When Morganna was thirteen her mother died and all the responsibilities of a large family fell on her young frail shoulders. Her father wasted little time. He buried her mother, and took his youngest, brightest daughter to his bed with the brutality of a madman.
After the rape, Morganna became her father's private slut. Nightly, she was forced to crawl into his now empty bed and suck his huge cock until she thought she would die from the shame of the predicament she found herself in. As if that wasn't enough, she soon was forced, under the threat of a whipping, to spread her long smooth legs for each of her four horny brothers.
She knew that to stay and endure the abuse of her father and brothers was a living death. She took her meager savings and ran off to New York. There, she soon earned enough money to begin to try to find the kind of life she had always dreamed about.
She began a cross-country trek in search of the real love that would ease the pain of her father's vile abuse.
CHAPTER ONE
Morganna looked at the man next to her. Thin, fiftyish, and very much like her own father. Could this man possibly know that she wanted to kick him in the balls? Could he know that she hated her father for all of the evil he had done her, and that if she had the power to do so, she would put this silly man off of the bus and leave him standing naked on the highway, stripped, and begging for bread, money, and clothes?
Morganna hated her father. He had violated her, stolen her virginity, then cast her aside to fend for herself, branding her a whore. She looked at the strange man in the next seat and she thought of her father.
Morton Muffe was a banker. He was a well heeled banker, at that, living with his wife, Mercy, in a wealthy area in Poughkeepsie, New York. He was an egotist, and, spurred on by the fact that his wife's first initial was the same as his, he named all of his nine children with the same starting letter. Morganna was the youngest of the group. The others were Martin, Merkin, Morris, Manchester, Melissa, Myra, Maisie, and Medea. Each was born within one year of the other, ending the process with little Morganna's birth fourteen years before.
Mercy was a strong woman, but, the pains of nine consecutive births followed by the problems of caring for so large a family drained her strength and she died when Morganna turned thirteen. She baked a birthday cake, iced it, put the candles on it, and keeled over, dead on her own kitchen floor.
Morganna came home from the store and found Mercy dead. She screamed for help, but, got none. Not one of her large family was home. She called for the family doctor only to be told that he was playing golf, and when she called the police she was told that she would have to wait for an hour because most of the force was answering a bank robbery, at Mr. Muffe's bank, no less.
Morganna sat with her dead mother for an hour before Morton arrived home and carried the dead woman to her bedroom. Morganna followed upstairs, tears streaming down her N face, eating a piece of the last cake her mother had made. As she stood at her mother's bed, she heard her father speak to her.
"Now that Mamma is gone, Morganna, one of my daughters will have to take on all of her responsibilities around here. Do you understand what I mean, dear?"
"Cooking and cleaning and running the house," Morganna said through a stifled sob.
"And more personal things," he said.
Morganna looked at her father in amazement. Certainly he couldn't mean that he expected one of his daughters to have sex with him!
"Which daughter did you have in mind?" she asked, chewing the inside of her mouth and hoping in vain that she did not already know the answer.
"You are the most like your mother."
"I'm sorry, Father, but, I don't fuck," she told him squarely.
"You are going to start to if you want to live in this house," he retorted.
But, in actuality, little Morganna was not any virgin at all. She had lost her purity a year before when she made it with Willie Dubrowski, the fourteen year old son of the local butcher. This, however, her little romp behind the chopped meat display, she would not, could not, tell to Morton.
"Don't you think we should bury Mother before we worry about the kink in your cock?" she asked the annoyed man.
"How can I concentrate on anything until I have released all of my tension? What kind of ungrateful child are you, unwilling to ease my pain after all I have given you?"
Morganna was studying the door behind Morton, trying in all seriousness to estimate how well she could run from the room. She was spared the get-away tactic by the ringing of the doorbell and the arrival of the mortuary wagon.
"Mr. Muffe," one of the accompanying police officers said, "we are on the trail of the men who robbed the bank."
"Wonderful," Morton said.
"Now, where is the body?"
Morganna watched as the men went upstairs and put her mother onto a stretcher and carried her from the house. Her father went off thereafter to arrange the funeral and she prepared dinner for the family and finished the rest of her birthday cake all alone, missing her mother, and wondering whether or not she was really going to fuck for Pappa.
Morton left her alone for two weeks. She, though the youngest in the household, took over all of the family chores. She rose long before school to do all of the cooking for breakfast. After school she did all of the shopping and all of the cleaning and laundering and mending. She wondered fleetingly whether she would be expected to go to school for open school conferences for her older brothers and sisters.
One night, a Friday night, two weeks after Mercy's death, Morton approached Morganna in the kitchen.
"Do you remember the conversation that we had when your mother died?"
Morganna bristled and glared at him.
"My answer is still the same, Father."
"You are going to go to bed with me tonight! Don't you care if I am unhappy?"
"And don't you care about the fact that I am your daughter, not your wife, and that the very idea of sleeping with you makes me sick to my stomach?"
Morton grabbed his daughter's arm and hurled her against the refrigerator. He took her hand and forced it to his concealed, but, stiff cock.
"Don't you stand there and tell me that this cock makes you sick. This cock is a fucking wonder, a masterpiece. I've seen the other men in the bathroom at work. I have the best one of all. I have the best, biggest cock at the bank, maybe the biggest in Poughkeepsie. Don't you fucking knock my cock."
"I'm sure it's lovely, Father. I just don't want it inside of me."
She tried to break away, but, he held her firmly. His hands were strong, not the hands of a banker, but, of a back woodsman. His cock was rigid and hot, straining against the material of his Brooks Brothers trousers, rubbing it onto her body, trying to force its way through and into her.
"Let go of me," she screamed.
"We are going upstairs!"
Morganna managed to draw back slightly and she raised her knee fiercely into the crotch of the possessed man. In one fast gesture he grabbed his aching groin and backhanded her across the face.
"Now you are going to pay," he bellowed when the pain between his legs had finally subsided.
He grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the kitchen, across the living room to the astonishment of her brothers and sisters who were watching one of Merv Griffin's theme shows, and up the stairs to the bedroom. She screamed for help, but, the family sat glued to the television set while he wrenched her into the room and slammed the door.
