Gail Linn moistened her rose-red lips as she and Roy Ebart, with whom she was having a second date, watched the sexy adult movie in the Strand Theater. The titillating movie, with its easy acceptance of sex, made Gail feel a bit restless and excited. It was in sharp brilliant color and featured a sensual, streamlined, blonde-haired actress who constantly slipped in and out of beds with her screen lovers. Right now the sex-oriented blonde film star was working her seductive wiles on the frank movie's craggy-faced male star, who was the man she really wanted.
"This is a great picture, Gail," Roy whispered with obvious enjoyment. "It's sure sexy as hell." His arm tightened about her shoulders with warm pressure.
She murmured, "I'll say."
"Just look at the way that statuesque blonde sexpot moves into a clinch," Roy whispered the next moment. "That's technique. Now she's kissing the guy with everything she's got ... What a camera closeup of a French kiss," he added with relish.
Gail stirred. "She's trying to get him to realize that he's the man she really loves, Roy."
Roy laughed softly. "Well, the guy's realizing something. He's got one eye on her and the other eye on the bed."
Gail grinned in spite of herself. "Oh, you mean," she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm. She was glad he couldn't see her blushing in the darkness of the theater.
Roy patted her knee with his other hand. "Yeah, this picture's true to life, baby. I like it."
Apparently the rest of the audience also liked the frank movie which treated sex as though it had become as common as a French kiss, Gail thought.
"I like it," Roy repeated softly, giving her shoulders a squeeze with his arm. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mm, I guess so," she murmured demurely.
Maybe, she reflected, thinking of the popular love-ins and free love enthusiasts, maybe for many people sex had become as common as a kiss. Many of her girlfriends had known men intimately. Each and every one of them had confided in her, telling her about their intimate sessions with boyfriends. And her best friend, Eileen Reuss, with whom she was sharing her apartment, was quite intimate with her current boyfriend, Kirk Sloan.
Gail sighed shakily, feeling even more restless. Passion was still pent up inside her, yearning to be free for she was nineteen and still a virgin. The reason for her being still a virgin was that she wanted to relinquish her virginity to the right man only.
She'd always believed that for every woman, there was one special man: the right man. Yes, Mr. Right himself. And she knew that for her Mr. Right must be domeone fairly good-looking and tall and exciting. He was the man she'd saved her virginity for.
Someone like Roy, she thought warmly. He was tall, dark and good-looking, exciting, stimulating. He had an adventurer's face and there was a dashing charm about him that fascinated her. She felt that Roy was the one she could fall in love with.
She hoped she would fall in love with him and that he would be crazy about her. For her ripe body was filled with a woman's desires, beset by sexual need, and it was becoming difficult to quell her body's growing demand for fulfillment.
She had met Roy last Saturday night at a dance to which she'd gone with Clive Kline, the fellow she'd been dating recently before meeting Roy. It was Clive who introduced her to him, saying that he and Roy were longtime friends, after Roy Ebart had walked over to them during the dance. Because Roy was his friend, Clive had let him have a dance with her.
Charming her with his flashing dark eyes and ardent smile, Roy Ebart had affected Gail as no other guy ever
() had before. She was captivated by his persuasive charm and had felt as if she were suddenly soaring like a highflying balloon when he'd asked her to spend the next day, Sunday, with him at Seaside Beach. She'd found herself breathlessly agreeing to meet him at one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Great," he'd smiled ardently. "We'll have a wonderful time under that wide blue sky, baby."
Gail's head was already in the clouds when he'd led her back to Clive after their dance ended.
Under a cloudless blue sky she and Roy had enjoyed a fun-filled time at popular Seaside Beach after driving there in his sport coupe. Swimming close together, romping in the water and afterward lying beside Roy on the sand, Gail knew she'd never spent a more enjoyable time. She had basked in Roy's frank admiration, had liked his looking her up and down from the top of her glossy auburn hair, to the bottom of her lithe, curvaceous figure. She'd worn her new bikini which showed off her full-blown body amply.
When Roy had taken her home late in the evening, she'd let him kiss her before she got out of the car. And his burning kiss had made her heart beat wildly. That kiss had erased any doubt in her mind about Roy's strong effect on her. Her blood tingling and her face deeply flushed, she'd happily agreed to a movie date with him for Friday night.
So here they now were on their second date together, watching the very titillating movie in the Strand Theater. And Gail knew definitely that if they fell in love and he wanted her she would let Roy take her. Becasue if there was love, then it would be perfectly all right to have premarital sex relations with him, she reasoned. For love would justify it.
Gail found herself wondering for the umpteenth time what it would be really like, how it would actually feel surrendering her body to a man, doing the act of sexual intercourse ... She thought of the times her confiding girlfriends had told her about their getting made, getting laid. And then she thought of what Eileen Reuss had told her a few nights ago. Eileen had been more than a little tipsy from the effects of one too many martinis after returning from another date with Kirk Sloan.
"God, Kirk sure socked it to me tonight," she'd said in a slurred voice, swaying unsteadily on her feet. "Ohhh, he put that big thing of his into me and wore me to a frazzle!" Her bright blue eyes had rolled in remembered ecstasy. "I think that's what you need, Gail-a lay ... a good fucking, really. Saving yourself for the right guy is foolish and you're only tormenting yourself. It's foolish because it takes fucking to get to know how you really feel about a guy," she'd declared tipsily, waving her hand in a short upward flick. "You ought to let that fella you've been going with the past few weeks-what's his name ... Clive-make you a whole woman and and end your torment. Go all the way with him, get laid and start learning wha it's like to feel really alive. Get screwed, get yourself thoroughly fucked. God, are you blushing ... Look, I'm telling you for your own good, Gail...."
Gail knew that Eileen would never have talked to her like that if she'd not been under the influence of alcohol. Though it had certainly been a revelation to her that Eileen could be so uninhibited in language when intoxicated.
She sighed restlessly. To fall in love and be sure about it was what she wanted very much. She knew full well that in the event of love she would not hesitate to let herself go, with no holding back.
But to fall in love with the right man and be certain about it, wasn't as easy to accomplish as she'd once thought it would be, Gail reflected wistfully, and again strongly hoped she and Roy would fall in love with each other.
She stirred again and tried to focus her full attention once more on the movie, but her stimulated thoughts kept straying. Was Eileen right in telling her to wait no longer to have sexual relations with a man ... right in what she'd said about the sex act?....What if she gave in to her body's demand for fulfillment and began having sex to assuage her need ... wouldn't that justify indulging in sexual intimacy even though love was not involved? And, anyway, everybody else was having sex, so why should she deny herself of it any longer....
After all, she mused, Eileen and those other girlfriends who were intimate with their current boyfriends certainly didn't regret having started without real love involved.
Sex-it was the rage, the Big Thing in life nowadays ... movies, books, songs, stage plays, television programs and commercials, clothing styles, dance trends-they were all sex slanted. Sex was everywhere and in everything, Gail reflected further, touching the tip of her tongue to her rose-red lips.
She drew a deep breath that jutted her firm, large breasts outward, tautly against her blouse. Oh, she wanted to stop being a virgin, and if love didn't come along very soon now she would give up waiting and start getting her share of sex like everyone else, Gail told herself.
Noticing that deep breath she took, Roy gave a low chuckle and whispered, "This movie getting to you, baby?"
She managed a little laugh and gave a casual toss of her head, not answering him. Roy laughed softly and his arm hugged her shoulders tighter. She saw the flash of his eyes in the flickering light cast by the movie screen.
After the movie, she and Roy walked arm in arm to where his sport coupe was parked around the corner.
"It's such a lovely night out," she said.
"A perfect summer night," Roy rejoined lightly. "We'll go for a nice drive, baby, and on the way back stop at a diner for a snack."
"All right," she agreed.
They got in the car, and Gail leaned back on the seat, stretching out her shapely legs comfortably as Roy started the motor and put on the headlights. She was wearing a pale blue sleeveless blouse and a red mini skirt that hiked up well above her knees.
Roy quickly drove out of town and onto the highway. Gail turned on the car radio and tuned it down to a mellow sound, then she sat close to Roy with a sensuous expression on her face, savoring the warm, mid-July breeze streaming through the open windows. As she nestled close to him, Roy slipped his arm about her shoulders once more, smiling ardently at her.
"Shouldn't you keep both hands on the wheel?" she said archly.
He gave a little squeeze with his encircling arm, and answered, "I can drive with one hand as well as the next guy, baby."
She laughed lightly. She felt a great liking for Roy. He was different from Clive Kline in a much more exciting way. Clive wasn't as dashing or sophisticated as Roy. Clive was inclined to be stolid, quiet and a little too serious-minded about things, inhibited. Roy was so stimulating and outgoing, his nature just the opposite of Clive's temperament.
Looking at Roy now, she felt a stronger attraction than ever as she yielded to the coaxing pressure of his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Her thigh pressed against his. The ardent quality of Roy's eyes deepened and he suddenly pecked a kiss on the tip of her upturned nose. She smiled happily, liking his light-hearted manner. He was so easy-going and pleasant.
"A nice drive on a beautiful night with a beautiful girl," he said softly. "It's what I've been looking forward to since last Sunday, baby."
"I've never considered myself beautiful," she murmured, her pulse beating in her throat.
Roy glanced at her, his eyes twinkling and dancing.
"A man is always the best judge of whether a girl is beautiful, Gail," he said nonchalantly. "That's why it's men who judge beauty contests. Becasue a man knows real beauty when he sees it. You are beautiful, really beautiful, baby."
She felt herself flush with pleasure. It was wonderful to hear him pay her such a flattering compliment. She smiled at him sweetly.
Presently they were in the countryside, and Roy left the highway and headed south on a rural road. Gail thought the fields had never looked so serenely lovely in the bright moonlight, and she felt a nostalgic feeling because she'd been born and brought up on a South Jersey farm and there were times when she sort of missed the quiet country life.
She had been just sixteen when a bad car accident killed her parents while enroute home from a county fair. Miraculously she herself had suffered only a few minor contusions in the crash. After losing her parents, she'd gone to live with her favorite aunt and uncle. She had stayed with Aunt Doris and Uncle Hal until she reached eighteen. Then she'd rented an apartment in Twin Oaks, wanting to be out on her own, independent.
Living alone had proved to be a little lonely, though, and so when Eileen Reuss had asked to move in with her two months ago, she'd gladly welcomed having the effervescent, buxom blonde move in. They got along fine together, sharing the rent and food money, and Gail had been able to land an office job with grateful Eileen's help, so that she no longer need withdraw any more money from the bank account she had opened with the ten thousand dollars allotted to her when her deceased father's will was probated.
Gail sighed contentedly and glanced at Roy, wondering again whether they would fall in love. He was looking straight ahead at the road. She had the sudden feeling that she was going to fall in love with him, and a little thrill went through her. She felt a spreading softening warmth in her belly. She knew that if Roy parked she would not have any objection to necking with him. None at all.
Roy turned his head and met her warm caressing gaze. He grinned at her, an intimate glow coming into his eves, and patted her knee. Then he returned his attention to the road, and Gail closed her eyes dreamily as the sport coupe sped through the countryside.
Next thing she knew, Roy was pulling the car off to the side of the road. He didn't stop, though, but kept right on driving, across a field and into a narrow, dirt lane. Then, a little further on, Roy brought the sport coupe to a smooth stop, and Gail saw that they were in a little grove. All around them oak branches waved gently in the breeze and leaves rustled. The moonlight filtered down through the overhanging branches.
The perfectness of this night! thought Gail warmly as Roy pulled her against him, his grasp firm and assured. His eyes glinted in the moonlit darkness, and a small tremor passed through her and she felt a sudden warm tension in her breasts as Roy's lips came down, determined and eager, on hers in a crushing kiss. It was hot and overwhelming, compelling her mouth to conform to his, and she felt his tongue thrusting its way quickly into her mouth.
Roy worked the hot kiss into her receptive mouth, using his lips and tongue in expert ways that started an inner jangling excitement in her. There was a catch in her throat over which she had simply no control.
Her heart pounding, Gail abandoned herself to Roy's overwhelming kisses, returning kiss for kiss. The way she felt, Roy couldn't kiss her keeply enough, couldn't hug her tightly enough, and she knew that he felt the same way.
They continued embracing, straining together as their mouths clung together, tongues clashing passionately. Roy's pressuring kisses weren't anything like Clive Kline's gentle, chaste kisses, and Gail felt all sorts of emotions zigzagging around inside of her. Her mouth became increasingly hot and responsive under Roy's. She was being kissed like she'd never been kissed before, and it was terrifically wonderful!
Then Roy was easing her back against the seat and his tongue plunged deeper inside her mouth, stabbing toward her tonsils, and Gail thought she would choke on her pulse. She moaned deep in her throat and opened her mouth wider under his.
Without breaking kissing contact, Roy suddenly began squeezing her breasts with his hands, and she felt her heart swell like a balloon within her. Ohh-h! Her breath caught in her throat. No one had ever squeezed her breasts before and the sensation she felt made her head giddy. Ohhhhhhh.
With a muffled groan of pleasure, she arched against Roy with her breasts, making no attempt to stop him from squeezing them. His hands squeezed harder and a gust of emotion filled her throat and her mouth became wildly active, feverish, against his devouring mouth and moving tongue.
In her mushrooming excitement Gail scarcely felt Roy's hands quickly unbutton her blouse. But when he broke the lengthy kiss and fumbled with her bra she became aware of what his hands were doing. She didn't object, deciding hazily that anything short of sexual intercourse was all right.
She looked at Roy giddily, her mouth slackly open and her eyes glazed sultrily, as he removed the bra, freeing her breasts. Roy's eyes took on a deeper glow as the twin mounds surged free, full and firm, nipples already erect and hard.
"Beautiful big babies," he murmured huskily. "The biggest I've seen, for a fact. A really great pair of beauties. They're the best and really something to latch onto!"
Gail moaned and shivered uncontrollably as he grabbed both breasts and kneaded them together. She closed her eyes in clamorous excitement.
"Oh, what a pair of sweet big tits," Roy drooled sexily as he continued kneading and fondling, playing with them, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. "I can't get over their size, Gail baby."
She thought she would surely faint from the excitement when he lowered his lips to the sensitive mounds of flesh. Tumult of emotions, sensations, went through her as his mouth moved from one tingling breast to the other and back to the first. She trembled and gasped and-jiggled her breasts, loving what Roy was doing to them.
No one had ever gotten this far with her before, and a little warning voice inside the back of Gail's head suddenly said: "Don't get swept away completely ... stop Roy now!" But she knew she was powerless to stop him now. The thrills were too delightful....
She knotted her fingers in Roy's black wavy hair and pulled his head closer, wanting him to keep on paying oral tribute to her breasts.
"Ohhhhh, feels so good," she moaned. "Do it more...."
Finally Roy drew away.
"Enough of that, baby," he whispered, his eyes glinting in the rays of moonlight penetrating the car. "Let's get on to better things...."
He pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth once more and smoothly slipping his hand underneath her hiked-up mini skirt. She felt his hand moving on her thigh, seeking swiftly, and her legs involuntarily opened as his fingers slid under her panties and found her secret lips. She wiggled spasmodically, gasped and trembled as those fingers moved inside her womanly portal.
As Roy's fingers fully invaded her privates, Gail broke the kiss and groaned. His intimate caress jerked her into sudden sharp awareness; her skin rippled and tightened. She knew she'd let Roy go too far. If she didn't stop him now before it was too late....
"Roy, stop," she gasped in soft, shaky protest, and tried to resist, locking his hand between her burning thighs.
But his fingers remained inside her and continued moving, setting off fires deep within her. She trembled uncontrollably, biting her lower lip, caught up in acute feeling. Her breath hissed between her teeth. Her shapely legs jerked.
"Roy, stop," she repeated in a whimpering tone.
He paid her no heed, and she attempted to twist away now. She succeeded only in causing his hand to delve further up as she twisted her hips and found herself sitting on his hand. Roy held her against him, kissing and nibbling on the side of her neck.
"Oh-" Gail gasped, her nostrils flaring. "Oh, oh, oh...."
His hand was driving her crazy. She felt fiery shocks bolting through her loins, and involuntarily moved her behind in rocking motions. Her thoughts were whirling and blurrek.
And then Roy was pushing her down on the seat, his eyes glittering with avid desire.
Oh no! Gail thought weakly. Not all the way ... she mustn't let him go all the way! Her heart drummed erratically.
She made one last desperate effort. "No, Roy, stop, please!" she blurted.
He ignored her plea. "Too late for that, baby," he said, smiling and sure of himself. "You know we can't stop now. And you know we both don't want to. Admit you don't, baby."
She shook her head and tried to rise and he pushed her back. He pushed her flat on the car seat, and she quivered from head to toe, nerves jerking and muscles tensing. Her mini skirt was high about her waist. She felt light-headed, emotionally giddy.
"Listen," Roy said, his voice determined, "I wanted you the minute I saw you at that dance with Clive last Saturday night. I never envied a guy as much as I envied Clive when I saw you together, and knew I had to make a play for you. Clive's really dull compared to a guy like me and I don't know how he was able to latch onto a beautiful borad like you." His eyes flashed. "Oh, I want you so bad I'm one big ache," he said roughly. "Now I'm going to have you, baby!"
His hands swooped down as he hovered over her, and Gail felt her panties being pulled away and down over her knees. She rolled her head and let out a shuddering breath.
"Please don't, Roy," she moaned, but she knew it was too late and that she had let him go too far. He meant to have his way with her and she could not hope to dissuade him.
"Oh, drop the pretense. You want me. Admit it, baby."
His glittering eyes held hers hypnotically, and Gail's heart pounded so hard she couldn't think. She suddenly had never felt so mixed up inside.
"Roy," she said faintly, the blood beating in her throat.
He quickly descended on top of her, his lean, virile body covering hers, his hard hips pressing down and pinning her buttocks to the car seat.
She gasped: "Please, I never-"
His hot lips closed over hers in a surging, wet kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. Simultaneously he buckled tighter to her body, thrusting her thighs further apart, and Gail experienced the sudden impact of his driving thrust between her wide-splayed thighs. She stiffened and let out a cry that was muffled by his encompassing mouth.
Roy drove deeper, intent upon getting his male organ inside her completely, and Gail uttered a sharp cry of pain, wrenching her mouth away from his. She thrust upwards with her whole body straining to thrust him off, but instead felt the deeper sinking of the rigid hard flesh that seemed to slash at her insides. She trembled violently.
"What the hell," Roy muttered. "Don't tell me you're a virgin? It can't be...." His tone reflected astonishment. "Yesss," Gail groaned.
"Damn, it's too good to be true," he whispered. Then he displayed an exultant smile. "How about that? Oh, baby...."
He hugged her hard and moved against her in a long deeper thrust that penetrated her to the core and lodged the entire length of his thick organ inside her expanded channel. A spasm went through Gail and her fingers dug into Roy's back. The powerful feeling of being full of him sent stars off inside of her head.
"That's it," Roy grunted. "Dig your claws into me, baby. I'll make you function like a woman!"....
That night in his room at a downtown rooming house in Westdale, a large town bordered by the smaller towns of Twin Oaks, Cloverton, and Ridgedale, widower Ben Hulen laid down the late evening paper he'd been perusing and shook his gray-thatched head, frowning down at the newspaper.
"Hippies," he muttered to himself. "Love-ins ... orgies ... free love, blatant sex...." He continued shaking his head disapprovingly. "Things have considerably changed since I was a young man courting a girl ... Such going's-on today! What's gotten into young people of this generation?" He chewed his lip.
He was sixty-four, a tall, heavy-set man with a broad face and pale blue eyes, and his shoulders were slightly stooped from age and many years of toil as a warehouse foreman. Now a night watchman for the same warehouse firm, he was looking forward to retirement in another year. His wife, Olga, had died ten years ago.
Still frowning down at the paper, he pushed his chair back away from the table and got to his feet.
"Hippies!" he snorted. "What will the young shipper-snappers be calling themselves next. Drinking and dope-sniffing and loose behavior and what-not ... doing very much as they please and how they please ... Wild beach parties, marihuana cigarettes, drag racing...." He chewed his lip again. "I wonder what Olga would say if she were alive? She was so prim and proper during our courting days, and inhibited even on our honeymoon. I can well imagine what she'd have said about the way young people are carrying on today: 'Disgraceful!'"
He hitched up his trousers and glanced at his wrist-watch. It was eleven p.m., time he got started getting ready to leave for the warehouse. His night watchman duties commenced at eleven-thirty and terminated at seven a.m. He stretched his arms, dropped them to his sides and walked over to the dresser. He bent to the mirror and passed a comb through his gray hair, then straightened and went to the closet to get his jacket.
As he put on the suit jacket, Ben's glance strayed to the newspaper and he suddenly wondered how many unmarried young people were copulating right this very moment. He couldn't even venture a guess, but he knew there were a great many. According to the newspapers and other media, what was taking place was a "sex revolution"....
He placed his revolver, a .38 Special, into its holster on his hip, still thinking about all the sexual goings-on everywhere. He sighed, reflecting that right now, this minute, there were probably virgins being deflowered, let alone how many already experienced single girls were copulating at this hour of night.
Ben shook his head, chewing his lip. Unbridled sex, drugs, orgies, college campus sex, wife-swapping, homosexuality, rape, prostitution, incest-the commission of all these things had risen rapidly in a tremendous increase that was widespread, according to the newspaper stories he'd read. It seemed to him that the world had never before been as passion filled as it was nowadays. All kinds of passions, with the emphasis on unruly passions....
He turned and walked to the door, telling himself he'd better get down to the warehouse and not concern himself with the changing morals in this day and age.
CHAPTER TWO
A dozen pulses hammered away within Gail as Roy pumped his hips faster in the ultimate act of sexual intercourse with her. All sensation was now fixed on that one inner spot in contact with Roy's thrusting organ. She was unaware of anything else but the jolting that seemed to make that acute spot vibrate and throb in mounting intensity. Her eyes were jammed shut and yhe could see or hear nothing for the moment; she could only feel what was happening down there inside her loins. And nothing mattered to her right now except what was happening down there.
The next moment she gasped sharply and her eyes sprang open as Roy's teeth suddenly fastened on her earlobe in a painful bite. She heard his low growl of passion. Just as suddenly his teeth released her earlobe and his mouth captured hers in a crushing kiss. A flood-tide of sensation engulfed her.
Roy kissed her deeply for a good minute, his tongue moving all around and his hips not breaking rhythm. He had full possession of her, and Gail felt the passion that had been locked inside her for so long suddenly burst free. She tightened her arms about Roy and pushed her belly hard into his and churned her hips to provoke greater effort from him.
"Ahhh, baby!" he groaned and redoubled his efforts.
Gail gasped his name, digging her fingernails into his back. She felt herself soaring to a higher plateau of feeling that robbed her of breath. Her body seemed to swell and grow, to become tauter and tauter. Roy's hard penis was lunging inside her vagina.
"Roy ... ah! Roy-y!" she gasped throbbingly. "Oh, oh, ohh-h!"
Her body pulsated. She throbbed. She was now excited to such an extent that she felt lifted out of herself on a billowly tide of pleasure. Her heat was pounding in her ears. Oh, how she had been starving for just this! She dug her nails harder into Roy's muscular back, and moaned in a wild, choked way.
"Oooooh, I never knew...." she choked.
"This is what you've been needing, baby," Roy panted, his accelerated breath steaming her ear.
"Yes, yes, yes, ohhh yesssss," she gasped heatedly.
"I can't figure how you could've waited, held out until now," he gritted between his teeth. "But I'm glad it's me who breaking you in. Damn, but you've got a wonderful snug cunt, baby."
The hot walls of her vagina were wrapped tightly around Roy's moving penis, which kept plunging to the hilt with every in-thrust. She could feel the thick round blunt male organ very strongly in the expanded passage of her vagina.
"Don't talk," she gasped. "Just keep doing!"
Roy tightened his pressure against her as he kept jolting her with his penis, and their loud, hurried breathing gilled the car. Gail's moans were a mixture of urgent need and passion.
Then she felt Roy begin to tense, felt him stiffen against her. She felt it that keenly ... felt it in the sudden tightening of his thighs and arms, in the rippling muscles on his back. She sensed he was on the brink and knew she herself was just about to explode. It was an overwhelming feeling inside her, like a balloon inflated to bursting point. Ohhhhhhh!
"Oh, baby!" Roy cried out in her passion-blurred hearing, and a long, groaning rush of breath scorched her ear.
She stiffened, then seemed to melt for an instant, almost swallowing Roy's spasming organ within her, then her body clenched and she arched under him, uttering a thin scream of ecstasy and raking his back with her nails, as his climax triggered her own shattering release. They clung tightly together, bodies fused, as sensation cascaded through them.
Neither of them spoke for a while when it was over. Gail sighed, a deep satisfied sigh of fulfillment. At last she was a whole woman, and the completion of herself filled her with contentment. Eileen had been so right, she thought serenely. She felt really alive for the first time in her life. It was wonderful. She was glad Roy had taken her despite her protests.
Presently he broke the silence between them. Sitting back behind the wheel of the sport coupe with his trousers fixed, he grinned at her and said with casual conceit, "How did you like it? It was good, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she agreed. "It was very good."
A good fucking, that's what Eileen had said she'd needed and that's what she'd gotten from Roy. She had been thoroughly laid.
"I think we better get started back to town," she said quietly, pulling her panties on.
"Hey, don't tell me you're having sudden regrets, baby?"
She shook her head. "No," she told him. "I'm not sorry."
"Okay," he smiled, and gave her a sensual look. "You're a good lay, Gail. I mean it, you're really something."
She looked at him. Was it only her body that he'd wanted? Was that all she meant to him-a good lay? He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I guess we better be starting back, baby," he murmured.
On the way back Roy glanced at her and said, "I sure hadn't pegged you as a virgin. You've been going with Clive and I guess I just figured it wrong...."
"Clive has been a gentleman," she said quietly.
"Yeah, I should've known ... a dull guy like him. Still and all, a beautiful girl with your lush build-what is a guy supposed to think?"
"Well, it's done now," she said.
Roy grinned. "Yeah, nothing can change that."....
Later that night as she was getting ready to slip into bed, Gail ran her hands lightly over her hips and thighs, marveling at the passion that was in her, the passion that had made her respond to Roy with an ardor and wildness that she hadn't known exited within her. Her breasts and loins still tingled from the glory they'd experienced. She knew she had enjoyed what had happened. There had been some pain at first, but then the pain had quickly become a dull hurt and disappeared entirely as it was replaced with overwhelming need and pleasurable sensations.
With a soft, shivery sigh, Gail slipped into bed and lay there motionless except for a quivering of her nostrils as she relived her sexual initiation from start to finish, relived the sexual passion that had gripped her body so intensely. Even in retrospect, it seemed she could again feel herself churning her belly against Roy's and digging her fingernails into his back ... feel the consuming blaze that had burned so fiercely as it engulfed her ... could again feel herself arching under Roy and hear herself screaming in ecstasy....
She breathed hard for the moment, remembering.
"Oh, Roy," she whispered.
She could not he to herself. She knew she wanted Roy, wanted to feel again the tremendous thrill of his love-making. Yet at the same time she felt that she should not let him possess her again if it was only her body he wanted and wasn't genuinely interested in her. She knew she liked him a great deal and was possibly falling in love with him, knew that he held a powerful attraction for her, and therefore she didn't want to think that it was just her body he was interested in.
Love, that was still the important thing to her. She wanted love, Gail told herself, doggedly.
She suddenly thought of Clive Kline, thought of the dates she'd had with him. Clive had never gone further than kissing her and saying tender words. Although he'd attempted to go a little farther than usual, on their last date, when he had brushed his hands against her breasts. She had quickly drawn away and he had immediately apologized for touching them....
There had, Gail reflected, been no apologies from Roy! He had been man enough to take what he wanted. A shiver wriggled down her spine. She drew a long breath and let it out shakily.
She closed her eyes and tried to get to sleep, but it eluded her and she remained awake, thinking about Roy. Eileen had yet to come home for her Friday night date with Kirk Sloan, and Gail now decided to stay awake so she could tell Eileen what had happened between her and Roy Ebart.
But she dozed off finally and fell asleep. Then, suddenly, she was wakened by the sounds of loud laughter and Eileen's voice. The bedroom door was open and she quickly realized that Kirk Sloan was in the apartment with Eileen. She could distinctly hear them.
"Be quite, Gail's in bed asleep and we don't want to awaken her, Kirk. I don't know why you had to insist on seeing me into the apartment-"
"You know why, honey ... 'Cause that party we went to lasted so late, and I'm in no mood to leave you until we've had ourselves some lovin' at least. With my car in a garage for repairs, your place here is elected for that lovin'...."
"It's after four o'clock," Eileen protested, "and this is not the time for that ... not with Gail in the other room, Kirk."
"She's asleep, you said. As for being after four o'clock, what's another half hour or so, honey...." Kirk said in a low rumble.
Their voices were a little slurred, especially Kirk's, and Gail knew they were both half drunk. Eileen's protests sounded weak, and Gail detected a note of willingness in her voice that showed she was in the same mood as Kirk was.
Sure enough, Eileen gave a sensual giggle the next moment and said: "All right, but let's be quiet so's not to wake Gail up ... On the sofa here ... Do you want me to get naked for you, Kirk, darling?" Eileen purred.
"Yeah, sure, honey!" his voice was deep with desire.
Then there was a silence ... Gail felt a prickling sensation at the top of her scalp. She was up on one elbow now, listening, and her ears caught a tiny rustling of movement. Suddenly, she was unable to resist an urge to peek in at Eileen and her boyfriend. She got up quietly and padded to the doorway. She simply had to peek and she didn't feel guilty about it, telling herself that Eileen and Kirk oughtn't to be making love in there while she was here in the next room, even though they thought she was asleep.
She leaned her head out just enough so she could see what they were doing, and saw them standing by the sofa. The only illumination was the soft, shaded light from one of the living room lamps, and it enabled Gail to see well enough what was taking place. Eileen had stripped off her clothes and was swaying tipsily on her feet as she faced Kirk in all her buxom nakedness, her very large breasts jutting out proudly.
"Give me a kiss before we get on the sofa," she now whispered sibilantly to Kirk, smiling provocatively at him.
"Okay, but let's waste no time getting to the main thing," he said in a low rumble, reaching to take her in his arms. "I've got to have you bad, honey."
"Sure," Eileen slurred, moving into his embrace.
Kirk's mouth settled hungrily on hers, his arms pulling Eileen in against the big, husky length of him. It was a somewhat prolonged kiss, and one of his hands trailed downward to Eileen's prominent buttocks and squeezed the deep-fleshed ovals.
Then Kirk abruptly broke the kiss. "Get down on that sofa," he said hoarsely. "I can't wait another minute sto start boffing you!"
Eileen laughed huskily. "I'm ready for it, so just take out that big prick of yours," she told him sexily.
Swaying on his feet unsteadily, Kirk fumbled at his trousers and suddenly swore as he encountered some difficulty in opening his trouser fly. "Zipper's stuck," he hissed.
Watching and listening, Gail clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a wild giggle.
"Here, let me try it," Eileen said to her swearing boyfriend.
She knelt swiftly in front of him and succeeded in pulling down the zipper. Then she reached into the opening and drew out Kirk's penis, which was in a state of semi-erection. What she did next elicited a suppressed gasp from Gail. For she saw Eileen bend her blonde head forward and take Kirk's thickening organ in her mouth. An electrical sensation coursed through Gail as she stared in utter fascination.
She avidly watched as Eileen's head bobbed back and forth and Kirk stood rocking slightly on his feet with his fingers curling in Eileen's hair. She knew enough about sex to know what Eileen was doing with her mouth, and she now decided it wasn't really improper, considering that Eileen had mentioned she was seriously thinking of marrying Kirk. She knew they had been going together for well over three months, which was the longest time her best girlfriend had ever gone with a particular guy, and from all Eileen had said about Kirk there was every reason to believe she might marry him in due time.
Eileen worked on Kirk's penis for several moments while he groaned and gripped her moving head. Most of his now fully hardened organ was inside Eileen's mouth, for he had pulled her head closer.
Then Kirk rumbled: "That's enough, honey ... I want you now."
Eileen drew away slowly. "I guess you're set now," she agreed, eyeing the large, rigid, fleshy organ which stuck out like a cudgel from between Kirk's legs.
"I'm as set as I'll ever be, honey!"
Eileen smiled and gave his big thing a last hot kiss, then rose to stand before him again. Kirk pushed her toward the sofa. They plunged down onto it almost together and quickly blended their bodies together into its comfortable cushions.
"Ahh-h, honey," Kirk said hoarsely, his voice urgent with need.
"Fuck me, you wonderful big lug," Eileen gasped. "Fuck me!"
