California is the single most highly populated of the United States, and there are few indications that its rate of population growth is likely to decrease. While some people have fled the state during the past year because of fear of earthquakes and loss of employment in the aerospace industry, enough others keep entering to more than make up for the emigration. California continues to grow, and large areas of it become more and more urbanized every day.
There are, of course, huge acreages that the builders have not yet touched. More than forty percent of the land, for instance, is still forested, and there are rugged mountains and forbidding deserts which will undoubtedly remain almost completely uninhabitable for many years to come. A would-be hermit could, indeed, find many ideal places to live in isolation in the Golden State; but when all things are considered rapid population growth must be rated among California's major problems.
It is one among many. Others include smog, floods, forest fires, the pollution of water by undersea oil leakage in the Santa Barbara Channel, and the threat of a calamitous earthquake along the San Andreas Fault. A recent University of California study reached the conclusion that Californians must expect a major earthquake to occur every sixty to one hundred years. We have already had one big one, followed by almost countless minor aftershocks, in 1971. No one we know of, however, interprets this to mean that we won't have another until 2031.
Water supply is another major problem. California's long, dry summers and many desert areas have spurred widespread construction of dams, reservoirs and aqueducts, but the continuing population growth has kept the ratio of water use almost always at a near-crisis level. Many residents do not realize all the implications of this: a young lady who recently moved from Los Angeles to Colorado wrote to friends back home in very bitter terms. "I've rarely seen as beautiful a land as Colorado," she said, "but I'm getting downright militant about the water situation. It costs fifty dollars just for a permit to sink a well on your own property up here, and the reason is that California has almost unlimited supply of water which it rips off from Colorado. Irrigation water is scarce and costly, and most of the locals hate the Angelenos for the situation being as it is. Water is precious here, though it is abundant, since we don't get too much use of it. California steals it and wastes it. There is no push to conserve the supply there, and most of the people down there think the supplies are unlimited. They have no idea what it is doing to Colorado, and I suspect that few of them would care. You get a very different perspective on such things when you are outside the careless perimeters of Los Angeles County."
Another young lady who acquires a new perspective on California problems when her own situation changes radically is Anabel Crichton, the heroine of Bella Dietrich's new novel, Enslavement for a Divorcee. The tall, voluptuous, red-haired divorcee is the municipal assistant for Del Monte, a seaside resort and retirement community. She takes the job for the convenience of being near her mother, who will care for her two young children, but throws herself completely into both the job and the community to try to forget Hal Crichton, her promoter ex-husband.
Determined to make a meaningful life for herself and her children, Anabel plunges into the intrigue and exploitative machinations of local politics. But Hal follows her even to this quite, beautiful community and continues to plague her. Hal works for a shady development company which wants to buy the lovely Bello property adjoining Del Monte and cash in on it by turning it into a huge subdivision. The more conservation-minded citizens are unalterably opposed to this move, and it is obvious that a serious battle is in the offing. Hal Crichton has two missions: to persuade Anabel to return to him and to persuade the civic leaders of the practicality of the new subdivision. Anabel, as a result, has two problems, which are interrelated and inseparable from each other.
The cast of characters in Miss Dietrich's newest work is large and exceptionally well-drawn. Arthur Bello owns the disputed property and feels he must sell it to keep from being ruined by the exorbitant taxes on agricultural land. Doris Kandlebinder, chairman of the planning commission, is a widow with too much time on her hands and so sexually starved that she makes an easy mark for Hal's designs. And there are many others, all bound up in an intricately complex plot that will keep the reader in constant suspense. As publishers of Dansk Blue Books, we feel that this is one of the most sophisticated and intriguing stories we have ever published. It will entertain you; it will occasionally shock you-and it will give you a totally new picture of that vast, sprawling, and infinitely variegated state that is California.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Evening fog drifted in from the Pacific in long, smoky fingers that curled around the tall bushy topped pines in moist wrappings. The tall spired, steep roofed old church that had served as City Hall of Del Monte for forty years was wreathed at the top with the fog veil.
Chill permeated the old building as Anabel Crichton bent to light the neatly laid fire in the big, rock fireplace. She shivered a little as she rose, rubbing her sweatered arms briskly with long fingers. Southern California had never been like this. Still not used to the dampness and the pervading coolness of Northern California, she wore sweaters and coats most of the time. Well, she'd known it would take a while.
It would take a while to get used to everything. To being alone except for her mother and the children... to being a divorcee... to working again after nine years... to herself as she wanted to be... to making a whole new life. She stared into the fire as it began to really catch and blaze, holding her hands out to the orange warmth. They were ringless now except for the little pearl ring her father had given her at her high school graduation. Another world... a world she could hardly remember. There was still another world waiting. There had to be. One she couldn't even imagine now. And it had to be the right one for her and the children. She could only be grateful that she'd left the horrible nightmare world of Hal and never had to go back to it. There was a document that said so. Divorced... only they called it dissolution of marriage now. Dissolved... as though it never existed.
Turning away from the fire she caught a glimpse of the clock on the opposite wall of the office and guiltily walked across the large room to the tiny kitchen that had been built into an old closet. Anabel laid styrofoam cups and stainless spoons on a wooden tray. Cream, sugar and paper napkins followed. Her movements were quick, concentrated as she plugged in the electric coffee pot and another big pot for hot water. Hurriedly, she filled two large glass pitchers with water and assembled glasses. As fast as she could with the heavy tray of filled pitchers and glasses, Anabel rushed out of the kitchen and through the empty office to the council chambers across the wide hall.
It smelled cold and empty and musty and dark as she set the tray on a small table by the door and began flipping light switches. The overhead fluorescent lights lurched reluctantly to shed a harsh light over rows of chairs, faded pictures, flags on standards, the big oval council table with the deep leather swivel chairs around it. The whole place smelled of stale cigarette smoke and the countless bodies it had housed for generations of meetings.
For the three months Anabel had been administrative assistant, there had been many meetings but she'd not yet faced one that would bring out so many people as this one. The proposed sale of the Bello property had set off a controversy that the whole town of Del Monte wanted to sound off about. Anabel was nervous. She had to handle this job well. Even though she knew that she wouldn't have to make any decisions or do much except to ready the place and hand her boss the necessary papers at the right time, she felt her diaphragm tighten.
What bothered her was the knowledge that Anabel Crichton would be on display, open to more of the townspeople's personal scrutiny than she had been up to now. Even though her job was not a crucial one in city government, it was rather public. Her position put her before the public so she had to project a good image for Del Monte. She wondered if she would appear too forward or too shy or too feminine or too bold or what?
Deliberately she jerked her thoughts away from her own problems to inspect her handiwork. Freshly sharpened pencils, pads of paper in front of each councilman's place, the microphones placed precisely on the polished table in front of their chairs, the filled glass pitchers in easy reach of the empty glasses. Separate pitcher and glasses for the press table below the council table. The press were even thirstier than the councilmen; newsmen feel unnatural without a glass in hand, anyway.
She stood back, one hand on hipbone and the other with a characteristic finger to lip. Anabel Crichton was out of place in the dull room. Tall, with slender, model's figure except for one important difference... Anabel had full, ripe, distinctly female breasts... the kind dress designers howl "hopeless" over and real men melt at the sight of. Her long, elegant bones were put together flawlessly and the machinery worked perfectly at every joint so that her movements were liquid and effortless. The face above this beautifully formed body was as perfect as a model's too. Unobtrusive nose, huge green eyes fringed with long lashes and a provocative, faintly pouting mouth. Sensuous body and face, however, had not been enough for nature to shower on Anabel Crichton: her hair was truly a crowning glory. Shoulder length, the mane of intense red hair fell in faint waves and burned with a life of its own. She threw it back over her shoulder now, satisfied that the council chamber was in order. She walked quickly into the hall into the ladies room.
Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Anabel could see that the dark circles had finally disappeared from under her eyes. The haunted look was going gradually, too. A new life. That was what this job meant. She was going to make it now. She had to, for the children's sake as well as her own.
These past three months had been so hard on the children. How did you explain to a five and a seven year old that their father was never coming back, that they'd have only brief visits with him on rare occasions... that eventually, knowing him, these would stop too? It had been so terribly hard not to let her own disgust and fury come through. Not maligning Hal to the kids had been one of the hardest things she'd ever done... but she had refrained and she had to continue to.
Anabel felt a catch in her throat just remembering their tear stained faces when she'd finally pulled the station wagon out of the driveway, for the last time and headed north to Del Monte. God, why did it always have to be the children who were hurt so badly? Though there'd been times when she didn't think she could take much more, she would have gladly taken more, if she could have wiped those tears and those sad looks off the children's faces.
There was a sound outside. Quickly Anabel smoothed her hair, rinsed her hands and went dashing to the door. Oh damn! She'd forgotten to unlock the big front door to City Hall. There were faces peering in. She rushed forward, smiling at the faces through the huge glass door.
Most of the people waiting were familiar to Anabel, at least by sight. Doris Kandlebinder was unmistakable. Her voice cut through everything as though she had to make herself heard since she was so small and mouselike in appearance... as though otherwise she might not be noticed. Pale brown hair and eyes to match and a smallish mouth that would be pinched as she got older. It was already a little tight. A small but formidable woman who had been on the planning commission for many years. When her husband died, Doris had simply taken his place and mayor after mayor kept reappointing her. It was hard to find a better work horse.
"Well, I see we're getting a little precision in City Hall at last," she shrilled, looking at her watch.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I forgot to unlock the door," Anabel blushed.
"Save your sarcasm for the meeting, Doris," Harriet Fellows chided good naturedly. "We're going to need it." Dimples and blue eyes and dark curling hair and a patrician nose and good white skin should have made Harriet Fellows a wife long ago, but at forty, she was still a spinster. Almost an institution in Del Monte, Harriet had always laughed about her situation. "I am a living cliche... the dutiful daughter who never marries because she has to look after her ailing mother." But Harriet knew deep down that it wasn't that simple. It never had been. And mother had been dead for two years now.
Anabel stood to one side and watched them file in by twos and threes and singles. Her beige sweater and plaid skirt were not much protection from the night dampness that came in with them and she stood with her arms folded at her waist. Her "Good Evening," was greeted cordially by the solid citizens.
The tall, sun bronzed man with the piercing blue eyes Anabel recognized only from his picture in the paper. Arthur Bello looked much more fit and vital in the flesh. His whole being exuded health and virility. A big man with powerful shoulders and lean hips, hard capable hands that looked as though they could wring the best from the soil, which they had done for about thirty years... the same soil his father and grandfather had worked before him. The first Arthur Bello in this area had recognized the value of marketing artichokes to the fancy restaurants back east and his property had become the model for many others in Castroville. Artichokes had proved a profitable crop in the rich, alluvial soil; producing more yield every year as new methods and new machines were added by his son and then his grandson. Generations of Del Monte citizens had eaten Bello artichokes and the eastern states had been supplied too.
It was hard for Arthur to even consider selling this, to him, almost sacred soil, consecrated with his own and his forebearers sweat and toil. But the decision finally had been made for him. The taxes had risen alarmingly each year as the limits of Del Monte reached out closer and closer to him until he was almost surrounded by houses along the perimeters of his land. Ruth Bello had died the previous year, leaving him a widower, and the children all married and starting families. He'd known then it was time to get out and move on. Otherwise, he'd be forced to sell piece-meal and would wind up an old man not even able to pay the rising taxes on a piece of subsistence land. No, it was time to move on... find an unspoiled area as his grandfather had. If it wasn't suitable for artichokes he'd find another crop... pioneer the way Grandpa had. It was a good plan for a widower. He expected it to keep him alive and kicking. Nothing else would.
Anabel could feel Nat Simmons' eyes on her even before she saw him. Her skin prickled slightly from the almost tangible contact. He was a slender, middle sized man with the faintly decadent look of a Spanish prince. Deeply tanned with rather hooded eyes the color of old leather, an aquiline nose and a full sensuous mouth. A leading realtor in Del Monte for a number of years, he also had the reputation for being a man about town. Mostly he preyed on rich and lonely widows who were strangers in town and usually clients. Everyone in Del Monte knew Nat was married, yet no one knew exactly what was wrong with his wife, Karen, except that she'd been strange for a long time after she lost all the fortune Nat had married her for. For years now she'd been a virtual recluse with a hired woman to take care of her. Nat never even spoke of her anymore. It was as though she were unofficially dead.
"Well, good evening, Miss Anabel! And how is the prettiest divorcee that ever graced Del Monte?" Nat kissed Anabel's hand with a flourish, then held it too long, looking straight into her eyes boldly.
Anabel blushed hotly and tried unobtrusively to pull her hand away. "Just fine, Mr. Simmons. Just fine."
"It's Nat to you, baby," he whispered, squeezing her hand but freeing it.
"The hall is filling up fast," said Anabel. "Perhaps you'd better find a seat." Nat grinned and nodded at her, then turned into the chambers. It was Nat Simmons more than anything that made Anabel hope against hope that the Bello property wouldn't be sold for a subdivision. Simmons would be handling the sale.
To Anabel, Nat was unctuous and reminiscent of Hal-though they looked nothing alike. Simmons was too much like the men who'd descended on her like vultures the minute she had gotten the divorce. It was as though a red flag went up and all the males in sight, married or unmarried, zeroed in on her and she was fair game. They all wanted to do her the favor of taking care of her "needs." Well, that wasn't quite true. There was Kit, but so far Anabel had even held him off.
Kit wasn't as bad as the others. Perhaps the Navy training had something to do with it or maybe it was simply that he was divorced too... and, of course, had a divorced wife back east. In fact, most of the men in the Sea and Mountain Singles Club, where she'd met Kit were not as insistent as the usual run of the mill male who fancied himself a lothario with every female in sight. Of course, none of them were terribly good marriage material either... but then re-marriage was a long way off for her, she suspected.
Seated behind Noble Morton, the city manager, Anabel could see the whole audience jammed into every chair. There were even people standing all the way around the room despite the office staff having brought in all their spare office chairs. The place was packed. Her boss was steering the council through the agenda in record time, knowing that the people had all come to discuss the proposed sale of the Bello property and all wanted to have their say. The meeting could take all night if the other items weren't disposed of fast. The audience was restless; rashes of coughing broke out every so often.
"And now, Mr. Mayor, I believe we have a hearing on the Bello property and its proposed sale," Anabel heard Noble pronounce at last. Automatically she handed Noble the papers and the letters and the protests pertaining to Bello's business as well as the county supervisors' recommendations and the study by the Division of Parks and Beaches.
A hush fell over the audience. A tall, handsome man stood in the door and paused, looking the audience and the council over coolly. Dressed in the latest fashion, he was a sharp contrast to the other men in their casual old tweed sports jackets and slacks, with their women mostly in sweaters, skirts or trenchcoats. He was as foreign looking as a monk in robes would have been in those surroundings. Dark, smoothly groomed hair swept carefully into place, bright blue eyes and regular features, he could have been a movie actor or a politician or in any of the other professions where the job hinges on personal appearance and magnetism. He moved slowly to one side of the packed room and stood looking expectantly at the council now that he had made a proper entrance.
Anabel's heart was in her throat as she breathed the shallow breaths of fear and anxiety. Hal! What is he doing here? she wondered, her brain racing, trying to figure the whys and wheres and hows of his sudden appearance. Inadvertently some papers dropped from her hands and she bent swiftly to retrieve them. Oh God! Has he seen me? Then she realized he could only be here because of her. There was no other logical explanation. He must have come to harass me. Am I never to be free of him?
When she finally had to straighten up, Anabel moved her chair slightly to try to hide behind Noble's chair a little more, though she knew it was no use. Hal was probably out of money, as usual, and had come to wring whatever he could from her with threats and promises. It would be a pretext to see the children no doubt... but just when she thought she was free of him! She felt slightly sick... heartsick at the prospect of having to face him and cope with his charm and pseudo concern that she knew only too well masked the most blatant selfishness and brutal manipulations.
She avoided his eye, looking anywhere but at Hal, and barely heard the discussions begin and the arguments start. To Anabel's amazement, as she sat there numb and with downcast eyes, she heard Hal take the microphone in front of the big council table. She still couldn't bear to look up. Oh God, is he going to embarrass me in public? Her hands clenched fiercely in her lap.
"Councilmen, Mr. Mayor, City Manager Morton and ladies and gentlemen," Hal announced. "I am here to represent The Land Improvement and Development Company of Los Angeles. It is our offer to buy the Bello property that has strangely aroused this controversy. Frankly we are rather amazed since we have developed some of the most beautiful and, tax wise, the most attractive areas in the country. Our position is one of complete cooperation and concern for the community where we plan developments. Certainly this would not change suddenly to any dark plots to deceive or destroy Del Monte. That would hardly serve any purpose... yours or ours." The filled room was hushed. Hal Circhton's voice was trained to exude confidence and concern. Anabel could almost feel the people relax slightly, including the councilmen who had been leaning forward intently. So that was it. Hal had another of his get rich schemes and had latched onto what he thought was the easy way to do it. No doubt he'd talked himself into this job the way he talked himself into anything that promised a quick buck and no work except for his well oiled tongue.
Now Anabel knew for sure that the Bello property must be kept at all costs. If Hal had anything to do with the sale, then it had to be detrimental to Del Monte. It was an emotional attitude, she knew, but the only one she could take after nine years of boom and bust living with Hal Crichton. He cared for nothing and no one... only getting rich quick at no effort to himself. It wasn't just herself that was threatened, but the whole town where she'd chosen to live and work. She was shaking at the thought! Well, this time I won't run away... he's not going to ruin this as he'd ruined everything else! No!
Arthur Bello explained his dilemma during Hal's presentation. The arguments began and the rebuttals poured in. Anabel tried to pay attention to all the points made but her head was aching and her heart pounding and soon the faces were swimming before her eyes. It was getting terribly late and she was getting increasingly tired as the voices became shriller and tempers began to fray. And she knew this was only the beginning.
Del Monte prided itself on being different from all other cities. They did things differently and they preferred it that way. Any other town would have been overjoyed at the prospect of more houses going in, more taxes, more population, more progress but Del Monte was wary of any solutions that worked elsewhere. Despite some recent annexations they were still physically very small and wanted to stay that way. Yet they knew they could not allow such a large development to rise at their borders and not annex them to the city itself. The conservationists wanted Bello to somehow bear the brunt of his crushing taxes and continue to grow artichokes or else magnanimously give the land to the city as a greenbelt. Even as they demanded it they knew he couldn't. The Division of Beaches and Parks wanted it for a state park and recreation area to add to their dwindling empire. That little was being ruined simply from the hordes of tourists who used their too few facilities. Only Bello and Nat Simmons and Hal were wholeheartedly for the proposed use of the land... and for obvious personal gain. Anabel could see the meeting was getting nowhere. It was proposed that the city buy the land then for the same price the Land Improvement and Development Company had offered. Anabel knew this would so seriously deplete the city coffers that it was an impossible dream.
At one A.M. the meeting finally broke up. In the general turmoil of conversation and stretching, putting on coats, laughing, Anabel quickly cleared the council table and put things away. She'd slip out the back door before she had to confront Hal. The shock of knowing what he was doing, of being in the same room with him for the first time since the divorce... was too much. She simply couldn't take any more tonight.
As she was sliding into the darkness out the narrow back door, she felt someone catch her arm in a strong grip. She looked over her shoulder right into Hal's smiling face.
"Don't you even say hello anymore to old husbands?"
"Why did you follow me here?"
"I had a job, sweetheart. A guy has to live, you know. I was just lucky the job brought me here. I was going to come anyway. You're too important to me."
"Not important, Hal; perhaps useful in what looks like your latest scheme," Anabel said coldly and she withdrew into the dark outside the old building. Hal never let go of her arm and simply followed, attached by a persistent hold on her.
"Look, baby. Let's be civilized about this."
"Civilized!" She turned at her car door to face him. "It's a little late for that, Hal. It's over, it's done. Let's leave it that way."
"I know I've been a bastard, honey. But even a condemned man gets a few last words... a last request. Give me a chance." Anabel was in the station wagon but Hal still held the door open. He looked as contrite as a little boy... exactly like Brian, their five year old, with jam on his face.
"Let me buy you a drink... please. You're tired, I know. Just one, I promise." Before she could protest, Hal slid into the seat against her, pushing her gently out from under the steering wheel.
"No, Hal. It's late. I'm exhausted and we have nothing to say to each other."
"I need to make some arrangements about the kids. I want to see them. You just don't know how I miss you... all of you." His hand caught hers and brought it to his lips. A jagged sharp little thrill shot through Anabel as his lips touched her.
"Don't!" she said sharply... but he'd dropped her hand and started the car and was pulling out of the parking lot.
The Cypress Inn was warm and cozy, almost enveloping in its Victorian warmth. Velvet chairs, marble topped commodes, gas lights, deep carpeting in an old fashioned flowered pattern and a huge fire roaring in the marble fireplace. Hal's hand was like a brand burning through Anabel's old polo coat and sweater as he guided her in.
Instead of turning right into the secluded bar, he pushed her before him to the left and up the stairway.
"The bar's that way," she hissed. He paid no attention and physically pushed her up the narrow stairs.
The moment they were at the top and out of sight of the lobby occupants, Anabel tried to jerk free. "Stop it, damn you!" But Hal held her easily as she squirmed and writhed and twisted: he half pulled, half dragged her down the hushed hallway. You could almost hear the sleeping going on behind closed doors. Desperately Anabel tried kicking him... but again he paid no attention to her. He was opening a door with his free hand and hanging onto her with the other. "Leave me alone. No... I won't!" she cried.
He had the door open and before she could do more than kick frantically again, Hal threw her into the room. She would have fallen except for the huge brass bed which acted as a barrier. She caught herself on the great brass knobs. Anabel saw him lock and bolt the door. Oh God!
"Well have that drink now," he said calmly. Anabel just stayed there, hands outspread on the brass knobs where he'd thrown her, staring at him. He hadn't changed. He never would. She wondered if her fear showed as nakedly on her face as she felt it, raw and primitive, in her guts. In terror and frozen fascination she watched him advance toward her and slowly slide her coat from her shoulders.
"Don't touch me," she warned.
"Only to be nice to you," Hal whispered and bent his head to her mouth, his arms going around her expertly. He kissed her hungrily and for a split second his familiar mouth felt so warm and wonderful... and then she remembered what hell she had to endure to have that mouth intermittently for nine years. She pushed as hard as she could then and yelled. "Don't!" jerking her mouth away. "Don't touch me! Now or ever!"
"You want to play rough, baby," Hal jerked her back in his arms and twisted hers behind her, pinning her wrists together with his steel hand that bit into her narrow boned flesh. "We'll play rough. You always did like to be raped, didn't you?" Anabel felt his other hand catch in her hair, pressing her skull hard and shoving her face up to him, his mouth coming down hard on hers and his tongue plunging into her mouth fiercely.
She could feel the heat of him through his clothes as he clutched her body to his, mashing her breasts against him, his ever ready penis drove, like a great staunch spike into her soft belly under her plaid skirt. She was clamped to him from lips to knees, unable to move more than a fraction of an inch... and she felt the arrogant and ferocious need of him begin somewhere back in her head and under her breastbone. Oh god! No! She mustn't. She really could not bear it. So many months of abstinence... three months of being free of Hal... of learning to live without him... of trying to build a life. It must not come tumbling down at the first sight and touch of him. No!
Hal held her squirming and straining body, his tongue sunk in that sweetly familiar mouth that he already knew every tiny pink ridge of, every crevice, every warm wet surface and hollow. He felt the silky fire of her hair in his hand and the bony frame of her skull as he held her prisoner. Her slender wrists were crushed together in his other hand and his arm and hand pressed her hands with his into her round warm buttocks. Jesus! Hal wondered why hadn't she fought like this when they were married? God, damn! Fucking was damn good sport when they fought a little. He'd made that up about her liking to be raped. He'd never had to rape her when they were married. She liked it. She liked it so much he'd gotten bored after a while... and had gone looking for a little action from other broads. Hell, you only lived once. She liked it all right... but she'd only liked it one way... as though anything a little unusual were a mortal sin. Hell, it was only natural a man didn't want it the same old way all the time. Well, by God, this was one time it was going to be his way!
The sounds coming out of Anabel would have been screams had they not been stifled and muffled and choked in her own throat by Hal's plunging, demanding tongue that was fucking into her mouth so brutally. She could hardly breathe... and the bones in her skull were beginning to ache with the pressure of his hard hand. He's going to do it! He is really going to do it! She could feel his hot breath, that rushed harshly through his nostrils, growing in intensity and urgency.
Tears stung far down in the back of her throat... a mixture of terror and tension, fear and frustration, horror and hysteria. She wanted desperately to be at home in her narrow, chaste single bed, the children safely tucked in their tiny rooms and the clock ticking comfortingly near her ear on the table, measuring the dark and apportioning her life to the beat of her own heart. Oh, why have I been such a fool? If she'd only stayed in City Hall with the other people. He couldn't have abducted her if she'd been sensible and stayed in the bright lights.
Anabel could feel Hal's huge penis grinding into her belly and as he moved his hips lewdly in a rotary motion, that enormous, throbbing shaft burned a great rod shaped burn through all their clothes into her flesh. The tears were streaming from her eyes now and she was blubbering and moaning under his deeply masterful mouth. Her head throbbed and a voice reverberated inside the chambers of her brain... "No! No! No!... NO!"
She thought then of her mother, still sitting with the children and wanting to go home probably. Surely she'd just go to bed. But even if she did... Anabel knew she would worry until the wee small hours. And it was so late already. What a terrible and ridiculous predicament to be in. She should never have allowed herself to be trapped. God knows she knew him well enough to know he had no consideration for anyone but himself.
Hal felt the tears flowing and the attendant relaxation of Anabel's beautiful slender body. It was only a small relaxation but it was there, nevertheless. He was getting to her in spite of herself. He was getting to her! When he'd seen her in that council chamber and realized she had some kind of assistant's job, sitting there so primly behind the city manager, he'd known his luck was with him. By God, fate had played right into his hands. Anabel could give him a direct pipeline into City Hall and if tonight was any indication of the sentiment of the people of Del Monte... God knows, he was going to need it. But it was not impossible at all. Besides, she was still the best looking broad he'd ever had. There was a certain advantage in having such a startlingly beautiful wife. Prudish and uncertain and unadventuresome... but a good, hot, hollow with a gorgeous exterior nonetheless. Besides, he was going to pull this development off- although he hadn't much time to do it.
In his mind's eye he could see Anabel naked beneath the clothes that were an increasing inconvenience. Those incredible breasts on that slender, delicate body... huge fantasy fruits that hung so firmly high, so ripe and edible. That white skin with only the faintest tinge of pink to show that real blood coursed under its porcelain surface. It had been a long time since he'd run his hands over that silken perfection to feel the swells and hollows and curves and planes. His cock was jumping like a maniac, blind and bundled into his shorts, and threatening to burst the cloth bonds.
Suddenly Anabel could breathe for Hal tore his mouth away and the breath rushed in a great gasping moan out her mouth. They stood panting almost eye to eye, their mouths panting inches apart, and Anabel closed her eyes and let the tears roll down her cheeks, unable, because of her still imprisoned arms, to even wipe her face. Her breasts were tingling from being mashed for so long into his broad chest. She could feel the nipples budded and tight under the thin net bra and soft beige sweater.
"Get your clothes off," Hal ordered harshly. His hands dropped, releasing her wrists and her aching skull. Already he was tearing off his own clothes with fury. Anabel couldn't move. Her numbed wrists were paining as though all the strength had been drained from her. She stood dumbly, mouth slack and eyes closed against his face. Weakly she shook her head and brought her hands up to cover her face.
"I said... get them off!" Hal roared at her again, his clothes practically off now.
"I... can't," she sobbed. "I... just... can't."
"By god... we'll see about that!" Hal grabbed the lower edge of her sweater and jerked it over her head as though she were seven year old Cynthia. Still she stood there, crying, and her arms came down to cross over her breasts, hands coming up to hold her wet cheeks. The sobs were shaking her, rising from the deep despair and hopelessness within her. He will use me as carelessly as any whore and then walk away, unscathed. She knew him too well. And it was her own stupid fault that she was here at all. Oh God, when would she learn to stay away... far, far away from this maniac she'd promised to love, honor and obey so long ago. It all seemed so far away... so far away and so long ago.
Hal grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. Her huge green eyes, thickly fringed with dark lashes, looked up at him and they were wet and frightened and anguished. Her tears suddenly angered him unreasonably. It was her god damned anxiousness and lack of confidence in him that had kept him down all the time. If she'd been the right kind of wife he'd have made it by now. But all she did was whine about no money and the bills coming in and that he never played with the kids. But how could he have done anything with her tears and complaints to come home to? Well, this time, by god, he was going to make it! He was going to get this damned development approved, the sale made and the damn thing started... and by Jesus, Anabel was going to help him do it. For starts she was going to behave like a proper wife.