Morton hurled her onto the bed and tore her clothes off of her violently. He slapped her fiercely across the face and across her bare chest, her small, growing breasts cringing under the smart of his smack. He threw her across his knee and began to spank her, not with soft sexual strokes, but, strongly, wildly, sadistically. The he threw her back onto the bed and began to climb over her young body, covering her with hot, martini ridden kisses, his cock bulging in his pants.
"You're gonna do what I say," he ranted.
Morton opened his zipper and drew out the big cock which he had forced her to feel minutes before. It was big, about nine inches, and very, very thick, with a huge head that resembled a light bulb. She could see its dark, purplish skin and the veins bulging along its shaft, but, she didn't have time to look at it. Morton, still fully dressed, mounted her and lunged forward, plunging the massive cunt filler deep into her cringing crease with such impact that he never knew whether or not she was a virgin.
Morganna screamed piteously as the man pounded away at her frail body, driving his murderous cock in and out of her with menacing force, screaming obscenities, filth, and slapping her wildly as he fucked, fucked, fucked.
Morganna clung to the bed for dear life, tearing the sheets with the strength in her straining fingers. She began to tear into his clothing ripping his shirt from his back, clawing his undershirt, and tearing the skin on his back with her finger nails.
"Let me up," she screamed. "Take that fucking thing out of me and let me up," she bellowed as she pounded on his back, but, he fucked on with mad force, not missing a beat or a stroke, screaming and fucked with mania.
"Get fucked, cunt. Take cock, bitch, slut, whore, shitheel!"
He plowed the massive driver into her pasture, cutting her com, so to speak, as he fucked with severity and relish. Then he felt his cock coming to the end of its course. His body lurched upward, chugged as the rising scum took position to explode, and he crashed down into her again, shooting a powerful river of gism into her creamy twat.
"Wasn't that fun after all?" he asked as he stood up and replaced his cock in his pants.
"Make me come, too," Morganna screamed. "Jesus, don't just leave me here after all that. Make me come, God damn it."
"Make yourself come," Morton said, and he walked out of the room.
Morganna lay there, spent, but, frustrated. She needed her release, too. She took her longest finger and slid it into her still hot fuck hole. She got the one, then two, three, four fingers into the steaming seam, and she massaged the inside linings and played with her tingling clit until she bolted, lurched, jumped, skyrocketed. Then she went to her room, slipped into a robe, and went to the kitchen to make hot cocoa for the whole family.
So it began. Morganna was her father's tool, his private slut. And when they screwed, and they did every day, it' was always the same, always mad, violent, crazed, and on several occasions the bruises from their bouts were so bad that Morganna had to miss school.
"I can't take this for much longer," she told Morton one evening. He slapped her.
"You have no choice. Incidentally, your brother Merkin told me that he wants to fuck you, too, and I told him that it would be fine with me."
"It isn't fine with me," she countered.
"That does not matter in the least. Any time Merkin or any of your other brothers wants to fuck you, you spread your legs and shut up. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
Morganna knew that it was only a matter of time before Merkin and then the other three would get into the act.
Merkin did not wait for very long. Two nights later he materialized at her bedroom door. He was stark naked and exhibiting a cock which looked just like his father's. She wondered for a moment whether the whole family had oversized parts.
"I've come to fuck you," Merkin said. "Dad said that it would be all right."
Morganna thought of closing the door in his face, but, didn't. She would ultimately have to go to bed with him anyway. She knew that. And, maybe, she thought, just maybe, he is gentle and kind. She knew that she needed some softness.
"Come in," she told him.
Morganna undressed and got into the bed. She tried to smile as Merkin, obviously inexperienced, mounted her and began to insert his cock. He wasn't bad, not really, she thought as he began to get some motion going, and he was gentle, at least compared to Morton.
Her legs wrapped around him and she began to respond to his unsure strokes. She made it a good experience for him, and when he came she did too, and he stood up to leave.
"Thank you," he said.
Merkin opened the door and she thought she would die. Her other three brothers, Martin, Morris, and Manchester, were lined up in size places, cock size that is, all waiting to sample her juicy cunt.
She took them all. She had no choice. Morton stood behind them brandishing a whip. They were nicer than their father, but, they were no great shakes, and she did not want to touch them or be touched by them.
But, the trend was set. Every Wednesday night became brother night, and she was forced to bed with her four brothers, taking their cocks up her cunt or down her throat or into any other cavity that pleased the resourceful boys. The other nights belonged to Morton and he took full advantage of them. She had no life of her own and she had no means of attaining one.
When her fourteenth birthday rolled around she discovered that she had grown up a lot. Her breasts were full now, a woman's breasts and her body was sleek and trim.
"So," she said to her mirror image, "this is what you look like. Now to get yourself out of this fucking shit."
Grandmother Muffe had sent her a hundred dollars as a present. She had another two hundred in her school bank account. Immediately after school on the day after her birthday she went to the bank, not her father's bank, either, which pleased her, and withdrew her money. With only three hundred dollars and no clothing or personal possessions she dropped her school books into a garbage can and went to the bus terminal.
"I'd like to buy a one way ticket to New York," she told the cashier.
"Aren't you a little young to be going anywhere?" he asked.
"I'm a lot older than I look," she said, and as she said it she knew that it was true.
Morganna boarded the bus, closed her eyes so that she could not see Poughkeepsie behind her, and headed for New York City determined not to turn back, no matter how difficult the road ahead became.
In New York she found a cheap room in a whore's hotel near Times Square. She didn't care about the hotel. She knew that she could not go to any place where her identity could be questioned. Besides, she only wanted to stay in the city for a few days, for just long enough to earn some more money. And, this was the place to earn it in the only way for which she was trained.
Morganna roamed over to Eighth Avenue and saw the hookers filling the doorways of the sleazy bars and hotels. She picked a comer and stood there.
"Bitch," a black whore screamed, "get your fucking twat off of my comer."
Morganna didn't want trouble. She moved on. She found a spot near Polyclinic Hospital that didn't seem to be taken and she stood there.
Maybe, she thought, I'll get a doctor or an intern. At least he will be clean.
And, she did do just that. Three interns were getting off of the four to midnight shift. They saw her and they asked her price.
"For one, two or three?"
"All three," the spokesman said.
"Fuck or suck?"
"Both, if it's all right with you."
Morganna knew that she was not being terribly professional in her approach, but, these men seemed nice.