Without wasting another word, Kirk proceeded to do that, and Gail felt a pulse racing in her throat as she watched the rise and fall of his solid hips and heard Eileen's garbled moans. Her face suddenly felt hot, flushed, and she couldn't take her eyes off the mounting rhythm of Kirk's hips and Eileen's threshing legs. To use Eileen's own phrase, Kirk was really socking it to her, Gail thought fleetingly.
Then the pace quickened, became syncrommatic and violent, and Eileen began gasping an incoherent jumble of words, all run together. She dug her nails into Kirk's back and gyrated against him. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "I can feel it to the top of my head! Oh! Oh!" she shrilled. "Keep ramming that big cock into me!"
They thrashed together, on the sofa, her legs locking around his. And then there was a wild threshing and Eileen was crying out uncontrollably, uttering a series of ecstatic screams.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooooooh! Now, Kirk.. NOW!"
Her face flaming as she watched them, Gail knew the naked blonde had reached her peak. Eileen was wild under Kirk and he was groaning and beginning his descent into the abyss of release, his hips jerking strongly as he expended his forceful energy. Finally he slumped and lay still on top of Eileen, whose body also ceased to move.
"God, I hope it's always as good for us," Eileen purred afterward. "You can sure sock it to me, darling. I-" She paused, suddenly craning her head around to look toward the bedroom doorway. "Hey, I completely forgot about Gail ... my screaming could have awakened her-"
"Who cares," Kirk rumbled.
Gail had of course ducked her head back in time to keep from being seen by Eileen. She stood motionless, listening.
"Come to think of it, maybe it would have done Gail some good if she had wakened and caught us like this," Eileen said then. "That girl need to be laid and I tried to tell her that one night. I had a few drinks in me like now when I, well, told her so in plain English. She's still a virgin, Kirk ... imagine."
"No kidding?" he rumbled in disbelief. "It don't seem possible ... She's stacked almost as good as you-"
"Well, it's true nonetheless. It's a darn shame...."
"She doesn't know what she's missing, honey! A virgin yet-who'd ever have thought it," Kirk rumbled. "What is she-a damn prude or something?"
"She wants to save herself for the guy she falls in love with," Eileen told him. "She figures only love will make it all right to have sexual intercourse with a guy; that's just what she said."
Kirk made a snorting sound. "And how does she expect to know it's love unless she lets the guy lay her? That's the only way to find out for sure, since when you come right down to it what is love but good, satisfying sex with someone you like in a lot of other ways. You sure can't be happy without a good sex partner. So-called love flies out the window fast if you can't be made happy in bed!" he asserted.
Eileen agreed with him: "A girl and guy have to be sexually suited to each other, yes. Anyway, I've tried to wise Gail up for her own sake, but I don't know if it's done any good...." She broke off. "Darling, you're heavy," she said. "You'd better be leaving now, I'm completely pooped and drowsy," she added.
"Yeah, sure, honey," Kirk rumbled.
Gail turned away from the doorway and quickly slipped back into bed.
When Eileen came into the bedroom after Kirk Sloan had left the apartment, Gail was breathing evenly, pretending to be asleep. In view of what had occurred in the other room, she'd decided she would wait till breakfast time to tell her girlfriend that she was no longer a virgin and disclose how her deflowering had transpired. She knew Eileen would be glad to know she'd finally experienced the sex act and was now a 'whole woman'.
Gail smiled to herself contentedly, knowing that suddenly it didn't really matter, after all, if she was just a passing interlude in Roy's life. He had made her a complete woman, brought her fulfillment, and she was thankful for that.
Somehow she just seemed to realize now that her feelings toward Roy Ebart did not go deeper than infatuation based mainly on sheer fascination. She'd simply been attracted to Roy like a moth was attracted to a flame.
All at once she felt like she was a different person, with a whole new outlook and serenely confident that she would find Mr. Right, find love, before too long. She was going to kick over the traces, going to find the right man by going about it in the same way Eileen had. Eileen had found her special someone: Kirk. So would she find hers, Gail thought confidently.
She reviewed Eileen and Kirk's conversation about her. Yes, their discourse concerning love had given her sudden insight, had made it clear that the logical way to 'find' the right man was by shopping around sexually, so to speak, until she found a man who she really cared about and who sexually suited her.
It was the best way, Gail told herself decisively.
With a heartfelt sigh that was full of optimism, she dropped off to sleep-but not before she'd sneaked a glance at Eileen and saw the radiance in her girlfriend's face ... a radiance that made her feel envious of the buxom blonde and strengthened her resolve.
Ben Hulen plodded down the winding, weed-lined path that shortly brought him to Slocum Street, a dimly-lit narrow street in the south end of town. The squat warehouse was just up ahead, situated on the other side of the quiet street.
As he walked up the street, which at this time of night was usually deserted, Ben quickly noticed a white-roofed convertible parked near the warehouse. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a shadowy movement inside the car.
"Young lovers," he muttered. "Probably teenagers."
On two or three previous occasions he'd observed teenage couples parked there for the express purpose of making love. Apparently they felt that parking near the dark, silent warehouse offered little chance of their being disturbed.
He glanced into the convertible as he plodded past. Sure enough, it was a young couple of high school age, with the girl astraddle the boy behind the steering wheel. She was kissing him, pecking at the boy's lips with hers, and moving herself up and down rhythmically and moaning softly. Her short skirt was hiked up above her white, young thighs. The boy was clasping her to him.
Ben's lips pulled down at the corners in stern disapproval. Young animals, that's what the young people were like in this day and age, he thought and averted his gaze from the entwined couple, who were so busily occupied they seemed lost completely in their own private world and didn't even notice him walking by.
Ben chewed his lip as he plodded on to the warehouse entrance. How different it'd been when he was a young fellow courting a girl, he thought reflectively. Back in that bygone era a young swain had considered himself lucky to have gotten kisses and a few hugs from his sweetheart. A fellow had respected a girl in those days and courted her in the accustomed manner befitting a gentleman ... had waited until marriage to have sexual relations with her. Just as he'd respected Olga and courted her in the proper manner and then hadn't become intimate with her until after they'd wed....
Ben's forehead creased. There had, of course, been young, foolish couples who'd engaged in premarital sex relations even in those puritan days, he conceded to himself. But their number had been few, totally insignificant, as compared to the countless unmarried, unbetrothed couples of today who considered chastity to be strictly old-fashioned and out moded. Today free love was the "in" thing, as was the Pill ... today youth was having its "kicks" in every way imaginable ... Ben chewed his lip harder.
"Young people have a lot of freedom nowadays," he soliloquized, "and they're certainly making the most of it. In a way, I can't say as I blame them ... No doubt some of them are simply conforming to the modern code as regards sex, just following the example of all the rest who instituted that code, feeling they have to do likewise to show they're not old-fashioned about sex ... Old-fashioned!" Ben snorted. "Things were not wild and hectic and plumb out of control when people went by old-fashioned customs!"
He was still chewing his lip when he let himself into the warehouse and relieved Jack Coles, a part-time guard whose shift was five-thirty to eleven-thirty p.m.
As he started his watchman's tour through the warehouse, he saw in his mind's eye the teenage couple entwined in the convertible, and he muttered under his breath: "They're all fucking like rabbits, these days!"
CHAPTER THREE
Gary Merlo was lolling around in his room that early Saturday afternoon, when his sister Debby walked in.
"I'm going over to my girlfriend's house," she said. "I'll be home by six in time for supper. Mom said she ought to be back from Aunt Gwen's house around five-thirty."
Gary nodded. "Okay, kid," he drawled.
She pouted at him. "Don't call me that. I'm not a kid, Gary! I wish you'd realize how grown-up I am and stop treating me like a kid. You're four years older than me, but I'm just as grown-up as you!"
He looked at her quietly, not wanting to get into an argument with her. "You're only sixteen, Debby."
"I'll be seventeen in a few months. I'm old enough!" she flared.
He eyed her narrowly. "Old enough for what?"
Debby tossed her head and gave him a defiant look. "Old enough not to be called 'kid' anymore. You're the only one who calls me that, anyway-nobody else does! Maybe there's something wrong with your eyes and you need glasses. Can't you see how grown up I am?" She arched her upper body forward, her head thrown back provocatively.
Gary found his eyes drawn to the stand-out front of her blouse. Her breasts swelled firm and thrusting, punching twin peaks in the taut-stretched blouse. He stared at them, thinking that they were as good in size as those of older girls he'd dated-girls of eighteen and nineteen years of age.
"Well, is it getting through to you that I'm all grownup?" Debby asked, preening with visible great pride in her physical assets. "Or do I have to show you in the flesh?"
Gary pulled his eyes from the high rise of her young, big breasts. It was as though he had never really noticed her since her childhood, and remembering her budding small breasts when she was thirteen he realized only now how his kid sister had filled out beautifully. She was a knock-out, really built for her age. She had the face of a lovely girl and the body of a real woman.
He moistened his lips. "Okay," he said quietly, looking into her shining hazel eyes, "so you've grown up physically, but that doesn't change the fact you're only sixteen."
"Practically seventeen," she reminded. "So I'm old enough to start having dates. And I'm going to!" she added, with an expression of determination on her pretty face.
He didn't say anything for a moment, then he smiled at her. "Are you really?" he kidded.
She put a hand up to her long, luxuriant, chestnut hair. "I am," she said firmly. "There are some fellows who have been after me for a date. One of them asked me only last night in the ice cream parolor. I told him I'd let him know tonight."
"Is he a nice guy?" Gary asked her. "What's his name and how did you come to meet him?"
"I met him there, in the ice cream parlor, and he seems very nice. He's eighteen and his name's Earl," Debby told him quickly.
"Earl what?"
"Cole ... Earl Cole. He lives just a few blocks from here."
"Where?"
"On Prescott Street."
Gary studied his sister's flushed face. "And you're seeing this Earl Cole tonight?"
She nodded her head. "Yes, to give him my answer about a date." She looked down at her pointed shoes. "I hope hell be there tonight like he said he would."
"Be where?"
"In the ice cream parlor."
"Oh." He pursed his lips, looking at her intently. "You intend to date him?"
"Yes," she said firmly, meeting his gaze again. "I like him."
"Uh huh," he murmured. "Does Mom know about your wanting to start dating?"
Debby blinked at him. "Shell say it's all right. I'm old enough to go out on dates, she knows that without my telling her."
He nodded. "I guess shell say it's okay. Yeah, you're old enough, Debby."
"I'm old enough for anything," she declared archly.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, looking at her narrowly again. "What do you mean-anything?"
"Just that I am old enough for anything," she said, with a trace of defiance back in her voice. "I can take care of myself."
"Has any guy tried to get fresh with you? Have you-" he stopped, unable to bring himself to ask her whether she'd done anything with a guy. He had never talked about sex with his sister and he didn't fancy that now.
The flush on Debby's face deepened. She shook her head, her eyes fixed upon his. "No guy has gotten fresh with me. I never let any fellow put his hands on me ... or do anything...." Her voice trailed off a little shakily.
He looked away. "Okay," he said a bit gruffly. "Just see that you watch your step around guys, that's all."
"I don't bother with wolves," Debby said.
"Go on over to your girlfriend's house," he said. "Scoot."
"In a minute," she said. "I want you to know that the only reason I haven't started dating yet was because I didn't know any fellow whom I liked enough to want to go out with, until I met Earl. He really is pretty swell."
"I guess he must be if you say so," Gary smiled. "He'll probably be waiting for you in the ice cream parlor tonight, don't worry. I hope the both of you will have a nice time, Debby."
She gave him a bright smile. "Thanks!" Her hazel eyes glowed. "Er ... are you going out tonight?" she asked abruptly.
"Sure," he told her. "Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders and gave a little laugh. "Nothing, I just asked...." Her eyes sparkled at him. "I hope you have a nice time, too!" she blurted.
He grinned at her. "I'll try to," he said lightly. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a nap."
"Okay!" she laughed, tossing her head gaily, "I'll be home for supper."
She spun on one heel and moved toward the open door with a ripe hip swing. Her body was firm and shapely and long-legged for her height. She was tall for her age. Her long hair bounced gently with the rhythm of her walk. She walked with a blithe air about her and an eager spring in her step. Her compact backside pressed round and enticing against her tight short skirt, swaying with each step she took. His kid sister had surely grown up, Garry commented to himself, eyeing her appraisingly. Though he couldn't help thinking that the maturity of Debby's body did not fit her eager young face.
She paused at the door and looked back at him. "I'm so glad you now know I'm no kid anymore," she said exuberantly, and went out:
Gary smiled fondly after his departing sister and hoped that she would never lose her alluring freshness and zesty bounciness. Debby was a really sweet girl.
As he reclined on his bed, he thought about how different it was to consider a girl from a brother's viewpoint. Having always thought of Debby in a brotherly way, he had never thought about the time when guys would be be trying to date her. It just had never occurred to him that his sister would one day be attracting guys.
That day had now arrived, and he couldn't help feeling a little concerned-after all, Debby was his sister and he knew what guys were after when it came to girls. He knew only too well, since he was after the same thing when he was out with a girl.
Yeah, guys were looking for one thing when out with girls-to fuck them, Gary reflected soberly. And being a guy he felt the same way. He had to admit it. That's how it was, that's all....
He decided it was up to Debby to be able to take care of herself, like she had said she could.
He was trying to doze off when the buzzer at the front of the apartment went off a few minutes after Debby had gone out. He swung off the bed and onto his feet, wondering who the visitor was. He strode out of his room, heading for the kitchen with long-legged strides, and a moment later opened the hall door.
Joan Giggs stood there. She smiled at him, her blue eyes dancing. "Hi, Gary," she said, and there was a slight huskiness in her voice. "I'm back from vacationing with my folks-"
"So I see," he said, quickly smiling at her.
Her white even teeth flashed in a little laugh. "We arrived back home this morning. It was nice in Atlantic City, but I could hardly wait to get back home ... to see you again, I mean...." She moved a bit closer to him, gazing into his eyes. "I missed you these past three and a half weeks, Gary," she said, her breath warm and quick. "I missed you so bad I had to let you know right away that I'm back. Since you have no telephone, I came directly here to your house, hoping to find you home. Are you alone?"
He nodded. "Yes. My kid sister went out a few minutes ago and my mother's in Westdale visiting my aunt. They won't be back until five-thirty," he added.
Joan looked pleased about that. "It's only one o'clock," she said, glancing down at the tiny wristwatch she wore. She gave him a warmer smile. "Can I come in? You're not busy or anything-?"
"No. Come on in, Joan," he invited, feeling very much aware again of the warmth and excitement in this girl ... her blonde beauty and how it affected him. "I'm glad to see you again."
He had dated her pretty regularly before she'd gone to Atlantic City with her folks. His interest in her had been purely sexual, for Joan had admitted having been around and was a girl who liked to have a few drinks, liked drive-in movies, and frankly enjoyed a little action-the same kind of action that guys looked for. He knew there were other girls like Joan, girls who knew what they wanted, and he was more than willing to accommodate such a girl.
He stepped back, holding the door, and Joan walked into the apartment, swaying her hips. She had hips that flared wide in voluptuous femininity. And her chic white blouse stretched tautly over her large, jutting breasts. He knew that willowy, stacked body of Joan's intimately enough, having laid her during their dates. She was a damn good lay, could fuck like crazy, as he remembered. Another thing he liked about her was the passionate way she used her wide mouth on his cock the times she had sucked him off.
"You really don't mind my coming over here to see you?" Joan said as he shut the door and turned to face her again.
He shook his head. "Not a bit," he grinned at her.
She had never been in the apartment before. In fact, this was the first time that a girlfriend of his was in the place. He'd never brought any girl here because of his mother and his sister.
Joan suddenly pressed herself against him. "Did you miss me?" she asked warmly, her bright eyes looking owlishly into his. "What did you do while I was gone-date some other girl?"
"I dated a couple of other chicks," Gary told her. "Three and a half weeks is a long time for me to sit around waiting for you to come back. I missed you, sure, and the dates I had with those two chicks made the waiting easier. Both dames were nothing more than substitutions for you. Anyway, it's not as if you and me were serious about one another, Joan. I told you on our third date that I won't be getting serious about any girl until I'm twenty-one."
"I know," she smiled. "It's all right. I have no serious designs upon you-yet," she said lightly. "But I did very much miss being with you. I like your honesty ... I mean for admitting you went out with other girls while I was away. To be perfectly honest myself, I met and dated a guy in Atlantic City. I met him on the boardwalk. But he turned out to be a flop after the first date, just didn't know how to show a girl a good time, and that was that. It made me miss you all the more, Gary."
The scent of her tantalizing perfume swirled about him, titillated his nostrils, and he locked his arms around Joan and kissed her in a sudden surge of passion. Her mouth was soft and warm and exciting. He thrust his tongue deeply within her mouth and she moaned, squirmed and pressed more tightly against him. She answered his moving tongue with her own, flicking it against his, her mouth opening wide as her tongue clashed with his flipping tongue. He was also conscious of the twin mounds pushing into his chest.
As soon as their kiss finally broke and Joan had moved back slightly, Gary knew he had to boff her right here in the apartment. It had been a long while since he'd fucked her last, and now the nearness of her was suddenly putting an ache in his groin. Hell, he thought, it really seemed like ages since he'd sexed it up with her on the night before her day of departure for Atlantic City with her folks.
He looked at her, figuring from the way she was looking at him that she wouldn't say no. Huskily he said: "It's been quite a while since we were together last, and that kiss has stirred me up plenty, sooo-o, do you want to make up for the time you been away?"
Her smoldering blue eyes went narrow and sensual. "You already know my answer to that," she half-whispered sultrily. "But are you sure your sister or your mother won't walk in on us, honey?"
"I'm sure, don't worry," he assured her. "Come on, let's go in my room," he bade huskily. "It'll be a charge screwing you on my bed. I hope you won't mind the squeaking springs."
She laughed erotically. "They squeak? Oh, I'm sure it'll be like music to my ears-if I hear them at all once we start screwing."
Yeah, she usually became oblivious to everything but the screwing itself, Gary remembered as they headed for his room. He felt tremors of anticipation coursing through his rangy body. He sure wanted Joan real bad right then.
"Baby, you're sure in for it," he said, his voice suddenly rough with strong anticipation.
His body burning with potent desire and need, he led Joan over to his bed and without any waste of time proceeded quickly to help her undress. When she was down to her panties, she peeled the scanty bit of garment off her solid thighs and smooth, sleek legs. Completely naked, she stood in front of him, seductively, her glowing eyes showing how much she liked the effect her nude body had on him.
The effect of Joan's nakedness was striking. Gary's eyes took in all the exciting beauty of the blonde girl's excellent body: her sculptured shoulders, the deep fullness of her breasts, the lithe flatness of her stomach, the gently sloping belly and the round, firm thighs and the tangle of pubic hair between them.
It was indeed a breathtaking sight, and Gary began to tremble inside as his breath caught short in his throat. Suddenly beside himself with craving, he shucked hurriedly out of his clothes.
"Baby, you're built for jazzing and how!" he said roughly, pulling the girl in to him. "This is the first time I ever saw you naked in the daylight, Joan, and you're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. It's like I'm really seeing your body for the first time. Oh, those great big tits you have and that sweet cunt ... not to mention your swell ass!" he exclaimed in an impassioned voice.
"So what else is new?" Joan breathed, batting her long eyelashes at him, a pulse beating visibly in the lovely column of her throat.
He kissed her hard and ran his hand down her back and over the satiny mounds of her warm buttocks. They were full and firm and beautifully rounded. He squeezed the deep flesh and liked the way it felt. She had a nifty ass, all right!
"The bed's waiting," he said urgently. "Let's get with it, Joanie!"
"Let's," she gasped, her eyes wide.
She turned and threw herself down on his bed, twisting her sinuous body like a cat so that she landed on her back.
"Come on, I'm as ready as you are, Gary!" Her voice was ripe with desire.
She was primed. So was he. They were both ready-more than ready. He was physically aroused, his cock standing out in tense erection. Joan's hot gaze fastened upon it.
"What a lovely hard-on," she cooed, "and it's all for me. Do you know it looks bigger than ever now in the daytime? It really does," she nodded. "I guess you're proud of 'junior'...."
"This ain't no time for small talk," he said body, and flung his rangy body on top of hers.
As he came fully over her, Joan's breath hissed sharply and the sound of it made his blood race. He felt her legs hooking quickly around his as he let his rock-hard, long, thick penis plunge into her vagina. The thrill of his turgid organ descending into that deep female cavern made his whole body come alive with acute feeling. Tremors sped down his muscular legs.
Joan made a wild passion sound and her dilated blue eyes shone with sudden intense excitement. She ground herself against him as he solidly entrenched himself within her, as far in and as close as he could only get-to the very hilt.
Beneath him, Joan churned and bounced and screwed tightly up the full length of his penis. Her hands clutched his muscular shoulders and her legs locked even tighter around his. He could feel her hot, gushing breath burning his ear, then felt her tongue suddenly jabbing into it.
"Ooooooh ... ahhhhh ... it's soooo good," she moaned in his ear. "Ummmm, keep banging me-but faster ... do it faster! Ohhhh!"
Gary felt her teeth fasten on his earlobe in a passionate bite, and it spurred him on. He began jolting her for all he was worth, ramming his cock home with a vengeance.
Inarticulate passion sounds streamed from Joan's quivering, contorted lips. Her belly churned and bounced against his own like crazy. He dug his toes into the bed and went on jolting her with ever ounce of his energy.
"Ahhhh-oooOOOOH!....I love you, love you, love you!" Joan cried out passionately. "Ohhhhh, honey, I love you, fuck me good and hard, I love youuu-uuu!" she warbled.
"You're really crazy for it, all right," he groaned.
"Crazy, crazy, crazyyy-yyy...." Joan warbled, churning and bouncing frenetically.
Her mouth crushed against his with feverish force, her tongue driving between his parted teeth and wiggling wildly.
In that instant things crescended to a climactic pitch and suddenly there wasn't time, thought, or anything else for Gary. There was just Joan's wild kiss and her churning cunt, and with an irrepressible loud groaning cry he shoved his cock to its utmost extent inside her hot, moist snatch. For a delicious fraction of a second he hung on the brink, then he climaxed with convulsive jerks of his throbbing cock, shooting his stuff into the back of her womb.
"Aggghh-hhhhh!" Joan screamed ecstatically, tearing her mouth away from his. "Agghhhuuummmmhhuhh!"
Through the dull roaring in his ears, Gary heard her ecstatic screams and felt a series of shudders rack her body ... felt in distinct waves of sensation the contractions of her cunt as if there were depth charges going off in there.
"Ahhhh ... ahhhh ... ahhhhhh!" Joan shrilled, her body thrashing under him, her eyes rolling uncontrollably in her blonde head.
She continued to move in a final flurry of activity while he slowly relaxed on top of her writhing body, his cock now deflating in decreasing throbs within her slippery channel. Then, with a long, quaking sigh, Joan lay still beneath him, soft and spent....
"That was the best, Joanie," he told her, his voice filled with strong satisfaction. "Absolutely the best."
She smiled, her blue eyes warm and smoldering. "You sure know how to screw, honey," she said huskily. "You're really good at it."
"You're damn good yourself," he grinned. He was naturally proud of his physical attributes and his expertness at fucking, and to be praised for his screwing skill made him feel great.
"Am I very good?" Joan arched one lovely eyebrow at him.
"You damn well know it. Baby, you're in a class all by yourself when it comes to screwing."
She laughed huskily, looking pleased. Then she moved her fingers through his thick, dark brown hair. "Well rest a little while and then do it again," she said.
"Sure," he said. "Anything you say. We got lots of time and might as well use it up having ourselves a ball until, say, five o'clock. You can stay till five, huh?" he asked her.
"Yes, if you're sure your mother or sister won't be home until five-thirty."
"I already told you that's the time they'll get back, both of them. Quit worrying. You'll stay until five," he said firmly.
Joan sighed languidly and nibbled on his shoulder. "We can have a lot of fun together until then, Gary."
"Uh huh, a lot," he agreed.
"Wonderful." She looked into his eyes. "Those other girls you dated while I was away ... did you enjoy yourself as much with them as you did with me?" she wanted to know.
"They were okay," he said casually. "But not half so good as you," he added. "I don't plan on seeing them again."
Joan smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. I want you all to myself, honey. I mean it," she said. "We're great together. I only want to go with you and no other guy."
He stirred. "Look, I like you a lot, Joanie. You know that. But like I told you-I don't want to get serious yet."
She lowered her eyes. "Well, you like me better than any other girl, don't you?"
"Well, sure, I guess so," he said. "You guess so?" Her eyes raised quickly to his. "Yeah, I like you best," he said hastily. She lowered her eyes again. "You said that awfully fast."
He knew she felt hurt. Damn, he thought. Then he' felt annoyed. Hell, he had made it clear to her almost from the beginning of their relationship that he didn't intend to get serious. And she had agreed to continue that sexual relationship with the understanding that it didn't signify any permanent ties. It was chiefly because of that understanding-that she was to have no serious designs upon him-that he'd date her pretty regularly. Though, of course, her being such a good lay was the main reason for his having dated her more often than he had any other girl.
"Listen, Joan," he said tightly, "we had an understanding that we'd keep seeing each other pretty often ... that we'd keep screwing ... with no strings attached, no permanent ties. Ain't that so?"
"Yes," she admitted in a low murmur, her eyes still downcast.
"Well, that's how it is still going to have to be. Unless you want to call it quits, break up our relationship. Now that I think about it, about how I feel towards you, I know all of a sudden I do like you a hell of a lot better than any other chick." He got his thumb under her chin and forced it up, tilting her head back so that her eyes looked into his. "I like what we've had together too much to give you a snow-job. If you want us to go on like we been doing, I'm willing-and who knows, maybe I'll get serious about you when I'm twenty-one...."
"Thanks," Joan said dryly.
"Hell," he said roughly, "it's the way the ball bounces, baby. In a few months from now I'll be twenty-one. Till then I'm not going to let myself get serious about any chick. And I can't promise I'll get serious about you. Like I said, just maybe!"
"All right, Gary," she murmured.
"What's it to be, Joan?" he demanded, "Do you want us to split?"
Her eyelids fluttered. "Is that what you want?"
"Shit, no. All I'm asking is do you now want that?"
Her facial expression softened. "You're the only guy for me, Gary," she whispered huskily. "I've really fallen for you. It ... it just happened, I'd not planned on getting serious either." She swallowed. "I realized it just this morning: that I love you."
He frowned. "You said nothing about it when you walked in her. In fact, you said that you didn't have any serious designs upon me yet."
"I know I said that. I didn't say anything about my falling for you, honey, because I wanted to be really sure about it first. That's why I said 'yet'...." She paused, taking a breath. "But once we were together screwing and you began banging me good and hard as usual, I became really sure."
"Yeah, you did holler out 'I love you' a few times when I was screwing you. You never did all the other times we've fucked. Well ... the way you now feel about me complicates things."
"It doesn't have to," she smiled. "Since you like me a hell of a lot better than any other girl, I'm willing to take the chance that you might get serious about me by the time you're twenty-one. You won't need to feel you'll be committing yourself by still going out with me in the meantime."
He considered it, and smiled. "On that condition, okay, Joanie," he told her quickly.
Her blue eyes shone brightly. "I'm going to do my darndest to make you fall for me, honey!"
"Feel free," he murmured, and kissed her with renewed ardor.
"Oh, honey, honey," she breathed in his mouth.
She accepted his tongue with an avidity that pleased him, and he felt a resurgence of desire that put new strength in his loins. He was glad they weren't going to split, knowing how much he still wanted to keep dating her. She was too good a lay for him to want to ditch her. Besides, for all he knew, he just might get suddenly serious about her in the next few months. Gary reflected fleetingly.
Joan moaned in his mouth as her tongue swished around his, and he squeezed her breasts and began screwing her again....
CHAPTER FOUR
Ben Hulen glanced at the two teenage girls in mini skirts as they hurried past him when he walked into the candy store to buy some pipe tobacco. Then he turned his head and eyed the mini skirts, which were the shortest he'd seen thus far, at least six inches above the knees.
From behind the counter, Abner Mead let out a cackle and said: "Careful you don't get eye-strain, Ben. Them mini skirts are sure eye-poppers, ain't they?"
Ben looked at the wizened proprietor. "I don't know what things are coming to with young people today," he said, shaking his head. "The way they dress, their behavior and-"
Abner Mead's eyes gleamed. "On television last night I watched that beauty pageant on Channel Seven," he interrupted. "A whole flock of girls wearing them bikinis. Whooo-eeee. I tell you, I had to take off my glasses and rest my eyes after all them gals passed in review...." he pursed his lips, leering.
Ben tightened his lips. "A can of pipe tobacco, Abner," he said somewhat curtly.
"Eh? ... Oh. Yeh. Mapleburn, right?" ,,Mead turned to pick a can off the shelf behind him. "Did you watch that pageant? It was on eleven o'clock-"
"I was getting ready to leave for the warehouse around that time," Ben told him shortly.
"Oh. We-ell-l, you should've seen them practically naked gals. Sure made me wish I was fifty years younger. Now why couldn't things have been like they are now, with them bikinis and mini skirts, in our day, Ben. Whoooo-eeee, boy!"
. Abner Mead's washed-out blue eyes glistened in wishful thinking behind his thin spectacles. Ben put down the money for the pipe tobacco and picked up the can as Mead laid it on the counter. He dropped it into his jacket pocket.
"I'll be back to get the evening paper," he said.
Mead nodded his bald head. "You got to be on the job down at the warehouse tonight, being it's Saturday?" he asked.
"Yes," Ben replied. "I think you asked me that before, on the Saturday before last if I remember right, and I told you then I put in seven nights a week."
"I don't recollect. If you did, guess I forgot ... Yeh, being a watchman I 'spose you got to be on the job every night. We-ell-l, I have to run this candy store seven days a week." Mead made a clucking sound with his set of false teeth.
"See you later, Abner." Ben turned to leave.
"Oh, Ben-"
He paused and looked back at the wizened old man. Abner Mead grinned a little and leaned over the counter, his eyes gleaming again.
"Ben, that widow Mrs. Merlo was in here early this afternoon and asked about you. She's visiting with her sister. She acts and talks like she's looking for another husband....and maybe she's got you in mind. She's a handsome woman and a merry one, real jolly once you get to know her pretty well. She's been coming to my store for quite a spell now, comes in every time she visits with her sister. I think she's a fine woman. If I didn't have my wife, Rosie, and was your age instead of seventy-eight., .we-ell-l, anyhow, I think you ought to get better acquainted with her. I can fix that. Would do you good to get yourself another wife, Ben."
"I have my memories of Olga, Abner."
"Memories can't give you companionship, which is what a man needs when he's getting on in years. I know you tole me you'd loved your wife, Olga, too much to ever think of another woman. But she's in the ground now, been dead ten years, and it's not right that a robust man like you should deny yourself the companionship of another woman, Ben. You have no kin folk, nobody, and it must be a terrible, lonely life to be alone by yourself...."
Ben shrugged his shoulders, a small shrug that would have been similar to passing a hand over the eyes. "I keep busy, Abner."
Mead snorted in a reedy grunt. "You ain't deceiving me none. You are a very lonely man. Memories ain't enough to cure loneliness, or make living easier. It's more than time you start to make a new life for yourself before it gets any later, unless you want to the a very lonely man. And a robust man like you can't want that: to the in loneliness. It's only because I've known you for such a long time that I'm saying these things to you."
"I appreciate your saying them, Abnre-"
"The only thing you ought to be appreciating is another woman," Abner Mead shot back. "I tell you that straight from my heart, for your sake."
Ben looked at him, weighing his reply. Then he said slowly, "Maybe you're right, Abner. It is something to think about." For an instant he chewed his lip, an unconscious habit when he felt disturbed. "It has been lonely without Olga....ten lonely years....and to live the remainder of my life without companionship...." He paused. "But I am too old now to try to change that."
"You're never too old to appreciate a woman. A man's never too old for that, and I sure ought to know considering I'm much older'n you," the wizened septuagenarian declared. "Another thing, you're only as old as you feel ... and I can't believe you're feeling so old you don't want to try finding companionship."
"I don't know that I can find it," Ben said doubtfully.
"You won't if you don't try," Abner Mead retorted. "You've got to have gumption at any age; and I say you have as good a chance as any to find companionship with Mrs. Merlo ... She's sure interested in you and all you got to do is show her that you're interested in her, boy!" he leered. "She's a real comely woman."
"But the difference in her age and mine-"
"What's age matter when you're interested in each other? Anyhow, she's no Spring chicken, she's fifty-two. She tole me she'd married when she was twenty-nine. She's got two grown-up children. Her husband died three years ago and now she's looking for another husband. It's your chance, Ben. I tole her what a fine, upstanding, good man you are, and she said she could tell that from talking to you the time she met you here in my store."