Her great meloned white breasts were heaving under the net bra, shuddering up and down with her sobs, the nipples fired and pointed, clearly visible through the thin fabric. He dropped his hands and jerked the elasticized waistband of her skirt and it fell around her feet, leaving her in nothing but the flesh colored net bra and pantyhose. She stood in the bright pool of her wool skirt, in the fragile transparency of nylon net and her white body looked even more desirable and sensual then he remembered it. The fiery triangle of her pubic hair was beckoning him like a torch.
Anabel stood dumbly, the sobs still racking her body and she saw Hal's handsome, lust distorted face leering at her and it was suddenly too much. He stood there with that long thick penis standing out like a stallion's and he was suddenly a rutting, mindless, primitive animal to her, unmindful of where he sank that huge instrument that was tormenting him so... as long as it was hot and hollow and would relieve him. He was unthinking and uncaring and unconscious of anything except his own instinctive need. A great naked beast, bulging with muscles and tanned in spite of a smog screened Southern California sun. His shoulders were broad and powerful. A mat of dark hair grew in thick profusion on his chest and groin and feathered his great bulging calves and thighs and arms. How could I ever have borne this brute's children... received his seed and nurtured it? How could they even be his children... those two beautiful mites he'd never paid much attention to, but who still adored him? How? How? How?
Suddenly she was galvanized with a fury that seared through her like a white hot poker, straightening her backbone and strengthening her weak limbs. She stepped out of her clothes and bundled them in her arms. Her coat she retrieved from the floor and tried to wrap around her almost nude body.
"What the hell!... I said... take 'em off... not put 'em on! God damn you, Anabel!" snarled Hal.
The clothes were jerked from her, and Hal's brutal hands grabbed the net bra in front and ripped it off.
"God damn bitch!" He was screaming and cursing and ripping the pantyhose in shreds from her and she was screaming back and fighting and trying to scratch his eyes out. The anger was pouring through her in lava flows and even Hal looked red through the haze of her fury.
"I'm not your wife anymore... I don't belong to you... you horrible sick man... don't touch me... stop it!" she was screaming at he tore everything off her. She had a terrible vision of their two naked, angry, panting, fighting bodies as they battled and fought and the match so unequal. She remembered telling Brian that he must never fight... and she wondered crazily what he would think now. It had almost come to this several times in front of the children and she had always given in and smoothed things over before it could. Now the children were safe at home and she gave vent to all the repressed anger and frustration and hurt that had built up for so long. If she went down in defeat as she knew she would, she would at least have the satisfaction of knowing that she had tried... that she had made him work for it. What else can he do... except rape me? She'd bear that if she could scar his smugly handsome face with her nails... if she could leave even a temporarily embarrassing scratch on his handsome face. All thought left her then, as she concentrated on trying to get at his eyes, his cheeks, his sneering mouth with her nails.
"God damned whining bitch! I'll kill you! By God... you always had it your way... well, this time, it's going to... be... my way!"
Hal picked her up then and walked over to the huge brass bed. He threw her down on it and her mouth flew open and her long red hair swung over her eyes, her head snapped. It was as though she were a tall, long legged marionette, the limbs uncontrollable without the sureness of his hands. Hal was shaking with anger and he didn't give a good god damn who heard them raving and fighting or what happened afterwards. That damned bitch was through humiliating him!
Anabel rolled into a cocoon away from him, her arms shielding her head from blows she thought would inevitably follow. She only wanted-to die-but not this way! It was as though all the connections in her brain had been short circuited and nothing but gibberish spurted out in sporadic flashes inside her head... she felt nothing now but the pain and anguish and misery that she'd fought so long and so hard to escape. Some deeply imbedded knowledge, some instinct made her curl up in the defensive position of a fetus. And then he was on her, rolling her back and climbing over her and she was pinned under him as he sat on her, buttocks on her breasts, knees doubled over her slender arms and he was waving his enormous blood engorged prick right under her nose.
"My way, bitch!" he was screaming. "Take it in your mouth and suck it till I tell you to quit! You're going to lick my balls and drink my cum down your gullet till you choke to death from sheer joy! You hear me, bitch? You're going to suck my cock! I'm going to ram it down your throat and fuck your mouth!"
"Oh... no... please... no... Hal... please," Anabel whimpered frantically, the full horror of what he was saying registering in her numbed brain and visions riding before her eyes of what he was describing. She couldn't do it. No matter what he said... she couldn't do it! It was too depraved... too obscene... too sick and demented.
Her face was wet and streaked with her tears, her beautiful red hair tangled and spread out in untidy waves on the pillow. Even this way... she looked beautiful. By god... now they were getting somewhere. Hal prodded her chin with the head of his cock. The head was sticky with the few drops of seminal fluid that had oozed out. His hand shot out and twined into her silky hair and jerked her face upward toward his aching, bloated, needing prick.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he commanded menacingly, glorying in the mastery of the situation that was flowing through him. He looked down to see that his cock was trembling in anticipation, the veins standing out in a fine lacey pattern just under the surface of the skin. God damn it, yes! His way! He used to beg the bitch to do this for him and she never would. He'd had plenty of blow jobs before from other women but he wanted Anabel to do it... fastidious Anabel! He wanted the whole length of it rammed right down her throat until she was eating cock hairs!
She was still staring in fascination and repulsion at the gigantically swollen shaft thrust up to her lips and her eyes were almost crossed in concentration and a trance like compulsion. His pecker was so huge up close like this and it pulsed and oozed a thin liquid as though it were independently alive and sentient. She was frozen, unable to move or talk. Anabel wondered, it is possible for my heart to simply stop and refuse to function?
Hal felt the fury stab him again and before he knew consciously what was happening he slapped her hard across one cheek and then the other. The resounding slaps of hand on cheek, flesh on flesh, echoed in the prim Victorian room.
"I said... take it in your mouth, god damn you!... I'll ram it right down your throat for you till you choke to death!"
Anabel's mouth opened automatically to cry out. Her skin stung and flamed where his hand had struck her so hard... but no sound escaped her lips. Dry, silent sobs were heaving out of her chest and the whole world had gone mad and she with it. This was a nightmare she could not even have imagined before. A nightmare that seemingly was not going to release her. She felt her head jerked up again by the hair and she opened her mouth even wider in submission and terror, knowing instinctively that Hal meant what he said. He would choke her to death if she resisted now. She'd never seen him this angry in nine years of marriage. It was as though all reason had left him forever!
"Take it in your hands, bitch! Hold it... and lick it!" Her hands came up obediently and her slender, white fingers curled softly around the trunk of his hot whanger, She held the throbbing gristle a moment tentatively and observed it, her mouth trembling and her eyes open in horror.
Hal felt a jolt shake through his loins as her beautifully ripe mouth opened and her lips came around the knob which was mushrooming and purpling with desire. "God... god," he groaned softly through gritted teeth. The sight of Anabel's mouth closing around his prick was too much. The warmth and wetness of her mouth taking in his huge steel rod sent shivering needles of pleasure and the sweetness of command coursing through his whole body. Jesus!
To her amazement Hal's great pulsing prick was as rigid and hard in her mouth as she'd expected, but the actual skin covering it was as velvety as a kitten's ear. She sobbed again involuntarily and the vibration of her mouth closing tighter for a moment drew another groan from Hal. Somehow, someway she had to get through this terrible ordeal. I have to live through this sick, perverted act. I am being made to perform! She had to live through it and survive it and not let it touch her inside... not let it debase her own integrity and inner core. Her mouth ovaled and she took more of the repulsive genital organ in her mouth until most of it was sunk inside her puffed cheeks. Her hands fingered down to Hal's bloated balls that hung below and she cupped them in her palms, weighing and holding their weight.
"Oh, Jesus, baby... you just don't know. Oh God!" Hal sighed; his hands came out to slide around her cheeks and jaws, cradling her face, his fingers lost in her hair and his palms warm against her face. The sight of his beautiful ex-wife, subservient and groveling, her tear stained face stuffed with his rock hard cock sent salacious and sensually ecstatic emotions careening through him from gut to groin to brain and back again. God damn! He should have made her do this long ago. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten so fouled up on a couple of those deals if he'd had this to come home to.
Anabel's hands caressed the wrinkled sac of Hal's balls almost by instinct, her nails grazing the underside gently. A strange feeling was replacing the revulsion and shame she'd felt when first taking his huge organ into her mouth. Anabel didn't even have a name for this utterly unexpected sensation. She could feel her own body begin to come to life faintly as she held and cradled Hal's genitals in her mouth and hands. In the back of her throat she could taste the maleness of the thin liquid on the head of his penis. She drew her mouth back, almost off, the greatly burgeoning, pulsing prick and it was wet with her own mucous secretions and saliva. Suddenly she wanted it back in her throat and she deliberately plunged her head, taking even more of the enormous instrument into the warm wet depths of her throat again. Hal groaned appreciatively.
Easing his cramped knees off Anabel's arms, Hal smoothed his thumbs across Anabel's cheeks. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes and feeling with his own flesh. He hadn't really planned what he would do when he'd seen Anabel so unexpectedly at the meeting. After that it had all sort of happened. He'd only known he couldn't lose contact again and he hadn't. He really had been going to buy her a drink in the bar but once they were inside the lobby he'd had to have her. Christ, he hadn't even had a piece since that dumb broad in Long Beach two weeks ago! She had been nothing like this. Now here he was, with his snooty, beautiful, smart and sassy ex-wife. Ex-wife? God this was the first time in all the years they'd been married she'd really seemed like his wife. His real wife. He never wanted it to stop!
"Oh god, baby... do it... just keep doing it... "he panted. Anabel only nodded faintly as her mouth worked on his cock. It had felt marvelous enough when she only sort of slid her mouth on and almost off of it but now she was sucking it! Christ, yess... sucking it hard as though it were a giant thick candy stick and sweet as sugar.
When it happened or how Anabel didn't know but she was suddenly sucking hard on the erect organ in her mouth, sucking it as though she wanted to suck it, feeling the pulsating length of it slide in and out of her mouth. Gradually her own body was awakening bit by bit and she was warming to the task she had thought was going to be the most unpleasant she had ever tackled in her whole life. The more pressure she exerted the better Hal liked it for he moaned and grunted in thankfulness, smoothing her cheeks and her hair as he pumped the full length of his sturdy, straight, thick, hardened pole in and out of her clinging mouth.
"That's it... oh. God, baby... that's it... keep sucking! Suck it hard for me... Suck it harder!"
Obediently Anabel increased the pressure of her mouth around the enormous, throbbing penis that filled her mouth too full and, on the downstroke, brushed her tonsils. Her hands clung to the penile trunk and her head bobbed up and down, laboring over the huge stiff phallus and her mouth clamped ever tighter drawing on it with all her strength. She'd wanted it over... done and over but strange and unbelievable things were happening to her own body! A lascivious warmth was stealing through her naked, white limbs as she was performing this lewd and depraved act against her will. Almost involuntarily her thighs were stretching out of sight beneath Hal's doubled body that bent and thrust at the hips, driving his mammoth prong between her lips deeply into her caverned mouth.
Suddenly Hal leaned back, drawing his penis out of Anabel's mouth, and, slowly, trailed it down between her mountainous white, rose tipped breasts. He still knelt looking down at his glistening cock lying so huge and menacing against her tender, white flesh. Slowly he took hold of his prick and drew the head around her beautifully peaked breasts, one at a time, slowly making concentric circles until the velvet soft head at last closed on the ruby nipple and poked it softly and then hard, turning the erect and quivering nub inward... stabbing it inside the white pillow of her breast.
"Oh... Hal... Oh!..." she moaned softly. Anabel could feel the licentious tracing on her flesh with the great stylus of his enormous penis and it drew a map of desire and sensuous anticipation that ignored her outraged head that cried out at the shame and degradation of her arousing body. Oh God... how could her own flesh betray her so? How could she feel anything for this monster who used her harshly and who had treated her like dirt under his feet? Her teeth clenched but still she felt the delicious little needles of pleasure shooting through her body in tiny stitches of sheer bliss... joining the cells in a whole garment of ecstasy!
"Oh... Ohhhh... Ohhh..." she moaned again and in her head the word was No... but it never came out that way. The only sound she seemed capable of making was the breathing verbalization of her joy at his touch! She looked up into his face as he smeared his own seminal fluid over her quivering breasts in little trails of himself. Suddenly Hal leaned down and his head dipped to her quaking breast. Anabel moaned again very softly as she watched him take first one nipple, and then the other into his-wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit, until she wanted to scream from the rising waves of pleasure washing through her villainous body! He was licking his own desiring juice from her nipples, lapping and tasting every drop and then sucking the hard nipples until they were screaming little points of rapture... the echoes reverberating through the chambers of her body! Her fogged mind, instead of being repulsed at his huge rutting prick, his depraved mouth sucking his own fluid from her naked flesh, was dwelling instead on the prurient sensations that pulsated along her body.
Hal gathered Anabel in his arms then, driving his mouth down on hers, his tongue plunging and joining inside her mouth, in a deep and passionate kiss. Her own tongue came out of hiding and darted in and out and rolled under his, then sucked him back and their tongues dueled and talked a secret language as old as time. At last he tore his mouth reluctantly from hers and spoke.
"Oh, Jesus, baby... you're my woman... you've always been my woman... I've got to have you back again... now, suck me again... suck me now!"
Eagerly... her numbed brain still and silent, watching what depths she would sink to, Anabel took Hal's cock between her lips and sucked hard with all her might, drawing the rigid stalk of flesh straight down her throat. She could feel Hal jerk and throb inside her mouth and the groans spill from his throat as she sucked him. What did they call it?... a blow job. Yes... that's what she was doing... a blow job.
Her tired brain kept twitching in reflexive spasms of conscience... pointing out the error of her ways... shaming her with thoughts of her mother home with the children... with all the tenets she'd been taught from childhood... with all the dirty words that described what she was doing.... and none of it was to any avail. Her lewd body kept responding and urging her on, tasting Hal's sticky man tang and sucking hard on the great pulsing shaft sunk deep in her mouth. She must be as sick as Hal... as demented... as perverted... to enjoy this pagan rite! She must be mad!
"Yesss... that's it... baby... yesss... suck it good... I'm going to cum... fill you with cum... oh god, yesss!" Hal had had plenty of blow jobs in his time from all kinds of women, but he'd never felt anything like the excruciatingly exquisite pleasure of watching his own beautiful Anabel laboring so diligently over his almost bursting pole. Her subservient abasement titillated him incredibly and he watched her face change from terror to lurid enjoyment. She was loving it! Anabel Crichton sucking his cock like it was the most marvelous thing in the world! Jesus! It was blowing his mind!
Growing more adventurous, Anabel ravished her warm, wet tongue on Hal's thick, long shaft. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the thick base, and gradually lapping up to the ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth rapidly across the longitudinal cord on the underside, playing it like a banjo string. This sent Hal absolutely wild! His hips heaved forward and his hands clenched in her long red hair and she could feel the muscles in his whole body stretch taut.
Her tongue then swirled around the great bloated mushrooming head and slit the tiny hole in the smooth glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt Hal search and find and then stuff extra pillows beneath her head, propping her up higher for his plunging, pleasure-mad cock while his big, hard hands found her breasts and began kneading them and thumbing the nipples.
Anabel's voracious mouth then returned to the hair covered sac of Hal's testicles and the thick, strong base where his mammoth organ jutted up and she slicked them all over with saliva from her working mouth, She coated his balls entirely with sweeps of her hungry mouth and he was moaning above her and pinching her nipples painfully.
"Oh, god... oh Christ, baby... you'll never get away from me again... never... never... Goddd!"
Her tongue ran up and down the thick trunk from base to head, licking the great stalk as though it were a delectable sweet. Quickly, she trailed her mouth and tongue back over his sperm churning balls, and along his heavily sheening, purpling shaft at its pulsating head and then she slipped her lips down over it again.
Anabel no longer tried to understand her complete abandonment, her capitulation to Hal's brutal sexual assault on her prudish body. There was no explanation for her behaviour. Her terror had been justification in the beginning but no amount of rationalizing could ever explain her wild and wanton enjoyment of this perverted act she was performing willingly and eagerly. Her body was wallowing in the unfamiliar sensations and waves of licentious pleasure were blotting every other consideration from her.
Hal's hips lunged forward hard as he shoved the huge throbbing, jerking length of his thick cock into the cave of her mouth. Oh, god, he was going crazy from sheer rapture! So close now. Not long! He was going to shoot a load down her throat that would float a battle ship! Jesus! Anabel was using her mouth like a tiny vacuum cleaner, sucking and compressing her lips hard as she withdrew so slowly that the constriction and the jolts of frenzied pleasure that raced through Hal almost brought him right off the pad! What she lacked in experience, she made up for in native talent! "AAAAAH... GAAAAAAGG... Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmn!"
Thighs closing and opening in sensual stretching, Anabel was aware that her own traitorous body was seeping vaginal lubrication... her own erotic juices were seeping out from deep within her depths. Without Anabel's knowledge her own body had been silently preparing for love as she sucked and drew and licked and ravished Hal's hot, hard prick with her mouth. In his frenzy, his hands were all over her... smoothing her face and shoulders and kneading her breasts and stroking her naked white arms as he lunged again and again into the deep, wet chamber of her working orifice. Little electrical shocks were coursing through her with each tweak of her quivering, heaving breasts and those shocks sent currents straight through her tremulous body to buzz and create a drawing-in sensation in her aching pussy.
"Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh. Baby... OOOOO-OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH... I'm almost there... almost... god... keep sucking!" Hal was raving and arching his hips up to her mouth lewdly and his hands were growing brutal on her tender flesh in his frantic reaching for his climax. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth measured the degree of his rising pleasure that threatened to carry him into complete delirium. Anabel could never remember Hal getting so utterly carried out of himself in the throes of passion.
A sudden thought froze her fevered mouth in action. What if he comes in my mouth as he'd said he would? What did she do? How did she cope? Her lack of experience made her more than uncertain. It seemed dirty to swallow the sperm laden semen into her belly. Unnatural and obscene. The thought made her shudder. Oh God... all her revulsion came back... rushing back as her brain conjured up the picture of Hal's gushing stream of cum pouring down the back of her throat.
"Don't stop!... god damn you... don't stop now!... Come on... SUCK... Suck harder... harrrrddddeeeeerrrrrr!" Hal was shaking her shoulders and then clamping his fingers around her lips and closing them again on his throbbing, nearly bursting penis. She tried... terrified now by the look in his eyes. He was a wildman!
"That's it... SUCK IT DAMN YOU... GOD, YESSSSS... OOOOHHHH!" He was almost there. Oh Christ... yes... almost. The sight of Anabel's renewed sucking and drawing with obscenely contorted lips on his almost blasting cock set the pre-climactic mechanism into action inside his churning groin and gut. Hal ground harder and Larder, thrusting deeper and deeper into her red mouth and down inside her working, white throat, into that blissful sanctuary that was the entrance to her very soul. She became a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft and beautiful innocence as her tongue laved and swirled and sucked his great, blunt headed dong. Hal could feel the boiling cauldron in his testicles and he slammed it in her mouth harder and deeper and harder and deeper! Oh Christ!
Suddenly he jerked and lurched upward convulsively, his breath in short ragged gasps, as he felt the cauldron crack and the vacuum give as his hot, heavy load of sperm shot deep into her throat! Hal heard Anabel gag and choke as the blazing liquid seared her tonsils. A tidal wave of cum was pouring in a never ceasing torrent deep into her belly and dimly Hal heard screams and it was a moment before he realized they were coming from his own torturedly ecstatic throat!
"GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD... AAAAGGGGHHH OOOOOOOOOOO... JESUS... I'm Cummmmminnggggggg!... God! I'm cumminggggg!" Anabel had not been prepared for the fiery shot of molten sperm that hit her throat and gurgled, gagging her and choking her. She fought for breath! The hot cum went down her throat and in a frantic effort to keep from drowning she swallowed furiously, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly up and down in rapid succession. Dimly, she was aware that Hal lifted her up by her shoulders in an effort to ram that gigantic hose of his great prick straight down her gullet. Still, the flood spewed on and she sucked hard, involuntarily, to take all the teeming cum deep into her heaving belly. There was a strange pride in taking all he had, in coping with the gush of his mighty flowing orgasm!
Anabel continued to swallow feverishly and gulp and choke and the almost unintelligible sounds coming from deep inside Hal's chest attested to her prowess. Endearments tumbled from his lips as he knelt, supporting her shoulders and filling her mouth completely with his emptying organ.
"OOOHHHH... BABY... SWEETHEART... SUUUUUCCKKKK... JESUS... MY BABY GIRL... OOOHHHHH GOD!" Lights were bursting in Hal's head and streaks of agonizing ecstasy were shooting through every cell in his body and the world was surely ending in a blaze of glory! God.... oh god! Never had there been anything like it! How could he have let her go? She was so god damned good! The mighty streams of cum were still racing down the exquisitely constructed channel of his swollen cock and Anabel was sucking him dry to the balls! Wringing every drop from them, drawing it out with her mouth, and sending scintillating pleasure signals flying through him in rocketing bliss! The rapture was almost too much to bear! He watched her mouth, working so industriously on his great, rigid banger, dribbles of saliva sliding from the corners of her clamped lips as she sucked every drop so valiantly!
The last few spurts shot into Anabel's mouth and Hal stared at his still huge organ that had not yet deflated. Reluctantly, he withdrew it and slid quickly down on top of the beautifully white, breast cushioning body and inserted his satisfied but still swollen cock inside her moistly warm pussy. He knew he'd have to wait a while to build up a head of steam again but right now he had to plunge it into her! Hal's mouth came down on Anabel's with a moan as he stabbed his tongue inside her wet mouth and tasted his own still hot cum, his own orgasmic juices! Oh, Jesus!
"OHHHHMMMMMMMMMM...MMMMMM-MMMMM... UHHHHH... MMMMMMMMMM!" Anabel moaned out her exhaustion and her amazement and gratitude at feeling Hal's still hard prick sunk deep in her aching yearning, wetly hot vagina. Oh God, it had been so long! She'd almost forgotten just how long it had been until she'd lost herself in sucking Hal's huge, massive cock and her body had responded so enthusiastically and eagerly. Deliberately she'd turned away from all thought or reminders of sex and her lack of it these last few months. She'd lived like a nun and gladly but now that he was here, inside her starved body... she knew she wanted him... wanted him like she had never wanted him before. It was beautiful... oh so beautiful to be filled with this great manly instrument of rapture!
Her muscles tightened ravenously around Hal's slowly deflating solid stalk of hard flesh... in a desperate effort to keep it alive and functioning and useful. Oh... he mustn't leave her now! He mustn't!
"Oh, hold me...Hold me, Hal...god... please... !"
"Be a few minutes, baby... not long... just a little while... hang on... feel good, baby?" Hal ground his dying penis around in a little rotary motion, straining forward to keep it inside her hungry, red haired twat.
"Oh, Hal... oh god... please... please... "Anabel wept, the tears rolling unheeded from the corners of her eyes, her arms wrapped fiercely around her former husband's broadly naked shoulders, her legs wrapped strongly around his bare buttocks.
"S'okay, baby... hang on... "Hal knew it would be at least twenty minutes or more yet she was raving. Jesus, nobody knew that feeling better than he did! Slowly he inched his way down her spread, opened, white fleshed body, his lips trailing kisses and licks as he went, on breasts, arms, belly, hips, pubic hair, thighs, until he reached the promised land. Hal's tongue shot out as his thumbs peeled the beautifully wet hair fringed lips of her pussy apart and his tongue struck like a lethal needle.
"AAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG... AAAhhhhh... WWWHHAT... What are you doing?.... AAAhhhhgggggg!... Oh, God!..." A great searing white flame had touched Anabel at the cored essence of her being and she arched to it like a gored beast struck at the vulnerable spot. An insane licking!... a tongue was slathering up and down the soft swollen slick lips of her vulva and the spearing needles of a pleasure that was almost pain were slicing through her flesh in a million places. She could feel the hot breath, the fearful dragon's breath blowing its heat on her tender skin.
Raising herself on her elbows she looked down to see Hal's dark head and his sword like tongue lashing out to cleave her private secret genitals anew. He was doing the dirty thing he'd begged her to let him do ever since they were first married! She'd always refused. It was dirty, demented, sick, crazy, vulgar and loathsome! How could he even want to lick her there? But then she remembered... she had sucked him, drunk his very manhood... and Oh dear god... that wicked tongue was raising her to heights of sensation she'd never dreamed possible.
Patiently Hal licked the sweet, womanly ooze from her cuntal lips, the ambrosial nectar like thin honey in his mouth. Jesus! She was flowing, seeping out faster than he could lap it up and she was moaning blissfully. He drew his head back enough to look his fill at the soft, rosily full labia, all slimy with her juices, and his saliva. Christ! He should have tried this long ago! His big hands spread her thighs even wider and he dropped his head, sinking his stiffened tongue straight into the hungry depths of her needing pussy.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH... GGGGGAAAAAAAA-AAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDD... AAAGGGHHHHH-HHHH...AAAGGG...OOOHHHHHHHHHH... IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!..." Anabel writhed and screamed piercingly as though her life's blood were flowing out of her great wound. The sharp stab of his rigid tongue, like a small penis, into the depths of her aroused and maddened vagina, that clutched so fiercely and ravenously, triggered her immediately. A great flood of joy washed through her whole body, an ecstatic cresting that crashed and flowed through her in a total wave of feeling and indescribable sensation! Surely she was dying in this glorious rapture, this oneness with the universe, the stars, the infinite!
Hal continued to stab his tongue furiously into her clenching cunt that pulled and grasped at his pseudo phallus with maniacal force. Her hands came down to grab his head, the fingers twining in his hair like tentacles and those hands shoved and pushed and clutched as though trying to push his whole head right up inside her womb. God damn! She was really turned on! He kept tongue fucking Anabel furiously, tasting her climactic lubricants that flowed from deep within her arching, thrashing body. He could feel his own cock returning to life again, growing sympathetically to fill this aching void that his tongue filled so inadequately. God damn! They might just fuck all night at this rate!
CHAPTER TWO
It was almost light when Anabel crept into the house tucked away in the trees on the south side of Del Monte. Her mother was so sound asleep on the couch that she didn't stir. It was as though she was just getting into the deep sleep of exhaustion. Probably she hadn't been asleep too long, poor dear, Anabel decided.
Tip-toeing into her small, prim room, she closed the door gratefully and literally dropped her clothes as she took them off and let them lie. Her exhaustion was overwhelming and she fell naked into the clean sheets and pulled the blankets up to her chin to cover her traitor's body that had sold out to Hal's blandishments. She was ashamed and pushed the torment from her by turning out the light and closing her eyes wearily. Anabel Crichton was a fool. A complete and utter fool! She turned over and buried her face in the pillow to still the scenes that whirled in her head even without the light, her arms shoved under the pillow and her body curled slightly. Under the blankets she shook and fiercely cursed herself inside her own head for long minutes and then the warmth and ease of her own bed did its work and she slept.
The rush of townspeople to the high counter in the front office of City Hall that day was remarkable. By late afternoon everyone in the office was frazzled. Anabel didn't know how Noble Morton was still on his feet, after explaining to so many people not only what went on in the hearing last night but why. Even the ones who'd been at the meeting had come in to discuss it and find out how Del Monte was now threatened by this ugly subdivision coming into their lovely little town. They wanted a scapegoat yet there didn't seem to be any one person or circumstance to blame.
It took Anabel all day just to get the minutes typed, what with one interruption after another. The people Noble couldn't get to, she had to handle. There was no question about it. The whole town was up in arms! When the mayor looked in after lunch the place was packed with confused or irate people. He even had to take his turn at explanations. The depth and breadth of the people's anger was not lost on him either. Politically he had to do something... and rather quickly.
Anabel hadn't even taken a proper lunch hour. She'd simply eaten her sandwich at her desk, while taking phone calls. By then she was so deeply ashamed of any connection with Hal whatsoever and more than a little terrified that someone would find out just what her connection had been. She called him at the Cypress Inn several times, knowing it would be useless to try and persuade him to forget the whole thing, to withdraw his offer to Arthur Bello and leave Del Monte in peace, but feeling she had to try. The memory of the previous night burned into her soul and she was more ashamed than ever.
At last it was five o'clock and she could leave. Somehow she'd have to take her poor, tired body home, cope with dinner for the children and get them to bed and then she could sleep too.
