He put his hands inside the skirt and caressed her thighs. They could be hard and demanding, those hands, but now they moved tenderly upon her flesh, finding their way to the waist band of her panty hose and gently easing them down over her hips. She had to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep from trembling as he pulled off her sandals and then slid the panty hose off her feet.
"Like this, don't you, sweetheart?"
"A week is a long time," she said hoarsely.
Chapter One
Roxanne gently lowered herself into the large, old-fashioned bathtub. The water was scented with her newest "most favorite" perfume-Opium by Yves Saint Laurent. She felt comfortable and relaxed for the first time that day as she reached for the oversized natural sponge. She let it drop onto the water's surface and then lifted up a length of pink chiffon to tie around her red hair to keep it away from her shoulders. Then she began to bathe the smooth satiny skin of her body.
She ran her fingertips over her flesh, touching and fondling her breasts and feeling her nipples tingle. She ran her hands down her legs and parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers. She slid one finger inside and massaged her clitoris, squirming her buttocks on the bottom of the tub. She threw her legs wider apart so that she could get at the tiny bud more easily. Then she slid another finger between her vaginal lips. The warm soapy water flowed into her cunt and felt good. The picture of her date for the night came to mind, with his dark hair, black sideburns and well-trimmed mustache. His full, sensuous lips and his hard, lean body came into focus, but she could only fantasize about his cock. The thought of it made her fingers dart in and out of her lubricated cunt with greater speed. As Roxanne was beginning to feel an approaching climax, she heard a rapping on her bedroom door.
"Better not fall asleep lolly-gagging in that tub, Roxie. Mark will be here anytime now," whined the slightly nasal voice of her Aunt Cora.
"Damn that meddling woman," she cursed. She was so annoyed she found she had lost all interest in masturbation. What she needed was the real thing, but was Mark the one to give in to?
With a sigh of resignation, Roxanne pulled the plug from the tub. She was both irritated and pensive as she slid from the suds-capped tub and toweled off her firm body, her long legs, her full and rounded breasts. She powdered herself with the heady Opium dusting powder, then pulled off the length of pink chiffon and shook out her thick, lustrous, copper-colored mane. She watched it cascade about her shoulders and realized she would have to blow-dry it before going out.
She examined herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She was a big girl, extremely well-proportioned all over. She had often been told that she could easily pass for twenty-one although she had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday a month before she graduated from Lamar High School. She squinted her eyes which were the color of lime juice to survey her voluptuous body for the sign of any blemishes. As she did so, the slight narrowing of her eyes only accented the exotic almond shape of her big, luminous orbs, Satisfied with what she saw, she reached for her hair dryer and began to blow dry her full, luxurious hair, brushing it as she did to keep it from curling too much.
As she looked at her reflection, she wondered if she was a part of that small town, Spring Branch strain, where she had grown up. Girls there grew to adulthood quickly, were deflowered early and married soon after high school ... if they lasted that long. Roxanne had, but for what? Living with her Aunt Cora in Houston was almost worse than Spring Branch, the way she was always pushing her to go with guys she didn't even like. Houston-ha-land of the big rich! Well, where are they, she thought. She certainly had no intention of returning to the small town community life of Spring Branch even though it would soon be incorporated into the ever-expanding city limits of Houston proper. She wanted something better from the world and she was going to find it somehow, someway.
Tall even in her scuffs, Roxanne padded out of the bathroom. The bedroom Aunt Cora had turned over for her use was hot and stuffy. Her aunt couldn't afford air-conditioning and the big, huffing fan only stirred the warm, humid June air. The humidity was so terrible she knew she might have to use the dryer on her hair again, especially at the back of her neck.
Laying out her new black lace undergarments, which would have shocked her aunt, she thought about Mark Dandridge. He was older and more experienced than the other college and high school boys she had dated and even exciting when he made her angry. Her senses swirled when Mark kissed her. She could feel her nipples, still ruddy from her bath, grow hard as she thought of him caressing them. Roxanne gnawed her lip and wondered what sex would be like with Mark. Then she laughed at herself. Impatient virgin, she thought.
Then she flushed with anger. Her ambition to be somebody stood in the way. He was not important enough to achieve her goal in life, but Aunt Cora was pushing hard for a match. What could Mark Dandridge do for me, she thought. Marry me? Ha! Then I'd end up just like all those other pregnant, once pretty girls who are old-looking before they're thirty.
Stepping into the frilly black panties and then snapping on a bra, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror again. Yes, she would lead Mark on, but on her terms tonight. She cocked her copper-colored head and studied herself at length in the mirror. There was certainly nothing wrong with her features. Most people called her pretty. The curve of her green eyes and the fullness of her lips gave her a slightly sullen, almost sleepy look. She could remember when she had been annoyed with that look, thinking it spoiled her features-until she discovered that males approved of it. She pulled on a half-slip.
She heard the sound of a horn honking out front, followed by the tapping of fingers against the bedroom door.
"Roxanne," her aunt called. "Roxanne, Mark Dandridge is here."
"Has he come to the door yet?"
"Goodness no, child, but didn't you hear him honk his horn."
"Let me know when he knocks on the door like a gentleman, Aunt Cora." Roxanne made no effort to accelerate her dressing.
"Oh, do hurry, dear. Don't keep him waiting long."
Roxanne's lips curled into a smile. Aunt Cora didn't believe in keeping any man waiting. Maybe that was because she had never had a man of her own.
Roxanne knew what Mark wanted from her. It definitely wasn't marriage. He had made it very clear-he wanted her body. But what did she want from Mark? That was the question burning in her mind. Did she want to continue dating him and pay the price she knew he would demand tonight-her body-or did she want to break off their relationship?
Dammit, it's so hot and I'm all mixed up. She reached for her dress and started to take it off the hanger. Mark occasionally took her places she liked to go. He had money to spend. He was twenty-three years old, his own boss, and the owner of a brand new yellow Porsche. She knew if she didn't give in to his demands tonight, it would be all over. He had made that clear.
Roxanne wanted to make a life for herself and not the kind Aunt Cora envisioned for her, but a fascinating, rich life of her own, where she would have all the material things in life she had always dreamed of.
She slipped into the black cotton, halter-top dress that was cut low in the back, and slipped on a pair of black, open toed, high heeled sandals. She took one more glance at herself in the mirror for reassurance. She touched her hair with quick, busy fingers and decided not to mess with it anymore. She headed for the door just as she heard Aunt Cora start to pound on it announcing that Mark was here.
"That's a lovely dress, Roxie," he said, as his dark brown eyes danced over her lovely body.
She didn't like his calling her Roxie, which had been her father's pet name for her. She insisted everyone else always call her Roxanne, but few seldom did once they had heard the nickname Roxie.
Mark's fingers played on her arm as they left the house. Aunt Cora pressed her nose to the screen door peering out after them with a pleased expression as she watched them walk toward Mark's car. Roxanne knew Mark was all manners and politeness on the surface, but he'd shed that pose as soon as they were alone.
He eased his shiny new car away from the curb. "You sure do look sexy this evening," he said, taking a longer look at her.
In the narrow confines of the low-slung car, the skirt of Roxanne's summer dress rode up to display her silken kneecaps. She saw her escort's eyes drop to take in the view, but didn't bother with motions of false modesty. She even wondered what he would thing of her frilly new lingerie.
"Why do you say I'm sexy looking?"
"Maybe it's those crazy green eyes of yours. Sometimes they turn almost yellow-green like a cat, or that mouth of yours. But mostly 'cause you look like a girl who just got out of bed-or like you were headed there."
"Mark! That's not a very nice thing to say to me."
"Oh, yes it is, beautiful. It's the highest compliment I could pay any girl."
Roxanne glanced about and noted that they were leaving Westheimer Boulevard and were about to drive through the gates that marked the beginning of River Oaks, Houston's oldest, and at one time, most exclusive section where only the very rich lived in regal splendor. Once inside the gates, Westheimer became Del Monte Drive, her favorite street of all, but she knew in the back of her mind where Mark was taking her. She knew what lay beyond the outer boundary of River Oaks. Roxanne's mind jerked away from the conversation and her thoughts traveled back in time to when she was a much younger girl-when her father was still alive.
* * *
When Roxanne was born in the early 1960's in Spring Branch, the town was little more than a wide space on the highway into Houston. There were several rows of oil company houses on one side of the road, gray for Gulf, and mustard yellow for Humble, as well as a tiny post office, a drugstore, a small grocery store and a filling station.
On the other side of the street, there was the Yates' one story frame home, which was once painted a bright mustard yellow, but had long since faded into an off-white in the weather, which was a mixture of damp, rainy cold in the winter, and hot, humid, rainy weather in the summer. A mile down the road was the long, one story building that was the Spring Branch School. It only went up to the eighth grade. By a special charitable arrangement with Spring Branch, the city fathers of Houston allowed the high school age students to be brought to Lamar High School some twelve miles away to finish their education. These city fathers were not fools, in spite of the complaints of the River Oaks residents who complained about the low class quality of the students that were allowed to attend the luxurious three-story, modern high school with their rich children. Houston was a boom town and growing. It would only be a matter of time before the land around and beyond Spring Branch would be annexed to the city and it would be very valuable. The sight of the tacky, beat-up, orange Spring Branch school bus rolling through River Oaks enroute to Lamar High School every morning created a stir of revulsion in the nouveau riche society, but sounder business minds overcame the resentment.
Roxanne was a beautiful child. She had a wild mop of bright red curls and fine features and she was an only child. Her mother, who often worked as many as twelve hours a day as a housekeeper for the Harper Payne family, had little time to care for her, so she usually left her with a large family by the name of Taylor that lived in one of the gray Gulf houses across the road from the Yates. The Taylor children were all jealous of Roxanne's good looks and made her life miserable. Each day she spent with them, she could hardly wait to get home, because there would be her beloved father, Elmer Yates, the postmaster for the town of Spring Branch. Roxanne was the apple of his eye and what little love and affection she derived, came from him.
As Roxanne grew older, she began to take care of the house, doing all the cleaning and cooking for her father, her mother and herself. In spite of her hardships, Roxanne was a happy child because she was thoroughly convinced she was someone special and that somehow, someway she was meant to do great things. And she had her magic forest to play in-nearly ten acres of woodland on the side of the road where their house sat. She loved romping through the woods, in spite of the thorns and the threat of occasional snakes, climbing trees, gathering persimmons and blackberries, and getting as far away as she could from the overbearing Taylor brats.
By the time she was twelve, she no longer had to stay with the Taylor kids. Her mother had come to depend on her as she grew increasingly tired from her long days at the Payne's and she would often stop by the post office and chat with her father on the way home from school or escape into the woods for an hour or so of play before sunset when she would return home to attend to her chores.
Roxanne was taller than most girls her age and had matured early. Her body had begun to fill out with small, shapely breasts and slightly rounded hips. Her father, Elmer, who was past sleeping with his burned-out wife, Rosalie, became increasingly more attracted to his young daughter.
One evening Roxanne entered the weather beaten house around twilight carrying her school books. It was the end of the term and nearly summer. She was tired and her body was damp from the long walk from the schoolhouse. The house was relatively cool, since it was shaded by a number of giant sycamore trees, and Roxanne was glad to be home. She slipped out of her thin dress and began the evening meal. She started up the fire in the old-fashioned gas range and began cooking a large pot of beans and chicken wings for her father's dinner. She stepped away from the stove, still perspiring and a slight breeze blew through the house, swirled about her and licked her young body.
Roxanne decided to bathe before her father got home. Although they had a regular bathtub in the rear part of the house, her father had rigged a homemade shower in the corner of the kitchen using a barrel which ran through an opening in the roof and caught fresh rain water. Roxanne liked it on hot days like today. She stripped out of her cotton underclothes and pushed open the doors to the shower. She pulled the cord and water rushed over her body. Then she picked up a cake of Lifebuoy soap and began to run it over her smooth back and her well-rounded buttocks.
As it happened, her father came in from the post office earlier than usual. He heard the sounds of the running water and knew that Roxanne was in the shower. He crept into the small room off the kitchen which was used by him and his wife and stripped off his clothes.
Elmer Yates was a tall, powerfully built man of Scottish descent with thick red hair and an equally thick red beard and a powerfully built body with overly muscular arms and giant pectorals. He strode into the bathroom and was about to start the water in the bathtub when he looked at his reflection in the cracked, full-length mirror on the back of the door that his wife had brought home from the Payne household and was surprised to notice that his cock was partially hard. He tried to deny the meaning of his erection, but he knew that it was because his daughter was bathing nude only a few feet away on the other side of the bathroom wall. His hands began to shake and he started to perspire even more. He went back to his bedroom to the bottom bureau drawer, took out a half pint of cheap whiskey, and took several deep swallows. It was no use. He had to see his daughter's bare body once again,
In one corner of the bathroom there was a loose board which exposed a small space in the wall through which Elmer could stare at his daughter in the shower. He eased his way to the side of the room, stood on his tiptoes and looked down through the hole. He could see the water rushing over the top of her soapy head, her smooth shoulders, her deliciously formed breasts and by straining he could see the small tuft of hair between her legs. Elmer took another drink of the whiskey and sighed. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He wrapped a large towel around his middle and after taking one more slug of the liquor, went into the kitchen and stood in front of the entrance to the shower.
"How soon you gonna be finished in there, Roxie?"
"Oh, Daddy, I didn't hear you come in," said Roxanne through the sound of the falling rain water.
"Hurry up in there, will ya, Roxie darlin'? I wanna wash this sweat offa me."
He walked to the edge of the shower entrance. The doors covering the shower had once been a pair of swinging bar doors. Roxanne finished rinsing her hair and looked up at him. Her father's eyes were glazed and his mouth was hanging open. She felt a tingle run through her body. She peered over the edge of the door and stared at him. The veins in his neck were throbbing. His chest was heaving from hard breathing and beneath the worn material of his towel, his cock was sticking straight out. Roxanne felt dizzy, almost like fainting. She leaned against the side of the shower stall and wondered what to do. Roxanne had known for a long time that her father wanted her. Since she had begun to mature, he squeezed her a little too hard, often kissed her on the lips and would find excuses for coming into her room while she was dressing. Unknown to her father, Roxanne also had a sexual interest in him. Never for a moment had she considered her mother, a pinched, colorless creature who had little to do with their actual lives. She often thought what it would be like to have sex with Elmer.
Her eyes went back to his. They were burning like hot coals.
Impulsively she said, "Come on in, Daddy."
She put her hand between the swinging doors and clasped his cock. The towel fell to the floor and he allowed himself to be led into the shower by his cock.
"This isn't right," he muttered as he clasped her in his strong arms.
His stiff cock pressed up her stomach and Roxanne felt it beating against her body like a drumstick. Elmer's mouth found hers and he kissed her passionately. Roxanne could taste the whiskey on his tongue as he forced it in her mouth. Elmer was snorting as he rubbed his body against her soapy flesh. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and ran his lips down over her chin to her neck and shoulders. His beard, wet and matted, tickled her skin. He began to fondle her young, shapely breasts. He pinched her nipples and they became hard. He moved his head down and his tongue slid between the crevice of her breasts. He circled his tongue around the nipples and took one of them into his mouth. Roxanne gasped and backed against the wall. Elmer bit her nipple, lightly at first and then harder. Roxanne wrapped one arm around his head and pulled him tighter to her breasts. Her other hand clasped the hot flesh of his cock, pulling away the loose foreskin from the bulbous head.
"Kneel down," he said hoarsely.
She knelt down on the floor of the shower and took his cock in both her hands. His cockhead was shiny and swollen like a red balloon.
"Feel my balls," Roxanne clasped his testicles, one in each hand, and began massaging them. Elmer began stroking his cock and he could feel his climax building up inside himself. He knew he was going to come any second.
"Open your mouth, baby."
Roxanne didn't know what to expect, but she obeyed her father. With two fingers he parted her lips to make her mouth wider and shoved the head of his cock inside. Suddenly he shot the gushing sperm into her mouth.
"Swallow it! Swallow it!" he groaned.
His sperm spilled out of her mouth, down over her lips and dripped from her chin. Roxanne swallowed and swallowed and still more of the hot stuff came shooting out of his shaft. It poured out of her mouth and went over her body. Elmer hadn't come like that in a long time.
When he finished shooting, he helped his daughter up and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. Then he took the soap and started washing the sperm from her body. He began crying and said, "I shouldn't have done that, Roxie. It wasn't natural."
Roxanne threw her arms around her father's waist and cried. "Don't Daddy. Don't be guilty. I wanted it, too."
Elmer looked down at his daughter who was pressing her head against his chest. Tenderly he ran his thick fingers through her hair and sighed. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he also knew that he was no more able to stop himself than he could give up breathing.
"Come, Daddy," Roxanne said, taking her father's hand. "Let's go to my room."
Mutely, Elmer allowed himself to be led out the backdoor of the kitchen, along the back porch of the house and around to the door that opened directly into Roxanne's room. Roxanne took him to her bed, a small, narrow twin bed that had an old-fashioned iron head board and a stretched spring support. Roxanne knelt down on the bed. The springs made a squeaking noise beneath the weight of her young body.
"Your mother will be home shortly," protested her father.
"Today's Thursday," explained Roxanne. "Mama will be working late for Mrs. Payne."
Elmer lay down on the bed beside his daughter and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her toward him. He had an erection once again in spite of his guilt feelings. It pressed against her smooth, flat stomach. Roxanne slid her hand between their bodies and clasped it in her fingers. She loved the hard, warm feel of his cock. She was still excited about what had happened when he climaxed. She had no idea. She had heard talk among the other children. The young boys generally referred to it as "shootin' their load" but she had never in her wildest imaginings thought that such delicious secretions could emerge from the male organ.
She brushed her lips against her father's bearded cheek and whispered, "I want you to show me how to do it in every way."
Elmer pulled his face away from hers. "No," he said suddenly. "I won't. I'll never take your virginity." Then he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't.
But Roxanne was determined to have sex again. She rubbed her body against his. Her cunt became hot and seeped with her juices. Elmer bit his lower lip, but couldn't restrain himself. He pushed her away from him so that she was lying on her back and mounted her, pressing the head of his giant organ against her pussy mound. Roxanne groaned and rubbed her crotch against his throbbing cockhead.
"Dammit," he muttered. "I can't, I can't!"
His eyes filled with tears as he slid his face down the length of her body. He buried his face in her crotch and began to sob.
The heat of her father's mouth excited Roxanne even more. She spread her legs farther apart and pushed her buttocks upward, rubbing her cunt against his face. Elmer stopped crying and lay still for a moment. His face pressed against her delicious-smelling crotch.
Suddenly he began sniffing it like a dog in heat. It smelled sweet and fresh like rain water. He opened his mouth and completely covered her tangled triangle, savoring her sweet female taste and the salt of his own tears. Roxanne dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she drove her pussy mound up to meet his mouth. Elmer lifted her legs, threw them over his shoulders so that her thighs gripped either side of his head. Roxanne's pussy lurched against his lips. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and began fucking her cunt with his tongue.
Roxanne whimpered as her body noisily writhed on the thin springs of the bed. His wet, damp tongue dipped deep into her virgin cunt, searched for her clitoris and found it. Her tiny organ jumped erect and trembled against his tongue. She tightened her thighs around his head and from her throat burst a long, low wailing cry.
Elmer lapped at his daughter's cunt, enjoying the delights of his cunt-licking. It was something he hadn't done for years, ever since he and Rosalie had lost their sexual interest in each other.
He chewed on her labial lips, sending Roxanne into sensual orbit. Then he pushed his face from side to side and burrowed his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could get it. Roxanne's body began to shake with uncontrolled fury. She pushed her cunt against her father's mouth with a crushing force and cried out, tossing her head from side to side. Then she fell back on the bed. Her legs slid from his shoulders and she was breathing weakly. Elmer continued licking her pussy with long strokes of his tongue, his way of letting her down easy.
"Daddy, what happened?" she gasped softly.
"You came, baby," he replied, grinning and licking his juice-coated lips. "You sure did, baby."
Elmer pressed his lips once again to her pink slit. He lolled his tongue lazily over her vaginal folds. As he did, he became more aware of his own aching need. Suddenly he swung her legs up into the air and moved his mouth between her buttocks to her tiny, pink asshole. He gave it a noisy kiss, darted his long tongue inside and began "Frenching" her ass.
Roxanne squealed with delight. The more he rimmed her, the looser her asshole became. Elmer knew what he wanted to do ... he wanted to fuck his daughter in the ass. He sat up on the mattress and rested his back against the wall. His glistening cock was sticking straight up in the air.
"Come on, Roxie, honey," he urged. "Sit over me."
Roxanne positioned herself over his cock, thinking that at last he was going to plunge into her cunt. He leaned forward, kissed her full on the mouth as Roxanne played with the mammoth cock which was between her legs. She gently pulled the foreskin back from the pulsating cockhead.
Elmer spit in his hand, rubbed it over his cock and said hoarsely, "What I'm goin' to do might hurt you a little bit, honey. But this way you can keep your virginity for when you're married. Now put your hands on my shoulders and hang on!"
He put his hands around her waist and lifted her upward until the tip of his giant shaft was pressed against her anus. Then slowly, gently he lowered her onto his cock. Roxanne cried out in pain, and he stopped.
"Just stay still for a minute, honey. The pain'll go away."
Her eyes were smarting with tears, but she did what he told her. When at last the pain had subsided, he let her down another inch. The whole process took nearly half an hour until he was able to insert most of his cock into her. Roxanne was completely relaxed and was now enjoying it. Their bodies shook so hard that the entire bedroom swayed from their activity. Roxanne moved up and down on his cock as Elmer watched with fascination as his cock disappeared into her ass and then reappeared. He played with her not-fully-formed breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. Roxanne's hands explored the lips of her cunt and his wet cock as it went in and out of her asshole. She squeezed and massaged his balls and enjoyed the feeling of being anally fucked.
Then Elmer felt a tightness in his balls and he knew he was getting close to his orgasm.
"Dammit," he muttered, wanting to hold on a little longer. But he couldn't stop what he had started. "I'm coming, dammit! I'm coming!" he yelled and his hot stream of jism gushed into her ass and filled it to overflowing.
Roxanne squirmed with delight as she felt the warm semen fill her ass and overflow, running down the shaft of his cock deflating inside her. After she got off him, she knelt down and licked his balls which were coated with his creamy juices.
They lay for a long time in each other's arms when suddenly they heard the screen door being slammed shut.
"God in heaven," whispered Elmer. "It's Rosalie. How am I gonna get outta here."
There was no way he could slip past his wife since he was stark naked.
"Go out by the door, Daddy, and climb through the window into the bathroom from the porch. Mama's probably in the kitchen. She always goes there first to take off her shoes and put her feet in that old pan of water to soak, then sits down at the kitchen table and smokes a cigarette."
Elmer slipped out of the door onto the porch and crept along to the bathroom window. He peered inside and was relieved to see the bathroom door was shut. He eased the window open and climbed inside and turned the water on in the sink.
Rosalie, true to form, had removed her sturdy work shoes and had plopped her tired, aching body down into a kitchen chair. She had lit herself a cigarette from her crumpled red package. As she smoked, she flexed her sore, aching feet and cursed her employer, Mrs. Payne, who worked her so hard. If it weren't for that nice Mr. Payne and their youngest daughter, the little blonde Susan, she would have left long ago. Mr. Payne always calmed her down and when he drove her home on nights such as this, he reassured her, "Don't worry, Rosalie. I'll see that you're well taken care of." She looked down at her swollen feet and shook her tired head sadly.
Lord, she thought to herself, I just don't see how I'm goin' to make it through another day.
She got up from the table and went to the stove. The water in the tea kettle was warm. She poured it into an old tin bucket, took down a box of Epsom Salts from the kitchen shelf, shook it into the water and stirred it with her gnarled hand. Then she lugged it back to the table and lowered her feet into the bucket. Her heavy, contented sighs filled the room.
At that moment her husband entered from the bathroom. She glanced up and smiled wanly as he disappeared into their bedroom, a towel wrapped around him. Then she went back to concentrating on her cigarette and her feet. She could smell the liquor on her husband's breath as he passed her on the way to the bedroom.
He came back in fully dressed a few minutes later and crossed to the stove to see what Roxanne had prepared for dinner. He lifted the lid of the bubbling pot of beans and chicken wings. After his strenuous sexual activity, he was ravenous.
"You feel like eating now, Rosalie?"
She shook her head. "I ate something at the Payne's." Then she laughed and added, "When that prissy Mrs. Payne wasn't looking, of course. But you go ahead, Elmer. It might sober you up some."
"I'm not drunk, Rosalie."
"I can't understand you, Elmer. You, such a God-fearing man with a nice, easy job, drinkin' all the time."
"Rosalie, I don't drink that much and you know it. Come on. Don't get feisty with me tonight."
He took the pot from the fire and sampled his daughter's cooking.
"I'll do that, Daddy."
He turned. Roxanne had dressed and come out of her bedroom. Her face was flushed and looked radiant.
"Evenin', Mama. Did you have a hard day?"
"I always have a hard day," she grunted.
Roxanne went to the shelf and set the table with the set of discarded dishes that her mother's employers had given her. She dished up the two steaming bowls and set them on the table. Then she went to the bread box, got out some cold, homemade cornbread and sat down at the table with her mother and father. Elmer ate his meal noisily and Roxanne refilled his platter.
"Are you sure you don't want somethin' to eat, Mama?"
"Too tired to eat," she grunted. "Soon as I'm finished soaking my feet, I'm going to listen to the radio a little while. Then I'm going to bed." Suddenly her chest erupted with a series of raking, hollow coughs.
Elmer and Roxanne tried not to look at each other, ignoring her coughing fit. All through the meal they had been unusually polite to one another. Rosalie had noticed it.
"What's the matter with you two? Haven't you ever heard me coughin' before."
"Mama, if it tires you out so, why don't you quit?" Roxanne screamed out.
"Shut up, you little fool. What do you think pays for this house for us to live-certainly not your father's paltry wages from that post office job. But I know your father's your favorite-always was, so you wouldn't believe he couldn't keep a roof over your head!"
Neither father nor daughter answered, but stared silently at their plates. Rosalie shook her head and as another coughing spasm started, she withdrew her feet from the now lukewarm water and padded into the bedroom.
After she shut the door, Elmer whispered across the table to Roxanne. "You don't think she suspects anything, do you, baby?"
"Of course not, Daddy. Let's just try to act natural with one another." She smiled and added slyly, "At least when she's here."
Less than a year later Rosalie died of lung cancer. Neither Roxanne nor her father missed her and in fact, were rather relieved to have her complaining countenance out of their way so they could continue their affair without danger of being caught. Mr. Payne, it turned out, owned their house and when Rosalie died, gave the deed to Elmer Yates.
That fall when she was fourteen, Roxanne entered the ninth grade at Lamar High School and a whole new world opened for her. She had to get up each morning at five-thirty to be ready in time to catch the old yellow school bus at seven, but she looked forward to the ride each morning as the bus rolled through the stately mansions of River Oaks, down Del Monte Drive to River Oaks Boulevard where it turned and headed up to let the students off in front of the imposing, modern building. Early on she heard the kids on the bus jokingly refer to there being a country club at both ends of River Oaks Boulevard: Lamar High School and the River Oaks Country Club. Roxanne didn't know about the country club itself, but the high school was as splendid as anything she'd ever seen. The majority of the students were so well-dressed and many of them had their own cars to drive to school. Roxanne did her best to emulate those she thought the prettiest and best-dressed although she knew she could not afford to keep up with them. During her first year there, she had noticed Susan Payne, who was a senior, and thought she looked like a golden princess. She never approached her to remind her that her mother had worked for the Payne's.
During her years at Lamar, Roxanne watched the row houses across the road being torn down and by her senior year a beautiful new shopping center was completed. The only thing that hadn't changed in Spring Branch was her side of the road with the tacky old house and the school house. Even the school house was going to be razed to the ground and a big new twelve grade building erected.
But the worst part of Roxanne's senior year at Lamar occurred when she returned home one evening to find her father had been taken to the Spring Branch Hospital, a new edifice that had been completed only a year earlier. It only had thirty beds and was a community branch of the large Methodist Hospital out on South Main in Houston, but now that Spring Branch was soon to be annexed to Houston, a well-trained staff was rotated through it to service the growing community of Spring Branch. Her father had tuberculosis and by March he had passed away.
Her father's prolonged stay in the hospital had eaten away their savings. She closed up their house and went to live with her only relative, a maiden aunt in her desperate forties.
* * *
The sudden pelting of raindrops on the windshield brought Roxanne out of her reverie. They were passing the block with her three favorite houses that belonged to the Payne's, the Oliver's and the Barrett's. All stately mansions in various styles, but for four years of going to and from Lamar on the old yellow bus, they had been her favorites and she had followed the lives of the people inside them as closely as possible through the newspapers and gossip columns. Every time she looked at the Moorish styled, red-tiled roofed Payne home, she tried to picture her mother inside there-and then herself living there in complete splendor.
Mark had slowed down in the blinding rain. Roxanne patted her hair and asked casually, "Do you think I'm as pretty as Susan Payne?"
"Susan Payne of the Payne Bank and Trust family?" He laughed. "I've seen pictures of her. She couldn't carry your bra. Too much fancy breeding spoils the filly."
"What about Zoe Oliver?" she asked Mark. "Am I as pretty as her?"
"The major's widow?" he asked. "She's a mighty attractive woman, but I'd take you before her any day."
Roxanne smiled, satisfied.
Mark's car rolled through the blinding rainstorm to the outskirts of River Oaks and on toward Spring Branch which was changing so much that Roxanne barely recognized it anymore.
"Where are we going?" Roxanne asked.
"I told you what to expect the next time I took you out," he said.
She glanced at his handsome profile. "I didn't agree to anything."
"You came with me. That's the same as agreeing."
Mark drove faster as the rain began to slack off, past the garage where her old school friend, Charlie Boyd, worked, past the new shopping center and past her old house that looked desolate in the pouring rain. They sped past a brightly lighted motel with its neon sign beaming "Vacancy" and out past the old glue factory that used to settle a cloud of sickening smells over the city when the wind blew the wrong way. Then they turned down a dark road that Roxanne had seen before.
She realized where he was going and was disappointed. She had thought Mark would be more original.
They were on land owned by the Payne family, who controlled much of the property in and around Spring Branch. An abandoned warehouse, once used by a trucking company, squatted near the road like a big black turtle. Mark wheeled in behind the warehouse and shut off the motor.
"High school kids still come here to park, don't they?"
"I've been here a few times," Roxanne admitted.
"With someone like Charlie Boyd. A boy who didn't know what he was doing." He turned toward her. "I'll show you what separates the men from the boys."
He could at least have taken her dancing first, Roxanne thought.
Mark put his hand on her shoulder. "Come here," he urged.
She had to make up her mind one way or the other. Once he started kissing and exciting her, she'd have difficulty calling a halt.
His hand slid along her bare arm. Charlie's touch wouldn't have made her tingle this way.
Well, it had to happen sometime.
Roxanne swayed toward the shadowy shape beside her. An arm curled about her and a hand tilted her chin so that her lips were in position. Then Mark's mouth met hers.
He had kissed her before. He had fondled her breasts as he was fondling them now, but she had blocked his efforts to go beyond that point. Sometimes it had been as hard to master herself as to dissuade him.