Ben said, "Well...."
Before he was able to say anything more there was a sudden clatter of feet and babble of youthful voices as several children hurried into the candy store. They ran up to the counter.
"See you later, Abner," he said then, turning to leave.
"Think on what I said, Ben," Abner Mead urged.
"I will," he said over his shoulder, and went outside.
As he plodded over to the rooming house, he thought about Mrs. Merlo, whom he had met in the candy store less than two weeks ago. Abner Mead had introduced them to each other. She was a very comely woman, tall and buxom, with burnished black hair. She had large breasts that bulged the front of her dress. Her eyes were a soft brown and intelligent. He particularly remembered the expressiveness of her eyes and her mouth. There was a love of life in her eyes, a warm, flowing friendliness and an infectious jollity. She seemed to be a remarkable woman, as remarkable in her way as Olga had been in hers.
He had not liked to think of another woman because it cast a feeling of guilt over his dear memories of Olga. But now he rationalized that after ten years of loneliness he was entitled to seek companionship with another woman. Abner Mead was right about that....right in saying that he should try to find companionship if he didn't want to the in loneliness. Such companionship would mellow his retirement years, would lighten the remainder of his years before he joined Olga in death. He knew he did not want to the a very lonely man.
Ben sighed, suddenly feeling tired and very much alone.
He reached the rooming house and went inside. He and Olga had had a nice apartment in the heart of West-dale, but he'd given it up shortly after her death and taken a room here at "Ma" Brown's rooming house, which was only a few blocks from the warehouse on Slocum Street.
He pushed his key into the lock, turned it and opened the door, stepping into his room. Closing the door behind him, he took off his jacket and hung it up in the closet. Then he went to the refrigerator and took out a cold bottle of beer.
Sitting down at the table, he sipped at the beer after filling a flass to the brim. He sipped the beer and thought again about Mrs. Merlo. He could not blame her for wanting another husband, he knew that. She was only being honest....being a still lively woman who craved companionship as much as he now did himself.
The only question about her as far as he was concerned, though, was whether she was really interested in him. He wasn't sure she was, despite Abner Mead's saying that she was.
"Ah, well," he muttered under his breath. "Maybe I'm now too used to being alone, too used to loneliness, to actually bring myself to try and start a new life...."
He continued sipping his beer, trying to put Mrs. Merlo out of his mind. But thoughts of the comely widow kept recurring....
And while Ben Hulen was still thinking about Mrs. Cora Merlo over in Westdale, Gary Merlo was still occupied with Joan Giggs in Colverton. After their joined bodies had resumed moving together, Gary had fucked Joan even more fiercely than the first time. Now, their bodies calming, he was kissing her neck gently and she was breathing into his ear, still sighing heavily.
"You get wild when you're getting banged, Joanie," he said presently. "You turn into a tigress. Is screwing that good for you? I mean as good as it is for me, a guy-"
"Of course," she breathed warmly. "That's why I'm so crazy for it, honey."
He raised his head and kissed her face, sliding his lips along her cheek, over her nose which was turned up at the tip so cutely, and then kissing her eyelids and sliding his lips back down over her nose. There was a striking quality to her face, a piquant charm that enchanted him at a time like this.
"I guess you must've been doing it a long time before I met you," he murmured. "I know you'd told me you've been around, but I mean since the time you first started screwing," he added.
She flicked the tip of her tongue at his chin. "I've been doing it since I was twelve," she said frankly.
"Since twelve? No wonder you're so damn good and experienced at fucking, baby," he said, staring into her eyes. "Hell, that is a long time, doing it since you was twelve. How did you ever happen to start that young, for Pete's sake?"
Joan smiled crookedly. "How? A boy pulled me into a shed and raped me. That's how it started."
Gary gaped at her. "You mean actually raped when you were only twelve years old?"
"That's right," she nodded her blonde head.
"How old was the boy?" he asked then.
"Fourteen. His name was Rodney Taffel. I was on my way home from school and wasn't in any hurry, so I took my time, walking slow. There was an empty lot full of weeds and a dilapidated shed in back, and I went into the lot and over to the shed. I just wanted to look inside it out of simple curiosity, I suppose," Joan related. "I didn't know there was a boy in there taking a leak...." She paused. "You're getting heavy on me, honey."
"So what happened?" Gary prompted, rolling onto his side on the bed and looking at her again.
She moistened her lips with her tongue. "Well, I stepped inside the shed and saw this boy standing in the far corner. It was musty-smelling in the shed and kind of gloomy-like, half-dark because there were only cracks of light showing through the dilapidated walls, and I would have turned around and run out of there, except that I froze for a minute, couldn't move, when I saw the boy and what he was doing," she recounted huskily.
"Was taking a leak, you said."
"Yes, he was holding his cock with one hand and pissing. He turned his head and saw me watching him, Gary. Had he spoken right then it would have broken the spell that held me still and I'd have bolted outside. But he just looked at me while he quickly finished pissing and I kept standing there mesmerized. He was so nonchalant about my watching him. Next thing I knew he was rushing forward and grabbing me before I could run away. He just moved so fast ... I remember I tensed, the spell suddenly broken as he rushed to grab me ... but I wasn't able to turn and try to run out of the shed before he grabbed me."
"Didn't you scream?" Gary asked, scowling.
"No," Joan said. "It happened so quick, so fast that I didn't have time even to scream. He put a hand over my mouth the instant he grabbed me, and then it was too late, my voice was smothered as I tried to scream and couldn't."
"Did you fight him after he grabbed you?"
"He was very strong and I wasn't able to fight him at all, Gary. He was a husky boy and a lot taller than me. He pulled me down to the floor in a corner of the shed and yanked down my panties, then raped me. He hurt me a little, but he wasn't too rough. While he was raping me on the floor, I had a very good look at his face and recognized him as a boy I'd seen hanging around a poolroom with a bunch of other boys."
"Did you tell your parents?"
Joan shook her head. "I never told anybody, even after I learned his name a couple of days later. You're the first person I ever told, honey. I was only twelve years old and didn't want anybody to know something like that had happened to me. It seemed too awful to tell my parents about it."
"Is he still around?" Gary demanded. "What'd you say his name was-Rodney what?"
"Taffel. But he's dead, Gary. He was killed accidentally while hunting deer with another guy just last year. It was in the paper," she told him. "He'd never bothered me since that time he raped me when I was twelve," she added.
Gary was silent for a moment, then he muttered, "So you lost your cherry when you were just a kid, by being raped. A hell of a way to get sexually initiated-rape!"
"Yes," she agreed. "I was lucky to have been hurt only a little, and lucky to be let go right afterward.
Rodney Taffel could've hurt me much more if he'd been rougher, and he could've screwed me more than one time if he'd not been in a hurry to scram before someone else walked into the shed, catching him with me. He knew other kids were bound to show up to play in the empty lot and shed because they usually played there every day soon after school."
"Guess you were lucky, at that-it could've been worse, a lot worse," Gary said quietly, thinking that had the fourteen-year-old boy panicked, fearing the possible grim consequences as a result of his having raped the twelve-year-old girl, he might have killed her there in the dilapidated shed. "Well, it's a good thing you didn't get to hate screwing because of what happened to you in that shed, Joanie."
"I might have if he'd hurt me a lot, doing it. Anyway, that's how I got my first screwing, how my cherry was popped, honey." She flicked her tongue over her lips and smiled at him. "When was your first time?" she asked throatily.
"Me?" he said, and smiled. "I was lots older than you were., I was seventeen, going on eighteen. It happened with a girl who was in my English class at high school. I had a silly crush on her and was dating her...."
"What was her name, honey?" Joan interrupted to ask.
"I've forgotten her last name, but her first name was Sandra. We'd gone to see a movie and then afterward had drifted over to the park," he related, remembering how he'd felt about Sandra at the time, for it was the closest that he'd ever come to feeling love for a girl. "She was a cute thing, with a beautiful shade of red hair and eyes that were greenish and a cute pug nose," he described Sandra.
Joan grinned at him. "Never mind what she looked like, just tell me what happened in the park. Was she willing?"
"Sandra was a virgin and I'd never made love to a girl before, but when we sat on a bench in the dark and she kissed me and kept on kissing me, it just happened before either of us could stop ourselves. We, Sandra and me, were necking for the first time and those kisses made everything different. I eased her down until she was lying on her back on the bench, still kissing with her as I followed her down. And then, not much more than a couple of minutes later, we were all of a sudden screwing on that bench ... just like that," Gary snapped two fingers. "I popped her, in the process giving up my own virginity," he concluded.
"How did you come to break up with her?" Joan wanted to know.
He gave a careless wave of his hand. "Oh," he said, "a few weeks later our great romance just petered out. Sandra became interested in someone new, and so did I."
Joan laughed. Then she nodded her head. "That's the way most first affairs come to an end: through meeting someone new!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, that's the way the ball bounces."
"I'm glad that girls and guys quickly outgrow puppy love," she said, smiling. "The sooner they become more mature, the better."
He cocked an eye at her. "Baby, screwing is every bit just as much fun whether you're fully mature or not," he said lightly.
She raised her arm and playfully punched him on the arm, her blue eyes lighting with humor lights. "I wasn't referring to screwing in what I said about girls and guys outgrowing puppy love and becoming more mature," she retorted. "I was talking about their getting to be more mature in their feelings and attitudes."
"Like for instance?" he grinned.
She wrinkled her nose at him, then quickly rolled onto her side and pressed herself against him, pushing into him as her arms wound themselves around his neck. Her large breasts jammed against his chest, and he couldn't help thinking that they were like huge inflated balls. Their faces almost touching, her eyes looked owlishly into his.
"Like," she murmured huskily, her lips only an inch away from his own, "my having known other guys, none of whom ever made me feel the way I do about you. Into my life they came and out of it they soon went, I didn't really care anything about any of them. But you're different, better than them in every way. You're the best thing that's happened to me, the only guy I've ever known who's made me feel this wonderful way. I love you, Gary ... honestly, truly I do. I'd do anything for you, hon," she whispered vibrantly. "I've become mature enough to know, define, my feelings about you. You're the only guy I want, for always ... and I'm hoping so much that you will come to feel the same way about me."
Joan paused, staring fondly into his eyes. "So you see," she breathed, flicking the tip of her tongue across his lips, "I was talking about being more mature enough to recognize real love. Puppy love can't even begin to compare with real love," she sighed.
Gary contracted his dark brows slightly. "Okay," he said, "but let's not talk about love again, real love or phony. In fact, we've talked enough for the time being-let's get with some more action, Joanie!"
With mock roughness he grabbed her luscious big breasts in his hands, squeezing and fondling them and twirling the nipples between his fingers. Then he quickly lowered his lips to the up-thrust, globular mounds, tracing their bountiful fullness with his agile tongue, and then nipping gently at the nipples. Joan wriggled and moaned and pulled his head closer. Her fingers knotted in his thick, dark brown hair as he moved his avid mouth from one thrusting breast to the other and back to the first.
"Aaahhh, ummmm," Joan moaned pleasurably. "Suck on them harder, honey," she bade huskily, wiggling and jiggling the twin peaks.
Then he raised his head and captured her mouth, his tongue darting between her parted teeth. Their mouths glued together in the deep kiss, they sank down on the bed as Joan lay flat on her back once more with his body covering hers again. And once again he found her so literally delicious that he knew he had to fuck her a third time. He knew it even as her tongue whipped around his in eager-beaver fashion. He groaned lustfully deep in his throat.
But just as he was about to insert his cock into her cunt without breaking off the deep lengthy kiss, Gary suddenly decided to fuck Joan in another way.
Pulling his mouth away from hers, he said hotly, "Let me get up, Joanie. I want to screw you another way-with you in a different position, I mean."
She let her encircling arms fall away from around him. "What position?" she wanted to know.
"Turn over and raise yourself up on your knees," he told her. "I'll do it to you from behind this time, give your cunt a workout from that position."
"Groovy," she smiled. "I've never been screwed from behind, but it might be fun."
"It will be. You'll get just as much of a charge out of it as the regular way, baby," he assured her, kneeling on the bed.
He waited while she rolled over on her stomach and raised herself up on her knees, thrusting her buttocks outward. She looked over her shoulder at him expectantly, signaling with her eyes that she was ready. He moved in behind her, he spread her buttocks so that he could see her crotch more clearly, and his rangy body was filled with a new vibrant power as he viewed Joan's curves, clefts, and pubic hair undergrowth. He also enjoyed the marvelous feel of her big, spring-tight buttocks as he spread the round ovals apart.
"Man, it's a beautiful view from behind," he couldn't resist saying, and Joan giggled erotically.
He eased his hard cock into the cleft under her ass, the tangle of pubic hair brushing against the turgid penis as it entered the resilient slit. He spread the cheeks of her ass wider as he thrust his cock deeper into the passage of her vagina. For an instant his eyes were drawn to the small round pucker of her anus, so clearly visible between the ovals, then he returned his gaze to the hair-lined cunt in which his cock was plunging deeper, disappearing from view as it drove to its fullest depth in her channel. He was now in solid and he felt the girl's springy buttocks bounce tautly together as he released his grip on them and bent over her back to cup her breasts in his hands as he prepared to fuck her from behind.
"This is nice, baby," he murmured pleasurably, and drew a burning breath.
There was a throaty murmur of inchoate emotion from Joan. He kissed her between the shoulder blades and felt her skin ripple and tighten. Then with his hands around her holding onto her big breasts, he began thrusting with his male tool, lunging long and deep into Joan's quivery, clasping cunt with every thrust.
"How is it, Joanie?" he asked hoarsely, his excitement rising.
She bobbed her head up and down, gasping: "Ooooh, do I feel it! So strong! I seem to f-feel it more in this position than doing it the regular way, Gary ... Ohhhhh!"
He held onto her tighter and surged harder into her vagina with a strength born of pure desire, drawing the full amount of heady sensation from the intensified movements. He kept shoving his cock all the way in to the balls with an ever-increasing tempo, his pelvis smacking steadily against Joan's uptilted buttocks.
"Oooooo....uhhhh! Ohhhh-h!" the blonde girl moaned in a throbbing voice.
He could tell she was enjoying this fucking from behind, because after each throbbing moan she clenched her muscles and thrust her bottom back at him. Sensation swelled through him in mounting intensity. His breath began to come in short, hot gasps. He let go of her breasts and gripped her by the shoulders as he fucked her faster, jolting her to the core as hard as he could.
"Aaaaahhh-ummmmmhhuh! Ohhh, Gary., h-honey!" Joan warbled, her breasts bobbing and swaying under her kneeling body. "Keep banging me hard like that! Ahhh-Oh, love....oh! oh! OH!"
He felt the muscular tension grow tauter in him, felt his torso tightening against hers at the focal point of contact. His breath was again clogging his throat. Spasmodic tremors sped down his thighs. A thick groan welled up from deep inside him.
Suddenly he could contain his peaking passion no longer. With a fierce groaning cry of supreme pleasure, he bowed over Joan's back and climaxed, his penis plunging inside her vagina to the utmost limit. His pubic hairs and hers mingled together as their loins squeezed tightly together, and he savored the overwhelming orgasm that throbbed through his shuddering body. The hot torrent of gushing sperm triggered Joan's paroxysmal release, and she joined him in the thrilling culmination of mutual climax, her body convulsing under him, quaking uncontrollably, while a scream of delight erupted from her mouth.
He slumped weakly across her body, gasping in his throat and feeling as if every ounce of energy had been completely drained out of him. Still on her knees, Joan sagged down until her head and shoulders were resting on the bed.
Somehow he managed to summon enough strength to raise himself up and flop over on his back, letting his head fall on the pillow. With a languorous feeling, he watched Joan slowly turn over until she lay beside him. Her blue eyes were glazed as she looked at him. Her lips twitched.
"You were great, baby," he drawled when he was able to speak. "We both were. You and me sure swing together, Joanie."
She smiled then, a caressing look coming into her eyes. "I love you more than ever," she whispered softly.
He closed his eyes. "All I know is I'm wore out," he said.
He felt her hand moving gently along his thigh the next moment.
"You're a wonderful hunk of guy, honey," her throaty voice said in his ear.
He opened his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he said casually.
"Oh, you conceited thing!" she exclaimed laughingly.
He grinned at her. "Was I supposed to contradict you?"
She propped herself up on her elbow and laughed again and shook her head. "No. Anyway, I don't care if you are conceited."
"You're the one who's conceited, baby," he teased, raising his hand and playfully tickling her in the ribs.
Joan squirmed, laughing. "Ooooh, don't....stop."
"Real ticklish, huh?" Chuckling, he turned toward her and continued to tickle her ribs. She wriggled, laughing harder.
"If you don't stop, I'll tickle you!" she squealed. "I'm not ticklish," he said.
"Oh, no?" she retorted. "I bet you are if I tickle you under your balls!"
He laughed spontaneously. Joan laughed along with him, her eyes flashing mischievously at him. She possessed a roguishness that he liked a lot.
Abruptly Joan rubbed her thighs together. "Oh!" she cried out laughingly. "Oh, I gotta go to the bathroom-"
"You'll find it next to the kitchen," he laughed. "Scoot before you start pissing all over the bed."
She made a face at him and then quickly moved off the bed. His eyes followed the swaying swing of her rounded, deep-fleshed backside as she hurried out of the room.
Joan was a lush chick with a big capacity for sex, and it had been so damn good fucking her right here on his own bed, Gary reflected warmly. He had to admit that while he'd sexed it up with quite a number of other girls, none of them had given him the superb feeling that Joan did. Maybe it was because Joan was such a damn good lay. Whatever the reason, Joan was pretty wonderful.
Then he was thinking that all he'd ever felt for any girl was mainly a physical attraction that had always translated itself into sexual want and nothing more ... without exception, never anything more than that. He'd felt no differently about Joan, but he now suddenly wondered if that was changing....
CHAPTER FIVE
When the doorbell rang that Wednesday evening, Gail Linn got up from the sofa, putting down the fashion magazine she'd idly been reading, and went to the door.
"That'll be Kirk," Eileen called from the bedroom where she was getting dressed. "Tell him I'll be ready in a jiffy."
It was Kirk Sloan at the door, and Gail told him that Eileen would be ready in a few minutes as he stepped inside.
"That girl is never ready on time," Kirk rumbled, giving her a grin. "How are you, Gail?" He winked as he quickly added: "You waiting for your date? Eileen's told me you've been heavy dating these past few weeks."
She smiled. "I have been going out with someone pretty much," she said. "But I'm not seeing him tonight."
"Oh," Kirk said, and glanced toward the bedroom as he walked over to the sofa. "Hurry up in there, honey! That drive-in movie starts in twenty minutes!" he called out
"Keep your pants on," Eileen yelled back. "I'll be right there in a minute. I'm fixing my face."
"There's nothing wrong with your face," Kirk kidded back. "Anyway, who's gonna see your face in a drive-in theater?"
"I know you won't be looking at my face, you big lug," Eileen retorted.
Kirk let out a rumbling laugh. "You know it, honey!' Gail grinned at the interchange between Eileen and her burly boyfriend. Kirk saw her grinning and gave her another broad wink. With his rugged features, Kirk Sloan wasn't exactly handsome, but he was a pretty swell fellow. He and Eileen clicked together just perfectly, Gail thought. They were well suited to each other and knew where they were going, having gotten engaged last week. Kirk had given Eileen a beautiful diamond engagement ring. She envied Eileen's happiness and wished that such happiness would come into her own life real soon.
Her girlfriend came out of the bedroom and looked at her. "You sure you'd rather stay home tonight? You're welcome to come along and see that drive-in movie with Kirk and me, Gad."
She smiled, shaking her head. "Thanks, but I have some things to do. And I want to write my aunt a letter."
"You can come along if you want, it's okay," Kirk rumbled.
"No, I really have things to do," she declined graciously, "and I've been putting off that letter to my aunt." She added: "Three's a crowd, anyway. But thanks again, both of you."
"All right, sweetie," Eileen smiled, patting her on the arm.
"Don't get writer's cramp," Kirk kidded, grinning at her.
She laughed, her eyes twinkling at him. "Come on, let's get going," Eileen laughed, pulling at his arm. "You were in such a damn hurry a minute ago."
"Let's go," Kirk laughed.
"Have a nice time," Gail said as they headed quickly for the door, Eileen hanging onto Kirk's arm and looking very chic in her yellow mini skirt and fluffy, matching blouse, with her stylish mass of blonde hair dipping cutely around her laughing face.
"We will," Kirk grinned back over his broad shoulder. "Can't help but have us a helluva good time at that drive-in movie."
"Goodnight, Gail," Eileen laughed.
After they left, Gail moved restlessly around the apartment. She found herself almost wishing that Clive Kline would call her up right now, because the thought of spending the whole evening alone by herself suddenly wasn't appealing to her. Seeing Eileen and Kirk go off happily together to a drive-in movie had injected a lonely feeling in her, so that staying home all evening seemed now unbearable.
Clive had telephoned a few times in the past three weeks. Each time he'd asked her to start going out with him again, for she had stopped seeing him after she'd begun dating Roy Ebart. And each time she had put him off with some excuse or other, being vague about renewing their dating.
She knew she was going to have to give him a definite answer next time he called. It was unfair to Clive to keep him dangling. She frowned. It was just that she needed to make up her mind about him, that's all. Maybe she would do that right now!
For one thing, she had always known better than to let excitement rule her head. While Clive wasn't exciting and charming like Roy Ebart, and would never be able to compete with Roy in that way, at least he would be completely hers, belong only to her if she returned to him. She knew that. As for his not having been man enough to take her, it was Just that Clive was too much of a gentleman to attempt taking her without consent as Roy had done.
Besides being a gentleman who respected her wishes, Clive was a pretty swell guy like Kirk Sloan, she reminded herself as she debated whether she should see him again. She'd felt safe with Clive, knowing that he was sincere with her, that he really cared about her. So what if he was stolid and a little too serious-minded about life ... what mattered was that she would certainly have a secure, respectable future with Clive if she were to marry him.
As for love, Gail mused, maybe she could realize love with Clive since she had been pretty fond of him before she'd met Roy.
She knew she'd arrived at her decision regarding Clive. She would see him again and what's more when she did she was going to let him go much further than kissing her chastely ... much further than letting him brush against her breasts with his hands....
"I'll make him lay me," ' she said aloud. "I'll make him fuck me, that's what. After that I should be able to assess my feelings about him, especially after what happened between Roy and me."
For a moment she considered picking up the phone and calling him up at his home to ask whether he would like to take her out tonight. He would probably be glad to, she thought.
But she changed her mind the next moment about calling up Clive. He just might think that she was suddenly after him only because Roy Ebart had exited from her life. The best thing to do was wait until Clive got in touch with her again, she told herself, and was confident that he would be telephoning again in a few days.
She sighed, still beset by that lonely feeling in her. Roy Ebart was definitely out of her life now. After her defloration on that second date with him, she and Roy had enjoyed subsequent passionate lovemaking on their succeeding dates. She'd known she was just a conquest and a passing interlude to him, but she frankly hadn't cared. All she'd cared about was having herself a terrific sexual fling with Roy until he lost interest in her. All that'd mattered to her was to get fucked by Roy as many times as possible before he left her for some other girl. She'd loved being fucked by him. She'd loved having his cock moving hard in her cunt, jolting her to the very core.
Finally, after three weeks of steady dating, Roy's ardor had cooled and his interest in her had ended. She'd known their romance was over when he hadn't asked her if he could see her again. He'd taken her home and let her alight from the red sport coupe without even bothering to kiss her goodnight as he usually had at the end of every date.
"It's been fun, baby," he'd said coolly, and the note of finality in his voice had erased the slightest doubt about things being over between them. "Keep the home fires burning."
Yes, she'd known then at the end of their last date that Roy would not bother with her further, and she had shrugged to herself indifferently and thought: Well, that's that.
Gail walked over to the television set and turned it on. But she could not get interested in watching television, and finally turned off the set. Returning to the sofa, she picked up the fashion magazine she'd been idly reading when Kirk Sloan had come by for Eileen. She flipped some pages, then suddenly threw the magazine down.
"Oh, shit," she said aloud with a show of irritation. "I'm just in no mood to stay in."
She got up and put on her lemon-colored sweater and went out for a drive in her compact car. She drove aimlessly through the streets until she was in the downtown section of Twin Oaks, then took the highway out to Colverton. She gave no thought to any particular destination, wanting only to kill time....
On Wednesday nights Gary Merlo usually hung out at Roscoe's Diner, a hole-in-the-wall eating joint near the corner of Cedar and Hudson avenues in the business section of Cloverton. He was sitting at the counter drinking a second cup of coffee and talking with some of the other guys who hung around there, when his friend Eric Tempral strolled into the place. Eric's buddy, Marvin Boyd, was with him, Gary saw.
"Hi, Gary," Eric said, slapping him on the shoulder. "Figured you'd be in here. Listen, I got something lined up....a little action that you might want some of," he said in his ear, pitching his voice low. "If you don't, maybe you can loan me a couple of bucks so me and Marv can share the action."
"Let's hear the proposition," Gary murmured.
"Tell you outside. Finish your Java. Marv and me'll wait for you out front."
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute, Eric."
He drank the rest of the hot coffee, then got up and paid Roscoe for the hamburger he'd already eaten and for the coffees.
"So long, kid," Roscoe said, bobbing his half-bald head and turning to ring up the cash register.
Gary strode outside where Eric and his buddy waited. "Okay, what's the 'little action'?" he asked Eric.
"Listen," the tall, heavy-set youth said, "there's a married broad who puts out for dough. She had guys come up to her place at certain times. I found out about it yesterday from a guy I know. She's young, not over twenty, and separated from her husband. Her name's Ginny and she lives in one of those tenement buildings on Walker Street...."
"Yeah," Marvin Boyd cut in, "and shell do anything a guy wants." His piggish eyes shone with lustful desire and there was a sheen of anticipation on his moon face.
"Shell fuck, suck....and all for a fin. Just five bucks!"
Gary eyed the two youths. "How do you know that guy who told you all this about the broad wasn't throwing the bull, Eric?" he said skeptically to his friend.
Eric grinned widely. "I know it's true because the guy fixed me up with her," he answered. "I mean he called her up and arranged to have her put out for me, telling her I was a friend of his and okay. I was in the phone booth with him and talked to the broad myself, and she told me to come up tonight about eight-thirty or so. I asked her if I could bring along a pal of mine-my buddy, Marv here-and she said it'd be all right provided it was understood she gets paid ten bucks, a fin apiece." Eric paused.
Gary nodded. "But you're short a couple of bucks?" he said.
"Yeah, between us Marv and me have only eight bucks and that's why I asked if you can loan me two. I'll pay you back at the end of the week, Gary."
He nodded again and dug into his pocket, pulled out a small roll of bills and gave Eric two dollars. Then he said: "I'm kinda curious to see this married broad ... Yeah, I guess I want some of the action. I'll fork up a fin. But what about your having told her you'd bring only your buddy with you, Eric?"
The heavy-set youth grinned widely again. "Listen, she won't object to me showing up with two pals. Shell be glad to get fifteen bucks instead of ten! Come on, let's go."
On the way over to Walker Street, Gary wanted to know more about the broad. What she looked like? Why she was putting out for dough like a common prostitute? Was she a nymphomaniac? And Eric told him as much as he knew in answer to these questions: "She's a redhead, Gary, and not bad-looking at all I was told....she ain't got a job and is saddled with a ten-month-old kid, and the only way she can get money is by putting out for paying guys....she probably is a nymphomaniac, has got to be."
"Who the hell cares what she's like, anyway?" Marvin said. "She's just a fucking broad who does it for money, so she ain't no different from a common prostitute. She's just another hustler," he declared emphatically.
"You're right, Marv," Eric said, laughing. "Who the hell cares about anything except getting our dough's worth outta her!"
"Look, I was just curious, that's all," Gary told them. "I don't give a damn about a fluff who peddles it....she's just a piece of tail to me, too."
Eric slapped him on the back. "Dang tootin' she's just a piece of ass! She's supposed to be built for jazzing-and we're gonna jazz her but good....Hey, man!"
"Yeah," Marvin chortled. "Man, I'm raring!"
They were in front of the tenement building now, heading for the front door which was ajar.
"That's how I want it, Eric ... pal."
"Here we come, Ginny baby," Marvin crooned as the three of them walked into the vestibule.
Eric pushed one of the bells three times in quick succession. A moment passed and then there was an answering buzz, opening the inner door. Eric quickly moved into the hallway leading to the stairway, and Gary followed on his heels with Marvin right behind him. Seconds later, they were climbing the stairs.
"Oh, Ginny baby, baby...." Marvin crooned in a sibilant whisper.
"Shut up, Marv," Eric told him in a low voice. "And remember there's other people in this building, we don't want to make any racket. You sound like an elephant clumping up these stairs with those big hoofs of yours-ut 'em down easier."
"Okay, but who you calling an elephant, buddy?"
Marvin said.
"I said you sounded like one walking up these stairs."
"Can I help it if these rickety stairs make a lot of noise?" the stocky, moon-faced youth rejoined. "They creak like hell."
Gary chuckled and murmured, "Guess the stairs can't help it that you're a lot of weight on them."
"Very funny," Marvin said. "I weight only 170, smart guy."
"Only?" Gary kidded.
"Knock it off," Eric said. "Apartment 10 is on this next landing ... Listen, I'm first with Ginny. You're next, Marv, and then it'll be your turn, Gary," he whispered, glancing down at him and Marvin. "Okay, Gary?"
He nodded. "Yeah, sure, Eric," he said indifferently.
They reached the next landing and walked a few feet down the dimly lit hall to apartment 10. Eric knocked gently on the door. It quickly opened and a shapely, red-haired, young woman wearing tight-fitting shorts and a shapely, red-haired, young woman wearing tight-fitting shorts and a low-cut blouse stood there in the doorway, her willowy figure clearly etched from the bright kitchen light behind. She wasn't bad-looking at all, Gary thought, knowing that he'd really expected to see a rather plain-looking dame with a so-so figure.
"Come in," she said in a soft, sensual voice. She didn't smile.
Eric walked in first as the redhead stepped back to let them enter, and Gary entered along with Marvin. Ginny shut the door and Gary heard the spring-lock snap in place, locking it. Then the girl was facing them again, saying: "The baby's asleep in the other room ... she's a sound sleeper, but try to keep your voices down anyway. Which of you is Eric?"
Gary looked around the kitchen. Everything was simple, but attractive, fairly neat, feminine. There were some flowers in a couple of vases by the window which was partly open, the curtains fluttering gently from the small breeze drifting in. Then he returned his gaze to the shapely redhead, now noticing the jaded, cynical expression showing in her all-too-knowing green eyes. He wondered how many guys had laid her, this married chick who was supposedly separated from her husband and putting out for money.
She was talking to Eric, who had introduced himself to her and said he hoped she didn't mind his bringing along another friend besides his buddy, Marv. "One more stud makes no difference this time," she was saying, "but next time don't bring up anybody else without telling me you're going to. I don't want more than two guys up here at the same time."
"Okay, I'll remember," Eric said. "Sure, Ginny."
"All right," she said. "Now, I want it clearly understood that after you and your two friends have had your fun, the three of you will leave right away ... Very well, let's not waste any time. Pay me now and we'll begin, starting with you, Eric. That's fifteen dollars for the three of you." She held out her hand.
Eric gave her ten singles, and Gary handed her a five-spot.
"All right," she said. "Now, one more thing I want understood is that only one of you can be in the bedroom with me at a time. While you're with me, Eric, your two friends are to remain out here in the kitchen. When we're through, you'll send the next one in. After him it'll be the other one's turn. Then you all leave right away, take off and be sure not to make any noise going down the stairs. Don't run down them, I mean." She paused.
"Gotcha," Eric agreed with a grin...."Okay, you two guys stay here in the kitchen till I come out," he said over his shoulder as he followed Ginny. "Just park your asses and wait," he grinned.
Gary sat down on a chair at the table, but Marvin remained standing, a sly look on his round face.
"I'm gonna wait a minute, then go peek in at them, Gary. I want to see Eric fucking her ass off like he said he did to that Spanish broad he picked up last week," Marvin said eagerly.
He gave a shrug. "You want to be a Peeping Tom, go ahead."
"I just want to see, that's all," Marvin retorted.
"Okay," he said mildly, not giving a damn what Marvin Boyd did. He considered the guy to be a jerk.
"You know, Gary, I'm beginning not to like you even if you are a good friend of Eric's.
"So don't like me. Who asked you to?"
"Well, being you're a friend of Eric's, I don't want to get into a hassle with you, Gary...."