"Why don't we walk over to my room and play around, and then you can give me whatever you think I deserve."
"Would you mind if we took turns?"
"There are some chairs. It'll be all right." The foursome walked fast, stopping at the liquor store on the comer of Eighth and Forty-sixth to buy a gallon of wine.
"If there's anything left," .one of the young doctors said, "you can keep it."
She took them to her little room, wretched, sordid, ugly, and she let them undress her.
Then the spokesman asked if he could go first.
Morganna did not believe it. This man was asking to fuck her. He was not telling her.
The other two men contented themselves with the wine while she helped the first guy out of his pants and shirt. She liked touching his hospital whites. They seemed so pure, and she liked the hospital smell that clung to his body.
"My name is Bob," he said.
"I'm Morganna."
They got into bed and she began to suck on his cock. It was a nice cock, about eight inches, and wide, but, not awkwardly thick like her father's. The young doctor lay there, gently stroking her head as she tongued his pecker. Then she realized that he was crying.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I watched somebody die today. I never did that before. I watched and I just couldn't stop it."
Morganna began to stroke his chest which was covered with a mat of soft blond hair. She knew how he felt.
"Take your time, Bob. There's no hurry. Let me help you to feel better."
She climbed up on him and drew her body down so that his cock slipped into her cunt.
"I'll do the work, okay?"
And she rode him softly and gently, as she had never been fucked herself, and he happily responded by moving his hips upward in circles, screwing his cock joyously into her now hot cunt.
When he shot into her she came, too.
"I never heard of a prostitute coming," he said.
"I'm new on the job."
Morganna had equally good sex with the two other men. Each was warm and nice to her, and each one was trying to restore in himself the life that he had just seen lost in the course of the day.
When they were finished, the four people sat around and drank the wine and shared their experiences.
"I wish I had a lot of money to give you," Bob, the spokesman said. "All we can give you between us right now is about sixty. Is that all right?"
Sixty dollars was a lot of money to Morganna at this point. She accepted it gratefully and kissed ;ach man as they left. Then she showered and went back onto the street.
Morganna cleaned up that night. She learned about the New Jersey trade, the guys who drive in and cruise Eighth Avenue and take the girls over to the piers for a quick one. Some of the men were greasy, some not, but they were money and she needed it fast. Five of them that night and she had made two hundred dollars. She knew she was being lucky, but, she had almost doubled her nest egg. She went to Childs and had some eggs, then went back to her hotel to sleep.
Morganna surprised herself by sleeping well, visions of Doctor Bob filling her head. He had been so kind and vulnerable, not at all what she expected a doctor to be. She hoped that he would be happy in medicine. She liked him.
The next morning she dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Her only possession was her handbag in which she carried her money and her make up. That was it. At the desk she was stopped by the clerk and handed an envelope.
Now she was frightened. Who knew where she was? What would she do if it was a message from her family, if they had followed her, found her? She went outside and slipped into a doorway, opening the envelope only when she knew she was not being watched. It contained a hundred dollars in twenty dollar bills. There was a note.
"I borrowed this money from my parents so that you could get out. You don't belong on a street comer. Bob."
Morganna wanted to cry. She walked to the hospital hoping to find him, but she didn't know his name. She saw a young intern and she took a chance.
"Do you know another young intern named Bob?"
"I know two of them. What does he look like?"
"Just under six feet, blond."
"Bob Graves. I know him."
"Would you tell him that Morganna came by to say thanks and that she's on her way."
"Sure," the young man said.
"And, tell him that I hope we meet somewhere again."
Morganna walked to Port Authority and bought a bus ticket to New Hope, not because she knew anything about New Hope, but because she liked the name. Maybe it was an omen. Maybe not. But, one thing she knew for sure. It couldn't be any worse that it had been before.
The man who sat next to her on the bus was asleep. He woke up and gazed past her out of the window.
"Have family in New Hope?" he asked.
"No. I have no family at all."
"How old are you?"
She thought, oh, fuck, now I'll have to start answering his questions.
"I'm nineteen."
"Looking for a job?" the man asked.
"Yes. I am, as a matter-of-fact."
"I own an antique store in Lahaska, just outside of New Hope. I could use somebody pretty in there to be a salesgirl and receptionist when I'm out."
"I don't know for how long I will stay here," she told him.
"Try it out if you'd like."
She thought about the offer as the bus moved deeper into Pennsylvania. At least it wasn't whoring.
"How much does the job pay?" she asked as they climbed off of the bus.
"One twenty a week off the books."
"I'll take it," Morganna said.
"My name is Andrew Jackson, if you can stand that. What is yours?"
Morganna fumbled for a moment. Then she said, "Lilly ... Lilly Graves."
Andrew Jackson drove her into Lahaska. She liked the tree lined roads and the small shops. She enjoyed passing the antique stores and the pretty restaurants.
"I don't suppose you've thought of a place to stay," he said.
"Not yet, no."
"I have a room behind the store. It is small, but it has a little kitchen and a full bathroom. I used to stay there when I first came here before I built my house. You can stay there if you'd like."
"For free?" she asked.
He laughed. "You really are strange. Yes. For free."
She smiled at him. She liked him. She thought, he isn't like Father at all.
"Tell me, Lilly, what are you running away from?"
"What makes you think I'm running from anything?"
"You have no plans, no luggage. You are not nineteen though you can pass for it. What's the story on you?"
"I'll tell it to you some other time," she said. "I have to get used to Lahaska and to being Lilly Graves."
"It's not your name?"
"It is now."
Lilly Graves moved into the little apartment behind the antique store. She had a home. For a treat on her first evening Andrew Jackson took her to a store where he bought her a new dress. Then he took her to dinner. He drove her back to the shop and saw her inside, but, he didn't try anything. He showed her where things were and said that he would be in at ten the next day. I
"I have a young partner," he said. "Paul Riggs. Very nice guy and handsome. Maybe he'll be more your speed than I am. Sleep well, Lilly."
She showered and crawled into bed. Lilly Graves. Lilly Graves. It rang in her head. It was her new identity and she liked it. Lilly had been easy. She took it from a Susan Hayward movie. Hayward was her favorite star and some people said she looked a lot like her except that her hair wasn't red. Hayward had played Lillian Roth in "I'll Cry Tomorrow," and it was her favorite movie. The Graves was easy, too.