Tonight she didn't protest when he turned her in the seat so that he could ease his hand inside the front of her dress. A sensitive nipple scrubbed his palm. She wondered if it felt as large and hard to him as it did to her.
His mouth bit down on hers. She parted her lips for his invasion. He used his tongue expertly, deliberately working to arouse her.
Roxanne felt a fluttering in her chest, a yearning urgency that had threatened to betray her in other similar situations.
She didn't love Mark. She wasn't even sure she liked him. But her body had needs and they demanded her compliance. A warm tide of emotion swept through her and she melted in his embrace, allowing him to caress her as he pleased.
His hands moved from her breasts to her legs. They crawled underneath her skirt, which he shoved upward toward her waist in order to aid his access.
If he made love to her she thought, the uneasy gnawing inside her would cease. Impatiently she encouraged his advances, seeking his mouth anew as he broke the union of their lips.
She held him with fingers cupped at the nape of his neck and brought his mouth back to hers. She closed her mouth over the slit of his and inserted her tongue, then drove it as deeply inside as possible, feeling the tightening of his muscles in response. Her boldness surprised her. She realized that she was giving Mark a thrill by taking the initiative.
"Roxie," he gasped. "Roxie, let's get out of our clothes."
She wished he wouldn't call her that, but she smiled faintly at the anxiety in his voice. She was becoming aware of her own power although she didn't know exactly how to use it, "In this little car," she murmured. "That's kid stuff. I won't do it here."
"Come on, baby." His breath whiffed hotly. "You can't go this far and call it off." His hand caressed her.
"Not here," she said matter-of-factly. "Take me somewhere else."
He straightened up and turned the key in the ignition. "All right. Well go back to that motel we passed."
Roxanne reflected that he sounded as nervous and breathless as Charlie. Perhaps there wasn't so much difference between them after all.
Chapter Two
Susan Payne had decided against taking a summer trip to Europe with her mother and older sister. She couldn't leave Greg Barrett for that long.
Yesterday she had kissed Mom and her sister, Barbara, good-bye and seen them off at the airport. Tonight her father was attending a meeting and she could do as she pleased.
She backed her XKE, last year's birthday present, out of the four car garage and drove slowly along Del Monte Drive and headed onto Westheimer which would take her to the downtown business district.
Susan would be a senior at Wellesley when she returned to college in the fall. If she returned, she thought. She would be glad to stay in Houston and marry Greg if he'd only agree to move up the date.
She glanced at the skyline and saw a streak of lightning cross the sky that was immediately followed by a tremendous clap of thunder. Damn, these sudden summer storms, she thought. She had left the house without a raincoat. She checked her glove compartment and was relieved to find her collapsible umbrella was still there.
As she drove on, she wondered if Greg feared her father. She saw no reason to keep their courtship a secret, but Greg insisted.
"We'll tell the old tyrant when the time is right," he had said.
Susan didn't approve of the delay, or of the secrecy Greg demanded. It didn't seem fair to keep things like this from her family. She loved Greg and she wanted the world to know.
As she turned onto Travis Street and hit a succession of green lights, she noticed that many of the downtown stores had closed for the night. The first drops of the rainstorm began to fall on her windshield. She was thankful for the air-conditioning that made the summer heat and humidity bearable. Susan's heart ran faster as she neared the Barrett Building where she knew Greg was still working on the eighteenth floor. She glanced up and saw lights on up high on that one floor whereas most of the others were already dark. She felt nervous and jumpy just knowing that Greg was up there alone and that soon she would be with him.
The Barrett Building had been one of Houston's earliest skyscrapers along with the Gulf Building and her father's Payne Bank and Trust, but now there were a burgeoning number of new ones in the downtown, Main Street area of Houston, as well as many others in the various garden city satellites that were springing up all over Houston. There was always considerable argument about which family had done the most for the city in the years gone by, the Barrett's or the Payne's, but now with the heavy influx of new money, both domestic and foreign, into the golden buckle of the sunbelt-Houston's newest tag-both families just continued to prosper immensely. Susan had always considered the argument silly and wished that her father didn't dislike the Barrett's so much.
Her father, Harper Payne, said Greg and the rest of the Barrett's would do anything to make money, even though they already had more than they needed. Susan always kept her thoughts to herself instead of shouting back at her father that he would do exactly the same and had. Susan hoped her love for Greg would erase old grudges between their families.
As one of the older buildings, the Barrett Building didn't have a garage attached to it, Susan pulled her car to the curb and parked right in front of the main entrance, She withdrew her umbrella from the glove compartment, pulled off the cover, and shot it out to its full length. She gathered the bottom of her skirt slightly about her knees, opened the car door, pushed the umbrella and made a dash for the entrance. The rain was beating down heavily and in spite of the short distance, her shoes and stockings were soaked by the time she reached the entrance.
The doorman held the door for her as he said good evening. He asked her to sign the after hours register, then told her Mr. Barrett was expecting her.
As she stepped into the elevator, she wondered why Greg's desire for secrecy which made her so cautious would still have him tell the doorman that she was expected, There was little danger of her being noticed, she decided. Downtown Houston seemed to die at nightfall, the streets emptying like a drained vessel. All the action these days was in the sparkling new satellite shopping centers. Still she had noticed a light on in Zoe's Florist Shop which was located on the ground floor of the Barrett Building and had an entrance directly from the lobby as well as on Travis. Why, she thought, would Zoe Oliver be working late on a night like this. Surely there couldn't be any customers in this weather. Besides, she thought, why does Zoe keep that shop open anyway after her husband's death in a plane crash. She had enough money to last forever. After all, she was Mrs. Thomas Oliver, the major's widow, who had left her a fortune.
"I suppose Zoe wants to work in order to keep her mind off the tragedy." Susan's father had said when her mother asked why Zoe bothered with the shop. "The major's death must have been quite a shock for her. They had been married only a few months."
Two years had passed and Zoe still operated the shop, living alone in the Oliver mansion except for servants.
Zoe must have loved the major very much, Susan thought. She admired the young widow remaining faithful to her husband's memory. That was the way Susan would be if anything happened to Greg.
When the elevator deposited her on the eighteenth floor in the handsomely furnished waiting room of Barrett Enterprises, Susan saw there was no one around. Light spilled out of an open door down a corridor that she knew led to Greg's office. As she walked nearer she heard his voice talking. She stopped for a moment, afraid there might be someone there, but as she listened she didn't hear any other voice and realized he must be dictating some correspondence for his secretary to transcribe the next day. Doesn't Greg ever stop, she wondered, Greg had already taken over control of the Industrial Development section as well as the Construction wing of Barrett Enterprises.
And he was only twenty-five, Susan thought proudly. He had only begun his rise in the world.
She hesitated in the hallway and brushed back her hair as she self-consciously prepared for Greg's inspection. Until she fell for him she had always been self-assured in the presence of the opposite sex. She still felt poised around most men, but not around Greg.
Greg could look at her with a knowing message in his hard, bright eyes and her knees would grow weak. Her throat would become tight and warm sensations would stir within her at the thought of his strong, muscular body.
The two of them had lived near each other on Del Monte Drive all their lives. But Greg, the age of Susan's older sister, had started to pay attention to her only last summer.
She had come home from college to find everyone talking about Greg, who had taken over the family business, brought in a factory and built a modern shopping center in nearby Spring Branch, which was fast developing into a gold mine for real estate developers and was soon to be annexed to the city limits of Houston. At twenty-five, among the city's old-line society, he had become the second most important citizen. The most important, of course, was her father.
The talk about Greg fascinated her. She had been trying to arrange to see him again when coincidence took over. He visited her home to talk to her father about some property-Greg wanted to buy, her father didn't want to sell-and he spotted her stretched out beside the swimming pool.
He walked across the lawn toward her, looking surprised as he drew near.
"Something has happened to you," he said, as he examined her lithe body with appreciation in his eyes. "You were a teen-ager just yesterday."
Susan was slender, but she had firm, erect breasts, graceful legs, and pale yellow hair. "It didn't happen suddenly," she told Greg, sitting up and curling a leg to show off the artful shape of thigh and calf. "You've just been too busy to realize that I'm no longer a teen-ager."
"Now that you're grown up, I'm going to be less busy."
"Is that a promise?"
He nodded and clicked open a silver cigarette case her father would have called ostentatious. "What about Jeff Connally?"
Susan sighed, tired of people linking her to Jeff just because their parents wanted them to marry. Jeff's father was her father's best friend and Houston's leading attorney. The two families had been thrusting them at each other since childhood.
"I date Jeff on occasion," she said, "but only to keep our parents happy. There's nothing serious between us."
"Too bad. Jeff was my college roommate when I was a senior and he was a sophomore and we've always been competitive. I'd have enjoyed taking you away from him."
He spoke in a flat, decisive voice. A chill pranced up Susan's spine. She could have wrung her sister's neck when Babs appeared to interrupt the conversation and lead Greg away to a meeting with her father.
A week later Greg had driven her down to his beach house in Galveston, stripped her nude, and made her his personal property. Since then, even when she was back in school, she had thought of little but him.
Remembering, Susan felt hot and flushed. Her skin prickled as if she had entered a dark, strange corridor. She knocked gently on the open door of Greg's office and posed with her shoulder leaning against the jamb, openly soliciting his admiration.
She wore a light summer outfit with a low-cut blouse and a skirt that buttoned down the front. Underneath she wore no bra and only a pair of panty hose. She wondered if Greg could tell.
"You're working late again," she said. "Don't you ever stop?"
"No," he said in that quick, terse voice.
His eyes explored her body. He grinned faintly as if he knew just what she was thinking. Then he put a foot against the desk and pushed his chair back on its rollers. "I'm almost finished."
"I haven't seen you in a week, Greg."
"Don't worry. You'll see plenty of me once I get that tract of land from your father. Right now I don't want to give him any additional reasons to refuse my offer."
He wore no coat. His shirt sleeves were rolled above the elbows to disclose heavily muscled forearms. His brown hair needed combing. He had broad shoulders, big hands and a rough, hardy face.
"If we told Dad about us," Susan said hesitantly, "I might be able to persuade him to sell."
"Sweetheart, you don't know your father as well as I do. He hates the Barrett's, particularly the one seated at this desk. It goes all the way back to our grandfathers, who never agreed on anything. Harper Payne might eventually sell me that land, but he would never, never agree to my marrying his daughter."
Susan caught her breath. She closed the door. "Dad has to agree to our marriage." Then a frightening thought dug at her and her eyes shot to Greg's face. "You want me, don't you?"
"Of course, I do. After I get what I want from your old man, then I won't care what he doesn't approve of-including me."
"Dad is stubborn. What makes you think he'll ever dispose of that property?"
He grinned. "Your father's a businessman above all else. I'll find an offer he can't refuse. You're a Payne, and I got what I wanted from you, didn't I?"
"All too easily, I'm afraid. I should have made it harder for you."
He crooked his finger, beckoning wordlessly. He had put down the microphone to his dictating equipment.
Her heart began to beat faster again. She approached him with a conscious swinging of her hips.
Turning the edge of his desk, she stood before him with her mouth dry, her body wanting his.
The rollers on his chair turned with oiled smoothness. Near enough now to touch her, he leaned lightly forward and loosened the lowest buttons on her skirt.
"Let's see those wonderful legs."
Her face grew hot once more. Her legs, too. "Not here, Greg." But her protest was weak.
"I just want a look." He unhooked the next button. "I missed you while you were away at college."
"Then why didn't I hear from you?"
"I told myself to be smart and wait."
"I hope the waiting wasn't as difficult for you as it for me."
He slipped a third button loose. Only one remained to hold the skirt together. He widened the opening he had created and looked at her thighs.
"Nothing but panty hose. Look at your feet and your shoes. They're soaked. Take them off. You'll be much, much more comfortable."
Lightning flashed outside filling the office with a blinding white light The thunder was muffled by the thick walls and the closed windows of the air-conditioned office.
Susan licked her lips. "Lock the door, Greg."
He put his hands inside the skirt and caressed her thighs. They could be hard and demanding, those hands, but now they moved tenderly upon her flesh, finding their way to the waist band of her panty hose and gently easing them down over her hips. She had to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep from trembling as he pulled off her sandals and then slid the panty hose off her feet.
"like this, don't you, sweetheart?"
"A week is a long time," she said hoarsely.
"I'll attend to the door." He stood up. "I'll turn off the lights and well have as much privacy here as anywhere. The storm adds a romantic touch to this rendezvous, doesn't it?"
She remained stationed against the desk, unable to move. "I don't know how long I can go on like this. I don't want to go back to college and leave you."
"You don't seem to understand, Susan. There's a system in this town. The people on Del Monte Drive-and all over River Oaks-make the rules. But there has to be a top dog even in Houston and there's lots of new competition moving into the city that makes the old dogs have to hustle more than ever." He clicked the lock and turned, his face grave, his eyes intent. "Top dog used to be your grandfather. The Oliver's and the Connally's always went along with him. Only the Barrett's failed to dance his jig. Then your father took over. He's had his way since we were kids, but he has a challenger now."
She was confused by what he said and by the emotions tugging at her. Greg pictured her father as some sort of petty dictator ruling the city as he pleased, which she didn't believe was true. He talked as if Houston was a feudal duchy up for grabs.
"I don't care about that," she said. "All I care about is us!"
"Your father's getting on. He can't hold onto power much longer. There's no Oliver left except the major's widow. The Connally's are down to Jeff and his father. That amounts to no opposition, I always beat Jeff at everything."
"Greg ... " She wished he would return to her and touch her again.
"See it now, sweetheart? It's a fight between your father and me. If I can get that land from him, I'll bring a major industry to this town on my own, bigger than any of the ones moving here now. It'll wake up the city to what I'm doing and start things stirring faster than ever. Then I'll be the top dog."
"I don't like to hear you talk like this. You make me feel as if I'm betraying my father."
"You said you cared about nothing but us," he reminded her. "Come over here and get what you care for."
She saw that he stood beside the black leather sofa and watched his hand move to the wall switch that suddenly dimmed the room into almost total darkness.
Tongue licking her lips again, she wavered for a long and trying moment. Then she gave in to her body's urging. She walked to him in her bare feet across the thick carpeting with the unbuttoned skirt breaking open over her knees.
"That's the girl," he said as if praising an obedient puppy.
His arms encircled her and hot excitement drained her mind. She gasped his name.
"Oh, Greg, you really want me, don't you?"
He chuckled. Then his tongue, hard and searching, probed her parted lips. She melted to him, her breasts against his chest. She felt his hands on her thighs and she moaned hungrily as he lowered her to the sofa.
Dimly aware that he had yanked free the final button and spread the skirt from her limbs, she waited breathlessly for his next action.
"You're an anxious little thing, you know that?"
"Don't play with me, please," she begged.
"But that's what you want, sweetheart, to be played with. And I'm going to oblige. But first, you've got to relax. You're all tensed up. Want a drink?"
"Greg," she said impatiently, "you know I don't drink."
"Well, then," he said, returning to his desk for a moment, "I think we need an electric cigarette-to help turn us both on!"
Greg picked up his desk lighter and lit a joint, inhaling deeply. He crossed the room and extended it to Susan. She took the cigarette and puffed timidly on it. Greg slowly removed his clothes as he watched her.
"Take another drag, Susan, and this time, hold it in your lungs," he admonished.
Susan let the smoke stay in her lungs and then she let it out with a slight choking cough. "This stuff is awfully strong, Greg."
"Of course," he replied nonchalantly, as he slid his brown jockey briefs to the floor and pulled off his socks. As Susan started to put the joint out in an ashtray on a table next to the sofa, he quickly retrieved it and took a long toke on the grass, holding the smoke in his lungs as long as he could. Then he handed it back to Susan. "Again," he commanded.
This time Susan put the joint to her lips and sucked deeply on it, letting the smoke fill her lungs and holding her breath as long as she could before letting the smoke trickle out very slowly.
"I know I should feel something, Greg, but honestly, I don't feel a thing." She inhaled again deeply.
Greg said nothing as he puffed on his joint, but looked at the beautiful girl knowingly, waiting for the effect to take hold.
Susan finished the joint down to a point where she could no longer grasp the end of it without burning her fingers. Greg plucked it from her fingers with a roach clip and took one more hit on it before stubbing out the butt in the ashtray. Susan smiled at him as lightning once again filled the room, marveling at his wonderfully muscular torso. She had removed her blouse. Both of them were completely nude.
"Stand up, Susan," Greg said quietly.
Susan started to stand and fell right back down on the sofa. Then she began to laugh in a childish giggle. "That's funny, Greg. I couldn't stand up," and she bent over laughing.
"Here, baby, let me help you," Greg said holding out his hand to her.
Susan reached for his hand and pulled herself up. The room seemed to be spinning around her, but her eyes saw things she had not seen before. Her sensory perception was now highly magnified.
Greg lowered the light level to almost complete darkness and pulled the blinds on the windows all the way to the top to let in the flashing lightning that was filling the skies in the rain storm. A certain amount of light filtered its way up from the street lights of the city below. As he recrossed the room, he gazed at the naked beauty of Susan's body. For a moment he stood still right in front of her, not moving a muscle.
Susan's lascivious nature took over. Greg's body was strong and firm, but it was his huge cock that always excited her the most. She was happy he was so well endowed.
Silently she reached forward and tweaked the nipples on his hairy chest. As she felt the tiny nipples harden in response, she could feel her own harden like erasures sticking out at the peaks of her tits. She could feel electric currents running through her body. The cigarette had certainly turned her on. She was hyper-active to everything as she felt his outstretched arms touch her shoulders lightly, she shuddered with expectation.
Susan looked down at Greg's big, thick cock and watched as it began to stiffen. She gasped when she saw that it was sticking straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down like a fat baton. She felt the lips of her pussy beginning to get moist in readiness.
Greg held the huge cock in his hand, pointing toward Susan. She was amazed at the size of the cockhead. In her current state the cockhead looked as big and round as a rubber ball. Susan reached toward him and ran her hand over his cock. Then she bent over and ran her tongue over the head of it. She knelt down in front of him and sucked the head of his cock in her mouth.
"That's it, Susan, suck my cock, sweetheart, suck it." He moaned with delight as her mouth sucked him inside her.
Susan ran her hands through his legs and probed for his asshole. Then she worked two fingers into his asshole, all the while sucking on his rock-hard cock building her rhythm slowly with her mouth on his cock and her fingers up his asshole.
Greg began to grunt as his hips rocked back and forth. He watched their tableau in the large mirror hanging above the black leather sofa and the sight of beautiful young Susan with her blonde mane of hair and her lovely swinging breasts swallowing his cock drove him toward ecstasy. His eyes left the mirror and he looked down at Susan kneeling before him. She was a vision even with her face contorted and her hair disheveled. Her soft skin glowed in the subdued lighting.
Greg pulled his cock out of Susan's mouth and turned around. He bent over and grabbed his ankles, exposing his asshole to Susan's face. Susan loved the strong, muscular buttocks that faced her.
"Suck my ass, Susan," Greg said hoarsely. He wanted to feel Susan's hot flicking tongue in his ass.
The marijuana high seemed to grow inside Susan and she was ravenous for his naked body. She crawled forward, grabbed his hips and buried her face in the crack of his ass.
Greg grunted with pleasure and reached behind him and pulled the cheeks of his ass as far apart as he could to give her the greatest access to his asshole.
Susan attacked the hole with fervor, probing her tongue in and out as deeply as she could. Greg circled his hips round and round spreading his cheeks as far as they would go. Susan never let go, but kept her tongue spearing in and out of his hole.
Greg could feel his orgasm beginning to swell inside of him. He grasped the base of his huge cock and squeezed hard to stop his imminent discharge. He had to hold back because he wanted to spear her cunt with his mammoth dick.
He stepped away from her and her dagger-like tongue. He turned and pulled her up from the floor and pushed her backward onto the sofa. He pulled her legs apart roughly, but Susan was eager to have him do anything he wanted to her for she was flaming with passion. He got down between her legs and started licking her cunt. It was already moist from her body fever and he speared his tongue along the lips of her vagina. More of her juices flowed getting ready to open up.
One of his knees was on the floor and one was on the couch. His hands were on her hips and as he raised his head, he saw that she was braced on her elbows looking down at him. The view up between her well formed breasts to her beautiful face excited him all the more.
"God, you're beautiful, Susan. I want to fuck this cunt of yours."
Susan spread her legs as far apart as she could, the pink lips of her pussy slit winking at him teasingly. He pulled himself up onto the couch on top of her, shoving his cock into her with one full thrust.
Susan screamed-but not with pain. Somehow the feeling of his huge cock slicing its way through the walls of her vagina filled her with strange searing pleasure. She was enjoying the pain of its sudden thrust. She slid her hand down between their stomachs and she could feel his cock wedged into her right up to his balls. She grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard, forcing him to ram into her harder than ever.
Greg started fucking Susan furiously, Susan threw her legs around the small of his back and clutched-his hair with her hands to hold on to him. With the strength of her legs she pulled him down-to her, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust as he banged against her. Her head was spinning with pleasure. She never wanted him to stop, Again and again she thrust forward to meet his push, and the elastic circle of her cunt lips hugged his cock greedily, wanting to squeeze out all of his juices.
"I can't hang on much, longer, Susan," Greg gasped. "I'm going to come any second now, I'm going to shoot that pussy of yours full."
Brutally he whammed his cock into her and she opened her legs and pulled them wide apart to take the maximum impact of his hips. He tightened his buttocks as his load exploded into her cunt and he began a series of short, uncontrolled spasms. Susan felt her climax nearing and she let go of her legs and dug her fingers into his buttocks, squeezing against his shaft which was buried inside of her. Greg pumped again and again as Susan climaxed even though his own load had drained itself. He didn't lose control of his hard-on as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt until she had completely finished her orgasm.
Susan lay strewn back on the couch gasping for breath. "Greg, that was ... unbelievable, I don't want you ever to stop," she groaned, hugging him about the chest and kissing his sweating face. She squeezed the mouth of her cunt not wanting his cock to ever come out. Finally his large cock had gone soft inside her and he pulled out of her. Her cunt was filled to overflowing with their combined juices.
Greg looked down at her and couldn't get over how beautiful she was. The effect of the cigarette had been strong on him, too, and in the dizzying beauty of their animal coupling, he thought she was more dazzling than any debutante or beauty queen he had ever seen.
Susan got up from the couch and started to button on her skirt. Suddenly she felt ravenously hungry. That's funny, she thought. She had finished a full meal before leaving her home, but she had this insane craving for something more to eat.
"Greg, I don't know why, but I'm starved."
"Me, too," he grinned. "It's the grass. Are you parked downstairs?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then we'll drive out Westheimer to the Princess Drive-In and get a couple of barbecue sandwiches, french fried onion rings and root beers-real junk food time. Then you can drop me at my house."
Susan started to mention something about wasn't he afraid of their being seen together, but the mental picture of the food silenced her. "Terrific!" She glanced out the window and noted that the rain had stopped.
They were silent while they gobbled their food. During the short drive to Greg's house, Susan could tell the effect of the joint had worn off for both of them. Susan was serious again and Greg seemed withdrawn.
"Greg, when will I see you again?"
"Susan, for God's sake, stop pushing for a commitment." His voice lacked tenderness. "I'll tell you when I want to see you."
Susan's face flushed with embarrassment. She feared she had displeased him. Then he turned, opening his cigarette case, and she realized that his thoughts had sped on to something else.
To her father probably, she thought, and to the property her father owned. Objectives which concerned her not at all in reality.
"Just as you say, Greg."
She watched him get out of the car and walk across his lawn to his front door. She slowly backed her car up the street and turned into her own driveway-had they really lived this close to each other all their lives, she thought to herself, fighting back the tears of disappointment that brimmed in her eyes.
Chapter Three
As Zoe Oliver sat in her shop in the Barrett Building and looked at the rain pelting down on the street, she had no desire to go home to her big empty house on Del Monte Drive. It was filled with worldly possessions, but void of any human interest for her-any person who could fill her with warmth or love. On nights like this she remembered few details of the day she learned of her husband's death. Much sharper in her memory was the relief she felt after the initial shock had worn off.
Now, she had thought, I won't have to pretend anymore.
But two years had passed and she was still pretending, the only difference being that she had shifted from the role of the major's devoted wife to the role of loyal widow. In fact, she felt about as dead as her dead husband.
She sighed heavily, leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
* * *
Zoe's earliest memories were those of St. Anne's Catholic School for Girls just outside Philadelphia on the route of the little spur railroad that paralleled the main line section of rich suburbanites. Most of the young girls there were there because their parents wanted them out of their lives. Her own mother who had divorced her wealthy stockbroker husband, now lived in New York. Zoe was never allowed to visit her on any of the school holidays and during the summer, she was always sent away somewhere to camp.
Zoe could never understand why her mother never came to see her. All she ever received were short, pithy notes about always doing the right thing and being a good little girl-usually with an extra check enclosed. Zoe was always very shy, but well-behaved and bright. The only continuity of friends she knew during her pre-teen and teen-age years were her various roommates and chums at St. Anne's. She never heard from her father at all.
Gradually as she grew into a teen-ager, Zoe grew accustomed to growing up alone. Her sexual fantasies, slow to develop, had always centered around a blond, older person rather than one of the young boys from the neighboring St. Francis Academy who came to the dances at their school-only the blond, older person was not a well-defined sexual person-Zoe had nightmares with her fantasies trying to discover if the blond person was male or female.
During her sophomore year at St. Anne's, Zoe was summoned to the office of the dean of women and introduced to a gray-haired little man in a well-tailored business suit. His overall appearance was gray-hair, skin, suit-and she felt as if she were talking with a human ferret. Slowly, patiently, but rather coldly, the man explained to Zoe that her mother had died of cancer. Zoe knew that tears should have filled her eyes at the news for they were brimming up from her heart, but her eyes remained dry.
The man droned on to say that her mother's will had provided quite adequately for Zoe's well-being until she reached the age of twenty-one or until she finished college, whichever date was later. After that, all funds would stop and the balance of her mother's estate would be left to charity. When the man finished, he folded his papers in a very business-like manner and patted Zoe lightly on the shoulder before he left. Not a single word of sympathy issued from his lips.
Once back in her room, Zoe cried for a while, but mainly out of anger and distress at being left so alone. But that was all she had ever known. Zoe went into a deep depression. The word of what had happened spread through the school, but Zoe refused to accept any of the girls' attempts at pity or sympathy. At the critical age of fourteen she did not blossom as the other girls were doing, She wanted to hide herself away, She heard the girls at school talking of sex and their interest in boys, but for a long time, Zoe wanted no part of it.
In her senior year, she got a new roommate from Texas named Patsy Mae Mathis. They became friends instantly. Patsy Mae was from a wealthy Houston family and had a talent for playing the piano that was unbelievably professional. She had scads of beautiful clothes, but she cared little for them because she tended toward overweight and referred to them as her fashions by Omar the Tentmaker. She had a raucous sense of humor that made Zoe laugh constantly. But the thing that drew her closest to Zoe was her mutual disinterest in boys. That fact became quite clear one Saturday afternoon when nearly all the girls in their dormitory had gone into Philadelphia to see a matinee performance of an out-of-town, pre-Broadway musical. Zoe and Patsy Mae were alone in their small two-room suite.
Thinking about it now, Zoe wasn't sure how it all started. She had been curled up on the sofa reading a Shakespearean play when she looked up to see blonde, laughing Patsy Mae enter the room wearing nothing but her panties and bra which encased her melon-sized tits. Patsy Mae dropped down on the sofa beside Zoe, turned toward her and spread her legs wide apart. For the first time in her life, Zoe felt the kindling of sexual response in her body, She stared at Patsy Mae for a long time, unable to move or speak. Zoe's mind was thinking of the nightmare fantasy of the blonde person of ambivalent sex.
With a huge smile on her face, Patsy Mae suddenly moved toward Zoe, ran her hand over her cheek, and stared deep into her eyes. Without a word, they came together in a probing, mouth-to-mouth kiss, Patsy Mae reached for Zoe's hands and placed them on her breasts. Zoe began to fondle them through the flimsy brassiere. Patsy Mac's breasts tingled at Zoe's touch. Strangely enough, Zoe was not repelled by what was happening. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she began to feel warm all over.
"Sssshhhh, don't talk, silly ... don't say a word. Just kiss me."
They kissed once again. This time the kiss was deeper and more passionate. Patsy Mae forced Zoe's lips apart and ran her tongue into her mouth. She stroked Zoe's tongue with her own and explored the younger girl's mouth.
Patsy Mae started caressing Zoe's smaller, pointy breasts through her cotton blouse. Her fingers manipulated her small nipples. They were both caught up in passion as they swirled their tongues around in each other's mouths. They began to breathe more heavily.
"Take off your clothes, Zoe. All of them-now!" Patsy Mae commanded. Then she stood up, unhooked her brassiere and pulled down her panties, standing stark naked in front of Zoe, Zoe's eyes were riveted on Patsy Mac's body which, though heavy, was beautifully shaped.
"Take your clothes off!" Patsy Mae repeated. She moved forward to help her, but Zoe stopped her and slowly, provocatively, peeled off her blouse, then her skirt, her shoes, brassiere, and finally, she slid her pink panties to the floor, facing Patsy Mae on equal terms. Zoe had always been ashamed of her body, but as she felt her breasts heaving up and down, the nipples hardened, she felt a strange dampness at the entrance to her vagina and no embarrassment at all.
"Come here, Zoe," Patsy Mae said in her domineering voice. "I want to kiss your breasts." At the same time Patsy Mae's hands explored Zoe's hips and buttocks.
Zoe was confused by her emotions, but she was sexually aroused for the first time in her life and she couldn't stop. Deep down inside her she knew what she and Patsy Mae were doing was unnatural to the accepted mores of society, but it didn't matter.
Patsy Mae greedily kissed Zoe's breasts, admiring the beauty of her firm, round, delicate pink nipples. Patsy Mae leaned forward, cupping them in her hands. She kissed first one and then the other. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the pink nipple of Zoe's breast into her mouth. She nibbled on it, gently at first, and soon started biting it softly. Zoe's nipples ached with passion and were high and erect.
Patsy Mae worked her tongue around the nipple and then she ran it into the deep valley between Zoe's breasts leaving a trail of saliva. Automatically Zoe reached forward and began fondling Patsy Mae's breasts, squeezing the hardened nipples with her fingertips and weighing the ripe melon-sized breasts in her hands. Both of them were moaning lightly. They pulled apart.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Patsy Mae whispered.
Once inside, Patsy Mae pulled Zoe down onto the bed and began to move her mouth down to Zoe's stomach, covering it with little bites. Then she stuck her tongue deep into her navel. Slowly, Patsy Mae buried her face in Zoe's crotch. She opened her mouth and completely covered her Venus mound with her tongue, breathing over Zoe's wet labial lips.
Patsy Mae got on her knees and looked down at Zoe, completely exposed in front of her. She bent her head down and buried her tongue in Zoe's pussy.
Zoe moaned, "Oh, Patsy Mae, this isn't right. Oooohhhh," but she spread her thighs wide and pressed her pelvis hard against Patsy Mae's face.
Patsy Mae's hot little tongue shot up and she began to run it up one side of Zoe's pussy and down the other. She was excited by the scent of Zoe's cunt juices. She thrust her tongue inside her cunt and began sucking on her sweet secretions. Zoe's cunt was hot and so was Patsy Mae's. She could feel the moistness trickling down her legs.