"Look, Marvin, if what's really bugging you is that you think I might want to get to be Eric's buddy-relax. I don't want to get buddy-buddy with him. So there ain't no reason for you and me to get into a hassle, unless you're just looking for a fight."
"I'm not looking for a fight," Marvin said, looking mollified. "I guess we can be friends if you want, Gary."
"Okay, then."
Marvin smiled suddenly, his eagerness flashing back into his round face. "Hey, they must be fucking in her bedroom now....I'm gonna go get myself an eyeful, Gary!"
He left the kitchen, sneaking along to the bedroom to spy on Eric and the redhead, Ginny, while Gary remained seated at the table.
"What the hell am I doing here ... paying a fin to have a fuck with this Ginny dame when I can get all the fucking I want for free with Joan or some other chick I know....I must be nuts to pay for it," he muttered to himself, drumming his fingers on the table.
But he knew it was just that he wanted to find out of it was any different nicking a married girl ... fucking, getting sucked off or anything else, he was just curious to find out how it would be with a dame who was married. That's why he'd wanted a little of the action with Ginny in the first place. He just wanted to have himself a married piece for the sake of comparison with Joan.
After an interval of time, Marvin came back into the kitchen, a drooling look on his face.
"Man, oh, man, what a sight, Gary," he babbled. "Eric was on her and socking it in, his ass jouncing up and down, and she was moaning and talking dirty. Oh, she's a fucker!" He licked his lips hungrily, hot lust in his piggish eyes.
"Are they done in there?" Gary asked him.
"I guess so, Eric was pulling up his pants. He fucked her twice without hardly stopping for a second, kept slugging his big dick into her twat until he finally flopped still on her ... Man-n!"
"Yeah. Well, you're next, Marvin."
"I'm gonna make her cry 'uncle'!"
Eric entered the kitchen, grinning widely. "It was real good. Go take your turn, Marv....go to it, buddy."
Marvin went. Gary had never seen him move so fast. He looked at Eric. "You just fucked with Ginny, huh? No blow-job?" he asked. "Marvin spied on you and her, said you only fucked her a couple of times."
"I asked her to give me a blow-job, but she said she don't blow," Eric answered. "She told me she never even sucked her husband's cock for him. When I told her the guy who'd introduced me to her over the phone yesterday afternoon claimed she had sucked him off, Ginny denied it. Maybe the guy was shittin' me about that part of it, about her giving blow-jobs besides fucking...." Eric shrugged his heavy shoulders.
"And maybe the guy wasn't shitting you about that. At least, he maybe got blown by her and just figured she blows other guys too." Gary said. "Maybe she only does it for certain guys."
Eric shrugged again. "She claims she don't suck cocks, it's her word against Frank's ... that's the guy-Frank Wollen."
"I know him," Gary nodded. "He used to work in the slipper factory, operated the clicker machine next to the one I operate. He got fired for taking off, calling in sick, too many times. Well, if he's the guy maybe he was lying about Ginny being a cocksucker."
"She seemed to be telling the truth about not having sucked even her husband's cock. Anyway, I was a lot more interested in fucking her. So I did. She's real good, Gary."
"That figures, with all her experience. Who knows how many guys she's had."
"Ginny's a real fuckin' bitch, all right," Eric grinned.
CHAPTER SIX
There was a sudden high squealing cry from the bedroom, then another bleating cry followed by a thin scream that was quickly muffled.
Gary swung his head around. "What the hell is your buddy doing to her?" he exclaimed.
Eric swore. "I bet he's gone and shoved his prick up her ass."
Ginny squealed suddenly again. "You're in my rear too far, you fuck!" she yelled.
"Shit, let's get in there quick before she has everybody in the building come running to find out what all the racket's about," Eric said rapidly. "That damn ass-man, Marv!"
Gary sprang to his feet and he and Eric ran to the bedroom. The only light in the shadow-filled room was a dim light from a small bulb screwed into a wall socket directly above the head of the bed. The bed itself had been stripped down to the mattress and on it Marvin was boffing the completely naked redhead from the rear, his penis lodged between Ginny's taut buttocks as he fucked her rectally. He had one hand on her head, pressing her face down into the mattress to muffle her bleating squeals and angry swearing.
"Ease up, Marv!" Eric commanded. "She probably ain't never had it in the ass before....."
"She agreed to it and she's getting it," Marvin snarled. "I ain't lett her renege."
Ginny twisted her head violently and got her face up out of the mattress. She said shrilly, "I told him to put just a little of the head of his cock in. He's got half his cock in and it's killing me....Get the fucking jerk off of me!" she bleated.
"Pull out, Marv," Eric said irately.
Ginny squealed and squirmed violently as Marvin bore down on her, snarling, "Who you calling a fucking jerk, you bitch!" He clapped a hand over her mouth stifling her squeals as he surged against her buttocks in harder lunges.
"I don't like this," Gary snapped to Eric. "She's liable to start screaming her head off once he's done, just because of her sore ass. I'm pulling him off her!"
But just then Marvin reared back away from the kneeling girl. "She bit my hand, the bitch," he swore angrily. "The hell with her."
"The hell with you, you fuck!" Ginny yelled. "You-"
"Take it easy," Eric said to her. "Quit yelling and hollering, for Chrissakes...."
A baby began suddenly wailing. Gary turned toward the sound of it and saw the shadowy outline of a crib in one corner of the room. Ginny's ten-month-old kid, he remembered.
The naked redhead broke off her tirade. She scrambled off the bed and hurried over to the baby crib. She spoke soothingly to her kid and gave the child her bottle. Gary breathed easier, relieved that Ginny had quickly calmed down. He didn't want any trouble. '
"She'll fall asleep again," Ginny said softly. "I'm sorry I got so damn mad, and all," she then said to Eric. "I couldn't help it ... it was killing me the way your buddy was jamming his fat cock in my rear end, trying to shove it even further in. He didn't have to try getting in so far. My husband put only the head in a little when he used to fuck my ass sometimes. I told Marvin that."
She looked at Marvin. "I'm sorry I had to bite your hand," she told him. "It makes us even for the sore behind, though."
"It don't make us even for the five bucks I paid to fuck you," he griped. "But I'll settle for fucking you in the twat," he added, his truculence fading. "And a blow-job."
"I don't suck," she said tartly.
"That's right, she don't, Marv," Eric said quickly. "I already asked her."
"But you said that guy'd told you she fucks and sucks."
"Frankie is a damn liar if he said I blow guys," the redhead said shortly. "I sure as hell don't."
"Okay, okay," Marvin grumbled. "Then let's just fuck, dammit."
Ginny nodded her head. "All right," she agreed. "You're entitled to lay me, just so you do it the regular way."
"Yeah, give it to her in the cunt," Eric said. "It's the best way, ol' buddy."
"I was gonna give it to her in the twat, but I wanted to give it to her in the ass first 'cause she's got such a good butt."
"Thanks," Ginny said dryly.
Gary spoke up. "Look, why don't you let him give it to you in the cunt from behind?" he suggested to her. "That'll give him some satisfaction at least since he likes your butt so much."
"Sure, why not?" she said with a shrug. "Just so he puts it in the right hole this time."
"She means her twat, Marv," Eric said, grinning once more. "That's the hole on the-"
"I know which hole," Marvin snapped. "She'll get it like she wants it-and get it good."
"From behind, then?" Ginny asked him.
"Yeah," he said hotly. "I'll sink it in from in back."
"Then let's get with it," she said, showing impatience. "I want you guys leaving by no later than nine-forty-five."
As Marvin started having regular sexual intercourse with Ginny from behind, his penis pistoning into her vagina, Gary and Eric returned to the kitchen to wait until Marvin had had his share of paid fun with the shapely redhead.
"You got some bird for a buddy," he said to Eric.
"Marv's okay, Gary. Some broads can take it in the ass and like it," Eric answered. "I've rammed a few assholes. First time I did it was when I was about twelve. I fucked my cousin Jill that way, she was nine then and she liked it and wriggled her ass around my prick as I worked it in and out of her asshole. She got so used to it she preferred that way to being fucked in her cunt. She said it was more fun. But I prefer the cunt and ain't ass-fucked a girl since I was seventeen. Anyway, like I said, some broads can take it in the ass and some can't, Gary."
"How old are you, Eric?" he asked curiously. "Twenty-one....I'm older'n you, right?" Gary nodded. "By a few months. I'll be twenty-one in October."
"Marv's only nineteen," Eric said, walking over to the regrigerator. "I'm thirsty. Maybe Ginny's got some beer...." He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. "Hell, she ain't, but here's a half full bottle of soda. It'll quench my thirst for the time being. Want some of it?"
Gary shook his head. "I'm not thirsty
"Well, I sure am after that hot fucking with Ginny." Eric began to drink from the bottle, gulping down the soda. "Ah, hits the spot," he said, smacking his lips.
Gary began pacing the kitchen. "Can't wait to get my turn with Ginny over with and get out of his dump," he muttered.
"Marv'll be finished with her soon," Eric said, and belched.
"Sooner the better." Gary tightened his lips, thinking of the baby in its crib there in the bedroom while its mother was on the bed being laid by different guys ... putting out for dough. Poor kid had a damn whore for a mother. He couldn't resist saying to Eric, "You'd think that for the sake of the kid she would get a job doing anything instead of laying for dough, being a damn whore."
"Guess she figures laying is easier work," Eric grinned. "And fun besides, especially if she's a nympho."
"But she ought to think of the kid ... get a job and park the kid in a day nursery, then hire a sitter for certain nights so she could get herself a regular boyfriend and go out with him and fuck with the guy to her heart's content."
"Maybe she don't want a regular boyfriend, which she could get with her looks. Maybe she don't want to get interested in any other guy after what's happened to her marriage ... her and her husband separating like they have. As for the kid, Ginny seems to be taking good care of little Virginia," Eric said with a shrug.
"She cares about the kid," Gary admitted. "I saw that the way she jumped off the bed and hurried over to soothe the baby when it started wailing. Yeah, she loves the kid."
Eric belched again, finished drinking the rest of the soda and put the empty bottle back in the refrigerator. At that moment Marvin Boyd walked out into the kitchen, adjusting his clothes.
"How was it, Marv?" Eric asked him.
"Okay ... except that it was like falling in an open manhole," the moon-faced youth replied, looking a little disgusted.
"Her cunt ain't all that big," Eric laughed.
"One fuck was enough for me," Marvin said, and looked at Gary. "She's all yours, Gary."
He found Ginny lying on her side on the mattress, his eyes taking in the naked column of her curved contours as he approached the bed. "I'll take off my pants and shorts," he told her, feeling desire stir within him in spite of his wanting to be cool and casual toward her.
"As you like," she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Put them on the back of the vanity chair over there."
He shucked quickly out of his trousers and under-shorts, stepped over to the dressing table and slung them onto the back of the chair on which were piled fluffy bed pillows and sheets. Then he took off his shoes. Wearing only his T-shirt, he walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at Ginny who was turning to lay flat on her back on the mattress, angling her legs. For an instant she seemed to resemble his first girl, Sandra, lying there in the dim light.
"Well, come on," Ginny said. "Don't stand there."
"You reminded me of a girl I'd known,' he murmured. "Just for a second you looked like her lying there."
"Was she a redhead?"
"Yeah."
For the first time Ginny cracked a smile, even though it was a small smile. "A lot of guys go for redheads," she said. "Maybe that's because redheads can be a helluva lot of fun in spite of having a temper to match their red hair. I'm a real redhead, just in case you might not think so. No henna dye." She paused. "I'd had a lot of boyfriends before I got married," she divulged.
"What about now that you're separated from your husband? You could easily get yourself a regular boyfriend if you and your husband don't get back together again, Ginny."
"No, thanks," she said shortly, her face changing expression. "No more boyfriends. Any guy who wants me, he can have me by paying for the privilege."
"You sound like you got it in for guys ... like all they're good for is making dough off them," he said mildly.
"They're all the same, after only one thing. Single or married, they want a girl for sex....that's all every guy is only interested in a girl for. My husband admitted to me that to him love was just sex. That's all he really cared about. He didn't love me, he just wanted a wife who's good at fucking."
"Uh ... maybe there really isn't anything else to love."
"You wouldn't understand if you thought there was, because you're no different from my husband and the rest." She broke off, showing impatience. "Come on, let's get with it," she said brusquely, angling her legs wider. "You paid for it, stud. You pay, Ginny lays."
He mounted the bed and quickly settled his rangy length over the nude redhead, pressing against her and feeling the heat of her body going to work on him. He felt her loins push upward as his hard penis moved into her vagina, then felt her belly grinding against his as that sturdy cock of his surged deep into her cunt. He began jolting her, hot rising waves of sensation washing over him, and Ginny moaned and moved her loins up and down in unison with his cumulative thrusts.
"Oh-h, you're good, really good," Ginny said passionately. "What's your name-Gary?"
"Uh huh."
"You're really getting to me, Gary. Oh, you're a real stud....it's so fucking good. You've really got me aroused....oooooh, fuck your cock into me faster, Gary." Her hands clutched his bobbing buttocks, fingers digging into the crevice of his rump.
He increased the tempo of his coital movements and felt Ginny's vaginal muscles contracting about his penis tighter than ever. Her breath came faster and faster He was panting rapidly now himself.
"Ohhh-hhhh, I think-I-I think I'm going to have an orgasm," Ginny said gaspingly.
He suddenly felt her forefinger jab into his anus, and the poking finger up his ass instantly pitched his excitement a notch higher ... fired him to greater effort. His cock see-sawed in a wild, agitated rhythm inside Ginny's contracting vagina.
Stuttering little cries mingled with the redhead's garbled moans. "Ohhhh, ahhh, ummm, uhhh, shit,,, fuck, ooohhh....I'm coming, now, now, NOW!"
With a strangled moaning cry, she convulsed under him, clenching her body and shuddering rapidly as she experienced her orgasm, and Gary dug his toes hard into the mattress, his nostrils flaring, and kept boffing her through her gushing release. He could feel his own climax approaching with the momentum of a tidal wave.
He buried his cock deep to the hilt in Ginny's wet cunt just as the male organ erupted. The girl's body was soft, yielding, utterly receptive under him as he locked his arms and legs about her and kept shooting the sperm into her wet cavern until he deposited his whole load in the back of her womb. Then with a heavy sigh of satisfaction, he relaxed bonelessly, satiated, and soon felt Ginny's moist lips nuzzle his neck.
"You made me come," she said softly. "Thank you, Gary."
"Didn't Eric and Marvin-?"
"No. I didn't come with them. They were too quick, both of them, interested only in their own pleasure."
"Well you came now."
"Yes," Ginny sighed. "I came and came and came."
"I always try to satisfy a girl," he said.
As he walked out into the kitchen, Eric quickly asked, "How was it for you? Ginny's fucking good, ain't she?"
"It was okay," he said. "She's good."
"Yeah," Eric grinned. "It was worth paying for with her."
"Speak for yourselves," Marvin said. "I didn't get my dough's worth. She should've sucked, too."
"Come on, let's get out of here," Gary said, heading for the door, and Eric and Marvin followed him out of the apartment.
As they were going downstairs, Gary reflected that although Ginny was good she wasn't as good a lay as Joan ... not half as good, in fact. Yeah, Joan sure excelled the proficient redhead at screwing, he told himself. His experience with Ginny had served to prove further how damn good Joan was. Joan was still the best, all right....
As she approached the town limits of Cloverton, Gail Linn slowed her speed. She was passing a highway motel right then, and she noticed a couple walking arm in arm into the motel court, their heads close together. She felt even more lonely.
She cruised into Cloverton. It was a town she'd been in before, usually passing through but sometimes stopping to have a drink or two in a tavern owned by one of Eileen's brothers-Eileen had two brothers, both married, and the oldest one ran the tavern-and Gail now decided to stop in there for a drink before returning home. She was a moderate drinker.
The tavern was on the corner of Walker Street, and she braked the compact car to a stop at the curb in front of the place. Switching off the engine and headlights, she got out of the car and went into the tavern. She knew from having been there before that it was a quiet place, but tonight it was less active than ever. There were only seven or eight people in the place, two of them women. Henry, Eileen's oldest brother, was behind the bar serving a drink to one of the men seated at the far end of the bar.
Gail walked up to the bar and perched herself on a stool, putting her small purse down on top of the bar. Henry came over, giving her a smile. He was a thick-chested man with an amiable, square, open face and graying temples.
"Hello, Gail," he smiled. "Slumming again?" he said kiddingly.
She laughed. "I was out for a drive and thought I'd stop in for a drink. How are you, Henry?" she said warmly.
"Fine, thanks. Yourself?"
"Just fine," she said, smiling.
He nodded. "How's Eileen? She phone last week to tell me she'd gotten engaged to that fellow she was seeing a lot of the past few months. She told me she would be dropping around with him some night this week."
"She's fine, Henry. Fine and happy."
"Good. I'm glad she's got herself a nice fella. She's been in here with him a few times. I like him." Henry nodded again.
"Kirk's a swell guy," Gail assured him. "They get along perfectly, he and Eileen."
"Good....What'll you have, Gail?"
"A dry martini, Henry."
She glanced around and observed that the man at the far end of the bar was looking at her with interest showing in his eyes. As their eyes met, he started giving her the eye in a definite way and she looked away, not at all interested. In the first place, the man appeared to be at least forty. Secondly, he wasn't good-looking and had a badly receding hairline.
Henry set her drink down in front of her, and she gave him a dollar from her purse. "I'll have another after this one's inside me," she said. "Then I'll drive back to Twin Oaks."
He nodded, smiling. "Say hello to Eileen for me and remind her to drop around with her fella some night this week," he said.
"I will, Henry," she nodded.
When he laid her change on the bar, Henry said: "The second martini will be on the house, Gail. It's nice seeing you again."
"Thanks," she smiled warmly, appreciatively.
He moved down the bar to refill the glasses of his other patrons whom he knew pretty well, his amiable face wreathed in wrinkles of amusement and good humor as he engaged in jocularity with them.
Gail sipped her dry martini. She found herself thinking about sex. When she had been a virgin-unawakened-she'd never dreamed that she would experience a sheer physical hunger for lovemaking ... a craving need. She had never thought sex could make such a difference. Now that she knew what physical love was like, she really felt as if she just couldn't do without it. God, she thought, she was hungry for sex right now. She could feel that hunger in her loins, really feel it. Her throat tightened.
She tried not to think about Roy Ebart's lovemaking, but she couldn't help thinking about it. And just thinking about it was enough to cause her breasts to tingle and make the nipples stiffen up. With suddenly trembling fingers, she put down her drink after taking a long swallow of the liquor.
She glanced toward the man at the far end of the bar, and it seemed to her that his eyes were fixed on the front of her lemon-colored sweater where the points of her breasts pushed it outward. She hastily finished her drink and signalled Henry for a refill.
She drank the second martini as quickly as she could, trying to make the gulping swallows dull the physical need within her. When she drained the glass she put it down and slid off the bar stool, picking up her small purse as she turned to leave the tavern.
"Take care." Henry called, smiling, as she gave him a farewell wave of her arm and a parting smile. "Give my regards to Eileen."
She hurried out and got back into her car, switched on the lights and started the motor and drove away quickly as though she were afraid the man who'd been giving her the eye would follow her out of the tavern and she would let him pick her up just because of the physical hunger she felt.
She turned the corner and made another right hand turn at the next corner. When she got back to the apartment she would write her Aunt Doris that letter she'd been putting off, Gail told herself. Then she would take a cold shower and go straight to bed.
"If Clive doesn't call up tomorrow evening, maybe I will call him up," she said aloud to herself. "Shit, I know I will!"
Damn it, she was a warm-blooded, fully awakened, passionate young woman, and she needed sex! And maybe Clive would prove to be the right man for her, a man sexually suited to her and who was also capable of sincere love. Clive was capable of sincere love-she knew that much!
Face it, Gail, she thought wryly to herself then, even sex without love is better than nothing.
She was honest enough with herself to admit that. She had loved being laid ... had revelled in fucking with Roy Ebart. Even now she could almost feel his hard penis surging deep into her vagina....
"Ooooooh," she moaned vibrantly. "I want to be fucked good like that again and again and again...." She bit down on her bottom lip, a hot, thrilling tremor racing along her spine.
She would never before have believed she could want sexual intercourse as much as she wanted it now. It was a need that was like a burning flame upon her flesh.
She glanced at the dashboard clock as she slowed the compact car to a stop for a traffic light. It was just ten o'clock. At least she had managed to kill a couple of hours since Eileen and Kirk's departure for the drive-in movie.
She tapped restlessly on the steering wheel with her fingers as she waited for the light to change. She felt so unsettled inside. When the light flashed green, she quickly pushed her foot down on the accelerator.
Abruptly the car stalled. In quick irritation she pumped the gas pedal with her foot, trying to get the car started again. It remained stalled, the motor making a low whirring noise and then a clicking sound. "Oh, damn it," she said, and kept pumping the gas pedal. The smell of gasoline was suddenly in her nostrils.
Behind her stalled car was another car whose driver now became impatient and blew his horn at her. She stuck her head out the window and yelled, "I'm stalled, the motor's conked out on me," and he backed up and then eased his sedan past her car with barely enough room to squeeze by without scraping the side of her car.
Swearing irritably, she tried again to get the motor started. There was only a clicking sound and a stronger smell of gasoline.
"Trouble?" a male voice said the next moment, and Gail turned her head and saw a dark-haired fellow in a white T-shirt stepping up to the car.
"I can't seem to get it started again," she told him, noticing that he was quite good-looking. "It stalled all of a sudden and-" she gestured helplessly.
He poked his head into the car and immediately said, "It's flooded."
"It's what?" she said blankly.
"The carburetor's flooded. Smell those gasoline fumes? Turn off the ignition. You have to wait a while before you can get the motor started, that's all," he informed her.
She turned the key in the ignition and looked at him. "How long must I wait?" she asked. "Another car just barely managed to squeeze by, but-"
"Oh, just turn your wheels toward the corner curb and I'll push you over so you won't be blocking traffic," he said quickly.
She turned the steering wheel and the compact car rolled easily as he pushed it toward the curbing. "Okay," he said, "now wait about ten minutes or so, then you can start it up. You'll be on your way again in a jiffy-to wherever you're bound for."
"Twin Oaks ... I'm on my way home," she told him, and gave him a cordial smile as he smiled at her. "I was out for a drive and now am on my way back," she explained.
"I used to go to high school in Twin Oaks," he said. "They don't have one here in Cloverton, although they're now talking of building a high school. My sister Debby goes to that high school in Twin Oaks. It's a nice town and I've been there quite a few times since graduating high school. Matter of fact, I'll probably be driving over this weekend to go to see the carnival."
"Oh, yes, I read about it in the paper," she said, nodding. "It opened last night and will be in town for two weeks. I'd love to go see it myself. I haven't been to a carnival in a long time and I remember the fun it was." She gave him a provocative smile. "Oh, I'd really love to see it, expect that it wouldn't be much fun seeing it by myself."
He was suddenly looking at her with definite male interest showing in his eyes. He murmured, "Well, uh, if you'd like to see that carnival with me I'll be glad to take you along, say, this Friday night-"
"I'd like to very much," Gail said quickly, exulting inside. She felt greatly attracted to him because of the loneliness she'd experienced tonight, because of his good looks and warm friendliness, and because of the physical desire his nearness roused within her. "You said you'd be driving over-you have a car then?"
He nodded. "A convertible. I left it home tonight. It's a couple of years old, but I keep it looking almost like new. But let's not talk about my car," he grinned. "We've more important things to talk about ... like, our introducing ourselves and your giving me your phone number and your address in Twin Oaks-"
"Yes," she laughed, "first things first ... I'm Gail-Gail Linn."
"I'm Gary Merlo." His eyes twinkled at her. "Okay, Gail, now we can get to the other details...." His tone was sugary now.
She was eager to tell him what he precisely wanted to know, and to learn more about him in turn. She felt simply overjoyed over the fact they had a date for Friday night. This handsome, virile Gary Merlo affected her just as had Roy Ebart-the same powerful attraction-and once again she put Clive Kline out of her mind completely.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At five minutes past ten o'clock that Wednesday night, Joan Giggs got into her shortie pajamas and slipped into bed after having watched television most of the evening with her mother and father. She snuggled her blonde head against the pillow, sighing and closing her eyes.
It had been a cloudy warm day until a sudden heavy shower had dispelled the August mugginess, then the skies had cleared towards evening and a cool wind had blown throughout the evening, making the temperature drop to a pleasant sixty-five degrees. Joan had worked in her father's real estate agency that day. She was a fairly good typist and usually worked two or three days a week for her father, who had told her that he might have her work a full week starting in September. She liked working in his agency.
As she lay there in bed, Joan began thinking of Gary and she smiled dreamily, her soft lips parted in warm sensuality. Just thinking about Gary was enough to make her feel giddy with love, with desire and longing. Gary was really wonderful ... was everything she wanted of a guy. She was in love with him beyond any doubt, and she was quite determined to win his love. She felt confident she would, too.
She was filled with gladness over the fact that she and Gary were so utterly perfect together sexually, their bodies perfectly attuned to each other. She knew she was counting on that sexual perfectness to convince Gary that they were made for each other-two people who were perfect for each other, ideally suited; that their relationship simply had to ripen into a permanent bond of mutual love....
Joan lay awake, wanting Gary's strong, virile arms around her again and looking forward to her next date with him which was for this Saturday night. She visualized herself being again taken by him in hot passion, and the exciting imagery quickened her blood, put a warm, quivery feeling inside her loins.
Sex-she just loved it, especially with Gary, she reflected hotly. Sex was glorious, wonderful! There wasn't anything like good, satisfying sex! She felt she couldn't ever get enough of it. From the time of her sexual initiation at twelve years of age, when Rodney Taffel had compelled her to submit to sexual intercourse in the semi-dark dilapidated shed, she had developed a craving for sex. As a result, she'd become randy with a lot of boys after entering her teens and had been laid by this boy and that as she began to mature physically. She'd developed large breasts and an excellent figure which had brought her the eager attention and rapt admiration of many of the fellows in school and around town.
In addition to sexual intercourse, she had practiced fellatio on certain boys whom she'd liked better than others. Some of those favored boys had performed cunnilingus on her in return. She was honest about these acts-she enjoyed them and did not pretend otherwise to herself. She'd sucked Gary's prick on more than one and she knew she would suck him off again every so often. It was part of wonderful sex, and anyway she wanted to please Gary in every way she could.
Gary, though, had yet to reciprocate by sucking her cunt, but she believed he would do that once she indicated a desire for cunnilingus. Up to now she had not expressed such a desire, but she knew full well that she intended to get him to suck her cunt. Maybe this Saturday night, she told herself.
She hadn't told Gary everything that had happened in the shed with Rodney Taffel. She'd only told him about the rape of her twelve-year-old body. She had omitted telling him that following the boy's fucking her she'd then been compelled by the fourteen-year-old rapist to take his cock into her mouth and suck on it until the penis had gotten hard again and finally began bucking down her throat, shooting out gooey stuff. She still remembered how she'd jerked her head in distinct surprise and confusion when the ejaculation had occurred. Rodney Taffel's hands had clamped on her head and he'd hissed: "Swallow it-all of it!" And she had done so, having no choice but to obey. The strange taste of semen had remained in her mouth until she drank a glass of orange juice when she got home.
As it later turned out, when she was in her teens and randy with boys, she'd gotten a compelling urge to perform fellatio again and had sucked off a seventeen-year-old boy named Georgie Beal. She'd discovered she really liked sucking on a prick and bringing it to a climax inside her mouth. She just naturally acquired a taste for it and decided she was a regular, honest-to-goodness cocksucker.
Joan didn't know how many cocks she had sucked since she was fifteen, because she'd lost count. But the last time she'd sucked was a few weeks ago when she had let that guy in Atlantic City persuade her into going down on him in his parked car near the ocean. He'd shot a good-sized load down her gullet. She'd fucked with him and sucked him off in that same night at least several times-she was hazy as to exactly how many times because she'd been feeling a little high from the effects of the marijuana cigarettes the guy had induced her to smoke for kicks before they'd parked. She hadn't cared to date him again after that night, didn't even want to remember his name.
Joan sighed tremulously, stirring slightly in bed. Yes, she'd had plenty of sex since fifteen, an age that seemed to her so long, long ago, so far in the past now that she was eighteen. She had done a lot of things with guys, and had also had sex with her twenty-nine-year-old uncle on one occasion when she'd been sixteen. She had even indulged in sex with a girlfriend of hers, Vilma Hamilton, last summer. She was well versed in sex, all right, Joan reflected smugly to herself.
Since fifteen she had played the field, her interest in males having been nothing more than a physical attraction, a desire for sex just for the pleasure and fun of it. She'd always accepted sex on a plain basis, never pretending or professing love for any guy. She simply hadn't cared to fall in love, had wanted no serious attachments, although quite a few fellows had professed love for her and bought her gifts which she'd accepted as part of the dating game. She had just wanted to go on being footloose and sexy, gay and uninhibited, with a careless disregard for what other people might think.
Then she'd met and started going with Gary Merlo. He'd soon affected her differently than any other fellow she'd ever known; she really enjoyed being with him, it was so good to be with him, and they were so marvelously well matched at lovemaking. She had suddenly realized she was in love with Gary. Now all she wanted was to be with him for always, to become engaged to him so they could eventually marry and live happily ever after....
Joan sighed again, longingly, and knew she would go to any lengths to win Gary, to have him belong to her for keeps, because she wanted him more than anything else in the world. Then she smiled again, suddenly and deeply, because of the certainty she felt that Gary would prefer a permanent relationship with her to the point of marrying her rather than settle for some girl who couldn't make him happy in bed like she did.
"And I'm going to tell him this Saturday night I want it to be for keeps with us," she whispered to herself, opening her eyes and staring in the dark. "I'll tell him again how much I love him ... and how I feel it's time we get engaged because we're so good for each other. He'll be twenty-one in October and I might as well start conditioning him to the idea of our getting engaged by then."
Her eyes glowed in anticipation. She would do her very utmost to hook Gary-there wasn't going to be any if about it....
Joan turned over on her back. She let her mind drift back to when she'd been sixteen. There had been several boys with whom she'd been very promiscuous at that age-Steve Todd, a movie usher, Ray Fillern, a garage mechanic apprentice, and Cliff Sawyer, a high school senior. She had fucked with each one on every date, and had sucked off Steve because she'd found him particularly attractive and manly. He had been tremendously pleased and showered her with gifts during their affair which had lasted about three months.
It'd been Steve Todd who performed cunnilingus on her for the first time, Joan recalled warmly. He had wanted to repay her orally for having sucked his cock to orgasm on previous occasions, and she had eagerly allowed him to mouth her cunt, thrilling to his ardent licking and sucking of her clitoris. It had been a most exciting experience for her, culminating in a terrific orgasm. She remembered how Steve had lapped up her gushing juices.
Joan's breath fluttered in her throat as she further recalled that it was during her affair with Steve Todd when Uncle Bruce had made her succumb to his charms. It had happened on a Thursday afternoon when he'd found her home alone.
She'd just gotten home from school a few minutes before Uncle Bruce's unexpected visit, Joan remembered. Her mother was out of the house, having gone shopping on the avenue as she usually did on Thursday afternoons, and her father was at his real estate agency which he had established that week.
She was quite surprised when she'd answered the sudden door chimes and beheld her young uncle standing there....
"Hi," she said. "Come in, Uncle Bruce. This is a surprise, seeing you. I mean you always visit in the evening time-"
"I'm on vacation from my job and thought I'd drop in this afternoon for a short visit," he explained, smiling easily, stepping past her into the house. "I hope I haven't caught your mother at a busy time...."
"She's out," Joan told him. "She's gone shopping and won't be back for a hour or so yet. She usually takes long when she shops at Roebuck's department store. You can wait for her if you like," she added, turning toward him after closing the front door.
"Well, I'll stay a while," he nodded. "How are you, Joanie?" he asked with a smile. "You're seldom home in the evenings."
"I know," she smiled. "I go out a lot. Let's go sit in the living room. I got home just a little while ago myself, from high school."
"How are you doing in school?" he asked as they walked together into the comfortable living room, his arm draping familiarly about her shoulders.
"Okay," she answered with a jaunty toss of her head.
"I'm making passing grades, better than average."
"That figures," he said smilingly. "You've always been smart and quick, Joanie."
"I've always tried to be," she laughed exuberantly.
They sat down on the big davenport and Uncle Bruce leaned back comfortably. He was a handsome hulk of a man, dark-haired and almost overwhelmingly masculine. He had a hearty, outgoing way about him, and at twenty-seven was a footloose bachelor, playing it free and loose with women. Joan had two other uncles, but he was her favorite uncle.