Mrs. Underwood was looking into Anabel's eyes intently, waiting for corroboration of her statements about this disgrace that was to be visited on the taxpayers of Del Monte. Her upturned face with its blue rinsed grey hair and fierce blue eyes looked like an irascible blue jay to Anabel and the noises she'd made were just about as annoying.
"I know. I agree with you Mrs. Underwood. Believe me, we are working on it. Something will be done, I assure you."
"Well, it had better be done! We won't have it. Del Monte is not going to be ruined by some southern California shysters!... and you just tell the mayor what I said. I'll help to get him recalled if he doesn't stop this subdivision of the Bello property."
"Yes... I understand and I will tell him just what you said, Mrs. Underwood." Somehow, Anabel got her out the door and closed it, the blue jay still going, her voice sputtering with emotion. She shook her fist through the glass door at Anabel and nodded her head several times.
Just as Anabel was climbing into her station wagon, after finally getting everyone shooed out of City Hall, a red Porsche wheeled into the parking lot with a squeal of tires. A tall, uniformed man stepped out and walked over to her. It was Kit!
Anabel didn't really want to see Christopher Rawlings just then. Not after last night with Hal. It seemed dishonest and she was still too ashamed of her behavior. But the mess in City Hall over the Bello controversy was still on her mind too. Why on earth hadn't she thought of Kit before! He might be able to help, since he was so active in the Sea and Mountain Singles Club and they were one of the most conservation minded groups in town.
Kit looked a little stern as he walked up to Anabel where she sat in the wagon. Tall, with crisp curling medium brown hair and warm hazel eyes, Kit Rawlings looked the part of a Navy officer. He had broad shoulders and a lean angular bulk, large capable hands and enormous feet in polished black officers' shoes. But it was his face that made him look like officer material. Not too good looking but a strong pleasant face with angular bones, a big nose and a chin denoting determination.
He swept off his cap and his sun glasses and pointed a finger right under Anabel's nose. "Absent without permission," he barked, his accusing finger prodding the tip of her nose. "Where were you? I came by here very late last night to pick you up and you were gone. Lots of other people still here but no Anabel. Your car wasn't at home. I checked. Where were you?"
"Well... I... I had to think... I... ah... went for a drive," Anabel lied lamely.
"Likely story. I, hereby sentence you to supper on the beach. We'll stop by the Venice market, pick up some cheeses and ham and rolls and wine. Come on." He grabbed her hand.
"Oh, Kit, I'd love to... but, I just can't. I promised the kids I wouldn't go out tonight."
"So... well take them along. No getting out of it. You've got to take your punishment." He pulled her out of the car. By this time he was grinning, unable to keep up the stern exterior. "There!" He kissed her smackingly on both cheeks.
"Oh, all right," she laughed.
The tide was low at MacMillan's Cove, revealing hundreds of little tide pools in the rocks: the children were squealing joyously over every find. Anabel was propped against a huge boulder, her bare feet half buried in the sand, where she could watch the children without appearing to hover. Kit was sprawled at her feet, looking more boyish now with his cap off and an old, heavy Navy sweater replacing his uniform jacket. His feet were bare too.
Anabel sighed contentedly. She had to admit it was a good idea. Hal and City Hall seemed very far away now. The kids were happy and had eaten ravenously. Lazily she reached out and poured another paper cup of wine for Kit.
"It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Anabel Lee...." Kit's glass was raised in a toast, his eyes teasing, his mouth smiling ironically.
"That's not fair, Kit. Hardly anyone even knows that my mother burdened me with the whole darn name. You promised not to tease me with it. I had enough of that in school."
He leaned up to rest his elbows on knees, looking at her intently. "But you didn't let me finish... 'And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.'" His voice wasn't mocking now and his eyes burned into Anabel's as his voice died. The children's shouting and laughing seemed very far away now and the wind ruffled Kit's hair as he kept looking steadily into her face in a strange way, as though the words had simply gone inside and were still sounding in his head behind those intent eyes. Anabel blushed in spite of herself... and looked away, unable to meet those eyes now. The familiar verses resounded in her own head. Since she'd been named for the heroine of the poem, they'd quoted them to her from childhood. She'd stopped him because she knew them all too well.
Anabel began gathering up the papers and paper plates, the crumpled napkins and left over rolls. She worked quickly and efficiently, scooting around on her knees in the old white bell bottoms. "We've got to be going It's getting late for the children." Kit stopped her by grabbing her arms just above the elbow.
"You've been spooked. You're gun shy aren't you? Well, I'm divorced too, as you know... but that doesn't mean we stop living." Kit's voice was harsh now and slightly bitter.
"I know, Kit," Anabel said quietly. "It's just that..." How could she tell him that after last night she didn't feel she should even look at a man? How could she explain the terrible guilt and terror and humiliation... the almost unbearable disgust to be looked at now by a decent man? There was no way. Kit simply wouldn't understand. She wasn't sure she did herself. But, Anabel only knew that she had to return to her chaste, maidenly nun's life of the last few months. It was the only way to gain any self respect again. "It's just that... I'm awfully tired... we'd better be going."
All the way back to the house Anabel was uncomfortable. Kit was behaving so strangely. His hand kept reaching out and caressing her ankle or catching her hand and kissing the fingers. He'd never pushed her beyond a few good night kisses before and had always been so circumspect before the children... which was one of the things that had endeared him to her. Anabel kept moving away and giving him black looks while Brian and Cynthia chattered away in the back seat.
There seemed no decent, gracious way to get rid of Kit when they got back to the house. He even insisted on helping her bathe the kids and put them to bed. She was cleaning the sand off the bathroom floor with a broom and a dust pan while Kit went in to tell the kids a story. She could hear them giggling and whispering. How could she kick him out early now?
Anabel was in the kitchen pondering and putting the dust pan and broom away when Kit came in.
"Safe and sound... and all tucked in for the night."
"Oh, good," she said brightly. "Thank you, Kit. That was sweet of you."
"Now, there's something I want to show you. Get your jacket."
"But I can't leave the children."
"I've already called Mrs. Lingert across the street... while you were in the bathroom with the kids. She'll be here any minute to sit with them while we're gone."
"You just don't take no for an answer, do you?" Anabel laughed, still nervous with him. "What I really need is some help on the Bello thing, as I told you. Do you think the Sea and Mountain Club would really send a resolution to the council?" She walked away from him and straightened the dish towels on the rack by the sink.
"I told you... I'll take care of it. Come on. That's Mrs. Lingert now. She's knocking."
"I'm terribly tired, Kit. What is it you want to show me, anyway?" Anabel asked a little peevishly.
"You'll find out." Kit grinned, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the door, throwing her jacket around her shoulders.
The sun had left an afterglow in the dark sky so there were patches of brilliant coral through the pine tops as Kit maneuvered the little red car through the narrow winding streets and across the highway to the golden hills beyond. Anabel leaned her head back against the soft leather gratefully. She was so exhausted by now that she couldn't protest any further. Kit was going to be pretty amazed when she just plain fell asleep on him... but she'd warned him.
They drove only a little way out and Kit turned the car up a hill with one winding road that twined to the top. There were scattered houses with patches of golden wild oats in between. This was a rather new section of settlement on what used to be an old farm. Anabel couldn't imagine what he was dragging her up here for. At last he turned the little car into a long driveway and around a small bluff with a house on top that was obscured the moment they made a sharp turn. Kit braked in front of another house. It was dark but the last rays of the sun caught the glass front of the A-frame and it sparkled.
Kit jumped out and ran around to help Anabel out of the car. She climbed out sleepily, hanging onto his hand. He felt a tug in his belly at the sight of her, sleepy and tousled as she was. Even in old pants and a T-shirt, her lipstick gone, and her hair unkempt, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her husband must have been a goon to let her go. Kit slipped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her to him.
"Come here, you beautiful creature." He kissed her long and deeply in the gathering dark. She pulled away and smiled up at him sleepily and turned toward the house. She was skittish as hell tonight. Well, he was going to settle that once and for all. It had been damned awkward not having his own place before, but now that was all changed.
Kit opened the glass door in the front of the house and pushed Anabel into the foyer. He could hear her catch her breath as the interior lit up. "Oh, Kit, it's beautiful, whose is it?"
"Mine for a while. Some friends got transferred. I'm renting it from them. Do you like it?"
Anabel, tired as she was, went oh-ing and ah-ing from room to room. The immaculate pale grey and white kitchen with its gleaming stainless steel built-ins particularly appealed to her. She loved the modern paintings that were great splashes of color on the weathered wood walls, the deep white carpeting all over and the simple clean lined Scandinavian furniture, the teak and brass lighting fixtures, the glass and gold tables, the walls of books and the huge stone fireplaces.
"Oh, Kit, it's the loveliest house I've ever seen. I'm so glad for you!"
"Come on, I'll show you the upstairs." With his arm around her, Kit guided her up the thickly carpeted stairs to a huge loft bedroom whose balcony overlooked the sunken living room below. Even the bedroom had a smaller stone fireplace and glass on one peaked end of the room so it was truly an aerie.
"I thought houses like this only existed in movies and books," Anabel exulted. Kit touched a button in the huge teak cabinet by the enormous white bed, spread with fake fur. Instant music soared out into the house from hidden speakers. "And I thought girls like you only existed in the movies," Kit grinned, taking her arms and pulling her to him again. The smile disappeared from Anabel's face... and she looked up at him anxiously.
"Please, Kit... "
"You don't have to even ask, baby," he chuckled deep in his throat, purposely misinterpreting her. He pulled her roughly against his chest and caught her full lips with his. God, she still smelled like late afternoon sunshine and sand, mixed with her usual aroma of cyclamen. Kit felt his whole gut lurch as he held her and forced his tongue into her ripe mouth, probing and grinding his lips into hers. Those delectable breasts were mashed hard into him and his hand strayed down to cup one round buttock. There was one hellish thing about being divorced. You didn't have a steady supply of poontang. Oh, he'd made out all right with a dame whenever he wanted one but Anabel was what he wanted and up to now he'd been handicapped by not having a place to bring her. She wasn't the type you simply took to a motel. But tonight. God, yes... right about now!
"No, Kit... stop it," Anabel tore herself out of his arms and stood back, panting a little and looking at him wildly, her big ripe breasts heaving under her thin, navy cotton T-shirt. "I'm tired and dirty and... I... I'm just not in the mood for fun and games."
"No games, baby. For real. Here and now," Kit said as Anabel stood trembling and perplexed, watching his hazel eyes bore into her and still feeling his hands and his mouth. What in heavens name is happening to me? Last night Hal... and now Kit.
"I've waited a long time for you. I've played it your way... but now it's time. It's past time..." Kit grabbed her and picked her up easily despite her height.
"Kit Rawlings... put me down... what are you doing?... No, stop it... put me down!"
He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the thick, white carpeting that extended even here. Anabel jerked away from him in fury.
"What the devil do you think you're doing, Kit?"
He reached out with a sly grin and grabbed her T-shirt by the bottom edge and with a quick jerk, he had it over her head... and off. Anabel tried to hang onto the soft garment as it came off her hands but Kit twisted it away easily.
"Kit... you're mad... stop it!"
"Not yet... but I may lose my temper if you don't stop horsing around!" He was struggling with her zipper and trying to get her white bell bottoms off her long legs.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Anabel panted, pushing at Kit while trying to keep her clothes intact. Her long red hair swung around her face in curls of flame.
"You said you were dirty. We're going to get the sand off!" Kit was laughing wildly now and stripping her expertly. He was enjoying the crazy struggle as he chased and caught her every way she tried to move to avoid him. Their antics were reflected in the long, wide mirrors on two walls of the modern, spacious bath.
"I... can... take my own... bath... get out... of here..." She puffed. She was down to white lace bra and bikini panties and more provocative than if she'd been completely nude. No matter where she put her hands or arms she couldn't cover all the naked white skin that showed above the two strips of lace that covered breasts and pubic hair and that was all. Kit's eyes were ripping even those inadequate coverings from her body. He blocked her every move, so in desperation, she shrank back in the shower stall.
Clinging to the far wall and not knowing what to do at this point, she watched in horror as Kit deliberately shed his clothes, piece by piece. He stood laughing at her like a huge naked satyr. His muscles bulged surprisingly and he looked much larger without clothes, his chest covered in a curling matt of brown hair and his penis jutting forth like the genital organ of a monster in a medieval painting. Her eyes dilated and she stood with outspread arms like a sacrificial creature brought to a slaughter she only understood in terms of fear and ignorance. Oh god, what is he going to do... though she knew very well what he was going to do... or try to do. That great, gigantic erect organ spoke clearer than words.
Kit stepped into the stall and stood looking down at her cowering figure. If the first Anabel Lee had been even half as beautiful as this one... then it was no wonder Poe wrote those immortal lines about her.
Though he could see her breath rising and falling from the movements of those magnificent breasts and the nostrils flare in fear and uncertainty, the fingers turning white where they pressed into the slick white tile behind her, she still did not look real. Too much beauty can be as unreal as too little. His hands reached out and slid lightly along her white arms from wrists to shoulders. They were like warm satin under his hands.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Anabel," he whispered. "I'm going to love you. Don't look so scared. First I'm going to bathe you. We'll have a nice warm bath. You'll feel better. I know you're tired." His voice droned reassuringly, still in a whisper, as though he were speaking to a very frightened child. That creep she'd been married to must have scared her out of her wits at one time or another. His hands very slowly slipped her bra straps down her shoulders and reached behind her to undo the catch. He pulled it loose and slid the wisp of lace off her arms and threw it behind him, out on the carpeted floor, never taking his eyes from her terrified face.
Still with exaggeratedly slow movements, Kit's hands lightly traced down her great white pink tipped cones of ripened breasts; down to her slender waist and over her rounded but slender hips to the top of her bikini panties. With his finger tips, he pushed them down until they dropped to her ankles. Then Kit knelt and patiently lifted one of Anabel's narrow, white feet and then the other to free the little panties. They, too, were thrown behind him to the carpet. He rose and stood transfixed at her incredible, naked, white beauty.
Anabel was standing like a breathing statue, one leg slightly bent at the knee so that the shallow bowl of her belly, with hipbones for handles, seemed raised to him in offering. The very slenderness and fragility of her narrow bones were endearing... the amplitude and bounty of her lusciously full breasts like a miraculous harvest in a sparse landscape. They stood out proudly, the rosy nipples pointing horizonward, ripe and heavy and promising. The red flag of her pubic hair was as intensely red as that on her head but curlier... tight little curls in a brilliant red that looked even more fiery against the smooth white skin of her belly and thighs. Oh, Jesus, yes... it had been worth waiting for!
Kit took one slow big step toward her which brought him right against her silken loveliness. His hands caught her satiny hips and pulled her inches closer until their bodies were pressed together from the waists down, his pulsing prong buried against her little white belly, forced up between them in a delicious mashing. Kit could feel his cock beating timed messages as regular as a heart beat into her white flesh and Anabel's wide, green eyes mirrored their meaning.
He leaned into Anabel, pressing her tightly against the cold tile while his hot body warmed her front, crushing the white peaks of her full projecting breasts. Very slowly he leaned his head and kissed her faintly pink lips, his hands sliding snail-like up her curving sides to cup those snowy mountains capped with pink nipples that immediately budded in his palms to tight hard little nubs of response.
Kit slowly insinuated his tongue inside her warmly wet mouth to find her tongue and make silent, moist love to it. He probed and swirled and stabbed, feeling every tiny pink ridge and crevice and hollow. His breath was mingling with hers, his lips bruising her ripely sensuous ones, and then his tongue was fucking insistently into that wet cavern.
His hands were weighing the heavy, meaty, full breasts, reveling in the feel of her naked bounteousness that his eyes had imagined for so long under her clothes. What his eyes had coveted and described in fantasy, his hands were feeling at last in incredible reality!
Lapping ripples of exquisite sensuality were inching further and further over the surface of Anabel's naked flesh as Kit's hands adventured cautiously over her body. Little jabs of licentious pleasure were shooting inward from her hardened nipples and then spreading out in lascivious warmth inside her. They seemed synchronized to the beat of Kit's enormous poling penis pressed against her quivering belly. Her poor brain was wheeling aimlessly inside her tired skull, imprisoned callously by her lecherous, obscenely pleasure-mad body that was bent on continuing the beautiful sensations Kit's manipulations were inciting.
Oh god! Am I suddenly turning into a wanton whore when released from the deprivation of the last few months? Was she capable of responding to any male body that touched her abandoned flesh? And why had Kit been so circumspect, so gentlemanly up to now? What had changed? Could he tell she'd been with Hal? Could he smell the villainous betrayal, the capitulation of last night with Hal... like a dog smells a ready bitch?
"Poor little, tired girl," she heard Kit mutter against the ear his lips had been softly mouthing and nibbling, his tongue wetly circling and fucking the sensitive orifice. There was a note of sarcasm in the almost whispered words as though her body showed him plainly she wasn't THAT tired. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the hard flesh of his shoulder and glimpsed his big hand kneading her breasts and teasing the almost screaming nipple with his thumb and finger. His other hand was lifting her against the great log of his organ that pulsed and beat insistently.
"We're going to turn the water on now... have a bath." He turned her with him, steadying her with one big hand while he fiddled with the faucets. The first cold drops hit her like a shock of ice even though he stood between her and the shower head and the spray hit her only around his big shoulders. Then it turned warm and he gathered her to him with a groan. Anabel caught her hair in time and held it in a pile on top of her head to keep it from getting soaked. Kit's hands were all over her then, slick with soap he'd worked into a lather. He slid them down her back to rub her rounded white buttocks and even down the crack to her puckered little asshole.
Inexorably those hands came up and around her hips, over her belly, down her long shapely thighs and then up between them. One slippery finger slid down her slit and began rubbing back and forth in a maddeningly slow teasing rhythm, soaping the labia lavishly and sliding like a greased bullet up and down the outer edges of her yearning cuntal lips.
"Please... please don't... oh... Kit..." Anabel whispered, completely captive to the fantastic sensations that jolted through her from that wicked finger. Without her permission, her hips thrust forward against that working hand, arching up like a magnet to keep that delicious contact. He was kissing her face, her eyelids... mouth, throat, cheeks, temples... all the time his finger worked on her yearning flesh.
Kit's hands then slid up her quaking belly to cup her heaving breasts, to squeeze and manipulate and try and hold the slippery globes that kept sliding away. Electrical sparks were igniting from his slippery, slimy hold on her. Her nipples were on fire... a fire that only his hot mouth would be able to extinguish.
Suddenly he turned her so that her back was against his hard body and his hands moved quickly. Anabel went up on her tip toes as she felt his rigid, straight, thick, long rod slide down between her buttocks and under along her vulva, the great blunt head showing in front, peeking between her thighs. She could feel Kit's pubic hair, crisp and harsh against her tender bottom, the hard lunge of his groin into her backside and the sliding organ slip back and forth between her thighs while his hands slid up her belly to enclose her mounded breasts again.
Her hands still held her wealth of hair high on her head and she looked down to see the driving piston of his prick appearing and disappearing between her soapy thighs, peeking out from under her red-haired slot where the soapy rivulets ran, straightening her red pubic hair curls. Anabel could feel Kit's lips grunting and moaning against her nape and shoulder as his hard hands held her fast by her protruding breasts and his cock drove a delectable, aggressive, licentious warmth between her legs. The fatigue had long ago been replaced by an equally wilting lassitude that crept through her in warm stealth.
"No... no... oh, please... no, Kit... "she whispered almost to herself, begging his release so softly, knowing he could not and would not comply, begging him for the strength she did not have any longer. All the while her numbed brain was begging "no" her traitor's body was saying "yes" in every possible way. Her thighs were squeezing and opening on the hard throbbing prong that slid between them, trying to capture that rapturous tool and imprison it in her twat. Her breasts were snuggling and quivering into Kit's brutal hands, begging for even more torment.
Jesus! Now that the moment was here, Kit felt as though he were going to blow it! His great swollen, pulsating cock was getting perilously close to shooting off prematurely. God damn, this was the one time he didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to drag out the incredible seduction of Anabel Lee as long and deliciously as possible. The feel of her naked, white soapy, slippery erotic flesh in his hands, pressed against his screaming body was almost too much. He'd waited so long! Christ, she felt like nothing he'd ever had before. All the years he'd been married to Charlotte, finally learning to hate her hard little lumps of breasts, her sloppy little rolls of fat and wide slab hips, he could have had something as incredibly lovely as this in his arms. Well, by god, now he did... and he wasn't sure he was going to ever be able to do without it again.
Kit's hand sloped down her flat belly and inched through the wet, red curls to the top of Anabel's pussy slit, searched for and found her clitoris. His thighs opened; ho stood in a slight crouch so his prick could slide easily along the cuntal mouth, feeling the slipperily swollen lips slide against his hungry cock flesh. He found the tiny clit, erect and attentive as a little guard. It fairly quivered with attention and he rubbed it gently, with his finger.
"Ohhhhhhhh... oohhhh... Kitttt... ohhhhh Anabel hissed faintly as she felt the center of her being touched and the nerve endings respond in shooting electrical streaks. His finger had found the inner gate to the whole intricate citadel of her body and she opened to him involuntarily. He had found the secret. Oh god! The sensations bombarding her poor brain were so myriad and so indescribably beautiful that she almost fainted with the sheer joy! She could feel his driving prick still sliding back and forth along her vulva, his knowing finger caressing her clit, his hand pinching her nipple painfully and his mouth kissing and tonguing the length of her long white neck. Her whole body was enveloped in sheets of flaming desire!
All Anabel's shame over her disgraceful session with Hal last night had fallen away... plus all her anguish over her wanton body and its seeming indifference to all the basic precepts she'd been brought up to believe in. The only thing left was the beautiful instinctive senses that Kit had titillated to such a peak of sheer rapture that it was almost too beautiful to be borne.
"Oh... God! Oh... Baby... you're the most fuckable... beautiful... gorgeous... ohhhh... Jesus!" Kit threw his loins into Anabel's deliciously mooned ass cheeks, sliding his hot shaft along the slippery canal of her cunt and his finger was issuing commands to her willing clitoris that obeyed and responded so eagerly. His teeth nipped her neck gently and he could hear her moan and felt her writhe under his hands and mouth and cock. God, she was a loving woman... and she loved it... she loved it!
Kit could feel Anabel tremble like an aspen against him and he knew she would have fallen or simply sank to the bottom of the shower stall if he hadn't held her so tight. Christ! He couldn't wait much longer and neither could she. The warm water was still beating on his back in a steady pounding.
"Hang onto me, baby. I'm going to turn the water off. Hang on." Kit eased his long, thick raging prick out from under her slick vulva and his hand reluctantly left her breast as he twisted a little so he could shut off the water tap. Then he realized that Anabel was still soapy in places. Carefully he turned her so the water would wash over her quaking white firm flesh. He turned her and rinsed her like a small sleepy child and she let him with no protest. Anabel's eyes kept opening and then fluttering closed. She was in a half trance and tiny whimpers escaped her lips now and then.
At last he had her rinsed and clean, free of soap. He shut the water off. Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the last drips of water splashing on the tile could be heard. Very gently he pulled her over the lip of the shower stall and stepped out of the cubicle onto the deep white carpet. Kit caught up a great thick white bath towel and began drying her, blotting the water drops from her perfectly white flesh. He kissed and caressed the tender skin as he went, and Anabel was trembling violently at every touch of his lips. He murmured reassurances and love words that she must have dimly heard for she was clinging to him, her white hands clutching.
"That's it, baby. Lift your leg up and let me dry you," he ordered. Her flowing red hair was damp on the ends from contact with her wet shoulders and he even dried strands of that between his toweled palms.
At last they were both dry. Kit threw the towel across the room and turned to lift Anabel in his arms. She was propped against the edge of the counter, her head down with the fiery hair swinging forward around her face. Her hands were gripping the counter's edge, her legs splayed out like a doll's that had lost the support of an owner's hands. Kit felt his whole groin lurch and his gut tighten... which made his cock strut upward and out even more. His butt gripped automatically, jerking his prick straighter than ever upward. He could see Anabel's red-haired pussy slightly open, all pink and moist and tender, her huge breasts still heaving with her breaths that came whining and ragged.
Grabbing her around the waist Kit lifted and set her on the white counter top. His arms went around her and Kit buried his mouth on her whimpering one that trembled under his. As he kissed her deeply, his tongue darting and dueling with her little pink, wet counterpart; his hands were all over her satin smooth back and buttocks, smoothing the soft flesh and tracing imaginary bastions of her bodily defenses. When his hands reached to clasp those white orbs of her little ass he clutched her tighter and jerked her into him, sliding Anabel's long thighs around his waist.
Jesus! He was never going to make it to the bed. Her pink pussy, all rimmed with fiery hair was open and pulsing moistly. Kit could feel it! Releasing Anabel's lips at last, he looked down and slowly brought one hand around to guide his screaming, jerking, throbbing pole that jutted out so strongly from his hairy loins, straight into the hot, wet cavern of her opened cunt that was seeping magic juices to ease his way.
Kit caught his great bull cock in one hand and poised it just an inch from her pulsating coral fleshed cunt, all swollen and open for his penis. He could see every hair, every slick pink surface all engorged with lust and fire.
The inner lips were visible too, doors upon doors opening to his onslaught. Christ! What a woman!
"Ohhhh... ooooohhhhhhhh, Kit... "Anabel mouthed words but very little came out of her mouth that seemed to be unhinged somewhere vital at the back of her jaw. She felt her legs wrapped around Kit's waist and couldn't even remember how they got there. There was something prodding at the entrance to her vagina. Looking down she saw the mammoth, throbbing shaft, vein laced and pulsing, the great head all purple and oozing drops of liquid lust. That enormous organ was probing at her vitals, nosing its way into the depths of her body. It was going to plunge into her belly, deep up inside her private flesh. Oh God! I can never contain all that gigantic length and bulk, that great animal genital that looks so menacingly brutal... so capable of doing terrible damage to my tender inner tissues. She'd be ripped to shreds inside. No woman could ever hold all that. It was inhuman!
"That's it, baby... that's it...." Kit crooned softly. "Open it for me... open up... I'm going to fuck you like you've never been balled before! I won't hurt you..." Her eyes were like huge, glazed green pools.... a film of fright over their clarity. Easy... easy, now." Kit pushed the head gently inside just the labia and felt the soft flesh close hungrily around his huge impatient pole. Looking down again he wanted to bite and lick all that fiery red, curly hair and suck that sweetly dampened cunt flesh... but another time. He grunted and shoved in a little. Anabel groaned... whether in appreciation or pain he couldn't tell. He only knew he had to get it in all the way... shove it out the back of her pretty, white, vulnerable neck. Christ almighty! It was even better than he'd imagined. Just barely in, Anabel was as unyielding as a vise, gripping his rod like a life line with that hot flesh.
"Oh, Kit... I... I'm... oh... please... don't hurt me... I'm... I'm frightened..." Anabel still wasn't sure if the words she thought in her head were the ones that came out of her inadequately working mouth. She only knew that it was too late... too late for everything. Kit was going to fuck her. He was partly in and she could not have dislodged him if her life depended on it. Her wanton body was past the point of no return and in her delirium she was glad... glad that his huge prong was entering her ravenous flesh. He felt so warm and hot and demanding and she had to have it now! No matter what the cost, she had to have it!
Nothing else mattered but the feel of Kit's hot, hard body and her own fainting responses under the glaring light of a strange bathroom. She could feel the counter top under her bottom and the hard strength of Kit's body where she clutched him with her raised thighs in a close grip. Oh God! Beautiful... so beautiful... His lean waist and hips felt so strong and masculine under her legs, the muscles taut and ready. She could see the soft brown body hair fringing in a line down his hard belly to the matt of hair just above that life giving shaft, sunk partly into her opened cunt. Anabel suddenly wanted him closer, deep inside her belly. Her legs tightened and she moaned again.
Kit caught Anabel's little ass in his hands and slowly inched even closer to her opened flesh, stabbing his cock straight into the hot, sticky, clasping depths of her pussy. "Goddd... OOOOH, baby... Gooddddd!"
Slowly the tight flesh gave way before his stabbing as he pushed inexorably into the inner sanctum, the deeply hidden well of her body. The counter top under her ass was higher, stepped up a good four inches above the rest of the counter... as though made for a man to stand-fuck a woman.
Suddenly he couldn't stand it. He'd teased them both long enough. Kit shoved forward hard and sank his aching prick inches deep into that secret grotto, far, far up inside the citadel, that temple of delight, that promised land, the real Nirvana. Oh Jesus Christ! Oh god! He could feel the tiny fingers of muscle go to work on him immediately, closing around him as he pushed, like millions of anemones closing on an enemy... to gorge on it and eat their fill. Jesus! How could Anabel be so mind blowingly tight after having had two children? It must be that small pelvis, those sleek hips, round but without an ounce of extra padding or width. The result was a vagina that could milk a cock half the size of his.