Patsy Mae buried her tongue deep in Zoe's hole. She ran her tongue over Zoe's clitoris and it lightly with her teeth.
Zoe's reaction was immediate. "Aaaaggghhhh, Pat-sy Maeeee," she moaned, rolling her head back and forth, and arching her pelvis harder toward the blonde girl's face.
Patsy Mae licked and chewed on Zoe's cunt lips driving Zoe into ecstasy. Zoe moaned loudly. She had never had such an experience before. Patsy Mae was digging deep, in and out of her pussy, as if her tongue had a life of its own, Zoe could feel her muscles tensing and she moaned louder and louder. She was about to reach her first orgasm.
"Oh, Patsy Mae? I think ... I'm cooommmmiiinnnggg," Zoe screamed as Patsy Mae's mouth filled with her sweet love juice.
Patsy Mae licked and lapped at Zoe's pussy with a frenzy, sucking Zoe's cunt until it was free of every trace of the sticky stuff. She licked and licked. Zoe felt another orgasm approaching. She couldn't believe this was happening-such sexual excitement stimulated by another girl.
Patsy Mae continued eating her pussy with wild abandon, taking more and more of the sweet cream into her mouth. Zoe lay, twisting and, squirming, on the bed.
Zoe wanted to do the same thing to Patsy Mae. Patsy Mae was her best friend and she wanted to repay her for this special way of having sex. Patsy Mae's dark eyes glistened joyfully as Zoe lifted herself up and pushed her back on the bed. Patsy Mae quickly spread her legs wide as Zoe crouched over her. Zoe hesitated for a moment.
"Don't be afraid, Zoe," Patsy Mae urged. "You'll love it."
Zoe got to her knees and leaned forward, running her tongue up and down Patsy Mae's overly voluptuous body. She lingered on her huge breasts, sucking the cherry-sized nipples as Patsy Mae had done earlier. She ran her tongue down until it brushed Patsy Mae's pubic hair. She pressed her lips into the softness of Patsy Mae's bush of silky blonde pussy hair. She rested her lips on the lips of the girl's cunt, then slipped her tongue inside, gingerly at first, then faster and faster. Patsy Mae groaned softly with pleasure.
Zoe let her tongue sink deeper into Patsy Mae's vaginal cavern. Patsy Mae urged her on.
"That's it, Zoe, You make me feel so hot!"
Zoe's tongue dug deeper into Patsy Mae's cunt lips. She moved her tongue rapidly, sometimes clumsily, but Patsy Mae continued to moan with delight. She darted her tongue in and out of Patsy Mae's squirming cunt. Patsy Mae ran her hand down to Zoe's head and pressed her closer. She knew that it would not take her very long to reach her climax, she was already so excited.
Zoe was lapping eagerly now, faster and faster, until Patsy Mae squeezed her shoulders. Zoe knew Patsy Mae was about to come. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she continued lapping until the sweet juices flowed onto her tongue. The taste was pleasant to her and she continued sucking until Patsy Mae had completed her orgasm. Afterward they lay quietly together, neither speaking to the other.
Finally Zoe broke the silence. "Y'know, I've never done anything like this before."
Patsy Mae smiled at Zoe. "Yeah, I could tell that this was the first time for you. I hope you liked it."
Zoe threw her arms about Patsy Mae and hugged her close. "I did. I certainly did. I loved it."
The two girls were constant companions until they graduated from St. Anne's. Zoe was desperate in the spring before graduation wondering what would happen to her if she lost Patsy Mae, but at Easter, Patsy Mae came romping into their room bubbling over with the news that they had both been accepted to Smith College.
"But I thought you were going to go to Julliard in New York," Zoe said, with a heavy sigh of disbelief.
"Yeah, I was, but I got to thinking I could always do that later-after college-and we make such a good team as roommates, why let a good thing die aborning, or some such shit I read somewhere."
The two girls were good students at Smith. Patsy Mae was a whiz in English literature, foreign languages, and especially music. Zoe settled into her major in history and political science with equal success. They continued their relationship, exploring each other physically, but with Patsy Mae's constant curiosity about all things sexual, they both lost their virginity during their first year at Smith. By the time they were seniors, they had been through pot, poppers, cocaine, orgies and alcohol, not to mention a variety of Wasps, Jews, Italians, Blacks and Orientals-both male and female. Their sexual appetites were insatiable-and they always had each other.
During the spring vacation of their senior year, Zoe, as usual, remained on campus, but Patsy Mae disappeared. Zoe was frantic wondering when or if she would return or what had happened to her. Patsy Mae returned the night before the end of the holiday and announced, almost in a trance, that she had met the most wonderful woman in the world. She was going to study and live with her after graduation. She was the conductor of an opera company that Patsy Mae had met once before, but had never mentioned to Zoe. Zoe was devastated, but tried not to show it. After all, hadn't most of her life been spent alone except for the wonderful years with Patsy Mae. How could it possibly have lasted forever?
Zoe was twenty-one a week after she graduated from Smith and because of her exceptional grades, she had been invited to work in Washington as the aide to a young senator from Massachusetts. She accepted the position and never saw Patsy Mae again, although she read about her from time to time. She and her female companion had moved to Vienna, and Patsy Mae's own concert career had begun to make her world renowned.
* * *
When Zoe opened her eyes the rain had stopped. She pulled herself to her feet, snapped off the lights in the shop after checking the temperature in the refrigerated cabinets where flowers were stored, and locked the shop.
Slipping the key into the ignition of her Cadillac Seville, she started her drive toward home. As she pulled into her driveway and steered the car toward the garage, she braked to allow the automatic doors of the garage to glide open. The drive from downtown to Del Monte Drive had taken less than twenty minutes. Now a long empty evening stretched before her, taunting her with the prospect of boredom.
I've got to get out of this town, she thought. Either that, or find a lover.
She walked into the well-lighted house, knowing that the servants would be waiting up for her as usual. They considered it their duty to watch over the bride the major's death had left alone and unprotected.
Dispatching the servants to their own interests, she entered what had been her late husband's den, and his father's before him. A painting of the elder Oliver hung on the wall. He looked smarter and harder than his son had been.
He wouldn't have married a woman without finding out something about her, Zoe thought.
She built herself an unladylike drink and saluted the father-in-law she'd been lucky enough never to meet. General Thomas Oliver, Sr., proud graduate of West Point, who had demanded that his son follow in his footsteps.
Poor Tom, however, had never risen beyond the rank of major. His father would have been disappointed.
"Smirk, you old bastard. I'm paying for the privilege of being an Oliver," Zoe told the portrait.
* * *
About three years ago she had run into the major on a Washington street. Literally, she had run into him. Their automobiles collided at an intersection, Major Oliver, it developed, was a gentleman. He accepted responsibility for the accident, even though it had been Zoe's fault. She could hardly refuse to have a drink with him.
The major held down a desk job at the Pentagon. Zoe's office was nearby. She had had a number of promotions, but no matter how hard she tried, even in the nation's capitol, the conception of Equal Opportunity was more theory than reality. Women in Washington were not supposed to have brains, but bodies were always in demand. She felt that instead of up she was constantly moving sideways, always gently sidestepping the sexual overtures that might have made her a handsomely kept woman. She didn't know what she'd do when she grew older and unattractive.
The major talked about his family and the city of Houston. Patsy Mae had babbled on so much about the place that many of the things he talked about, she felt she already knew first hand, but she tactfully never mentioned Patsy Mae Mathis to the major, Zoe learned that he was well fixed and that he intended to return to Houston when his current term of service ended. He was the last of his line and he was beginning to regret that he had never married. When he died there would be no more Oliver's.
She thought about him during the next few days. She thought about him a great deal. She had heard of men who were proud of their names and who fretted as they grew older without male heirs.
The major had given her his telephone number. She dug the card from her purse and called to thank him for being so kind the night of the accident. As she had planned, he asked her for a date.
She smiled as she hung up, thinking that he wouldn't be hard to trap.
Her roommate, a big-busted, artificial blonde named Jean Ann, asked her, "Whatever are you up to, sweetie?"
Zoe looked at the blonde. She and Jean Ann meant little to each other. They were living together because neither of them had another lover at the moment.
"Nothing is up that concerns you," she said.
Stretching lavishly, Jean Ann bumped her large breasts against her loose robe. She wore no other article of clothing. She and Zoe had taken a bath together a short while before.
"I didn't know you dug men, too."
"As a rule I don't. This one is special."
Jean Ann laughed and shrugged out of her robe, came over and scrubbed against Zoe teasingly. Then she cupped Zoe's breasts in her hands. "Special-like this?"
"Of course not," Zoe said, "but I'm going to marry him if I can."
The major proposed a few months later. He sunk like a weighted swimmer when Zoe told him she felt unfulfilled because she'd never had a child.
"You're what I've been looking for," he told her.
"I feel the same about you," she said, not without truth.
Her dark, vivacious beauty wouldn't last forever. She didn't want to end up old and desperate, begging for the attention of younger women like Jean Ann. Marriage to the major would give her security and enough money to indulge herself long after her beauty faded.
"Talk about scheming women," Jean Ann said the night Zoe packed to leave. "You take the cake."
"Don't worry. You'll soon find someone to replace me," Zoe said calmly.
"I'm not worried. I have feelers out already," Jean Ann cracked back. "But what are you going to do when you crave some of the loving you really like?"
Zoe straightened up and put her hands on her hips. "What are you going to do when those tits begin to sag and you have to keep your hair dyed every week to hide the gray? You won't find it easy then."
"I'm not the kind to look so far ahead. I concentrate on enjoying the present." The bigger girl walked behind Zoe and slid her arms about her. "How about a little farewell party-sort of one for the road?"
Zoe closed her eyes, swayed by temptation, "Tom's- coming soon to pick me up."
Big breasts ground into her back, The blonde kissed her ear, then her neck. "Just a quickie, sweetie. You know how fast you are when I give you the works."
Zoe didn't know how long it would be before she had another chance to be loved by a woman. Temptation grew stronger. "The works?" she said in a faint voice.
"The whole thing. Just the way you like it." Jean Ann's hand dipped inside Zoe's blouse and wormed into her bra. "I'm going to miss you. We've had fun together."
Zoe pulled away and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't have a high opinion of Jean Aim's intelligence, but the blonde could make her hit the ceiling when she put everything she had into a lovemaking session.
Quickly she doffed her skirt and undergarments and stretched out on the bed. Sex was much better, she thought, when the partners were completely bare.
She saw that Jean Ann, who knew her preferences, was also undressing. Ponderous breasts swaying, the blonde leaned over and put her lips to Zoe's. They kissed for a long, thrill-charged moment.
"I'm ready," Zoe said sternly. "Get started."
"You greedy minx. You like to have someone else to do all the work."
"That's what you promised."
Hands closed upon her breasts which were smaller than Jean Ann's and more pertly shaped. A cunning mouth roamed over her. A darting tongue set off a hundred different fires.
Zoe smiled dreamily. She forced herself to lie still although she could have kicked and squirmed with pleasure. She wouldn't miss Jean Ann, but she would miss this. The blonde had plenty of experience.
"Getting better, sweetie?"
"Uh-huh," Zoe murmured, unable to put her feelings into words.
That voracious mouth and stunning tongue engaged in delightful meanderings. Then Zoe suddenly tensed, fingers clawing into the sheet. A greater fire, a roaring blaze, focused in one spot and she felt so wonderful she wanted to cry out.
Now she had to squirm. She could no longer lie motionless. Excitedly she glanced down at the blonde head of her roommate. Jean Ann had been right. She was fast when handled right. She felt a giant explosion building.
Then came the knock on the door. Tom Oliver's voice called, "Zoe, I'm here."
She hung in a void as Jean Ann retreated. Her moment had been so near. Then fear hit her and she scrambled to her feet and grabbed for her clothing.
"I'm coming, Tom."
That episode taught her to be more cautious. She could imagine what a man like the major would think if he learned that she had a weakness for other women.
She never saw Jean Ann again after leaving Washington. Her next lover was the major. He made love as she had expected, in the most conventional way.
"You have a lovely body, Zoe," he told her on their honeymoon, admiring her as she moved about their hotel room.
Zoe didn't reply. She was bored, although her features didn't show it. She pulled the covers over her as her new husband turned out the light.
"Zoe, I want us to have a baby as soon as possible," he said.
I didn't know you were physically capable, Zoe thought. But she kept her sarcastic reflection to herself, "After you get put of the Army next year," she promised.
"Why wait?"
"I want everything to be just right for both of us. I want you to be able to spend all your time with me. After all, a year isn't long."
The major agreed. "I'll take you to Houston, You can open up the family house there and get settled. I can fly down every other weekend."
"That'll be nice, Tom. It'll give me an opportunity to get to know your home town and the people who live there."
Her new husband rolled upon his side. He slung his leg over hers and fumbled with her negligee.
Zoe looked up into darkness. She didn't object to being fondled, but she knew the sex act would conclude with disappointment for her. Counting back, she decided this was the third time they'd slept together. Three times, three disappointments.
Other men had made love to her, but she still preferred partners of her own sex. A male could give her satisfaction if he did things her way. Some were willing, some weren't. Some seemed to think it detracted from their manhood.
Male pride was a peculiar weakness, Zoe thought, and so silly at times. She didn't dare ask the major to forget his conventional ideas and try a different route. She had to go along with him and feign a response she didn't feel.
He had finished fumbling around. He raised himself into position.
Businesslike, Zoe moved closer. Her hands fastened onto his shoulders and she pretended to be excited. Her thoughts strayed ahead to Houston and to the future she had forged.
In the long run, she told herself, her sacrifice would be worthwhile.
Houston turned out to be something of a disappointment to Zoe. The town was vast in area, but it had a small town air about it after the bustling, cosmopolitan exposure she had had in Philadelphia, Boston and Washington. And that small town flavor was increased by the social gossip that spread among its leading citizens. Zoe basked in the attention her marriage had earned her, but learned early on that she had to be constantly on her guard.
She had only one problem that really disturbed her, her husband's desire for an heir. Zoe had no intention of becoming pregnant after the major retired. She mapped various ruses to put him off whenever the issue came up.
Then the problem removed itself. The major's plane crashed one weekend as he was returning to Washington. Zoe went into official mourning and Del Monte Drive and all of River Oaks' society clasped her to its bosom. She became something of a local heroine for carrying on so bravely in her period of bereavement.
Her first impulse had been to sell the Oliver mansion, take the money from her husband's estate, and head for a large, east coast city.
The more she considered the future, the more she wondered if she'd be wise to leave the secure position she held in Houston. Elsewhere she would be just another well-to-do young widow. In the major's town the name Zoe Oliver meant a great deal.
She decided to stay. She launched the florist shop because she wanted to get out of mourning clothes and she kept the shop open because its management helped to fill her time. Surprisingly, the shop flourished and Houston's richest society denizens clamored for her exquisite floral arrangements. Soon she was making more than enough money from the shops to sustain herself without drawing on the Oliver funds. She was forced to open a branch on South Shepherd near Westheimer to handle the River Oaks business alone.
But as time when on, she began to wonder if she had made the proper decision. She tired of seeing the same faces each day and of the rigid pattern life followed in a city where everyone took note of everyone else's personal business.
The greatest pressure upon her was sexual. She needed a lover, but she had to be careful to avoid a scandal.
Desperation turned her eyes to a young maid she had recently hired. The girl came from one of the black families on the north side of Houston with good recommendations from neighbors who had employed her parents. The young girl was exotically beautiful with vibrant, cafe-au-lait skin and big black eyes. Her name was Evalina Jones. The first moment Zoe laid eyes on her, her blood pressure shot up and she felt her heart begin that old familiar thump that had been absent in her life for so long. She forced herself to maintain an employer-employee relationship even though she could see the vulnerability in the young black girl's eyes. It took all of her self-control, but she was afraid to risk a scandal.
Unfortunately, it soon became quite evident that Evalina was not cut out for domestic service. The rest of the staff complained about the girl, but Zoe stood steadfast in her defense with, the argument that she would improve in time.
One evening Zoe had just finished her bath and was sitting naked in' front of her dressing table brushing her hair when Evalina entered her room -with a supper tray without knocking.
Zoe screamed.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Oliver. I would have knocked, but my hands were full with this tray and all," the girl said quickly.
Zoe covered her breasts and flushed red with embarrassment sitting naked in front of her servant. Her peignoir was laying across the bed, She turned her head to look for it.
Evalina reacted rapidly, "Here, Mrs., Oliver, let me get that for you." She grabbed the gossamer garment and helped slip it over Zoe's shoulders. In the process she had adequate time to examine all of the details of her employer's well-shaped body, Zoe was nervous as she again reached for her hairbrush and brought it to her dark hair.
"Here, Mrs. Oliver," the girl interjected, "let me do that for you." As the girl brushed her hair with one hand, she used her other hand to brace herself against Zoe's shoulder and to steady Zoe's head, "You sure do have pretty hair, Mrs. Oliver. It's so fine."
The feel of the girl's fingers on Zoe's shoulder had a soothing effect and she looked up at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the girl's eyes were dark and soft. "Please, Evalina, don't you think it would be all right if you called me Zoe instead of Mrs. Oliver?"
"Well, it does seem a bit strange. All the other servants call you Mrs. Oliver." She concentrated on her brushing for a moment. "Suppose I call you Miss Zoe, would that be all right?"
Zoe laughed. "All right, Evalina, Miss Zoe it is."
Silence filled the room for a moment. Then Evalina spoke, "Miss Zoe, don't you think maybe you oughtta eat your supper before it gets cold."
"In a moment, Evalina, in a moment. What you're doing feels so good that I don't want it to end. Tell me, Evalina, do you think ... I have a good figure?"
"Oh, yes," Evalina answered. "I wish I looked like you."
Zoe's gaze drifted over her. The girl had a lean, trim figure with a narrow waist and small hips, but a large pair of breasts that seemed almost out of proportion with the rest of her.
"Are you serious, Evalina. Why ... why ... you're so ... pretty!"
"Yeah, I guess so, but these big jugs of mine seem to have been draped on too skinny a body. I got no ass. Some guys think my bones show up so much that I should bury them in a graveyard."
"I just can't believe it," Zoe said softly. She had looked at the girl's exquisite breasts with rapturous desire from the first day she had arrived. Giving in to that desire, she gently laid her head back and rolled her head against Evalina's soft, resilient breasts, and moaned gently.
Evalina put down her brush and reached forward and slowly began to massage Zoe's tits.
"Your breasts, Miss Zoe, are just perfect."
Suddenly Zoe whirled around on her dressing table stool and threw her arms around the girl's hips and buried her face just below her breasts and started to sob in choking, jerking motions.
"Miss Zoe ... please ... it's all right. You'll be all right. You're just tired of being all alone. Come over here and lie down awhile on the bed. Evalina will make you feel better, I promise."
Evalina looked down at the dark-haired beautiful Mrs. Oliver. She was tall and very slender with a rich mane of dark chestnut hair which fell to her shoulders and a pair of over-sized luminous eyes that shone like two pieces of polished black stone. Her face was a bit gaunt but aristocratic. Perhaps her only weak feature was her lips. They were a trifle thin, but Evalina could see that she made them larger by expertly applied lipstick. Yes, she thought, I wish I looked like you and I wish I had your money.
Gently, exploringly, Evalina slipped her hands under Zoe's peignoir and felt her nude flesh. Zoe sighed and caught her breath. Evalina spread the peignoir open and wrapped her arms around Zoe's thighs and pulled her down a way in the bed, then she nuzzled her face against her soft, downy pubic hair and kissed her tender areas.
"Oh, Evalina, Evalina," Zoe groaned as her body tensed. "We shouldn't do this."
"Just a little, Miss Zoe," Evalina pleaded, "just a little."
Zoe looked into the girl's sparkling eyes and quietly removed the peignoir from her shoulders so that she was completely nude. Without uttering a word, Evalina stood up and stripped out of her maid's uniform revealing her ginger-colored, satin skin and her huge pendulous breasts that sat atop her narrow waist and hips.
Zoe pulled one of her legs up so that her pussy gaped open. Evalina buried her face in her cunt and started chewing her vaginal folds. Zoe pushed her head back against the down-filled pillows and emitted a small muffled cry as Evalina's lips and tongue worked over her vulva. She seized the maid's head between her hands, pushed her face against her pussy and undulated her hips, slamming her cunt to the black girl's lips as she murmured, "Ahhhh. That's so good. So good. Do it more."
Evalina stiffened her tongue and searched for the opening of her cunt. She flicked it in and out of her pussy with rapid movements. Zoe cried out again as Zoe rubbed the tip of her tongue across her budding clitoris. She spread her thighs farther apart and pushed her cunt toward Evalina's face. Evalina's lips were smeared with saliva as she licked, sucked and nibbled Zoe's cunt. She ran her hands up her body, cupped Zoe's firm breasts and began massaging them slowly, rubbing the palms of her hands over her hardened nipples.
Zoe threw her legs wide. Evalina jammed her face back into her cunt and continued her labial lappings. Tremors passed through Zoe's body like waves breaking on a shore. Her stomach undulated and her thighs gripped Evalina's head as her pussy lurched against the hard-working lips. Evalina began licking her pussy with long strokes of her tongue. Zoe's breathing became faster and faster until, "Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She dug her fingers into the back of Evalina's head, grinding her face into her cunt and jamming her hips upward. Evalina lapped the sweet taste of Zoe's climax. When she finished, she got up. Her eyes were sparkling. Zoe was still lying on the bed, breathing heavily, Evalina moved around to the side of the bed, bent over and kissed Zoe full on the lips, "You taste like sweet country cream, Miss Zoe."
"I know," Zoe giggled like a child, "I can taste myself in your lips."
Evalina brought her, her supper tray and rapidly. She waited till Zoe had finished eating, then bent over her kissed her on the cheek. "Good night, Zoe," she said and picked up the food tray and disappeared out of the bedroom. Zoe fell asleep in a delicious, relaxed euphoria that was interrupted some time during the night by the nightmare of the blonde, androgynous figure.' The next morning Evalina reappeared bearing a breakfast tray for Zoe. Zoe was apprehensive seeing the girl again, fear flooding subconsciously through her veins.
"How do you feel this morning, Miss Zoe?" Evalina was unusually bright-eyed as she opened the Venetian blinds and let the sun flood in. "That was some rain storm last night. The streets haven't drained off good yet."
Zoe didn't know what to say. She started hesitantly, "Evalina, about last night ... "
"Did you like that Miss Zoe? I kinda' thought you might. I'd been wondering why you never showed any interest in men and I kinda' had a hunch you liked girls better."
Surprise stabbed Zoe. The girl's face and attitude had changed in an instant.
"So you aren't so innocent, Evalina."
"Innocent? Miss Zoe, I may come from the North Side of Houston, but I'm not dumb." She crossed to her bed and planted a kiss full on her mouth.
The girl's insolence troubled Zoe. But she had let her true desires become known and she had to carry it through. "You realize, Evalina, that a woman in my position must be careful in a city like Houston. Gossip about my private life could ruin me here."
"Don't worry, Miss Zoe. I won't say anything."
"Good." More confident now, Zoe lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke. "How would you like a raise in salary?"
Evalina's grin became even bigger. "Just how much do you have in mind?"
"We'll decide that after I see how well you continue to perform your duties."
The arrangement with Evalina had lasted for three months. Zoe knew the girl was more interested in money than her brand of lovemaking, but that didn't matter as long as her services were satisfactory, Evalina's manner grew more insolent as time went by. She lazed about during the day, aggravating the housekeeper and making no effort to carry out her official duties. In private she constantly demanded little gifts to keep her in what she referred to as a loving mood.
"The girl's hopeless, Mrs. Oliver," the housekeeper complained. "She won't listen to me at all. You'll just have to let her go."
"I'll talk to her," Zoe promised, then reprimanded Evalina that night.
Evalina laughed. "You won't fire me. You need what I'm giving you. Besides, I know your secret. You wouldn't want it to get around."
Zoe realized she had suckled an asp. You wiry, big titted black bitch, she thought. You're just a step away from trying to blackmail me.
Opening her jewelry box, she took out a bracelet the girl had admired. "Here's a farewell present. I'll also give you two month's salary. We might have gone on for a while if you hadn't talked like that to me, but I'm fed up with your impertinence."
"I can get along without you, my dear. I won't have my position jeopardized and I won't be bullied. If you are thinking of spreading gossip about me, you might consider that I'm of some importance in this town. I doubt that many people would believe you, especially if they knew you had been discharged and had a reason to try to get back at me. It's also quite possible that I could insure your being unable to get another job."
The girl's defiance wilted. She shifted to bargaining. "I've often wished I could leave Houston, A girl from the North Side has the cards stacked against her. If I had a little more money ... "
"All right. Provided you leave town without delay. Tomorrow."
"I underestimated you, Miss Zoe. I didn't believe you'd let me go. Will you give me references?"
Zoe smiled. "I'll give you excellent references."
* * *
The past stopped winding through Zoe's mind. She turned back to the painting of her father-in-law. She couldn't face his stare.
Six months had passed since she had sent Evalina packing. That seemed an intolerable length of time for a person with her physical needs She was miserable again. She had to have another lover. She looked up at the portrait of the general. "Damn you, damn you, DAMN YOU!" she screamed and threw the remainder of her drink at the portrait.
The doorbell sounded. The servants had already retreated to their quarters. Zoe went out and found Susan Payne on her doorstep.
The college girl smiled tentatively. Her face was flushed and excitement stirred her youthful breasts to restless movement. "I need to talk to someone, I can't go to my family."
How lovely she was, Zoe thought. And she was probably just experienced enough to be putty in the hands of a skilled lover.
She had watched Susan flower these past two years and had envied the man who'd have her, but she'd concealed her feelings. Harper Payne's daughter was no one to trifle with.
Perhaps she had been over-cautious. If she played her cards right, she might find what she needed right next door.
Zoe slipped her arm about the girl's waist. "Come in. You know you can talk to me."
Chapter Four
Never before had Roxanne been in a motel room with a man.
A pulse leaped in her throat, throbbing like a ticking clock. She clutched her bare arms and shivered in the room's air-conditioning coolness.
Mark Dandridge dropped the door key upon the dresser with a loud clattering noise. "Cold, Roxie?"
She laughed nervously. "Either that or I have stage fright."
"Come on," he joshed. "This isn't your first time."
"Isn't It?"
He looked at her with disbelief framed on his face. "You handle yourself too well to be a virgin. I know married women who don't have your confidence."
"No one ever got any closer than you did in the car," she said, blocking out the memory of her father.
"Well, what do you know. This is an occasion."
Roxanne smiled thinly. The drive to the motel had taken the edge off her ardor. She intended to go through with this, but she missed the feeling of recklessness which had led to her consent.
She'd become aroused again, she told herself, as soon as he started kissing and fondling her.
Mark removed his shirt and put it over the back of a chair and went over to where she stood. Brushing her coppery hair from the path of his lips, he kissed her behind the ear. His hands rose to perch upon her breasts.
"Don't worry. You're in good hands," he said in a husky voice. "I'll treat you right."
His smooth assurance had returned and hers had faltered. She was aware that he had been through this with other girls.
His kiss failed to make her giddy. Her pulse pounded at an exaggerated pace, but her excitement was the nervous kind.
"You're wrinkling my dress. I'll take it off."
Mark released her and she slipped the dress over her head. She felt the impact of his gaze. She was not self-conscious about her body, but she hated to part with her half-slip. She kept the garment on.
"If ever a girl was made for sex, Roxie, you're the one," he said. "A man thinks sex when he looks at you. I'll bet you've got so much heat bottled up in you that I'll burn my hands."
"Then you'd better be careful."
"I'm insured."
He led her to the bed and gently pushed her down. His mouth sank into the pit of her throat, smothering the pulse that throbbed there.
Too jumpy to relax and enjoy the embraces she wrinkled her nose. Mark smelled like a barber shop. Something in his hair felt wet and slippery.
She needed to adjust to the situation, but he hovered over her showing no intention to delay. He pulled up her slip and his hand moved over her body.
"Sit up, Mark," she said.
"Huh?" he murmured like a groggy drunk.
"Move your hand." She shoved at his chest. "I don't want to be rushed."
He lifted his head. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"
"Let's talk a minute."
"We can talk later." He started to breathe fast again.
She rolled away from him and pushed down her slip. "Aunt Cora thinks you want to marry me."
A guarded expression settled over his face. "So that's it. You're about to tell me that you've been saving yourself for the man you marry. It won't work. I'm not ready to get hitched."
His defensive reaction amused Roxanne. He actually suspected her of trying to bargain with her virginity.
"I'm not trying to trap you into marriage. I was telling you what Aunt Cora thinks. I came here to go to bed with you and I will, no strings attached. But I want to relax a little bit first."
His relief was obvious. "You're a tough girl to understand. You keep me guessing."
"I didn't realize the mention of marriage would frighten you so."
"Don't get me wrong," he said hastily. "You're a sweet girl and I like you a lot. I'm just not ready to settle down, that's all."
"I'm not ready to get married either. But Aunt Cora is pushing me hard. All she thinks about is getting me off her hands."
"You ought to move out of her house and get a place of your own. Then you'd be free to do as you please."
"I can't afford that. Our savings dwindled away while Dad was sick. All that's left is our old house in Spring Branch. I can't move back there. It holds too many memories."
"Your aunt's an old maid set in her ways. That's the trouble."
"I can see Aunt Cora's side of it, I'm a, responsibility she never for, And she doesn't have much money."
"Sell the place in Spring Branch and get a job," Mark suggested, "That shouldn't be so difficult in Houston. The town is booming, I'm not sure what you're qualified for, but you should be able to find something."
"I'm not sure what I'm qualified for either."
"A girl with your looks could get somewhere in this city. Why don't you change, your name if you're worried about being poor little Roxanne Yates who used to live in the poor section of Spring Branch."
"You don't make me feel like my future looks particularly bright."
"It can be. Just be logical. If everyone here knows all about you and your background, what are your chances of marrying into the ritzy Del Monte Drive set? But with a little deception and a few tiny lies, you could create a new Roxanne that no one knows-and with possibilities unlimited."
Roxanne looked at him thoughtfully, "Would you feel differently about marrying me if I didn't come from tacky old Spring Branch?"
"Well ... " he hesitated.
"See, Mark, you want to many someone better than a Spring Branch girl. That's funny. Because I want to do better than you, but I have no intention of hiding the fact that I am from Spring Branch."
He flushed. "Now wait a minute ... "
"I hate lies. They always catch up with you. I'm going to stay right here and accomplish what you think I can't. I don't know how I'll get there, but I'll be living on Del Monte Drive before I'm through."
"I wish you luck. If you make it, I'll say I knew you when."
"You're laughing at me. You think it's just a wild dream. Well, we'll see." Roxanne rose from the bed. "You can take me home now."
He looked bewildered. "You can't leave now."
"I'm just being logical. Like you. I was willing to go to bed with you, but I've changed my mind. You think you're too good to marry me. If so, I'm not good enough to sleep with."
"Roxie, you're angry. I was only being honest with you and now you turn on me."
"Please call me Roxanne. And I'm not angry, just practical. You've given me cause to reconsider. Why waste my most valuable asset on you? I've saved it this long. I can save it a little longer."
"Save it now, baby, and you'll wind up selling it later. That's the only way you'll get anywhere in this city."
"Then I'll wait for a better offer than yours."