She nestled close to him, smiling pertly at him as he looked at her with brilliance in his dark eyes. He had the look of appearing delighted with her, the look she had always loved.
He said gently, "Every time I see you, Joanie, you're prettier than ever. You're actually beautiful, do you know that?"
He paused, looked fondly at her once more, a warm magnetic current flowing from his eyes into hers. "You're just so beautiful since I saw you last. How about a lil' kiss? Or do you think you've outgrown giving your favorite uncle a kiss?"
"No," she grinned, flashing her eyes at him merrily.
She lifted her face for his kiss and he put his arms around her as their lips met. She thought it would be a brief kiss like on the other times she'd been kissed by him, but she felt his arms quickly tighten about her, holding her securely as his lips pressed down on hers in a slow, firm, possessive kiss instead of his usual quick, affectionate kiss. A tingling sensation coursed through her, and she felt herself respond to the pressuring kiss.
He kissed her for a long moment before releasing her lips and raising his head with an explosive exhalation. She drew a deep, shaky breath, feeling breathless, nervous, and tinglingly conscious of the electric effect he had on her now.
"You know all about kissing, I'll wager," he said in a husky voice, his eyes staring into her as he continued to hold her in the circle of his arms. "You've probably been kissed by boys many times while playing the field. You're a very kissable girl, Joanie."
His arms pulled her tighter, pulled her upward against him to bring her face close to his. She was keenly aware of the strong sensuality of his lips, of the sheer handsomeness of his clean-shaven face. His Scotch whiskey-tinged breath whiffed into her nostrils.
"Let's have another kiss," he requested huskily.
Her eyes looking owlishly into his, she shook her head a little. "Let's not," she breathed, her pulse beating erratically.
"Why not?"
"I-I don't think we should."
"I liked that kiss we just had," he smiled. "Didn't you? ... Silly question. I know you liked it from the way you kissed back. So pucker up those kissable lips of yours. We'll make it a real special kiss this time."
"I-" She swallowed. Her face felt hot, burning.
"Pretty please?" he said in a teasing tone, coaxingly.
She knew he wasn't teasing, though. There was something in his eyes that she had never seen before-a look of definite desire. A look that gave her sudden goose-bumps.
Their faces almost touching, only a small space separating their lips, Joan felt powerless to turn her eyes away from his intent gaze. It felt like her eyes were suddenly locked in those brilliant dark eyes. It was as if Uncle Bruce's magnetic charms had mesmerized her.
"Come on, kiss," he whispered huskily. "I'll show you how I kiss my girlfriends. But it'll be something special for us," he added. "Pucker up and kiss...." His tone was all warmth, intimate.
His sensual lips now touched hers, and she automatically parted her lips for the kiss at the gentle contact. She didn't want to be kissed again by him, but she was powerless to resist. She moved info his kiss and began to kiss him back. It was a tender, loving, pleasurable kiss, and she savored it, twining her arms around him as they kissed slowly together.
And then Uncle Bruce was driving his tongue into her mouth. She felt the suddenly demanding pressure of his mouth as he quickly began working his tongue inside her mouth. She squirmed a little, gasping in her throat, her emotions blurring.
His tongue teased and lashed her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She knew all about kissing this way, and reacted reflexively, flipping her tongue over his agile tongue in a way that showed her degree of sophistication and skill. Oh, she knew all about hot kissing, all right!
They kept it up, french-kissing thoroughly, pausing for air and then resuming kissing, their tongue playing tag and twisting, sliding, and twining together. She was moaning with pleasure, mashing her mouth against his.
As they continued to kiss hotly, she now felt his hands moving knowingly down the slope of her back and reaching the roundness of her posterior. He gave her a few squeezes there, and she squirmed and wriggled slightly. He held her tightly and drove his tongue again and again into the very pallet of her throat, and she shook uncontrollably all along her youthful, ripe body.
He kissed some more, all the while feeling and squeezing her warm backside through her skirt and panties, then pulled his mouth off hers and began kissing her ear and jabbing the tip of his tongue into it as his hand now slid up under her skirt, fingers invading her panties at the crotch. She mewled as she felt his fingers go inside her warm, moist flesh; she quivered, trembling against him as his fingers found and rubbed her clitoris. She felt her cunt become warmer and moister.
His tongue ran around the shell of her dainty ear as he worked his fingers inside her crotch. He whispered suddenly, "Have you been laid yet by a fella? Have you fucked with a boyfriend, Joanie?" And he raised his head and looked into her half-closed eyes.
"No," she lied in a hot breath, and quickly burrowed her face in the angle of his neck and shoulder before he could discern that it was a lie.
He kissed the side of her neck. "Listen," he whispered, his husky voice earnest, confidential and persuasive, "I know you've probably been thinking and wondering about fucking-it's only natural to think and wonder about how it feels, and to want it....except that you're afraid to do it for some reason or other. It's like that with any girl who's a virgin. And you've good reason to be reluctant and afraid, because a girl's first time can be bungled if the boyfriend is clumsy and a little rough...."
If he only knew, Joan thought to herself, how many times she had fucked with boys since her cherry was coppy by Rodney Taffel. At least a dozen times. At least!
He kissed her ear and went on talking confidentially: "You wouldn't want your first time spoiled by bungling. Fucking is meant to be enjoyed, Joanie. And it's important that the first time is good. I want it to be good for you ... so I'm going to introduce you to fucking. You're all hot and I can tell you really want it. I'll break you in. You won't be sorry afterwards, I promise-"
He tipped up her head and claimed her mouth again, his tongue riding through her parted teeth once more, and she gave a murmuring cry of pleasure. Simultaneously his fingers renewed their activity in her tingling, moist cunt, making her clitoris grow even harder. Her mouth became hotter and more urgent against his encompassing mouth. Strains of excitement were rippling through her aroused body.
Then Uncle Bruce was gently easing her back and down upon the big davenport, and she resisted not at all. She was quivering with desire, with need. She hadn't wanted to react this way but she simply couldn't help herself. It was just impossible to control the reactions of her emotions. She'd always fel extremely fond of her young handsome, intensely virile uncle, had sometimes secretly desired to have him make love to her because he was such a wonderful hulk of a man, and because women pursued him and were crazy about him. But now with him actually doing things she'd imagined him doing to her, she was filled with more exciting emotions than she'd ever known before.
He was lifting her skirt high about her hips. "You want me to fuck you, I know, Joanie-but tell me you do," he murmured.
"Yes." It was a low, throaty acquiescence.
Then she felt his hands pulling down her panties. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, and she quivered anew and tensed with tingling thrills running through her half-naked body. She stared at him and twitched with anticipation, waiting for him to now claim her submissive body.
He looked at her genitals, brushed his hand gently over her pubic hair and the pouting slit of her female muff, and she stirred impatiently and gasped his name hotly.
"First," he said huskily, "just a little of this-"
He knelt swiftly beside the davenport and lowered his head to plant kisses on her quivering belly, his mouth trailing downward until his lips were brushing over the outer edges of her cunt. His tongue licked gently, and spurts of excitement sped through her. Then he swished his tongue over her damp, curly pubic hairs and quickly drove his tongue stiffly into the opening. She sucked in her breath sharply and drew her lower hp between her teeth as his tongue unerringly found the spot that made her tremble acutely all over.
"Oooooo...." she moaned, her eyes rolling in her head.
He paused, withdrew. "You have a real sweet pussy, Joanie," he whispered sibilantly.
Then he inserted his tongue again and pushed his lips into the moist orifice as he resumed licking her clitoris. Desire welled to high tide in her, and she quickly pushed down on his head with her hands and bounced her loins against his submerged face, shivers of eagerness racing through her inflamed body as Uncle Bruce took the whole surface of her palpitating cunt into his mouth. She churned her hips in a small, tight circle and had the giddy feeling that her whole body was spinning in circles.
Then Uncle Bruce was rising, saying urgently, "Now you're ready to be fucked, Joanie."
"Oh, yes....do it now, now," she moaned, writhing impatiently.
He joined her on the big davenport, adjusted her quickly to his descending body. She felt him unzip his trousers, then immediately felt the full, hard extension of his penis between her legs. The thrusting feel of it made her blood pound like crazy in her arteries, and she let out a throaty gasp. She quivered in spasms of keen excitement. Her favorite uncle was about to actually fuck her and she couldn't believe it and told herself that maybe she was dreaming this was happening. Only she knew full well that she hadn't dreamed the things he'd already done to her, especially the licking and sucking of h e r cunt that had been much too terifically real to have been a dream. She was really and truly about to be fucked by her young, exciting uncle!
"Don't be scared," he said thickly. "I won't hurt you...."
Scared! God, she wanted his cock inside her cunt so bad she ached with need. Then she remembered that he thought she was a virgin yet. Some virgin! She stifled a wild giggle.
"I'll put it in nice and slow, Joanie."
He eased his penis into her vagina and then it found its way, plunging deep within her channel. It was a tight fit because his cock was much bigger than any boy's prick-quite a lot bigger due to the fact he was a man-but she managed to accommodate it despite its large size, her vaginal walls easily stretching to make room for it.
"Is it all the way in?" he asked. "Yes," she answered in a hot whisper. "It feels like it," he agreed. "You've got a nice big cunt."
"I felt a little pain," she lied, "but it's all gone now."
"Good," he rejoined. "I must have broke through your hymen. Good," he repeated with satisfaction. "You won't feel any pain from now on, only pleasure, Joanie." He moved gently within her.
She smiled slyly to herself, thinking how easy it was to make him believe this was the first time she was experiencing sexual intercourse. She'd fooled him completely-
Arms and legs entwined, fused together, they fucked slowly on the davenport. Joan began throbbing deeply with strong sensation. She couldn't control the movements of her hips; they undulated in quicker movements, showing impatience with Uncle Bruce's slower movements.
She said urgently, "Do it faster and harder now-much harder."
"All right," he said, his voice hoarse with passion. "You don't know how long I waited for this!" His embrace tightened.
"You mean you've been wanting to fuck me, all along?"
"Yes. You're my favorite niece and such a beautiful girl and all. I just wanted to get to fuck you once at least. And now I i m fucking you-" he uttered a vibrant groan of deep pleasure.
She gave a breathless little laugh that was husky enough to suggest an abandon to the erotic and the unruly passionate. She dug her fingernails into his back and worked her body faster against his as he increased his in-and-out movements. She was enjoying herself, enjoying the strong sensations of his large cock thrusting good and hard along the channel of her cunt. He was giving her a swell fucking now, putting his all into it, and she churned and ground herself against him in a highly competent performance for a sixteen-year-old girl who supposedly was having sexual intercourse for the first time.
"Oooooh....aaahhhh....oooouhhhh," she moaned pleasurably.
It was wonderful, glorious! She was panting and gasping in mushrooming delight. Uncle Bruce was giving her the best fucking she'd ever enjoyed. It was far superior to being fucked by a boy. She could feel his cock all the more because he was a man and not a boy. His rhythmical thrusts jarred her to the core of her being. She clamped her eyes shut and whimpered with joy, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body going wild.
"Oooooh, Bruce-Bruce-I'm-I'm c-coming!" she cried out. "Ohhhhhh, eeeeyyyyyeeee-"
He pumped harder, ramming his penis faster in her vagina.
Abruptly she convulsed with a shrill, warbling cry and threshed in the throes of an orgasm the like of which she'd never experienced before. The paroxysms shook her whole body, and she felt her gushing juices flowing in a hot torrent over the head of Uncle Bruce's cock. He kept pumping through her heavy release until suddenly his steaming passion erupted, mingling with her juices. She tightened her wet cunt around his jerking cock, shuddering in ecstasy and glorying in the magnificent culmination of their coital act.
"Oh-h, Joanie, honey!" he gasped thickly, his nostrils flaring wide with his explosive breathing.
Then it was over and they sagged limply, both of them wholly spent, making no effort to disunite their now lax bodies......
Her thoughts returning to the present time, Joan sighed heavily and rolled her head on the pillow. She and Uncle Bruce had never again engaged in sexual intimacy, but she wasn't sorry about that wonderful first time they'd fucked. Her favorite uncle was married now, having wed a stunning brunette last winter.
She reflected dreamily that Gary resembled her young uncle a little, and wondered fleetingly whether that slight resemblance contributed in some degree to the way she felt about Gary. It was very possible, she thought.
She stirred in bed, smiling a bit smugly to herself. There had been guys and guys before Gary, but none like him-he was the first guy she really cared about, and she treasured their groovy relationship and wanted it to stay on a steady course. She knew herself too well to deny that she was used to getting her own way, always getting what she wanted, and so she felt sure that she would hook Gary for keeps.
No other girl, she reflected smugly, could give Gary as much pleasure sexually as she gave him. She was an expert at her tricks. Gary was as good as permanently hooked already, she assured herself, highly confident that he would not become interested in another girl.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In front of the dresser mirror, Gail fixed her burnished auburn hair in a bouffant style, looking forward with warm anticipation to keeping her date with Gary Merlo. It was Friday night and in about twenty minutes he was due to arrive to pick her up in his convertible-at eight o'clock sharp. She'd taken a shower before getting dressed, and she had scrubbed her flawless skin until it glowed, then had dried herself and dabbed a spicy-scented perfume over her body in certain places, including between her large breasts. She'd even applied a dab of the fragrance to each tingling nipple.
Gail shivered deliciously as she found herself wondering what kind of a lover Gary would be. The speculation intrigued her. She knew she wanted him to make physical love to her before the date ended with his bringing her back home. She didn't bother to beat around the bush with herself about that. She was hungry for sex, was filled with need that now attacked her anew from just thinking about it; she felt its insistence with greater urgency than ever, firing up her loins.
After all, she thought firmly, wasn't that what a woman was really made for-fucking? Very well, then! Besides, she needed it in the worst way. God, she could feel the craving need surging through her veins.
Having sex with someone was perfectly natural, perfectly normal, right and good, she told herself, giving her mirror reflection a level look.
She still desired real love....a lasting love; still longed for Mr. Right. ... But in the meantime, while waiting for the right man to show up in her life, she was going to give herself to any man she wanted to have sex with, Gail vowed.
She didn't think that Gary Merlo would turn out to be that right man. At least she wasn't going to let herself have such high hopes about him, for he could be just another Roy Ebart, interested only in her body, wanting only to get to lay her, period. She did not want to be disappointed again by false expectation, to have her hopes dashed in the same way Roy Ebart had dashed them by turning out to have been interested in her only as a passing interlude. No sirree! She would think of Gary Merlo as a male only-just a guy with whom to satisfy her sex urges, interested in him only as an object of her own sex craving. She was physically attracted to him, he seemed exciting, stimulating like Roy, and she just wanted to get herself fucked by him, that's all.
"Shit, and how," she said aloud to her piquant reflection in the mirror. "I'll fuck with him to a faretheewell!"
She ran her hands down along her curvy hips, savoring the sex glow that was spreading over her body. She knew she was working herself up, and she swiped her tongue over her lips and assumed a highly provocative expression, the look she intended giving Gary Merlo at the right time and place. It was a look guaranteed to make him react in a hurry.
Presently she left the bedroom. She was ready for Gary's arrival. She wore a casual blouse and a snug-fitting mini skirt, suitable wear for a carnival. Going over to the sofa, she sat down to wait. Her girlfriend Eileen had gone out earlier, saying she was meeting Kirk at his place and from there would be going with him to her brother's tavern in Cloverton. Gail had relayed to her Henry's message Wednesday night.
She glanced at the time. Five minutes of eight. She stirred restlessly on the sofa. She hoped Gary would show up promptly at eight.
Again she found herself wondering what kind of a lover Gary was, and felt a new wave of desire sweeping through her body. She had taken one of Eileen's birth control pills so she didn't need to worry about being made pregnant if she got laid tonight. She'd started taking the Pill after her tumultuous second date with Roy Ebart, not wanting to risk pregnancy again. Eileen had said she could share her supply of birth control pills, to take one whenever she wanted.
It was a wonderful invention, the Pill, she thought briefly. She supposed most every girl contemplating sexual intercourse was wise enough to take the pill, since it was the safe, practical thing to do according to medical authorities.
As she had so many times in the past few days, Gail let her mind recall the wonderful, exciting dates with Roy Ebart. She saw his smiling, adventurer's face again in her mind's eye, saw his flashing dark eyes, his hands moving intimately on her tingling body....She shivered with the excitement she relived for' several pulsing moments, and her breath quickened and became hot in her throat as she now again relived the intense, mounting thrills of Roy's fucking of her body....
The sudden ringing of the doorbell brought Gail quickly back to reality. Gary Merlo, she thought instantly and got up from the sofa and went to the door, her pulse beating in her throat.
She opened the door after glancing down at her wrist-watch and noting that it was precisely eight o'clock on the dot. "Hi, Gary," she greeted warmly, smiling at him. "You're exactly on time."
He grinned engagingly. "I'm a punctual guy. I said eight sharp." His eyes swiftly looked her up and down appreciatively, admiringly. "You look gorgeous. You'll easily be the best-looking chick at the carnival, Gail."
She laughed lightly, her hand going .up to touch her glossy auburn hair in a feminine gesture as she preened in his admiration. At the same time she was thinking how handsome he looked in the sport jacket he wore, with the collar of his blue shirt open at the throat accentuating his virility.
"You're not bad looking yourself," she told him coquettishly. "I'm all ready. I just know we're going to have a lot of fun at that carnival."
"You can count on it," he grinned. "Let's go."
They walked over to his double-parked blue convertible and he helped her into it, his fingers light on her elbow as she stepped into the car. Closing the door once she was seated, he walked quickly around the front of the convertible and got in behind the wheel. There was a male sensuousness about him, she thought. And just thinking that about him made her want him, want the thrill of his sexual love. She decided he was even more handsome than he'd looked on Wednesday night when he had come to her aid at the time her compact car wouldn't start.
She settled back and let the wind blow through her hair as Gary proceeded to drive to the carnival. He handled the convertible with a careless ease, his capable hands effortlessly turning the wheel when taking corners. Soon they were in the north end of Twin Oaks.
He glanced at her. "Sure was a lucky thing for me that your car stalled and the carburetor flooded, the other night," he said with a grin, "otherwise I wouldn't've met you, Gail."
She smiled and nodded. "I guess it was fate," she said lightly. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Kismet, you know."
"Yeah," he laughed.
She slid closer to him, batting her long lashes at him.
"There's the carnival just up ahead," he said then, turning his head to return his gaze to the road. "You can see the big Ferris wheel...."
She laughed a little and said, "I haven't been to a carnival in ages, Gary."
"So you said Wednesday night. Well, you'll make up for it tonight at this one, I'll see to that," he rejoined boyishly. "We're going to have us a hell of a good time, Gail."
"I know we will," she agreed breathlessly, smiling full and free, pressing her thigh against his. "I want it to be a night to remember, Gary."
He gave her a warm glance. "It will be," he promised, his lips turning up in an infectious smile.
She laughed gaily. "It's such a lovely August night," she said.
"It's going to be really beautiful later on tonight," he grinned.
"Wonderful," she said, batting her lashes at him again.
She had caught the meaning in his tone and it excited her, for she now had the feeling he knew that he could expect them to engage in lovemaking later on, towards the end of their date. She gave him a preview of her highly provocative look to let him know she would be his for the taking. And he promptly reacted by dropping his hand onto her knee and giving it a meaningful squeeze, while at the same time giving her a caressing look.
"Where have you been all of my life, baby?" he murmured sensuously. "I wish you'd have come into it sooner....! wish we'd have met months ago, when I was looking to meet a classy chick like you," he added.
"So you have met me finally and we're together now," she said archly. "What does it matter that we didn't meet months ago?"
"Think of the months of fun we've missed," he said lightly.
She laughed and he grinned at her again.
She felt extremely desirable and buoyant. She didn't care a fig about the likelihood that Gary was another Roy Ebart, promising only excitement and unbridled ardor. She had made up her mind to settle for the excitement and the thrills of passion, had adopted the attitude that it would not matter if Gary were the Casanova male type and they parted company when he lost interest in her. She didn't even care if she never saw him again after tonight. She had only one object in mind: to engage in unbridled lovemaking with him tonight for no other reason than physical attraction and pure need.
That Friday evening Ben Hulen put down the newspaper and leaned back in his chair. He'd just finished reading about a divorce case in which both parties were fighting for custody of a thirteen-year-old girl, each parent wanting to be awarded custody of their daughter. With a sad shake of his head, Ben briefly censured the divorce case because of the shattering effect it had on the young girl. There were too many such divorce cases, he reflected soberly, feeling sorry for children who were products of broken homes.
He was staring pensively across the room, suddenly debating whether to go over to the candy store again and tell Abner Mead he was interested in seeing Mrs. Cora Merlo, when there was a knock at the door.
He said, "Come in," and rose.
It was "Ma" Brown, the plump-faced, stout woman who ran the rooming house. "Good evening, Ben," she smiled, "I just wanted to ask would you like to go on a picnic with some of the other boarders this Sunday afternoon? The women's social club I belong to is holding the picnic at Kelly's Ridge and my boarders are invited along, those who would like to go. Picnic'll begin two-thirty in the afternoon."
"Sounds very nice," he said. "A splendid excursion."
"Then you'll go with us?"
"I would like to, yes," he nodded. "Yes, I would. You can definitely include me," he assured her, and smiled. "Thank you."
"That's fine," she beamed. "I'm sure we'll all have a real nice time at the picnic. It's nice and shady and cool at Kelly's Ridge, and there'll be plenty of picnic food and refreshments to go around. Including big watermelon slices for everyone...."
After she had left, Ben returned to sit at the table and picked up the paper again. He felt in good spirits now. A Sunday afternoon picnic! If Abner Mead could arrange a meeting with Cora Merlo tomorrow in the candy store, he would ask the comely widow to go to the picnic with him! There was nothing like a picnic at which to get off to a fine start with a jolly woman like her. Asking her to a Sunday afternoon picnic was certain to gain her favor, he believed.
Ben knew he'd made his decision about Cora Merlo: that he would go over to the candy store and tell Abner Mead to "fix it" so he and she could get together tomorrow, Saturday, in the late afternoon. Abner had said she always visited her sister on Saturdays and dropped in his store every time she paid a visit to that sister.
"Abner said if I wanted to get better acquainted with her, he could fix that," Ben murmured to himself. "I hope that he can."
The merry widow had obsessed his thoughts lately, and he now wanted to get to know her better, to try finding companionship with her. There was only one way to ascertain whether she was interested in him, and that direct way was to meet her and ask her if she would care to go to that picnic on Sunday with him. That's what he was going to do, Ben nodded to himself....
CHAPTER NINE
The carnival's fun house, with its trick mirrors and zany gadgets and things, was a barrel of fun, and Gary got a kick out of Gail's squealing antics. He laughed heartily. And when an air gadget blew her mini skirt up around her waist as they were making their exit from the crazy place, he grinned and got himself an eyeful of her white, firm, rounded thighs and panty-encased crotch. The view stirred up his loins, and he knew that it was going to give him the greatest pleasure to get between those lovely legs of Gail's and give her the fucking of her life.
"Oh, what fun that all was," Gail laughed as they stepped outside of the fun house.
"Sure was," he agreed jovially. "Crazy, baby."
They laughed together over his apt term, Gail hanging onto his arm as they headed up the gay midway. She took in the festive surroundings and lively hubbub with a sprightly wave of her arm. "All of this is so darn wonderful, Gary-all the different sights, the banners and balloons, the rides, the games of chance, the sideshows, and the whole carnival atmosphere. I mean it's exciting. It's like being in a delightful world of make-believe," she bubbled.
"Yeah, this carny's great fun," he said. "Fun galore. Come on, let's go over the shooting gallery. Maybe I can win a prize for you with my shooting. I used to go deer hunting with my Dad when he was alive. He died three years ago from injuries he received when he was run over by a drunken driver while on his way home from work one evening."
"How terrible," Gail murmured, adding: "I'm sorry. Both my father and mother are dead, Gary. They were killed instantly when another car crashed into theirs as they were returning from a county fair at Barksville. I was in the car with them, but I suffered only some contusions. I was sixteen years old when it happened."
He gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. "That's rough," he said. "I lost my Dad, but you lost both your parents. I can imagine the hard blow that was to you. I'm glad you weren't killed or badly injured in the crash."
"It was a miracle that I wasn't," she smiled.
As they walked over to the shooting gallery, he couldn't help thinking what a wholly desirable girl she was-so vibrant, lushly stacked, and full of life in a way that enchanted him. She seemed to exude a wonderful warmth that made the August night seem brighter and fuller. He really liked her a great deal, he realized now.
He tried his marksmanship at the shooting gallery and managed to shoot eight bull's eyes with the .22 rifle which held nine rounds in a load. He knocked down eight ducks in a row after missing with the first shot. Determined to win a prize for Gail, he plunked down another quarter and picked up another loaded rifle. This time he scored nine direct hits and won a gay Hawaiian lei which he happily placed around Gail's neck.
"Makes me feel like a South Sea island princess," she joked, her eyes sparkling in her pleasure-flushed face.
He grinned at her. "All you need now is a hula skirt."
She laughed and swayed against him provocatively. He was tempted to kiss her glistening rose-red lips but restrained himself, as this wasn't the time and place to get amorous with her.
He slipped his arm around her waist. "Let's see the rest of this bang-up carnival, baby," he said lightly.
They roamed the crowded midway, pausing here and there to watch and listen to barkers and pitchmen rave about the wonders and thrills of their respective carny shows and attractions. They glazed at carny troupes dressed in picturesque regalia. There was Rikki, the sword swallower; Helstoz, the fire eater; Chief Sloefoot, the Indian Medicine Man; Rytha, the bearded lady; Foy, the tatooted wonder; Varraro, the knife thrower; Hillark, the wizard; Rhogg, the magnetic man; Otto, the strongman.
Gary admired the latter's powerful physique, thinking that there was a big guy who could probably master women with the greatest of ease.
Other sideshow attractions were the Mysteries of the Nile, the legendary Amazon women, Queenelka, the African priestess, Brent, the hypnotist, and Selina, the belly dancer.
"She's certainly tall," Gail murmured to him as they watched the exotic-looking, sinuous Selina perform seductively, excitingly.
"She's a tall beauty, all right," he agreed. "Built in perfect proportion to her height, I'd say. Hey, she sure can roll that belly of hers." He ogled the sleek, sensual dancer's rotating belly.
He felt Gail give him a nudge. "Retract your eyeballs before they fall out," she said dryly. "If you can pull your eyes off her flipping belly and give me your attention for a second-"
He looked at her. "You've got it," he grinned.
"Good," she grinned back. "I want to know if you think I'm built in perfect proportion to my height. I'm five-eight and she's quite a bit taller than me."
"Baby," he said easily, "you've got a figure that more than matches hers. For one thing, you're bigger in the right places than she is. You're really stacked, that's to say."
She gave him a pleased smile. Then she was leaning toward him and the perfumed scent of her burnished auburn hair was a fragrance that teased his nostrils. "I'm glad you think my figure is better than hers," she said, said, low and soft. "It's a real compliment, considering how exotically beautiful she is."
"You've got it over her, figure-wise," he said, and meant it.
They continued to roam the lively midway, getting their generous quota of fun. He bought her cotton candy which she proceeded to consume with licks of her tongue and devouring mouthfuls of the fluffy pink stuff. The carnival was in full swing, a kaleidoscope of sound and movement and color. Gay blasts of a calliope sounded above the general din.
They threw baseballs at wooden milk bottles; they tossed hoops; they flung darts at balloons; they pitched pennies-they did just about everything there was to do at a carnival in the way of fun. Gary won himself a straw hat and a stuffed teddy bear for Gail.
Then they skirted the midway as they headed over to the aerial acts area of the big carnival. He bought two bags of warm peanuts at a nearby whistling peanut vendor's truck, handed one to Gail. Moments later they joined the other spectators occupying the tiers of seats around the aerial acts arena, finding two seats in the next to the top row and sitting down.
They watched five trapeze artists, two of them shapely women in attractive tights, launch themselves into the swing of things up there in the air in the white glare of spotlights. The trapeze performers executed their flying stunts with daring, nimble, graceful ease. When they concluded their trapeze act, the three men and two women slid swiftly down the slick cables and received the spectators' applause with a showy flourish of their muscular arms.
A high wire act took place next, the tight-rope performer exhibiting his cool nerve and flawless skill smoothly as he performed on top of the wire suspended between two silvery poles.
Gail said in a hushed whisper: "Oooo, if he should lose his balance and fall-"
But the tight-rope performer finished his superb act without mishap and she sighed in relief and quickly clapped her hands. Gary grinned at her as he joined in the general applause with a few claps of his hands.
"If you think that guy was terrific," he said, "wait till you see the high dive act, where the guy dives off that hundred-foot ladder and into the water tank after the ' water's surface is set afire. They use oil or gasoline-a special fuel-to ignite the top of the water in the tank the instant the flammable liquid is touched off with a torch," he explained to her.
However, the high dive act proved even more thrilling and sensational because of a switch in the performance. Instead of the water in the tank being set afaire, the diver set himself on fire and plunged in flames from his high perch, culminating the steep dive with his splashdown in the water tank below. As he plunged into the circular tank, the water extinguished the flames whipping from his figure.
"Hey, that was really something," Gary said to wide-eyed Gail.
Finally they left the aerial acts area and headed back to the midway, Gail prancing along beside him gaily. By this time, he felt attracted to her more than ever, in a physical sense. There was a pulsing, sensuous quiver running through his rangy body. He glanced down at the two large, well-rounded breasts that stood out so exuberantly under the tightness of her beige blouse. She sure was built, all right, and he eyed her large bust, thinking what it was going to be like when he got his hands on those big breasts. They were bigger than Joan's prominent boobs, he reflected avidly.
"I don't know when I had more fun at a carnival," Gail bubbled.
"Me too," he said. "I guess we've seen just about everything there is to see at this carny," he added.
"Yes," she nodded, laughing. She flicked her tongue out over her lips. "That straw hat looks good on you," she remarked amusedly.
"It's a size too small," he chuckled, giving the hat a tap.
"It looks good on you just the same," she laughed. Then she said: "There's one thing more I'd like to do before we leave here "
"What's that?" he asked, savoring the easiness they had achieved with one another during their time together. "Go on one of the rides with you," she answered. "Sure. Which one?"
"The Ferris Wheel," she smiled.
So they went for a ride on the Ferris Wheel. She leaned against him provocatively as he put his arm around her waist to hold her close. She laughed sportively, her fun-flushed face incandescent with pleasure, when they reached the top of the lofty ascent and the big wheel came to a stop for a moment.
"It's like sitting on top of the world," she said, glancing down at the lights and people way down below on the carnival grounds. Then her eyes met his again. "Just the two of us up here with the stars...."
"Yeah," he murmured huskily, and could not resist kissing her.
He felt her quickly respond to his kiss, answering with a warm pressure that matched his own instant ardor. They kissed hungrily, hotly, and a deep sense of heady pleasure filled him as her breath mingled with his and her tongue flicked against his responsive tongue.
They continued to kiss as the Ferris wheel began its descent. He pushed his tongue in and out of Gail's mouth and cupped one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it again and again. She moaned pleasurably and clung to him, quivering against him as he kept up the kiss-and-squeeze activity.
They then broke apart and Gail said unevenly, "I must say you certainly know how to kiss-whew!"
"So do you," he told her. "I'd say we're well-matched at kissing, baby."
He kissed her a couple of more times before the Ferris wheel ride was over. From the way she kissed in reciprocation, her mouth voracious, and from the way she clutched him tightly with one hand while holding onto her stuffed teddy bear, he figured she was bound to be a real good partner at fucking. Maybe even as good a lay as Joan, he thought hopefully. He doubted that, though, considering Joanie's terrific fucking ability.
As they were leaving the carnival, Gail suddenly remarked, "I suppose you've known a lot of girls."
"I've known quite a few," he said casually.
"Have you ... er ... have you ever been in love with one of them?" she asked quickly.
"No," he said. "I almost did fall for one ... thought I had, in fact, but it turned out I was mistaken and wasn't as crazy about her as I'd thought. It wasn't real love."
"That happened to me just recently," she murmured softly. "I found out it wasn't actual love. At first I was almost sure it was, but I was mistaken like you. It was mostly wishful thinking on my part, I guess, because of my having wanted so much to fall in love with the guy."
"Just recently, huh?" he glanced at her. "In my case it was when I'd been seventeen, going on eighteen, and the girl was my first girlfriend. Yeah, it was just puppy love in my case, Gail."
"Do you believe real love can happen?"