"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW... AAA-AAHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOO... OHH-HHHH..." Anabel screamed and threw her head back, her long, slender, white throat making a bow strung too tightly. She felt Kit's mouth come down on her throat, groaning, the hot breath searing her skin. The pain from Kit's huge prick was terrible. Even opened like this, he hurt terribly. Oh god! She knew he was too big. My little vagina was never made to hold such an instrument of torture. The doctor had told her that if her babies hadn't been small, she would have had to have a Caesarian. There just wasn't much room there. How could she ever hold that mammoth thing that threatened to come out the back of her throat.
"Shhh... it's all right... Christ! Hang on to me, baby ..-stop that howling .. "Slowly Kit eased out a little, the tight cunt flesh closing after him, trying to hold him inside. The channel of her vagina was the tightest he'd ever felt. No wonder she was howling... but, Jesus! he couldn't stop now! Nothing could have stopped him now. Just for the sheer pleasure he eased almost all the way out, keeping the head still sunk inside. She was still squealing and crying out. Kit's hands dug into her hip flesh brutally and he plunged again into the close constriction of her hotly clenching pussy. Anabel's tight hole simply devoured him, closing on his aching cock voraciously. It might hurt her a little now but his was going to be the best god damned fuck she'd ever had! He could guarantee that!
As Kit eased out again, Anabel could feel his mouth close on her right breast and bite the nipple viciously just as he lunged again into the depths of her belly.
"GGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD." She screamed even louder. Her poor little pussy was being ripped apart and the feel of his hard mouth on her breast only made her inner muscles close even tighter around that enormous rod that impaled her so harshly. She was stuck on him... he was wearing her on his manhood like an ornament!
Kit shoved harder in and out of her elastic cunt, that, tight as it was, received him and opened under his blasting assault. He could feel her soft thighs tense and harden around his waist as he sent his slicing cock deep within the hidden caverns, deeper and deeper to the very root of her lubricated passage. He withdrew and plunged again, then withdrew only far enough to make his thick shaft rub the inside of her vagina with quicksilver tendrils. Then in and out he stroked, her pelvis beginning to rotate madly, her satin soft ass grinding up to him.
Kit's mouth continued to bite and chew and suck on her breasts, hardly bothering with which one but both nipples got their share of his hot mouth that teased and tormented them so mercilessly. Anabel could feel her own inner passage tighten and clutch on his huge prick, somehow timed to the convulsive tremors from her breasts that were activated by his voracious tongue and mouth and teeth. "OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooh-hh," she wailed, feeling the bloated sac of his testicles smack against her upturned genitals where she sat, her thighs spread and then wrapped around his hard hips, clutching him ever closer.
Anabel no longer cared about the mores of the strict society she'd been brought up to believe in. She didn't care! All she wanted now was the driving, filling, lasciviously hot pole of this too, too solid flesh inside her needing body. Never had she felt so free... so abandoned... so loved!
Grinding it in, Kit's hips made a rotary motion, literally screwing the length of his hard cock into the tightly milking depths of her passage. Spirals of scintillating lust were wreathing up his rigid, rapier sharp, blunt headed prick and then mushrooming inside his heaving groin and belly. He continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his turgid penis ever harder and deeper in her blazing cunt until it seemed he must be battering the womb beyond to ribbons of tattered flesh. But Anabel's moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock ruthlessly, her long legs clenching him feverishly.
"Take it, baby..." Kit panted. "Fuck... oh god, yes ..-FUCK!" The pace of his pistoning cock increased and his hard arms were crushing her ever closer, his hands digging into whatever part of Anabel's white flesh that happened to be under their insane grasping. Oh, Jesus! There had never been anything like this! He was going out of his frigging mind!
"Ohhhh, Kit... hold me... hold meeeeee!" Anabel was weeping and wailing now in the throes of a passion that she'd never felt before. Her whole body was aflame with the waves of sheer animal lusting that blotted out everything but this bliss that washed over her. The pain was miraculously gone; replaced with the most exquisite pleasure and rapture her aching body had ever known. Was there some strange justification here... was she only blotting out the shame and degradation of Hal last night and her body's unmistakable response to his perverted love making. This was what she'd needed. She'd needed to be loved by a man who liked it this way... normal and right. A man who knew that a woman needed filling and holding and loving. Oh, how could she have been so awful to Kit? He was good and kind and he cared for her. She knew it then.
Kit began to fuck Anabel in earnest. He was getting close! Oh god, he could feel it! She was wet and open and the cuntal muscles fitted as closely as another layer of skin, rippling forward to grab him on the instroke and then sucking so hard on the outstroke that Kit felt as though his whole insides were being sucked out through his cock head! His hands clutched her bare little ass again and he could see her body wrapped around him in the mirror behind her. Anabel's arms and legs were wrapped around him like tentacles and he was being sucked deep into the depths of her body! Kit would not have been surprised to find himself shrinking, drawn inward into that blissful hole between her beautiful legs!
"GOD... OH BABY... JESUS... fuck harder... just FUCK... HARDER... OOH... OH, God, YES!" He couldn't hold on much longer. Kit knew that he'd waited so long for this that his staying power was shot. But, then, she was almost there. He could tell from the soft bubbling sounds spilling from her throat and her mouth ravenously slathering his shoulders! Anabel's hands clutched him and her legs clenched in a murderous grip around his body, her cunt inching up to his driving pole as though she were going to climb right off the counter and hang onto him, connected only by his flesh so deeply sunk in hers!
Anabel was not even aware of the foul words that tumbled from her lips in the exultation and ecstasy of the moment. She was delirious with joy... the joy of being fucked by a real man who used her so well. "OOOHHHHH... fuck me... fuck me, Kit, darling... fuck me harder... fuck my pussy harderrrrrrrrr... OOOHHHHHH!"
Kit felt her nails digging into his back and knew that before he was through with her, those nails would leave narrow bloody little furrows! Christ, yes! Let her claw! He pumped the length of his thick cock into her with such force that were it not for the stabilizing power of his great strong hands clutching her pale ass cheeks so fiercely, he would have shoved her straight across the counter and into the mirror behind.
Arching her back, her long throat curving backward in her feverish reaching for the ultimate ecstasy, Anabel thrust herself on the imbedded arrow of Kit's long, rigid penis that battered her so exquisitely. Her flaming hair fell like a waving sheet of fire down her corded spine. She felt Kit lean with her and a bolt of enraptured lightning shot through her as his tongue lashed out once more to sear her turgid nipple and then the teeth, the sharp rapture inciting teeth, sank into the sensitive areola as the head of his manhood beat insistently at the very entrance to her womb!
"GAHHHHHH... AAAHHHHH..." The eerie sound came out her own mouth and then Anabel felt Kit's strong arms lift her back to the hot shelter of his chest and his hands grasp her buttocks and lift her off the counter entirely as though he were going to dive straight into her vaginal opening after his great burrowing penis!
"GGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD... I'm.... CUUUMMMMMMMMIIIHIINNNNNGGG... oh god... FUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" The anguish in Kit's voice and the sudden boiling hot spew of sperm hit Anabel's cervix like a white hot torch of liquid fire! It triggered and ignited her own, barely repressed, burst of orgasm. A dam gave and floods of warm, ravishing, laving, convulsing, spiraling, soaking, lapping, rippling, sensation racked her body in wave after wave of breathtaking rapture!
"AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHAAA-AAAEEEEEEIIIIIEEEE... OOOHHHH... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAGGGGGG!" The screams tore from her throat successively higher, layer on layer of rocking, tearing, teasing, blissful, volcanic pleasure shook her body and poured from deep in her chest in verbal expression.
"CUMMMMMMM.... CCUUUUUUUUMMMMMM-MM... BABYYYYYYY... CCCUUUMMM TOOOOOOOOOOO..." he yelled.
"YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..." Anabel screamed back as their arms and hands and mouths clutched, squeezed, their organs exploding and firing and dynamiting again and again in the throes of the earthquaking eruptions of their bodily ecstasy! Anabel's teeth found the strong muscle on Kit's corded shoulder and sank into it gratefully, Kit's hand pushing her tangled red head deeper into the straining flesh there.
Kit knew the world had ended and he'd wake to ashes and devastation... for his own cock was still firing the blasts that shook its foundations! The streams of hot lava, white hot and scalding, were still spurting into the tight channel made to receive him! His balls still pumped in great spurts, sending the floods bulleting down the constricted tunnel of his long, thick firing cannon cock, locked into place in Anabel's milking, sucking, drawing, clenching cunt that forged around his prick in spasms of iron muscle!
The muscles in Kit's legs were straining and bulging in huge ridges, for he held Anabel still, his arms supporting her weight under the buttocks and her legs clenched around his torso like flesh parentheses. The strength was pouring from him out the nozzle of his mammoth cock and the nerves and muscles in those big legs began to twitch and jump.
At last the spurts of blissful joy began to ease and decrease and Kit felt so weak he thought he'd fall. Staggering, he turned blindly toward the door and stumbled through it. Holding Anabel's head still buried against his shoulder, his cock still sunk deeply up in her belly, her legs clasping his waist, he staggered toward the huge white bed. Aiming as best he could he fell across it face down, with Anabel still clinging to him like a limpet. His last thought was how soft her body felt beneath him, the great breasts cushioning him so well...
CHAPTER THREE
Six o'clock! Six and this burg was practically empty! Christ, did they all crawl into their holes right after the shops closed? Hal flicked his cigarette ashes out the window as he drove aimlessly up and down the streets, almost empty now and deserted of life. He'd had a busy day and was tired. Anabel was nowhere to be found. He'd called the house several times and the office just as it should have been closing; he had even driven by her place just now. Nothing. Her mother had no telephone listing. Just like that old biddy to have an unlisted phone. Damn! He needed to talk to Anabel. The results of last night's meeting were important to him. You'd think she'd realize that.
He pulled up in a parking place by the little post office. There'd been a lot of research today, talking to janitors, cab drivers, police officers, bartenders. Hal Crichton had found out a lot of things about a lot of people. Yes, sir. He flipped his cigarette into the gutter as he rounded the corner to go into the main entrance of the P.O.
Abruptly he bumped into a woman standing stock still in the middle of the sidewalk. She was standing there just staring at him, frowning when he walked right into her before he knew it.
"Don't you have any manners? Would you throw a lighted cigarette in the corner of a room?" She looked up at him crossly, brown eyes snapping, arms akimbo on her hips. A small feisty woman with fire in her eye.
"You're right... arrest me." Hal threw out his wrists to her, face up, as though she were a policeman and he was giving himself up. What luck! It was Doris Kandlebinder, chairman of the Planning Commission. About time he had some luck too.
"Why you're... you're Mr. Crichton! I remember you from last night. Do forgive me for not recognizing you right away. I do tend to get carried away... about trash in the streets, I mean. It costs so much these days for street cleaning and..." Her voice dribbled away as she looked up at Hal who was smiling amiably.
"I know. The cities are having terrible problems all over. If you remember my presentation last night... that's one of the things our firm would take care of in this development of the Bello property. The city of Del Monte wouldn't have to spend a dime on street cleaning there." He grinned down at her engagingly, wondering how he could keep her interested, detain her a while.
"Your company seems to want to take care of everything." Doris smiled but the sarcasm in her tone was unmistakable.
"Look, if you're not going to arrest me, Miss Kandlebinder, then I think the least you can do is let me buy you a drink," Hal shot back with a queer lopsided logic coupled with a brilliant smile that appealed to her.
"I was just on my way... maybe another time," her tone was reluctant. "You see, I occasionally go up in the mountains to... well... a sort of retreat. I was just on my way up there."
"One drink," he countered, "and I'll speed you on your way."
The small bar across the street was dim and cozy with a fire going already in the corner fireplace. Hal ushered Doris in and seated her so she could be close to the fire. Doris Kandlebinder seemed to like the attention.
"Tell me about your retreat up in the mountains."
"Well, it's quiet... and away from everything. Unspoiled. I guess I'm inclined to be a little too high strung, energetic. Sometimes I just need to get away from everything." In a small town a widow had to have some outlet that people couldn't gossip about. If she so much as had dinner with a man here it was all over Del Monte a few hours later. Anything more than that, and she'd be off the Commission in nothing flat. How lucky she'd been to find Garrapata Springs. Strange that it had come through the agony of Daniel, her son, turning hippie.
"What sort of place is it?" Hal asked, taking in her bright brown eyes and delicate features, the small well shaped head with the brown hair cut in a clinging cap. Suddenly his evening was planned. This woman had influence in Del Monte and she was lonely.
"Strange in a way. Primitive. Just family style dining. Rustic rooms. A pool. A small temple." Doris sipped her drink and looked at the almost beautiful young man. He was Southern California. No mistaking that but he was the handsomest man she'd seen in a long time.
"Sounds like heaven to a man from Los Angeles. You seem to know how to live here in Del Monte."
"Yes... I suppose we do. Maybe that's why we're so jealous of anything or anybody coming in here with... progressive ideas."
"But progress doesn't have to be ugly," Hal laughed. He leaned toward her intimately, looking straight and earnestly into her eyes. "And dinner with me doesn't have to be the talk of the town."
Doris looked startled and almost jumped. It was as though he'd been reading her mind. "But... I... have reservations... I told you... I'm on my way to Garrapata."
"We... could have dinner there..." Hal let the slow words sink in, watching her face, his eyes going to work on her. She blushed and looked away uncertainly.
Doris took refuge from his eyes by concentrating on her drink. My god! She was acting like a teen-ager on her first date. But then, widows are in as uncertain a position as young girls just starting out. Her instincts told her that Hal Crichton wasn't asking her to dinner for nothing... or for just herself. Doris knew she was at least five years his senior. He looked as though he probably went for the starlet type and she hadn't been that type even when she was sixteen. Still... he had asked her. After all, she went to Garrapata for men... and here was one who wanted to go with her. Doris wasn't naive. Yet it might be interesting just to find out what he wanted from her besides a quick lay. For starters, he probably wanted her influence.
The evening breeze blew softly in the car windows. Doris leaned her head back against the leather seat and let the wind ruffle her hair. Music from the radio drifted up.
"By the way... I never talk business with men I fuck," she said casually.
Hal threw back his head and laughed, reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'd say there's no question but that you came originally from New England."
"As a matter of fact, I did," Doris laughed with him. Yes, whatever Hal Chrichton might or might not be, he was going to be just right for what ailed her. Certainly that wasn't the reaction she'd expected from him... but she'd found that flat statements of fact rather an effective gambit with cocky young men. Either it scared them out of their wits and they took off like terrified rabbits or they stayed all night.
Doris knew it was a line she used when she was more than ordinarily affected by a man, too. It was a defense thing... to shock not only the man, but herself, into some kind of honest perspective. Her blunt New England talk made her see what she was doing in the right light.
Garrapata Springs was situated on top of a mountain in the rough folded hills behind Del Monte. For years it had been a place of healing and retreat. The Indians had used it centuries ago. The Spanish had used it too. In the 1900's it became a health spa for the wealthy who only played at roughing it. Later it was briefly a ranch and then the Mason family bought it and turned it into a camp. Finally old man Mason died and his heirs had let it lie fallow and empty for several years. An enterprising group of educated hippies made a deal with those scattered heirs and it was now a retreat... not only for drop outs, but monks and pseudo monks, health food nuts, vegetarians, contemplatives and bored alienated people. Doris used it for therapy. There were others who did too and no one questioned them as long as they were mildly discreet.
An eerie wailing and chanting punctuated with the sound of jangling bells greeted them as Hal swung his low car into the narrow drive and through a small copse of trees. A small sign said simply AUTOMOBILES down a path away from the bell sounds. He followed it and parked in the small pasture designated. A number of vehicles, mostly small buses, were already there.
Doris couldn't help but contrast the quiet and the decorum and consideration at the community Garrapata table with the lack of those qualities at the interminable dinners she had to endure as chairman of the Planning Commission of Del Monte. Long loaves of heavy brown, home baked bread were passed, steaming bowls of vegetables grown here in the rocky soil, a huge mushroom and cheese casserole. There was an earthy Tightness to the meal. The various people around the table literally broke bread together. There couldn't have been a more divergent gathering. Young monks with shaven heads and saffron robes, beautiful hippie girls with long, flowing hair and simple, long skirts and bare feet, some with babies. Hard, bronzed young men with long beads and shaggy hair and a sprinkling of straight people like herself and Hal Crichton. Even the hard-sell, balding, paunchy salesman across from them with his bleached blonde, false-eyelashed chick was quiet, though he pushed the unfamiliar food around his plate distastefully. Doris ate it with relish.
After dinner, everyone helped clear the table, and Doris took Hal to the springs. Small rustic wooden buildings were built over the bubbling natural sulphur springs where one could steam and soak, then rinse and swim in the large natural pool fed by clear mountain springs untainted by the rotten egg smell of the sulphur.
Hal tried breathing through his mouth but it didn't help much. God, what a smell! Doris was laughing at him again but he didn't care. Jesus! What a guy had to go through these days to make a buck! Nevertheless he followed her into the weathered building. In the small anteroom with rough pegs and wooden benches she started shedding her clothes as casually as if she'd been alone.
"The smell is ghastly. You don't have to go in if you don't want to." Doris grinned over her shoulder challengingly.
"Hell, yes. Don't know when I'll get the chance again," he replied, knowing it was a ready made opportunity to soften her up.
Her simple wool shirtdress came off and Doris stood in a cobweb of lace half slip and a matching lace bra with huge strawberries embroidered right over the nipples. She hadn't changed clothes since Hal had picked her up in downtown Del Monte which meant she ran around all the time with sexy underwear hidden under that plain dress and trenchcoat! This might prove much more interesting than he'd hoped.
"I... ah... guess the procedure is to get the clothes off?" Hal asked.
"That's the general idea," she answered mockingly, slipping off her shoes as though performing a strip for his benefit. Those strawberries on the ends of her tits drew Hal's eyes like magnets. She was a little bit of a thing and in that dress she looked at least forty, but without it, she dropped a good ten years.
Carefully she slid the fragile lace petticoat down her hips and let it drop to her feet in a soft puddle of white lace. Hal stopped untying his shoes where he sat on the bench. Christ! She was a miniature Venus! Her lightly tanned skin glowed in the dim light as she stood on the white lace bra and matching lace bikini panties with a whole patch of strawberries embroidered right over the pubic area. Small as she was, her breasts threatened to spill completely out of the bra and her hips curved in a soft swell down to the tiny befruited bikini.
Doris always enjoyed the amazed simpleton look that came over a man's face when she stripped off her everyday Del Monte staid dresses. Her penchant for interesting and provocative lingerie was well worth the price it cost. Doris had long ago realized that you literally could behave any way you wanted if your outward appearance aroused no suspicions. That was why she'd always felt that Daniel had been stupid to go so glaringly hippie... though it had been through his living in Garrapata for a while that she had discovered it. Her twenty year old son had long ago moved on to a commune in Taos, New Mexico; but she had a place to come that couldn't possibly jeopardize her position in the community of Del Monte. A respectable widow had to make out somehow.
"You're much more progressive and modern than you lead those poor boobs in Del Monte to believe," Hal said slowly, his eyes feasting on Doris' firm, tanned, erotic body. Christ! Under all that dull exterior this gal was a swinger!
"Expedience, Hal... expedience," Doris whispered, her arms slowly twisting behind her to the fastening of her strawberry bra. Her eyes were focused on his handsome, movie star face. There'd been lots of men in the past two years after the long dearth following Harold Kandlebinder's death. Oh, she'd tried lots of things... week-ends in the city, conventions, trips... but they were all expensive and left her open to being caught and her position in Del Monte jeopardized. None of them had proved as satisfying as Garrapata. The men here were not the kind who lived in Del Monte... just as Hal Crichton was not the kind to stay here. Besides he had a vested interest in keeping her secret. He wanted her vote for his development. That had become obvious on the drive out. Well, if he was really good... she might just give it to him. If it wasn't this development, it would be another eventually, anyway.
"Doris... I think you're a clever woman... a clever and lovely thing." Hal rose and unbuttoned his shirt, enjoying the double strip as their eyes dueled and the tension built up. He enjoyed towering over her and challenging her sovereignty. Yes, he was going to have a far more interesting evening than if he'd found Anabel. To hell with her. She was probably over at her mother's with the kids... playing the wronged divorcee. Well, let her.
The shirt came off Hal's broad shoulders and he turned to hang it on a peg. Doris watched the muscles ripple as he moved. His skin was smooth and taut and his belly hard and flat, the big chest very wide and the pectorals beautiful on each side of the matt of black chest hair. She felt her pussy twitch delightfully as her eyes swept down over the bulge in the front of his trousers.
Her hands jerked the bra catch decisively and she stood smiling up at him as she let the flimsy little lace bra fall away from her large firm breasts. Hal's eyes widened appreciatively as her breasts popped free, for they were as tanned as the rest of her and were capped with large penny-brown nipples like giant sand dollars. The straps slid off her arms and she dropped the bra behind her on the bench. Her small, brown hands dropped to her thighs and slid very lazily up her tanned hips to the tiny, indented waist and up to cup those big round breasts that were far too large for those tiny fingers to contain. Her breasts were offered up like a double feast for Hal's gluttonous eyes. Triumphantly Doris heard him gasp and swallow.
Suddenly his hands shot out and his hard fingers caught both her nipples at once and pinched and twisted them painfully. A dagger thrust straight up through her cunt at his brutal twisting of her nipples.
"Ohhhhhh..." She howled, pushing at his huge forearms with tiny protesting hands. "Don't... not yet... OHHHHHHH!"
Something in her eyes had set Hal off. Some sneering kind of superiority that he couldn't take. Christ, he'd had enough of sanctimonious, superior women with Anabel. This baby liked to crack the whip too and he just wanted to establish the pecking order right away. He pinched the nipples again hard and then let his fingers relax and begin to stroke the hard little points and milk the heavy flesh around them with a gentle touch. Her howling stopped and turned to mewls. Hal leaned down and kissed her for the first time, one arm going around her little warm body and the other continuing to soothe her breast.
"Oooooo... oohhhhh," she sighed into his mouth as he released her, and she savored his responses to her titillation. Yes, this man was going to be better even than the hard young men she usually bedded with here at Garrapata. Anabel may have gotten the assistant's job in City Hall that should by rights have been Doris' but maybe usurping that red headed snip's man was an even better triumph. That long legged innocent wouldn't know how to handle a man like this. It was only a question of time before Doris would get the job anyway. An outsider couldn't possibly know where all the political skeletons were hidden, where the bodies were buried as Harold used to quip... so Anabel was bound to goof rather badly without that essential knowledge.
Doris made a contented purring sound deep in her throat. Her hands slid over Hal's great muscular shoulders as she let herself be swept against him. She could feel his hands slide inside the bikini panties, cupping her buttocks. The panties soon fell to her feet. She stepped deftly out of them without breaking the kiss he held her locked in, to his hard body.
Hal could feel her busy little hands working at his belt and unzipping his fly. His loins churned and a sharp stab of lust, like a twinge of pain, cut through his genitals as her tiny hand loosened his pants enough for them to fall to his feet. Like darting hummingbirds, her hands were wriggling inside his shorts to capture his huge erection. Jesus! It was going to be a pleasure to do business with Doris Kandlebinder.
"Get them off," she panted. "Let me see your great big beautiful dong!"
Hal bent and stripped the damned things off in one motion and kicked them aside. A muffled little squeal escaped Doris' lips as Hal's great brown rod rose up from the tight binding that his swift movement had torn away. Her little hands closed around it frantically and she jerked it up and down in hard shucking for a moment.
"A great big man with a beautiful big cock!" She taunted.
"Big enough to satisfy two your size, baby!"
Doris laughed shrilly and pulled away to go through the opening to the springs where the smell of sulphur was overpowering. Hal followed her... his penis poling out in front like an animated log, a lever that, caught in the right way, might lift his whole body up.
She was cautiously easing her small feet down the slippery little bank of a dirty looking pool, brownish yellow and steaming. She looked up and beckoned Hal, laughing at him.
"Come on in," she said huskily. "The water's fine."
Hal stared incredulously at the steaming bubbling pool coming up from the bowels of the earth. It was close and hot in the weathered shack and the steam rose in little columns. Christ! That was liable to boil his balls!
"That stuff looks like it's boiling!"
Doris was in over her ankles, her brown breasts bobbing enticingly as she took small mincing steps. Hal stared in amazement... not really believing that she was going into that messy looking guck... but she kept descending as he watched, the brownish water inching up her naked flesh.
"You're crazy."
"Is the great big man afraid?" Doris mocked.
"Smart," Hal snapped back.
"Once you're in, it feels wonderful!" Visibly holding her breath Doris suddenly ducked so that the murky water came up to her breasts and they floated like two buoys in the steaming water. Hal finally waded in, grumbling.
To his amazement, it did feel good. Hot as hell, at first, but no hotter than a good steam bath. The bubbling of the water was like a swirling hydro-bath, the motion both soothing and titillating. A sensuous warmth seeped into his bones and he could feel himself relaxing in the murky depths but he didn't think he'd ever get used to the stench.
Suddenly he felt something prod and then curl around his prick! Jesus! Looking up he caught Doris laughing at him again, her foot twisting around his cock like a snake. He reached down and caught the tiny foot and pressed it into his throbbing organ.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she breathed. "That's nice."
Hal's other hand came out under the warm cover of the water and found her naked thigh. Doris felt the big palm and fingers slide over her hot wet skin, caressing her buttocks and belly and then stroking downward to her pussy. Her foot was still clasped against his naked stalk of throbbing, pulsing penis as his hand insinuated through her pubic hair to the slit and one finger dipped inside teasingly.
"OHHHH... hhhhhh... yesss, lover..." She breathed as that big digit began a slow exploration of her pussy lips and clitoris while his great bulging rod beat a timed tattoo into her arching foot.
"Now, I like this place a little better... it's going to be all right..." Hal muttered as his finger found the erectile clitoris and he rubbed her tiny foot all over his aching prick. The combination of the hot bubbling water and the limber almost prehensile foot rubbing his huge erection was exciting and he could feel his pole growing even larger. The pulsing increased!
"That's good, baby... very good..." Even the stink wasn't so overpowering now. The dirty looking water that smelled so bad did have a strangely soothing, yet stimulating effect.
"Ohhh... Hal..." Doris sighed as her pelvis arched, throwing her cunt up to his pillaging finger as it teased, circled, pressed, and rubbed her sensitive clit and slid back and forth the length of her whole slit.
"Come on... let's get out of here." Hal panted. He climbed out carefully, rising ape-like as out of some prehistoric swamp, his cock strutting out like an enormous clubbed weapon. He turned and reached his hands down under Doris' armpits and pulled her up. The rivulets ran down her naked flesh, over the mountains of her breasts, down the valley of her belly, off the steeply curved hips.
Hal pulled her up beside him and crushed her wet, female flesh into him, catching her mouth with his, closing by a murderously aggressive passion, those mocking eyes. His hands and arms clenched the curved, rounded, naked body into him, the great brown eyed breasts mashing into his dripping chest, the rounded hips shoved close so his pulsating prick was pressed fiercely into her soft belly. It beat there, trapped and captured by their cleaving wet bodies.
Doris felt Hal's forcing, lunging tongue stab into her waiting mouth and the shivers of anticipation race madly up her spine like millions of silverfish. The hot, healing water and his equally hot, handsome male body seeking hers brought such an incredible lassitude and warmth that she was almost fainting. She could feel her nipples, hard as two tiny mole noses, shoved into the iron muscled chest, the hairy haven, wet and naked and panting with need!
Hal felt an unearthly sense of time, their two rutting bodies rising out of some primordial slime, cleaving and clawing and clutching, flesh pressed into flesh, as it had been for millennia! Some ancient, pagan, instinct that had been ritualized and codified and shaped into legends and myths. All the centuries and all the bodies and all the generations stretched yawning back to that earlier era lost in the mists of antiquity... even as the mists and steam surrounded them here.
An even more necessary urgency was on them now. Doris felt it as Hal fucked his long, thick tongue into her wet, panting mouth. His hands clenched her flesh painfully, bruising and kneading and clutching her ever closer. The breath came snorting out their distended nostrils and the mists rose around them.
She pushed hard against his huge, hairy chest and tore her mouth away reluctantly. Her eyes burned up, questioning his bright blue ones that glittered obscenely in the dim light. She wetted her lips and whispered huskily, "Hurry... let's rinse... this way..."