Picking up her dress, she realized how much she disliked Mark Dandridge. What if his kisses and caresses had aroused her? Any experienced man might have made her feel the same. She hadn't come here because of him; she'd come because she wanted to be loved. She mustn't allow impulse to lead her astray again.
"I won't let you go." Mark moved across the room and took a station between Roxanne and the door.
His face was still flushed and his dark brown eyes glittered like metal struck by sunlight. He looked unexpectedly mean.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked with an edge of sarcasm to her voice.
"You're going to stay here until you come across according to promise."
"That might be a long stay."
"I have all night." He showed his teeth. "Have you?"
"You can't make me stay. Rape is illegal in this state and you know it."
"Who said anything about rape? You're eighteen and you'll come across, baby. I may have to get a little rough with you, but before I'm through, you'll be asking for more."
"You wouldn't dare," she blustered. "What can you do to stop me, scream? I don't believe you'll do that." He snatched the dress from her hands. "Which way do you want it, the easy way or the hard?"
She grabbed for the dress, but he was too quick for her. Pushing her away with one hand, he threw it into a chair behind him.
Her hand slammed across his face, leaving streaks of red. He caught her waist as she tried to get past him. Then he propelled her toward the bed. What made him think he could get away with this? She'd scream, all right. She'd scream so loud the dead would rise.
But she hesitated. A scream would bring strangers, questions, involvement with the police. She'd have to explain what she was doing here in the first place. Aunt Cora would just die if anything like that happened. Her name would be stained forever as far as the city of Houston was concerned.
Mark seemed to relish her dilemma. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers slide to the floor. He was standing in front of her in black briefs, his thick cock straining to be free of its confinement. "You can take off your clothes or I'll do it for you. Make your choice."
Roxanne knew he meant every word he said. His expression convinced her.
"Please, Mark. Take me home."
"Please, Mark. Take me home," he mimicked. "Baby, you're really beginning to strain my patience. Begging won't do you a damned bit of good."
She wondered how she could ever have found him exciting. He was a beast. Her hand struck at him, fingernails slashing the barricade of his hastily raised arm."
"You're a hellion, but I'll tame you." He caught her wrists and forced her back upon the bed, holding her there with the alien weight of his body.
Roxanne wriggled and thrust upward, trying to break away. The movements of her body threw her breasts into his chest and he laughed with delight.
She was vigorous and strong, but the man was stronger. Fear joined her anger. She had never been at bay like this. Her breasts pumped, her breath running through her nose in loud rasps.
"Get off me!"
"You'll wind up liking it. Once I break you in, you won't be able to get enough."
His mouth clamped savagely on hers. She wrenched her head, struggling to escape. His lips were hard and cruel. His tongue lapped against her sealed mouth, hot and hungry.
Roxanne realized she could not break free. Hope dying, she sagged underneath him. She'd save her strength for later when it would be needed more.
Mark pawed at her shoulders. He got the brassiere off and plunged his mouth to the crest of one of her heaving breasts. He used his tongue there, sucking her nipple like a child licking a lollipop.
Roxanne's breathing grew slower. She felt his hands as well as his eagerly stroking tongue. He pinned her to the bed while he worked his way up her thigh toward her panties.
A peculiar resignation overtook her and her arms fell slack.
His mouth's caresses were something new. Her breasts hadn't been squeezed and titillated in this manner since her father died, and the familiar sensations his tongue set off were sending shock-waves of electricity through her nervous system.
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "Stopped fighting, have you?"
That infuriated her. She struck blindly at his face with balled fists. He imprisoned her wrists with his hands. She tried to butt him with her head.
"That's about enough," he hissed through gritted teeth.
He released one of her wrists and got a handful of her hair. He yanked her head up, bringing tears to her eyes, and then he slapped her so hard her eyes blurred.
"Now lie still," he commanded.
She slumped back on the bed. His hands brushed her thighs. She heard the rip of cloth as he tore her panties off. Her lovely black lace panties.
"As far as I'm concerned, you can go home without any."
"I'll pay you back for this. So help me, I will."
"Be quiet and pay attention, baby. This is a high point in your life. I wouldn't want you to miss any of the details."
"I'm going to be sick."
"You want to give, but you keep denying it to yourself."
He pressed upon her again. This time he felt different. He had shed his briefs.
"Open your eyes, baby, so you can see what's happening."
"I can't stand to look at you," she said, but as her eyes focused on his throbbing erection, she felt a flooding warmth inside her and she moaned, "Oh, my God."
"The hard part's over. See. You're beginning to respond already. You really wanted it all the time, didn't you?" cock was throbbing up and down like a baby's arm.
"Yesssss," she hissed and slid her body around and started to trail her pink tongue across the muscles of his body caressing the lower part of his stomach. She got up on her knees and leaned across him. Her fiery red hair tumbled forward, partly obscuring his view of her movements, but there was no mistaking the flicking, darting actions of her tongue as it dove into his navel, then moved from to side across his lower stomach. She nibbled the flesh lightly.
"You are one hot bitch, Roxie," Mark moaned hoarsely.
She sat up and looked down at him, her green eyes glistening, as her hands began kneading his balls and massaging his cock. Mark reached out to touch her jutting breasts. Roxanne moved closer to him, leaning over slightly so he could easily reach them with his hand, but she never stopped stroking his cock.
"You've got great tits, Roxie," Mark whispered as he cupped the satin-smooth mounds of warm, resilient flesh in his hands. He leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue across her nipple and it became a hard knot between his lips.
"Ssssssss," Roxanne seethed with pleasure, sucking air through her teeth.
Mark opened his mouth wider and let part of her firm globe slide between his lips and began sucking at it as hard as he could. Roxanne released his cock and balls and backed away from him pulling her breast from his mouth ... Mark looked up at her as her mouth descended on his. Her damp, shining lips were open wide and her tongue was taut and stiff as her mouth touched his. Their tongues intertwined as she melted against him. Mark ran his hands up and down her smooth, naked back, feeling her satiny skin and inhaling her delicate perfume as their lips clung and their tongues probed at each other.
Roxanne put her hands gently against the sides of Mark's face and withdrew her tongue, smiling down at him.
"Are you trying to trick me, Roxie? You know, you're driving me crazy," he moaned.
"Be patient, Mark." She bent over again and began kissing and nibbling at his stomach. She fondled his cock and balls with her hands as her head moved from side to side on his belly. Once again, Mark reached down to cup her breasts. Then he felt an unexpected thrill soar through him as she pressed her lips against the base of his cock and squeezed his balls.
"Roooxieeee!" he moaned, squeezing her breasts.
Roxanne's tongue slid out and flicked from side to side on his cock as she slowly moved up the shaft, leaving a trail of glistening saliva. Then she dragged the tip of her tongue slowly around the head of his cock, forcing back the foreskin. Mark writhed and lurched upward from the ecstatic feel of her tongue on his cock. Then every muscle in his body stiffened as she opened her mouth wide and let the head of his cock slide between her lips.
She pressed his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she slowly forced her head downward on it, letting more of Mark's cock slide into the hot, damp structure of her mouth. She squeezed his balls and Mark shuddered at the pleasure of the pain. Her head moved downward until the head of his cock was touching the back of her throat. Then she slowly began pulling her head back up, exerting a strong sucking pressure in her mouth.
"Dy-na-mite, Roxie!" Mark whispered hoarsely, as he continued to massage her breasts.
Roxanne gripped the base of his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as she began moving her head up and down with gradually accelerating movements.
Mark reached down and slid Roxanne's copper-colored hair back so he could have a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The sight of his throbbing cock sinking into her beautiful face doubled the thrill he was experiencing. Mark felt the first quivering surges of his approaching climax begin to gather deep in his loins. Roxanne's head moved up and down with a rapid bounding motion and Mark could feel his control slipping away. He held onto it as long as he could, wallowing in the beautiful sight and sensation of this gorgeous creature sucking his cock.
When he was almost at the edge, he sat up. "I'm about to come, Roxanne," he panted. "We'll shift around and do it another way."
She looked at him in surprise. "No, Mark, I want you to come in my mouth!" Then she lowered her head toward his cock again, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and gathering his balls in her other hand as she opened her mouth wide to let his cock slide back into it. He pushed her hair back again so he could see it gliding between her lips. The gripping pressure of her mouth descended on his shaft once more and every nerve in his body tingled as he watched the thick, swollen tool disappearing between her red lips. Her head moved up and down with a slow, deliberate motion for a couple of strokes as she pressed his cock firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she relaxed the pressure in her mouth as she began breathing in and out around his cock once more. The feeling of her hot breath around his cock and the sight of her sucking on it quickly brought him to the brink of climax again.
"Yeeeiiiiii!" Mark gasped throatily, grinding his teeth to hold on as long as possible. He thrust his hips upward in lunging surges as the approaching climax wrenched the muscles of his body. Roxanne brushed her hair from her face as Mark grabbed her tits and squeezed them. The pressure of his semen build-up was overwhelming.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh, Roooxxiiieeeee! I'M COMMIIINNNNGGG!" he wailed as the blessed relief of his hot thick come spurting into her throat washed over him. Roxanne grasped his cock with both hands as she eagerly sucked the come from it and swallowed it. Her tongue wrapped around his cock as she squeezed his balls and massaged the base of his cock, squeezing every drop of come out of him. Mark's cock slid from her mouth and Roxanne ran her tongue around under the foreskin as she licked it clean.
Roxanne rose and looked down at Mark who smiled at her in admiration. "For a virgin, Roxie, you sure know how to strut your stuff."
Roxanne had a triumphant look on her face. "Satisfied, Mark? Now let's get out of here." She started to move her body from the position she was in astride Mark's legs.
He grabbed her wrist and jerked her around. "Hold on, Roxie, baby. I had an idea you were planning some sort of stunt like that. Just take a look down at Mark's whang. I guess I should have warned you I'm always at least double-barreled, and we've only begun. And you, my beauty, are still a virgin, or so you .say, and we've got to do something about that!"
Roxanne looked down, to see that Mark's, heavy, long cock was still as throbbingly erect as when they had started. She felt him rolling her over on her back on the bed. By now her body heat was as lusty as his.
Mark was on top of her and their lips fused in a deep kiss. He parted his lips and slid his tongue inside her mouth. Roxanne sucked on his tongue as it dove deep into her willing mouth. The rubbing of his wiry body against hers made her ravenous desire even stronger. Suddenly he felt her hands slip down his back and grip his buttocks, pulling him tightly on top of her. For a virgin, Mark thought, she's acting like a well-trained whore. He felt her hard nipples jab against his chest and his desire to take her blazed higher. He moved his head down to the fullness of her creamy white tits. His tongue knifed out and began to lathe the hard rosy nipples, making Roxanne moan.
"Oh yes, yes Mark," she hissed.
As he worked over her heaving breasts, he felt her hands reach down between their bodies, down, down until she gripped his hard cock. He gasped as her hands caressed his cockshaft once more. Mark moved one of his hands down her trembling thighs. He teased his fingers over her pussy mound. The lips of her cunt were damp and moist. He parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers, then flicked his fingertips through the soft, hair-tangled mound, before he knifed his forefinger along her pulsing slit.
Roxanne bucked her hips upward and urged him on. "Do it, Mark, do it!"
She closed her fingers in a tight circle and fondled his feverish prick. His finger flicked in and out between her pink lips, making her hips jerk spasmodically. She spread her thighs wider apart to better accommodate the finger-fucking he was giving her. Roxanne worked her hips back and forth until she felt his finger bury itself all the way into her hot vagina. She felt the rub of his hand over her tingling clitoris. Soft mewling sighs of pleasure poured from her throat as his finger slithered in and out slowly, very slowly, making her squirm her hips in sexual delight.
"Put it in me, Mark. Don't wait. Do it to me, Mark, please!" she begged.
She kicked her legs wide apart and pulled him down on her. His body covered her milky, translucent curves. He drove his hips forward and his throbbing hard-on worked its way into her tight cuntal passage. He took her legs and guided them around his waist.
Roxanne knew she wanted it. "Yes, yes!" she panted.
She wanted it more than anything she could remember. She desperately wanted to be relieved of her virginity. She felt the roll of Mark's heavy balls over her inner thighs. She looked up at him through glazed eyes that were brimming over with passion. The head of his cock slid into her parted virgin lips. Roxanne tightened her legs around the small of his back. She loved the feel of the plunging prick as it entered her.
"You really are tight," Mark gasped, as he eased forward slowly and gently.
There was a moment of resistance as the head of his cock pushed against the tender hymen of her virgin cunt. Roxanne closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain she felt was sure to come. Mark pushed forward and she saw stars as the pain seared through her body, but Roxanne didn't panic. She knew it would pass. A few seconds later the pain was gone and she was no longer a virgin. The moment was indelibly etched in her mind.
Mark was too engrossed in slicing his way into her to notice the sigh of deep relief that escaped her lips. He bent forward and started kissing her all over the face and then he started moving his cock into the soft, warm embrace of her steaming passage. The walls of her cunt clasped him firmly, hungrily. He raised his ass and drove his cock in and out making it slide deeper and deeper into her moist cunt.
Her body jerked and twisted beneath him as she began meeting him thrust for thrust in a passion so complete that it made up for any lack of experience she had had. Mark had never in his life felt such an impassioned response to his cock and it stirred him onto greater efforts to please her. Their bodies became slick with a film of sweet perspiration as they labored. Roxanne cried out his name from time to time, totally transfixed by the delicious experience she was having. Her hands were now gripping his wildly pumping buttocks as they rose and fell with lightning speed. Mark thrilled to the tight sucking of her cunt as her violated pussy lips clasped and unclasped around his hard, drilling shaft of flesh. He began fucking her wildly, unthinkingly, inspired by her excitement. In and out of the enchanted red fuzz covered door of her cunt his stabbing cock thundered like an electronic wizard. As he drove it all the way in to the hilt, his heavy, swollen balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass.
Roxanne couldn't believe what was happening to her. She knew that never again in her life would she experience the same degree of ecstasy. She loved the feeling. There was no pain, only wonderful, tingling sensations that were more thrilling than anything she had ever felt with her father. It was the beginning of a new world for Roxanne.
"I love it! I LOVE IT!" she screamed as she writhed beneath him.
Her arms clutched him tightly around the shoulders and her nails raked over his back. He lunged into her with a nonstop rhythm and she answered his every thrust without cessation, never tiring, always wanting more, loving the way he was ravishing her pussy. She flailed her cunt up at his jabbing cock with ecstatic abandon.
"Faster, Mark! Faster!" she granted, begging for more and still more.
Roxanne knew she was getting close to her orgasm, Mark could also tell by her manic gyrations. Suddenly the wild sensation rushed through Roxanne's body. She squealed and locked her legs around his heaving ass. She held on as if for life as she became caught up in the grips of her orgasm. He felt her juices coat the head of his driving cock and he rushed forward to meet her. Jets of come shot from his prick and spurted deep into her climaxing vagina. The feeling thrilled her beyond anything she could imagine. They rolled round and round as they gave way to their passion. Roxanne clutched him closer as if she were going to die from the fantastic sensations she was experiencing.
Finally it was over. Mark lay on top of her exhausted. They still embraced; their arms interlocked. Roxanne loved the feel of his weight on top of her and the wonderful feel of his prick still engorged inside her creamy vagina. She held him close and whispered in his ear, "I hope you've got a few more bullet loads stored away in that chamber."
Mark moaned and rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him. "Don't worry, you copper-headed vixen, I'm up to it!"
They kept up their wild coupling until nearly dawn when they both fell asleep exhausted.
Roxanne stood nude before the mirror in the bathroom of the motel. She looked as good as new, Her reflection showed no signs of what had happened to her.
But she was no longer a girl. She was now a woman.
Mark Dandridge had kept his promise. He said he'd teach her what divided the men from the boys. He'd taught her, all right. He'd practically raped her-and she had loved every minute of it!
Tilted to reflect the length of her body, she held herself in an awkward position before the mirror to examine herself for bruises. There were a few surface scratches, but they would soon disappear.
Mark had been rough with her. There had been times before the night was over when she had thought she'd have to scream. But she hadn't. She had proved to be as insatiable as he was.
A voice called from the bedroom of the motel. "Don't forget these," he said, tossing her the tattered remains of her panties. They fell through the door of the bathroom.
"Don't be such a prick, Mark," Roxanne laughed.
"That's what you wanted, Roxie, a prick! You led me on and deserved everything you got."
"Well, I thank you for the lesson, but I won't ever let myself be trapped like this again," she said. "Next time I'll be smarter."
"Admit the truth," he said as he drove her home. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Oh, not bad, for a beginning," she said coyly.
Breaking into a chuckle, Mark said, "It'll be better next time. I'll pick you up tomorrow night."
They were almost in front of her Aunt Cora's tiny house on Tuam Street off Westheimer. "The devil you will!" She got out of the car and slammed the door. "You've had it, Mark. You'll never get another chance at me." She turned and flounced off toward the house, never looking back.
Chapter Five
Susan held a glass in both her hands. "It's kind of you to agree to listen to my problems."
"Nonsense," said Zoe Oliver. "The least a friend can do is listen." She patted Susan's knee reassuringly, "You know I think a lot of you, dear."
Zoe was smiling. Susan smiled back weakly and sipped at her drink. "I shouldn't be drinking this. I don't hold liquor very well."
Zoe squeezed her knee. "Go ahead. It'll make you feel better."
Slowly relaxing, Susan leaned her head against the back of the sofa. Zoe's presence comforted her. "I want some advice, but I don't know where to begin."
"Take your time. You needn't talk until you're ready. Let me freshen your drink."
"Oh, no, I don't think I could handle it."
"Well, then, I'll have another one-alone."
Zoe's walk was sexy as she moved to the bar. Susan's eyes trailed after her. "You're more experienced than I am. Zoe, and wiser I'm sure, I'd like to know what you think of Greg Barrett. I mean, how would you assess him as a man?"
Zoe's eyes flicked toward her, a shrewdness in them, "Someday hell be far more important than he is now. He won't let anything get in his way. That's my impression of him ... but you know Greg better than I do."
Susan looked down at her glass then, drained it. "I think I will have another."
Zoe made her a fresh drink at the bar and brought it over. She had added more vodka to the mixture this time.
"I love Greg and I want to marry him," Susan said in a quick flurry of words. "But I'm not sure he isn't stringing me along."
Zoe's eyes probed. "Is he your first lover?"
Heat touched Susan's cheeks. She took a long gulp of her drink. She turned her face away from the older woman. "He's the first I've wanted to marry." Susan laughed in an edgy voice, "He didn't initiate me, but when he makes love to me it's different than it ever was before."
"How many others have there been?"
"Jeff Connally was the first ... when we were in high school. The others, well, they really weren't important."
"I'm surprised, dear, but live and learn, I always say, I thought you were a pure little thing, virtually untouched."
"With Greg I feel things I never felt with the others. With them it just happened."
Zoe stroked her hand with soft fingertips, "You like it when he makes love to you?"
Susan's throat was dry and she took a hefty swallow of her drink, almost draining it. "I go crazy when he's around. I think he could make me do anything. Absolutely anything."
"And what does he make you do?"
"Zoe, for heaven's sake!" Susan finished her drink and put it down on the coffee table.
Zoe picked it up and refilled it. "Don't be upset. I had a reason for asking. Susan, I think you might be mistaking passion for love. Apparently your other lovers were unsatisfactory. Greg is the first you've had who knew what he was doing. He has a powerful personality. He probably swept you off your feet and got you into bed before you had decided whether to say yes or not."
That much was true. Susan felt the cold wind of uncertainty. Could Zoe be right?
Zoe and Susan talked on and on as Zoe kept refilling Susan's drinks. Susan's thought processes became increasingly cloudy. "Oh, Zoe, I am confused," she said, laying her head in Zoe's lap.
"It's late, Susan. Maybe we'd best go to bed."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Zoe," she said, her voice somewhat slurred. "I'll go on home at once." She tried to stand, but fell back to the sofa.
"Perhaps it would be wiser if you stayed here tonight and slipped home in the morning. I'm not sure your father would understand it if he saw you right now."
"I guess you're right," said Susan, as she let Zoe guide her upstairs to a guest bedroom. She fell across the bed and was vaguely aware of hands removing her clothing. Then Zoe disappeared for a while.
When she returned, she held a glass out to Susan. "Better drink this, Susan, or you may have a bit of a hangover in the morning."
Her shaking hand grasped the glass of foaming, bubbling Alka-Seltzer and she forced it down. As Zoe carefully turned her about on the bed and helped to ease her back down on the pillows, Susan blacked out.
When she awoke again, she was lying in an oversized double bed. She looked quickly about the room wondering for a moment where she was. She was lying under satin sheets, and as her hands felt along her body, she realized she was completely nude. The room was in semi-darkness with the bright light of day trying to force its way in from behind tightly closed draperies.
At that moment Zoe Oliver swept into the room carrying a tray containing a variety of rolls, fruits and a pot of delicious smelling coffee. She was wearing white silk lounging pajamas that were so sheer that Susan could easily see the outline of her shapely body underneath. As she sat the breakfast tray down across Susan on the bed and poured the freshly brewed, strong coffee for the two of them, she could see down the front of the pajamas and it was even more obvious that Zoe was naked beneath the thin material. She felt a strange twitching in her vagina.
"How do you feel this morning?" Zoe asked.
"Better, I think. I guess I must have talked your ears off last night."
"I think it did you good, so don't worry about it. Here, eat something. You'll feel better."
Susan accepted a buttered croissant, added some blackberry jam and began eating. Zoe looked at her as if she were a mouse about to devour a hunk of cheese. "I'm really sorry if I caused you any trouble."
"Nonsense. It's that old bargain. I take care of you in your moment of need and perhaps you'll do the same for me. Why not roll over and I'll give your back a nice rub. That ought to relax a few of your muscles and take some of the strain out of your system."
Obediently Susan did as she was told. Zoe pulled down the sheets, grabbed a bottle of Vitamin E massage oil from the night stand and began manipulating the muscles of Susan's upper back. The continued prodding began to tickle and Susan involuntarily turned over on her back to protest. At that moment Zoe wrapped her arms around Susan's thighs and pulled her to her. She nuzzled her face against the soft, downy blonde pubic hair and kissed the tender areas surrounding her vulva.
Electric shocks coursed through Susan's body. Meekly she tried to protest, raising one leg. "Really, Zoe, I've got to get up and get dressed."
"Shhhhh, little one. You've got all day." Zoe stared down at Susan's gaping hole, buried her face in her cunt and started chewing at her vaginal folds. She could feel her own cunt beginning to juice in anticipation of the sensual adventure about to begin.
She lifted her head and said quietly to Susan, who by now was completely mesmerized by the machinations of the attractive brunette, "Spread the lips of your pussy so I can get a good look at that pretty box of yours."
Obediently Susan slid her fingers down to the warmth of her pubic hairs and pulled her cuntal lips apart. Zoe leaned forward again and stared at her beautiful cunt. A brisk scent of sweetness exuded from between Susan's legs.
Zoe pressed her palm against the younger girl's crotch and combed her fingers through her pubic hairs around the open lips of her hole. A sticky, honey-like coating covered the tender lips and her taut labia. Zoe ran her fingertips over the pussy flesh and then touched her lips to her tongue, savoring the youthful secretions.
"Open your legs," she said to Susan.
Susan obliged, lying back on the oversized bed, she opened her legs and offered her cunt to her hostess.
Zoe got on the bed and lowered her face between Susan's smooth thighs. Her lips bit at her flesh taking little sensuous bites as she worked her way to the awaiting slash of feminity. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it over the pubic hairs of her sweet-smelling cunt. Susan's bush became wet with Zoe's saliva. For this beauty, Zoe thought, I will be the aggressor.
"Oh, Zoe," Susan moaned, "that feels ... ummmm ... so good."
Zoe worked her tongue into the hold and began to lick it in short, hard jabs, swabbing the young girl's cunt until it was drenched with saliva and pussy juice.
Susan ground her hips in circular movements and bucked her hips in counterpoint to Zoe's invading tongue.
"My God, Zoe. I never dreamed it could be like this!" Susan gasped as Zoe's tongue lashed in and out of her undulating cunt like an electric eel burrowing into the damp recesses of her soft cuntal membranes.
Susan clamped her thighs around Zoe's head, locking her into position. Her clitoris grew harder and harder as Zoe lavished it with oral caresses. Susan's pussy was drooling now, spewing forth its feminine secretions into Zoe's ravenous mouth. Susan's fingers dug into Zoe's soft hair and held her tight as Zoe continued attacking her cunt.
"Suck it," Susan grunted, "SUCK IT!"
Zoe's tongue began to lap more furiously, working deeply into the inner depths of her cuntal passage. Susan began panting and grinding her pelvis up at Zoe. Her orgasm began rushing toward its ultimate goal.
"Now, now," the beautiful young blonde screamed.
Zoe's long tongue was soaking wet, as it stroked and lapped the juicy folds of her cunt. She increased her speed as Susan came. The young girl's pussy opened and closed around Zoe's invading tongue. Zoe continued eating her cunt as the juice of Susan's orgasm flowed over her tongue and chin and dripped down the crevice between her buttocks. Finally their gyrations slowed to a halt. Susan released her hold on Zoe's head and Zoe slid her tongue out and sat upright.
Susan was breathing heavily. "That was unreal," she said in a rasping voice.
Zoe sat up, her eyes sparkling and her face radiant. Susan was still breathing heavily. Zoe moved around to her side and stretched out alongside Susan and kissed her full on the lips.
"You are so delicious."
Susan surprised herself by throwing her arms around Zoe and pulling her body close to her.
Later, after Susan had showered, they agreed that Zoe would come over to Susan's house for a swim early in the afternoon. Zoe watched her from her upstairs window until the refreshingly pretty blonde disappeared inside the door of her home.
When Susan had said, "Come over and swim with me today, Zoe," she had jumped at the opportunity. Around one o'clock she slipped into a sleek one piece suit which displayed her ample curves to advantage, and headed toward the Payne pool. As she strolled across the lawn, needles of envy pricked at Zoe when she remembered that Greg Barrett had staked a claim on the charms she wanted for her own. He was such an arrogant man. He didn't deserve a luscious prize like Susan. If Zoe had her way, he would never make love to the girl again. But how could she intervene? Zoe's mind raced trying to hatch a plan that would remove her male rival.
She found Susan lying on a chaise, stretched out along the shallow end of the pool. When Zoe was settled comfortably in a chaise alongside Susan's and had finished applying a coating of suntan oil, she asked casually. "Why doesn't Greg want to announce your engagement?"
"He wants the land where the old stretch of woods is out in Spring Branch. He's having trouble persuading Dad to sell that particular section and he thinks his chances would be ruined if Dad found out about us. He says he'll tell Dad after he obtains the property."
"He may be leading you on. Why should he marry you when he already gets what he wants from you?" Zoe was disappointed that Susan did not show any trace of affection toward her when she arrived at the pool.
"Greg loves me. I'm sure of it."
"If I were you, I'd take steps to find out."
Suddenly Susan sat up. "That's exactly what I've decided to do. I'm going to put Greg to the test."
Zoe smiled. A victory won. Then her cheerfulness dissipated as she saw a tall, tightly muscled, lean figure amble across the lawn. Why did Jeff Connally have to show up now? She loved having Susan to herself.
Jeff stood lazily inspecting the two of them. "A lot of nice cheesecake here."
His eyes skated over both of them, but lingered on the blonde whose chair was so close to Zoe's. His preference was obvious. Zoe's mature prettiness took second place to Susan's lithe and youthful body.
The girl sat up and yanked off her glasses in order to show the intruder an icy glare. "What is it, Jeff?"
"Just thought I'd come over for a visit." The law student seemed to be slumping even when he took an erect stance. "Have I worn out my welcome?"
"Zoe, I've got a terrible headache from the sun. I think I'd better go inside and lie down. Would you mind entertaining Jeff?"
Zoe nodded. She and Jeff looked at each other with appraising eyes, then after the object of their attentions. Jeff's feelings were plain to read. He wanted Susan as much as Zoe did.
"She must have told you about Greg," he said when the girl had disappeared into the house.
"And about you."
His eyebrows rose. "I guess she needs someone to confide in. It was me when we were kids. Now she doesn't trust me because I don't trust Greg. I know him too well. We were roommates for a year in college and I know how tricky he can be."
"Your viewpoint isn't exactly unprejudiced," Zoe said. "You want Susan for yourself."
He had dark, soft eyes, not hard and bright gimlets like Greg. His cheekbones thrust sharply against his skin, but his features were regular, even handsome, Zoe decided.
"I want her," he agreed, "but I'd still be her friend if I knew I couldn't have her."
"The odds are against you."
"What makes you say that?" he bristled.
"I think she wrote you off a long time ago. Surely you remember the occasion."
"She told you a helluva lot." He squinted in the sun, then grinned. "We were kids then. It was the first time for both of us. I'm more experienced now. Unfortunately she won't give me a chance to compete with my friend Greg."
Zoe rubbed her leg and looked at him with new interest. She knew a little about men's pride in their sexual accomplishments. Jeff spoke with a quiet confidence that told her a great deal. He wasn't afraid of the competition.
"Greg is two years older than I am," he said, "but we used to pal around together. He beat me at everything when we were growing up. Sometimes it wasn't because he was better, but because winning meant more to him. He has an ego that feeds on victory. I finally realized that he actually resented me."
"His ambition is obvious, but men with his drive usually get what they go after."
"I don't think he wants Susan for herself. He's getting back at the Payne's by laying Harper's beloved daughter. And he's hurting me. He knows how I feel about Susan."
"How would Susan's father react if he heard what's going on?"
"He'd try to break them up. He sees through Greg."
"Then why don't you tell him and knock out your competition?" Zoe asked slyly.
"I couldn't do that to Susan even though she's making a mistake. She'd never forgive me."
How true, Zoe thought, perceiving a means of eliminating both Greg and Jeff with one well-directed stone. She extended her hand. "Jeff, help me up, please. Maybe we can shift over to my pool."
He clasped her hand longer than necessary, studying her with shifting colors in his dark eyes. "We've never talked much before. I've thought of you living alone in that big house. How do you keep from going stir-crazy?"
Oh, oh, Zoe thought. Now he wanted to learn what made her tick.
Struck by an intriguing idea, she slid her hand slowly through his fingers. "You said you are a competent lover now. How competent?"
"You could try me."
"I suppose I could. But aren't you forgetting about your loyalty to Susan?"
"What we're talking about has nothing to do with love."
"Score one for your side." Zoe felt a stirring curiosity. "Every woman has special whims. You might not approve of mine."
He cocked an eyebrow. "I doubt that you could shock me."
"You sound sure of yourself. You must have learned a lot in law school."
"In law school and out. Would you like to see my references?"
"We'll talk about it at my place," she said.
She led him into the major's den a few minutes later and poured them both very strong gin and tonics. She handed him his drink and took a long sip of hers before setting it down on the bar. Then she carefully put her arms behind her and unzipped the suit, letting the straps fall slowly from her shoulders allowing her breasts to fall into view and then carefully, slowly, inching the suit down over her hips until she stood nude before him. She smiled as she picked up her drink and sipped again, watching his cock swell in his swim trunks.
"Wow, if the old general could get a load of the present Mrs. Oliver," he said as he stepped toward her and pressed his mouth against hers, savoring the taste of her moist lips and the tangy flavor of tonic water. They kissed deeply. Zoe jammed her tongue in his mouth and ran it over his large, white, even teeth. Jeff pulled away and took a slug of his drink.