"Sure, I believe that," he said. "It's never happened to me yet, but that don't make any difference in what I believe, which is that there must be that kind of love-since it's happened to so many other guys and girls. When and if it happens to me ... well, I'm all for it," he trailed off, surprised at himself ro having spoken his thoughts on the subject of genuine love.
"That's how I feel about it, Gary," she smiled, her grey-blue eyes showing a warm appreciation of what he had said.
When they were back in his convertible, he felt he couldn't wait to take her somewhere private and start sexing it up with her. He wanted her, was hot for her, and the promise in her eyes made him suddenly impatient to possess her lush body.
"Well find a spot where we can be all alone," he said huskily, desire a powerful force in him. "Then later I'll take you home."
"Ummm," she smiled provocatively and most alluringly at him. "Right now I don't care if I ever get home tonight." Then she looked up at the star-studded sky overhead. "It's getting really beautiful out now-"
He grinned. "I told you it would."
She laughed softly, giving him another meaningful look. "Yes, you did-a perfectly marvelous prediction come true." She snuggled against him warmly. "You were saying something about finding a spot where we can be all alone," she murmured, low and soft.
"Yeah!" he said hotly. "And I just now thought of the perfect spot!"
He stepped on the gas, made a right hand turn at the intersection and headed westward out of Twin Oaks, following the dark secondary rOad which he knew would bring them to the highway west of the town. Gail's head was resting on his shoulder and her warm thigh was pressing against his. Soon the blue convertible sped along the highway westward.
They drove on in silence for a few minutes, Gail snuggled against him warm and enticing, and the perfume she was wearing and the warmth of her lush, curvaceous body increased h i s desire for her. He felt his loins taking on a solid warmth. It was as though Gail's sexual attraction was pulling strongly at him.
Then he swung the convertible off the highway and drove down Quarry Road for a quarter of a mile.
"This is a good secluded spot," he said, breaking the silence, as he brought the car to a stop near one of the deserted stone quarries. The beautiful moon-lit night was deep was still around them. "No chance of our being disturbed by anyone here, Gail."
She sat up, looking around. "Hardly," she murmured. "I've never seen a more deserted place. This is a quarry site, isn't it?"
"A stone quarry, yeah," he nodded. "There's a couple more along this road, that's why it's called Quarry Road."
"That figures," she said with a smile.
He grinned briefly. "This spot gives us all the privacy we want, all right," he said. "There's nothing like secluded privacy, baby," he added in a sugary tone.
"It's like a virtual wilderness out here," she observed. She paused for an instant and gazed at him. "Well," she said, her voice suddenly pitched low just above a whisper, "what are you waiting for? We have the privacy and that bright moon up there makes sufficient light for us to see by, besides being inspiring."
His rangy body burning from the provocativeness and promise in her sultry voice, strong sexual want a hot force inside him, and anticipatory tremors coursing down his legs, Gary quickly wrapped his arms around her.
"Baby, we're going to get to know each other like nobody's business!" he told her huskily.
"I'm all for that," she said sultrily.
He saw her mouth opening sexually as he bent his head to kiss her. Then their mouths touched and fused together, and he felt her arms go around his neck as she kissed him back with sudden passion. As his tongue delved inside her mouth, she reciprocated with slick, darting, twisting, sliding movements of her wet tongue. He felt her shiver and tighten her arms around his neck as they French-kissed hotly.
With smooth finesse he bore down with added fervor as their tongues twined and slithered together. He prolonged the deep kissing, savoring the increased heat of her lips against his, and pressed her back against the car seat. Bringing his hand into contact with her breast, he squeezed it rhythmically in conjunction with the hot kissing of their mouths. She moaned in his mouth and trembled with passion in his strong embrace.
Pulsing moments later, he terminated the long, deep kissing and slid his lips over her warm cheek and kissed her ear. He blew into it and jabbed his tongue into it, causing her to shiver and wriggle against him. "Oooo , that gets me hot," she whispered shakily.
"I want you good and hot, baby," he whispered vibrantly, and moved his hand down and put it under her mini skirt.
"OhH-H!" she gasped sharply, as her fingers slithered under her panties and expertly penetrated her warm, moist cunt.
He moved his fingers skillfully and she uttered a slurred moan, her nostrils flaring. He felt the fleshy protrusion of her clitoris as it became immediately hard between his busy fingers. He jabbed his tongue into her ear again as he kept rubbing and manipulating the hard, erected clitoris.
"Ohhhhh-hhh!" she moaned in a rushing breath of keyed-up feeling.
Her tongue shot up from between her breath-parted lips and fluttered around the corners of his mouth as he intensified his fingering of her clitoris. Then she groaned, "Enough, Gary....I don't want to mess" up my panties and-"
"Take 'em off," he said hotly, and withdrew his fingers from inside her cunt.
He helped her to roll down her panties and take them off. Her warm legs were full in the thighs, with round dimpled knees that tapered into firm, well-rounded calves and slender ankles. She was wearing no stockings. The heated woman scent of her filled his nostrils, exciting him further.
"Oh, baby," he muttered eagerly.
He had never gone down on a girl, but suddenly now the notion was there in his head. Hot excitement gripped him and he dipped his head all the way down and kissed her exposed genitals, the desire to do even more than just kiss her there overriding all else. He heard Gail's sharp intake of breath and felt a spasm jerk her legs. "Oh, Gary!" she exclaimed.
Savoring the rich womanly smell of her cunt that was like a wondrous heady perfume flowing into his quivering nostrils right then, he nuzzled his face against her bush of pubic hair and pushed his tongue into the crack of her desirable cunt.
"Ohhh, Gary! Ohhh-ooooooh!" she whimpered pleasurably.
He had his face down in her crotch and was burrowing into her exciting genitals with his tongue. He could acutely feel Gail squirming with sudden craving for what he was doing to her. Her hands now applied a slow and steady pressure on his head as he licked her hard, erect clitoris with quick movements of his tongue. Her burning thighs tightened about his submerged face.
"Oooohh ... oooohhh ... ooooooh!" she moaned erotically.
He worked his avid lips closer and began to suck the fleshy, firm swelling of her clitoris, sending fiery shocks through the twitching girl whose hands instantly pushed down harder on his head. She uttered a deep-throated cry and began bouncing her loins against his face while he stroked his tongue back and forth over her clitoris and sucked it at the same time....
All at once as he felt her body stiffening up, growing tense, Gary twisted his head out of her grasp and raised it to look into her eyes which were dim with passion. Her face was contorted with fierce desire and she was breathing heavily, erratically. He was conscious of an inner jangling excitement he had never experienced before.
"I've got to take you now!" he said hoarsely. "I've made you good and ready!"
"God, yessss," she groaned, her whole body racked by trembling. "Now ... oh, now-take me, Gary! I can't stand it, come on!"
He pushed her low in the seat, thinking hotly that right then no other girl had ever seemed so desirable to him, not even Joan. This girl Gail was really something and fucking her was an absolute necessity to him. She was a real luscious chick! But more than that luscious body of hers was the overwhelming effect she had on him, he knew.
When she was lying under him, he fumbled briefly with his fly, pulled out his cock which was solid-hard. Man, he sure ached to possess Gail with all his virile maleness.
"Get it into me, quick," she urged passionately.
"In a second, baby...." he arched over her.
"Shit, hurry and put it in. God, do I need it!"
He felt his way, got the long, hard penis into her hair-rimmed .slit and drove down inside to the core of her clasping vagina.
"Ahhhhh," ' she moaned, pushing her belly into his, pulling him tighter against her.
They were locked together, joined in union, and he thought fleetingly how wonderful it was to have her lush, stacked, exciting body locked to his like this. He began the physical rhythm of sexual intercourse, moving his cock back and forth inside her cunt, and Gail quickly matched his firm rhthm with her own. She moaned and held him even more tightly, and the combined warmth of their welded bodies enveloped them in an intense wave of sexual heat.
"Ahhhhh ... ohhhhh!" she cried out with deep, emotional intensity in her voice. "Oh, fuck me to a faretheewell, Gary! Fuck me until I can't stand it any more!"
He jolted her in a surging tempo of seething passion, socking it to her with gusto and enjoying the great feeling of fucking an elegant chick like Gail. His rangy body crackled with sensation.
"Oooooo....uhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped in his ear and suddenly bit the rim of his earlobe.
His muscles rippled, flexed, tensed, as he continued to jolt her with hard, sure thrusts to the core of her vagina. He felt the digging of her nails in his back, and he moved faster and more forcefully against her, determined to give her the hardest fucking of her life. His surging passion was taxed to full capacity as he boffed Gail to the very best of his ability.
"Ohhhh-h! Ohhh-h! Ohhh-h!" she panted in his ear, grinding her belly against his and keeping up with his increased rhythm.
She was damn good, he thought. Just as good as Joanie. He was putting all he had into it and she was returning his unleashed zeal with her full vigor, which enabled her to match his efforts. He'd not figured she would be as good as Joan, but she sure was!
Their heated bodies moving together as one, they continued to give each other the full benefit of their accumulated coital experience. Gail moaned and clawed at his back as she ground her body against him. She was firing him to even greater effort as she turned wild, gyrating her hips and biting his ear, then his neck, then his shoulder with nips of her teeth. She possessed astonishing strength as she returned pressure for pressure.
"Baby," he gasped, "you're too much! Damn, you're really terrific!"
She was out-doing Joan, he thought hotly. He kept ramming his tool all the way in with long, hard, faster strokes, a gust of heady emotion filling his throat. He had never known that he could feel such power, such possessiveness, such zeal. Gail was fantastically good, a magnificent lay, without question. She had him fucking with a fierceness that required every 'ounce of his straining energy.
The thrilling peak of their tumultuous passion was reached at last, and they were both consumed in an overwhelming, throbbing finish. He felt Gail's torso arch upward against his, felt the clenching of her body as his hard-driving cock embedded itself deeply inside her, then felt the flooding of her cavern as Gail's orgasmic fluid gushed out around his cock a fraction of an instant before he shot his load in there.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Ohhh-HHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy.
She shuddered and shook under him, biting down on his shoulder, and he held her securely with the rigid strength of his locking arms and legs until his climax was over. Then he relaxed with a heavy sigh of contentment.
He lay quietly on top of Gail for a minute, catching his breath. Then he lifted his body away from the supine girl.
"You're sensational, Gail," he said after a moment, looking at her. "I never had as good a fuck with any other chick. Compared to you, all the chicks I've known are nothing now. You're the best, baby."
She stirred, sighing deeply. "All I know is that I feel good and satisfied ... mmmmmmm."
He drew a deep breath, feeling filled with his own satisfaction. Satisfaction that was tinged with wonder. He couldn't get over how great she'd been for him. She'd really been the absolute best, ever, surpassing Joan. What's more, he had felt something bigger and better than anything he'd felt during sexual Intercourse with Joan. Fucking with Gail had made him come alive with such vibrant feeling and driving energy, turned him into a human dynamo ... Her fierceness, her passionate strength and sexual ability, had eclipsed Joanie's lovemaking.
Gail sat up and smiled at him sweetly. She brushed her hair back away from her face with her hand. "You socked it to me so good and hard," she murmured softly. "It was the best for me, too, I mean to say...." She touched his arm, smiling into his eyes.
What had happened to him through possessing her full-blown, wonderful body made him definitely regard her in a new way now, for she had changed his feelings concerning Joan. He knew that It meant he would have to define his feelings toward Gail and Joan.
He remembered then that he had a date with Joan for tomorrow night, Saturday, and he decided to put off defining those feelings until after that date with Joan so he could be sure of how he now felt about her. He wanted to be really sure, before choosing between her and Gail.
CHAPTER TEN
Gail arose late that Saturday morning after a pleasant sleep during which she'd dreamed of Roy Ebart and of Gary Merlo, whom she had been out with last night. She yawned and pushed her fingers through her sleep-disarranged hair, then she smiled as memory of Gary's lovemaking flowed into her mind. And remembering the thrills of that exciting lovemaking was enough to cause her large breasts to tauten and send a shiver of pleasure down the length of her body.
It had been so good, she thought pleasurably. Every movement of their bodies, every hugging embrace! Gary had been more than a match for her and certainly assuaged her needs in a truly terrific way. God, how she'd enjoyed his fucking of her eager body-time had had no meaning and she'd been aware of nothing except Gary and his hard-driving cock. Her head had throbbed with excitement. She had never experienced such a wild passion; Gary had really worked her up to the ultimate endeavor, ignited her whole being with a consuming flame.
Yes, sexual intercourse with Gary had been so much better than with Roy Ebart, she reflected with keen satisfaction. She recalled the resilience and strength within her that she hadn't known she possessed. Especially the strength-a wild driving force that had met the challenge of Gary's surging energy and made is seem they were trying to outdo each other.
One thing she was certain of: she liked Gary even more than she had liked Roy-much more. Gary was very comfortable to be with, in addition to being exciting and energetic. He was a person who made her feel she'd known him a lifetime.
Was he thinking about her too, she wondered. Was he looking forward to their next date as much as she was? She hoped he was.
She moaned softly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing how much she wanted again to be with Gary, how much she wanted again to give herself to him with complete, joyful abandon. A pure sensation of utter yearning came over her as she had never known before, and she knew she was suddenly hoping with all her heart that they would fall in love with each other. There wasn't anything she desired more, because of the wonderful fact that they were perfectly mated, perfectly matched.
Sighing warmly, she took a quick shower and then went about preparing her breakfast. Eileen had left a note saying that she'd gone to the cleaners to pick up a dress she'd planned on wearing for her Saturday night date with Kirk. It was a low-cut, flowery dress which Eileen had said Kirk liked on her best.
Gail ate the appetizing bacon and eggs and thought some more about Gary Merlo, liking him more and more. She wished she didn't have to wait until next Wednesday night to see him again, but that was when they would be having their next date. He had chosen Wednesday night for their second date, saying that he couldn't see her sooner than that, and she'd agreed to see him then even though she had wanted to have that second date with him tonight. It meant she would be spending a Saturday night alone by herself, but she thought she could bear it.
She finished washing the breakfast dishes and tidying the kitchen, then she went into the bedroom and took off her housecoat. She began to get dressed, humming softly and imbued with a deep sense of well-being.
In the midst of dressing, the telephone suddenly began ringing and she turned and went out into the living room to answer it, wondering who it could be.
It was Clive Kline on the other end of the line. "Hello, Gail. How have you been? I had been sort of hoping that perhaps I would hear from you since my last phone call. I ran into Roy Ebart the other day and he told me about having gone out with you for a while. It explained why you'd stopped seeing me."
Clive paused, then quickly said: "It's all right about you and Roy having gone out together, Gail....I didn't have any claim on you. And it doesn't change the way I still feel about you. I want you to know that."
"I guess you hate Roy, though," she murmured into the phone, "for taking me away from you."
"I dislike him now, yes. What a friend he turned out to be," Clive said with some bitterness in his voice. "I could've punched him in the face after he told me about you and him. I don't know why I didn't. Though I suppose my not hitting him was because of the fact I had no claim on you," he added.
"I'm glad you didn't have a fight with him because of what's happened since you introduced him to me at that dance we'd gone to. I mean I had as much to do with it as him-I was attracted to him and wanted to date him and I did. I saw no reason why I shouldn't go out with him, as you and I weren't engaged or anything like that, Clive," she told him firmly.
"I said it was all right," he rejoined.
"I went with Roy for three weeks. Then we parted company."
"He told me that. It's why I decided to call you up again. As a matter-of-fact, I phoned last night about a quarter past eight, but there was no answer."
"Both Eileen and I were out," she said simply.
"Gail, I'd like to take you to dinner this evening and then we could go someplace to dance," Clive said. "How about it?"
She considered swiftly. Spending the evening with him would be better than staying home by herself and watching television. Too, going out tonight with Clive would enable her to make up her mind about him for certain. For damn sure, she thought.
She said, "All right, Clive."
"I'll pick you up at seven," he said, sounding pleased.
"I'll be ready," she said, and hung up.
She returned to the bedroom to finish dressing and a moment later heard Eileen get back from the cleaners. She ran a comb through her hair and turned as Eileen came into the bedroom to hang up the fresh, bright, low-cut flowery dress.
Eileen gave her a smile. "You were sleeping with a happy look on your face when I left for the cleaners a half hour ago," she said. "You must have enjoyed a good time last night with your new date."
"I had a marvelous time," she laughed. "Gary was fun to be with. He's so likeable. The two of us had a perfect time together. I loved every perfect time together. I loved every perfect minute!" she declared.
Eileen pursed her lips. "First time you've ever used that word to describe a date-'perfect'-so there must be something about him," she said wisely. "Did you screw with him?"
Gail answered bluntly: "Yes. I needed to and I did. And it was perfect," she added, with a toss of her head.
"There's that word again," Eileen smiled. "He must have really gotten to you. I take it you're seeing him again tonight."
"No. My next date with him is for Wednesday night. I ... ex....I am going out with Clive tonight. He called up a few minutes ago and asked me to spend the evening with him-a dinner and dance date-and I decided I would." ril' rlqanroi
"Clive Kline again? I'd thought it was all over between you and him after you'd started going out with his friend Roy...."
"I'm seeing Clive again so that I can make up my mind about him." Gail moistened her lips. "I'd been keeping him dangling because I needed to determine whether or not I should break off with him. He's in love with me...." her voice faded off.
Eileen looked steadily into her eyes. "Don't hang onto him just because he's in love with you, Gail. It would be unfair to him and a mistake on your part. If you really feel there's little or no chance of your falling in love with Clive, break off with him," she advised.
Gail thought that over for a moment. "After last night with wonderful Gary, I don't feel there is much chance of my falling in love with Clive," she admitted. "But I want to be really sure, Eileen, and I'm positive that after I see him tonight I will be really sure."
Eileen shrugged. "In that case, maybe you do need to set yourself straight about him."
Gail turned back to the dresser mirror. "Since I won't be seeing Gary until next Wednesday night, tonight's a good time to set myself straight about Clive," she stated.
"How come you and your new fellow ... Gary....didn't make your next date for tonight instead of for Wednesday?" Eileen asked then.
"I'd wanted to, but he said he couldn't see me until next Wednesday," she explained, primping her bouffant hairdo.
"Getting back to Clive, you've never had sex with him, so I take it you intend to have sex with him tonight, right?"
Gail nodded. "Right. I've got to if I'm to make up my mind about him." She glanced at her best friend. "I'm following your advice-you know, that the only way to find out if a guy and I are sexually suited to each other is by screwing with him."
Eileen gave her a big smile. "That's good, honey. I'm glad you realize how necessary it is to find" that out. The proper partner can lead to love. It makes me happy to know you've smartened up about sex, Gail."
"Thanks to your advice," she said warmly.
Eileen stepped over and patted her on the arm. "You're my dearest friend, honey."
"And you're mine," Gail smiled.
Eileen gave her another pat. Then she said, "When it comes to sex, experience is the best teacher. And the more experienced you get, the greater happiness you'll achieve with the right guy."
"I couldn't be made any happier than I was last night," Gail rejoined buoyantly. "Oh, Gary was a perfect partner!"
"Maybe you've finally found the right guy, honey. It sure sounds like it to me, they way you rave over him. Well, if he is and you marry him, you'll both always make yourselves happy in bed and that means everything."
"Amen to that, Eileen."
"If you feel so strongly about Gary, I don't know why you still have to make up your mind about Clive Kline."
"I told you I want to be really sure if I should break off with Clive. Anyway, whether or not I decide to break off with him after tonight, at least going out with him tonight is better than having no date for tonight."
"That's so," Eileen smiled. "It's being practical. Well, if Clive doesn't measure up to Gary, hell have one consolation....."
"What's that?"
"If you break off with Clive after tonight, he will at least have gotten to lay you." Eileen's smile widened. "Its a fair exchange, too, for his taking you dining and dancing when otherwise you would have had no date for tonight, especially with it being a Saturday night."
Gail smiled. "Well, I am mainly going out with him so that I can make up my mind about him, like I said." Eric Tempral was sauntering along Gaynor Street on his way to Jay's Pizzeria, where he hoped to maybe run into Carla Alvarez there-he'd made out so fucking good with her two weeks ago that he now wanted another fucking bout with her-when he suddenly saw Joan Giggs walk out of a dress shop across the street. Her blonde hair shimmered in the bright afternoon sunlight. He looked at her with swift interest coupled with sudden sharp desire.
"Hey, Joan," he called and flashed a grin at her when she turned her head and saw him. He was remembering a choice bit of news his buddy Marv had imparted to him last night when he'd met Marv at Halfty's Poolroom for their usual Friday night pool-shooting. "Joan, wait ... I want to talk to you for a minute...."
She paused on the sidewalk as he crossed the street to go over to her. She looked prettier than ever, looked real sexy, Eric thought hotly. They knew each other only slightly, but that fact did not faze him one bit as he approached her. He'd had a big yen for the stacked blonde doll from the first time he'd seen her with Gary Merlo, had coveted her charms in lustful desire, and now that big yen was back upon seeing her again. What luck to have run into her, he exulted to himself. Hot damn!
"Hiya, Joan," he said with casual familiarity, grinning widely as he stopped in front of her, looking into her bright blue eyes.
As much as he'd wanted to get next to this lush babe before, he hadn't dared to try taking her away from Gary, but now after Marv's having told him last night that Gary had driven past the poolroom with a new broad in the blue convertible, which could only mean that Gary and Joan had split ... well, it was a new ball-game!
"Hello," she said with a cool smile. "I'm in a sort of a hurry. You're the fellow who works in that car-wash place on the boulevard; ... Eric....
"Yeah," he nodded. "Eric Tempral. And I'm not just a worker there, I'm part owner of the place," he told her importantly.
"Oh?" she said, looking impressed. "How nice, Eric."
"I can take off almost whenever I want, because of my being part owner," he couldn't resist adding. "Like today, for instance....I was about to take the rest of the afternoon off. Of course, I can't do that every Saturday, as the place is real busy on most Saturdays."
"That's very nice," Joan smiled. "Er....I am in a hurry to get home. It's nearly four o'clock and I have quite a few things to do yet....Just what is it you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
He flashed another grin at her. "It's about you and me, Joan," he said easily. "Those couple of times you were with Gary when he brought in his convertible to be washed, you acted as if you thought I'm a pretty likeable guy when I cracked some jokes with you and Gary. You sure laughed at my jokes and said I sounded like a groovy stud...."
"Well, your jokes were very funny, especially the one you told about pizza pie," Joan said quickly. "But what's your being a likeable guy got to do about you and me?"
He gave her an amorous look. "I like you a helluva lot, Joan," he said smoothly. "I really go for you. Now that you and Gary have split, I figured maybe we could go out with each other. I can show you good times-"
She cut him off. "What did you say....?" she spoke swiftly, a sudden expression of astonishment showing on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have a date with Gary for tonight; he and I haven't split."
Eric gaped at her. "You ain't? But he was out with some other girl last night," he said, flustered. "I figured you'd stopped being his chick, Joan."
She stared at him, her eyes quickly narrowing to slits. "You saw Gary with another girl last night?" she demanded to know.
"Well, no, it wasn't me who saw them. A buddy of mine did-Marv Boyd, who knows you by sight from having sometimes seen you and Gary around together. Marv told me he saw them. He said he saw Gary drive by with this other girl and that she was cuddling up to him...."
Joan's face tightened. "He could've been mistaken about it having been Gary. It could've been a fellow who resembles Gary."
"It was Gary, all right. Marv was positive about that, Joan."
"What time last night?" she asked then.
"Marv saw them at about a quarter after eight, just a few minutes before I met him." Eric rubbed his chin. "Naturally, when he told me about Gary's having latched onto a new dame, what was I to think but that you and him have split. Listen, Joan," he said carefully, "I would never two-time you if you was supposed to be my chick. The hell with that two-timing Gary. I can show you real good times if you go out with me, become my chick. I'll take you to nightspots like the Band Box and the Cool Villa. We can really live it up, you and me ... what do you say, Joan? I'll show you what a real groovy guy I can be!"
She gave a little shake of her head. "You'll have to give me time to think about it, Eric," she said in a low voice.
"Why do you need to have time to think about it? Don't tell me you're still interested in Gary after what I told you? I want to take you out tonight. Well go to the Band Box...."
"I have a date with Gary tonight," she said flatly. "I'm going to keep it. Now, I have to be going, Eric."
She started to move past him, but he quickly blocked her way. "Wait," he said urgently. "When will you give me your answer about going out with me? How about giving me your phone number so I can call you up tomorrow-"
"No," she said coolly. "I'm really not interested in going out with anyone but Gary," she informed him now.
"Even though he's a two-timing fuck?" Eric shot back, netded.
A flush suffused the blonde girl's face. Her lips tightened. "Let me by," she said thinly.
"Okay, okay," he said. "Just remember what I said about the great times we can have if you ditch Gary and go out with me. Just remember how much I go for you. I'd do anything for you, Joan, remember that." He stood aside then. "So long," he said tightly.
"So long," she said low, walking quickly past him.
He looked after her, scowling. Damn it to hell, he thought angrily. He'd been so sure she and Gary had split, so confident of getting next to her. Oh, damn it to hell. Damn that Gary. He hated Gary Merlo right then.
He remembered what Marv Boyd had said about Gary last night ... "I don't like Gary," Marv said, glowering. "I just don't like him at all, Eric."
"Yeah, I noticed you don't, Marv."
"Damn right I don't. Gary's a guy I could sure hate."
"Beats me why, ol' buddy. Gary's okay...."
And now he shared Marv's dislike for Gary, to the pont of actually hating him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Resolved to find out for certain whether or not she could yet fall in love with Clive, Gail went out with him that Saturday evening with one object in mind-to have sexual relations with him. She felt that only in that way, through engaging in sexual intimacy with Clive, would she be able to make up her mind about him. She didn't think Clive could compete with Gary, could excite her the way Gary had, but she wanted to be positive. Too, she was interested in seeing if she could feel the same sexual excitement with him that she had felt with Roy Ebart and with Gary when fucking with them.
One thing soon became more and more evident to Gail as their date wore on. She was finding Clive rather dull. She could look at him and listen to him and feel nothing, no romantic feelings about him, no illusions. He was simply uninteresting and dull. Even dancing with him became quickly monotonous, humdrum.
Shit, she thought, being with Clive tonight was worse than joyless. It was suddenly boredom. Clive had none of Gary's exciting qualities. He would never supplant Gary in her heart, she knew now.
As the evening wore on, she became more and more certain that her feelings for Gary Merlo were right, so right. He was the guy she wanted more than she'd ever wanted anybody in her life ... Gary! Her mind turned hungrily to recollection of Gary's exciting embraces that would be hers again next Wednesday night. She felt her blood rising and heating in her, and she broke off her thoughts abruptly.
Was it possible, Gail wondered, that she'd fallen in love with Gary? Was she at last in love?
Impatience began to work on her; she suddenly wanted to be rid of Clive, to have their date over and done with.
"I feel as though I'm about to get a slight headache," she told him finally. "I'd rather not continue dancing."
Clive was properly solicitous. "Of course, Gail. We've danced most of the evening anyway." He led her off the crowded dance floor. "We'll leave," he said. "The air outside will make you feel better quickly."
She went out with him to the car. The night air was refreshing indeed after the smoky, stale air in the dance-hall, she thought, filling her lungs with the fresh air.
They got in the dark sedan, and Clive suddenly kissed her. His kiss was gentle, a light pressure against her lips, and she accepted it passively. What an unexciting kiss, she thought.
"We'll drive down to the river and park for awhile," he said after the kiss. "It'll be nice and cool there."
"Well...." she hesitated. Since he was dull and uninteresting to her now, she saw no reason for permitting her platonic relationship with Clive to go any further. She really wanted to be taken directly home. "Well, all right, for just a little while," she said, upon swiftly reflecting that she would not be seeing him anymore after tonight, so she could endure his dull company a while longer.
They drove in silence the short distance to the river. A small cabin cruiser was moving up the middle of the moon-lit, placid river, its tiny traveling lights winking.
Clive parked and said, "That full moon over the river should put us in the right 'moon mood', Gail."
He quickly. placed his arms around her, his lips capturing hers, and she responded this time, kissing him back. She would let herself neck with him for a little while and then request that he take her home, Gail told herself. And that would be that with Clive-finis.
They necked, and to her surprise Clive's kisses abruptly ceased to be gentle and chaste, his lips all at once assaulting hers in a grinding, demanding kiss that forced her lips apart. The next moment she felt his tongue darting in and out between her lips.
Oh, she though in astonishment as she became subsequently aware of the tight pressure of his suddenly squeezing arms as he clamped her to him and shoved his tongue full into her mouth.
This was a Clive that she had not known before at all. He crushed his lips into her mouth, his plundering tongue making her breath clog in her throat. He was hurting her with his bruising kiss and squeezing arms, she realized painfully.
When he finally released her mouth, she sucked in a shuddering breath. His eyes were sharp and hot now, she saw.
"I want you, Gail," he said heavily. "I've never wanted a girl like I want you."
Before she could manage to speak, his hands darted around to the front of her dress and cupped her breasts with a firm pressure. He squeezed them hard enough to make her gasp.
"I'm going to have you, Gail," he muttered. "Do you understand ... I'm going to have you, here and now!" His hands squeezed harder.
She stared at him wide-eyed, taken aback by his aggressiveness and fierce determination. It was so unlike Clive to act in such a forceful manner. What had brought about this sudden startling change in him? "You're hurting my breasts," she gasped.
He relented. "It's just that I want you so much," he said. "Let's get in the back seat. More room back there."
"You're ... you're so different all of a sudden," she murmured.
"I feel different," he said tensely. "Let's go in the back."
She was suddenly a little afraid of him. "All right," she agreed, intimidated by the tight, tense expression on his face.
"No objections?" Clive burst out then, sharply.
"No," she said. God, he sure was keyed-up, all right.
They switched to the back seat, and she took off her panties and started to lay back, but he caught her by the arm. "Take off your dress and brassiere, too," he said, his voice sharp with raw emotion. "I want you naked, Gail."
Without a word, she pulled off her dress and removed her bra. Clive licked his lips as he ogled her nakedness. "You're beautiful, really beautiful, Gail," he muttered.
She kicked off her shoes, then she lay back on the seat and Clive fell quickly to her lush, full-blown body, kissing her mouth and fondling her large breasts. She put her arms around him and opened her mouth passionately, thinking that since she was going to be fucked by him she might as well respond fully and enjoy it. She gave him a wet, hot, tongue-filled kiss as she felt the deep thrust of his penis unite their bodies.
Clive pressed harder against her, and she tightened her arms around him and worked quickly with him, meeting thrust for thrust. She felt her passion rise. It felt good just to be fucking....
Clive pulled his mouth off hers and said hotly, "What a fool I've been to have waited. I should've done this before Roy Ebart spoiled things between us." His hands gripped her tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Because I was a gentleman, Roy got to you first ... what a chump I was!"
So that accounted for the marked change in him, Gail thought-he knew she'd been sexually intimate with Roy Ebart. Oh, what a sonofabitch Roy Ebart was, telling Clive!
"But now I'm getting what's due me, what I should've got instead of Roy," Clive hissed, his broad face twisted with bitterness and lust. "Now I'm having you, Gail!"
His hot mouth ground on hers again and he resumed fucking her with a fierceness that quickly had her gasping for breath. Clive was hurting her painfully with his savagery.
"How does it feel?" he grated. "Am I as good as Roy Ebart? He bragged about how good he was, how you'd enjoyed his having you, how he'd boffed you but good ... Was it better than this? Was it?"
He redoubled his efforts, and Gail moaned and gritted her teeth and pushed back at him, putting all her strength and energy into play. She shut her eyes tightly and fought his bruising fierceness with every ounce of her moving body. She felt scant pleasure now. Clive seemed intent on punishing her body rather than on pleasing her.
"I rate this," she heard him mutter, "I rate this for the time and money I've spent on you. What a fool I was about you ... what a chump, letting myself get serious about a girl who's an easy pushover for a wolf like Roy Ebart! When I think of how I'd adored you and believed I had at last found the perfect girl..of how I'd respected you, thinking you were the kind of girl who wouldn't give up her virginity until marriage ... Oh, have I been had!"
Gail opened her eyes briefly and looked at his contorted face, then she clamped her eyes shut again. She didn't care a damn what his feelings for her now were. She forced her body into his, and churned her belly, wanting to bring him to climax and end the painful fucking he was giving her. She couldn't even feel hate for him. If anything, it was more like pity, she reflected.
He surged against her hurting body mercilessly, squeezing her cruelly with his arms, and she gritted her teeth harder. His ramming cock jolted her center with continuous shocks of assaulting force. She dug her nails into his back as hard as she could.
Then she heard the hissing intake of Clive's breath, and the next instant felt him go into a wild frenzy, lunging against her and biting her shoulder, plunging his enlarged penis into her vagina up to the hilt. Then his body was shuddering against hers, and she felt the hot sperm ejaculating into her cunt. A convulsive shiver went through her.