In the morning Lilly opened the shop and got things in order. She had two steaming cups of coffee ready, one for Andrew and one for Paul.
"You can drink Paul's, yourself," Andrew told her. "He never wakes up before one so he won't be here for a long time. Why don't you take a walk around the area and get to know the place? You'll be more of a help to me if you know the territory. And here's an advance on your salary."
"Buy some clothes. Get your hair done. If you want a new identity get into it. Got the idea?"
"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't know me. You've given me a job and a home."
"I have a story, too. I had a daughter. She and my wife died in a car wreck. Maybe you remind me of her."
"That's why you didn't try anything last night?"
Andrew smiled. "A man doesn't sleep with somebody who reminds him of his daughter."
"You don't know my father."
She kissed his head and left the store. Andrew sat back in his chair and wondered how long she would stay. He didn't want to lose his little girl again.
When Lilly came back about two hours later she was incredible. For starters, she did look about nineteen or twenty. She was wearing a really great jean outfit and was braless under a clinging nylon blouse. She was one of the few women who could do that. And her hair was different. It was red. And she didn't look like Morganna Muffe any more. She looked like Lilly Graves, a young Susan Hayward, and she was most definitely on to something. She wanted to live.
Andrew grew misty eyed as she walked in, but he pulled it together and smiled.
"That is what I want in my store all the time."
"Thank you, Andrew."
"Lilly, tell me the truth, now. For how long do you expect to stay here?"
"I have no idea. Maybe a month, maybe more. At least a month. I need a chance to get my bearings."
"What about school?"
Lilly smiled. "How paternal. There isn't time for that. But, if you have any books at home, I really do love to read. I'll read them all."
"Good. I don't want you to become the town dummy."
The two people laughed together as though they had known each other for years. Andrew was what she wanted a father to be. He was concerned about her welfare, about her education, about her home.
"I would ask you to stay at the house, but, I think that would cause talk, and we neither of us want that."
"I'm fine back here. I like the room. I bought some new curtains for it this morning. I hope you'll like them."
"I will," Andrew said, and he meant it.
The door opened and a man entered. He was about twenty-eight and he looked like a movie star. He was tall, dark, handsome, as the old saying went. And he was incredible.
"Paul Riggs, this is Lilly Graves, our new receptionist."
"Hello," Paul said.
"Hello. Andrew has told me about you. He said that you never get up before one. You must keep very busy all night."
"Are you teasing me or propositioning me?"
Lilly laughed. "Neither. I'm merely being provocative." The two men settled down to some necessary business and Lilly waited on some customers and sold a very expensive old chest.
"How was that?" she asked as she put the large amount of cash into her surrogate father's hands.
"Terrific."
"Got to make Papa Andrew proud of me." Andrew smiled. "What did you call me?"
"Papa Andrew. That's your name from now on. That is, if you don't mind."
"How could I mind?"
Paul laughed. He saw this father/daughter relationship blooming and he suspected that it would be very good for Andrew, that it might draw him back out of himself and into the world again.
"Andrew," Paul said, "would you mind terribly if I got to know Lilly a little better over lunch."
"I've just gotten back into the store," Lilly said.
"Go ahead. There will be enough times when you won't be able to get out of here to eat at all." Andrew smiled. "Just don't think that you are going to molest her."
"In a restaurant?" Paul laughed. He held the door for her and she walked out of the store.
Lilly felt that she was light years away from Poughkeepsie. Morganna Muffe was dead. She didn't exist any more. She was from another life. This was where it was. This was the start of things. Lilly Graves wasn't the fake name because Lilly Graves wasn't the one who was running. Lilly Graves was living. She was vital. She was moving toward happiness now, and she was going to reach it. She just knew it.
"Where would you like to eat?" Paul asked.
"I haven't the faintest idea, I only know the place Papa Andrew took me to last night. The one across the street. So, let's go somewhere else, right?"
Paul took her several blocks to a really beautiful place and encouraged her to have a drink. Nobody questioned her age and she enjoyed the sensation of drinking with a friend in a public place.
"Where did you come from?" Paul asked her.
"New York," she responded in a half truth. "What neighborhood?"
Lilly smiled. "I lived in the theatre district."
"Why did you leave?"
"There really was not much to keep me there. Are you a New Yorker?"
"No," Paul said. "I'm from right here. But, I get into New York a lot."
His leg was brushing hers now and she was responding favorably to the sensation. She moved slightly closer to him and smiled.
"You know that I want to sleep with you," Paul said.
"As friends or as worker and boss?" She felt that she had nothing to lose. She could move on that much sooner.
"As friends. If the answer is no you still have your job. Pm not like that. Would Andrew be in business with me if I were?"
"I guess not."
Paul looked into her face. "You haven't answered me."
"I don't know yet. You're nice, and I think you're the handsomest man I've ever met, but, I just am not sure. Can you give me time?"
"At least till we finish our meal," Paul said, but, he smiled and she knew that he would not be difficult.
"You'll probably get a yes."
They had a wonderful lunch, the best she had ever had, and they got to know each other fairly well.
"I have a feeling that there is a great deal about you which you are not going to tell me."
"True."
"Is it bad?"
"Only for me. I promise you that much, Paul."
They walked back to the store and Paul went out to see what the competition was offering. Andrew was waiting for her.
"Only one warning, Lilly. I don't want to be a grandfather this season."
CHAPTER TWO
Lilly and Paul were dancing. They were in lovely little cocktail bar with a dance floor about three miles out of Lahaska. It was late, very late, and they were almost the last people in the place. They had come to like each other a lot. And, they went out together frequently, sometimes three and four nights a week. Paul always took the check, always treated her like a lady, and never forced her into anything. They still had not gone to bed.
"Would you like to go over to the Holiday Inn for one more round before I take you home?" he asked.
"I'd love it."
"I'll just cover this check."
He paid the bar and dinner tab, got her coat and led her to the car. They drove the short distance to the nearby hotel bar.
"I'd like a rum and coke," she said.
"And a vodka martini up," Paul added. "Thank you for taking me out so much," Lilly said, "My pleasure. You're fun to be with."
"And thank you for being patient."
"Hopeful is a better word."