"Let me get out of these trunks," he grunted, and slid the red nylon Speedo quickly down over his hips, bending over to step out of the suit.
Zoe slid to the floor behind him and grabbed his hips and started lapping her tongue over the smooth flesh of his back, getting it lower and lower to the top of his buttocks where there was a small tuft of curly black hair. His skin tasted slightly salty from perspiration, somewhat like a very dry French red wine. As Jeff finally stepped out of his suit, Zoe started licking at the curly pubic hairs at the top of his buttocks. Jeff sank to the floor in front of her on his knees and she pressed her face between his buttocks and was soon licking at the crevice of his ass. Jeff slid forward and spread his legs farther apart so she could get at him better.
Zoe pursed her lips and pressed them against his pink anus and kissed it. A loud, smacking sound filled the room. Jeff wiggled his hips and pushed his buttocks against her face. Zoe slid her tongue from between her lips and jammed it into the opening of his asshole.
"Sweet Jesus, Zoe," he moaned. "You really are full of surprises!"
Zoe sucked his ass and at the same time reached between his legs. Good, it was rock hard and ready to go. She pulled her face away and lay back on the deep pile of the carpet. Jeff pressed his face between her breasts and sniffed the scent of her perfume mixed with her suntan oil.
"Mmmmm," he groaned. "Sure do smell good."
"A touch of gardenia," she breathed.
On the coffee table nearby was a flat crystal bowl filled with a shallow layer of water on which floated three perfect gardenias from her shop. She leaned over to the table and picked up one of them and crushed it in her hands and rubbed it over the dark hair of her cunt, scenting every inch of her crotch. Jeff glanced down and saw what she was doing. He moved down her body, licking her flesh as he did ... her rib cage and her stomach ... until he could feel her pubic hair brushing against the bottom of his chin. Several crushed petals were entangled in her hair. He opened his mouth and took them between his teeth. He chewed them before swallowing them. Her entire cunt smelled like a gardenia. He pushed her legs farther apart and slid his hands under her soft buttocks.
Zoe hissed through her teeth and her body began to tremble as his lips nibbled at the hair between her thighs. He let his lips, tongue and breath caress her crotch and then suddenly he leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue along the opening of her cunt. Zoe suppressed a scream, seized his curly dark hair, pressed it between her legs. She began undulating her hips, pushing her pussy up to his lips.
"Oh, Jeff, eat me. Eat me!"
Her voice trailed off into unintelligible sounds. He stiffened his tongue and searched for the opening of her cunt. When he found it, he flicked it in and out of her pussy with rapid movements. Zoe cried out, unable to stifle her delirium. He touched the tip of her clitoris. She threw herself flat on the floor, holding her breasts in her hands and squeezing her own nipples. He titillated her clit again with quick, deft touches of his tongue. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed red and her eyes were bright and glowing. Her rather thin lips were parted and a small trail of drool oozed out of the side of her mouth. Her breathing was ragged and her body shook in spasms. Jeff grunted and dug his tongue into the inner recesses of her feminity.
Zoe had found a man who aroused her deepest passions. "Put it in me," she pleaded. "Put your long, beautiful cock inside me!"
Jeff lifted his head and smiled thinly.
"Suck me a little bit first," he said. "Get it all wet and juicy so that it'll match your cunt."
He scooted up on the floor so that he straddled her breasts. He pressed his buttocks against her heaving breasts. He took his cock in his hands and began rubbing it over her smooth face. She opened her mouth wide and he slid his cock into her ravenous mouth. She clamped her mouth around the shaft and began sucking, moving her head in quick, short movements. Jeff wrapped his hands around the legs of the coffee table and began pumping his pelvis back and forth, each time burying more of his cock down her throat. Zoe's eyes watered and she sucked as hard as she could as the long thick cock choked and gagged her. If anything, it had gotten even larger than when it had first slid into her mouth. She clenched her hands around the base of his cock and Jeff looked down at her and watched as the thick shaft disappeared between her lips. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked down again. Her lips were damp and shining. He rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips as if he were applying lipstick before he eased himself back down on the rug. Then he spread her legs wide and knelt down between them. Zoe reached down, took his cock in her hands and guided it into her cunt. Jeff slipped his hands under her buttocks to lift her pussy up to his cock. The head of it touched her soft vulva and Zoe squirmed, moving her hips from side to side. When the tip of it slid into her, Jeff let out a long, whistling breath of air from behind his clenched teeth.
Zoe gasped and every muscle of her body jerked as the head of his cock slid into her. Her breasts heaved up and down. She panted through her parted, glistening lips. He moved his hands forward to grip her around the waist and began inching his giant cock inside her. He was surprised to find that her pussy was so tight, incredibly tight. Zoe spread her legs wider and lifted her round buttocks off the floor, turning her pussy up to him as he gradually worked it into her. When it was nearly halfway in, she threw her legs around the small of his back and pulled him down on her hard, jamming it home.
Jeff caught his breath and then began to withdraw his cock clear to the head, then slid it back in. He moved his hands up from her waist and cupped her resilient breasts and massaged them roughly as he pumped in and out of her hot cunt. She took her arms and threw them around his back. She dug her fingernails into his flesh. She opened her mouth wide and Jeff inserted his tongue and fucked her mouth with his tongue with the same rhythm he was fucking her cunt with his cock. She held her lips tightly around his tongue as it slid in and out. Their saliva mingled as his cock slid all the way in and his balls brushed against her smooth ass. Zoe wanted to get him in even tighter, so she scissor-locked her legs around him and squeezed tightly, but it wasn't enough.
"Let's try it another way." Zoe wanted to be more in control of the situation. "You lie back."
She pushed him over and before Jeff could protest, she raised herself over him, one knee on either side of his pelvis. She guided the head of his cock into her cunt and slowly eased herself down, taking it all into her warm, damp cunt. Jeff lay back and folded his hands behind his head and watched her as she fucked herself on his cock. She moved up and down more rapidly and rotated her broad hips. From the expression on her face, he could tell she was getting closer to orgasm. Then he hurried to catch up with her. He took his hands from behind his head and gripped her thighs and began undulating his hips, bucking his cock up to meet her pulsating cunt. She began running the tips of her fingernails over his chest and stomach. She threw her head back; her dark hair swinging from side to side. She bit her lower lip.
"God, Jeff," she murmured. "Oh, my God!"
Her whole body trembled and Jeff let himself go. He climaxed deep inside her. Hot jets of come scalded the passageways of her cunt. Still she kept going, moving up and down, insatiable, and still keeping him hard, she reached her second climax. Then slowly she relaxed. She opened her eyes and began breathing more quietly. She savored the pleasure of feeling him deflate inside of her. She had been the dominant one. When he was completely soft, she dug into her cunt with her fingers and pulled him out. His cock, which was coated with the juices of their lovemaking, fell with a noisy slap over his thigh.
"Zoe, I want to lick it out," pleaded Jeff hoarsely.
"You want to what?"
"I want to lick my come out of your cunt."
She stared at him for a moment. "You really learned a lot outside of law school, young man. By all means, be my guest!"
She moved up and over his body until her cunt was positioned directly over his mouth. Some of the sperm had started to run out. He quickly clamped his mouth over the lips of her cunt, dove his tongue in, and began to lick like a madman. He licked and licked furiously at the secretions, never stopping until he was nearly exhausted and Zoe's vaginal folds felt tender and sore. Then he motioned for her to get off.
"Do you always do that?" Zoe asked.
"Nope, only with very, very special ladies."
Zoe reached for her bathing suit, a tiny heap on the floor, and picked it up.
"Well," he asked, "what's the verdict?"
"You'd satisfy any woman." But only another woman could satisfy her completely. He had only whetted her hunger for Susan.
* * *
Zoe went to the bank the following morning and sat waiting to see Harper Payne alone. A tall, sexy girl with copper-colored hair came out of the bank president's office and flashed her a smile as she walked past.
Ravishing, Zoe thought, and her head turned to follow the twist of the girl's hips. With her full, rounded breasts, long legs, and sultry features, she made even Susan look commonplace.
"Who is that girl, Harper?" Zoe asked when she went in. "She seemed to know me, but I don't remember her."
"Her name is Roxanne Yates. She hasn't lived in Houston long. She grew up in Spring Branch."
"Practically a home grown product?"
"Yes, I guess you could say that. I used to know her aunt years ago." Harper Payne's voice seemed to drift away.
Zoe would have liked to find out more about the girl, but that could wait.
"I'm violating a confidence by coming here," she said, "but I decided that I should for Susan's sake. You mustn't let her know that I'm the one who told you this."
A scowl captured his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Your daughter is having an affair with Greg Barrett."
His shocked expression pleased her. He'd break up the affair, she was sure of that. And Susan would believe that Jeff was responsible for her secret escaping. Soon Zoe's male competitors would both be out of the way. Then she'd make Susan hers.
Chapter Six
When Mark called that night, Roxanne had refused to speak to him on the telephone. Aunt Cora almost went into shock. "Did you two quarrel?"
"You might say we reached an understanding," Roxanne replied in a cynical voice.
"You can't go on sitting around the house," she said. "You just can't spend the rest of your life this way."
"I'm looking for a job, Aunt Cora. I've been reading the ads in the newspaper."
"You won't find anything there. If I were you, I'd patch up my quarrel with Mark Dandridge."
"Mark doesn't want to marry me and never did. He wanted something else, Aunt Cora."
"Of course he did. I'm not as great a fool as you think. The ones who want something else are the ones who marry you if you play your cards right. Make him marry you to get it."
Roxanne's eyes widened. "Is that the voice of experience?"
"Don't act so superior with me. I had a chance to get married, but I held out for better things. I even had thoughts of living on Del Monte Drive. Now look at me."
"Forgive me, Aunt Cora. I shouldn't have said that."
"Do you know who I used to date when I was your age? Harper Payne. He might have married me if only his family hadn't objected. What do you think of that?"
Roxanne was flabbergasted. She looked at her aunt, a stocky woman wearing black rimmed glasses, and tried to imagine what she had been like twenty-plus years ago. She saw what she hadn't seen before. Her aunt hadn't always been dowdy. She could well have attracted men, even a man like Harper Payne, when she was younger.
"Don't set your sights too high, Roxanne. That was my mistake."
"I'm going to get what I set my sights for." With this new bit of knowledge, Roxanne made up her mind that night of what her next move was going to be.
* * *
The next morning she was up bright and early and out of the house by eight o'clock. She was waiting in the reception area outside Harper Payne's office before his receptionist arrived. Roxanne knew Harper Payne as she knew most of the people on Del Monte Drive, by sight and by reputation alone, but when he entered the office, she recognized him immediately. His receptionist had still not arrived. He looked surprised and a bit bewildered.
"Can I help you, young lady?"
"Yes, Mr. Payne. I'd very much like to talk with you about a job."
"I'm sorry, but we have no openings here at the bank."
"Mr. Payne, my aunt is Cora Carter." She saw the flash of recognition on his face. "And my mother was Rosalie Yates, your housekeeper."
His jaw dropped momentarily. "Come in ... Miss Yates, is it?"
"Yessir, Roxanne Yates."
He ushered her into his office and as she settled herself into a comfortable chair facing his desk, she looked at Harper Payne. Though he was gray haired, he was quite handsome, and very well built for a man his age. Seated behind a smooth desk the color of dark wine, the banker looked exactly as the town's most influential citizen should, tall and distinguished, with a dark tan and immaculate clothes.
Hoping her nervousness didn't show, she explained that she wanted to apply for a clerical or secretarial position.
He was polite, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. "After your mother died ... and then your father, where did you disappear to?" His tone was quiet but curious.
"I didn't know where to go and I didn't want to live alone in that house in Spring Branch, so I moved in with my Aunt Cora. She's the only living relative I have."
"What about the house?"
"I just closed it up. It's still there."
"You must know as your mother's legal heir, it belongs to you."
"Oh, yessir, Mr. Payne. I know that. I just couldn't afford to live there alone." Roxanne could feel the warmth of his eyes as they poured over her body. She nervously uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
"Well, as I said, there are no openings here at the bank, but I think I can help you." He wrote something out on a scratch pad, tore it off the pad and handed it to her. "When you leave here, go on over to the Connally law firm. I think I can persuade them to find something suitable for you."
Roxanne almost jumped to her feet with excitement. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Payne. You're just as nice as my mother always said you were." She was exuberant as she left the office and almost stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the lovely Zoe Oliver sitting in his reception area. Two members of the Del Monte Drive royalty in one morning, she thought!
* * *
On the following Monday she went to work at Connally and Connally as a receptionist and part-time file clerk.
Jeff Connally, who soon would be graduating from law school, was in and out of the office every day. He discovered Roxanne immediately.
"My father's taste is getting better in his old age," he told her. "He's never hired a woman under thirty before."
"I pulled strings to get here. Harper Payne recommended me."
"Then good for Harper. Why don't I call you some time?"
Her pulse broke into a run. "I ... I ... thought you were more or less engaged to Susan Payne."
"Not any longer."
"Then there's no reason why you shouldn't call on me, I guess."
She went home that night hoping he would call and soon. Her acquisition of a job and her ability to help pay the bills improved her relations with Aunt Cora.
* * *
Susan floated in ecstasy. Eyes clenched tight, hands digging into the sheets underneath her, she murmured the same words over and over. "Greg, Greg, darling ... "
"Here we go, baby. Hang on for the ride."
The lovemaking stunned her like a blow. She clung to her lover, unwilling to let him go.
"Every time I see you," she said later, "I wind up with my clothes off."
"You look good that way."
She accepted the compliment gratefully, treasuring whatever he gave her.
Greg blew smoke through his nostrils. "How could a cold fish like Harper Payne father a hot little dish like you?"
Her mouth tightened. "Must you always think of Dad when we're together? Of getting the best of him and the Connally's?"
"Sweetheart, that's never far from my mind."
"If you aren't in love with me, Greg, I'm making a terrible fool of myself."
"I'm stymied as long as your father refuses to sell that property. It's the only suitable location for the electronics plant," With absentminded playfulness, he ran his hand over her breasts.
"The idea in meeting you tonight was to talk about us. Not just to make love-but to talk."
"Talk then."
"I'm giving a party and I want you to come, to be my date." She held her breath. "It's time we let Dad know we're seeing each other."
"You've decided to take matters into your own hands, have you?"
She burrowed her yellow hair against his chest. "Your way hasn't worked."
"I'll come to the party," he said, his decision reached in an instant. "Maybe it is time we let the old tyrant know something."
"He isn't a tyrant, Greg, and he isn't a cold fish. You just don't know him."
"Are you willing to defy him if he doesn't approve of me?" he asked.
"I'll do anything for you."
* * *
It took courage to look into her father's face the next morning at breakfast and explain that her date for the party was going to be Greg Barrett.
Harper Payne's features froze and he threw his napkin down like a gauntlet. "Why didn't you tell me you were planning to invite Greg Barrett when you asked to give this party?"
"I was afraid to tell you. Afraid you'd say I couldn't."
"What about Jeff Connally?"
"Jeff will be there, but with someone else." Susan met his eyes without flinching. "We talked about Jeff before and we covered the subject thoroughly. You said I could choose my own man."
"You haven't been honest with me. You're having an affair with Barrett."
She wouldn't lie to him now. "Who told you that?"
"It doesn't matter how I found out."
"I love him and he loves me. We're going to be married. With or without your approval."
The explosion she awaited failed to materialize. Harper Payne balled his fingers into a fist, but his words were carefully measured. "I can't stop what has already happened. And I won't tell you that you can't marry Barrett. I only say this: I expect to make damned sure you don't ruin the rest of your life."
He left her alone, slamming the door as he departed. Susan sat wondering what he planned, but she was relieved to have the truth in the open. But who had told her father her secret? Someone had told him and that someone must have been Jeff Connally. Jeff was the only person with a reason-plain old jealousy.
* * *
Harper Payne had relaxed somewhat by the time he reached his office. Thoughtfully he clicked on the intercom and asked his secretary to get the law firm of Connally and Connally on the telephone.
It was Jeff Connally who passed her desk just as Roxanne's phone rang. He stood waiting at the edge of it while she picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Miss Yates speaking."
"Hello, Roxanne, this is Harper Payne."
Jeff could see from her expression that she was startled.
"Yes ... sir," she answered.
"I would like for you to meet me today for lunch. I've arranged with Mr. Connally for you to take the rest of the afternoon off. I have some business affairs concerning your mother's property to discuss with you. Please meet me at the River Oaks Country Club at one-thirty. We'll have a late lunch and, if you wish, you can take a swim in the club's pool."
Roxanne was momentarily stunned. "Yes ... yes ... yessir," she stammered. "I'll be there." She replaced the receiver on its cradle.
Jeff was still staring at her. "Say, beautiful, you look as if you'd just won the Irish sweepstakes. What gives?"
"Pardon me, Jeff. I'm just in a momentary sort of daze."
"Well, come up for air for a minute. Susan Payne's giving a party tomorrow night and I wondered if you'd like to go with me?"
"Jeff, oh, would I! That's terrific."
"Swell. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock."
* * *
Roxanne took the bus home and stopped long enough to pick up a bathing suit and slip into a sundress and a pair of high-heeled sandals, replacing the skirt and blouse she'd worn to work.
She boarded another bus and got off just in front of the River Oaks Country Club at one-twenty. She was nervous inwardly as she approached the club. Maybe I should have taken a taxi, she thought, but then probably no one ever comes here by bus or taxi-except the help. She pulled herself to her full height and tried not to feel intimidated as she walked into the club house. Harper Payne was waiting for her in the lobby.
He came forward immediately. "Hello, my dear," he said, taking her arm. "I've taken the liberty of ordering our luncheon set up out by the pool. It's quiet there today and I've picked a spot that is well-shaded so you won't burn that beautiful, creamy skin of yours."
Roxanne caught a number of admiring stares from people as he guided her out to the terrace dining area adjacent to the pool.
She let him order for both of them.
"Two spinach salads and a bottle of Verdicchio, please."
Roxanne had never had wine with any noontime meal and hoped she could handle it. So many firsts were coming her way, but she was determined to handle them all.
"Well, to get the mystery out of the way," Harper Payne began, "I didn't tell you the whole truth about your mother's property and what is now-or will be-legally yours as soon as you turn twenty-one. For your mother's service to our family, which was of many years duration-and she put up with a lot of harassment from my wife-I not only gave her the house you lived in, but the ten acres of woodland area adjacent thereto. You may have wondered all these years when the shopping center was being built why nothing was ever changed on your side of the road. Well, Roxanne, those ten acres are yours."
Roxanne could only gasp. She sipped her wine thoughtfully. "Those woods were my magic forest when I was a little girl."
"Well, Roxanne, they are going to prove to be your magic forest now because that land's value has skyrocketed in Spring Branch. Those acres happen to be the main area on which Barrett Enterprises hopes to lure Equitable Electronics to build their new factory. Greg Barrett thinks I own the land, but I don't-you do-although they are held in trust by me in your name until you are twenty-one. I can act in your behalf in disposing of them."
"Are they worth a lot of money?" she asked forthrightly.
"More and more every day with Greg Barrett so determined to own them. Roxanne, Greg Barrett wants to marry my daughter, but I don't want him to. I intend to strike a bargain with him, using that land as collateral, and I promise you I'll make you a very rich young lady."
Roxanne smiled at the handsome man. "I can't believe it. It all sounds so fantastic. I'm just a little girl who never had anything and now this. Would they be worth anywhere near ten thousand dollars?" she asked, making a guess.
"Roxanne, my dear. At least ten times that amount."
Her brows knitted thoughtfully. It was difficult to comprehend all of that money, but she had a curious question gnawing at her insides. "Mr. Payne, do you have to have my permission to sell those acres?"
"Yes, of course, but surely for that much money you would want to."
She didn't answer right away. "I'm only eighteen years old now and that does sound like a lot of money to an eighteen year old, but I think about my Aunt Cora and if I spread that money out till I'm her age, it wouldn't be very much."
For the first time she saw a frown on Harper Payne's face. At that moment their salads arrived and they ate in silence. Harper Payne or the waiter refilled her wine glass every time it was empty.
Over coffee, Payne suggested they stay and take a swim as soon as their food had had a few minutes to digest.
"I'm not much of a swimmer, but I will lie by the pool for a short time. About twenty minutes in the sun and I've had it."
"Good. The ladies' dressing rooms are right over there. I'll meet you by those lounge chairs by the bar in a few minutes."
When Harper Payne had changed into swim trunks and found his way back to the pool, he found Roxanne ensconced in one of the chairs. He crouched down beside her and stared at her lovely young body and her delicate white skin. She was wearing a lime green bikini which was probably against the rules of the club, he thought, but there was no one else by the pool today except the lifeguard.
She stared at his handsome face and steel gray hair. She let her eyes wander down over his broad shoulders, slim hips and bulging basket. She was surprised that his body was still so youthful and firm.
As he settled down on his chair, his leg brushed against Roxanne's thigh. She didn't pull away. "Maybe you'd like to have some suntan lotion rubbed on your back," he suggested. "You're liable to burn."
"Thanks, I've got some in my bag." She reached in her bag and retrieved a bottle of Sunscreen.
Harper Payne took it eagerly, squeezed a bit in his hand and started rubbing it over her thighs and lower legs. "Roll over, so I can do your back." His reaction to the touch of her skin was immediate. He began to get a hard-on and it did not escape Roxanne's eyes as she flipped over onto her stomach.
She smiled and Harper grinned. "I'm afraid I got a reaction."
"A reaction?" she giggled. "Is that what they call it these days." Roxanne glanced over toward a teen-ager as he walked from the dressing room toward the lifeguard station. He had ignored Harper Payne and herself completely.
He watched her. "Don't worry. I don't think they're interested in us."
Roxanne turned on her side so that she was facing Harper Payne.
Payne could clearly see the outline of her large nipples beneath her bikini halter. Roxanne ran her fingers through the thick hair covering Payne's pectoral muscles, and "walked" them down over his abdomen to his navel. He moved his chair till it was butted against hers and stretched out beside her. She paused to toy with his navel for a moment or so before going on. Her fingertips came to the edge of his bathing suit. Payne held his breath. All at once she slid her hand under the fabric and clasped his cock.
"You're very well built, Mr. Payne," she whispered.
"Ah ... please ... call me Harper. It gets bigger with direct stimulation."
"Well, in that case, I'm a great direct stimulator."
"Then why don't we go some place? I'm free this afternoon-we could go for a drive ... "
"Sorry, but Aunt Cora's expecting me home around four o'clock. She'll be sitting in heat waiting to hear every breathless detail. Besides, Mr. Payne ... Harper ... I don't think it would be very discreet for us-well, to be-to be seen together." She was stumbling over her words. "Thanks very much, but what we're doing right now is daring enough for me." She glanced over at the lifeguard and the young man he was talking to. "But I have an idea. Why don't you leave first? Go in and take a shower."
"What then?"
"Just leave it to me, Harper," she replied, her eyes full of sensual promise.
"You're on."
"No, Mr. Payne ... sorry ... Harper, I hope you're on!"
He got up and, holding his towel slightly in front of his crotch, walked across the concrete toward the bathhouse. He pushed open the door. The inside of the bathhouse was empty. He took off his swim trunks. His cock was still half hard. He got a fresh towel from the stack provided for the guests and went to take a shower. The showers at the River Oaks Country Club were not communal. In the men's dressing room, there were twelve individual showers-a recent modernization. Each shower was of the wrap-around variety. The interior was approximately six feet in diameter, and the showers consisted of rings of water which surrounded the bather.
Payne stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him. There was a small window in the door and the door could be locked, affording the club member privacy. He squirted some liquid soap into his hands from the dispenser and began rubbing it over his body. As he soaped his genitals, his cock sprang erect from the sensation of his own touch and the anticipation of having Roxanne.
Suddenly the door opened and Roxanne slipped in.
"What the ... ?"
"Shhhhh. Don't say anything." She stepped into the center of the shower with him and unhooked the top of her bikini. Her full breasts fell free. Then she hooked her thumbs in the bikini bottoms and pulled them down. She hung them on a hook and stepped into his arms.
Payne wrapped his large hands around her body and pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her flesh against his. She slid her arms around his neck and held her lips up to his. He opened his mouth and covered hers with them. He tightened his lips and sucked hers inside. Her lips opened as he trailed the tip of his tongue back and forth across the smooth surface. Then he slid his tongue between her teeth. Her lips opened wider as their bodies crushed together, their tongues probed and entwined. He combed his fingers through her hair, gripping handfuls of the coppery tresses as he slid his tongue deep into her mouth. Her mouth closed firmly around his tongue, sucking and pulling on it. He began moving his head back and forth, fucking her in the mouth with his tongue.
They both became short of breath and broke apart. Her eyes were shining with passion. She could feel his huge cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing like the beat of a tom-tom.
"This isn't going to be very comfortable, Roxanne."
"It'll do." Comfort was the farthest thing from her mind.
"Have you ever done this sort of thing before-I mean, in a shower?"
Roxanne laughed. "I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me."
He laughed and squirted some more of the liquid soap into his hands and began soaping her body. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her close to him. He opened his mouth and pressed it against hers once again. She surged against him, stiffening her tongue and probing it between his lips and teeth. He began massaging her buttocks and worked his fingers down the crevice and felt her asshole.
Roxanne spread her legs apart and he worked his hands between them. He could feel the soft, tender folds of her pussy. Her lips caressed his as her tongue probed the sides of his mouth. Her jutting breasts began heaving against his muscular chest as she labored for breath and reluctantly broke apart. She covered his face with little kisses and let her tongue slip inside his ear.
An ecstatic thrill raced through his body and his every muscle tightened. He moved his hands up and down her back, feeling her soft, resilient flesh. He pulled away from her slightly so that he could cup her breasts in his hands, and he began squeezing and massaging them.
"Do you like them?" she asked.
"Yes, they're beautiful," he breathed. He bent his head forward and began kissing her breasts. Her body began to tremble as he began licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She pushed against him, pressing her breast far into his mouth as he opened his lips wide. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back and sucked her breasts as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around his head and caressed his hair.
"Oh, that feels great, Harper. Suck harder. Ahhhhhh." Her voice became a moan as he slid his fingers between her thighs and combed them across her soft, wet pubic hair. She spread her legs apart and reached across his shoulder to turn off the shower. She bucked her hips forward, pressing her cunt against his hand and dug her fingernails into his back. His finger knifed into the soft folds of her pussy and touched her clitoris. As he touched it, it sprang erect. He continued stroking her clitoris with firm movements of his finger in exactly the same rhythm as he was sucking her breast.
She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her hips forward, pushing her clitoris against his finger.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"
Slowly, Payne pulled her down to the tiled floor of the shower. Roxanne stretched out her legs and leaned against the wall. Payne got between her legs and buried his lips in the soft flesh of her stomach. He opened his mouth and slid the tip of his tongue across her skin. Roxanne moaned and raised her pelvis involuntarily. He slid one of his hands down under her buttocks and pushed his finger against her soft vulva, feeling it and the downy hair which covered it. She spread her legs apart as his fingers explored her pussy and her stomach began undulating. He moved his lips down until he could feel her pubic hair brushing against his chin. Her fingers pressed against his head with urgency, pushing him down toward her cunt.
When Payne dragged his tongue through the crack of her vulva, Roxanne gave a ragged cry and lurched up off the shower. He dipped his head lower and stiffened his long tongue and stuck it firmly into her pussy as he moved the tip of it back and forth. Then he lifted her legs in the air and positioned her thighs over his shoulders. As he opened his mouth wide he took her entire vulva into it, the warm taste of her cunt filled his mouth. He began searching for her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered in almost unbearable pleasure as he stroked it with the end of his tongue. She pressed her thighs together and gripped his head firmly. She ran one arm up the tiled wall of the shower and dug her fingers into it searching for something to hold onto.
Payne continued to focus on the area between Roxanne's thighs. He moved his head up and down keeping his tongue stiff as he titillated her clitoris. Then he began dragging his fingernails along the inside of her thighs. He could tell from her breathing pattern that she was close to orgasm. He continued lapping her cunt and her climax built in a steady, unwavering progression of sensations. Suddenly the muscles of her body began to ripple and she whipped her pussy up at his face. Her fingernails dug into the tiles. Her legs became taut and trembled. Her breath came in deep gasps and her stomach quivered.
She cried out, "Oh, God, Harper!" and began to climax. He licked her pussy with long, hard strokes of his tongue until she became weak. "Oh, Harper, that was sensational. I feel groggy and a little bit dizzy."
"Wait, I'll turn on the shower." He stood up and switched on the shower to cold. The needles of water shocked her body. She held up her hand to signal that she had had enough. She got to her knees and crawled toward him.
Payne spread his legs apart and she reached for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began fondling it. She glanced up and smiled.
"It's so beautiful, Harper. I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." In reality it was the first circumcised cock Roxanne had seen in her limited experience with only her father and Mark Dandridge.
Payne had a perfectly straight cock which stuck out between his legs. It was a full eight inches long and very thick. The head was large and flared and engorged with blood. A network of pale blue veins covered the shaft. Hanging beneath the giant cock were two heavy balls encased in a smooth scrotum. She lifted his balls with the palm of her hand as if she were weighing them. Then she moved her head closer and kissed the flared cockhead. She stuck out her tongue and trailed the tip of it around the head.
Payne's breath hissed through his teeth as her hands and tongue explored his genitals. She pushed one of her hands between his legs and began fondling his balls as she continued to hold onto his cock with her fingers around the base of it. She dragged the tip of her tongue back and forth along the cockshaft. The muscles in Payne's thighs knotted as she lapped at his cock. She paused for a moment and rubbed her lips over his balls. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of them inside and began gently pulling on the sac with her lips. She took the other ball in her fingers and stuffed it inside her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's as she continued to suck his balls and run her tongue over the fleshy sac which filled her mouth.
She pulled her head back and let them slide out of her mouth and went for his cock once again. She took it in both hands and began licking it as if it were an all-day sucker.
Payne groaned and he thrust his cock forward. She opened her mouth wide to let it slide between her lips and then closed her mouth around it. She moved her head back and forth, flicking the tip of her tongue over the cockhead while it was in her mouth. She let it slide out of her mouth until only the head was resting on the tip of her tongue. Then she dug the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head of his cock wiggling it inside. She opened her mouth wide once again and let his cock slide all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She was completely gorged on his cock and her lips were stretched taut around the base of the shaft. She began moving her head back and forth, exerting a strong sucking pressure.
Ecstatic sensations roared through his body as Roxanne sped her head back and forth. The sight of his thick prick sliding into her beautiful face made his sexual sensations even more acute. He could feel his load beginning to swell up inside of him as he looked down at her sucking his cock. She kept one hand on his balls, squeezing them gently in rhythm to the stroking movements of her head. The other she let slide around to his buttocks. She began squeezing and fondling the muscular cheeks of his ass.
Payne involuntarily bent forward slightly spreading his buttocks apart and she touched his asshole with the tip of her finger. The crevice was still slightly soapy. She began working her finger inside his asshole and started finger-fucking him with the same rhythm that she was giving him head. He began undulating his hips harder, driving his cock down her throat. Roxanne adjusted the position of her head and held it steady, letting Payne fuck her in the mouth. His hips pumped forward with a driving force sliding his cock deep between her glistening lips, before pulling it back out until only the bulbous head of it remained inside her mouth. His hands were shaking as he reached down to touch her face. Her finger flew in and out of his ass as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.