Hal kept his hands on those curved hips, naked and wet and slippery, as he followed Doris out the small door at the end of the rustic wooden shack. It was dark outside but a few small, burning torches lit the edge of a large natural pool with great rocks rimming its edge. She slipped from his grasp like a seal and plunged into the depths of the clear pool and swam away from him toward the far end. Only then did he realize that there were several other couples lounging on the rocks, almost blending with the natural setting... naked animal bodies lying on the rocks as naturally as if they had been seals.
He was left standing there naked, his cock strutting out so huge and distended from his hairy loins. Christ! He'd been skinny dipping before but never with perfect strangers. Without thinking, he dove in after Doris and the shock of the icy water after the heat of the sulphur springs almost knocked him out. His whole body, every pore, every cell shrank from the shockingly cold mountain water. He came up for air as fast as he could and swam hard to the other end of the pool.
Doris was treading water and laughing as he swam furiously up. "What you trying to do... ? This damn pool is icy! I'll get pneumonia!"
"If I'd told you... you'd have argued about coming in here too," she laughed. "You won't die... the shock is good for you... closes the pores."
"I'm beginning to think you're sadistic as hell! What is this... an obstacle course?"
"Come on, cry baby... race you to the end of the pool!"
She was off before Hal could catch her. His arms shot out in a crawl and he was rapidly gaining on her lead. At least he'd be rinsed of sulphur after this. But he was getting madder by the second. That damned air of superiority and expertise she had... trying to make him foolish and inept and bumbling. Just wait... by god!... wait till he got her alone in the cabin... away from all these languorous hippies lying on the rocks, looking at them curiously. He could feel their half amused eyes watching lazily.
Doris felt Hal catch her just about the middle of the pool. His hard hand shot out and grabbed her around the waist and turned her to the side of the pool. Unceremoniously he dragged her out of the water and the night air hit her, drawing giant goose bumps over her flesh. She wasn't laughing now. Maybe she shouldn't have been so brutal about enticing him into the icy water. It had been funny though to see his face, the handsome features distorted with anger and discomfort.
Hal stepped out on the rocks, slinging Doris over his shoulder like a sack, and marching back to the door of the shack. He didn't give a damn how ridiculous he looked! He'd had just about all he was going to take from this dame!
"All right... you've made your grandstand play, cave man!" Doris panted when they were in the shack. She was still hanging over his shoulder like a bag of meal. Squirming, she tried to get down, her hands pushing at his back futilely.
Hal ignored her squirming and simply grabbed their clothes and marched out through the door they'd come in. God damned bitch! Making an ass out of him in front of those damned hippies. It wasn't their opinion he valued, necessarily, but he was damned if he were going to be made a fool of by any damn bitch! Doris was beating on his back now with little clenched fists, and yelling.
"Put me down... Hal... stop it... put me down!"
Marching furiously now, Hal stalked through the trees to their cabin, the trees brushing his head with low hanging leaves, the small branches scraping Doris' back where he held her hanging carelessly, his arm wrapped around her knees. There was an eerie chanting from the monks in the night air.
He didn't bother with the door knob but kicked the rustic redwood door in as though it hadn't been there at all. Turning briefly, he kicked it shut again, dropped their clothes and threw Doris down on the rough, striped wool blanketed bed. She sat up immediately, still yelling.
"Now, what was that performance all about, Tarzan!"
"You wanted to fuck, baby... and we weren't getting anywhere out there!" Hal grabbed her shoulders and threw her back on the bed.
"Look... you big ape... no one asked you here. This was your idea!"
"On the contrary.... I think it was yours. Maybe this is how you get your kicks... bringing guys up here to harass. Well, no god damn prick tease is going to make me look like a boob!"
"I don't think you're in the best of positions to criticize. God, you are a baby!" Doris snorted and started to roll off the other side of the bed.
The sight of her naked, rounded, pale brown buttocks, still damp, with water droplets trickling down her sides, triggered something in Hal that had been repressed. The shame and sting of her barbs were like poison arrows and a fury came over him from the sharp pain of her contempt. God damn bitch! All women were bitches! And this one was going to get it if it was the last thing he did! She was going to be hurt the way he'd been hurt... for all the hurts seemed to boil up inside him at once! The hurts from all the years of his life...
"Babies may be what you're used to.... but you've tangled with a man this time!" Hal reached out and slapped Doris across the bare rump with his hand, making a resounding whack.
"Owwww... you maniac... that hurts!"
"You are damn right, sweetheart..." Hal stared down at her wildly as Doris rolled back over holding her red buttock with her hand. "A man has got one of these..." He waved his great, rigid cock like a sword. "And it was made to hurt!" He stood over her like a giant... a maddened giant with an old score to settle.
Doris stared up at the menacingly enormous tool Hal was waving. Something had changed in Hal's face. The suavity, the unctuous charm were gone, the pleasing and amusing mien, the salesmanship. What was left was vicious and hard and aggressive and it sent a little stab of fear through her. Instinctively, she spread her legs in submission and her hands came around to slide along the edges of her pussy lips as her hips undulated invitingly.
"Stop being mean..." she whispered provocatively.
The sight of her spread thighs culminating in the sacred triangular fleece of her soft, damp, brown pubic hair and the opened warmly, red and swollen cunt lips sent a visible jolt through Hal's loins. His huge erectile penis reacted automatically and jerked upward even further. He could see the moist seepage that was not water from the pool, but her own inner secretions, slicking her labia invitingly.
Christ! Hal knelt on the end of the bed and kneed up between her splayed legs, like gates to the inner sanctum sanctorum, the temple of delight, the Valhalla of bodily ecstasy. He stared down at the undulating, invitational submission of Doris' opened body... but the anger was still in him. The anger and frustration of all his thirty five years. For once he held back, the hurts were still too near. He leaned forward and drew his thickened, turgid prick straight up through her vaginal slot, moist and slippery with excitement.
"Ohhhh... oh, yes... ohhhhh, lover..." Doris moaned softly,, feeling the exquisite pressure of the mammoth cock head sliding deliciously up through her sensitive flesh.
Suddenly he drew back and stood by the side of the high bed. "Turn over!" he commanded harshly. Doris looked up at him uncertainly. A rush of strong warm confidence flowed through him. That was better. With her off balance for a change!
"I said turn over... turn over and back up to me!"
"What... what are you going to do... come back here... on the bed with me..." she begged in a soft whine.
Hal's hands reached out and he grabbed her brutally and threw her naked body over. "God damn it... I said... turn over..." The breath was panting harshly through his lungs now and the sadistic gleam of anticipation and vengeance was in his eye. He jerked her pale brown ass back to him, spreading the bent knees wide, so her little crinkled asshole winked up at him like a crumpled eyesocket.
"You wanted to fuck, baby," he said grimly between clenched teeth. "Well, I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! I'm going to fuck your high and mighty ass!"
"Noo... oohhh, NO!... Hal... lover, please..." The thought of that enormous, animal-huge prick sunk in her tiny, defenseless asshole was terrifying. God, he'd kill her. It would be difficult enough to take that mammoth gigantic organ in her cunt... but her asshole was unthinkable! Doris shook with fear. Oh god, she shouldn't have teased him so! But how could she know he was so sensitive? Suddenly... a thought that hadn't even occurred to her before, hit her like a blow. Crichton. He must have some connection with that Crichton girl they'd hired in City Hall! Hired for the job Doris had wanted herself! The thoughts whirled and collided furiously in Doris' head... and then evaporated, wiped clean with an overpowering fear that shot through her. That huge cock head was digging at her asshole!
Hal stood looking at the tiny, inward drawn, elastic asshole, pale brown, a tight little bud and, as though in a trance, he aimed his giant pole and touched the soft, tight flesh. With a guttural grunt he poked his cock into the edge and felt the clenched muscular flesh give way before him, resisting fiercely, but unable to stay his prodding prick.
Doris' head came around to try to see what this maniac was doing to her that-hurt so terribly... but knowing already. It was as though her eyes had to confirm what her body was feeling for her to believe the unbelievable! She'd thought that he was still trying to scare her... exerting his masculine domination that she had challenged... but no... the idiot was going to do it! He was going to fuck her ass!
"God!" The expletive tore from Hal's lips at the incredible narrow tightness of her constricting, resisting asshole that felt so unbelievably good, clasping his blood gorged prick head like a vise. His hands caught her curved, round hips and he shoved harder, feeling the stricture titillate him even further.
"Shut up... shut up and keep your ass back here... high!" This was one fuck the bitch was never going to forget! God knows, he was never going to forget it! He'd heard about this all his life but never had the guts to try it before. But this time... there was no way out... and, Jesus! If this was any sample, he was going to have it again and again!
The moans turned to shrieks as Doris felt her whole backside flaming with excruciating pain! He was going to rip her apart back there! Split her open completely, halved like a cantaloupe! She'd be stretched to the breaking point and her soft flesh would shred before this brute's onslaught!
Christ! Hal had never seen such a voluptuous asshole. His sperm loaded balls tingled as he surged forward again, prying open the luscious little, tightly clenched moons, wider and wider. Hal grinned insanely down at his hugely swollen cock stuck in the end of Mrs. Kandlebinder. He moaned as he locked his eyes on the thickened, turgid pole which was slowly disappearing into the stretching oval opening between the quivering mounds. He jerked slightly, Doris screaming in torment again, as another small portion of his penis slid into the tender brown flesh; then as he stopped still, the anus drew out slightly, pucking around his impaling rod.
His prick was so hard, Hal thought it was going to shatter, and his balls felt as heavy as lead, throbbing and aching. The high and mighty Doris... stuck on his cock like a bitch in heat! God damn! Jesus! He was going to ram it to her good, like the squirming bitch deserved.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Doris screamed with each inch Hal pressed into her tight, hot passage. Her face contorted with the agony! She twisted her head from side to side, trying to see and stop his depraved assault on her defenseless, virginal rectum.
Hal leaned into it, sliding his hands up the small feminine body and catching one heavy breast, dangling under her propped body, his other hand sliding around her thigh and dipping a finger into her opened cunt. With finger firmly sunk in the moist pussy and hand anchored on the firmly full flesh of one breast, Hal lunged viciously into the gaping strength of her anal channel with a grunting groan and felt the reluctant flesh give... the ring of muscle pop and stretch and he was in all the way! Sunk straight up to the hilt, imbedded in Doris' clenching hole that clasped him ferociously!
Oh god! Doris thought she would faint from the pain! Was she being punished for her double life... respectable widow and community volunteer on the one hand and lusting bitch who went up in the mountains for the satisfactions of her lonely flesh? She'd thought she was so clever, keeping her secret with a sly deviousness. She was being punished unbearably for it. Even with the pain so unbearable, Hal's great distended organ sunk into her rectal passage, she could feel a salacious pleasure gripping her loins for his hands violated and titillated her prurient flesh so delectably. She was a slavish whore, prisoner in her own unthinking lusting body!
Hal's pelvis smacked loudly against Doris' quiveringly soft ass cheeks as, grunting still, he sank a half inch deeper into the depths of her anus. His balls swung hard against the hole of her vagina where his finger wormed into her. He could hear her screaming mindlessly now, wailing and weeping and making more horrible sounds than a cat in the throes of passion.
"Shove it back to me!" he ordered. "Shove it back!" "AAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGG... OOOOHHHH-HHHH... NNNOOOOOOOOOO..." she wept. Hal shoved his finger even further into the clasping, we walls of her vagina, pressing into her from two directions, finger in pussy and cock in ass! Christ. There'd never been anything like it!
Doris couldn't see and did not want to... the pain and the tears had blinded her so that Hal's command brought a response without her brain seeming to be involved. Slave-like, she screwed her buttocks tighter back upon his impaling member. Her breath caught in her throat, mid-sob, for the pain eased miraculously! The pleasure in her pussy and firmly kneaded tit was spreading to her ruined asshole. Suddenly she was reveling in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless rear! A choking sound came out her throat as her soft flesh grappled hotly around Hal's great organ. Rapidly now, desire was replacing the shame, humiliation and pain. Spasms of delight built with each buffeting charge of his stabbing prick!
Watching his wild thrusting into the split crevice of Doris' sensuously wiggling buttocks, Hal moaned, aware that her arching, back pushing ass was feeling not pain but desire. His lust increased proportionately and wildly! Her head turned to the side and mashed into the striped blanket, eyes closed, she was shoving her ass up and back lewdly. Hal dug his fingers deeper into the hairy folds of her cunt and heard her moan back appreciatively!
"Ohhh... God damn!! This is it... itttt... Jesus!" Doris heard Hall hiss obscenely as he increased the ravaging ass assault, his hands sending lascivious thrills through her naked flesh. Her breasts, she realized, were as swollen as his hugely bloated testicles and she could feel his fingers pinch her hardened nipple painfully and the needles of prurient pleasure shot through her in showers of fine sparks!
Fingers plunging soggily into Doris' juicy cunt with a sloshing wet sound, Hal pumped madly into her upturned asshole. The muscular walls of both cunt and rectum sucked him frantically, milking him, pulling him, absorbing him into the quicksand suction of her passion mad body!
Jagged points of ever rising sensation were building inside Doris and her whole body was a mass of sharp brittle, yet oddly melting, emotional peaks, like the softening snow on mountain tops or the dripping points of a sand castle. She could feel the coming slide threatening to wash her into oblivion and flatten her forever! Nothing... absolutely nothing had ever pushed her so far toward mindless eternity. Not the hard, shaggy young men who came here... not the furtive week-end liaisons in the city, not even the few drunken ski trips with the Sea and Mountain Singles Club. Whatever else Hal Crichton might or might not be... whatever his motives on this development thing.... whatever his association with Anabel, Doris only knew she had to have him again and again. He was addictive and she was hooked already! Whatever the cost!
She could feel the brutal make-shift penile organ of his hard fingers slamming into her aching pussy and almost meeting the downstroke of his huge beastly cock inside her body! The thin membrane that barely separated the lunging, foraging tools seemed too fragile to withstand their onslaught! Doris arched feverishly back and forth, forward to his digging hand and back on the mammoth vicious prick bulleting into her anus!
The driving rhythm increased and Hal could hear their moans keening up to a fever pitch and he rammed harder and harder, faster and faster! Glory was almost in reach! The pinnacle he'd reached for all his life and this time he was going to make it!
"Come on, baby .. buck it up to me... back it up... go!"
Suddenly Doris arched forward and screamed, an inhuman spiraling wail burst from her, as her hands reached under and almost shoved his whole hand inside her milking pussy! Hal could feel her spasms rippling through her straining body as he slammed like a huge battering ram into her asshole with all his strength!
The sound of her insane screaming and the lurching action of her thrashing body triggered Hal's own climax! Deep in his groin the gears meshed, the igniting engine rumbled, and the roaring started! The vacuumed fuel, under such terrible pressure, burst from his over loaded balls and began to shoot rocket bursts down the tiny channel at the center of his great rigid rod.
"GOOODDDDDDDDDDDI... CUMMM MMMMMMMMM... CHRIST... G G G G A A A AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... UUUUUNNNNNNNNN... NHHHHHHH H... CCCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMM M!"
Oh god damn! It was here! Hal felt the almost unbearable, zooming, joyous flood gush down his cock hole in thick hot streams deep into Doris' asshole, deep up inside her wailing, waggling, thrashing body! The pumping, humping, beating tidal wave was on him and he jerked it deeper into the clinging, milking, draining, pulling hole, far up inside, his cum pooling inside that pink hole and making manmade lakes in the deepest crevices of her convulsing flesh!
Doris' arms and hands were under her, clutching Hal's wrist and pushing that masterful hand deep into her bursting body that felt as though a thousand suns had exploded at once and the blinding light and roar deafened her ears and rendered her eyes near sightless and only her flesh could sense and react and feel! Oh, God, it was almost too beautiful to bear! Then she heard, above the roar, Hal's screaming and felt the scalding streams of his white hot cum bursting deep inside her and it was as though his hand and his great cock met and scourged her flesh simultaneously!... And she was only one great pulsing hollow that jerked to his tremendous beating! She wanted to devour him whole and suck him inside her womb to retain the beautiful flaming beat! Nothing mattered... the whole world fell away... and she was on a plain of light, joined forever in union, his flesh, hers and his!
As Hal pumped his boiling gallons into her, hand sunk in cunt and cock in ass, he watched the bubbling white overflowing cum trickle back and seep out around his pillaging prick and run down between her legs, wetting his hand... and joining his own wet semen to her flowing love juices!! Her pussy was clasping and pulling and convulsing around his deeply buried fingers and the very flesh seemed to devour him, to consume him and Jesus... he could almost grab his own imbedded cock through her flesh!
The lewd spurting prick in her asshole brought an even double rapture to Doris' greedy flesh. No orgasm had ever been so exquisite! The strange lascivious erotic and sensual emotion was of a kind that she had never even imagined! Sodomizing her and now she knew why sodomy was so depraved... it was too beautiful! Depraved and beautiful and perverted and salacious... and oh god, she had to have it again and again! She had to have Hal! This rapturous, blissful, gorgeous man! If only to keep him here, she'd vote to let the development go through... she'd even campaign to get other votes. He had to stay... stay and love her like this...
"Oh, god... Oh Christ... Baby... ughn... aaa-hhh... !" The glowing, blazing, arcing, rocketing, incredible bliss was ever so slowly decreasing and Hal could feel the hot spurts growing smaller and further apart... but her clenching asshole was milking him dry to the balls! The tightly clasping ass flesh was draining every drop from him, deliciously and totally! The great shuddering breaths came laboring from his chest and he fell on her, across the bed, deflating cock still sunk into her channel. Doris lay under his huge body like a crumpled doll that had wound down entirely, lifeless and still, except for a faint beat still in her bowels. The wind ruffled the branches outside and a lone owl cried in the night.
CHAPTER FOUR
Noble Morton leaned back wearily in his olive swivel chair. Anabel could see he was dog tired. He looked the way she felt... except that she doubted he had the terrible burden of guilt and shame she bore. She'd been snippy with her mother and irritable with the children and had even snapped at the janitor this morning. It would all never have happened if Hal hadn't shown up. Whenever he was around, everything fell apart and the world became complicated and unbearable. Why did he have to come here? Why hadn't he stayed in L.A. where chaos is a way of life.
"Now, Anabel, I must warn you... the mayor is going to do whatever is expedient on this Bello thing... the politically expedient thing... and this office may be left holding the bag if we lean one way or the other."
"Does that mean... we just do nothing?"
"Not quite. There's a lot we can do... but it has to be very circumspect. You see, we're rather unassailable if we let the council take the risks. We have a saying... 'the councils come and go with the elections... but the staff stays on.' We have to be the backbone... see that the city actually runs."
Anabel understandably sighed and rubbed her hand across her forehead. "Well, you know, I'm willing to do whatever you think I can, Mr. M."
"For one thing, we need information. You can sometimes get the information where I can't. Do you ever get to any parties... meet people like Nat Simmons or Arthur Bello socially?"
"Well, not so far."
"Then do. Any invitation that comes along in the next few weeks... take it. A pretty girl they may talk to... not to me."
"There have been some plans made at the Sea and Mountain Singles Club for a camping trip up into the Sierra soon. I wasn't going but if you think it's important..."
"By all means. You see... this is a funny town. They don't much trust me. I'm the first city manager they've had. But with you to get the information I might not have access to... we'll do a good job for Del Monte." He turned back to his desk and picked up a thick sheath of papers. The telephone rang shrilly. It hadn't stopped for days. Anabel was beginning to hate the thing with a passion.
The day was clear and a warm sun was shining by noon. Anabel walked up the steep street to the Hungarian's place. It was quiet even at lunch time and she needed some quiet to think. The last two days had been so turbulent she felt her brains had been short circuited and there was just a continual buzzing going on in her head.
Dawdling over her liver dumpling soup at a little table in the corner of the tiny restaurant, she tried to figure out what had happened. First Hal... and then Kit... what next? Was she turning into some kind of monster? How was she going to get Hal out of here... away from her and the children? How was she going to get this Bello thing killed without compromising her job. Noble had made it pretty clear that the office had to stay out of it. Listen and say nothing.
"You are much too pretty a girl to have to eat alone."
She looked up, startled, to find Nat Simmons smiling down at her in the intimate way he had. "I was rather enjoying it." The truth came out and it was a rude reply but the words were out without her even thinking. She had to stop doing that. Simmons was one of the men Noble wanted her to listen to... not antagonize.
"I'm sorry." Anabel blushed. "I didn't mean to sound rude."
"You can make amends." Nat sat down and leaned toward her, his eyes going over her as though he were assessing a property.
"Oh... ?"
"Having a few people out tonight... just a buffet, a few drinks... you come along and we'll forget you were rude..."
Anabel remembered Noble's words this morning even while she was framing a refusal. The last thing she wanted to do was go to a cocktail buffet at Nat Simmons house. She needed to be alone... to have an evening with the kids... to get her equilibrium back... to forget about all men, particularly Hal... and maybe even Kit. So far she was doing a lousy job of trying to remake her life. Besides, Nat Simmons was a leering kind who made her skin crawl. Still, her orders had been to get information for her boss. She smiled. "All right. What time?"
"I'll pick you up right after work." Nat Simmons grinned and reached out and squeezed the white hand lying on the table, cloth.
The two men in the corner of the bar were deep in conversation paying no attention to the game of darts being hotly played with whoops and shouts at the end of the narrow room. A pretty girl in a mini kilt came sashaying over to bring their refills. She got only cursory glances as she set the glasses down, pocketed the tip and made her way back to the bar.
"But, look, Arthur. Doris Kandlebinder is in the bag. She's going to vote for the property development. There's no question about it," Hal insisted. She was in the bag all right... but she was going to be a problem later. That hot widow thought she owned him already. Well, he'd just have to figure a way to handle her. When he got settled back with Anabel and the kids.
"But, she's only one vote. One vote isn't going to do it."
"You're forgetting Nat."
Arthur Bello took a long pull on his drink. There were times he wished to hell he'd never even started negotiations to sell the property. In short order he'd become the villain of the community and involved with people like Hal Crichton. He didn't much like him. Arthur had no particular prejudice against city slickers but this one was too damned much of a cheap hustler. Arthur doubted that Hal had ever done an honest days work in his life. Still... what the hell... he couldn't sit still and be bankrupted by the ridiculous taxes that went up every year. Arthur could see the handwriting on the wall. If it wasn't this development it would be another. The pressure was on and he held a lot of land. Land was becoming precious... not for what it would grow but for how many cheap subdivision houses it would hold. He wanted out. God damn it... he was tired, bone tired.
"What does Nat have to do with it?"
"I... ah... prevailed on the mayor... to appoint him to the vacancy on the planning commission."
"Well, I can see you hedge your bets."
"Damn right. With those two votes, I think we've just about got it wrapped up. They can pull other votes. With a seven member commission now, those two can pull two more and that's all we need. Cheer up, Arthur... you're going to be a rich man."
Arthur couldn't see much to be cheerful about. After this he'd have to leave whether he wanted to or not. Leave all of his life here, and his father's and grandfather's. Hell, it wasn't anything to be cheerful about. But a phony baloney money man like Hal Crichton couldn't be expected to understand anything like that.
"Going to make the Sierra trip?" Arthur looked up startled. Hal explained patiently that if you were going to influence people you had to go where the influential people went. The Sea and Mountain Singles Club was conservation minded and probably going to raise one of the biggest squawks against the development. Bello would have to join and prove to them that The Land Development and Improvement Company was in the thick of the conservation fight too. Hal didn't mention that Anabel belonged and he had to join her causes too if he was going to get her back... and by god... that was one other thing he was going to accomplish in Del Monte. He was going to get his wife back. For a rich guy, this Bello character was very dumb and naive. Well, what could you expect from an artichoke farmer?
"Oh, I don't know, Hal. I don't go to those things much. Got so lonesome after the wife died, I joined, but I don't have much in common with those people. Besides, I, don't think they'd exactly welcome me after this."
"That's where you're wrong, Arthur. You've got to take a more positive attitude. We have to persuade them, not avoid them. We'll need their influence."
"All right," Arthur said wearily. Christ! He'd be so glad when the whole damn thing was over. Maybe he'd go to Australia. Maybe there was some kind of decency left in a place that was still kind of pioneering.
Anabel's head was ringing when Nat Simmons picked her up after work. The phone had rung off the wall all day. That day had been just as hectic as the previous day. Kit had called three times and Hal twice. Anabel had simply refused to talk to them. The girl at the reception desk had told them she'd return their calls. It was a lie. Anabel didn't want to see either of them until she could sort her life out better than she had. Right now all she wanted was to go to bed and forget the whole damn mess for a little while. Even her mother seemed to conspire against her. She'd been delighted to take care of the kids when she heard that Anabel was going to a cocktail party at Nat Simmons' fabulous house in the forest. Status and money. Even her mother wasn't immune to their influence. Anabel felt a little sick to her stomach, and more alone than she'd ever been before.
It wasn't that she blamed Kit for her own transgressions but he had seemed so... well, so different. Brutal and aggressive and, well, selfish and hard. Yet... it was her own body that had betrayed her, she suspected. How could she blame Kit?
Nat glanced at the beautiful girl beside him. She was silent and very tired, he could see. Good. A few drinks was just what she needed... and what he wanted her to have. His eyes went back to the road reluctantly, but he could still see her in his head... luscious, provocative and ripe. Of all the women who'd come to Del Monte, this was the one he wanted the most.
"You look as though you could use a few drinks." Jesus. The thought of Anabel's red hair flaming on his white pillow came like a flash into his head.
"Yes... I guess I do," she smiled ruefully. "It's been pretty hectic in City Hall the last few days... thanks to you and your Bello development," Anabel laughed. Get him talking about it, she reminded herself, remembering why she'd come at all.
"Well, sorry about that, redbird, but it will work out best. We're going to win, you know. What this crazy ingrown town needs the most is new blood. Same damn people have run things too long."
"Nevertheless, you've certainly caused me a lot of work. I've never seen people so riled up."
"They'll get over it. Public memory is very short about this kind of thing. When it's done, they won't be able to remember Del Monte without the Bello development." Christ. Nat only wished the public memory was as short about people's private lives. If it were, he could have divorced that crazy woman a long time ago and married someone like this lovely creature beside him. Now that he had the house, the public image that he needed, a good standing in the community, he no longer needed that nutty alcoholic who'd been such a millstone around his neck. Besides, she'd gone through all the money a long time ago. The house had been all he could save. Now, though, he had the chance he needed. The Bello thing could be his escape route. This one deal would bring him enough money to put the poor bitch in the sanitarium where she belonged. He could get a divorce and no one would question his motives or malign his standing in the community.
"Well, I just wish they'd forget a little sooner. They're killing us down at City Hall," Anabel said.
Nat poured Anabel a drink and walked her out on the terrace. The Pacific lay before them, washing softly against the strip of beach that gleamed in the afternoon sun, low and orange against the deepening sky.
"Isn't that better?"
"Much."
Leaning against the balustrade, Nat eyed Anabel over the rim of his glass as she stood looking out to sea. The light caught her hair and turned it even more fiery, a blazing halo against her beautiful white face. The simple cream silk shirt dress clung to the ripe breasted slim body where the soft breeze flattened it like a second skin. Nat could almost feel those globes in his hands and see that burning patch of red fleece between those long white thighs. What a beautiful creature to grace this house. She belonged here.
"What a beautiful place. You must love it very much." Anabel said softly, still looking out toward the sea and the far curve of beach and hills beyond where a small bay formed.
"Yes... it is very nice..." Nat's eyes never left Anabel, taking in every curve and hollow.
"Have you thought what the Bello development will do to your view?" A little frown appeared between her eyebrows.
Nat turned, slipping an arm casually around her waist to look with her. "It will be miles away over there. How could it spoil my view?"
Anabel pulled back and stiffened a little. "Well, you'll only have houses around the bay over there, not hills as you do now."
"I'll have... compensations." His arm tightened around her.
Anabel looked confused and embarrassed and a little irritated. She pulled away and walked out of his grasp.
"Where are the others? Aren't they late?"
"They'll be along. I wanted you to myself for a little while."
"Will Mrs. Simmons be joining us?" she asked casually, sitting down on the wicker chaise and sliding her long legs up.
"No. She's out of town." Back in the hospital again being dried out! Nat had always used the "out of town" routine when the D.T.'s got her. And if the Bello thing didn't go through he'd have years more of the horror. Cleaning up her puke, holding her on the bed till the doctor could come, trying to keep someone in the house to look after her. By god, he'd paid the price a thousand times over for marrying money... the money she'd gone through.
"Oh... I'm sorry."
Two drinks later there was still no sign of other guests. Anabel began to get very suspicious. Nat Simmons was getting harder and harder to hold off. He kept circling her and closing in on her like a beast of prey. Anabel could feel the alcohol having an effect on her... and Nat's accidental brushing against her and touching her was getting bolder and bolder. She had to get out of here.