They drank slowly, chatting about the town and the winter that was just beginning to settle over it. They talked about the business and about Andrew and his tragedy.
"It seems so mean that things like that happen to men like Papa Andrew," Lilly said.
"I felt that way when my mother died, too.
She was a good person. But, I think death is harder for the person who is left behind."
"Is your father alive?"
"My father is very much alive.
He is a terrible man."
Paul had never before seen this side of Lilly, the angry, the hurt side.
"That's why you love Andrew so much."
"I guess so. He is everything that my father is not."
"And does the treatment you got from your father have anything to do with why you haven't slept with me?"
Lilly looked at him. He was hurt, she realized, by her sexual aloofness. He had taken it as a rejection of him.
"I'm going to sleep with you tonight, Paul. If you would like me to."
"If. If. I have waited for three weeks. Why didn't you tell me about your father?"
"Nobody likes to admit that she was raped by her father and by her brothers."
"Does Andrew know about this?"
Lilly smiled warmly. "Yes. I told him all about my life shortly after I got here. He was very understanding."
"I'm glad you told me even what you did."
"So am I, Paul. Someday maybe I will be able to tell you still more. If you want to hear it." ;
"Let's go, all right?"
They left and drove back to the shop where they went into Lilly's apartment.
"You aren't going to lunge at me, are you?" she asked.
"If I were a lunger, would I have waited this long?"
She sat next to him and drifted into his arms. She was like a woman on a cloud, drifting into his grip, and he was gentle. He held her, ran his hands warmly through her hair, and kissed her lips softly, gently.
"Not all men force women into bad scenes," he said, and he allowed his tongue to probe between her teeth and to enter her mouth and work its way to her throat. Her breasts were becoming firm under her blouse and his own cock was rising in his trousers.
"Make love to me, Paul, to teach me how it should be. Please."
Paul's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to teach her everything she would ever want to know. He wanted to fuck her and yet protect her at the same time. Andrew could be her father. Paul knew that he could help her in other ways.
He slipped his hands between them and cupped her full breasts through her blouse. Then he und id the buttons and released her from the garment so that her bare breasts stood looking at him.
"Make love to me, Paul."
He bent forward and kissed her breasts. He pressed his lips around each of her nipples and she felt as though lightning had struck. This was what it meant to be touched.
Paul stroked her back with his warm hands, then helped her to slide out of her skirt and panties. He knelt before her and removed her shoes and stockings. Then he carried her to the bed.
Being carried to the bed, she thought, is so different from being dragged to it. Paul was a man in the real sense of the word.
"Make love to me, Paul."
He undressed slowly, taunting her a little with the beauty and strength of the body that he slowly revealed. They were a perfect pair, he knew, with ideal bodies. Naked, he crawled into bed with her. He was rock hard already, his fine, eight inch dong pulsating in the grip of her hand. She bent down to kiss its tip and was amused by a little wart that crowned the cock head.
"My one flaw," he joked.
"That's not a flaw. That makes you more perfect."
She took his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around its head sending him into swirls of excitement and sexual frenzy.
"You don't have to do this," he said.
"I want to. I like it with you," she told him.
She returned to her cocksucking and he stroked her hair and her back as her head moved up and down, back and forth, pleasing him with its masterful sucking. She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had learned to do this in five cars near the river in New York. But, his cock was wonderful. It was sweet and manly, but, not fat and threatening. It was pleasure personified. He tensed his body and shot an ocean of come into her mouth and she drank it with happiness.
"Move up to me, Lilly. Straddle my chest." Lilly sat on his chest and he drew her up still further so that his mouth and her cunt were on the same line.
"Did any man ever do this for you?"
She thought of Bob, the doctor, and said, "No. Only one man ever gave a hell whether or not I was pleased."
Paul buried his face in her hairy snatch, darting his tongue between the lips and circling them lovingly. He moved his tongue deeper into her twat, washing the fair linings with his affection. Lilly was moaning, sitting on his face, running her fingers through his head, over his neck, into his ears.
"Oh, my God, this is heaven. This is bliss." He moved still further toward her vitality, his tongue massaging the tip of her clit. And he managed to bite it very gently and she exploded. The wetness of her love juice, her cunt sauce, dripped down his face and she lay beside him panting.
"Nobody ever told me that it could be like this. Nobody ever said a word to me about that."
"You're just starting," Paul said. "You have a lot to learn. A lot more to do, to experiment with."
She nestled in his arms, her body warm against the nakedness of his, her lips teasing his nipples and wetting the hair on his chest. She felt warm in his arms, as she had never felt warm before. She felt like a woman who somebody loved, a woman who people cared about.
"I love making love with you," she whispered. "I'm sorry we waited so long. I won't keep you waiting again. I promise."
"I'm going to take you up on it." .
"You'd better," she said, and she rested on her back and smiled up into his eyes as he began to move on top of her.
"Make good love to me, Paul. Make good love to me."
She was hotter than a fireplace on Christmas Eve. Her sauce was running and they both knew that she was ready, particularly for his gentle brand of love making. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran a finger down his spine. He laughed as she tickled him.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
Very slowly he edged his cock into her cunt. They both moaned as it positively slid home, back to the womb.
"So soft in there," he said, "Like a velvet lined jewel box."
"All clean for your forty carat diamond."
He was in her now and moving his hips so that their bodies were churning together. He welcomed her legs around his body as they clasped him permanently into position. Her hips moved with his. They were on the same track. They were together. They were fucking and making love and having a wonderful old time of it.
"How is it?" he asked softly.
"Bliss. I love it."
"I love you," he whispered.
She didn't answer him. She clasped her mouth to his and kissed him passionately. She was grateful for his love. No man had ever said that he loved her before.
His strokes became more and more impassioned and now he was drawing his penis out of her, then riding it, sailing it, gliding it right back in.
"I can't hold it. I'm going to come."
They came together, he shooting into her tunnel, she flying up against him, her body finding a home against his. He stayed inside of her, on top of her, for several minutes, kissing her, his tongue deep down her throat. Then he pulled out and rested by her side, his arms encompassing her protectively.
"I can't sleep," she whispered. "I'm too up."
"So am I."
They held onto each other, these two people who had met less than a month before, but, whose lives had become so completely involved.
"Will you hold me again tomorrow night?" she asked.
"I'll hold you whenever you like. I told you something. I love you."