His load of semen grew until it was painful to hold. His control was trembling on the edge of collapse. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and began jerking the base of it. Roxanne smiled and eagerly opened her mouth to catch his load. He raised himself on his tiptoes and ground his buttocks against her invading finger. The muscles in his legs began shaking. He ground his teeth together and howled. His come shot out through his cock gushing into her waiting mouth in hot thick spurts. He closed his eyes and he could hear her eagerly swallowing it as it flooded into her mouth. He looked down and watched her as she sucked on it. She kept on sucking until his cock began to shrink, then she gave it one last kiss and let it fall from her lips.
"Turnabout is fair play," she said with a smile.
Payne and Roxanne stiffened when they heard the door to the bathhouse bang shut.
"Christ-oh-mighty!" Roxanne murmured. "Somebody's come in."
Payne eased over to the door and peeked out the small window. He saw the young teen-ager who had been talking with the lifeguard drying himself. "Just be quiet," he whispered. "The kid'll be gone in a minute."
The boy got dressed and hurriedly left. As soon as he had gone, Payne and Roxanne left the shower stall.
"I'll put on my trunks and take a look out and see if it's clear," said Payne. He peeked out the door and saw no one in sight. A large partition hid the entrance to both the mens' and the womens' bathhouse from the lifeguard's view.
"All clear," he said. "Get dressed and I'll meet you in the lobby and drive you home."
Roxanne sat quietly in the front seat of his silver Rolls Royce as they drove toward her aunt's house.
"Don't forget about those ten acres of land," Payne said, "and thank you for a sensational afternoon. You made me feel like a young stud."
"You acted like one, Harper," she said with a grin, "and I loved it. And I'll remember what you said about the acreage." As his car pulled away, she stood on the walk waving, and thought, no, Harper Payne, I won't forget one little detail of those ten acres. The price just might turn out to be a lot more expensive than even you anticipated. The knowledge that he had to have her consent to sell had made the afternoon's escapade worth every wanton moment.
Chapter Seven
The night of Susan's party. Harper Payne, stiff and formal, greeted Greg Barrett without a show of animosity, but the tension between the two men could be sensed.
Zoe Oliver arrived, fashionably dressed in black, unaccompanied by a male.
Jeff's date turned out to be more than Susan had anticipated. She was a dazzling girl, tall, long-limbed, with a beautiful, sensual face and hair the color of bright copper.
"Where does she come from?" Susan asked Zoe. "The name Roxanne Yates sounds familiar and yet ... "
"She's from Spring Branch," said Zoe. "She never ran in your crowd, my dear."
"I'm a little glad she didn't, I don't think I could have competed." Yates, Yates-Spring Branch. Susan was puzzled. Then it hit her. Rosalie Yates, their housekeeper. Could this dazzling girl possibly be her daughter?
"She's just the one to console Jeff. That kind of girl knows what it takes to get ahead," Zoe declared in a catty voice.
When Jeff drifted up to her, Susan tensed. "Your date is making quite a hit with the males," she said.
"Jealous?"
She regarded him icily. "I'm glad you found her. Now maybe you'll stop meddling in my life."
"If that's what you want." His eyes grew darker. "I don't plan to roll over and play dead just because you jilted me."
"I thought we might still be friends. But you went running to my father with your gossip ... "
"You're wrong. I told Harper nothing."
He lied with a straight face, Susan told herself. Angry and scornful, she turned her back to him.
"Greg and your father are together," Zoe told her. "They went into the study and closed the door."
Were they talking about her or about the property Greg wanted? Susan wound her nervous fingers into a knot.
"Don't be so edgy," Zoe said. "Everything will work out."
Susan wondered what Zoe had to look so pleased about.
* * *
Roxanne and Jeff left the party early, Jeff clad in a surly silence.
Turning to look back as they drove away, Roxanne watched the lights of Del Monte Drive fade. She had been enchanted by the Payne mansion with its high-ceilinged rooms, glittering chandeliers, curving stairway, and the faintly-lighted patio, the stone steps leading down to the lighted swimming pool.
She had wandered from room to room, memorizing the contents of each, and had breathed the sweet and heavy fragrance of summer flowers along the garden walk. Her special escort on the stroll had been Harper Payne himself. All the while he grasped her arm tightly-so tightly she could feel the fever burning in his fingers.
Jeff turned his car down a cross street and stopped under a big spreading oak tree. "I'm sorry, Roxanne. I lost my temper and I didn't even ask if you were ready to leave. I shouldn't have grabbed your arm and stalked out like that."
"Don't apologize." She decided to take a gamble. "It's Susan, I know. Maybe I could make you forget her."
"I'd explain if it wouldn't take all night."
"I've got no commitment to be anywhere the rest of the night," Roxanne said evenly, looking straight ahead.
Jeff looked at the beautiful young girl and started the car again.
* * *
Zoe pressed Susan's hand at the door and whispered. "Let me know what happens."
Nodding, Susan watched her go, then called upon her courage to walk back to the room where only her father and Greg remained, each measuring the other over a drink.
The party had ended and the last of the guests, Greg excepted, had said their goodbyes. An electric current of enmity crackled between the two men as Susan closed the double doors in order to shut out the servants from the study.
"Go ahead," Harper Payne. "Tell her."
"Tell me what, Greg?"
He tasted his drink in an emotion-charged silence, giving her but a glance before he returned his eyes to the older man. "Harper has decided to sell me the property I'm after. As soon as the papers are drawn up, I'll be on the telephone talking to officials of Equitable Electronics. Together we're going to make Houston more prosperous than ever. People may even want me to run for mayor."
"I'm glad for you. That's what you wanted." Her face skipped to her father, who looked both bitter and sad. "It isn't really a defeat for you, Dad. You might say it's all in the family since I'm marrying Greg."
Harper Payne suddenly looked his age, every year of it. "Tell her the rest, Barrett."
"Part of the price for the property was my agreeing to stay away from you," she heard Greg say. "There won't be any marriage."
The room tilted. She steadied herself against the wall. "Dad, how could you do this to me? And you Greg. You said you loved me."
"I've kept my part of the bargain." That was Greg speaking to her father and not to her. "I'd better go."
He walked to the doors, opened them, closed them behind him, and was gone, never having looked toward her a second time.
"I didn't force him to make the deal. He could have refused," her father said. "Between you and the land, he preferred the land."
"You're cruel. I hate you!" she shouted. Then she was clawing at the doors, fighting them open, running after her lover. The cool night air, drenched with the scent of flowers, struck her face like a mist of rain, as her heels clicked toward the street. She was just in time to see Greg's car pull away from the curb.
She stood on the sidewalk, fighting back tears. "You lied to me. You never cared." She was screaming into the empty night air. She turned and looked at the house. Then she broke into a run, stumbling in her high heels, as she sped toward the Oliver mansion.
* * *
Before long Jeff's car was speeding toward Spring Branch. When he started to turn into the motel where Mark Dandridge had taken her, Roxanne started to laugh.
"Jeff, no, not here. Please."
"But I thought you wanted to spend the night with me."
"I do, but not here. Don't ask me why, Jeff." She put her hand on his arm. "Turn the car around and go back about a mile. There's a little house where we can stay."
"But whose is it?"
"Mine." She looked at him. "It's not a mansion in River Oaks, but tonight, it's a haven in a stormy sea and I'd feel comfortable there. Okay?"
"Okay, princess."
As she unlocked the front door, memories rushed toward her. She threw up windows and clicked on lights. "Gosh, this place seems stuffy, but it will air out quickly, Jeff." She looked at him carefully for any sign that the humble dwelling was too far beneath him to stay there. There was none.
She decided to make up the bed in what had been her parents' bedroom because it had a double bed. "Give me a minute to put some sheets on the bed, Jeff. Gee, I wish I had something to offer you to drink, but I'm afraid there isn't anything in this house. Wait here till I get things ready."
When she came out of the bedroom, Jeff was in the kitchen. He had taken her mother's old pail and filled it with ice.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" she asked. "Champagne for my princess." He rolled a bottle of Taittenger's Blanc de Blanc between his hands, chilling it in the ice. "Where did you get that?"
"Jeff Connally never travels empty-handed," he said, kissing her on the cheek. When the wine was properly chilled, he picked up the bucket. "Let's go to bed, princess." Roxanne reached for two tumblers from the cabinet and led him into the bedroom.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered. "Let's make it beautiful, Jeff."
"You are beautiful," he said, popping the cork on the champagne bottle. "Cheers," he said, pouring champagne into the two glasses. He slipped out of his clothes and quickly joined her in bed. He picked up his glass and touched it against hers. They sipped their wine slowly, gazing at one another. The bubbles made Roxanne giggle. She finished her glass and put it on the floor.
She pushed him back on the bed, reached for his glass and emptied his champagne over his stomach and groin. Laughing, she leaned over him and began licking it up. The touch of her tongue against his flesh began to arouse him. He started laughing and pushed her back on the bed and poured more champagne between her legs and got down to lap it up from her curly pubic hair.
He moved up to face her and slid his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. Her lips were hot and responsive as he kissed her and his cock had swollen to its full length. He held her close feeling her smooth, naked skin against his. The tips of their tongues touched and darted in and out of one another's mouths. They kissed passionately, wetly. He moved his lips down over her chin, her neck, to her full breasts. He began sucking as he stroked her back with his hand. His tongue flicked back and forth across her nipples. Roxanne held onto his hand firmly, pulling him close to her chest and whimpering. She pushed her other breast toward his mouth, and he began sucking it. He slid his hands down between her legs and felt her soft pussy mound and cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer toward him.
His cock pressed against her thighs and he slid his finger between the cheeks of her ass as he pulled her closer. He opened his mouth wide and took in as much of her breast as he could and sucked on it roughly, chewing hard on her nipples. Then he flattened out his tongue and ran it down the full length of her abdomen, pausing to dip it into her navel before going on to her cunt. Roxanne spread her legs farther apart and wrapped her thighs around his head. Jeff fumbled for the bottle of champagne and his hands grasped the neck of it. He brought it toward her crotch and tipped it over. Some of the bubbly liquid ran into her cunt. He poured it slowly, lapping up every drop of it as it became flavored with her vaginal juices. The champagne made his head start to spin and he dropped the bottle on the floor, not caring if it spilled. He cupped her buttocks in his hands again and lifted her up and continued sucking her cunt. She ground her pelvis up against his face and his tongue went deeper and deeper into the soft folds of her vagina.
"I want you to fuck me, Jeff. Fuck me long and hard and make it last," Roxanne whispered. Her voice was heavy with passion and her face was soft and blurred in the moonlight streaming in through the shutters. He wanted to do it so that it would never end. He positioned himself between her legs, pressed the head of his cock against her moist opening while she wrapped both hands around it and guided it into her. He lifted her up to him; she wiggled her hips from side to side, taking the full length of his shaft inside her. The muscles of her body began to jerk spasmodically as he began moving his cock back and forth, rubbing it against her clitoris. Her breasts heaved up and down. She threw her head from side to side in wild abandon. Each time one of them would approach a climax, they would stop and lie still for a long time until it had subsided and then they would start all over again. They kept it up for nearly two hours until their bodies were aching for relief.
"I want us to come together, Jeff."
"We will, Roxanne, we will."
He started up his rhythm once again. He felt the inner walls of her cunt clasping desperately around his shaft.
"I'm soooo close, Jeff."
"Hang on. I'm almost there."
"I can't. I can't hold back. I'm commiiiing!"
"SO AM I!" he cried out.
They thrashed about on the bed until the bed gave a gigantic groan and collapsed, knocking the breath out of both of them. Jeff started laughing first and held onto Roxanne who was nearly hysterical. They laughed until their sides ached and lay back panting, gasping for breath.
"Shall we try to put it back together?" Jeff asked.
"No, let's just sleep on the floor. We can get it together in the morning."
The next morning their hands searched out each other's bodies. Jeff fondled her breasts and she slid her hand between their bodies and clutched his long thick cock. Jeff gently pushed Roxanne down between his legs. She touched his cockhead with her lips and tongue and drew as much of it into her mouth as she could. Jeff stretched out his long legs and groaned. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and closed in on her, kissing, hugging and caressing her body. It seemed as if there were a hundred hands and mouths covering her at once and she wanted to scream with delight. His mouth was at her cunt, his tongue swirling deep inside of her, torturing her clitoral bud. He sucked it greedily until she thought he was going to rip it off. His hands slid up to her full breasts and he began twirling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she cried.
Roxanne turned around and scooted under him until his cock was above her mouth. She opened her lips and sucked his prick, moving her head up and down, coaxing it into her throat. She swirled her tongue around the tiny opening, tasting the sweet flavor of his male juice. Jeff bucked his hips, jamming his entire choking prick down her throat. She held the base of his cock in one hand and teased his bulbous testicles with the other.
"Keep sucking it, Roxanne," he groaned. "Keep sucking my cock!"
He lapped at her pussy like a madman, digging his tongue in as far as he could. He could feel pressure building up for his impending climax, constricting his balls in agony. Roxanne's loins ached as her climax neared. She never dreamed she could carry on with such sustained fervor. She began to suck Jeff faster, her head gyrating and her lips smacking noisily around the shaft of his cock.
Suddenly she felt him pull her buttocks wide, wet his finger, and jam it into her asshole. He worked it in and out as he sucked her cunt. They were both so close to orgasm-that they were like crazed animals.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," he said thickly and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
He stood up and turned her over on her stomach, pushing her face into the pillows. Then he knelt down behind her, slid his hands between her legs and pulled her up to her knees.
He spread her cheeks apart and clamped his mouth over her ass, ran his tongue around the soft opening and jammed it inside, filling her up with as much saliva as he possibly could. She squirmed on the bed, delighted with the old, familiar sensation her father had taught her to love right here in this house. But when he stopped and pressed the head of his cock against her, she had a moment of panic.
"Oh, Jeff. I'm not sure I can do this."
He clamped his hand over her mouth. "Just relax, just relax, princess."
Her mind whirled as she did her best to relax.
"Easy, princess, easy. It may hurt a little at first, but then you'll get used to it and you'll like it. You'll be crazy about it. You'll see."
She knew he was right.
He pressured the wet head of his cock into the tight, velvety opening of her anus and began to push. Roxanne started to cry out, but his hand still muffled her mouth. He jammed his cock halfway into her and an excruciating pain poured through her body. She was out of practice. Then he held her fast, not moving, but waiting for the pain to subside.
Tears filled her eyes and she sobbed into his hand. When Jeff could feel her breath coming easier, slower, he began fucking her with minute strokes. A quarter of an inch forward and a quarter of an inch back. Then steadily building. A half inch. Then an inch. Roxanne finally began to relax and began to recapture the old thrill she used to feel when her father plunged into her bunghole.
When Jeff saw that she had begun to move her buttocks back and forth accompanying his rhythm, he lengthened his strokes, plunging his cock deeper and deeper until at last it was buried all the way up to the hilt.
Jeff let go of her mouth, clutched her hips savagely and thrust his cock in and out of her. The weight of his body pushed her face against the pillows.
"Do you like it now, princess? How does it feel?"
Roxanne groaned sensually.
"I had a feeling you'd like it. Just hang on."
He slid his hand between her legs and started manipulating her clitoris while he fucked her in the ass. Roxanne's face was a study of passion. Her moist lips were parted. Her eyelids fluttered and her tongue licked her own lips as his cock penetrated her and his fingers pinched her clit.
"Oh, that's it, Jeff," she cried. "Oh! Oh!"
She dizzily felt the roll of his balls against the back of her buttocks as he plunged into her.
"Oh, fuck me!" she squealed.
"Yessss," he hissed back. "You like it now, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she cried.
Her fucked her wildly ... unthinkingly, inspired by her new found enjoyment. In and out of her delicious asshole he jammed his thundering cock. His heavy sperm-filled balls slapped resoundingly against her buttocks. Each jab of his cock brought a passionate cry from her. Roxanne's nostrils were glazed with a burning lust. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
What if I should have a cock in my cunt as well as up my ass, she thought. Two at the same time. Is it possible?
She felt no pain anymore. Only delicious tingling sensations that were more powerful and wonderful than anything she had felt in a long while.
"I love it!" she sobbed.
Jeff gasped as he pumped his throbbing cock into her ass and toyed with her clitoris. Roxanne twisted and writhed beneath him unable to control the desire that possessed her. He lunged into her with a pile driving tempo and she answered every thrust without a let up. Never tiring, wanting more. Loving the way he was ravishing her. She turned beneath him with untamed and inspired gyrations.
"Faster! Faster!" she urged.
She was close to her orgasm and he was close to his. She rotated her buttocks, spiraling her ass to meet his plunging cock.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed hotly.
She thrashed with total abandon, arching her back and pushing her ass against his throbbing cock.
Jets of come shot out of his cock and Roxanne felt the hot drive of his load spurting deep into her asshole. He gripped the cheeks of her ass and gyrated round and round as he pumped every drop of his sperm from his prick. Jeff collapsed on top of her and chewed lightly on the damp hair at the back of her neck while he regained his composure.
"If you ever do that with another man ... " Jeff said in a shaking voice.
"Jeff ... darling," Roxanne paused. "Remember that you don't own this princess."
Let him think that over. There was only one way to own her. Marry her. Make her Mrs. Jefferson Connally.
Jeff was quiet for a long time. Roxanne didn't move. Finally she grew restless and decided it was time to get out of the bed and put it back together. She pushed herself up. Jeff grabbed her wrist.
"Roxanne, what if I propose?"
She turned around, jerking her head so rapidly she could feel her neck snap. "Say that again."
"I'm going to marry you, Roxanne."
Roxie, she thought, you've hit the jackpot.
* * *
Roxanne was not completely surprised when Greg Barrett called her and said he wanted to show her the site to be cleared for Houston's newest electronic plant. After Jeff had proposed, she had called Harper Payne and told him she wasn't interested in selling the land. He was in shock and told her that he had already made a deal with Greg Barrett. "Break it," she had said succinctly.
She decided to go. Since the announcement of the electronic plant's coming, Greg's name had begun to appear in the newspaper with impressive regularity. Roxanne admired success and wondered about the special qualities which placed one man at the forefront. She would take a firsthand look at the real thing. The news of her impending marriage to Jeff Connally had spread like a summer fire through Houston's society. But Roxanne's ardor for Jeff was diminishing with boredom the more time she spent with him. Still she held the ace in the hold against any threat to her future by keeping Jeff on a string.
Greg turned into the road that ran right past her Spring Branch home and wound through the thick wooded property in back of it. She stole frequent glances at the man driving the Lincoln sedan and found him handsome, rugged and dynamic.
She found his grin answering her when she stole yet another glance. He had been surveying her with equal curiosity and now she felt a deep tingle in her vagina as her pulse quickened.
After a while Greg stopped the car. They were deep inside the wooded area. He took a cigarette from a silver case. "What do you think of it?"
"Are you kidding? 'It' is the same old forest I used to play in when I was a kid."
"Imagine what it would look like if bulldozers had carved away the blanket of pine trees."
"I'd be impressed, but also kind of sad because it would wipe out one of my fondest memories." She looked at him straight in the face. "How much money will the plant mean to you?"
"You have quite an interest in money," he said with a grin. "Harper Payne told me you wouldn't sell this spread even for a hundred thousand dollars."
Roxanne remained silent, but kept staring at him. He was very, very attractive.
"What if I upped the ante a bit-say double?" She shook her head from side to side, indicating a definite "no."
"Look, Greg, I know I'm not rich, but this land is all I've got. But now that I'm going to marry Jeff, well, I thought I'd hang onto it and see what happens in the future-guess you could say it's my security blanket."
"You work fast, don't you?" He whistled. "You must be something super-special in the sack, bringing old Jeff to his knees so quickly."
Roxanne's cheeks flushed red with anger. "I doubt that sex was the only consideration for his wanting to marry me."
"Come off it, baby. You two have nothing else in common."
She stiffened. "I'd like to go back now."
"And you're proud. I like that. I have a lot of pride myself."
"Jeff knows I came from Spring Branch. He's different. He doesn't care about my family background."
He gave her a look of genuine surprise, mixed with impatience. "I'm not talking about your family, for God's sake. I mean you two are nothing alike. Jeff is an easygoing also ran and you're a shrewd young beauty loaded with ambition. You won't be content with Jeff."
"I'm still ready to go back to town."
"Don't rush me. I may want to raise the ante again."
"You don't have enough money, Greg Barrett."
"If you're speaking of money alone, I guess not. Old Jeff is offering you all that goes with the Connally name. Let me make my bid. I'll make you Mrs. Greg Barrett."
A laugh tumbled out of her mouth. "You'd go that far just to get what you want?"
"I want you, baby. I'll bet you're as hot as a firecracker in July. Getting the best of Jeff would be but a fringe benefit. Don't tell me you're in love with him."
"This is incredible," she said, her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. "You don't decide to marry someone this way."
"I make quick decisions all the time. I'm not afraid to gamble and neither are you. Five years from now I'll be a lot more influential than I am now. I'll be richer than the Connally's or the Payne's."
Roxanne knew he was right. She looked at the muscled arm he rested on the steering wheel. Susan Payne had preferred him to Jeff, hadn't she?
"I'll build you a new house on Del Monte Drive, the biggest in town," he said. "I already own an entire block front. It'll make the rest look cheap. We'll have the largest pool, drive the largest cars, throw the most lavish parties, and you'll show up every other woman in River Oaks. Isn't that what you want?"
"How do you know me so well?"
"We're the same type. I just started with more. There's one final thing, baby. I'll give you as much sex as you can handle." He started the car.
"Where are you going?" she asked bewildered.
"To Del Monte Drive," he said, "to show you where we'll build the house."
Greg Barrett married Roxanne Yates on the hottest Saturday morning in July surrounded by the cream of society from Baghdad on the bayou, as the elite eastern invaders of Houston referred to Houston's gaudy rich.
Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief when the ceremony was over. She had placed one additional condition on Greg's proposal of marriage she was certain he wouldn't be able to sustain-she had refused to have sex with him until after they were married. She was wrong about that and she felt lucky.
Chapter Eight
Roxanne was filled with excitement as she looked out the window of the Braniff jet as the big airliner circled over the turquoise blue water of Acapulco Bay banking for its final approach to the runway. The entire flight had been a joy. Flying first class was just the idea of luxury travel that Roxanne had always dreamed of and the fact that the stewardesses all seemed to be aware that her husband was "the Greg Barrett," and that she was Mrs. Greg Barrett really gave her ego a boost. Every male on the plane including the captain had given her the eye and she noticed that Greg noticed. She was tempted to chide him about being jealous, but she had an instinctive feeling that it might make his temper flare up and she wanted her honeymoon to be a joyous occasion all the way.
"Well, honey, we're about to land," Greg said, as he stroked her hand. "In no time we'll be at the hotel and I'll finally have my bride all alone for a change."
Roxanne flashed him a dazzling smile, and then added in a quiet voice, "I can hardly wait, darling." She squeezed his hand to show she meant it.
They were given the VIP treatment through customs without having one piece of luggage opened and within fifteen minutes were ensconced in a Mercedes limousine enroute to the Princess Hotel.
As they approached the imposing edifice, Roxanne gasped aloud. "Greg, it's ... well ... so different. It's like a fantasy castle. I've never seen anything like it."
"It's a modern version of the old Mexican temples-sort of their version of the Egyptian pyramids-but with all the modern conveniences."
The entire first floor was open, supported on thick columns, but with no covering glass walls. Forced air-conditioning circulated cool air throughout the lobby. The feeling of being outdoors indoors was remarkable. Houston, Roxanne thought, has some super new hotels, but nothing like this. One of the assistant managers of the hotel was waiting to greet them as they stepped out of their limousine and they were whisked up to their suite without the necessity of having to register.
"You really get the royal treatment, don't you, Greg?" she whispered as the elevator sped them up to one of the upper stories of the hotel.
"Only the best-and that includes you, Roxanne. The best and the most beautiful!"
Once they were at the door of their suite, the assistant manager unlocked the door and stepped back. Greg waited for Roxanne to enter, but she didn't move.
"What's the matter, honey?" Greg asked.
"Nothing-nothing at all."
"Well, then, go on in."
"Aren't you forgetting something, Mr. Barrett?" she said with a smile.
Greg was silent for a moment. He couldn't imagine what she was thinking about until it struck him. "Well, I'll be damned! Pardon me, Mrs. Barrett." He stepped forward and swept her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold.
"Perfect, darling. I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic," Roxanne said with a giggle.
Greg put her down and very efficiently, quietly and quickly the assistant manager directed the bellboys about the luggage and the group made their departure leaving the newly weds alone.
The suite was spacious, consisting of a large living-sitting room and a large bedroom on either side. The decor was done in shades of taupe and silver with accents of dark, blood red. The carpet was a specially woven design original, reflecting an intricate Indian pattern that she had noticed in the tiled floor of the lobby.
"Don't tell me we're supposed to have separate bedrooms, Mr. Barrett?" she said jokingly, crossing the room to gaze out the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Acapulco Bay.
"I hope that isn't the case, Mrs. Barrett." He started to add that he had waited long enough, but held back.
"Say it again, Greg. I love hearing it."
"Hearing what, honey? You know, I think this sun has already gone to your head."
"Mrs. Barrett ... Mrs. Barrett ... Mrs. Barrett. I can't hear it often enough. I pinch myself just to believe it isn't a dream-that I'm really Mrs. Barrett. "Well, you are, Roxanne-almost. What say we-ahem-consummate the wedding contract, hmmmmm?" His eyes gleamed mischievously.
Roxanne's lime green eyes sparkled. "I think that's a terrific idea," she said heading toward the bedroom where their luggage had been placed. "Give me a minute to change into something else, then I'll give you a little call, Mr. Barrett, honey." She disappeared inside and closed the door behind her. The room's carpet was a dark shade of taupe, but with a deeper, velvet pile. The entire wall opposite the window wall was mirrored with long panels covering the closets with pull out doors. Roxanne soon discovered that by pulling certain doors open that from the bed she could see her reflection from any angle. She quickly began to strip off her traveling clothes.
Meanwhile Greg had mixed himself a strong Scotch and soda at the bar that was well-stocked by the hotel's management. He had thrown off his suit jacket and removed his tie. He had finished about half of it when he heard Roxanne's voice call out, "Come and get it."
As he opened the bedroom door, he was struck dumb by what he saw. Roxanne was standing entirely nude in the center of the room, her legs about a foot apart and her arms akimbo with her hands on her hips. The breath exhaled from his chest like a tire going flat. "Wow, honey, that's what I call 'changing into something else.'"
"I take it you like it," she said teasingly. "Like it? Baby, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." He started to unbutton his shirt, but Roxanne suddenly spoke.
"No. Stop!" Her voice was almost a scream. Roxanne crossed to where he was standing. She reached around him and pulled herself close to his chest. Greg could feel the nipples of her full breasts harden against him through the thin shirt he was wearing. His cock immediately started to enlarge and Roxanne moved her leg forward to rub against it. The more she rubbed, the harder it strained against the linen fabric of his trousers.
"Stand perfectly still, Greg. I want to undress you."
He smiled and nodded. She ran into the living room to retrieve his jacket and tie and hung them on a hanger and put them in the closet, carefully angling another mirrored door as she did so. Then she disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, grabbed a tissue and wiped off her lipstick. She returned to face him. She kissed him on his eyelids, running her tongue over his eyelashes and eyebrows. Running it down the full length of his nose, she paused to suck the tip of it. Then she traced the outline of his full lips and moved down over his chin, pausing to suck it. Down she slid all over his Adam's apple to the very top button of his shirt.
"Now stay very still," she whispered.
He stiffened his body like a mannequin. Roxanne worked on the button with her lips and teeth until it came undone and then moved on to the next one. When she had finished all the buttons that she could reach, she pulled his shirt out of his pants and undid the last two buttons. Then she bit into the fabric covering his shoulder, pulled off his shirt and dropped it.
Roxanne knelt down and nuzzled her face against the hardness of his crotch, blowing hot breaths through the fabric of his pants. Greg's cock ached in his pants and he wished that she would hurry, but, at the same time, her slow motion stripping was turning him on tremendously. Roxanne tugged at his belt and it came unclasped. She tugged at the snap at the top of his pants and pulled it loose. That left nothing but the zipper. Deftly catching the hook between her teeth, she slowly yanked downward.
Ziiiiiip!
Greg's pants fell to the floor and his cock bounced free, standing stiff and straight.
"So, my darling husband, you were so anxious you didn't bother wearing shorts."
Greg started to answer, but she shushed him into silence. Roxanne rubbed her cheek against the hot flesh of his prick and moved her head under his cock and balls. Greg parted his legs slightly, feeling the softness of Roxanne's copper colored hair between his legs caressing his buttocks, his heavy testicles and the underside of his cock.
Roxanne moved her head slowly back and forth, stroking his sensitive areas with her titian tresses. Then she threw back her head, stuck out her tongue and trailed it under his balls between his legs. Slowly she licked each ball with her wet tongue. Then, opening her mouth wide, she sucked one of them inside, pulling on the sac with her mouth. She opened her mouth wider and, using her fingers, stuffed his other ball inside. She sucked on both of them, letting them roll around in her mouth and coating them with saliva. Then she leaned backward and let them slide out of her mouth. Roxanne attacked the underside of his cockshaft with her tongue, running up the full length, pausing to tickle the underside of his cockhead.
"God, Roxanne, you're driving me crazeeeee," Greg murmured.
He could feel the perspiration running down the inside of his arms even with the cool, air-conditioned temperature of the room, and his hands were trembling. Roxanne slid her hands between his legs and clasped his strong, muscular buttocks. She massaged them while she rubbed her face against his pulsating prick. She longed to take it inside her mouth, but she kept putting it off, as one often puts off something pleasurable to build up the anticipation. She pursed her lips and planted a kiss on the small opening at the end of his cock, letting her tongue dart out and dig into the small slit.
Roxanne opened her mouth wider and let the soft pliable head of his prick ease into her mouth. She clamped her lips around it and sucked, running her tongue over it inside her mouth. Then she began to move her mouth farther down on the cock, slowly taking it in inch by inch, adjusting her position so that she could get it all down her throat. She kept swallowing until her lips brushed the curly black pubic hair at the base of Greg's cock. Then she reared her head back, letting it slide almost all the way out and took it back in again. She continued this sucking rhythm, slowly increasing her tempo.
Greg ran his fingers through her lustrous hair and clasped his hands together behind her head, holding on but letting her control the rhythm of her sucking.
Roxanne pulled her mouth off his cock and said, "Step out of your pants, Greg."
He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his pants. Roxanne opened yet another door of the closet, angling it so that they could see themselves reflected in the mirror.
"Stay exactly where you are," she breathed. She got back down on her knees and took his cock back in her mouth. The two of them glanced at the mirror and watched while she sucked him. Seeing Roxanne doing it in the mirror turned Greg on even more.
"Oh, that's it, Roxanne. Suck it! Suck it good!" His voice was a hoarse rasping moan.
She put on quite a show for him, sucking his cock and his balls and rubbing her face over his crotch area. She let her finger ease between his buttocks to play with his asshole.
"Turn around," she commanded.
He couldn't believe what was happening. He swung his body around so that his buttocks were against her face. It was as if she had read his mind, anticipating his desire. She started at the base of his back, chewing lightly on a small curly patch of hair which was just above the crease between the cheeks of his ass.