"I'd better go." She stood abruptly, putting her empty glass on a glass table.
"Not yet." He said it with a finality that sent a warning tremor through her. She looked into his crumpled, decadent face and the eyes gleamed through narrowed lids.
"I really must... my mother's looking after my children and I've been so busy this week, I've hardly seen them."
"And you've been so busy since you arrived in Del Monte I've hardly seen you. You've treated me like some cliche that should be avoided like the plague," Nat grinned, slipping a long tanned hand around her slender white throat.
Anabel could feel the pulse there jump under his touch and she began to panic, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. No matter what Noble Morton said, she had to get out of here! The only useful thing she'd found out yet was that the mayor had appointed Nat Simmons to the planning commission without even bothering to tell City Hall about it. There might be more to find out, but surely Noble couldn't expect her to stay under the circumstances. Her thoughts raced, hampered by the fuzzing of the alcohol. She remembered Hal. He'd never leave her alone if the Bello thing went through. She'd be right back in the nightmare she'd lived for nine years. Grimly she decided she'd better stay at least for a little while longer.
Nat pulled Anabel closer, his eyes boring into her wide green ones. When her mouth was inches from his he whispered silkily, "When are we going to fuck, baby?"
"I... oh... no..." Anabel's eyes widened in horror and embarrassment and she tried to pull away. "Never... no..." She felt the hand tighten ominously on her throat and the full sensuous mouth was on hers.
Nat gloried in the warm lips under his. At last. His hand tightened on her throat and his arm caught her brutally to him while his tongue forced between those ripe lips into the hot cave of her mouth. She was like a long legged, spirited colt that hadn't been broken.
Not again, Anabel thought wildly. It mustn't start again. Not another man still after what she'd been through the last few days! She could feel the threat in the hand at her throat and the hot urgent tongue in her mouth, exploring and probing, the hard lips crushed and bruised against her mouth. The strong arm around her was like a vise. Nat Simmons was much stronger than he looked with his thin, slow moving body, lazy and almost indolent. Oh God! What was she going to do now?
A rush of warm shivering anticipation shot through Nat from his groin to the back of his neck. Christ! She tasted like sweet grass on a hot summer day. Those breasts were like twin noses poking into his chest curiously, nuzzling him. His hand slid down the long throat, over the shuddering shoulder and down to the silken fullness of her breast. A great, sun ripened melon, needing to be bitten and savored. He clutched one round, warm buttock with his other hand and insinuated his leg between her long thighs, feeling the pubic bone against his rising, hardening cock.
Anabel was straining and mumbling brokenly and incoherently into Nat's demanding mouth. She had to get out of here! No longer caring what Noble wanted or even about trying to undermine Hal's plans on the Bello property. She only knew she must get away before her whore's body betrayed her again, for already she could feel the excitement rising in her like a distant signal! Moisture was already wetting her pantyhose and her breast was swelling under Nat's hard hand. A wanton whore! That's what she was! An abandoned harlot and she did not know how or when it had come about. She only knew she had to be purged, cleaned, and some kind of self respect regained.
"Nooooooo... Nooo... !" she screamed, tearing herself from Nat Simmons and running across the polished floor to the wide entry hall. It was as though a horror she'd never encountered before was pursuing her. The horror of her own sensuous and receptive body.
Nat felt her leave and saw her race across the floor away from him as though the devil himself were after her. Suddenly Anabel Chrichton was the key to everything... the key he had to have to unlock the years of misery he'd lived here in this mausoleum. There'd never be another key if this one slipped from his grasp. He'd be imprisoned with that drunken witch, doomed forever, chained like a slave. No! By god, No!
Anabel felt him catch her, his hard hands grasp her roughly and fling her back across the room. He was a monster! Her fall was broken by a huge Spanish table in the center of the enormous entrance hall and she fell against it heavily. Nat was on her before she could recover, pressing her back over the heavy table and she thought her spine would split and crack, bent back so brutally.
Nat pinned her arms and bent over her. Her breasts were heaving like round prowed boats in a storm and the button had come loose between them, revealing their creamy cleavage. He looked down at his beautiful prisoner, saw her eyes terrified and wide, her red hair flung out wildly. "Fuck, baby. I told you we were going to fuck!... You don't go until I'm through with you!... understand?... I've waited too long..." Nat panted. He leaned down and bit the nearest mound of her breast through the silk.
"Please... please... NOOOOOO O!" Anabel screamed, feeling the hot mouth wetting her dress and the teeth sink into her covered flesh. The nipple popped out obediently and erect the moment he touched her.
"No one else was ever coming, were they?" she wept helplessly.
"Of course not!" He raised his head and laughed harshly.
Her back was breaking and her head reeling from the alcohol and she felt more helpless than she ever had before! This maniac is going to take me like a common whore... the common whore I am! Oh God, what have I done to deserve this?
Nat said, "I can take you here... or you can be sensible and come upstairs."
Anabel just lay there, weeping helplessly. The nightmare was never ending. Finally she looked up at Nat Simmons' hard face, that no longer leered but looked at her triumphantly. He'd won and he knew it. The hard dark wood bit into her spine painfully and his grasp on her wrists was vise-like.
Tired? She was so tired she closed her eyes and simply let it happen.
The stairs he carried her up were long and winding and she could feel Nat's hard, trouser bound shaft hit her buttocks with every step. In her mind's eye she could see the long curving, tree lined drive in front of the imposing mansion. She tried to concentrate on how many miles they'd driven to get here. Somewhere she'd seen a telephone... but she knew it was futile... all of it was futile.
Nat set her carefully on the edge of the hugely canopied bed in the wide room that looked down on the sea. It was the master suite that no one had occupied now since the first year of his marriage. It was musty with disuse. He opened the french windows and the sea air blew through the sheer curtains into the huge room. Anabel sat, head down and defeated, where he had left her. The clothes were wrong. She looked like an unkempt shop girl. He walked deliberately to the huge closet and rummaged until he found a length of cobwebbed lace.
"Stand up," he commanded.
Dully Anabel looked up at him, unmoving. "Mr. Simmons... please... I don't belong here... please let me go... none of this makes any sense... I can do you no good..." the tears poured afresh from her pleading eyes as she whispered desperately.
"Hal Crichton was my husband," she cried.
"He's a common huckster, my dear... he could never have deserved you..." Nat reached out and pulled her to her feet. A strange desire had seized him. He had to see how she would look when she was mistress of this house. The Bello property could buy him this and he wanted a foretaste. Before, she had only been a broad, more beautiful than all the rest... but now she was something else. Much more than that. When he'd carried her up those broad, curving stairs it was as though he were bringing her to a bridal bed.
"But you're working with him on this... he's trying to get me to go back to him... there are the children... please let me go... please..." It had to be a nightmare. This wide room, the sound of the sea below, this strange, decadent looking man with his imperiousness. Something had changed in him too. He looked at her differently now.
"I work for myself... here..." Nat turned her to face the large pier glass mirror that stood near the bed. She stood disheveled, reflected in the huge oval mirror on its ornate stand. Nat stood behind her and let his hands slide down the buttons of her dress, slipping them free quickly. Deftly he pulled the dress from her and she stood shivering in the breeze in her beige bra and pale pantyhose.
She must be drunk, Anabel decided. Her head swam and she would have stumbled if Nat's hands had not held her. She watched in fascination as the long, aristocratic hands slid over her flesh. The flesh did not cringe... but warmed to his touch. The long fingers dropped her bra straps and unhooked the back catch and pulled the offending garment from her, spilling her breasts like white fruits, with ripe pink tips. Those fingers slid her pantyhose down her hips and thighs and the crisp, red pubic curls were like a wild stain against her white skin. She held her breath. It was like a play at a crucial moment and she could feel the tension building and her breath was caught somewhere painfully in her breast. When her legs were free of the hosiery, she stood naked before him, shivering and shaking and her eyes wide but almost unseeing, glazed with the drinks and unbelieving.
She stood in a trance and watched as his hands placed a long drift of lace on her head and it floated down her back to the floor. Anabel was framed in the thin, white cobwebs and the folds fell around her white body like a veil... a bridal veil. Nat's face was blank and carefully controlled as though he were seeing more than a beautiful naked girl with red hair in the mirror there. His hands caught her shoulders and he held her there, looking into the mirror in a strained silence that neither of them broke.
Finally she heard him whisper, "Yes... that's it..." Anabel was frozen... rooted to the thick carpet and seeing herself as a naked bride in the old fashioned mirror. It had to be a dream. Nothing else could explain. Was he mad... or was she?
Nat stood trembling as he held the girl. He looked strange to himself in the mirror... and she looked like a queen... not the common divorcee of a huckster... but a queen... not the hot redhead in City Hall that he wanted to lay... but a queen... She was unreal, as unreal as the naked vision he saw before him... a vision he knew revolved in men's heads from puberty on. Unbidden, his hands slid down to cup the warm, naked, thrusting breasts in his hands and the flesh felt hot and voluptuous, silken and erotic.
Suddenly Nat tore his own clothes off with shaking fingers. He threw them off in a fury while his eyes were glued to the vision before him that stood still as a statue, eyes glazed and unseeing.
The dream was broken for Anabel, feeling herself crushed into a naked male body, her mouth captured and lanced with a long, hard tongue and a great, enormous, beating sword mashed into her quivering belly, her naked breasts ground against a harsh, hair covered chest that heaved in muscular strength.
A moan tore up from deep in Nat's chest as he felt her naked loveliness against him and his hands bit deeply into the softly fragile flesh, the lace falling over them, finally dropping unheeded to the floor. His prick was screaming in agony, balls like boils, tender and swollen. He pushed her back roughly against the brocade covered bed and she sprawled back like a limp doll from the force of his arms.
Nat looked down to see one long, white, silken thigh still trailing to the floor, the other thrown out on the bed and a red triangle of hair was the apex, outlining her pink little pussy like a proper frame. Something shifted in his head and he groaned at the sight. That cunt was warmly open and seeping a faint liquid that gleamed on the naked flesh of her labia, swollen and pulsing. He threw himself on that opened-gated temple, his hands catching the smooth hips, his mouth clamped on the spot.
"No oooo... ooohhhhhh, noooooo o..." Anabel felt the hot searing breath and the hard full lips on her private parts. He was kissing her there! No... oh god, no... and then a knife sliced through her, hot and stabbing, straight up into her quivering body!
"Nooooo... OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaa-aaHHHHHHHHHHH... !" she screamed as she felt the dragon tongue plunge into her wet depths, sending the flamingly desiring, jagged bolts through her defenseless body to the core of her being! Oh god! He's french kissing me there! She shook with the sensation this strange man, who dressed her in lace and then kissed her opened cunt as he would her mouth, was bringing her weakened flesh. Helpless tears poured again from her eyes and she shook as the lightning flashed through her.
Nat tasted the all too real, hot woman juices of her flesh, the cunt flesh so open and inviting. He drew back to lick his tongue in darting flashes over the swollen cuntal lips, feeling his cock going mad, rising like a gigantic phoenix even higher, bulging and hard as Gibraltar!
"God... baby... mmmmm..." Nat crawled, from the floor where he'd knelt, onto the wide bed, pushing her thighs even further apart and positioning his head between them. The pulsing folds on folds of her pussy lay before his voracious eyes and hungry mouth. He'd never get enough of this tasty morsel!
The red target, slick with her juices, lay before him and he shot his stiffened tongue like a dart to the tender little, clitoris that stood up like a mini penis. His hard hands braced her thighs open in a split and he could see the whole, beautiful, pulsating, coral fleshed pussy open, the slit completely exposed even to the tiny crumpled, browned asshole like a dried flower.
"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... AAAAGGGG-HHHHHHH... AAANNNNHHHHHH... AAAAAA-AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Anabel screamed as an alien tongue, an alien man seared her flesh in fresh flames and the sky opened to her screaming and the jolts of delicious, lascivious lust shot through her in agonizing bliss! Am I never to be freed of this terrible need, the awful, vulgar, animalistic lusting that leaves me limp and helpless?
Nat licked and tormented the tiny clitoris unmercifully, swirling his tongue around it in fevered circles... tasting the hot ambrosia of her slickened lubrications on his tongue and savoring the lovely rutting smell and pungent flavor. His lips clamped around the tiny organ and he sucked voraciously, feeling the great bruising rod of his penis stabbing into the brocade where it oozed droplets of seminal fluid.
"NOOOOOO... NNNOOOOOOOOOOO... NNNO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her screams filled the vast room and echoed in the high ceiling. Jolt after jolt of salaciously blissful rapture richocheted through Anabel's whimpering, moaning, screaming, aching body as she felt the insane sucking on her very essence! She thought she'd faint from sheer joy. Her head drained of thought and only that vicious tongue was her guide. Instinctively her hips arched up and her loins quivered, straining up to that pleasure giving, enchanting mouth.
Christ! This one was never going to get away from him. This was going to be his, from now on, right here in this bed! This lovely whoring cunt was his and no one else's! His teeth bit gently into the sensitive flesh and he held the little clit captured between his teeth. Nat nibbled it tenderly and he thought Anabel was going to rise and fall back frothing!
The high ceiling with its cupids in white plaster seemed to melt before her glazed eyes until she was almost sightless and the flame between her legs grew and grew in intensity until she knew she would be completely consumed! Inadvertently, her legs raised and wrapped around that sleek head, that worldly, sea lion head feeding at her opened trough. Oh God, I am depraved.., perverted and depraved to want that gluttonous mouth on my pussy... to want him to shove that whole head inside my aching body!
Nat felt the long, beautifully white ivory thighs close around his head and his hands came under the rounded orbs of Anabel's buttocks and he lifted the meaty, pink slippery flesh of her cunt to his lips and sucked hard on the juicy opening. The soft red curls of her pubic hair tickled his cheeks deliciously! God damn! There had never been any eating pussy like this!
Quickly, Nat caught his breath and then trailed his tongue down the seeping slit to the tight little asshole, faintly brown and crinkled so closely. He licked the orifice, circling it with fresh saliva, then stiffened his tongue and lunged into the tight little bud. The tiny nether twat resisted, so he shoved harder until he poked his tongue completely inside and he was fucking her ass with his tongue feverishly.
"AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHHH-HHHHHGGGGGGGGG... AAAGGGHHH!" Her screams grew louder and wilder. The horrible sounds seemed not to come from her own mouth and yet they did, her breasts heaving as she threw the sound out of her open mouth. The incredible sensation of Nat's tongue in her asshole was driving her crazy! She had to be mad! He's fucking my asshole with his tongue! He had to be mad too, to want to do such a dirty, perverted, lurid thing!
Nat sucked and fucked and licked her asshole maddeningly and she was coming right off the bed any second. He'd never seen a broad so worked up before. Jesus! That Hal must have been nuts to give up this filly. She was going to be the best god damned fuck Nat Simmons had ever had in a long life of good fucking. Licking his lips, he returned to the flowing vulva and sliced the whole slit with his tongue, cleaving her groove with his tongue as though it were a particularly delectable piece... which it was!
Pushing up and almost kneeling, her long legs still wrapped around his head, Nat sank his tongue into the pulsing depths of her wet pussy and it went in with a wet sucking sound. His finger found her just tongued asshole and he wormed the digit in as he swirled his tongue inside the upturned cunt. Christ! This was what he'd always needed in this bedroom. A real bitch... snotty and cold as hell in the drawing room and hotter than a whore in bed.
Without warning, Nat turned and lay back on the brocade, carrying the round assed Anabel with him, his tongue still sunk in that gorgeous pussy until she lay over him, her ass cheeks spread and her cuntal lips open above his face. Moving his face away briefly, Hal caught his breath.
"Take my cock, baby... put your mouth around it and suck it while I suck your pussy... take it!"
Anabel lifted her head dumbly. Nat's great, upstanding penis, blood gorged and vein laced, greeted her eyes. It was a huge pulsing spike that gleamed a weeping eye at her, right below her face. She could see the mammoth thing springing out of his pale brown haired loins, jutting like a huge, barely contained engine. It pulsated and jerked faintly even under her stare. The wrinkled sac of testicles lay beyond, floated and swollen with semen. Oh, yes... yes... that was what she needed.
Eagerly opening her lips, she wrapped her slim, white fingers around the huge purpling head and shaft. Lowering her head, Anabel took the great pole in the warm shelter of her mouth and tasted the animal tang of his moisture that seeped like thin syrup from the tiny slit. Her tongue licked around the head, not wasting a drop of his seepage and she heard Nat choke and groan.
"Yesssssss... oh god, yessssss... that's it, baby... yessssss!" Anabel sucked gratefully on the enormous penile head, holding onto it tightly with her little hands. And she felt Nat's moans become muffled in the aching void of her cunt as his tongue plunged again into her opened depths. This must be what they called 69. He sucked her pussy while she laved his cock lovingly. It was beautiful! Hal had begged for this too and she'd always put him off and thought he was mad and sick and completely perverted. If only she had known the joyous, lascivious, beautiful rapture!
Nat scoured every inch of her cuntal mouth, savoring the nectar that flowed from deep within her body and feeling the muscular walls trying to rip out his tongue by the roots! He went to work with a vengeance, feeling the unbelievable bliss of Anabel's warm, ripe mouth blowing his cock with real feeling! God, yes! He'd been right about this one! She was the hottest thing he'd ever had! Hot as her wild red hair! Even though his face was buried in her pulsing, pink pussy so that he could see nothing, he could imagine the beautifully snooty white face sunk over his aching cock, the full ripe lips contorted around his rigid stalk. For, feeling it, he could almost see it in his head.
Her head dropped further over his almost bursting shaft and Nat felt Anabel's little tongue flick out and bore into the tiny opening of his glans, burrowing into him! A muffled groan tore from his chest and his hips lunged upward, driving the steel rod even further into her open, too filled mouth. His mouth sank even further into the innermost recesses of her wet, frantic cunt. Nat could hear the moistly oral sounds of their mutual sucking in still room. The lewd sounds resounded in the darkening, salty air that blew through the opened windows.
Anabel moaned with abandon as she sucked the large glistening cock that sawed between her lips as she felt Nat tear into the tender pink flesh of her insatiable pussy. Her hands stretched out over Nat's hairy thighs and then back to cup his balls gently. She cradled them and held them as though they were precious. Straining, Anabel almost swallowed whole the huge, rock hard pole that jerked in wild rapture under her tongue and mouth. The great penis pumped between her puffed cheeks as it threatened to bury itself up to the pale brown pubic hair in her gagging mouth!
Caressing his balls, Anabel withdrew her head, then leaned down to lap the hairy bloated sac, licking it and laving it with her tongue. Then, coating his cock with sweeps of her hungry mouth, Anabel caught the big stalk that beat in her hands and shucked it up and down hard until she heard Nat's cries blast into her own aching pussy, muffled and trapped there by her rapture reaching tissues. Her saliva dribbled freely down the upstanding prick as she began to suck it hard again and felt Nat plunge even deeper into the depths of her body with his maddened tongue!
Breathing hard, Nat pulled his head back enough to blow into the seeping, seething opened cunt over his face. His hands caught her rounded, white ass cheeks and he drew her even further over him so that the palpitating, pulsating cunt was sunk deeply over his mouth and nose and the wetly red cunt hair tickled his cheeks. He heard an agonized gasp as her mouth closed even tighter around his penis. Frenzied now, she began to chew him excitedly while her ass sashayed lewdly under his hands, her pussy screwing down even harder on his face! Wickedly he thrust even deeper into the fleshy folds of her vaginal opening, probing and stabbing and fucking her deeper and deeper with his tongue as she moaned and mouthed his cock so luridly and magnificently!
Anabel clenched Nat viciously with her soft, warm thighs and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue, clenching him and clasping him as hard as the bands of muscles could. She was almost ready to cum! He could feel the muscles ridging in her back and she was pulling savagely on his cock with ever increasing pulls of her greedy mouth. Slashing hard, he tore into the soft, wet flesh anew, hardly able to breathe with her pussy so tight over his face.
Lapping back and forth wildly over her pulsing clitoris, Nat could feel her go insane, clamping her hands around the base of his cock that she couldn't quite get in her ripe mouth and forcing that mouth ever further over his prick until he could feel the head brush her tonsils! She was choking and gagging and moaning deep in her throat. Nat's breath was spewing in little grunts deep inside her, muffling into oblivion. He reamed her little button of desire, her tiny clit, while she churned and lurched and swayed, grinding herself lewdly down upon him in a frantic butt twisting rotation as she strained.
Nat pried her thighs even wider and spread her ass to the breaking point, his tongue scouring her whole pussy insanely. It was everywhere, asshole, clit, vulva, vagina, even licking her beautifully white ass cheeks. Plunging again, he dove into the soaking wet folds. He felt the rubber band tight muscles clench his tongue viciously!
The night air hit his cock as Anabel's head raised and she screamed and stiffened. "I'm... I... AAGGGG-HHHHH!... OHHHGGG... G G G O D DDDDDDDDDD!... I'm Cummmmmmiinnnnggggggg."
Her cries hung in the room and kept echoing in Nat's head as he felt her strong mouth enclose his cock again and begin to suck him so hard. Her whole ass gyrated and the soft explosions of her orgasm twisted his tongue where it was deeply sunk into the abyss of bliss.
Suddenly he could no longer hold it! The crazy rush of sperm along the narrowly constricted tube of his cock was a tumultuous explosive surprise. All of a sudden, the gates simply opened and his huge load was freed and roared in a blinding flood down through his prick with the speed and screaming joy of a freight train down a long downhill straightaway. The roar in his ears was deafening and there was no stopping now! He was crashing his great hot boiling load into her receptive mouth!
"MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH .. Nat gurgled against her exploding cunt but she understood, for she pulled and sucked, swallowing frantically to try to guzzle all his hot spurts as they came zooming out the tiny opening of his enormous cock that choked her. Thrusting deep, she tried to suck every molten drop as it came hurtling out into the back of her throat!
Anabel groaned, her head bobbing feverishly, as she tried to suck the shooting jets of hot lava and not spill it back down the great shaft. She could feel the torrents wash her as she lurched and ground her aching, expanding, slushing pussy down over the beautiful tongue and mouth that still sucked her as the skyrocketing bliss went on and on in her star strung dynamiting body! Oh god! To drink him as he swallowed her rapturous pooling... to drink each other's blissful essence like honey! It was the end of the whole world and she was disintegrating into tiny molecular ecstasies that would whirl forever and ever! Nothing mattered except this eternity they created between each other's legs in the age old position of ecstatic oral love!
The sea pounded against the white sand in the night air and a slow moon crept out from behind a cloud even as the sun died completely on the horizon, drowned in the bliss of the ending day, to gather hotly again and rise on the morrow.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kit screeched his Porsche to a stop on the side street by Harriet Fellows' house and slammed out of the car. Anabel was the one who wanted the Sea and Mountain Singles Club to help kill the Bello development and this meeting had been called especially to discuss ways and means... and she was nowhere to be found! He didn't know what the hell was going on with that wench but he was god damned well going to find out! He cursed and muttered to himself as he picked his way through the ice plant and scotch broom to the garden entrance to Harriet's house.
Anabel hadn't returned his calls all day. Not at home. Her mother would only say that Anabel was suddenly needed to do some work for her boss. Obviously the old lady knew more and just wasn't saying. Kit had driven all over town looking for that damn Anabel. You'd think, after last night, that woman would have a little more consideration.
The meeting was assembled and the wine being passed around when Kit knocked on the glass door. Harriet looked up and smiled radiantly at him, rushing to open the door.
"Why, Kit. We thought you had unexpected duty or something."
"No... just got a little hung up." Kit grinned sheepishly and tried to edge around the room to a vacant seat without disturbing anyone, but all talk stopped while he was greeted and hands were shaken and it was a good fifteen minutes before order could be restored and the meeting begun again.
Kit pulled out his sheaf of notes and pencil. He outlined what the proposed development would entail and what it would mean to the community and what would be adverse for the community at large in the intangible value of the open land lost, not to mention the wildlife and the balance of nature.
The uproar started then as they all said virtually the same things about the whole, hated project. Yet venting their collective spleen was not going to get them anywhere. Normally Kit would have interrupted and gotten them back on the track but he was restless and mad as hell that Anabel wasn't even here.
Kit looked around at the faces glumly. God, he hated meetings, he suddenly decided. That wasn't true normally, but tonight he just about hated everything. The same old people saying the same old things and not a practical workable suggestion in the lot.
Harriet excused herself. With a swish of her long, flowered cotton skirt she went to the door again. Kit tried to keep the discussion going. Hell, they were getting nowhere. At this rate they'd be here all night.
She brought in a tall, dark man, elegantly dressed, and so handsome he looked like he belonged in Hollywood. Kit hated him on sight. Phony. Pure phony.
"Excuse me for interrupting... but we do have a new member I don't think everyone's met as yet. This is Mr. Hal Crichton, and he is with the Land Development Company that will develop the Bello property when and if it's approved." She ushered Crichton to a low chair and poured him a glass of wine. There was a stunned silence while she did her hostess duties.
Kit sat as though struck dumb. Crichton! Good god. This must be Anabel's ex... and right here in the camp of the enemy. He was with the damned company that was trying to push this thing through. Kit crossed his legs and tried to marshal his thoughts and arrange his face in some semblance of composure before he looked up. So, maybe this was why Anabel had been so strange the last few days... but she sure as hell wasn't out with the guy now. He was here. Now Kit knew why Anabel was suddenly so interested in saving Del Monte from a fate worse than death. It was to get back at her ex!
As Harriet straightened up Kit could see down her peasant blouse practically to her navel! She looked different tonight. He realized then it was her clothes and her hair. Younger and gayer looking. Her dark hair curled around her shoulders... that long skirt and the soft white cotton and lace blouse drawn around her shoulders that showed plainly that she wore no bra. Well, what had happened to good old Harriet? What the Hell? Had she been mesmerized by the charming Mr. Crichton?
"... and therefore progress is not necessarily a dirty word." Hal leaned forward, smiling, gesturing effectively with his wine glass. Kit could see that the older women in the group were already won over. They were all simpering at him. Kit was getting madder by the second!
"Can you give us some concrete examples of progress being clean, Mr. Crichton?" Kit intervened smoothly.
"Well, I'm sure we all don't want to have to live with oil lamps again for one thing." Hal chuckled and there was an appreciative ripple of laughter.
"Ecologically, I think that might be a debatable point right now. I nave some facts and figures on the amount of land consumed by the power companies over the past hundred years... then there are the dams, the hydro electric plants, the nuclear plants... along with their attendant vices.... if you'd care to look them over." Kit said venomously.
"Well, I think the real issue at hand here is a small piece of rather worthless land that isn't even very nice to look at. This is the way it looks now..." Hal spread out a photograph of the rows of artichoke plants when the plants were dormant and dead looking, the weeds growing up around the bedraggled plants. "Now... this is what we propose." He held out a large ink rendering of the proposed development with greens and trees and slow curving streets and tastefully designed houses that did not look at all like their neighbors. There were large open areas and even a small park with a bridge over the little river and twisting paths. The artist had done a good job of fudging on the angles and focusing on the attractive planes of the houses. There were rather amazed murmurs of appreciation.
Kit could hardly contain himself. That phony unctuous bastard! These damn people were being taken in by all this stuff too. Christ! This was supposed to be a conservation group and they were all ready to capitulate to a slick L.A. shyster the moment he dropped a little charm on them. This was getting them nowhere.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Kit, "I believe that you can find that kind of drawing for any subdivision in the country. Needless to say... the finished product never lives up to the sketch. Harriet looked at Kit warmly as she passed a plate of cookies. "Kit's right, you know. It's amazing what poetic license an artist can sometimes take. I move we send a resolution to the city council requesting that they strongly object to the proposed development without further study by locally interested groups whose lives will be ultimately affected by this use of the Bello land."
Hal tried valiantly to change their minds amid the immediate flurry of talk and objections, but the motion went through; so he left shortly afterwards. Kit, seeing him sneak out, hurriedly went into Harriet's study. He closed the door and dialed quickly, if Anabel was home he had to reach her before that bastard did. But she was still out. Damnation! Well, at least she wasn't with that oily prick!
Kit was slumped in a deep arm chair, drafting a resolution to the council when he realized that the hum of talk had stopped entirely. He looked up wearily. Harriet was quietly sitting across from him with her shoes off and her feet tucked up under her skirt.
"Where'd everybody go?"
"Home, I guess. Let's see how dry your powder is, partner." She reached for Kit's clipboard, smiling warmly. Her breasts fell forward as she moved and Kit was uncomfortably aware of them, naked and full under the soft cotton.