"That's nice."
"Do you love me, Lilly?"
She had to be honest. He was too good to her to be lied to.
"I don't know, Paul. I don't even know that I know what love is. I really don't know. I care about you. I want to make you happy because you care about me. And I love what we just did."
"You know what that means, don't you? It means that I am a fill in engagement. I'm not the main event. Is there anyone else?"
"Paul, I'm starting my life now. How can there be anyone else when I never lived before?"
"You're right."
In her mind's eye, though, she saw Bob. He had been gentle, too, and he had taken steps to protect her. He had probably saved her life.
"You are very weird," Paul said, kissing her again. "You sometimes seem like a child, and yet, sometimes, more often than not, you seem years and years older."
"I've seen a lot."
"How old are you, really?"
"Fourteen."
Paul almost choked. Then he started to laugh until the tears streamed down his face. "What is so fucking funny?" she asked.
"I think you are really about fifty and just look young for your age."
They both laughed now, and they fell back into each other's arms and they made love, blissful, beautiful, total love for the second time that night. Lilly had no intention of not enjoying this wonderful new excitement.
"Does Andrew know your age?"
"Andrew knows everything there is to know about me. I had to tell somebody. It had to be Papa."
"I understand. Why didn't he tell me your age?"
"He promised that he would tell nothing to anybody. He would never break a promise." Paul smiled and stroked her head.
"True. Perfectly true."
They slept comfortably until morning when they showered together, ate together, and opened the store together.
"My God," Andrew said when he entered, "it takes an incredible woman to get Paul Riggs out of bed in the morning. Thank God we found you, Lilly."
"Well, I second that," she said, and she kissed the man hello.
"Any sales?"
"No. There is breakfast for you in the apartment. On the table on the heating tray."
Andrew went off to eat, Paul went about his work in town, and Lilly ran the store. That was how she saw the newspaper.
A customer came in, a nice couple from New York who were looking for Victoriana. They bought a hurricane lamp and a fruit bowl. After they drove off, Lilly realized that they had left a newspaper on her desk. She opened it and saw herself.
Lilly read the story hastily. Morton Muffe of Poughkeepsie had notified the F.B.I. that his daughter was missing for a month. The story was accurate as far as dates and times. There was no indication of any knowledge of her whereabouts although the ticket salesman in Poughkeepsie recognized her picture and remembered having sold her the ticket to New York.
Her mind raced. She did not know what to do. She looked at the picture. It was three years old and she looked like a girl in it. Now she knew that she looked like a woman, but, would people recognize her?
"Papa Andrew," she said, "I have to talk to you."
"What's the matter?"
"This." She handed the paper to him.
"You don't look like this any more."
"Everything was going so well," she said. "Now I feel like David Jannsen on 'The Fugitive.' I don't want to leave here."
"Why think about it?"
"Because I am fourteen years old and if I am found out here, then you will be in terrible legal trouble, and Paul will be, too. Maybe even worse. I cannot risk being found."
"May I give you some fatherly advice?"
"Yes."
"Rest easy for another few days. I am not trying to talk you into staying. If you travel, crummy people will suspect that you are up to no good. If you travel like a princess they will think that you are fine and dandy. You will need money."
"I have over a thousand dollars."
"We'll buy traveler's checks with that tomorrow. But, you will need more. I have an account that I opened for my daughter when she was a child. It has over ten thousand dollars in it. It's yours."
"I couldn't...."
"I would never spend that money, Lilly, and I don't need it. My baby isn't here to enjoy it. I want it to help you. Tomorrow we will open a savings account and a checking account for you. I will continue to make deposits for you and I will receive the bank statements. That way you will have money wherever you go. But, the account will say Lilly Graves, so that should anything happen to me all you will need is a registered letter to collect your money. We have to do it this way. We have to protect you."
"Papa, you are the greatest man in the world."
"I'm going to miss you."
Lilly started to cry. "I will miss you, too. I really will, but, I'll call you all the time. I'll still be your daughter, but, I'll be traveling."
"I know. We'll be just fine. Let's not tell Paul just yet. I think you will have to be the one to do that."
"You're right," Lillie said.
They handled the arrangements in exactly the manner which Andrew suggested. Then the three people had dinner together in a quiet restaurant that they all liked. After dinner Andrew said that he would call for her in the morning. He went home to cry. Paul took her back to the shop.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't want you to treat me as though I were going away. I fully expect to come back here."
"Why are you leaving?"
She produced the newspaper and he read it, then whistled.
"Got to?"
"I have no choice. It's the only way I can protect you and Andrew. I even did a new handwriting on the checking account. I don't want anyone to know that Lilly Graves was ever Morganna Muffe. I listed Andrew as my cousin at the bank."
"You will take care of yourself, won't you?"
"Yes. Thank you for that."
Paul took her into his strong arms and held her very close to himself.
"Can we make love tonight?" he asked, and she saw that there were tears in his eyes.
"I want to."
In bed they were as they always were, a perfect duo. His cock seared the insides of her twitching twat and teased the top of the clit and rubbed and pressed and loved as their bodies moved together as one mechanism, one entity joined by a strong, throbbing, vibrant, pulsating prong.
Her legs were around him and her fingers were in his skin. Their mouths were as joined as their glands and an observer would not have known where one started and the other left off.
Her cunt was fiery, hot, wet, and his cock was aching as he fucked her. He felt his own fire burning within her and he cringed at the thought that they would never be this way again.
"I'm losing you," he sobbed as he shot his myriad of come into her wonder pocket. She crashed up against him and she said, "you can never lose me, never."
They held onto each other, Lilly, the new girl in town, and Paul, the handsome gentle, young man who had taught her the difference between fucking and love.
"I love you, Lilly. I always, always will."
"Always is a long time, Paul."
"I mean it, Lilly. Always."
"Make love to me again, Paul."
The night was endless, or so they thought. They spent it entirely in each other's arms, relishing the nearness of the other's body, filling the other's needs completely, fucking, sucking, cock and cunt both thrilled and happy to be loved.
Paul spent an hour eating her twat, lavishing it with the expertise of his talented tongue and she returned the compliment by sucking his cock so completely and so magnificently that she drained him for an hour. They fucked and fucked until neither of them could move, and then they slept in each other's arms until the alarm at the front of the store went off and Andrew had arrived.