"Bend over," she murmured.
Greg complied willingly and braced his arms on the foot of the bed. He watched her in the mirror as she trailed her tongue down between his muscular buttocks. She pulled his cheeks apart, buried her face between them, and pressed her lips against the soft opening of his ass. She kissed it noisily and then ran her tongue around it before spearing it deep inside. Greg watched her at work and groaned with excitement as she sucked his ass. She ran her hand under his legs and jerked on his cock with the same rhythm with which she was sucking his ass.
"Then lie down on the bed," she replied in a muffled voice.
Greg was used to being the one in charge, but quickly adapted to the commands of the beautiful temptress at his feet.
Roxanne continued ramming her tongue in and out of his asshole. Feeling his thighs tense, she knew that he was close to climax. Greg fell across the bed, his cock stuck straight up and throbbing like the wild beat of jungle drums. Roxanne put her finger where her tongue had been and coated his cock with saliva. Using her hand, she jerked him off and sucked both of his balls into her mouth.
Greg stuck both of his legs straight out and cried, "Here I go!"
Roxanne looked up and watched raptly as his thick white load shot out of his cock like an erupting geyser. The first spurt landed just below his shoulder near his nipple. One, two, three more jets of come, each landing a little closer to his cock, until there was a trail of white sticky sperm down the front of his body. Roxanne crawled onto the bed, and still fucking his ass with her finger, began licking it up. She started at his chest, pausing to bite on his nipple, and continued on down to the thick hair around his cock. She sucked on the hairs until she had completely licked up every drop of his come. Then she lay down beside him on the bed and pressed her head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart grow normal.
Greg's cock didn't go soft, but remained stiff and hard. He moved down, parted Roxanne's legs and buried his face in the soft moistness of her cunt. He parted her cunt lips, dove his tongue inside and began ramming it home. Roxanne spread her legs apart as far as she humanly could and urged him on. She bucked up her pelvis, rubbing her slit against his face. Greg pulled his tongue out of her pussy and searched for her clitoris, the tip of it. Roxanne writhed wildly as his tongue touched the small organ and it sprang erect. She trembled as the pink invader made love to her clit. Greg moved her body up so that she was balanced on her shoulders and her legs were draped over his shoulders. His legs supported her back as he continued his labial lapping. Her thighs pressed against the side of his head with a crushing force as she pushed her pussy up against his lips. Greg licked her cunt with long strokes of his tongue.
"Ahhhhhh, that's beautiful, honey. It's sooooo good," she purred.
He chewed on the tip of her clitoris and Roxanne's climax began to build inside her. It was a steady, unwavering progression of sensation. Her fingernails dug into the sheets and deep gasps came from her throat. Finally, she cried out and Greg licked her pussy with long hard strokes of his tongue. The more Roxanne cried out, the harder he lapped, licking up the sweet juices of her cunt. Finally he let her slide back down on the bed and he lay on top of her, pressing his lips against hers. He was completely aroused again and his cock was aching with passion.
"Let me slide it inside you, Roxanne."
"Yes," she urged, "do it, Greg, before I come down. But let's do it a different way so I can get the full range of that gorgeous cock of yours."
"Anything you say, you gorgeous cunt. How do you want it?" Greg asked.
Roxanne turned over and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She brushed her hair out of her face and turned her head around to look at Greg. Her green eyes flashed with desire and she wiggled her ass provocatively. Then she ran her tongue over the outline of her lips and gave him a long, sensuous look. Greg crouched behind her and flexed his knees slightly so that his stiff prick was even with her cunt. He moved forward, sliding his cock between her buttocks, searching for her cunt lips with his fingers and the tip of his swollen cock. He glanced at the mirror and could still see their complete reflection. It was like having another couple in the room and it thoroughly turned him on.
His cock head touched her vaginal lips. He slid it in with a quick movement of his hips. Roxanne groaned and her entire body shuddered. He pressed his hand on the small of her back, moving it downward, and turned her buttocks up toward him. He looked down at his thick cock disappearing between her smooth white buttocks and the blood rushed to his head. Delicious sensations of ecstasy roared through his body. He slid his cock in and out of her in a rapidly accelerating rhythm, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Roxanne rocked her buttocks back and forth, meeting his violent thrusts. Then she spread her arms out, lowered herself to her shoulders and buried her face in the pillow. Greg continued slamming his cock into her until his orgasm burned inside of him, making his entire body ache for relief. He bit on his lower lip and tried to hold it back as long as he could, but his need to climax became unbearable and his semen began soaring upward. He felt it burn down the full length of his shaft before it exploded into her pussy.
Roxanne cried out as she felt it begin to pour into her cunt. She held her body absolutely motionless, so she could feel the raging power erupting from Greg. He shot deep inside her. When the last drop had shot into her cunt, he clasped her around her waist, and pulled her down on her side where they lay quietly gasping for breath. His prick was still buried inside her.
When their breathing was nearly normal, Roxanne turned her head and asked, "Well, was it worth the wait?"
"Did you have to ask?" he panted. "Didn't I show you?"
"Well, show me again," she shrieked and managed to spin her body around on his cock till she was astride his pelvis. She bounced up and down and pleaded, "C'mon, honey, give me another ride."
Oddly enough, Greg felt his cock responding. "You asked for it."
They fucked in almost nonstop sessions for the next two days, never going out to the sunshine, ordering all their meals sent to their suite, thoroughly exploring every nook and cranny of each other's body.
On the morning of their third day, after another torrid session, Greg held her close to him. "You're really something else, Roxanne. No one man deserves such a delicious creature. You've got more recipes for pleasing a guy than both volumes of The Joy of Sex!"
"And you, my gorgeous husband, have an appetite that's just as insatiable as mine. Order breakfast for us while I take a shower, will you?"
"Sure thing, but, I know this sounds dumb, but maybe we ought to get some sun today. If we go back without a tan, what will people think?"
"When did you ever care what people thought? That sounds like one of my before I became Mrs. Barrett lines. People will think whatever they damn well please. I'd love to go out by the water, but I never tan anyway. My skin's too white, but I'll cover up with a sun screen and hide under one of those palapas, Senor Barrett!"
While she was standing under the shower, Roxanne heard the phone ringing and then it stopped as Greg pick it up, She didn't give it any thought and continued soaping her body and after her shower, she piled her hair on top of her head, toweled her body dry and slipped into a bright green string bikini. She felt absolutely radiant as she walked into the bedroom.
Greg had just hung up the receiver and his naked shoulders drooped. She slipped up behind him and kissed him on the back of the neck. "You okay, Greg?" she whispered.
He shrugged and sighed heavily. Then turned around to face her. He pulled her close to him.
"That was Houston. There's trouble with the contracts for the electronics plant. I've got to fly back home this morning. Dammit, can't anybody else do anything right in that office!"
"Calm down, honey, Don't forget you're the boss of that outfit and I'm sure if there were anyone else who could handle it, they would, but that's why you are the boss. No one else can, but my Mr. Barrett."
"Then you're not angry?" he said, relieved.
"Angry? No. Disappointed, yes!"
"Then we'd better start packing. We've got an eleven o'clock flight to make."
"We? Did you say, 'we,' Greg?"
"Well, surely, you don't think I'd leave you here all alone?"
"And why not? For Chrissakes, I've never been to Acapulco and I'd at least like to talk about its geography with some degree of intelligence when I get back home. I can't just describe the blank look of the bedroom ceiling-which is all I've seen for two days-to the folks back home, can I. Oh, Greg, honey, don't be mad. I've never in my life been away from Houston. I'll just stay a couple of days while you go back to work." She thought for a moment. "Maybe you'll get those contracts straightened out in a day or two, and then you come back here and we'll take up where we were so suddenly interrupted-to coin an old phrase."
"Okay, Roxanne. I'm just selfish. I've gotten so used to having you in my arms during the last two days that I just couldn't picture a moment without you."
"Believe me, Mr. Barrett, honey, we've got lots of arm room to share for the rest of our lives."
Greg made his flight and at eleven o'clock, Roxanne strode out by the pool in her string bikini, her eyes covered by oversized Christian Dior sunglasses and her upper body shaded by a big, floppy sun hat, She was fascinated by the effect of a waterfall tumbling down into a pool that seemed to run through the area like a river in a magic feat of engineering recirculation. She felt the heat beating down on the tiled area and sought the comfort of one of the colorful chaise lounges under one of the straw covered structures called a palapa which to Roxanne's way of thinking was far more imaginative than any ordinary beach umbrella. There was nothing ordinary about the Princess in any way, she thought. Strictly deluxe in her opinion.
Roxanne's eyes scanned the people scattered about the pool. They came into focus on two very attractive young men sitting under a palapa not far from her own. One was dark, blue-eyed and muscular and the other was blond, blue-eyed and muscular. She smiled secretly thinking of how they reminded her of Snow White and Rose Red-only in a male version. There was something about them that she couldn't put her finger on that set them apart from the rest of the crowd. It was if they were a couple in themselves. Well, she thought, maybe they are. Even in Spring Branch such things were not unheard of, she thought, with a sigh, as she settled back into her chair and closed her eyes.
Dominick Curia, the dark-haired young man, nudged his friend, Dennis White, the blond. "Say, isn't that Roxanne Barrett-you know, the Cinderella girl that married Greg Barrett three days ago?"
Dennis squinted into the sun, then held his hand over his eyes to shade them for a better look. "I think you're right. I saw the pictures of the wedding in the Chronicle which I have the hotel send up every morning."
"Dennis, you're impossible. Always afraid you're going to miss out on something back home."
"Listen, Dom, don't be stupid. We're in business together and Houston's a booming city. Social contacts-say, for instance, like meeting Mrs. Greg Barrett-can result in new, expensive business."
"I guess you're right, Dennis, but I thought we were on a hon ... "His voice trailed off.
"Did you start to say 'honeymoon'? You are such a beautiful, romantic nut, Dom, but honeymoon or holiday or whatever you want to call it, I think we should try to meet Mrs. Barrett. I wonder where Mr. Barrett is hiding? Call the waiter over. I want to send her a drink."
Dom held up his strong arm and signaled for a waiter.
"Take a drink to that red-headed girl over there and tell her it's from Dendom, Inc.," said Dennis.
The waiter nodded and walked over to where Roxanne was stretched out on her chaise.
"Pardon me, Mrs. Barrett, but the two gentlemen-how they call themselves-Dendom, Inc.-would like to buy you a drink."
Roxanne took off her sunglasses and glanced in the direction of the two handsome young men. They smiled and raised their drinks to her.
"I'll have a Coke," she replied.
When the Coke arrived, Roxanne raised it and nodded toward the two men.
Dominick muttered to Dennis, "Why, she didn't even come over."
Dennis laughed. "God, Dom, how dumb can you be. She can't be bought for the price of a drink. C'mon, let's go over and introduce ourselves."
They picked up their drinks and walked toward her palapa. Roxanne had laid back down and closed her eyes. Dominick stared at her beautiful, voluptuous body and gasped.
"God, is she gorgeous!"
Roxanne became aware of someone standing beside her and opened her eyes.
"Oh, it's you," she said, sitting up. "Thanks for the Coke."
"You're welcome," they said in unison.
"I really shouldn't have accepted it." She reached for her bag. "Here, let me pay you for it. My husband might ... "
"You see," said Dennis to Dom. "You're Mrs. Barrett, aren't you?"
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"We're both from Houston, down here on a holiday, and we saw your wedding pictures in the Chronicle. I'm Dennis White and this is Dominick Curia," the blond young man said, introducing themselves.
Roxanne smiled, "So that's the 'Dendom, Inc.'" She motioned them to sit down under her shaded area. "Just what does it mean-I mean," she stammered, "what do you do-Dendom, that is?"
Dennis grinned his most ingratiating smile.
"Dominick's an architect and I design interiors. We've been responsible for some of Houston's newest and-we're the first to brag about them-most beautiful new homes."
Dominick just grinned in echo of Dennis. Roxanne was drawn to them immediately. They were both so attractive and friendly and she was feeling lonely without Greg.
Dominick asked, "Where's Mr. Barrett?"
Dennis frowned at him. Roxanne watched the two of them.
"Oh, that's okay, Dom. I don't mind you asking. He had to fly back to Houston this morning on business. We'd only been here two days and then he got a call, ... "
" ... and the office just couldn't do without him," Dennis said, completing the sentence.
"You two both seem to know just everything," laughed Roxanne. "But you're right. That's what happened."
"We know. It's happened to us when we've tried to get away together?" Dominick explained.
Roxanne wasn't sure she understood their togetherness, but she remained silent.
Dennis spoke up, "Well, if you're all by yourself, why don't you have dinner with us and well go disco-dancing later tonight."
"Oh, I'd love to," Roxanne said in a rush, then hesitated. "But I'm not sure my husband would like it."
"Look," said Dennis persuasively, "he's not here, so how can he know and we can't let a beautiful lady like you miss seeing Acapulco."
"And Acapulco should be allowed a chance to get a look at you, Mrs. Barrett," Dominick added with boyish enthusiasm.
"Please, fellas, call me Roxanne." She thought about it for a minute and then said, "I'd love it."
"Good. We'll call for you at eight-thirty and have a cocktail at La Perla in the Mirador Hotel where we can watch the divers do their thing off the side of the cliff. Then dinner later at Popo's ... "
"And then, Roxanne, we'll take you to La Reina Plata and dance till sun-up."
"Sounds terrific to me," said Roxanne, "but I think I'd better go back up to the suite. I'm in 1801. This sun is simply too much for me and I don't tan-I burn! See you at eight-thirty."
As she walked slowly away from them, Dom said, "She's got a butt that's as cute as any young guy's ass I've ever seen."
Dennis grinned. "You're right. This time, Dom, you're right on target."
Roxanne chose a pale pink, almost an off-white, chiffon cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and a gypsy cut hemline. She wore a pair of white, low-heeled sandals for dancing comfort. Her gleaming copper-red hair was caught at the nape of her neck with an artificial white flower and hung in a curling pony tail down her back. When she opened the door for Dennis and Dom, they both whistled in unison.
They were dressed almost like twins in white trousers, but Dennis was wearing a yellow La-Coste shirt and Dom's was Navy blue. They both had very dark tans and looked quite handsome.
Roxanne laughed, "If I could whistle! You two look good enough to eat." For some unknown reason, both of them broke up laughing.
"C'mon, let's get going," said Dennis, "or we'll miss the show at La Perla."
Roxanne was enchanted with everything she saw. First, La Perla, which turned out to be a nightclub dug into the side of a cliff on layers with tables that looked down on a steep drop. By candlelight on their tables, sipping Tequila Sunrises, they watched the divers scale the perilous ascent up the side of the opposite cliff, then waiting for just the proper moment when the tide would make the water level rise with the right wave in the cove below, they would soar out in swan dives from at least one hundred feet above the water, their muscular bodies illuminated by well-placed torches that followed them down to the water. It left Roxanne breathless and she practically gulped down her Tequila Sunrise before she remembered that she wasn't very good with alcohol. She knew she had a great many things to learn.
Then on to Popo's--the most elegant Mexican restaurant in Acapulco. The bar was jammed and people were even lined up in the alleyway outside waiting to get to the door. That didn't deter either Dennis or Dominick, Roxanne noticed as they pulled her along, They greeted the maitre d', who immediately recognized them and bowed low with a greeting. She was sure she saw Dennis palm a 500 peso note into his hand. Whatever he did, they were immediately led to a table near the fountain that was the focal point of the restaurant's interior.
Once they were seated, they ordered drinks, switching from Tequila Sunrises to Margaritas. The salt-rimmed, icy liquid had a bewitching effect on Roxanne. She felt completely relaxed and at ease with her two new friends. They chatted freely and she learned that Dominick was originally from Philadelphia and Dennis from Florida. They had met, of all places, in New York, but decided after visiting Houston that life was more comfortable there and opportunities were far greater for two enterprising young men in their fields. She heard them refer to the city as the land of the big rich-the same phrase she used. She found many similarities in their backgrounds and was happy not to be surrounded by pompous society types.
When their path led them to La Reina Plata, all three of them were extremely high, but Dominick lit a joint and took a hit. He inhaled deeply and passed it on to Dennis, who did the same. Then he extended it to Roxanne, who hesitated.
"Do I dare? You guys already have me half out of my skull. I'm not sure I can handle the combination."
"You got to be stoned inside this place. You just need a couple of hits," urged Dominick as he took another toke on the weed.
Roxanne gave in and inhaled deeply.
"Wow, look at those lungs," Dominick said with a lascivious grin.
"I'm looking," grinned Dennis.
"Oh, wow, you two are just what I needed."
The interior of the club was done entirely in silver except for the floor which was covered with translucent squares of Plexiglas under which the lights constantly changed colors. Overhead the usual jumble of disco lights bounded a blazing array of color over the crowd.
"What does La Reina Plata mean?" Roxanne asked as they ordered a drink from the bar.
"The Silver Queen," Dom said, choking back his laughter. "This is Acapulco's gay disco-but as you can see it's a mixed crowd. There doesn't seem to be any really gay club in Acapulco."
Roxanne understood about the club and about Dom and Dennis, but at this point it didn't matter. She was having a wonderful time. Her choice of dress was just right because it picked up every colored light that hit, causing her to appear as if she were constantly changing the color of her dress.
The threesome were sipping plain tonic water now. They didn't need anymore alcohol. The one joint had got all three of them up for the evening.
Roxanne suddenly pointed up over the bar. "Look!"
There was a huge silver throne on which the disc jockey and all his paraphernalia were ensconced. He looked like the Wizard of Oz as he pulled on all his levers, working the lights and shifting his records and tapes about. He was moving like a madman. He was dressed in silver from head to toe and had a tiny coronet pinned to the top of his head.
The music which had been somewhat loud and irritating to Roxanne's ears when they came in wasn't bothering her at all now. Dom and Dennis pulled her toward the floor. She let herself go with the beat of the music, fascinated with the changing colors underneath her feet and the sweep of the dancers around her. Both Dennis and Dom were terrific dancers and the three of them were carrying on like Broadway babies. She turned, kicked, swooped and rocked abandoning herself to music. A group of dancers gravitated toward the threesome and they worked themselves in and out of a circle, always keeping each other in view. The sight of the guys and girls moving in a strange, androgynous way with flailing arms and legs, was a turn-on for Roxanne. As the lights darkened and brightened they threw their arms around each other and swayed and gyrated in a big locked circle. Roxanne was aware that invisible hands were running up and down over her body caressing her boobs and her buttocks and she, too, was groping the people that came in contact with her.
A number of the dancers had whistles on chains around their necks and from time to time a blast from a whistle would split the air like a coach blasting "foul" against a basketball player. She was laughing more and more and loving the sound. Someone stuck something metallic under her nose and before she realized what it was, she inhaled deeply. It was a popper. The smell of it was overpowering. Choking, Roxanne passed it on to Dennis and Dom, who inhaled deeply. Then she handed it back to an outstretched hand.
"No," spoke an unidentifiable voice, "take more, then I'll take a hit on it."
Roxanne took the inhaler in her hand and sniffed and handed it once more to Dom and Dennis and then back to the guy who continued to pass it around the circle.
She kept dancing, the smell of the popper still in her nose. Suddenly she began to feel a liquid warmth slithering from her feet, swirling around her insides and finally settling in her head. Her body felt limp and relaxed, but she knew she was still dancing. The music had become an integral part of her as if the drumming rhythms were plugged into her system. Now the colors and shapes and movements of the frenzied dancers took on added dimensions.
Roxanne's vision became clear as a bell. The music never stopped and Dom and Dennis stayed near her and the three of them never stopped dancing. She noticed that soon many of the humpy-looking guys, including Dennis and Dom, had doffed their shirts and had stuffed them into the belt loops of their pants as they swung about the floor. Nearly all of them had good trim bodies and the sheen of their sweat-coated skin glistening in the lights was dynamically sensual. From time to time the groups would erupt with hoots and loud cheers when familiar passages of hit music from the disco world filled the air.
Roxanne was unaware of time and kept on dancing and dancing. She didn't seem to tire. At one point she was in a group of six guys, all young and handsome and all with their shirts off. Acting on an uncontrollable impulse, she slid down the straps of her dress and as if on cue, Dom unzipped the back of her dress part-way, letting her beautiful breasts fall free. She continued to dance with abandon and the guys cheered and whistled with glee. Before long other girls picked up her style and bare breasts were flailing through the air. Roxanne just laughed and laughed and everything seemed fantastically bright and gay.
Suddenly Roxanne felt a shudder of excitement as Dennis and Dom moved in closer to her, each with an arm around her. The feel of her breasts sliding against the wet, matted hair on their chests filled her with an overwhelming urge to reach out and start rubbing her hands up and down over the tight, wet hair on their chests. They were dancing like a six-legged, interlocked machine now, their hands moving over her breasts, her hands slipping up and down their backs and grasping their buttocks as they moved together sensually. Occasionally the music would switch to something slow and rhythmic and they sailed about the floor with their strong arms practically lifting her off the floor, giving her the feeling that she was floating on air. She could feel their aroused cocks pressing against her thighs as they sailed about the floor and Roxanne felt the dampness welling up between her thighs. She was in heaven.
"Dynamite!" she yelled over the noise.
"Right on!" echoed Dom.
"Eeeeeooooyoowww!" erupted Dennis, like a bad imitation of a Texas cowboy.
Finally Roxanne asked, "Could we get something to drink?"
"Fine with me," yelled Dom. "I've had enough of these chica-dicas."
"What did you say?" screamed Roxanne.
"Chica-dicas! Listen to them. Those Spanish accents going on all the time-chica-dica, chica-dica, chica-dica!"
For some reason Roxanne found that extremely funny and erupted with laughter as the two of them led her from the floor. They were mopping up their sweating bodies with their shirts. They helped Roxanne get her dress back up into place.
"Listen, fellas, if you don't mind, I've had enough of this place. What say we go back to the Princess and have a nightcap at my place?"
The two guys readily agreed. By the time they had hailed a cab and driven back to the hotel, their clothes were merely damp instead of sopping wet. They made a strange, swaying trio as they made their way across the lobby, but the Princess management was very discreet and knew that all three were paying guests and made no effort to stop them.
Once inside the suite, Roxanne unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. "Say. I need a shower. There's an extra bathroom in there. Five minutes and we'll meet right here at my bar for-champagne! There are three bottles on ice. Somehow Greg and I never got around to drinking it."
"Five minutes it is," said Dom and Dennis in unison.
They all reappeared in towels and Roxanne handed Dennis a bottle. "Open this, will you?" She reached for three glasses and they toasted each other. By the time they had finished the second bottle, Dom had passed around another joint, and they were sitting on the bed ... the same bed Roxanne had shared with Greg on her honeymoon. Funny, she thought, I should miss him, but ... I don't. She put the thought out of her mind.
Roxanne felt a bit dazed after all their activity. "I'm probably going to feel like shit in the morning, but I had such a terrific time. Would you ... would you two ... mind staying here with me tonight?"
"We'd love it," they said in unison.
"Just a minute," said Dennis, jumping up and running back to the other bedroom. He returned quickly and gave Roxanne two small yellow pills. "Here, swallow these, Roxanne. They'll help you sleep."
Still in a daze, she asked, "What are they?"
"Valium, Roxanne. They won't hurt you." He handed Dom two and swallowed two himself.
Roxanne fell asleep nestled between the warmth of their bodies.
She began to stir about noon. She rolled over drowsily and wrapped her arms around Dom. She felt his semi-erect cock pressing against her lower stomach and her eyes blinked open.
"Ohhhh, Dom ... for a moment I forgot where I was."
Dom reached over and pressed a light switch and adjusted the dimmer control so that soft illumination flooded the room. "Feeling better, Roxanne?" he asked. He slid his arms around her and kissed her softly on the lips. "We all had a bit too much last night."
"Hmmmmm," she sighed, "yes ... much better." She could feel Dom's cock stiffening up.
She felt a pair of arms slide under her body and then watched Dennis' arms encircle Dom's shoulders, squeezing the three of them together like a sandwich.
"Good morning, Mrs. Barrett," Dennis whispered, blowing little puffs of hot air on her neck as he kissed and nibbled the flesh of her shoulders.
"Mornin', Dom."
Roxanne felt her nipples harden as they brushed against the hair on Dom's chest. She could feel Dennis' fat cock pressing against her buttocks and she wiggled her bottom against him. She laughed lightheartedly. "What a wonderful way to wake up."
Suddenly she heard the snap of a popper in Dennis' hand and smelled the familiar aroma of amyl nitrite as Dennis pressed it to her nose. Dom pushed his face to hers so they could inhale it together. Dennis slipped one arm free. She heard another snap and realized Dennis was inhaling another one behind her. Roxanne moaned with sensuous delight as she felt the rush of the "amo" surging through her body. She squeezed her body against Dom, and their mouths locked in a tongue-probing kiss. She could feel Dennis' mouth sucking on her neck and ears as he reached his arms around her and massaged her breasts. All three of their bodies were writhing in the oversized bed-squeezing, pushing, pulling, massaging, kissing, probing-as the rush of the poppers filled them with lust.
Roxanne rolled over on her back and looked from Dom to Dennis. She slipped her hands between the legs of the two young men and clasped their cocks. Their cocks were in keeping with their bodies, almost identical, but fat and above average in size.
"I feel like a cross between a farmer's daughter and a little girl let loose in a candy store," Roxanne giggled, as she milked their cocks with slow, easy strokes.
Dom and Dennis each massaged one of Roxanne's large tits. "And we want some of mama's milk," they said in unison.
Roxanne began to chant with each stroke. "One potato, two potato, three potato, four, O-U-T spells out goes he!" Her final stroke ended with Dom's cock. She raised herself up in the bed and bent her gorgeous red head down over Dom's crotch. She sucked his fat cock into her mouth, feeling it expand to a full erection, and then began slowly plunging it in and out of her throat.
Dennis leaned across the bed so he could watch them directly and as reflected in the mirrored closet doors. He snapped another popper under his nose, inhaled deeply and passed it to Dom. He took it, capped one nostril with his finger and inhaled through the other. Then he held it under Roxanne's nose. Her mouth was crammed full of his cock, so she had to inhale to keep breathing.
Dennis rose up on his knees and stared at the erotic sight of Roxanne giving his lover head. He stretched his body with his arms straight out as he gazed in the mirror. His swollen cock was thick, red and throbbing. "God, you two are beautiful together," he said, watching them. "That's just beautiful the way you suck cock, Roxanne."
Dom reached out and grabbed hold of Dennis' cock and pulled him toward him. Dennis eased himself across the bed and straddled Dom's body. He shoved his cock forward toward Dom's eagerly awaiting mouth and watched it disappear down his throat.
Roxanne raised Dom's hips and pulled the lower part of his body across the bed where she could peer out of the corner of her eye at them in the mirror. She continued sucking his cock fervently, occasionally releasing it to suck on his hairy nuts. Then she would return to the slick shaft, circling her lips around the head and then running her tongue over the slit in the eye before taking it deep in her throat.
"Do Dennis," Dom urged. "Get down on Dennis, Roxanne."
She didn't need any further encouragement. She let Dom's cock slip from her lips and leaned forward and grabbed Dennis by his narrow hips. She ran her tongue down the crevice of his buttocks. As she did, Dennis fell sideways on the bed onto his back, throwing his legs wide apart in the air.
Roxanne slid her hands off his hips and cupped his buttocks. She licked around his scrotum sucking his heavy nuts. She moved her wet tongue up and down the sides of his cockshaft till it was dripping with saliva.
Dennis held a popper under his nose and flexed his pelvis up to her face. "Suck that cock, Roxanne, Get those full juicy lips down on my fat cock." Within seconds, he was moaning deliriously.
Roxanne got to her knees. Dom slid around behind her. He glanced at the reflection of her copper hair bobbing up and down on Dennis' cock in the mirror. He looked down and could see clearly both her asshole and the pink lips of her pussy nestled in her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply on a popper and bent forward to plunge his tongue into her asshole. He chewed the rim of her hole, causing Roxanne to moan with joy while her mouth was still stuffed with Dennis' cock. She began wiggling her hips excitedly from side to side as Dom's talented tongue flicked and darted in and out past the sphincter muscle like a snake in heat.
"Go, Roxanne, suck me harder," Dennis wailed. Roxanne increased the speed of her lunges up and down his cock.
Dom trailed his tongue along the distance from Roxanne's asshole down to her vulva, twisting his neck in the process and turning over on his back. He positioned his mouth over her cunt lips and probed for the opening to her vulva. As his tongue made contact, Roxanne pulled her head off Dennis' cock for a moment and squatted down, pressing her crotch against Dom's face, forcing his tongue farther into her damp interior. Dom stiffened his tongue, dug it inside, and lapped her cunt.
"Jeeezzzuuussss, that's terrific! Chew me out, Dom," she panted with exhilaration, her head tilted full back. "This is wild, having you eat me out while I gobble up Dennis." At that moment Dom found her clitoris and bit down hard.
"Aaaahhh, Aaaahhhh, aaaggghhhh," she screamed. Dennis reached up and shoved a popper under Roxanne's nose. She inhaled and as the rush started again, allowed Dennis to pull her head back down on his cock.
The three of them switched around to different positions. Roxanne stretched out on her back while Dennis sucked her cunt and Dom straddled her face and fucked her in the mouth. When they began to tire of that position, they switched again.
"I wanna' watch the two of you suck each other off," Roxanne said suddenly.
Momentarily both Dom and Dennis flushed with embarrassment.
"We-we could-couldn't," Dom stammered. "Not in front of you, Roxanne. You-you-you're a girl."
"Don't I know that? Go on," Roxanne coaxed. "You did it before. I could see a little bit in the mirror. And I'm not just any girl, God knows, I'm the queen of the Silver Queen! C'mon, it would turn me on to watch-I mean it, fellas," she pleaded. She grabbed another popper and held it to their nostrils.
As they inhaled, Dom and Dennis looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"Why not?" said Dom.
Dennis lay down on his back and Dom positioned himself over him in a sixty-nine position with his cock over his lover's face. Dom opened his mouth and took Dennis' thick cock into his throat. Dennis, in turn, started sucking Dom's equally thick cock. Roxanne crawled around to the side to get a better view. She could see them from the side and had only to look in the mirror to see Dom's ass bobbing in the air. Her eyes were wide with discovery as the two young men sucked each other's cocks.
Roxanne bent down close to Dom's face and began licking Dennis' bouncing balls. She sucked both of them inside her mouth. Then she let his balls slide out of her mouth, ran her tongue along the crevice of his ass and buried her nose between his buttocks and began rimming him with a passionate zest. Dennis lifted his legs in the air and squirmed with pleasure, pushing his ass against her face. Then Roxanne moved around to the other end of the duo and sucked Dom's balls and ass while he continued going down on Dennis.
For a moment she leaned back and watched. Suddenly she decided to force her way between the two men, sandwiching her body between theirs. She started sucking Dennis' cock and clamped her cunt down on his face. Dom ended up on top of her and began licking the soft flesh of her firm buttocks until he had worked his way down to her asshole. Once again he stiffened his tongue and stuck it inside, massaging the tight entrance and getting it thoroughly wet with saliva.
"I want to fuck you up the ass, Roxanne!" Dom shouted.
"Wait a minute," said Roxanne, taking her mouth off Dennis' cock. "Let me lie down on my side. You fuck my ass and, Dennis, you stuff it up my cunt."