Clive sighed heavily and became limp on top of her. She opened her eyes and then quickly closed them to avoid looking into his eyes as he raised his head.
"I hope I proved I'm just as good as Roy," he said slowly. "Well?"
She was too exhausted to say anything, too busy recovering her energy. Besides, she didn't care to answer him.
She felt him leave her and she opened her eyes and watched him put away his deflated cock, zipper up his trousers. She knew she never wanted to lay eyes on him again after tonight.
He glanced at her, uncertainly, wetting his lips with his tongue. "Gail, I wish the hell you hadn't given yourself to Roy Ebart," he muttered darkly. "I didn't have any claim on you, but you knew how I felt about you...." He paused. "What I'm trying to say-"
"Shit, say it," she shrugged indifferently.
Clive flushed. "What I said over the phone to you this afternoon, about what happened between you and Roy not changing the way I feel about you-"
"So?" She sat up and drew a deep breath that lifted her breasts high, her naked body glistening with sweat in the moonlight shining through the car's back windows.
"I know now it has changed my feelings for you, Gail."
She felt a vast relief. "All right," she said, reaching down for her clothes on the floor. "I understand, Clive."
She flinched in pain as she put on her bra and panties. Her ribs were sore, her breasts ached a little, and her loins hurt from the vise-like pressures Clive's arms, hands, and legs had exerted on her body and the violence with which he had fucked her.
But it didn't matter, she thought-the pain would soon be gone, and it was worth it to know that Clive would be out of her life after he took her home. Thank heaven.
All that mattered to her was next Wednesday night when she and wonderful, witty Gary Merlo would be together again. She wanted Gary more than ever, and she now was quite sure all of a sudden that she was in love with Gary.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A few miles away from the river, Gary was parked on Quarry Road with Joan Giggs, and he was in the midst of petting heavily with her prior to getting around to fucking her. Joan's blouse was hanging open, her bra was pushed up around her neck, her micromini skirt was bunched about her waist, and her panties lay discarded on the car floor. She was sighing and moaning as he sucked on her breasts, transferring his avid mouth from one tit to the other, and her hand was clasping his erect cock which was sticking up out of his opened fly. His own hand was down between her thighs, and in conjunction with his sucking of her tits he was moving his middle finger around her tiny, erect clitoris, teasing it.
"Ohhh ... ahhhh, Gary ... mmmmmm," Joanmoaned, and her hand clutched his cock more tightly. "Bite on my nipples with your teeth-" She squirmed her body against him, pushing as close as she possibly could to him. "Ahhhhh.-.ooooooh!" she moaned vibrantly.
Presently he raised his head and claimed her lips with his, kissing her hard and forcing her lips apart with a quick, expert twist of his lips. Their tongues quickly became engaged in the thrust and parry of increasing ardor. Joan's breath mingled body with his own as they french-kissed for a long, long moment. The clear, moonlit night was deeply quiet around them, a serene hush that seemed to magnify the excitement they were sharing together.
Breathing deeply, Gary broke off the lengthy kiss. Joan's eyes were dim with desire and she stared at him sexily, awaiting his next move. His finger was still inside her cunt, and he now withdrew it, knowing it was time he began nicking her because he was in a state where he had to take her without further delay, his erect cock aching painfully.
Looking at Joan, he could see she wanted him just as bad. He could even feel her need through the flexing of her fingers around his big, swollen, stiff penis.
"Let's get with it, Joanie," he said. "Let's fuck."
Joan then straddled him, sitting back on his knees and peering down at his upright organ. And then she raised herself above his lap and lowered her loins slowly, spreading her thighs a little more to widen the crack of her cunt as she came down on his male" tool. He eased It up Into her as she descended, his arms going around her back. She lowered herself on him fully, and involuntary quivers coursed through him as the full length of his cock was encased in the moist, warm, snugness of Joan's vagina. He felt the tightening of her vaginal walls as she clasped him quickly, and he drew her up tight against him, his body athrob with spiralling sensation. Her warmth was like a cloud swirling over him.
"Oh, lov-ve," Joan sighed, and began moving up and down on his sensitive shaft.
Her breasts lifted and fell with her up-down movements, and Gary caught one luscious nipple in his mouth. He was drawing the full amount of thick sensation from her fucking of his cock, and he knew that his mounting desire had nothing at all to do with love. He just wanted to enjoy himself with Joan, thinking of her only as a pretty female and willing sex partner-just an object with which to gratify his sex urge right now. He just wanted her body because it was available to him once more and he might as well make the most of it, he told himself.
For he realized she could never mean anything more to him than just a good lay, just a girl to screw as long as she was around. He admired her blonde beauty and liked her roguishness, but he didn't love her. He didn't feel any love for her. He knew that now for sure.
He rotated his tongue around Joan's pointy, corrugated nipple as the blonde girl bobbed against him. She was in control, the initiative hers, and she was driving him hard, her face flushed with heat and animated with pleasure mingled with possessive desire. He was in her solidly and each movement of her active body raked him with ever-mounting excitement.
Then Joan was moving faster and faster, raising her nimble hips until they were almost separated, then plunging downward, and he had all he could do to hold onto her rapidly bobbing body. She began making small throaty sound, garbled moans, and he felt her cunt tighten even more securely around his cock. Joan was now in full stride with the full force of her driving passion unleashed, and he knew she was in her glory because of being in control like this.
"Ahhhh-ooohahhhuuggmffoohhhh-oooh," she garbled passionately.
Spasms of excitement rippled through him, and he gasped uncontrollably and groaned deep in his throat as he clutched at Joan with his fingers. He felt engulfed by her overwhelming passion.
"Christ," he uttered, passion-pressed.
Joan pressed against him, her knowledgeable hips jogging with more bounce and accelerated pace, and Gary sensed she was about to explode all over him. Feverishly he dug his fingers into her satiny back just below her shoulder blades. He could feel the hot, hard length of his prick begin to throb wildly inside her, and knew he was very close to coming. Joan was thrusting fiercely down on him.
Then Joan let out a short, strangled scream and exploded her peaked passion, and Gary shuddered along with her as he felt her boiling release gush out over his throbbing penis. Excitement washed over h i m like a tidal wave, and the next instant his sperm shot forth to Joan.
Then Joan let out a short, strangled scream and exploded her peaked passion, and Gary shuddered along with her as he felt her boiling release gush out over his throbbing penis. Excitement washed over him like a tidal wave, and the next instant his sperm shot forth to Joan. She quaked on his lap, her mouth open and her nostrils flaring wide, and then she collapsed against him with a whooshing sigh, completely spent. His own energy depleted, he expelled a heavy grunt of male satisfaction.
When they recovered from the tempestuous fucking, Joan was the first to speak, saying, "Oh, I enjoyed doing it this position. It felt marvelous having some control over you for a change, honey."
"Baby, you were in the driver's seat all the way," he said laconically.
"Well, it was just grand," she rejoined with a smile.
Her eyes looking owlishly into his, she fitted her warm lips to his, kissing him slowly, her tongue searching. His response was there, his tongue flicking against hers and pressing. And then Joan closed her teeth and lips gently on his tongue, holding it within the warmth of her mouth for a long moment. He trailed his hands down her back until they were cupping the smooth-skinned ovals of her buttocks.
"Oh, Gary ... honey...." Joan said passionately after she had released his tongue and pulled her mouth away from his. "Oh, we are really great together, Gary. I want to be your only girl and love only you. I've been trying my darnedest to make you see I'm the only girl who's able to make you really happy in the ways that count. Surely you must see that by now, honey ... that no other girl can compare to me! We're so good for each other, and I want it to be for keeps with us. Tell me you want that too, honey!"
She squirmed her body against him, kissing him again, her tongue tangling with his. He tried to pull back his head and break the passionate kiss, but Joan held him tighter, her arms clamping around his neck. She writhed against him aggressively, as though to convince him that he belonged to her only.
Then she was suddenly leaning back and looking at him, smiling and sure of herself. "Let's get engaged, Gary," she said sultrily. "There's no need for us to wait till October ... let's get engaged now and we can get married when you're twenty-one, honey. Okay?"
He drew a deep, steadying breath before he answered. Then he said quietly, "No, Joanie. I'm not ready to get serious yet ... I told you last month that I'm not getting serious about any chick till I'm twenty-one," he added evasively, unable to bring himself to tell her right then that he wasn't planning on a permanent relationship with her. "Look, Joan, I think we both should have dates with others in the meantime...."
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Like you did last night?" she said thinly. "You were out with another girl last night, I know."
He was surprised. "How the hell do you know that?" he asked.
"Someone saw you and her together in town," Joan stated, looking at him closely, "and I was told about it. She was cuddling up to you when both of you were seen together, Gary-did you make love to her last night; did you lay her?" Joan demanded, her eyes now hot with jealousy.
"So what if I did?" he retorted. "Sure, I laid her. She wanted to be fucked and I fucked her."
Joan's eyes were bright and burning. "All right! Are you going to see her again?"
"Maybe," he said.
"You are," Joan said accusingly. "Who is she? Oh, if I had her here this minute I'd pound her ass and pull her hair out!"
"Stop acting so damn jealous," he snapped. "You ain't got a claim on me, baby. I keep trying to tell you that. We don't have a claim on each other. We're both free to go out with whoever we want. That's been our understanding all along, remember?"
She pressed herself against him once more. "Oh honey...." she spoke in a wheedling tone now. "I don't want to go out with anyone else ... just with you. Listen, what's that girl got to give you? She can't compare to me. She couldn't be half as good...."
He checked the urge to tell her that 'that girl' was a better lay than her. Fucking with Gail Linn had made him feel something bigger and better than anything he'd ever felt screwing with Joanie. It had been tops with Gail.
Moreover, he knew that Gail had affected him like no other girl-not even Joan-ever had. He'd felt last night that Gail was the best thing to happen to him, and he still felt that way now.
Joan talked on and kept pressing tightly against him, her eyes entreating and a sexy huskiness in her voice. "'Forget that chick, Gary, don't see her again. She won't give you as much fun as me. Sure, I'm jealous ... 'cause of my wanting you to be strictly my guy. I could tear her hair out and pound her ass and blacken her eyes, that's how I feel about her being out with you last night. The bitch-"Joan's eyes flashed. "The damn cunt!"
"Shut up, Joanie," he said. "Quit with the name-calling, huh?" To himself he thought: look who's calling who a cunt ... Why, compared to her, Gail's an angel. Yeah, Joan was the sexpot, all right.
"She is a damn cunt," Joan repeated the derogatory term. "What's her damn name? Were you ever out with her before?"
"Last night was the first time," he answered. "She's not a local chick, lives in Twin Oaks. Her name's Gail."
"What's her last name?"
"I don't know," he lied.
Joan stared owlishly into his eyes. "It was probably a pick-up, right? She picked you up, didn't she? The damn cunt."
"Knock it off!" he snapped, suddenly angry with her.
She looked at him with blazing eyes. Then in a quick movement she got off his lap. The next moment her head swooped down and her hot mouth closed quickly over his penis. His blood jumped.
"Joan...." he murmured huskily, placing his hands on her head, his anger melting, his cock swelling in her mouth.
Joan kept it in her mouth for a moment or two, her tongue running around the thick round head of his quivering cock, licking and teasing it and making it swell in her hot mouth to even greater size, and Gary shivered and tensed with tingling thrills.
Then Joan let go of it and looked up at him. "I'll bet that chick didn't do this to you last night," she said hotly.
"No," he said. "She didn't...."
"Do you think she would do it? You think she'd do it even if you asked her to? And if she did, it wouldn't be as good as I can do it. You know how real good I am at it," Joan stated sexily. "I like it and will do it whenever you want, anytime at all. That cunt is not your kind of chick, honey. You know you'll always have the most fun with me!"
All he knew right now was that he was hot all over and wanted Joan to resume mouthing his erect, hard cock. He murmured huskily, "You're real good at it, yeah, baby. It's been a long time since you blew me last." He pushed down on her head. "Go on...."
Her lips skimmed the round thickness of his tool. "My blowing you proves I love you, Gary," she whispered, and her mouth opened wide and he was enclosed again. "Ummmmmm," she breathed sexily.
All it proved, Gary thought, was that Joan loved cock.
He gave himself up to the searing sensations of her lips and tongue, avidly watching the top of her blonde head bobbing nicely. Her talented tongue rolling and diving, her mouth took more and more of his penis inside, moving down the shaft, and the thrills multiplied within him. He groaned with pleasure.
Joan slid her lips down about halfway, then back off, caressing the hard length of his organ until it was stimulated into its fullest size, jutting like a cudgel. Now her encircling lips pressed tightly against the big head of it, and Gary felt the exciting suction of her mouth. She was well experienced at it and all of his feeling was sucked down to her active mouth.
"Don't stop, baby," he groaned, twining his fingers in her blonde hair. "Keep doing it just like that...."
Joan did, vigorously, and it was almost unbearable, every nerve ending in Gary's rangy body felt like a live wire. He pressed Joan's head down lower. He had no thoughts, was mindless with acute pleasure. It got better and better, and then he was balanced on the brink of eruption.
"Ahhh-h, baby!" he gasped tensely, gripping Joan's head.
Now! His hips jerked upward, his hands pushed downward, and Joan's lips were suddenly around the base of his penis and he was shooting directly down her throat. "Uuuunnnnhh!" he groaned as he shot the load down Joan's gullet, and he shuddered uncontrollably. He could feel Joan gulping convulsively as fast as she could....
Finally he shivered in reaction and his hands relaxed their pressure on the blonde girl's head. She raised her head, drew an audible breath, swished her tongue over his still throbbing cock to lick it clean, and then she sat up and smiled at him.
"See what I mean about my being the most fun?" she purred. "Does that change your mind about not wanting us to get serious yet?"
He moistened his lips. "That doesn't change anything, Joanie. I'm not ready to get serious yet, that's all," he told her.
"All right, Gary," she said with a look of disappointment. "But you know no other girl can please you like I please you. You know how crazy I am to fuck with you ... to do just anything for you...." She paused. "I don't see why you're not ready to get serious yet," she added, frowning.
"I'm not, that's all," he repeated.
"But I'm in love with you."
"I can't help that, Joanie."
Her pretty face tightened, but then softened as she smiled at him again. "Maybe you need a little more time," she said softly, touching his arm. "I can wait, honey."
He was sorely tempted to tell her it would be a vain wait, but he quickly reflected that right now wasn't the time to break off with her. Not just right now. Even though he knew full well that his feelings for the attractive, sexy, carnal blonde went no deeper than simple liking. Even though there was little room in his mind now for any chick but Gail Linn. Last night with delightful Gail had been a turning point in his life, he believed. It was like he'd been waiting for a girl like Gail to happen to him, he figured.
Joan leaned close. "Honey," she whispered throatily, "what I did to you just now was very good, wasn't it? Er ... the same thing can be a lot of pleasure for a girl, too. Don't you think it's only fair you please me that way ... turnabouts fair play, you know." She gave him a real seductive smile. "Please, honey...."
He shook his head. "No, baby, I won't do that."
"But I did it to you. Come on-n, please, honey...."
"Nope," he said firmly. "I didn't ask you to suck my cock. It was your idea, just like it was those few other times you sucked me off."
"Just lick me a little." Joan wriggled her hips anxiously. "And then you can fuck me lying down."
But he knew Joan wouldn't be satisfied with his licking her musky pussy just a little, because she was too damn anxious to get him to go down on her. Anyhow, he didn't want to lick her down there.
"Nothing doing," he said with absolute finality in his voice. "I ain't going down on you, Joanie. No pussy-licking, baby. Fucking, yeah." He smiled. "Lay down and we'll screw like crazy to your heart's content," he told her matter-of-factly.
"Never mind," she said, the petulance back in her voice. "I don't want to screw now." She drew away from him sullenly and began adjusting her clothes. "You can take me home," she informed him petulantly.
"Okay," he murmured, not caring that she was miffed.
Joan was miffed at him because he'd flatly refused to give her the pussy-licking she craved, and he figured her suddenly being miffed was going to make his breaking off with her a lot easier. He felt relieved.
Joan was still peeved at him when he dropped her off in front of her house. "Goodnight," she said huffily, and flounced across the sidewalk, acting like it was really goodbye.
"'Bye, Joan," he called after her, knowing that as far as he was concerned it was goodbye.
He drove home. It was nearly two a.m. and he was surprised to find his mother still up. The look on her face made him quickly ask, "What's the matter, Mom?" He knew that something was wrong.
"Debby isn't home yet, and she's never been out this late before," his mother said worriedly. "She never stayed out later than twelve-thirty, and now it's almost two o'clock...."
He tried to calm her down. "Debby'll be home any minute, don't worry about her, Mom. She's had Earl Cole over to the house a few times and we've seen what a nice guy he is. She'll probably have a good reason for staying out later than usual."
"Your sister didn't go out with that nice boy tonight, Gary," his worried mother said. "She returned home and said he'd been suddenly taken sick with the flu and they couldn't have their date tonight. Then she went out again a half hour later, saying she was going to her girlfriend's house, and she isn't home yet. That's why I am worried about her. Do you know where her girlfriend, Freda, lives, Gary?" she asked.
"No," he said. "Do you know Freda's last name, Mom? I remember Debby once saying she had to phone her about something, and if Freda's number is listed in the phone book I can look up her last name and call her up from the bar across the street."
His mother was shaking her head. "Ff Debby ever mentioned it to me, I've forgotten it. Oh, dear," she said, looking considerably worried, her soft brown eyes clouded with anxiety about Debby. "I had been hoping you would know where Freda lives."
"I wish I did now," Gary murmured. "I just never thought of asking Debby where her girlfriend lives, Mom." He had naturally figured Debby'd told her all about Freda, including where the girl lived, and so he hadn't ever bothered to as Debby about her girlfriend's address. Where his sister's girlfriend lived had been plain unimportant to him.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Merlo repeated worriedly.
"Look, I'm sure Debby's okay. Go to bed and try to get some sleep. I'll wait up for her. Stop worrying, Mom," he told her, trying not to show that he also was now worried about Debby.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ben Hulen was making his watchman's rounds in the early a.m. of Sunday morning when he heard a girl's scream shatter the silence outside the dark, quiet warehouse. He stopped, an electric tingle running through him at the sound of the loud, shrill cry, and he felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck as a second scream quickly followed the first.
Then immediate concern for the screaming girl welled up in him, and he hurried over to a small window and peered through it to see what was happening out there as another scream rended the air just outside this side of the warehouse. A section of the dimly-lit, narrow street was visible from the window, and he saw the screaming girl. She was running in headlong flight, a pale, white, leggy figure, and the next instant Ben saw she was being pursued by two young men who were obviously trying to catch her.
He realized she was stark naked. Again she began screaming shrilly.
His face grim and the blood pounding in his veins, Ben left the window and hastened toward the side exit door of the warehouse. In opening the door he made it set off the silent burglar alarm system which he knew was connected with police headquarters, then he rushed out to go to the aid of the screaming girl....
Debby Merlo had been on her way home from her girlfriend's house around ten-thirty p.m. Saturday night when she'd felt herself grabbed from behind and was forcibly shoved into the back seat of a parked car seconds later. She was unable to scream because of the hand that was clamped over her mouth.
"Get goin', Gus!" her tall, heavy-set captor snapped to the driver up front. "Head out to the highway, and step on it. Well take her up into those hills around Westdale."
The lanky driver, Gus Searles, meshed gears fast and the car lurched away from the curb with a squeal of tires. Badly frightened, Debby writhed vainly to struggle free of the tight grip of her captor's muscular arms. He was too strong, too unyielding, holding her securely as the car quickly sped down the tree-lined, lonely street.
Debby felt smothered by the pressure of the hand over her mouth. She moaned and made little gasping sounds in her throat. The hand was taken away from her mouth. "Don't try to scream or you'll be damn sorry," her captor hissed in her ear. "If you cooperate and don't fight us, you've nothing to worry about."
He thrust his weight sidewise, pushing her back against the seat, and slapped her face with enough force to make her senses spin and bring tears to her eyes. "You be a good little broad, or else," he snarled. "You hear?"
"Yes-s...." she gasped, cringing from him.
There was another husky fellow sitting in the back seat, so she was trapped helplessly between both big males. The lanky driver up front kept his attention on the road ahead as he drove at a fast clip.
Kidnapped! She'd been kidnapped right from the street while heading home from Freda Schauer's house ... Debby stifled a sob. It was almost unbelievable, she thought starkly, knowing she had never dreamed such a thing as being abducted could happen to her. But the fact it had happened to her was only too real, and nerve-numbing fear constricted her throat. Never had she felt so scared and so awfully helpless. She started to shake.
"It's gonna be a real pleasure helping myself to this fluff," the other husky fellow said to the one who had hauled her bodily into the car. "You're really sure she's that fucking Gary's sister?"
"I told you she is, Marv, the minute I spotted her walking alone down that street. You'll get your turn with her after me. Then Gus gets his."
"Okay, Eric," Marvin Boyd agreed, his piggish eyes gleaming with lustful desire. "I'm sure gonna rape the ass off her!"
Debby let out a whimper. "Oh, please-please let me go ... I'm-I'm a virgin-" she quavered in a tone of entreaty. "Please!"
"I'm glad to hear you're still cherry," Eric Tempral said hotly. "Makes my getting even with your brother all the sweeter."
"Talk about luck, you've got it, Eric-to be the guy who cops her cherry," Boyd said.
"Yeah," Searles said from the front seat. "Every guy wants to be the first to fuck a girl, and you're going to be the first to fuck her, Eric. What a piece of luck!"
"I'll tell you two studs something," Eric rejoined. "I don't care about being the first with a broad I've a yen for, just so I get to her. Like that blonde doll, Joan-she's been fucked lots of times by Gary, but I still want to get next to her, see?"
"Yeah, you sure do want to latch onto Joan," Boyd said.
"Shittin' right I do, Marv. It burns my ass knowing Gary's out with Joan right now. I'd wanted her out with me tonight. Well, fucking his kid sister here, Debby, is a good way of getting even with him for not splitting with Joan after he latched onto that new broad you saw him with last night," Eric Tempral rasped with raw animosity toward Gary Merlo.
"I couldn't think of a better way. Man, it's a real kick!" Boyd laughed. "I'm glad you hate Gary now," he added, looking very pleased. "I'm damn glad, Eric!"
They were now speeding along the highway outside of Cloverton.
Debby could not control the spasm of fear that swept through her as she listened to them. She was all too aware of her helplessness, knowing that she didn't stand a chance of thwarting them. She knew she was at their mercy, she fully realized the inevitable rape. Any resistance was futile and would only serve to anger her abductors. She didn't what to be beaten up and raped violently. So there was nothing she could do about her awful situations except endure it for as long as it lasted, she told herself shakily. Though she hoped that by yielding submissively to them she would receive less rough treatment.
She choked back a sob, thinking how terrible it was that her virginity was to be taken away by a rapist. She knew she'd wanted Earl Cole to have the privilege of ending her virginal state in due time. She and Earl had necked and petted on their dates-going a little further each time, and finally touching each other in all the ways of love, up to the point where the only thing remaining was the ultimate intimacy of sexual intercourse itself. At that poont she had drawn the line, not wanting to give up her virginity yet.
Now she was sorry she hadn't allowed Earl to go all the way with her. She'd kept her virginity intact and now was going to lose it through rape, Debby reflected miserably.
She cried out involuntarily when the fellow named Eric suddenly pulled her into his arms, the next moment, forcing her tight up against him. He kissed her hard, his teeth pressing against hers. Then she felt his tongue stab into her mouth. He held her tighter, wiggling his tongue inside her mouth, and she was compelled to accept the hot greedy kiss.
And then he terminated the demanding kiss and shoved his hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thighs. She quivered as he tried to get his hand beneath the tight band of her panties at the crotch. The band was too tight because of the way she was being held against him by his other arm, and he pulled his hand away and sought the elastic at the top of her pink panties. She jerked spasmodically as his hand quickly worked its way down her flat young belly and covered the soft hair of her genitals, two fingers invading the slit. She moaned weakly, "Ooooh...."
"Feels real nice, babe," he said with a lustful grin.
"She's got a nice twat, huh, Eric?" Marvin Boyd interjected. "You can feel it good, huh?"
"Yeah. I'm pressing her lil' button, Marv."
Debby tensed up, gasping, all of her feeling now focused on the fingering of her tiny clitoris. Unthinkingly, she started to undulate her hips to increase the stimulation she was receiving. It was an automatic movement-she was simply reacting to the sensitivity of her clitoris.
"That's it, Debby girl," Eric Tempral grinned. "Cooperate and everything'll be dandy ... just dandy."
"Yeah, ooh yeah," Boyd said eagerly, watching.
Eric kissed her passionately, and Debby obediently opened her mouth to his thrusting tongue. She answered his tongue movements with her own. She was practiced at it from having kissed this way with Earl enough times.
"Man, what a kiss!" Boyd exclaimed. "They're sure have a long kiss, Gus," he said to Searles, who was intent on his driving.
Eric kept his hand inside her panties as the kiss continued, and Debby could feel his finger-movements manipulating her clitoris. Finally Eric ended the prolonged french kiss and withdrew his fingers from inside her at the same time. She sagged against him.
"Let's get you naked," he said hotly. "We'll be up in the hills in just a lil' while...." He hooked his fingers into her white blouse and tore it open. "Give me a hand getting her clothes off, Marv."
"You don't have to tear them off," she protested.
He cuffed her across the face. "Shut up," he snapped.
She subsided instantly out of fear, her heart thudding. The fellow named Marv ripped the torn blouse completely off her, then wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down.
"You're c-choking me," she gasped out, the words struggling against the constricted tightness of her throat.
He eased the pressure around her neck, smirking down at her, and she was able to draw breath. She lay helpless across his lap while Eric yanked down her skirt. She heard the material rip as the skirt was pulled over her feet and off. Then Eric's fingers curled around the waistband of her nylon panties, and elastic popped as they were torn away.
"Let her up, Marv, and get her brassiere off."
"Yeah."
A moment later her young, firm breasts were free and she was wholly naked, all bare before the lustful gaze of her assailants. They ran their hands over her body, squeezing and pinching her breasts and buttocks.
"She's sure got a swell body, Eric!"
"Yeah, she sure has, all right. Real nice tits, especially."
"Pull her up so's I can feel her ass more."
"Go ahead, Marv."
"She's got a swell high round ass," Marvin Boyd said body.
"We're coming to Westdale," Gus Searles announced from the front seat. "I'll cut through the south edge of the town and take a short-cut up into the hills."
"Good," Eric Tempral said.
Debby writhed helplessly between her two assailants as they crudely pawed her nude body. Pain shot through her as the moon-faced youth gripped her breasts and squeezed them hard. A sob burst from her fear-clogged throat. They were hurting her despite the fact she offered no resistance. She cried out shrilly when clutching fingers grabbed her crotch in a painful hold. "Ow-w! Ouuuuh, oww!"
"Damn if I ain't got a hard-on already," Eric said presently. "How long before we get up into those hills, Gus?" he asked the driver.
"Ten minutes or so," was the reply.
It was like an awful nightmare, Debby thought despairingly.
"Let loose of her, Marv, and lemme have her to myself," Eric said then. "We've felt her up enough. I want her to show me she's willing to cooperate one hundred percent."
"Okay," Boyd said, taking his hands off her. "Let her show you."
Debby drew a sobbing breath. "Please," she quavered, "please don't hurt me again. I-I haven't tried to fight you. You said if I didn't fight you-"
He cuffed her across the face. "Quit whining," he snapped. "I hate a whining broad. I know what I said. It still goes-you cooperate A-okay, or else, babe." His eyes glittered menacingly at her. "Or else we'll really be rough on you, understand?"
She cringed back in the seat before his lashing truculence.
"Hey," Searles said, glancing over his shoulder at them, "there ain't no cause to be rough at all with her. Like she said, she ain't fighting you. So knock off the rough stuff."
"Okay, Gus, okay, just hurry up and get this car up into the hills," Eric Tempral growled.
Debby stared numbly as he now zipped open the fly of his pants, took out his penis and looked at her with lust in his eyes. "In the meanwhile, babe, you can limber up my prick. Get with it."
She thought he meant for her to place her hand around his thing and move it up and down. She had done that to Earl a number of times, jacking Earl off and catching the stuff in a handkerchief. But as she reluctantly clasped her hand around the thick organ and began to move her hand up and down, he stopped her by grasping her wrist and pulling her hand away from it.
"I don't want a hand-job, Debby girl. I want a blow-job."
"O-hh!" she gasped.
"Yeah," he leered at her. "I want you to suck, Debby girl. Ever suck cock before?"
"N-no," she stammered, her face hot. "I-" She gulped and shook hdr head. "Don't make me do that ... please don't...."
"I'm waiting," he rasped. "You want me to get rough again?"
Debby repressed a shudder and quickly lowered her head above his erect penis. She opened her mouth and closed it over the hard flesh. She felt her head pushed down and she obediently slid her lips down further on Eric's heated prick. His fingers twisted in her luxuriant chestnut hair and applied a steady pressure on her head as she sucked him. It felt strange having a fella's thing inside her mouth, but after a few moments she got used to it and sucked harder and more effectively. The penis expanded to its maximum size.
"You're doin' A-okay, Debby girl," Eric breathed hotly.
From the fullness of her busy mouth, she uttered a soft moan. She kept sucking steadily and tried not to think about what she was doing. But she couldn't help thinking about it. This, Debby thought, was what was meant by the words 'suck' and 'cocksucker' and 'you suck' which she had seen scribbled on sidewalks and on building walls. And she was actually doing it!
"She's doing it good, huh, Eric," she heard the fellow Marv say.
"Yeah-h...." Eric's voice was deep with satisfaction. "Gary's got a good cocksucker for a kid sister, Marv. Ummmmm. Don't stop the action for a second, Debby girl. Wrap your tongue around my big prick and keep on sucking and pulling on it with your mouth."
She did, bobbing her head up and down faster, feeling the rubbery, thick, round head of his penis grow hotter under her tongue. In spite of herself, in spite of everything, she felt a terrible thrill and sucked as hard as she could.
"We're entering the south end of Westdale," Gus Searles said. "I'll head for that short-cup up into the hills."
"Do that," Eric grunted to him.
Searles glanced into the back seat. "Guess you ain't in no all-fired rush to get there right now," he snickered.
"Gary's sister is sure cooperating, Gus," Marvin Boyd said excitedly. "Man, she's holding Eric's balls with her hand and sucking on his dick like it was a lollipop!"
"She can really suck a prick," Eric breathed. "She's doing it so good I'm already close to shooting. Hot damn!"
Debby could feel the building tension in his hard, swollen penis, and she knew his release was near without having to be told. A deep shiver went through her at the idea of his discharging into her mouth, but she continued her oral activity.
"Hot damn!" Eric repeated above her, his fingers twisting tightly in her hair.
Debby was dimly aware that behind her the fellow Marv was again running his hands over her buttocks. Then she felt a blunt finger poke her between the deep-fleshed cheeks. She squirmed slightly.
"I like this tight ass of hers," Marv said avidly. "I can't wait to try it on for size."
"You mean you're going to fuck her in the ass?" Searles drawled from the front seat. He sniggered. "Yeah, I heard you're an ass-man, Marv. I heard you like to fuck a tight ass better'n you like fucking a twat...."
"Listen, you get your kicks your way, Gus-I'll get my kicks my way," Boyd shot back.
Searles sniggered again. "Like I heard you got your 'kicks' the other night in back of the bowling alley, yeah. You and Petey Fields got to fooling around with that pinboy, Allen. You made the kid blow you and Petey, and then you pulled down his pants and made him bend over. You fucked the kid in the ass, yeah. Petey told me all about it yesterday."
"If he told you all about it, then he must've told you Allen wanted to be fooled around with, and that the kid agreed to blow him and me for a buck apiece. Allen is one of those good-looking, fresh kids who make money eating cock and bending over-or ain't you heard about them kind of kids, huh?"
"Yeah. Don't get your balls in an uproar, Marv. Petey told me Allen's like that, which is why he and you fooled around with him and took him in back of the bowling alley."
"Damn right that's the way it was, Gus."
"Hey, you guys, I'm about to shoot," Eric Tempral groaned.
Debby felt his hands tighten and push down on her head, pressing it hard into his lap so that her lips came in contact with the wiry tufts of pubic hair at the base of his penis. She now had all of his prick in her mouth, and she felt it suddenly erupt the very next instant.
"Mmuu-ufff-f!" she gasped thickly and squirmed slightly, but Eric's hands held her head down more securely in his lap, her chestnut hair tumbling loosely over his taut thighs.