They ate breakfast together, the three of them, and then the two men drove her to the bus terminal. All three of them felt like crying, but, Lilly said, "Hey, no emotion. I'm not going away for good. This will always be my home."
She had chosen a bus into Philadelphia because she was afraid to go back to New York. In Philly she ate lunch, then caught a train to Chicago. She had never been in Chicago. She had no desire to go to Chicago, but, it was there and that was all that mattered. The trip was scheduled to take twenty hours. That would give her time to think, time to sleep, and time to remember.
"Is this seat taken?" a woman asked.
"No. It isn't."
"Would you mind if I sat in it?"
"Not at all."
The woman was tall, dark, about forty, Lilly thought, and rather masculine.
"My name is Ruth Wrastle. What's yours?"
"Lilly Graves."
"Good to meet you, Lil. You heading for Chicago."
"Yes."
"Family there?"
Lilly thought, I wish I hadn't told her to sit here. I really just wish she would shut up.
"No family. My family is in Lahaska."
"Nice town, Lahaska. Where are you staying in Chicago?"
"I really don't know yet. I have no reservations. I'm sure that I can find a place, though."
"Temp or permanent?"
"I haven't decided yet. I'll get some work when I get there and decide from there, but, I don't think I like to stay anywhere for too long."
"What line of work are you in?"
Lilly thought, shit, this dyke is a nosey one. How in hell will I shake her? How do I get her to dig that I like men and that I want to be alone?
"I asked what your business is," the woman repeated.
"I'm in the antique business. My cousin has an antique store there and I work with him."
"My friend Rae has an antique store and she's looking for somebody who knows the line to help her out for a while. Would you be interested?"
"Well, yes. I certainly would. Thank you."
Ruth said, "I'll give you my name and address and number before we get off of this fucker. I don't know how much money is involved, but, it's off the books.
"I am not moral about taxes, so that suits me fine," Lilly said, happy that she would not have to fake a Social Security number.
The train trip went on and on, and when she felt tired Lilly excuse herself and went to her cabin.
"Why don't you meet me in the club car for breakfast at about eight," Ruth suggested.
There was no way out of that. Ruth was getting her a job.
"I'd love to," she said.
Lilly slept very well. She watched the country slipping by and then she slept. Paul was in her thoughts, and Andrew, and Bob, her doctor friend. She wished that there were a way for her to let him know that she was all right. No way, she knew. She didn't know how to reach him directly and she couldn't take the risk of any kind of exposure. Someday, she thought, someday I will get to thank him. I know that I will get to thank him.
She woke up for a while and only then did she think about her family in Poughkeepsie. She knew that her father's search for her had nothing to do with her, but, with her cunt. She knew that if she was found she would be a sex slave again in that awful house. For a moment she wondered which of her sisters had gotten her old job and was servicing Morton and the boys. She didn't really care, though. None of them had made a gesture to help her. None of them had ever said a word as she was dragged by the hair to that slave chamber bedroom and fucked until she hurt. It serves them damn well and right, she thought, and I hope they each get their turn.
It was nicer to think of Paul who made love to her. He was so good in bed that she wondered whether or not she would ever find his equal anywhere. She wondered who would come next in his life, which woman would become his love, and she wondered who would be next in her life. Would she ever know the warmth of Paul's hulking body again? Would she ever feel that marvelous cock sailing into her channel again? Would anyone ever be gentle with her again, or had that been her only chance? Would the ones in the future be more of Morton?
No, she wouldn't think that. She would die if she thought that. She had met Bob who was gentle and Paul. And she had met Andrew who became her true father. She thought of Andrew and she missed him very much. She fell into a deep sleep again.
The train was standing still. She rose from her bed and slipped into a robe. She opened the door of her cabin and stuck out her red head.
"Porter, what is wrong?"
"Search, Ma'am, for a run-away."
Lilly felt her heart skip ten beats.
"How awful," she said hoarsely.
"Yes, a thirteen year old boy. Ran away from home."
It was a boy. Thank God. She was safe. For a moment she wondered why he had run away from home. She understood the horror that made a person run and she thought that if she could see him she might be able to encourage him, to counsel him.
There was a ruckus outside of her door and she opened it to see two policemen towering over a boy. He looked younger than thirteen and he was cowering on the floor, crying bitterly. He was screaming for help.
"Don't take me back! Please! My father beats me!"
Her heart sank. She knew what he was feeling and there was nothing she could do for him. She smiled at him and his tears stopped slightly.
"Come on, Sonny. You're holding up a lot of people. You have to come back. Maybe you won't have to go home."
Lilly thought for a moment. She knew that the boy could have been her, that the same policemen could have been towering over her, trying to lure her back to Poughkeepsie.
No, she vowed, I will never go back there. I will never see those horrible people again. They can fuck and die in Poughkeepsie. That's all they're good for. Never! Never! Andrew didn't help me so that I could wind up in Poughkeepsie. I'll keep going and I will survive. I want to live!
She slipped the robe off and got back to bed. That boy in the hall just was not strong enough yet. Maybe next year would be his year.
She wished Paul were lying next to her, fucking her, eating her, making her happy. She hoped for the moment that he was thinking of her, too.
She thought of Ruth, the woman in the other car.
I suppose she'll want me to go to bed with her, she reasoned silently. What will I do about that? I wouldn't even know what to do.
She put that thought out of her mind, too, as the train started to move and she was riding that much further away from her past.
Towns were flying by the window, cities of people with names and loves. She decided that someday she would have that, too. It would be in Lahaska. That was her home. But, for the time being, home was where she happened to be, where she happened to survive.
I will survive, she thought. I will. I want to live!
She closed her eyes and she slept until the alarm clock woke her at a quarter to eight. She had an appointment for breakfast. It meant work and that meant be on time.
Ruth was sitting at a table, a steaming pot of coffee in front of her. She smiled as Lilly entered and sat with her.
"I wondered if you'd make it," she said.
"I told you I would."
"Sometimes people say things and don't follow through."
They talked at some length and Lilly realized that Ruth, too, was a nice person. She was warm and understanding, and she did not ask a lot of personal questions. It was almost as though pasts did not exist. For Lilly Graves it didn't and the less she had to say about it the more she liked it.