Silently he handed the board to her with his notes. He got up and stretched, walking to get the kinks out. Christ! What a long damn day! While she read, he went into the study again to use the phone, knowing it was futile. It was. Anabel was still out and her mother didn't know when she'd be back. Jesus! It was almost midnight. He wandered back into the large, low ceilinged living room.
Harriet was still curled up reading. She looked up and smiled again. "Is she still not at home?"
"Who?"
"Whoever it is you keep trying to reach. I'm glad she isn't home. Look, Kit... this is fine..." She indicated the stack of notes on the clipboard in her lap. "We're lucky to have you. You did a rather adroit job of putting that Crichton man in his place too, I must say." Harriet stretched and stood up.
"I'd better be going."
"I just told you I'm glad she isn't home. Now we can have a walk on the beach."
Kit looked at her for a long moment. If that wasn't an invitation then he'd never heard one before. She was a rather pretty woman... in fact tonight she was damn pretty. He wondered if she'd left the bra off for him. Looked as though it wasn't for anyone else.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not that tired," she answered softly, her deep blue eyes looking up with a faintly beseeching air.
Hell, Harriet was a good gal but... well, why the hell not? Anabel was off with somebody. He didn't for a moment believe she was working.
Kit looked Harriet up and down solemnly. "We need people like you in Del Monte, Kit," he heard her say. "I feel the right way about all this... I mean about trying to keep out the big operators and subdivisions but all of us seem to be whining and impractical when we try to say something about it. You say it and it makes sense even to hard headed business types."
"You want to take along a coat? We'll discuss it on the beach." Suddenly he wanted to walk to the beach with Harriet Fellows. He wanted to walk until he was tired out... to walk until he didn't see Anabel Lee in his head anymore.
The moon was up and shone in broad rippling streaks of silver across the lapping waves that washed softly into shore. Harriet, shoes in her hand, walked barefoot beside him, a huge old wool shawl wrapped around her bare shoulders. A small wind blew her dark hair back from her forehead. She resembled a ship's figurehead.
It was late. No one else was visible and only a few tiny lights at the far end of the beach. They walked hand in hand, talking quietly. Kit began to relax a little. Harriet was a quiet, relaxing woman, and right now that was what he needed.
"I walk here every day. I'm grateful my father built the house so close to the beach... strange the primitive need we have for water. I mean, aside from the necessity. It's almost primeval... maybe because we know that all life came out of the water," Harriet mused.
Suddenly Kit felt strangely drawn to this quiet woman. He slipped a comradely arm around her shoulders as they walked. Harriet looked up at him and moved closer, her arm catching his waist and they walked silently like lovers along the hard sand. It was like another time, another place, the moon casting eerie shadows, the loneliness of the beach, Harriet, barefoot, in her long skirt and shawl. It was all strange and yet familiar.
Kit pulled her to him and kissed her. Harriet made no silly objections like Anabel. Her arms opened and as he held her, she wrapped them both in the warm isolation of the big shawl... Harriet's mouth opened softly under his, and Kit felt her lips tremble.
Suddenly there was assuagement for the ache in his gut that had plagued him all evening. His arms tightened and he was kissing her wildly, almost cracking her ribs. Kit felt Harriet's fingers pressing into his shoulders eagerly, her mouth taking his tongue gratefully. She sucked his tongue and probed back. They stood locked for long minutes, bodies pressed, tongues dueling, arms holding. There was only the moon to see.
"Oh, Kit!" she breathed as finally his mouth slid down her cheek to her throat and kissed from ear to collarbone. Kit felt his hardening erection rising to a bulge inside his pants. He pressed her into him, one hand feeling the roundness of her buttocks under the soft, long skirt. Harriet was good medicine. In the moonlight, one soft, white shoulder appeared where the shawl had fallen away. Kit's hand caressed it and then caught the drawstring of the peasant blouse, remembering she wore no bra. Urgently his hand found her full, white naked breast and closed on it as though it were his last hope.
Harriet shuddered and moaned faintly as Kit's hand found her man-starved breast. The sensuality of a man's palm there at last made her faint and she swayed slightly, eyes closing to savor that kneading hand that hardened her nipple to a turgid attentiveness. "Ohhhhh... Kit..." she breathed again softly.
Her breast was carved marble in the moonlight, white and cool to the sight, but warmly blood coursed and alive to the touch. With a low groan, Kit lowered his head and took Hie pointed dark tipped nipple in his mouth. Immediately, her hand came up to press the back of his head... to press his mouth even deeper on her full swelling erotic flesh.
Kit sucked desperately, his tongue laving the quivering nipple, his saliva wetting the whole dark area. She tasted like sun warmed honey. He drew the hot, hard little nipple into his mouth and tenderly nibbled the fiery little tip. She swayed and trembled at his touch, dropping the shawl unheeded on the sand.
"Wait," Harriet whispered.
As Kit's head came up, he saw her eyes glittering in the moonlight. They were wide and grave and held his as she gently withdrew from his arms and stepped back a few steps. Slowly and deliberately Harriet drew the soft blouse over her head and her arms lowered and the garment trailed from one hand as she stood, naked to the waist in the moonlight. Her breasts stood out proudly, twin hillocks whiter than the sand with earth colored patches at the tips, the nipples fiercely tight points of desire.
Kit swallowed, his mouth dry and his cock beating wildly in his pants. Harriet wasn't Harriet anymore. She was a lovely, earthily warm woman he'd never suspected existed. She looked wild and free in the moonlight, painted in his head by a master artist, the moon casting deep shadows under her full rounded breasts and at the hollow of her throat, her long skirt plastered against her thighs and blowing out behind her with the sea breeze.
She bent and picked up the shawl and then leaned down to spread it over the sand. Kit stood frozen. It was as though he were watching a tableau he dared not interrupt. Harriet's movements were slow, to an unheard rhythm, easy and slow and graceful. Her shoes became weights at the corners and then she stood in the center of the shawl, bare except for the blowing skirt. Then, even more slowly, she began to take it off!
Kit held his breath as she unbuttoned the skirt and let it slide down her hips, her eyes on his, mouth slightly parted. Lower and lower it slid, revealing more and more naked white skin. Abruptly it dropped to her feet and she stood proudly naked, beautiful as Botticelli's "Venus Rising From the Sea." A naked goddess, symbol of all womanhood.
Her breasts rose and fell softly on her rib cage with her breathing; one knee bent, the dimple of her navel making a deep point of shadow on the white plained body. The silence stretched taut and time froze motionless. Kit was caught in that freeze and only his eyes functioned, devouring Harriet's beautiful nakedness, so still and perfect.
He could see the high, hung heavy breasts like overripe fruits on the slim trunk of her torso, the indented waist that flared out in rounded hips and the flow of long, shapely thighs joined by the dark triangle of fleece. As he watched her statue-still body, the arms raised slowly and opened to him... inviting him, entreating him.
Something snapped inside him and Kit tore off his clothes like a madman, flinging them off as he walked towards her. Something had touched him and an unreasoning anger rose to cover it. When he reached her his hands shot out and closed brutally on those naked round hips.
Harriet felt Kit grab her viciously and crush her naked body into his own nakedness but not before she'd seen his hard, male body, hairy and muscular, wide shouldered, deep chested, lean hipped. His penis had sprung out in a mighty, blunt headed hammer from his loins, a murderous male tool to penetrate her depths. She shuddered in his arms at the unusual luxury of a hard male embodied in flesh that held her so viciously. In awe and reverence her palms smoothed up and down the hard back and buttocks and she smiled gratefully.
They clung together in the moonlight, shaking and trembling in their need. Kit could feel his maledom pressed full length against Harriet's soft white belly, her full breasts flattened against his hairy chest. Jesus! He'd never had such an invitation in his life... at least not delivered in quite this way! If this was a hungry spinster... then he'd better pray for more!
Kit swung Harriet up in his arms just for the sheer joy of holding her high off the sand. He walked around the shawl and finally laid her down on it. He straightened and looked down at her darkly, hands on hips, cock jerking out in front of him. She looked up and smiled faintly and her arms opened again... her long thighs stretched open and she reached up to him.
"God damn!" Kit cursed softly and threw himself between those white gates, Harriet cushioned him, her arms closing around his back tenderly and Kit's mouth found the hollow of her shoulder and buried there for long minutes, his hands clenching the white buttocks underneath. Kit didn't know how long he lay there... just lay there, listening to the surf out beyond their feet and the beat of his own heart and the pulse under his lips.
His hands slid up under her pinned body, feeling the hollows and curves, the ridge of the spine, the soft flesh. Twining fingers in her hair, Kit bent and laid siege to her mouth, raping that warm cave with his tongue brutally. Harriet whimpered deep in her throat in surprise. Some things a man wanted to do himself. Kit hadn't been seduced since he was a punk kid... and never like this. He liked it but it also made him mad as hell!
Harriet lay very still and passive. She sensed that he was angry even before his hands twisted her hair so painfully and his lips bruised hers so unmercifully. Somehow she always did everything wrong with a man. Try as she would she couldn't please them. For a little while she'd thought Kit liked what she did... but now. Damn. How did she always manage to spoil things?
Kit moved off her slightly to the side and lay looking down at her white nakedness. Harriet's head was turned away from him and he couldn't read her eyes. His hand came out to caress her hip and belly and she quivered at his touch. That was better. His hand slid up to enclose one thrusting breast and his mouth sank on the other. He licked up that great peak to the summit of her nipple that quaked under his tongue and he heard a low moan escape her. There was a faint salt taste to her skin now from the sea air. He licked until her whole breast was wet with his mouth's juice and the full cone quivered and gleamed in the moonlight.
Shifting a little, Kit half lay across Harriet and he grabbed both breasts in his hands and held them up to his greedy mouth, like twin ice cream cones and he licked and tasted and sucked them each in turn, his head moving over her, foraging and savoring the twin delights. The nipples quivered though they were hard as little nuggets. Leaning down again, Kit sank his teeth into the tender flesh and bit the tiny bud until Harriet screamed.
A low guttural groan was the only reply but her hands crept timidly now up to his head and held his hair as it lowered again to her breasts. Her fingers traced his eyebrows and nose and ears softly as Kit's mouth drew on the nipple again, sucking it hard into his mouth and her breasts swelled and she shook, moaning and beginning to writhe on the soft shawl.
Keeping his hands on the heaving breasts, wet from his mouth, Kit slid down a little and stabbed his tongue straight into the dimpled indentation of Harriet's navel. She arched and screamed with the hard, wet tongue tip probing at her dimple there. Her white hips lifted and strained up to him and her hands caught his strong forearms and hung on.
Harriet could feel Kit's wandering mouth, tracing the contours of her needing body like a sensor and she felt as though wails of delight were emanating from the very flesh itself! Oh god... to have a man kissing her all over, sending those fine ripples of sensation over her skin, stabbing her with the erotic needles of lust that seemed to pierce her flesh at his touch! No matter what else you had in this world... if you were a woman without a man... you had nothing. She'd known that for years but her men had been few and far between and mostly she lived on old memories and memories could not staunch a need that was like a wound!
Finally Kit arrived at the dark fleece, black as a shadow between her legs... the dark secret to entry. He touched the pubic hair with his fingers and waded through its softness to the top of Harriet's slit. With both hands he spread her open until he could see the dark pink labia gleaming in the moonlight! The folds were like security locks, with even another folded inside... the inner intricacies that led to the hollow heaven awaiting him! His face hardened as he drew one finger up through the groove of her copiously wet pussy. The flesh quivered and Harriet's whole body lurched upward and a scream of bliss tore out her mouth!
"A h h h h h h... AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Harriet felt the light touch of Kit's finger set off the buzzing of her nerves and it was excruciatingly exquisite! Her whole cunt drew inward, sucking on the nonexistent penis that belonged there. She felt tears gather in the corner of her eyes. Oh god, she needed that hot, hard cock so badly! Why was he torturing her so?
Slowly Kit leaned down and licked Harriet's inner thighs; the upper inside surfaces were wet with her frantic lubrications! He licked the juice from her white skin, savoring the hot woman's sticky liquid, lapping it, like cream, with a long tongue. She must have been in torment for she writhed and moaned agonizingly and her hands were clutching the open air. Christ! This poor thing was starved to death! The sight and the taste and the smell of hot female flesh was suddenly too much for him!
From a kneeling position, Kit took one last look at her contorted face and twisting body and the opened moist swollen pussy begging for a cock and he threw himself onto her with a yell. "Here it is, baby... here it is!"
With one huge lunge he sank his beating, aching cock to the hilt, straight up inside the hot pussy. He felt himself bottom on Harriet's cervix, his prick sheathed like a skin tight glove that threatened to cut off the circulation! One damn thing. She hadn't been used much! Jesus! She was so tight he felt it in his eyeballs!
"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH HHH... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Harriet thought her body had split completely in two! The pressure was unbelievable and she thought she'd surely faint with the swift pain of that enormously solid rod of flesh that rammed into her in one great stab! It was as though she'd been skewered straight through her body and she could feel the mammoth spike coming out the back of her throat!
"GOOODDD... AHHH, GOD!" Kit clamped his mouth on her open one, feeling Harriet's cuntal muscles hanging onto him for dear life! They clamped around him like a million tight rubber bands and were already convulsing and squeezing him! She was like a virgin inside... tight and hot and constricting!
Her hips dug back into the shawl, backing away from the great painful weapon that impaled her; but there was no prying it loose! She was stuck on that huge pulsing thing, pinned on it like a specimen and she could feel it parting her flesh and she was cleaved in two. Oh god! She'd wanted him but not like this!
Easing back a little Kit flexed his ass and sent his cock jerking up inside her like a spring driven knife! His tongue lunged again in her mouth at the same time and she bubbled and gurgled with the pain, the sounds drowning in his hard mouth. Her hands pushed at his shoulders and she strained and squirmed and tried to ease herself under him but there was no escaping his phagous phallus.
Slowly then, Harriet felt the knife ease out and her breath come roaring through her distended nostrils. Only the head beat inside the entrance and then it came lunging in again! Oh god! It was so huge and hard and merciless! That great thing could kill a woman! It was practically rape despite her own secretions that eased the path.
Kit stroked into her then, beginning a rhythm and feeling the hard rubber band muscles welcome his entrance and reluctantly let him go. Christ! This hot, tight woman was so god damned good! In and out he stroked into her, hard and long. His balls were churning and boiling already and the ache was almost choking him in the back of the throat.
Wedging his hand under Harriet's white buttocks, Kit levered her body up to him and he was diving even further into the sopping warm, sucking depths of her tight channel. That seemed to ease her a little; her arms clutched him and her legs shot out to open herself even more to his driving ride.
The breath was laboring through his chest and Kit slid his mouth down to her shoulder, encountering tears on her cheek as he went, but her mouth was kissing his ear and his hair. Rising on his toes, Kit slowly screwed his pulsing, beating, blood-gorged prick into her in a spiral and her howling and groaning turned to whimpering mewls of pleasure!
"OHHHH... ooohhh, darling... Kit, darling... hold me... hold me... !" She was filled with the biggest, most bruising cock and he was fucking her less painfully now. Completely filled, every centimeter filled with Kit's hugely beautiful pole, she felt the twinging through her loins as she received him and began to rotate her hips in a writhing motion and he was clasping her so well, so closely and so well!
"That where you like... it... baby?" Kit inquired as he lunged forward again, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into Harriet's spread wide pussy and felt the hot, rubbery walled muscular passage close around his prick, absorbing his nakedly surging tool like a voracious lioness! Kit could feel her arch up to him, rocking gently and murmuring, trying to take even more of him. Full length inside her, the cuntal tunnel was warm and tight and he felt the blood bloated head ram her cervix as his sperm filled testicles smacked against the firm, white ass cheeks! Flexing his cock, he heard her moan beneath his imbedding driving cudgel.
"Oh god damn! God! OHHH god!" Kit groaned, screwing his faithful dong into her savagely! She strained to meet his pounding pound of flesh, her loins lifting to his driving jerks until her hips came off the shawl completely! He felt her legs wrap his hips as she struggled to climb his long pole, laboring frantically, incessant whining mewls coming out her mouth.
"Darling... oh god, darling... OOOHHHHHH!" Harriet gasped, Kit's delicious cock working inside her screaming, creaming cunt that he filled so well! He was surging into her like a wild beast and she could feel his balls whacking her bottom that was upturned in her straining to get ever closer to that life giving, fucking beautiful cock! She opened and closed her thighs, clenching him feverishly as she strove to meet his tempo that accelerated every second now. Oh, the wild, sweet feel of a hard man in her arms! She clasped him even closer, feeling his insane driving prick slamming into her even harder!
With powerfully long strokes, Kit rammed her brutally but she did not cry out except in rapture, tears of joy coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon! The pressure in his balls was intoxicating and almost painful. Oh god he couldn't hold it much longer... soon now... he just couldn't last much longer! He didn't really know how or why this came about but it was too good to have missed for the world!
"Ohhhhhh... ohh, lover... ahhhhhh, god... !" Harriet was moaning and mewling loudly under Kit's pounding, driving body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down his pole, climbing him feverishly! She could hear Kit's animal groans above her own and, distantly, the sound of the surf as it beached on the sand below them.
Kit was gunning home with flesh-splitting crashes, driving his rock hard penis into the clasping mouth of her hungry pussy! His hands, holding her orbed ass cheeks, came in contact with Harriet's tiny, crinkled asshole. A small stream of hot moistness was screaming down over the tiny orifice from the clenching hole where he was fucking her. He ran his finger around the tiny, puckered hole, wet with her secretions that had drained down to it and he probed experimentally for a moment. Kit jabbed forward hard with his finger. The rubbery opening yielded slightly... then suddenly his finger was in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity closing around the foreign body tightly.
"A H H H H H H H H H God... God... A G G G G HHHHHHHHHH... she screamed, her body leaping even further at the lancing pain of his finger in her tightly reluctant asshole. Oh god! What was he doing? In her desperation, Harriet threw herself forward and then back. She was imprisoned, impaled on two foreign objects... Kit's huge cock in her pussy and his finger up her asshole and they both hurt-and yet... the mad passion was on her and sometimes she couldn't tell where pain left off and passion began!
Kit could feel his own cock through the thin wall of membrane in Harriet's body, racing in and out in wild intensity. He timed the thrusts of his finger up her rectal passage to his pistoning prick. Harriet groaned wildly under him and began thrashing insanely... forward and back and she was screwed on two immovable objects. She was yawing back and forth in a rocking motion and screaming to the night sky, tears pouring from her face!
Harriet had never known anything like it! Reaching... reaching out of sight for the ends of being! Everything had fallen away from her but the exquisite sensations of her long starved body that was open to whatever this beautiful man wanted of her. Shocked at first by his lewd finger in her rectum, she now backed into it as eagerly as she rose to meet the great blasting cock that lunged into her so rapturously!
"That's it, baby... fuck harder... fuck.... fuck... fuck it harder!" Kit screamed out his ecstatic agony of pleasure! His balls were on fire and so loaded now that he thought the very skin would burst! He could feel his cock swelling even larger as it drove into her sucking depths with maniacal force! Kit rammed it up into her even harder, in time with his obscene finger skewering into the rubbery channel of her anus. Harriet was gripping him even tighter between her imprisoning thighs. He continued the merciless thrusting of cock and finger with the whole strength of his hard, well muscled body.
Suddenly, Harriet's legs jack-knifed, the whole expanse of her upturned crotch presented to Kit's ferocious fucking. Kit could see her eyes rolling, her dark hair tangling with her thrashing head, the lovely face contorted in excruciating ecstasy as she strove ever harder for the ultimate release.
"GODDDDD, KIT... HIIHIHIH... I'm... ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNN NNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" Her banshee wail burst into the night and Kit felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his bloated balls began to burst! The heat was unbearable and he gasped like a dying fish in death throes, battering his body brutally into hers as Harriet spasmed convulsively against him and then he felt the dam go....!
Her legs locked him and her hips squirmed in a wild dance of joy and the bliss poured from her mouth in fresh screams that rent the sky! Kit's huge load rocketed into her straining flesh, rushing down the tiny narrow tunnel in a frenzied gush from his hugely swollen scrotum, along the narrowed tube of his maddened cock! The thin, hot stream spewed into her sucking cunt in never ending bursts! Sound that he could not control roared out his mouth simultaneously.
"CHRISTTTTTTTTTTTT... GGGGG AAAAAHHHHH... OOOOOOOHHHHH HH... FUCKKKKKKKKKKK... CCCU UUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Kit felt as though his very being was emptying into the hot sucking, milking depths of Harriet's hotly insane pussy! The stickily creaming tides gushed on and on, the roar of liquid cum flooding her every crevice and pooling inside her dark recesses! With every spurting, Kit felt his strength ebbing, ebbing into Harriet's receptive flesh that held him.
Still heaving and clutching, Harriet saw the stars burst in her head, burst in the dark brain as her whole body expanded and exploded in the ecstatic rapture! She felt Kit's mouth come down as he ground his lips onto hers, engulfing her mouth with his hot wet one. Oh, yes! Pinwheels of light flashed inside Harriet's eyes as their mouths molded together like molten metal even as their flesh was one... fused and forged in the hell fires of an unearthly passion.
The convulsions shook them and they cleaved and spasmed again and again, their bodies rising, as though they could, by straining hard enough, crawl inside each other's flesh! Little by little the spasms lessened and Kit could feel the last few droplets spit fitfully into Harriet's still sucking cunt where her juices had poured around his huge cock so profusely.
At last he fell onto her like a dead man, his best efforts spent, leaving him depleted and exhausted. No thought disturbed his numb brain for the sighing of the sea was all he heard as though the very earth was exhausted too.
Harriet held Kit's huge, sagging body, pressing her into the sand, and there was no need to open her eyes for the stars still shone behind her eyeballs in smaller and smaller pinpoints of light. A small wind cooled her blazing skin. A beginning had begun for her that might have already ended; but in the sand with the stars receding and the surf singing softly in the sea breeze, it could not matter.
CHAPTER SIX
The sun was hot, as though the few thousand feet above sea level brought that fiery orb so close, it was almost touchable. Anabel dragged herself the last few feet to the shade of a pine and leaned against its rough bark gratefully. Wearily she pulled the bright pink scarf from her hair and used it to wipe her face. Finally she slid down the trunk to a squat and leaned back into the old tree. This trip was just about the last straw.
"You're early, young lady."
Anabel jumped and her feet slid out from under her and she bumped her jean clad bottom into the deep needles and dirt. One more man popping out at her and she'd run screaming into the hills! She saw with relief that it was Arthur Bello smiling at her with his pack still on his back. Tremulously she tried to smile back. Why had she ever come on this damn trip?
Bello shed his pack and hunkered down beside her in the shade. "You're mighty early. Must have been in this high country before." He sat then and began to ease his boots off, the sweat dripping from his face.
Anabel shook her head, still trying to get her breath. People had been snapping at each other all day and Kit had been so strange and remote when they were in public, but grabbing her like a maniac when they were out of sight for a moment. Her nerves had been shot before this trip and the exhaustion now was too much. She'd fled from the others when Nat Simmons tried to pin her inside a tent. Knowing only the direction of the meadow they called Fool's Paradise set beside the Lake of Sighs, she had set out alone ahead of the others and she'd made it. Kit would be furious but she didn't care at this point.
"I got tired of being the villain so I came on ahead," Bello said.
"You mean... about the property, I guess... ?"
Bello nodded, pulling out his water bottle and offering it to her. Anabel drank thirstily and handed it back. She had a bottle of water herself but it was in that damn pack she'd dropped a few feet back.
"Yeah, folks have gotten so riled up about it... if it wasn't my life's work... I'd just leave and let them wrangle... maybe strike out to Australia."
It sounded like heaven to Anabel at that moment. Not Australia particularly... but striking out. She couldn't even cope with her own life, her own problems, much less those of the city of Del Monte. The horrors and exhaustion and nervous tension of the last few days welled up in her and her head came down on her doubled knees, tears crowding up in her throat painfully.
"Hold on... you all right?"
"J... just dizzy, I guess."
Arthur's work hardened and hand lifted her chin and he saw the tears trickling soundlessly out of her eyes. Without a word he gathered her in his arms and held her to his big chest.
"No... I don't think it's the altitude. I think you're just all tuckered out." Anabel shook with sobs then as she heard the big man's kind words. It was the first time in so long that a man had tried to befriend her, to care about her without wanting to... to... shove a big whanger into her cunt. The thought brought another flood of tears but Arthur Bello just held her and let her cry.
Arthur thought about Ruth as he held the girl, smoothing her bright red hair with his big hand. Maybe in Australia he'd find another wife even. Plenty of women in Del Monte had been after him when Ruth died but he couldn't stomach any of them. When Ruth went, it was as though that part of his life was over... but holding this girl, young enough to be his daughter, something stirred in him that had been buried a long time.
He didn't bother to ask why she cried. Any fool could see she had heartaches enough if she'd been married to that phony from Los Angeles. She'd had the strength to divorce Hal but he'd followed her even here. Poor little thing.
The others straggled in by twos and threes all afternoon to Alpine meadow that dipped down to the deep clear lake on one side and the steep dropping cliff on the other. The laughing and splashing from the swimmers in the lake could be heard echoing through the clear mountain air.
Giddy with exhaustion and the altitude, the campers took a long time preparing supper and building a huge campfire and pumping up air mattresses for the night and all the other endless chores that were required for even a temporary overnight camp out. Their regular camp gear was mostly left behind at the tent city they'd erected below and three miles back.
With the laughing and the kidding, the endless wrangling over the Bello property went on. Only Anabel and Arthur Bello had nothing to say on the subject. Everyone else went right on arguing and Hal's voice could be heard above the rest. Kit would have flattened him if he hadn't been stopped.
After supper Bello brought out some whiskey. Nothing else seemed to stop them. Maybe this would calm them down enough to sleep. He took a big gulp himself and passed the big bottle to the others around the campfire. The whiskey glowed in his stomach and he felt better. Someone brought out a recorder and Arthur eased back onto his sleeping bag and closed his eyes to listen to the sweet sound wind up through the night air.
He lay listening to the music, lovely and lonely in the chill, but it was soon being drowned out again by the talking and the giggling. Arthur sat up. The whiskey bottle was passed around freely and they ignored the recorder player as though he didn't exist. Arthur got up and walked away, disgusted.
Other bottles were soon produced and then the singing started. All the old favorites were hauled out and rehashed over and over since they were the only songs everyone knew the words to. The untrained harmonizing began and the off key singing filled the meadow.
Harriet could see that no sleep would be possible for quite a while. She shrugged on a heavy sweater, took her flashlight and started walking in the direction of the lake. She could smell the Alpine wild flowers on the meadow and knew that, try as she might, she must still be crushing some underfoot. It was ironic that this conservation group gave so little thought to polluting the wilds and so much to conserving the areas around towns. Something had changed in Harriet since that night on the beach with Kit. She'd been in Del Monte too long. Either she had outgrown the town or the town was outgrowing her. Her family had been there so long and she was the last of them. Maybe it was time to move on.
Her flashlight shone ahead in a cone of light but the moon was out now. Harriet switched the flashlight off. She was almost to the lake. Suddenly her shin hit something solid and before she could fling out her arms for balance, she fell and went right on over to land in a heap in the soft dirt!
"Whoa there!"
"Ohhhhh..."
A pair of arms came around her where she lay in the dirt and she looked up into a bronzed face. "Oh... oh, dear... I'm so sorry..." Why it was Arthur Bello!
"You all right?" She nodded but he made no move to disengage his strong arms from around her where she lay and he was looking into her face so strangely. Before she knew what was happening she felt his lips come down on hers and his arms tighten.
Arthur was a little drunk and the sudden appearance of Harriet, falling so unceremoniously into his lap, was like an extension of his thoughts. He'd been thinking of Ruth again. It was as though she'd suddenly fallen into his arms in the flesh; though Harriet didn't really look like Ruth, there was a similar expression in their eyes. Without thinking, he simply gathered her closer and kissed her long and hard.
Harriet had never felt anything so natural in her life as being in Arthur Bello's arms and feeling his mouth on hers. When his head finally raised, his eyes were still kissing her and she made no move for fear of breaking the spell.
At last he said softly, "I guess old timers like us should have cut out long ago."
Anabel had had just enough whiskey not to care anymore. Not realizing how little alcohol it took to get high in these mountain altitudes, she'd had several long pulls of a bottle. She was getting madder and madder at the wrangling and arguing. The singing had long ago stopped as had the recorder music. There were only bodies sprawled around in the firelight on air mattresses and sleeping bags and they were drinking and fighting and all of them were, one way or another maligning Arthur Bello.
Suddenly she stood up unsteadily. "Stop it... all of you.... stop it! Leave that poor man alone! All of you are trying to grind your own little axes and you justify it by using him as a scapegoat. Well... I won't listen!"