The threesome shifted positions so that Dennis faced Roxanne. He pressed the head of his saliva-coated cock against her wet slit. It slid inside easily. Dom had more difficulty getting his cock into her tight ass, but with some maneuvering, he managed to ease his long prick inside.
"Oooooh, God, this is heaven," Roxanne screamed.
They passed a popper between them and Roxanne began bucking her pelvis back and forth like a demolition ball, banging her cunt against Dennis' cock and her ass against Dom's.
Dennis could feel his semen swelling up for release as his balls tightened. With a few final hard lunges into Roxanne's wet cunt, he started to dump his load.
"I'm coming," he panted, sucking in his breath as a joyous orgasm flooded through his system.
"Don't stop pumping, Dennis. Keep on fucking me. Don't let it out. Keep banging it into me," she pleaded urgently, as she felt the fury of her own climax starting to explode. "Oh-ohh-ohhhh, that's it! Ahhhhhh," she screamed as she felt her orgasm envelop her.
Dennis reached around Dom and crushed the three of them together as Dom ejaculated letting his hot come spurt into Roxanne's ass.
"Woooooeeeee!" Roxanne gasped, panting for breath, "you two are unbelievable."
The three lay collapsed on the bed in their final positions. Roxanne could feel her strength seeping away and drifted off to sleep immediately. Within seconds, Dom and Dennis were also asleep.
The telephone began to ring at two o'clock. It rang over twenty times before Roxanne finally struggled to pick up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Roxanne? Are you all right? The phone has been ringing forever."
"I'm fine, Greg, honey. I was soaking in the bathtub trying to get that sun screen off my body. I had to dry off 'cause I didn't want to flood the carpet."
They talked for sometime and finally Roxanne pleaded, "Can't you come back, Greg. Acapulco is so beautiful. I got a tiny glimpse of it yesterday," she said winking at Dom and Dennis, "and I'd like to see more." There was a long silence while she listened. "Oh, all right. Call me tomorrow then, but please try to come. If you can't then I'll come home. She hung up the receiver.
Dom and Dennis heard the same conversation for the next three days. Finally they all boarded the same Braniff flight together for Houston. Roxanne had their tickets upgraded to first class and before they reached Houston, they had contracted to design the new home for Mr. and Mrs. Greg Barrett.
Chapter Nine
Greg liked both Dennis and Dom and approved of their design for the Barrett mansion readily. They managed to combine the traditional style of the other homes in River Oaks in the exterior and use many new innovative ideas on the interior. They were careful to keep as many standing trees on the huge lot as possible and did an ingenious job of landscaping the property so that the house was practically invisible from the four streets that enclosed the block on which it stood.
During the house's construction, Roxanne was buoyant and happy. She visited the site every day and was often photographed by the local newspapers prowling around the place in the company of Dennis and Dom. Dendom, Inc. became a household word on the tips of the rich matrons' tongues and the people who could afford their services clamored to have them design lavish new homes for them in the newly developed sections out on Post Oak, in Hidden Rock and Chimney Lane-all budding new suburban developments within the newly increased city limits of Houston where houses started with a minimum price tag of two hundred thousand dollars.
Roxanne and Greg were living in a temporary home on Mockingbird Lane while the new house was a building. She was so happy every day with the way work was progressing that she paid little heed to the occasional "sudden" disappearances of Greg on "emergency" business trips.
The house was finished the first week in November and Roxanne planned to be completely moved in by Thanksgiving. On the final inspection tour with Dennis and Dom, she could not praise or thank them enough for the work they had done. They were inspecting the indoor pool that could be opened completely during the warmer periods of the year by a sliding roof that was operated by electronic controls.
Roxanne came to a door that during construction would lead to a utility room in connection with the pool. Now she found that it had sealed sliding doors closing it off that at first glance made a person think there was no door there at all.
"Say, fellas. This bothers me. Just what the hell is in that room. You never explained it when the house was going up. I thought it had to do with the pool, but now I see it doesn't. What's in there?"
Dom looked at Dennis with alarm. Roxanne caught the fright in his eyes.
"C'mon, fellas, what are you holding back on me?"
Dennis looked at Dom and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, Roxanne. Greg made us promise not to tell you, but he didn't say we couldn't answer you if you asked. After all, you're our dearest friend and thanks to you we may soon be almost-millionaires. It's a surveillance unit."
"Oh, is that all? I thought it was some sort of tricky little thing Greg had put in. I wouldn't put it past him, but I guess a surveillance unit is good to protect the house against robbers or intruders."
Dom choked back a cough. "It's not exactly that kind of surveillance system, Roxanne."
"Okay, you two. I'm getting just a bit irritated. Out with it. We know each other too well to have secrets. Just what the fuck is that room all about?"
"You might as well know, Roxanne. There are hidden cameras in every large living area of the house. Greg wanted it that way. He can monitor any part of the house from inside that room-see everything-and I mean everything-even inside your private bathroom. And there are hidden motion detectors, too. If he's out, he can hit the switch for those and whenever a person moves in front of the beam, it sets a very intricate videotape unit into action to record whatever is happening-and those tapes are geared to run for twelve hours and are automatically refillable with fresh reels."
Roxanne was astounded. "You mean, I think, that whether Greg is here or not, he can see everything I'm doing at any time?"
They both nodded.
"That sonofabitch!" Then she started to laugh. "It's so like him. He's always like a cat trying to hide his shit in kitty litter, but this is really super. 'Come one, come all, ladies and gentlemen, and see old Roxie Yates from Spring Branch fuck her brains out.'" Roxanne looked at the frightened faces of her two dear friends. "Don't worry. I won't tell Greg you told me. I won't even let on that I know, but two can play this 'I spy' game and one always gets caught."
"Thanks, Roxanne," they said in unison.
"We're glad you know," Dennis added. "It's been bothering the hell out of us."
* * *
Roxanne's plans for Thanksgiving were spoiled by Greg's sudden announcement that he had to fly to New York on business for the long weekend. She had been having him followed by a detective service since that day she discovered the surveillance room. She didn't have a key to it, but it fascinated her. She knew Greg wasn't going to New York in all probability, but she would know where he had been when the weekend was over-and she was beginning to care less and less. But her body was yearning for satisfaction.
She drove out toward Spring Branch and stopped at the garage where her old school chum Charlie Boyd worked. A slender young man with short blond hair came over to her car.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
"Is Charlie Boyd around?"
"Yeah. He's in the back. Should I get him for you?"
Charlie came out on the run, his dark hair flying in his own breeze. "Damn, Roxie, it's good to see you, but what are you doing out here?" He blushed. "I mean, now that you're Mrs. Barrett and part of society, I just never figured you'd come out here again."
"I came to invite you to see my new house. How about it?"
"Are you serious, Roxie? When?"
"Tonight." She saw the troubled expression on his face. "Don't, worry, Charlie. Mr. Barrett is out of town." She emphasized her words carefully so that Charlie would get their full meaning. "And bring your young friend along. He's cute. What's his name?"
"Grant, but everyone here calls him Tinker."
"Well, bring Tinker along and I'll see you both at eight."
As she drove back to the big house on Del Monte Drive, she thought, okay, Mr. Barrett, honey, you asked for it, you're going to see Roxanne do her stuff.
* * *
When Charlie and Tinker arrived, Roxanne greeted them in a shocking pink Qiana caftan that was slit up both legs to her hip. She was completely naked underneath it. She watched Tinker's deep blue eyes blink with amazement.
"Wow, Roxie, you look like a million dollars."
Roxanne smiled. She was worth that much nowadays. "Let's get a drink in the den and then go out by the pool."
"Say, isn't it kinda' cool to be out by a pool, Mrs. Barrett?" Tinker asked. "I think I can keep both of you nice and warm."
Roxanne kept refilling their drinks as well as her own as often as she finished one. She wanted to get high tonight and she was feeling relaxed and marvelous, enjoying herself watching Charlie and Tinker drink in her lovely face and body. She almost wished she had invited Dennis and Dom over, but thought this was more fun because the two guys were a truly captive audience and not so worldly as the Dendom combo.
Several hours later, Tinker suggested, "Why don't we all take a midnight swim?"
"That's a good idea," agreed Charlie. "I'd like to get out of these clothes, er, uh, to try out the new pool."
"Be my guests," replied Roxanne. "I might just decide to join you." She knew the hidden cameras must be whirring away by now. She hoped they wouldn't run out of tape. She lay back on the chaise lounge, sipping her drink while she watched the two young men undress.
Tinker was the first to get out of his clothes. He had a strong muscular torso and the most beautiful pair of legs that Roxanne had ever seen on a man. Hanging between those beautiful legs was a thick cock with a bulbous head, surrounded by blond hair.
Charlie was thinner than Tinker and slightly bowlegged. But the size of his cock more than made up for that slight imperfection. It was huge, uncircumcised and hanging nearly halfway down his thigh.
Roxanne drained her drink, her eyes never leaving their pricks.
"Come on, Roxie," said Charlie. "Your turn."
She stood up, unzipped the back of her caftan and let it drop from her shoulders and slide to the floor alongside the chaise. Both of the men stared at the bright copper colored hair along the pink lips of her moist cunt. Roxanne's pussy was swollen with desire. The lips were parted slightly in a petulant pout.
Charlie's tongue slid out between his lips and he ran it over the outline, wetting them.
"Oh, God," he said, his words slightly slurred. "Wouldn't I like to get my mouth on that sweet little cunt."
"So would I," echoed Tinker. "I'd like to suck it."
Roxanne walked toward them and took both their cocks in her hands and squeezed them. Their cock flesh was hot and she knew that they were as anxious to have sex as she. They knelt down on the indoor-outdoor carpeting that surrounded the pool. She lay back and spread her legs apart. The vibrant pink of her cunt surrounded by the red hair made both the men salivate. Tinker bent down between her legs, extended his tongue, and began to lick up and down between the open lips of her cunt. Her hips began to undulate and she pushed her pussy eagerly against his hungry mouth. His tongue extended all the way into the vibrant pink of her glistening hole. Roxanne threw her head back and uttered a loud sigh of satisfaction.
"My turn," said Charlie. "I want to suck on that sweet snatch."
He got side by side with Tinker. They began chewing her pubic hair. Both locking their tongues over her opening, vying for the right to the entrance to her cunt channel.
"Don't be greedy, boys. There's enough for all," said Roxanne.
They took turns lapping at her cunt. They chewed on the outer lips until they were swollen and gaping open, then teased her clitoris until the entire pussy was wet. Roxanne wriggled her buttocks on the carpet and reached down and tapped Charlie on the shoulder. She motioned for him to come up to her face and stick his thick cock in her mouth. Tinker continued sucking her cunt. Charlie crawled on his knees up to her head and she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his rigid prick inside her wet lips. She wrapped her hands around his heavy, hanging balls and Charlie began pumping his pelvis forward, forcing more of his cock down her throat until she grunted loudly and he knew she couldn't take any more without choking.
Tinker continued digging his tongue deep into her cunt, teasing the knob of her clitoris as he lapped her wildly. Roxanne ran her fingers between Charlie's legs and toyed with the opening of his asshole. It was pliable and damp from perspiration. She stuck her finger inside and finger fucked him in the ass with the same rhythm he was applying in her mouth. Roxanne began to have an orgasm and made gurgling sounds as she sucked more rapidly on the long shaft of Charlie's cock.
"She's coming," Tinker said. "She's coming in my mouth."
He lapped furiously at her cunt. Charlie squeezed the base of his cock and gave it a couple of quick strokes. Almost instantly the end of his cock opened up and his thick sperm poured down Roxanne's waiting throat. She swallowed again and again, trying to get every last drop of his load. He ran his hand over the length of his shaft, squeezing out every bit of his come before pulling it out of her mouth. He jumped to his feet and took her hand.
"Come on," he said. "Let's take a swim."
"Charlie, if I'd known you had all that equipment when we were in high school, I wouldn't have waited so long."
"I tried to get you to look at it more than once, but you were Miss Touch-Me-Not."
The three of them ran to the edge of the pool and dove in. Tinker's cock was still rock hard. He hadn't found satisfaction yet and he was aching with pent-up desire. They swam to the shallow end of the pool and he moved in behind Roxanne and rubbed his swollen cock against her buttocks.
"We've been impolite," she said to Charlie. "Tinker hasn't come off yet."
"What do you expect me to do?" laughed Charlie. "Suck him?"
"Why not? You're good friends," replied Roxanne heatedly, remembering vividly Dennis and Dom together. What a turn-on, she thought, knowing these two were straight.
"I've never sucked a cock in my life."
"Then you should try," said Roxanne. "Come on. I want to watch you suck Tinker's cock. I'll finish him off for you. Just put your mouth on it a couple of times."
They got out of the water dripping wet and lay down on the absorbent carpet. Tinker lay on his back, his thick cock aimed skyward. Charlie bent over him, opened his mouth and let his friend's cock slide inside. Roxanne's eyes bulged with excitement as she watched one mechanic go down on the other. Charlie went down on Tinker's cock as far as he could, then pulled off.
"That's enough," he said.
"Turnabout's fair play," said Roxanne. "Tinker, you suck Charlie's cock."
"Aw, come on, Roxie. What do you think we are? Gay?"
"Come on," she purred. "He sucked you. Now you suck him!"
Tinker took Charlie's semi-hard cock in his hands and pulled it toward his mouth. He kissed the head of it and blushed. Then he opened his mouth and Charlie bucked his hips forward and shoved it down Tinker's throat. Tinker gagged and pulled his face away.
"Jesus Christ," said Tinker, "what are you trying to do? Kill me?"
"That's just so you won't get any ideas about telling anybody I went down on you," said Charlie. "Now we're even."
"Not quite," said Roxanne. "Tinker's still got a hot load that's ready to go. Right, Tinker?"
"Right," he replied, running his hands over the fat flesh of his cock.
Roxanne got on her hands and knees and lowered her face to his cockhead and took it inside her mouth. Then she gently lowered her self until it was all the way down her throat.
"She's a helluva lot better than you," muttered Tinker as he stiffened his legs and pushed his pelvis upward, jamming the balls against the underside of her chin.
Charlie crawled close and watched with fascination as Roxanne went up and down on his friend's cock.
"Oh, that's it, Roxie," he grunted. "Suck him off good. I want to watch his load go flying into your mouth."
All of a sudden Roxanne stopped. "Time to change positions, fellas. I want in on this."
Roxanne positioned herself between the two men. Charlie and Tinker bent over and each sucked a nipple into their mouths and began chewing on the hardened flesh. Roxanne slid her hands between their legs and began massaging their cocks. Roxanne pulled Charlie toward her by his prick. He got on his knees and knelt beside her face. She parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth. Tinker left her breasts and went up to kneel on the other side of her face. Roxanne opened her mouth wider and he slid his cockhead in between her lips. She sucked on both men's pricks while they fingered her cunt and played with her clitoris. Tinker was agonizingly hot. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved back down her body. He pressed his bulbous head against her pussy lips. They parted and sucked him inside.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," said Charlie, pulling away from her.
She rolled over on her side and Tinker's cock pushed all the way into her cunt. Charlie lay behind her. He spit on the head of his cock and rubbed it against her anus. Roxanne stopped moving for a moment and waited until the young man had worked his cock into her asshole. They both wrapped their arms around Roxanne's body and began pumping in unison in her cunt and her ass.
"Hey," groaned Charlie, "if we keep this up, we're going to meet inside her."
Tinker bucked his hips against Roxanne's pelvis, jamming his cock in all the way up to his balls. Charlie did the same from the rear and Roxanne felt completely filled up by the two men's throbbing organs. They fucked her in that position for nearly half an hour before they decided to let themselves go.
"Let's come together," said Tinker. "Keep me posted."
"I'm awfully close," said Charlie. "Right on the brink."
"Hold off a minute and let me work myself up."
Tinker twisted and turned his body, plummeting his thick prick in and out of Roxanne's cunt.
"Okay," he cried at last. "Let's go."
The two men shoved forward and their cocks exploded almost simultaneously in Roxanne's orifices.
"Do it!" she screamed. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Their thick loads exploded from their cockheads pouring into her cunt and her ass. Roxanne squirmed and pushed her hips forward and back, loosening and tightening the muscles of her cunt and ass, savoring the hot feeling of their respective loads. Then they lay very still.
It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when the two tired mechanics staggered out of Roxanne's house.
* * *
Greg returned the Sunday night after Thanksgiving. Roxanne waited for some sign that he had watched her on tape. He said nothing and started disappearing "on business" nearly every Friday. Among the other women she knew he had been seeing, one visit included a trip to Wellesley to see Susan.
Roxanne became more wanton each week. Mark Dandridge, Jeff Connally and others were among her weekend visitors. Just before Christmas she knew that Susan Payne was at home. She had been watching Zoe Oliver closely and had figured out her relationship with Susan. She was intrigued. She invited Zoe to come over for supper one evening when Greg was away.
Over coffee, Roxanne asked abruptly, "What went wrong with your affair with Susan?"
At first Zoe was shocked, but then she saw the glimmer in Roxanne's eyes and knew that this statuesque beauty was all primed for her. She stayed the night with Roxanne and returned the next night for an encore. This time she brought one of her toys.
The two women were upstairs in the master bedroom when Greg entered the house very quietly and went immediately to the surveillance unit. He turned on the switches, flicking them one by one till he located Roxanne in the master bedroom.
Zoe slid a long dildo with a large, bullet shaped head between their bodies and positioned it so that the heads were against their cuntal openings. Using her hand, she opened Roxanne's cunt lips and worked the head of the rubber prick inside. Roxanne's warm folds enveloped the artificial cock and she sighed with gleeful anticipation. Then Zoe worked the opposite head of it into her own more expansive cunt.
They wrapped their arms around each other and their lips fused in a deep, tongue-stabbing kiss as they wiggled their hips, working more and more of the dildo into their cunts. Inch by inch it disappeared into their two hot holes until their pubic hairs and stretched cunt lips were touching. They were joined together by the giant rubber prick.
They began moving their hips back and forth, bumping their stomachs and breasts against one another as they rode the artificial prick in unison. They dug their nails into the bare flesh of each other's back and groaned at the sensual sensation. Their pussy lips were stretched taut around the thick rubber invader. Zoe began to reach orgasm first and Roxanne hurried to catch up with her. They clamped their open mouths against each other and screamed in unison as they climaxed simultaneously. Zoe was gently removing the dildo from Roxanne's ravaged hole when Greg walked into the room.
He stood in the doorway and smiled. "Sorry, girls. I didn't know you were busy."
A rubber band tightened on Roxanne's heart. She was caught off guard. She decided to say nothing until she saw how the wind blew.
"I've wondered about you, Zoe. Susan told me some things about you that filled me with doubts, but I didn't expect to have my questions answered this way," he said. "Get out of my bed, out of my house and stay out!"
Zoe scrambled from the bed and grabbed her clothing in haste. She wouldn't look at Roxanne as she fled from the room.
Chapter Ten
The scent of Greg's cigarette hung in the air in the huge bedroom. A devilish smile curled about his lips.
"Greg ... ," Roxanne said.
"I came home early because you've been complaining about my trips. Postponed an important conference to get back to you. Amusing, isn't it?"
Once more she spoke his name, her voice more desperate. "Greg, please ... "
"You can't explain, so don't try. I think I always knew you'd stray. But I had to have you anyway. I've known about some of the men, but this affair with that bitch-dyke Zoe is the capper."
"Let me speak, Greg," Roxanne tried again.
"What good would it do? Would you try to deny it? I've got this entire house rigged with videotape equipment that is a living record of everyone of your extra-curricular affairs. Do you want me to play-back this recent scene for you to show you just what I have to live with-knowing that my wife is nothing more than a high-class whore?" Greg studied Roxanne's face for some sign of emotion- surprise, anger, fright-but her face remained calm and serene.
"What are you going to do, Greg?" Roxanne asked quietly.
"I won't kick you out. People would wonder why I did. They'd gossip. They'd suspect that you made a fool of me. I won't allow that." He walked nearer and struck her with his open hand.
"You shouldn't have done that, Greg," Roxanne said, running her hand over her cheek.
"Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do, you little tramp! From now on your behavior will be impeccable. I'll watch you and I'll have others watch, those I can trust. You'll never go near another man. Or a woman. Do you understand?"
Roxanne tasted salt in the corner of her mouth, but she was not ready to speak-yet.
"Ours will be the perfect marriage," Greg thundered on. He took her silence as a sign of obedience. "People will continue to remark on the loveliness of Mrs. Greg Barrett, her fidelity and her good works, and they'll never have the slightest reason to think she is anything other than what she seems. Understood?"
Roxanne tasted blood. Greg's ring had cut her lip.
Greg's face was flushed red and his eyes were brimming with hate. "I hope you enjoyed tonight's romp. I'll never sleep with you again. And neither will anyone else."
Roxanne could hardly believe the pompous attitude that Greg had assumed. He sounded as if he were sentencing her to life imprisonment. She closed her eyes and still she couldn't wipe out the ridiculous thought of spending an endless parade of empty years in her mink-lined cell. The best Del Monte Drive had to offer. And wasn't that what she'd always wanted?
She started to laugh, quietly at first, but her laughter grew loud and shrill as her jailer stood watching her waiting for tears to come that never materialized.
Roxanne regained control of her laughter and curled her lips in their most seductive smile. "Are you quite finished, Greg?"
Her behavior was completely unexpected. He was speechless and nodded, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Good," she said, with a snarl in her voice. She advanced toward him unexpectedly, pulled back her right arm and struck him as hard as she could across the left side of his face. Greg staggered back against the door. "You bastard!" she shrieked, and hit him with her left arm. "You two-faced, hypocritical bastard!" Roxanne stood in front of him completely nude, her statuesque beauty never more stunning. Her tits heaved as she controlled the tone of her voice. "Now you listen to me for a change. You think you married some stupid little cunt from Spring Branch that you could razzle-dazzle into doing anything and believing anything you wanted her to. Well, guess again, Greg baby. You've got a big ego and big plans-and so do I! You wanted that land of mine. Old man Payne tossed you out of Susan's life making a bargain to get it for you. Only the price turned out to be far more than you expected. But you, Mr. Wonderful, thought you could go on with all your little schemes and I would sit idly by and let you get away with all of it. Only you found out you really did want my cunt. The sex between us clicked-at least for a while. I was young, beautiful and terrific in bed. What more could you ask for?"
Greg, stunned by her verbal attack, slumped to the floor and sat there looking up at her.
"Want more?" Roxanne repeated. "You made me feel like a product. Something you bought off the shelf. You really are a dumb, mother-fucking, bastard, Greg, if you thought I don't have a mind, that I don't have feelings. I have thoughts, I have desires, I have a whole lot of things in my head that have nothing to do with fucking, believe it or not. I've known ever since this house was built about those goddamned videotape machines all over the house. Sick! You were sick to do that. Did you get off on watching them, Greg? Did you? I tried to give you my best camera angles every time! And, Mr. Holier Than Thou, don't you think I've had you followed everytime you suddenly had to go away on business. Do you want to read the reports of what you did with your time?"
The look of hate in Greg's eyes had turned to shame and tears began to slip down his cheeks.
"Tears?" Roxanne gasped. "For God's sake, Greg, you really are the consummate actor. They can't be tears of shame because you never really cared about anyone in your life except yourself. Maybe they're tears of guilt?" Roxanne squatted down and lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. "Greg, I knew what I was getting into. Sure I got bored, but I never tried to hide anything. We're very much alike and our marriage was a storybook bargain. I got to be Mrs. Greg Barrett with all the rich trimmings. You got a beautiful wife, your priceless land to add to the riches of your empire, and a hot piece of pussy for dessert. Life is both simple and complicated, but I knew what I was doing and what I could expect to get. I'm surprised that a smart businessman like you didn't examine your profit and loss potential more carefully."
Greg looked at her beautiful face and his eyes panned down over her swollen breasts and on down to the flame covered treasure cove between her legs. He stood up slowly and then reached down and took Roxanne's hands in his and helped her up.
"It's been a long time, Roxanne."
"A long time, Greg?"
"A long time since I've been so attracted to any female. You're one helluva beautiful, honest broad, Roxie."
Out of habit, she said, "Don't call me that ... Oh, Mr. Barrett, you can call me anything you want."
Greg slid his hands behind her back and touched her waist. Her full breasts pressed against him and he could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. He ran his hands up and down her back and then let them rest just under her buttocks. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her, gently at first, and then more passionately, pushing her lips apart and thrusting his tongue inside.
Roxanne responded to his kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and held him tightly. His hands squeezed and fondled her buttocks. Despite their battle, Roxanne found herself swept up in his sensual charisma. They were both breathing with excitement. He let her go and quickly doffed his clothing. He took her hand and led her to the large, oversized bed and pulled her to him, their naked bodies brushing against each other.
Roxanne felt his semi-hard, heavy cock pressing against her thighs. He's still one of the best, she thought to herself. They lay down on the bed. Roxanne was tense and nervous, but Greg calmed her as his hands stroked the flesh of her body and his lips caressed her full breasts. He covered them with small kisses and light nibbles, running his mouth down over her abdomen and stomach. His mouth came to rest on her soft pubic hair and he nuzzled it gently. Greg had sensed her nervousness and knew that he had to relax Roxanne so that they could recapture their original magic. He ran his lips over the outer lips of her vagina and darted out his tongue and dove it deep inside. Roxanne squirmed on the bed as Greg lapped her cunt like an expert.
"Roxanne, honey, you've got the most beautiful pussy in the world," he murmured. "Beautiful, beautiful pussy." He licked the sweetness of her young cunt, delighting in the feel of the elastic lips surrounded by her sweet smelling pubic hair. He slid his hands under her buttocks and pulled her up higher to him, jamming his tongue into her deeply. Roxanne squealed with delight as he rammed his extra long tongue into the very depths of her vagina. He kissed and nibbled at her stomach as he moved back up over her body. Roxanne took his heavy cock in her hands and fondled it.
"I've missed this," she whispered.
"Me, too, so welcome back, stranger. I promise to be very gentle-at least at first."
She had both of her hands around the base of his cock. She sat up on the bed and moved her knees under her and pressed her lips against the head of his cock. Her tongue slid up and licked it in quick circular movements and slowly dragged up and down the full length of his shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva. Greg writhed and lurched upwards from the ecstatic feel of her tongue on his cock. Every muscle of his body jerked as she opened her mouth wide and let the giant head slide between her lips. She pressed his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she forced her head downward, trying to get as much into her mouth as possible. She squeezed his heavy balls with a pressure that was almost, but not quite painful. She moved downward until the head of Greg's cock touched the back of her throat.
Slowly she began pulling her head back up. And the strong sucking pressure of her mouth made his entire body tingle. Greg ran his fingers through her lush red hair as she let the head of his cock slide out of her mouth. She lapped it again with her tongue and moved her head back down on it gripping the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his heavy balls with her other. She moved her head up and down with quicker movements. He moved his hand down to her breasts and toyed with them. He pushed her hair back so he could watch his cock sliding into her mouth. The light was just bright enough for him to make out her features. The sight of his throbbing prick sinking into her face made all of his excitement much more intense.
"Turn around," he said hotly. "I want to suck your cunt."
She lifted her body so that her crotch was suspended above his face. He ran his hand through her legs and pulled her down by the buttocks, slamming her pussy against his lips. He jammed his spiraling tongue into her cunt and began lapping like a madman. Roxanne's head moved up and down with a rapid bouncing movement and Greg matched her rhythms with the expert tongue lashing he was giving her. He took his mouth away from her pussy and said hoarsely. "Hold off on me a second. I want to get you to where I am."
Roxanne sat back on her haunches, her pussy pressed against his mouth. She rolled her hips in circular motions as his tongue darted in and out, roughly rubbing against her clitoris while he squeezed and fondled her buttocks.
"Oh," she cried out. "Oh, is that good."
Roxanne felt control of her climax slipping away from her, but she didn't care. As she felt it approaching she bent over, her mouth opened wide and her damp lips tugged at his cock. Again she wrapped her fingers around the base of his flesh and gathered the balls in her other hand, and began frantically moving her head up and down on Greg's prick. The feel of her hot breath around his cock flesh caused him to groan into her cunt and to buck his pelvis upward. He bit on the tip of her clitoris with his teeth until it swelled up to the point of bursting. Then he jammed his tongue deep inside of her again and lapped her to a climax. Her pelvis moved spasmodically, jerking and twitching, and Greg let himself go. His thick sperm gushed upward and flew down her throat. Roxanne swallowed him noisily and when she finished, she fell backward on the bed. Greg climbed on top of her and they pressed their wet mouths together. He was still rock hard and he pushed the head of his cock against her still damp cunt.
"If I get in there right away," he breathed, "I won't lose my erection."
"Go ahead, Greg, honey, put it in me."
She spread her legs as far apart as she possibly could and he eased his thick cock into her wet, warm inner recesses.
"Oh, God," Roxanne cried out. "I've missed this, but, Greg, can we do it the way we first did it on our honeymoon. That way I get the full impact-and you know how I love that."
"Sure," he said. "Get on your hands and knees and I'll fuck you dog-style."
She did so immediately. He got behind her and held onto her hips with his hands and shoved his cock into her gaping pussy. It went in easier. When he had gotten about half of his cock in, he began to move his hips slowly back and forth, sliding it in and out a little farther with each thrust. Roxanne arched her back and eventually Greg's cock was buried into her pussy nearly all the way. He held onto her waist and began fucking her with the driving thrust of his stupendous cock.
Roxanne felt as if she were being impaled by a fireplug. Her entire body and mind were inflamed by his delicious lovemaking. Greg's hand traveled over her body and massaged the tips of her hard, distended nipples.
"Oh, God, Greg," she groaned. "Do it all the way!"
She pushed her buttocks against his thighs, giving him full access to the throbbing core of her slit. She was his in complete, total surrender. He slipped his fingers around the base of his cock and felt the stretched lips of her pussy as he plummeted inside her. He grunted and twitched his hips, slamming his pelvis against the round globes of her ass. Greg didn't rush. He didn't hurry his final thrust.
"I'm coming," she cried. "I'm coming."
"Yessss, come, Roxanne, and I'm going to make you come again."
"Now," she screamed. "Now!"
He kept plunging in and out of her burning cunt, wanting to extend her climax as long as he could, delaying the final plunge which would fuse them together completely.
"Oh, oh," she screamed, "It's happening again."
He began thrusting his thick prick into her with ail the power he had.
Roxanne groaned and gasped as she climaxed again. Her cunt juice ran out of her ravaged hole and covered the insides of her thighs. The wet balls of her cunt grasped him firmly, driving Greg wild. He lowered himself so that his buttocks rested on the back of his heels and pulled her above him so that his cock was buried inside her all the way up to his balls. She began writhing on his pole, flailing her arms about in mid-air. He held onto her by her breasts and pushed his pelvis upward with fantastic strength.
"Here I go," he said, almost calmly, and suddenly the entire interior of Roxanne's passages was filled with searing, burning fluid. He kept bucking his hips up and down until every last drop was spent. Then he lifted her gently off his still-swollen prick. He rolled across the bed to get a cigarette from the nightstand.
Roxanne eased herself down beside him and snuggled her head against his chest. "I hope you got it."
"What?"
"I hope you got the whole thing on that damned tape machine of yours-I'd like to watch it all over again right now!"
"What about a real instant replay," he said, moving her hand down to his still swollen cock.
"You got yourself a deal, Mr. Greg Barrett--honey!"