"I'm shootin'-ooh man!" he groaned above her. "Eat it, babe!"
He was discharging directly into the channel of her throat, and Debby hastily gulped and swallowed rapidly, trying not to gag. She could feel the hot liquid plummeting down inside her to her belly as she kept gulping and swallowing the hot, thick jets of his sperm until she'd consumed him completely, sucking him dry.
Eric sighed deeply and leaned back, relaxing. "Mann, what a load of cream," he drawled. Then he patted her head. "You did real great, Debby girl," he said in strong satisfaction. "So great it's hard to believe it's the first time you ever sucked cock. Well, just keep on cooperating one hundred percent like that." He paused, his hands keeping her head down while his prick slowly deflated in her mouth. "Hey, Gus, you reach that short-cut to the hills yet?" she heard him ask the lanky driver.
"Just did, Eric. This is Slocum Street and it'll take us right smack up into the hills. We'll be up there in only a few more minutes."
"Hear that, Debby?" Eric drawled as he now permitted her to raise her head and sit upright in the seat. "In only a few minutes from now we'll be up in the hills." He grinned at her, his eyes gleaming with lust and pleasure and arrogance. "Once we're up there, babe, we'll get to the main even-fucking. I'm gonna pop you but good. Ooh, yeah. You ain't gonna be a virgin for much longer, nosirree...."
She shivered and tried to pull her gaze away from his gleaming eyes. But she could not; it was as if his burning eyes had mesmerized hr.
"After I pop you, Marv and Gus will have their turns fucking you. Then I'll be up again ... yeah, I'll be up at bat again," Eric chuckled, obviously enjoying his wit.
"We're gonna have us a ball with you up in those beautiful dark hills, Debby girl," he leered.
"I'm gonna fuck that high round ass of hers," Marvin Boyd declared.
"It'll be a real long while before we get finally done with you," Eric added with a big grin. "A few hours at least...."
"Oh," she said finally, her heart beginning to pound again.
"Don't worry, when we're done well make you take a nice, peaceful rest," the moon-faced youth said. "Right, Eric?"
"Sure," he agreed. "A real peaceful rest, Debby."
Debby was gripped with apprehension. She had been so concerned with wanting to be receptive and responsive to them, completely yielding to their demands so they would not hurt her terribly, that she hadn't allowed herself to think about the outcome of her abduction. But now she realized what the outcome could only be, and a cold chill ran down her spine. They would kill her when they were finally through sexually assaulting her, she thought clammily. They would kill her because they knew she would be able to identify them to the police as her kidnap-attackers if they released her.
They would kill her and leave her up in the hills, maybe hide her body up there so it wouldn't be found for years, if at all, Debby reflected in horror. That's what they meant by saying they'd make her take a 'peaceful' rest when they finished with her sexually-they probably intended to murder her! Oh, God!
She started to shake again, filled with dread.
Eric's arms slid around her, pulling her close back to him, and he began kissing her full, firm breasts. He took one of the nipples between his lips and sucked it, drawing hard on it, and she felt the nipple stiffen in reaction to his hard suction.
"You got good tits," he breathed, taking the other one Into his mouth next.
At that moment there was a sharp, loud, popping sound from outside the moving car, and the driver swore. "Ran over a bottle lying in the street. Some fuckin' kid must've put it there. I didn't see it in time to turn the wheel and went right over the damn bottle," he said angrily. "It busted to smithereens and I hope the glass ain't cut through the tire."
"Maybe it ain't, Gus," Eric said. "You should've spotted it in time though, there's nothing wrong with your headlights."
"I was listening to what you and Marv were saying to the cunt and didn't have my mind on the fuckin' road right then," Searles retorted. "My tires are worn smooth and it was a fuckin' big bottle," he added peevishly, and hunched over the wheel.
"Keep your mind on your driving," Eric told him.
But a moment later the car began jouncing a little, and Searles snarled, "The fuckin' glass cut through to the inner tube, all right. I got a flat tire."
"Shit," Eric said. "I sure hope you got a spare, Gus."
"Yeah, spare tire's in the trunk. We'll have to stop and change the tire," Searles said as the car's jouncing became greater. "It'll take six or seven minutes. If a patrol car comes along while we're changing tires and the cop in it spots the naked cunt-"
"I'll take her over into the bushes there by those trees, Gus. Marv'll help you change the flat tire."
Trembling, Debby uttered a low, helpless moan as she was quickly pulled from the car by Eric as it stopped at the side of the dimly lit, tree-lined, lonely street in the outskirts of Westdale. There were no houses in sight, but close by there was a squat, dark building that looked like a warehouse, she thought.
"Move, hustle it over to those bushes," Eric rasped, digging his vise-like grip into her forearm, pulling her away from the car.
There was nothing she could do but obey, and when they reached the bushes he pulled her behind the shrubbery, his fingers biting harder into her arm. Then he shoved her down and pounced on top of her, his weight pressing her flat on her back on the ground.
"I'm gonna fuck you right damn now!" he hissed body.
It was the beginning of the end of her virginity, Debby knew and tremors coursed through her helpless, trapped body. The next instant she felt his prick ram solidly into her vagina, and she let out an agonized cry. He rammed her again, harder and deeper, and she cired out again, her face contorting to the deeper pain. It felt as though his ramming prick had ripped her vagina to shreds, and she knew her hymen was obliterated. And now Eric's impaling tool lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her conquered cunt. It was fantastically solid inside her.
Then the tall, heavy-set rapist was fucking her with lunging, hard, ramming strokes, and her legs on either side of his pistoning prick were jerking and quivering beneath his coital assault. Moans and groans and whimpers escaped her parted lips. She dug her nails into his back, tears of pain in her eyes. She was being fucked for the first time in her life, and it was more painful than pleasurable because of her attacker's brutal rape of her supine body.
He kept surging hard against her, panting loudly in rapid gusts of breath, until she sharply felt his excitement burst.
"Aaaahhh, man-n ... "Eric groaned tensely, and Debby felt the fierce bite of his teeth on her neck. She cried out.
Her shudders shook her violated body, and she felt his hot, wet sperm shooting far into her soft, shaking belly. She uttered an anguished sob. After a final surging of his body, she felt his teeth release the skin of her neck. She lay inert, regaining her breath.
"There, you've been fucked, Debby girl, and fucked good," he said upon quickly standing up. "You ain't a virgin no more, babe. C'mon, get up. Looks like they've changed that flat tire...." he was peering toward the car. "Yesh, Gus is getting behind the wheel now, and Marv is looking this way ... Get up and let's get back to the car," he snapped impatiently. "Hustle it up!" He prodded her with his foot.
She got to her feet, wincing from the aching hurt in her loins, and Eric seized her by the arm again. In sudden sheer desperation, fearing for her life because she believed she would be murdered when their lustful desires were sated, she twisted around and brought her knee up as hard as she could into his groin. "Aaggh!" he half-screamed, releasing her arm and starting to double over. She raked his face with her clawed fingers, tearing skin with her gouging nails.
"You bastard!" she shrilled.
As he staggered back in pain, she lashed out with her foot and kicked him in the balls. She used all her might in the swift kick, and Eric Tempral retched and bent double, clutching at his injured groin. She moved like a wildcat, grabbing his hair and pulling his head down further as she again brought her knee up in a blur of movement and smashed it into his face. She felt his nose crunch and knew she had broken it with her knee.
Her only thought now was to run away before Eric's two cohorts caught her, and she whirled to flee. She saw the other big fellow, Marv, charging toward her with the lanky driver close on his heels. Terror bit into her and gave momentum to her legs as she turned and began running as fast as she could down the side of the dimly-lit, lonely street. Her heart pounding hard, she ran in headlong flight, swerving into the middle of the road as she sprinted like a scared deer past the warehouse, with Marv and Gus in hot pursuit. She was naked except for her thin sandals, a pale-white, running figure in the moonlight.
As she sprinted past the dark warehouse, Debby started screaming with all her might in the desperate hope that her shrill screams would bring help to her if there was anyone in the squat, long building. It was her only hope, for she knew her pursuers would overtake her in another moment or two. She could hear them gaining on her, could hear their feet pounding the pavement close behind her. She tried to pump her legs faster, her strained heart feeling as though it was about to burst.
And then she felt herself grabbed from behind, felt a muscular arm wrap around her neck, cutting off her screams as her head was wrenched backwards and she was wrestled quickly to a sudden stop.
"Got you, you bitch!" Marv said savagely, choking her with his arm. "I'm gonna dish it out to you good for what you done to Eric. But first I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, I ain't being cheated outta that!" He twisted her arm up behind her back cruelly.
"Listen, Marv," Gus said rapidly, "Eric is hurt bad. The hell with fuckin' her. Break her damn neck and let's go help Eric...."
"I'm gonna fuck her first," the moon-faced youth snarled. "You get back to Eric. I won't be long!"
He forced her over to the side of the road, forced her into quick submission, and she screamed as she felt the thrust of his big penis ram into her anus. "Agggh! Oww! Aaggggh-hh! OooOHHHHH!" she screamed as he penetrated her tight asshole with his fat cock.
She was on her knees beneath him and he was bearing down with all of his weight, forcing her head and shoulders down to the ground while he lodged himself deeper inside her upraised buttocks. Her anus was stretched painfully wide by his turgid penis which pushed steadily deeper within her ass.
"Awwwaa!" she yelped. "Agghhh ... Ooooo! Arrgghh!" She jerked spasmodically as Marv began fucking hard into her ass now. Her cires of pain became whimpers as she fought against the pain being inflicted upon her by the buffeting she was undergoing.
And then suddenly a loud report rang out and a grim voice snapped, "Get up off that girl or my next shot won't be up in the air!"
Debby felt her assailant leave her, and she dazedly turned her head and saw a broad-built, tall, gray-haired man grimly pointing a revolver at Marv, who was raising his hands. Standing there also was lanky Gus with his hands already raised above his head. Relief cascaded through her as she quickly realized she was safe from further harm ... that her life had been saved.
"There's another one of them up the street, "she blurted to her rescuer. "That's their car up there. They kidnapped me and ripped off my clothes. They're beasts," she said rapidly. "The one up the street raped me. He-" she pointed at Marvin Boyd "-he was going to kill me right after he-"
"Another one of them, you say?" the grim-faced man interrupted tersely. "Is he in the car?"
"No, he ain't," Gus spoke up. "He's curled up on the ground up there. She busted his nose and kicked him hard in the groin-he's hurt bad and half unconscious."
"He got his just desserts," Ben Hulen said grimly, and paused as the sound of approaching police sirens could be heard clearly. "Keep your hands up and don't even twitch," he warned the pair.
"Thank you for saving me," Debby said feelingly to him.
"I'm the night watchman for that warehouse," he said, pulling back his jacket with his left hand to show the private watchman's badge pinned to his shirt. "I heard your screams and looked out a window, saw these two chasing after you. Well, they'll be locked up in short order, young lady...."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Joan Giggs was shopping along the avenue on the following Monday late afternoon when she unexpectedly met Vilma Hamilton. Vilma's beautiful red hair was done in an Italian sweep, brushed up straight with a complicated mass of waves at the top and back, and her eyebrows were thin and arched, accentuating the deep blueness of her eyes, and her wide mouth was a sensual red slash. Everything about Vilma had the sexy, sleek look of a real sophisticate, Joan thought as she stared at her.
"Vilma, how wonderful to see you again!" she cried. "You look so different I nearly didn't recognize you at first. What are you doing back in Cloverton? I thought you had left for good, to be a television actress in New York."
"It's wonderful seeing you again, Joanie," Vilma smiled. "I'm afraid I didn't get to be a television actress, but I did succeed in getting a job as a model for a photography outfit. Cheesecake stuff and nude art. It's easier work than being a television actress, and I'm making a lot of loot." She winked.
Joan laughed. "It sounds plenty exciting. I envy you!"
Vilma grinned. "What have you been doing with yourself ... you still working as a part-time typist in your father's real estate agency?" she asked.
Joan nodded. "Yes. I like it. Though now I think I'd like being a model even better, since it must be so exciting." She really envied Vilma's success as a photography model.
The sleek redhead laughed softly and touched her wide red lips with the tip of her tongue. "It has its moments," she murmured.
"You still haven't told me how come you're back here in Cloverton, Vilma," Joan reminded her.
"Oh, I'm just making a short visit," the other girl said airily. "I arrived in town early this morning, and I'll be leaving again tomorrow evening ... unless I decide to stay another day or two. I was going to give you a ring to tell you I'm back for a while, and here we've run into each other on the avenue." Vilma laughed, her white teeth sparkling in the sunlight.
"Are you staying at your step-father's house during your visit?"
"Oh, no," Vilma shook her head. "Uh-uh. I'm staying at that motel on the boulevard. I've just been to see my mother, and she looked relieved when I told her I was staying at the motel while I'm in town. I suspect she had an idea Paul was the reason I'd left horn to go live in New York. He was home with her, and from the way he looked at me I could tell he'd just love to get me back in his clutches! What a step-father I've got," Vilma grimaced.
"It's terrible," Joan agreed, remembering how the attractive, sleek redhead had talked about leaving home to get away from her new step-father, Paul Kempf, who'd married her mother last summer. Vilma had claimed he was making passes at her whenever her mother wasn't around. Then one day Vilma had told her that Paul got her alone again and made her submit to his advances. According to Vilma, her step-father had kept after her, fucking her again and again in the absence of her mother, until Vilma became so desperate that she finally decided to go away to New York to become a television actress. And she had gone away, two days later, Joan recalled.
"You know, I still think you should have told your mother how he was after you behind her back, Vilma," she said.
"I'm pretty sure she suspected something but didn't want to do anything about it, Joanie. She loves Paul too much." Vilma paused. "Do you know, she gave me five hundred dollars for living expenses in New York when I left home? I was down to sixty-five dollars of that five hundred, before I was able to land a job in New York.
I finally got a job as a waitress in a honky-tonk dive in Greenwich Village. It was better than nothing, and I knew I'd do most anything to keep from having to return home to live, knowing Paul would be after me again. Anyway, a few months later I met a girl who was then modelling for a girlie magazine outfit, and she fixed it so I got to be a model for the same photography agency she was with."
Vilma flicked her tongue over her wide red lips. "I really enjoy being a camera model," she smiled. "It sends me."
Joan smiled back at her. "Gee, it's so good to see you again!"
"Listen, why don't we go over to the motel and talk some more there," the redhead suggested. "One thing about motel rooms is that they're cozy," she winked. "What do you say?"
"Well...." Joan said, weakening although she knew she she still had to finish her shopping, there being several other things she wanted to buy in the avenue stores.
"Come on," Vilma urged, taking her by the arm. "It can be like old times, Joanie." Vilma's deep blue eyes took on a smoky look.
Suddenly she felt excited and was very glad that they had met. She realized only now how much she'd missed Vilma, and all the pent-up feeling came out. "All right, yes! Let's, Vilma! It will be like old times," she said, breathlessly.
"Swell," the other girl smiled widely. "Let's hurry!"
Joan knew that once inside the motel they would soon find themselves in bed together, and she felt desire surging through her veins. Craving. She could suddenly feel her breasts tightening, hardening with expectation. She was suddenly eager to recapture the thrills of the exciting intimacies she and Vilma had shared together last summer.
Vilma squeezed her arm as they began walking along.
"What we did together those times last summer wasn't foolish, Joanie," she said, her voice dropping low so passersby would not overhear what she was saying. "I've learned a lot in New York ... have had plenty of such experiences with a number of girls-not all of whom were Lesbians, either. From them, I learned that no one can say what's right and what isn't ... that if two people of the same sex want to make love together, well, that's their own business. Oh, my New York experiences taught me a lot in every way," Vilma declared emphatically.
By the time they walked from the avenue to the motel on the boulevard, Joan was excitingly aware of the compelling sexual attraction Vilma now held for her. There was no denying to herself that she found a new fascination in the sleek, ultra-sophisticated redhead.
Arm in arm, they went into the motel. The rooms were nice and cozy, just as Vilma had said, Joan thought. The coziness heightened the craving desire within her, and tremors of avid anticipation ran down her legs as she looked expectantly at Vilma.
"Did you miss me while I was away in New York?" Vilma asked softly, her keep blue eyes flaring.
"Yes, I missed you, Vilma," she breathed, throatily.
A seductive smile wreathed the other girl's wide red lips, and she said even more softly, "Right now, before we do anything else, I want to kiss you, Joanie."
An erotic thrill zipped through her system, and her breath quickened. She nodded her blonde head. "All right, Vilma."
They gazed warmly into each other's eyes for a pulsing second, and they they were suddenly in one another's arms, their lips meeting and mashing together in a passionate kiss. They clung together, and Joan shivered as Vilma's tongue darted into her mouth. She felt the redhead's arms tighten around her possessively as their tongues clashed, and she yielded in a spasm of sudden abandon as Vilma's tongue jabbed at the roof of her mouth.
They kept kissing for minutes, their tongues fencing, twining, licking, jabbing, before Vilma drew away, standing back and looking brightly into her desire-dimmed eyes.
"I want all of you, Joanie, just as I did last summer-only more so this time!" the redhead said in a hot whisper.
Joan nodded, the blood beating in her throat. She took a deep breath, and said throatily, "Oh, Vilma, you're like no other girl I ever knew. Ooh, you've got me so excited, Vilma, I have ants in my pants!"
"Good," the seductive redhead smiled, her eyes flaring more brilliantly than ever. "Wonderful, my sweet. I want you to enjoy it more this time. Like I told you, I've learned a lot since the last time."
Joan smiled back at her. "I want you to know that those were the most exciting times in my life last summer," she divulged.
With a sensual moan, Vilma threw her arms around her and they kissed deeply once more, tongues tangling tempestuously. Then the attractive redhead disengaged her hot lips from hers, and Joan opened her eyes which she had closed during the tempestuous kiss. She looked owlishly into Vilma's smoky eyes.
"Help me undress, Joanie," the redhead said unsteadily. "Then I'll help you. Oh, I'm burning up ... hurry, darling."
With eager, trembling fingers, Joan unzipped the back of Vilma's dress and helped her take it off. Then she unfastened Vilma's bra for her. The redhead's bountiful breasts sprang into view, and Joan saw that the long nipples were stiff. Quickly Vilma rolled her snug panties down over the flatness of her stomach, past the hard jut of her crotch, over the whiteness of her heavy thighs. The panties fell to the floor, and Vilma stepped out of them. Joan stared avidly at the now naked redhead, her pulses pounding.
Vilma was three years older than Joan and had a really beautiful build. It'd been Vilma who had initiated their Lesbian lovemaking last summer, and Joan had suspected that the red-haired beauty was a Lesbian at heart, even though Vilma had claimed she liked to make it with guys, too. She still suspected that Vilma was really a Lesbian.
"Now you," Vilma said urgently, and began helping her get quickly undressed. "Darling, you don't know what you do to me!"
She knew, Joan thought in rising excitement. Oh, she knew and she was eager as a hopped up kitten to be in bed with Vilma, exulting in the knowledge that Vilma wanted her so bad!
When she was down to her panties, the nude redhead embraced her again, bending her head backward with the pressure of her burning kiss, and Joan felt the girl's hands invade the rear of her panties. Vilma gave the ovals of flesh back there a few squeezes, and Joan's excitement further increased.
Then Vilma released her, saying huskily, "Get out of your panties, quick, and let's go on the bed, Joanie." There was a wild, wanton look on the sultry redhead's face.
A tide of feeling gripped Joan. "You're a real Lesbian, aren't you, Vilma?" she whispered. "Aren't you?"
The other girl's gaze sharpened. "Yes, I am," she admitted then. "Last summer with you was the beginning, but I'd always felt strangely attracted to other girls since I can remember. Guys were never able to turn me on. Not even my horny step-father, and he sure knew how to fuck a girl, those times he made me give in to him when my mother was out. I knew then I could never enjoy making out with a guy-I knew it for sure." Vilma paused. "If anything, Paul sure as hell contributed to my becoming a full-fledged Lesbian, Joanie. I couldn't stand even the thought of going out with a guy after what happened with Paul," she concluded, her eyes smoldering.
Joan drew a shivery breath, feeling a perverse thrill run through her at knowing that Vilma Hamilton was a confirmed Lesbian. She wondered how many New York girls Vilma had made love with, and it excited her all the more to know she was about to receive the full benefit of Vilma's acquired New York Lesbian experiences. She felt more eager for her, and at the same time was more in need of satisfying the craving desire which was making her supple young body tremble with great yearning.
She stripped off her panties and flaunted her blonde nakedness. Vilma looked at her hungrily, and with a sudden heady sense of power over the naked redhead, Joan reached out quickly and pulled Vilma's head forward and down until her face was pressed in the deep valley between Joan's large breasts. Vilma immediately covered the deep cleft with little kisses, then worked her head back up until she was kissing Joan's breasts and caressing the hard nipple of each pulsating globular mound with her tongue. Joan moaned with pleasure and twisted her fingers in Vilma's red hair.
Hectic moments later they were on the bed, intertwined like two girl-wrestlers. Joan loved the feeling of Vilma's body against hers, loved the way Vilma's lips, tongue, and hands were spreading pleasure all through her heated body. As Vilma had said, she had picked up plenty of experience at girl-lovemaking since they'd last made love together. Joan thrilled, moaned, gasped, whimpered, and responded feverishly to the redhead's expert kisses and caresses, feeling as if her loins had been set on fire.
"Ahhhhh, love me, Vilma-love me good!" she whispered fiercely, and sank her teeth into the girl's shoulder, exceedingly glad that she and Vilma were again united by sexual familiarity. It felt so wonderful.
Vilma increased the attack of her lips and tongue, and Joan moaned louder, more wildly. Vilma's hands were caressing all the time, too, and they didn't miss a trick. Joan throbbed all over. She was fully aroused, every nerve and artery throbbing and pulsating crazily. She whimpered with indescribable pleasure. She writhed as Vilma's combined movements mounted, building up her frenzy.
"Ohh-hhhhh! Ooooohhh!" she moaned passionately. "Oh-h, Vilma, you're driving me so wild, like never before!" she hissed, digging her fingernails into the aggressive redhead.
"You're mine, Joanie, all mine!" Vilma gritted between her teeth. "I love you, darling! If you'll come away with me to New York, we could live there together, be happy together like this-"
Vilma gave her a crushing kiss, tongue spearing deep, and Joan groaned as her senses floundered. Then everything became topsy-turvy seconds later, and Joan's craving desire flamed to a high pitch and she thrashed her legs, gasping hotly. She was all feeling, all of it fixed in one place!
"Uuhhh-oooohuhh!" she gasped in thrilling joy. "Ooh, VILMA!"
She was encompassed by a ravenous heat as the redhead's lips drove deeper into her yawning hunger. This, Joan thought fiercely, this is what she really craved! All sensation and delight, she forced Vilma's face deeper between her burning white thighs, glorying in the licking her clitoris was receiving from Vilma's talented tongue.
"Move your tongue faster," she hissed. "Lick harder!"
Vilma ceased tantalizing her and began lashing at the hard bud, and Joan was carried away by the throbbing sensations. She couldn't think; she could only feel and thrill and enjoy. She was caught up in a whirlpool of sensation, spinning wildly, as Vilma began sucking as well as licking. It was so intense, so gratifying and exciting that Joan wanted it to go on and on and on. It excited her as sexual intercourse never had. Time had no meaning, and she was aware of nothing except Vilma's oral activity.
"Aaahhhhh. ... ummmmooohhhh," she moaned mindlessly.
Vilma continued licking and sucking with the expertness of considerable practice, and now Joan suddenly felt something push into her anus and realized it was Vilma's finger. With a quick thrust, Vilma shoved the finger halfway into her asshole, and Joan quivered. She discovered the next instant that the strange presence in her anus served to heighten her sexual excitement, sending shivers of lust through her.
Vilma intensified her vigorous action, moving her whole mouth deeper into Joan's churning cunt, and the thrills became much more intense, much more pleasurable than anything else Joan had ever done with Gary Merlo. Nothing mattered now, not even Gary, but only what Vilma was doing so well, and Joan knew it was all that would ever matter to her. Moaning and mewling, she heard herself suddenly crying Vilma's name over and over rapidly.
Then her orgasm was upon her in a terrific wave, and she jammed her eyes tight shut to keep them from joggling right out of her head. Her steaming body arched of its own accord, her juices gushing out and flooding Vilma's mouth. The redhead hung on, her throat-gurgles distinctly audible as she sought to totally consume the great emission, until Joan sank back with a last racking shudder.
Relaxed and glowing, filled with strong satisfaction, Joan felt wonderfully content. Vilma leaned over her, smiling widely. "By the expression on your face, I know you're happy," she said softly. "I'll always make you happy, darling. You will come to New York with me? It's really Fun City....I'll show you around-"
"Will you fix it so I'll be a photography model like you?
"If that's what you want, yes," Vilma nodded. "You have a lovely body and pixie face, and I'm sure you're every bit as photogenic as me, my sweet. Yes, I have the connections and will see to it you become a camera model, too," she promised.
Joan grinned happily. "Then I'll go with you, Vilma, because that's the kind of exciting life I want more than anything else. I want to be a camera model like you. I'd love showing off my body!"
"We'll live together," the redhead said.
"Yes, of course."
"And love together."
"Definitely!" Joan cried in a positive tone.
"If you'd like, we can sometimes have a couple of other girls come over and have a....er....party." Vilma's eyes flared at her.
"Yes. That sounds perfectly groovy!"
"Then it's all settled, darling," Vilma smiled in triumph.
With a sense of gratitude and excitement, Joan now quickly began to lavish kisses on the redhead. Then she was plunging her tongue into Vilma's vagina. She licked the best she knew how.
"Ooohh!" Vilma gasped. "Beautiful ... Joanie, Joanie, my sweet!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By the end of September, Gail Linn knew she did love Gary Merlo with all her heart, body, and mind. Gary was the guy she wanted to marry, the guy she wanted for her own. Her feelings for him were right, so right. She enjoyed him and thrilled exquisitely to his touch. It was more than sex, although sex was the most wonderful part of the way she felt about Gary. She honestly, truly was in love with him. She couldn't think about anything except Gary and how to please him. It was the first time she had ever loved a guy, and it was the most divine feeling in the world, Gail exulted.
Roy Ebart was just a memory to her. And Clive Kline was just another man she'd put behind her, already completely forgotten. There was only wonderful, exciting Gary-only he mattered to her, he was her whole life now, She knew that if he didn't love her she would surely the of a broken heart.
But she strongly felt that the miracle of love had happened to him as well, that he was in love with her even though he had yet to say so. There was a kind of joy-ousness in his eyes when he looked at her, and a fond tenderness. There was a sure strength in his rangy body and a loving possessiveness. It had to be love, she told herself and hoped fervently it was.
Filled with a sense of exaltation, feeling that their being together was enough, Gail cuddled up serenely against Gary as they drove down Quarry Road that lovely October night. Her fingers gently rubbed his thigh as her mind now turned hungrily to the anticipated pleasure of Gary's embraces that would be hers again as soon as he parked. Desire rose quickly within her.
Then they were parked and Gary was putting his arms around her, seeking her lips with his. Eagerly she returned his warm embrace and squirmed to move closer as they kissed ardently. Their tongues swiftly entwined and darted lovingly about, in and out, back and forth. Gail began to breathe harder.
"Ummmmm," she moaned pleasurably into Gary's mouth.
She felt him cup one of her breasts and squeeze tenderly. The taut warmth of his sinewy hand increased her swelling desire as he fondled her breast, causing the nipple to become hard. She moved her tongue faster inside his mouth in avid passionate play.
Without taking his lips away from hers, Gary released her tingling breast and she felt his hand move expertly down her quivering body. Her skirt was hiked-up above her thighs and his hand ran gently along the burning flesh of her inner thigh. She moved slightly so as not to impede him, and a thrill coursed through her as his fingers slid into her crotch. Though they had made love many times since their first time, it still was as exciting and thrilling as ever to Gary and her. She moaned happily and moved against him as his fingers went inside her. Then she wriggled her hips, letting the thrills race through her system.
"You lush baby!" Gary whispered, lipping her ear.
Presently, their clothes were in semi-disarray and her panties lay discarded on the car floor. Gary mouthed her large breasts, kissing her tits back and forth excitedly. Then his fingers were playing in her cunt again, rubbing her clitoris some more. He claimed her lips again, kissing her hard now, and she clung to him breathlessly, her body a pulsating mass of seething flesh.
And then Gary's head was moving down, and she sensed the hot excitement in him and she eagerly adjusted her thighs, parting them more, as his face burrowed between them.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out throbbingly as his tongue delved into her vagina.
Gary began licking slowly at first, then faster, rotating his tongue, and Gail groaned excitedly. She immensely enjoyed his oral caressing of her cunt. Gripping his head, she nestled her thighs around his face in a hotter pressure. God, the pleasure was so acute, she thought giddily.
She didn't want him to stop, so she kept pushing down on Gary's head. She was on fire with avid craving, her blood jumping under her flaming skin. His mouth was building a wild frenzy in her as he speeded up his licking and sucking. She thought she'd faint from sheer pleasure.
"Oooooh, don't stop this time, Gary," she begged him in white hot excitement. "Please don't, dearest-" She groaned louder, and bit down on her lip.
Then suddenly she felt it: the first shock wave of exquisite pleasure rushing through her throbbing loins. She uttered a sharp, intense cry, then sucked in ah ecstatic breath and her thighs shook and rocked. She could feel her orgasm inundating Gary's mouth as spasm after spasm shook her. Finally, with a long, delicious shudder, she sighed and relaxed her grip on Gary's head.
She smiled tenderly at him when he sat up, wiping his lips. "I love you," she said sweetly, feeling that she just had to say it.
He grinned at her. "That's what I've been waiting to hear, Gail baby." Then he stopped grinning and gave her an ardent look as he added gently, "Because I love you."
"Ohhh, Gary!" she trilled happily.
They kissed fervently. To realize the utter joy of loving and being loved was the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world, Gail thought happily.
Instinctively, in swift reaction to the great happiness she felt, Gail let her hand clasp Gary's erected penis which was sticking up tautly. She held it fondly, then when Gary disengaged his lips from hers she quickly lowered her head and took it in her mouth, closing her warm lips over the thick spongy head. She had never done it before yet now she knew she was eager to do to Gary what he had done to her. Her only thought was to show him how very much she loved him, how very much she was ready to please him because of his love for her.
"Oh, baby, honey-!" Gary gave a groan of pleasure.
She felt his cock leap when she slid her lips down the full length of it, felt its throbbing quivers when she brought her lips back up to the spongy head and licked it. She rolled her tongue around the smooth rubbery head, and then began to suck Gary's cock as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
"Ooooh, honey . ... Gail, baby! Aaaahhhuuummmm," Gary groaned above her, his hands tightening on her bobbing head.
She sucked steadily, using her lips and tongue to excite Gary to fever pitch, her head bobbing up and down faster. Love, she thought warmly, made it all right. Wonderful, glorious love!
Without warning Gary's thick, throbbing cock suddenly began jerking wildly inside her mouth, and she felt hot sperm shooting into the back of her throat. With a muffled moan, she engulfed the fluid spending, keeping Gary's cock in her mouth until the decreasing throbs petered out.
Presently Gary spoke. He said huskily, "Since the day after tomorrow is my birthday, Gail, how about our announcing then that we're engaged to be married?"
"You haven't proposed to me yet," she said quickly, smiling.
"Will you marry me?" he murmured.
She nodded happily. "Yes," she said softly, bells of happiness ringing in her. "Yes, Gary."
"Oh, honey," he smiled. "Well set the date soon as possible. In the meanwhile well get officially engaged on my birthday."
"Yes," she agreed joyfully.
He grinned boyishly. "My twenty-first birthday will be a birthday to remember! Oh, Gail, honey!"
They embraced happily, and she became exquisitely aware of the fact his penis was again growing full and erect with new sexual desire. She too felt renewed desire mushrooming through her now.
They kissed and looked ardently into each other's eyes. There was nothing left to be said. In burning want, she lay back on the car seat, angling her legs, and Gary settled his rangy body over hers. His hard, stiff cock plunged home in her cunt, and she pushed her belly into his with a moan of pleasure. They were pressed together from shoulders to knees there in the front seat of the blue convertible.
Then, they were moving together as one, letting the thrilling sensations build up through them, giving each other the full benefit of their coital experience, both receiving and giving glorious pleasure. It was a transfusion of supreme joy between two lovers. This was sex with love, Gail gloried. There was nothing like it! Absolutely nothing!
They were perfectly mated, perfectly matched, fucking beautifully, and they were going to get married. Gary and her ... and Gail knew no one would ever take their happiness away. Never, never!