"What do you suggest, Mrs. Crichton?" Doris' voice was dripping with venom and sarcasm, shriller than ever.
"I don't know... make love, not war, I guess. Maybe the kids are right!" Anabel shot back hysterically. Amid roars of drunken laughter Anabel felt herself pulled down and the tears were stinging the back of her throat. She didn't really know what she meant... she only knew she was miserable and she felt degraded and frustrated.
"You couldn't be more right, Mrs. Crichton!" Hal pulled her down beside him and caught her to him.
Anabel pushed on him frantically but she couldn't break his hold. His hard mouth came down to smother her and she felt her arms twisted behind as he held her squirming in his lap. It was as though it was a signal and all the furtive kissing and bottom patting and shoulder smoothing came out in the open then and Anabel's suggestion was being taken literally.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kit stumbled off into the trees to take a leak. Damn good party, he grinned to himself drunkenly. Old Doris turned on! She plumb wore a man out!
His shirt was open down the front and his jeans were only buttoned at the waist when he stumbled back toward the firelight some time later. Must be the altitude, he thought hazily. Took a long time to get things done.
It was hard to tell from a distance just what was going on around that fire. But as Kit walked closer through the soft grass of the meadow he saw that the party had changed drastically. It wasn't just feeling under the blankets and dragging sleeping bags away into the bushes. There were naked bodies ringing the bonfire! Naked bodies in every conceivable position of fornication and some he hadn't even though of! Not just coupling either! Kit rubbed his eyes. Christ! He must be drunker than he thought! They were fucking in threes and fours! It was a god damned first class orgy. Jesus!
Kit just stood, staring stupidly at the nakedly copulating bodies, the cries and the harsh breathing, the screams and the groaning, the laboring flesh feverishly working. Stunned, he looked down and saw that he was the only one with a stitch of clothes on. But just looking at all that naked rutting humanity he could feel his own cock rising like a phoenix even though he'd had Doris a while ago in a sleeping bag off in the bushes. He shook his head, trying to clear it but nothing changed. They kept right on fucking! He reached down and touched a sweating naked back and the sweat was real sweat. Kit knew then that he was stoned all right but he wasn't hallucinating. They were fucking their heads off!
A thought suddenly stabbed through his fogged brain as sharp as a knife in the gut. Anabel! Where the hell was Anabel? Frantically he looked around, stumbling over bodies to look closer. Suddenly Kit yelled out without thinking.
"Anabel Lee! Anabel... !"
And then he saw her! On the other side of the fire... a long fall of red hair that looked like the flames of the fire. She was astride a man and he was bucking his cock into her like a maniac and she was swaying, her eyes half closed, the man's hands on her beautiful white breasts like hairy bandages.
Kit just stood frozen for an eternal second, not believing what his eyes were witnessing. She was fucking Hal... that phony bastard, Hal that she used to be married to! It must be natural to be fucking him again! His beautiful Anabel Lee... she was sitting there riding that bunco artist! A fury seized Kit and it was as though steel rods suddenly galvanized his limp spine and a red hot pool of oil was blazing in the pit of his stomach! Red dripped in front of his eyes and he saw everything through that filmy red haze as though he were in hell!
"Anabel Lee!" he screamed again, tears of agony very near surfacing and choking him. Kit saw her turn her head and the vague eyes try to focus and her arms reach out to him. Then Hal jerked her forward onto his chest and his hands cupped those white buttocks as he strained her down even harder over his cock. Anabel's tiny crinkled faintly brown asshole appeared, dewy and virginal and purse-mouthed like puckered lips. Kit stared at it, the breath shuddering through him in near sobs.
That god damned whoring bitch! Fucking slut! He hurt so bad he clutched at his stomach, cursing and calling her every filthy name in his Navy vocabulary. Yet his prick was paining almost as bad as his gut, poking out in a bulge through his opened and forgotten fly. The tiny asshole held his eyes like a magnet. Hurt. That was it. Hurt the fucking bitch as much as she was hurting him!
Kit tore off his shirt with shaking fingers and peeled his jeans and shorts down. He kicked them off as he strode over to Anabel. Hal was bucking her up harder than ever and she was keening like a mad woman!
Dropping to his knees, Kit inched up between Hal's hairy legs till he could reach Anabel's twin mooned ass, his cock like a great bull prong in the fire light. It hung out huge and pulsing visibly the closer he inched to the tiny crumpled little asshole, winking at him from between Anabel's roundly dimpled buttocks that gleamed invitingly. They were as white and smooth and lascivious as any he'd ever encountered in a wet dream. But this was no dream!
Anabel could feel Hal's huge, thickened, hardened prick slicing into her ferociously and all of her brain seemed centered between her legs where he ravaged her pussy so mercilessly. Sheer sexual sensations were rippling up her naked flesh, spreading over and through her with every thrust that bounced her up, threatening to split her open like a cantaloupe. A glimpse of Kit was all she had across the fire but she was sure it was a dream, a vision of hope that would never materialize.
Doris wandered around in a daze, looking for a spare cock, but every place she looked they were all in use. Damn that Kit; he went off to pee and never came back. That seemed like hours ago and she was dying. Watching all the fucking going on, she was ready to climb the walls again... only there weren't any walls, she giggled to herself. She stumbled along, a little away from the others and almost fell over a couple in a sleeping bag. Being exclusive... but even covered up you could tell they were fucking all right!
It was Arthur Bello and Harriet! He was groaning and ramming her, snorting like a bull! Suddenly Doris had an idea. She knelt over Harriet's head and caught Arthur's head in her hands. He opened his eyes and Doris heard him gasp as his eyes met her wet splayed cunt so close to his mouth.
"Suck it for me, lover," Doris whined, throwing her hips even further forward to give him access to her aching pussy, soaking with need.
"Christ!" Arthur spluttered but Doris had caught him in a weak moment. She could tell from his breathing that he was almost ready to shoot his load into Harriet's moaning body. Doris pulled his head by the ears until his mouth touched her swollen, lust slicked flesh. He gave a mighty groan and Doris almost fainted as his long tongue shot out and stabbed into her quivering cunt, right into the depths of her milking pussy. She felt the deliciously lascivious shootings up through her body and she arched even further to keep the contact. Ohhhh, the world was good again.
Anabel felt someone clutch her hips. At first she thought it was Hal's hands but she could feel them on her breasts, thumbing her nipples to rock hardness as he tongue fucked into her mouth. Then it was a dream... it was all a horrible dream. She'd wake soon and it would be over and she'd lie with pounding heart in a cold sweat from the erotic fantasy.
Then someone was stroking her buttocks, teasing and caressing them and she felt something digging at her rectum! She twisted her head frantically, trying to see what or who was probing at her ass but all she could see were hairy legs kneeling behind her. Just as she twisted the other way she felt something poke painfully just inside her anus! Oh god! What was he doing to her?
Kit leaned forward, so that the head of his huge, erect cock, like a monstrous implement of torture, rested against the tiny, defenseless hole between Anabel's raised orbs. Reaching down with both hands, he stretched wide apart those glistening white moons, opening the tiny hole with his thumbs. Her whole ass was jiggling from the jarring Hal was giving her from underneath as he fucked up into Anabel's cunt. Her god damned whoring cunt! Kit shoved his in with a mighty flexing of his hips but it only went in a little way. The muscular walls of her asshole were incredibly tight and they were straining mightily to keep him out.
With a brutal forward thrust, Kit bored his greatly thickened log pole far up into her tight innocent asshole, tearing through the membranous passage almost up to the hilt. He clutched hard at her hips to keep his cock in that vise like channel and he could feel the other burrowing cock sawing in and out Anabel's sloshing pussy!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHH-HHHHHHHH!" she screamed at his entrance, shutting off all thoughts as the violent, shuddering excruciating pain ripped through her body like a burning sword. The terrible pressure had pushed her further forward, her face burying into Hal's shoulder.
"What the god damned hell?" Hal roared, seeing Kit for the first time. He'd been too busy fucking Anabel to be aware of much else and his head was swimming fiercely with the whiskey.
"Getting a little free ass, man. Make love... not war..." Kit panted. "You're going to rape my town... turnabout's fair play. I'm getting a little of your wife's sweet ass!"
Hal Crichton threw back his head and laughed like a maniac. Anabel could hardly believe what her ears had heard, dimly above; her attention was on the ripping, searing pain in her backside. It was Kit... Kit and Hal... using her like a... a... masturbation instrument! One in her pussy and the other in her asshole! She was being fucked by two men at once... two men who hated each other and suddenly they were buddies... buddies using her defenseless body together! It was unthinkable, completely unthinkable! But she could feel it happening. The horrible nightmare was real!
With another vicious lunge, Kit was in Anabel's close, virginal asshole all the way. His pubic hair was right against her white tender buttocks, scraping them raw. He grunted his satisfaction, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her white hips. She was screaming insanely and squirming but with that last lunge he'd buried every single inch of his tremendously expanded cock into her warm, tight, rubbery, resisting anus.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDD DD!... IT HURRRRRRRRTTTTTTSSSSSS!... IT HURRRTTTTTTTTTSSS... PLEEEEEEEEASSSEE!"
Kit ignored her cries and began sawing in and out of her clenching asshole with long invading strokes, feeling the wild sensations rip through his loins at the gripping of her rubbery channel on his swollen, aching prong. Jesus! There'd never been anything like it!
Hal was still laughing at the thought of Anabel getting screwed by two men at once. He began timing his thunderous thrusts to Kit's ramming it into her ass and they were soon fucking in unison into poor innocent Anabel, the prissy, prim and proper little bitch. What a whore she was and how she lied to herself. He'd be willing to wager that it would be she who couldn't wait to go group fucking as soon as they were back together again. Yes sir... with his help, Del Monte was going to be a swinging town!
Harriet's eyes were tight shut. She wanted nothing to interfere with the incredible, beautiful, fulfilling feelings that Arthur was giving her. Dear Arthur. How could they have missed each other in the same town for so long? They could have been loving each other for years now instead of being lonely and feeling themselves growing old before their times.
She loved the weight of his hard male body on top of her and the bearing of his great weight a joy that brought tears to her eyes. The heat of him in the sleeping bag warmed her like a blistering sun. She could feel everything so acutely as though all her senses had been turned on after a long sleep. His mammoth cock was plundering her so deliciously and he had kissed her all over and talked and whispered such lovely words to her, slowly building up to this moment until she was almost fainting with sheer rapture when he had finally inserted his old pecker, plunging deep up inside her opened, indolently seeping pussy. She wanted it never to end. Never. She didn't know how she could manage to hang onto Arthur when every man she'd ever wanted had gotten away but this was one man she vowed who wouldn't. He was going to be hers forever... no matter what she had to do... or where she had to go... this man was hers!
Arthur was nuzzling Harriet's neck, his mouth opened and kissing the soft skin while his prick, huge and aggressive and fierce from all the self denial of the last year was ramming into her pliant, receptive flesh that welcomed him so well. Oh god! It was so good to have a woman again! A real woman... a real woman like Ruth. Not like those damned sluts he drove to the city to visit when he got so desperate he thought he'd crack up. It wasn't natural for a man not to have a wife.
He could feel that he was getting close. The breath was heaving in and out of his chest like a steam engine humping a hill. He lifted his head. Jesus! He blinked his eyes but it didn't go away! There was a soaking cunt, open and pulsing right in front of him. He could see the hairs, all wet around the gaping swollen, hole. It was pulsating and sucking inward and quivering! Dimly he heard a voice say, "Suck it for me lover," and the widened pussy thrust right up to his mouth and whoever she was she had hold of his ears and pulled him into it. Oh god! Arthur tasted the sticky female lubrications on his lips. How long it had been! He groaned and shot his tongue into the salacious, hotly moist fold of excited flesh.
Dimly Harriet felt something over her. She looked up to see two thighs opened over her head and a naked cunt, opened and glistening and Arthur's mouth plastered there! What had happened? Oh god what had happened? And then she heard, "Do it Arthur... suck it good!"
It was Doris! That bitch Doris Kandlebinder! Instinctively Harriet wrapped her thighs around Arthur's hips, clasping him even closer into her own flaming flesh while she watched the lascivious, perverted tongue fucking above her head. Angry as she was, her own pussy began to shoot incredible electrical stabs of lust through her whole body! It was as though watching that bitch get sucked only increased her own ardor! Harriet clung to Arthur for dear life! No one was going to take him away from her!
Nat Simmons had humped one airline stewardess with bleached blonde hair and a young widowed school teacher so far and he'd brought them both off screaming frantically. One almost chewed his lips off! But he still had a rock like erection that seemingly wouldn't go down. Must be the altitude. He felt like he could fuck forever and hold his huge load till eternity! The only trouble was, his balls were aching so bad, that he was almost doubled up.
He limped over to a huge boulder at the edge of the meadow... Christ! All this fucking going on and he might be reduced to jacking off! And then he saw her! A few yards away Anabel was sandwiched between Kit Rawlings and Hal, her ex. God damn! They were ramming it to her like maniacs and she was screaming and screaming! Nat stared at her open mouth and his cock jumped sympathetically, remembering their mind blowing session... no, cock blowing session! Jesus!
Well, those two bucks might have thought they had her but she was his! God damn it! The pains were shooting all the way up into his belly now. He had to do something! And he knew what!
Anabel looked up from her blur of pain, the two slamming cocks screwing into her soft body like crazed beasts! There, kneeling beside her and grinning lasciviously was Nat Simmons. He was as naked as the rest of them; and he was waving his huge prick, purpling around the head, and so bloated it looked like an animal genital .. that of a prehistoric monster! She stared at it even as she howled out her pain and debasement, her mouth open and saliva dripping down her chin. She was being rammed so hard that her head jiggled loosely like a broken doll's and her wild red hair was tangled about her shoulders.
"Come on, baby! Suck it for me... Suck it like you did... I'm dying!"
Anabel looked at the enormous, pulsing organ, so close now she could smell the rutting seminal liquid, the hot male tang dripping in silent tears from the grotesquely bloated head, the clear liqueur of masculine essence! She stared at it like a bird at a snake, fascinated and repelled but unable to do anything but succumb to its mesmerizing spell! Her eyes closed finally, fluttering shut as another lunge of battering cocks sent the pain racing along her nerves viciously. She knew they were going to meet somewhere in the depths of her body and she would die on the two weapons that were ripping her apart!
Nat kneed up when he saw the opportunity and rammed his greatly aching, swollen phallus into Anabel's opened mouth, groaning out his relief as her ripe lips closed around his rigid flesh stalk. The hot cave of her mouth was like coming home and he immediately began fucking into that warm shelter feverishly!
Anabel gagged and choked, her mind refusing to believe that she was being fucked by three men simultaneously! She could hear them exhorting her in turn, driving her verbally as they drove her physically but their words were very far away. Thought had died and she was a thing, an instrument of their lust and their perverted fervor! The rest of her would die too, and she could not even hope for a quick and painless end.
Nat had rammed her screams back in Anabel's throat as he shoved his huge jerking rod into her moist mouth. She was only gurgling and bubbling now and he fucked it into her in silent fury, intent on shooting his huge and massive load that weighed his testicles down too heavily. Shoot it into the haven of her beautiful white throat. He wanted it to shoot down her belly and pool in the depths of her body! Christ! He had to cum soon or he would be screaming himself.
The sweat was pouring from Hal's face and he humped up as hard as he could, jabbing his expanding, gigantic penis up inside Anabel's opened, wet cunt with a sloshing sound that he could hear since Nat had stopped her infernal screaming with his cock in her mouth too. The sight of Anabel's mouth being fucked was too mind blowingly good! Jesus! It was almost as though Hal fucked her himself in all three places at once! Yes sir, if there was one thing Hal Crichton liked... it was the good things of life!
Kit could see the pink flesh pull out as he withdrew from Anabel's forever stretched asshole, the little ridges of flesh reluctant to let him go! They disappeared back inside as he sank forward again, slashing his erectile swollen rod of solid flesh back up inside her tight, skinning ass channel. He pumped it in and out with increasing fury and the words "Anabel Lee" echoed in his head in time to his beating meat. "Nor the demons down under the sea, can ever..." Oh god! Oh god damn! He knew then, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt where she'd been all those times he couldn't find her. She'd been fucking! Fucking her cunt to a pulp!
He threw himself into her white body with tearing fury. Kit wanted to wrench her flesh apart! He used his cock like a murderous tool to split her beautiful slut-ass apart-for the sight and touch of her lily white flesh gleaming in the firelight was tearing his gut apart and something was dying in him forever!
Harriet elevated her hips even higher, almost doubled up now with her frenzy to rise ever higher to meet Arthur's deep lunging thrusts into her soft body. They were crashing body on body, flesh into flesh and it was the most beautiful night of her life! She didn't care any more that he was tonguing Doris. Harriet would give him all he wanted of that and whatever else he wanted! She'd give him anything he wanted now! He was going to be her man!
She was shaking and moaning and her head tossed from side to side as she felt the rising tide of blissful frenzy seize her and lift her up to the battering, bruising shaft that Arthur sent soaring into her. Scintillating spasms of lust were beginning in her fevered pussy and spreading their clenching fingers all through her agonized body. Harriet wondered if she'd lose consciousness... she was so close now!
Doris knelt with her head thrown back, letting the searing tongue flame her from the cunt upward! Frantically she caught her own large, pointed breasts in her hands and thumbed and pinched them unmercifully which caused her cunt to twitch inward ever closer on the long beautiful tongue that fucked into her like a miniature penis. Her hips bucked and thrust outward lewdly in her fevered efforts to keep the luridly lecherous contact on her quivering, erect clitoris that was creaming silently for release.
She looked down then to see Arthur straining, the great neck muscles bulging and standing out in cords as he licked and tongued and stabbed into her aching pussy. Under the sleeping bag that covered most of them she could only see what must be bundles of arms and legs struggling to keep those two bodies locked and they humped and heaved for relief. All the best people in town fuck here, Doris thought bitterly and she'd been so careful to preserve her own reputation and good name... running off to Garrapata Springs. And all the time the "best people" were fucking each other right in town and no one knew about it! Well, from now on she was going to get her share. Her share!
Harriet was babbling incoherently, throwing her head from side to side as Arthur tore down the tight tunnel of her warm, wetly clasping pussy. His balls were almost bursting and he couldn't hold it much longer! The ache had crept all the way up into his gut and he bent his knees and flexed his ass hard, sending his cock full length into Harriet's lovely, enveloping, milking cunt and feeling the desperate massaging action of her interior muscles as they strained to drain his balls by sheer muscle power alone!
Tasting Doris' hot dripping juices inside her seething cunt was only bringing Arthur's own orgasm closer by the second. There was nothing in the world like eating pussy when you were starved! He'd been a lucky man. Ruth had welcomed whatever he could dream up and they had loved each other madly right up until the end. Maybe that was why he couldn't even look at most women now. He knew how rare Ruth had been.
He felt Harriet wrapping him ever closed, her thighs completely around his butt and her heels drumming into him, trying to drive his cock straight up through her body to lodge in her throat! Maybe he wouldn't have to go all the way to Australia for a wife after all. He could teach Harriet... he'd teach her everything! God, she'd been so beautiful down by the lake when he'd held her. He'd felt like a young man again!
Suddenly Arthur dimly heard Doris choke and then she screamed a wailing banshee cry that pierced the night. Her cunt was pumping up to him furiously and her hands held his head until he could scarcely breathe! He sucked harder, shooting his tongue deep up inside her pulling, clasping, clenching pussy that threatened to devour his whole head that she was trying to ram up in her hole! She screamed on and on and he could feel the muscles ripping at his tongue as though they were trying to pull it out by the roots!
Good as it was-and she tasted like ambrosia-the hot, sweetly sticky woman taste and smell of a female climax, the heady juices pouring and sluicing out into his mouth like nectar-he wished it was Harriet's dark cunt that he tongued and ate and relished! At heart he was a one-woman man and he wanted it that way: one at a time. He'd had Ruth and now he wanted Harriet.
He didn't know how this crazy orgy came about but it had. But he was ready now for a new life with Harriet somewhere. Then he remembered the whole damn property thing and the crazy torment he'd been through over it already. Well, that wasn't going to stop him. He'd sell it and be done with it. Nothing was going to stand in his way now. He had something to live for... and someone. He'd sell it and be done with it. Nothing was going to stand in his way now. He had something to live for... and someone. He'd talk it over with Harriet. She was a level headed woman from a good family... like Ruth had been. He'd find a way now.
Doris fell back, her spine refusing to support her aching knees any longer. "AAAHHHH... AAAhhhh-hh... ooohhlihhhhhh... yeesss!" She lay back in the grass, her mouth open to the sky that was black and sprinkled with stars that could be reached and plucked with a hand if she only had the strength to lift her fingers. The great, heaving contractions in her pussy went on and on even without Arthur's talented tongue. Her fingers slipped between her opened thighs and shoved into her convulsing depths just for the comfort of her vacant hole and she felt the spasms going on and on deliciously into time as she lay spent and satisfied.
"Ohhhh, darling... my Arthur... OOHHHHHHH-HHHHHHHH... HOLD meeeeeeeee.... OOOOHHHH-HHHHHHHHGODDDD!" Harriet felt the great shuddering spasms start in her aching pussy that clenched and held and closed on Arthur so tightly. The huge shivering slivers of piercing pleasure were rending her flesh and slashing her consciousness with long, electrically jagged streaks of impossibly beautiful sensation... and she would surely die of sheer joy!
Hearing her cry at last, Arthur lifted her hips to his thundering cock and tore into that lovely cunt flesh with renewed fury and exultation. Battering her cervix, he could feel the rubbery tip of it give under his bruising onslaught and he imagined his whole enormous load, his gallons of boiling cum spewing into those dark and secret recesses and filling Harriet's tender subterranean tunnels and crevices!
Suddenly he felt his own intricate mechanism begin to mesh and the levers flipped and the light flashed in his head and he was soaring off into the outer space of blissful eternity, the space of the whole universe opening and rushing past him. "NOWWWWWWWW... OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH... GGGOOOODDDDDDD-DDDD... I'm CUUUUUUUMMMMMIIINN-NNGGGGG!"
The cries of orgasmic, mindless feeling and freaking out were all around them... the meadow now scattered with their piercing screams as one after another they shot skyward and left the toils and sorrow of the earth behind them for a few brief moments.
Kit could hear them and his own flesh was screaming silently for a measure of their relief where it dove and recovered deep into Anabel's resisting asshole.
Nat strained and shoved, holding Anabel's cheeks now, bulging under his hot, hard ramming with the enormity of his distended cock that was almost bursting the very skin in its frantic efforts at release! He could see the saliva dripping from her lips as she labored on the massive choking instrument he sank into her mouth! His eyes closed as he tried to stab it clear down her throat and he could hear her moaning, gagging sputterings. The feel of her hot tongue and the closeness of her tender, mucous lined throat was sending great streaks of sharp blissful tantalizing pleasure up his flesh, coloring the wide, blood gorged organ with the feelings of reaching rapture! Nat knew that at last he was going to be released from his prison of greedy torture. He was so close and he could feel the beginnings of some inner working that was going to shoot his cum straight into her white belly.
Anabel strove mightily to reach for the mindless bliss of the stars out there somewhere. When exactly, the pain had changed to pleasure she could not be sure, but gradually it had shifted and she was soaring, rising, bucking, sucking on the immense pleasure-giving cocks that fucked into her body like three ramrods, powered by the male bodies that were straining to give her such rapture! Instead of being used for objective lust, for detached passion, for male animal purposes... it was suddenly she who used them for her amazonian glutting and gorging-she wanted them all of them! If there had been another orifice of her body to be filled she would have wanted it plugged too! Frailly beautiful, acquiescent Anabel Lee was no more! She would not be used and abused again! She had wanted a new life and she was going to have it!
Hal heaved and lifted, lurching his hips up in a straining dance completely off the ground as he strove to fuck Anabel so hard she would be split in two!! God damn! He didn't know what had happened to her but she was the fuckingest woman he'd ever seen. Oh god! It was going to be so great when they were back together again. It would be his way... everything his way... and he wanted to fuck in every conceivable way... from regular fucking to group grope on a grand scale! He'd have the money then. They'd buy a big house with a swimming pool! Shit! They might even have movie stars up to their orgies! They'd be famous all over California!
He could feel Anabel's love juices spreading all over his thighs as he shoved it in her so good she was screaming even around Nat's great Big Cock. The screams were muffled but they were there. Shit! This group thing was the most yet! He'd never had such a fuck from Anabel in the nine years they were married. The trouble was she just hadn't turned on before. It was his fault he hadn't insisted. You had to, by god, have it your own way and then the fucking little woman found she loved it too!
"GGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... AAAAYY YYYYYYYYYYYYY... OOOHH... SHITT-TTTTTTT... Jesus Christ!..." Nat felt the long stored and secreted semen break the dam and begin to hurtle down the clenched corridors of his cock with the speed and force of a jet plane in a screaming dive! His balls were on fire and they spewed the hot blazing cum in lightning spurts down the long nozzle of his cock!
The creamy, scalding liquid shot down the back of her throat and some of it came spurting around the corners of her lips to dribble down her chin in long strings! Nat watched in fascination, feeling the pumping going on and on and feeling the tight long, white throat straining to swallow the blazing spend as fast as it shot out. Nat had never in his life felt anything so exquisite and he was going to have it again and again! Hell! He didn't need to marry the chit. Hal was so generous with her, after all. No, when the Bello sale went through, Nat would put Karen away and simply become the most eligible bachelor in town. He could have Anabel or anybody else anytime he wanted them! He could playact to his heart's content with all the beautiful babes he wanted. Anabel would be his only as long as he wanted her. He could have his cake and eat it too! Nat could have his own singles club! His very own! A harem if he wanted, like those Arabian princes! At last, at last everything was working out his way!
The molten lava of Nat's cum spurted in the back of Anabel's throat so unexpectedly she wasn't quite ready for it. She swallowed furiously, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly as she strained to contain it and not spill any of the precious liquid fire! She wanted to drink it all down her gullet! She wanted it all the way in her belly. Drink the very essence of balls like a rare ambrosial wine! It was the very life blood of a truly sensuous woman and she was going to be just that! She was tired of being a slave to a man. She wanted to join in the fun too. She hadn't been able to lick them and now she was going to join them! She sucked hard on Nat's quickly deflating cock, draining it dry to the balls. She wanted every drop of his precious nectar! At last he was spent and fell back exhausted, his almost flaccid cock pulling from her greedy mouth with a soft plopping sound. A long spittle of semen hung from her voracious mouth and she licked it up and swallowed it all.
Hal reached up and grabbed Anabel by the long red hair and forced her face down to his, capturing her mouth and forcing his tongue into the hot, sperm filled chamber as he bucked her brutally from underneath, his cock soaring up inside her like a demented arrow bent on destruction! Tasting Nat's cum sent fevered exultations rippling through his brain! This was one fucking woman! God Damn! And she was his! No one could ever take her away from him now! He'd turned her on forever!
Suddenly Hal stiffened, his hips flung up in the air, tongue sunk in Anabel's sticky mouth, cock rammed straight up through her beautiful whore's body. The long awaited moment was upon him! He gurgled and groaned deep in his chest in a mindless blasting... for he felt the whole cataclysmic tidal wave burst inside his balls! It roared down the tight underground passage like a speeding special train bearing his own personal entourage... enough sperm to populate a whole damn country! The streams of semen spurted deep up inside Anabel's lusting, bucking body with the force of all Hal's masculine strength and he shoved and fucked it so high into her clenching pussy, feeling the sweet relief verbalizing through his nostrils in great giant heaving breaths and moans! The whole damn fucking world was his!
Hal was sawing into her cunt viciously from underneath and Anabel was riding his cock like a trained rider. The taste of Nat's huge orgasm was still in her mouth, tangy and heady with the pure distillation of his passion and strength. She could feet Kit ramming her backside with all his strength and lust and she was suddenly queen of them all and could have her way and her head! And then it hit like a bullet in the gullet! A great mountain of volcanic lust erupted in her sucking cunt and she was airborne and mindless! The whole fucking universe had split like a tiny atom and was cleaved in twain! Showers orbited out and new suns were born on the blast of her cumming!
Kit heard Anabel's mindless scream and it was like the cry of a dying world... with no hope of another birth. He felt his cock explode automatically in a huge slow motion elevation and the balloons of his balls burst and pumped with insane fury into her white ass as she lay on Hal's insensible body. The streams of hot cum rushed on and on down the long sensuous bore of his hugely expanded organ and the tight asshole took his all, creamy and teeming into the unconscious body of his lost bliss.
From afar as he lay exhausted on the beautiful white body Kit heard in his head clearly, "For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Anabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