"I was thinking about you all night," Ruth said. "You can take this any way you want to, but, if you do go to work for Rae and you need a place to live, I need a roommate right now. I can't quite swing my rent and my place is nice, two big bedrooms on Lakeshore Drive."
"Are you inviting me to live there?"
"For one twenty six fifty a month. You could never get a comparable place for that, and, listen, you don't have to make it with me to stay there, not unless you decide that you want to. Okay?"
"Terrific. I feel like Mary Tyler Moore on her way to Minneapolis."
The two women laughed warmly and Lilly thought that people were really pretty damned great.
"I always knew such shits," she said, "except for my family in Lahaska. And now you. I'm glad we met."
"So am I, Kid," Ruth said. "So am I."
The train sped on and in several more hours they were in Chicago searching the train station for a porter to handle their bags.
A taxi took them to Ruth's apartment and it was a stunner with a big, fine terrace.
"I was in better shape for a while. Now I'm broke."
"May I use the phone?"
"As long as you pay. your share of it."
"Fine."
She called Andrew in Lahaska.
"I wanted to let you know that I'm fine. I have a place to stay and I am all right."
She gave him the number, promised to call him in several days, and sat down to the dinner which Ruth prepared. Later she met Rae and got the job. She was set for at least a short stay in Chicago.
CHAPTER THREE
"Lilly, Darling," Ruth called, "breakfast is ready. Hurry out here. Get your fucking buns to the table, Cunt."
Lilly laughed as she walked through the apartment. Ruth talked like that, she knew, and it was never as a threat or as a nastiness. It was her humor, and, dyke or not, Ruth was an awfully good friend. She provided both home and employment, and was an easy ear to talk to.
"Good morning, Ruth," Lilly beamed. She was off to the antique store in ten minutes to begin her second month in Chicago. "Eggs! What a surprise!"
"The only surprise around here will be when you beg me to eat your pussy. Christ, if you had some man around here it would make a little bit more sense, but, you haven't screwed around in a month. Christ, don't you miss it? Are you a closet nun or something? Eat your eggs."
"If I ever decide to sleep with a woman," Lilly said, "I promise you will get the honor. I'm just not up to that yet."
"Fucking shame, too. I'm great in the kip."
"I just bet you are at that."
Ruth got serious for a moment.
"You're moving on soon, aren't you?"
"Yes. I think so. I think Las Vegas, maybe,"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"When?"
"Saturday morning. Four more days."
"You know," Ruth said," I'll really miss you around here, Kid. You're an all right person for a straight. Why do you want to go?"
"I should never stay in one place for more than a month. I get to feeling too at home and then if I ever have to leave it will become too hard."
"The only people who have to leave are people who are afraid of something. What are you afraid of? What's the long story that you haven't told us? Why do you read newspapers every day? Do you expect to see your picture? Are you a convict or something? Did you run with Patty Hearst?"
Lilly started to laugh and she simply could not stop.
"I'm not any of those things," she finally cracked through her laughter. "But, I am running. You're right."
Lilly told Ruth the story of her life and the older woman sat back and stared at her.
"Man, how you could take that shit and ever sleep with another man is something that I cannot understand."
"Those people weren't men, Ruth. They were animals. Let's understand that."
The next four days went along easily. Once or twice Lilly thought of lingering in Chicago for a bit longer, but, she sensed that the time had come to move on. She had spoken to Andrew and he, too, had felt that the best thing would be a new city where she could disappear into the woodwork for at least a week or two.
"The papers in the East are picking up the story, but, they keep running that same picture. They certainly are not looking for a comfortable woman. Head to Vegas for a vacation. And don't work. Try to avoid any great contact with anyone. That way, if anybody is onto you, you can fade out for a spell. Don't call me again until you get to Vegas."
Lilly was frightened. What if she had run this far and got caught? What if she had to face what had happened to that boy on the Chicago bound sleeper? She knew that she would not go back.
Rae, her boss at the store, was sympathetic to her desire to leave Chicago.
"Why stay here if you can go where the sun shines? But, you're good. Any old time that you come back here and want a job, you have one. You know that, right?"
Rae and Lilly had been lovers for years, but, broke up when Rae met Salome Schwartz, the leading feminist in Chicago. Although their romance was short lived, Ruth, still her friend, refused to come back as her lover.
But, on the last night that Lilly was to be in Chicago they socialized. They took the girl to dinner at a very nice little restaurant and then bought her drinks at their favorite dyke bar.
"Ever been in a joint like this?" Rae asked.
"No. It's fun."
"The fun comes afterward, Baby," Ruth said.
Lilly had spent some time thinking about that, too. Could she, in all fairness, leave Chicago without sleeping with Ruth, without giving her the one thing that she most wanted from her.
I don't know yet, she told herself. Maybe I will do it. I'll see when we get home. I'll decide then.
Ruth was cruising Lilly all evening. She was studying her beautiful figure, her full breasts, her petite waist, and she was thinking, Christ, I just have to have this number before she pulls out of here. I just have got to get my tongue into that twat. Make her last night in town memorable.
"What time is your train?" Rae asked.
"Nine."
"Then we should leave and go home."
The three women returned to Ruth's apartment where Ruth opened a bottle of champagne and wished Lilly luck.
"To you, Babe." Rae said.
"Second," said Ruth.
"Thank you," Lilly responded, honestly touched by their gesture.
Lilly smiled across her drink. Yes, she thought, I will do it.
Ruth leaned forward to kiss Lilly for luck. Lilly responded by putting her lips against Ruth's and kissing her full on the mouth. Ruth knew what that meant!
Ruth took Lilly into her arms and pushed her tongue down the girl's throat. Rae came over, moved Ruth momentarily aside, and did the same thing.
"I've been waiting for this since you walked into my store. Christ, you're a beaut.
"Let us make love to you, Lilly," Ruth said.
"I'm going to, right now. Let's just go inside."
The three women went into Ruth's bedroom, and undressed each other carefully, slowly and completely. They got into the big bed and the fun was on.
With Rae caressing her mouth, forcing her tongue down to the gullet, inhaling and exhaling as one with the girl, Lilly felt the wonderful sensation of a mouth on her cunt. Ruth's tongue was darting in and out, in and out, in and out. It had the brutal strength of a hard cock, but the softness of a tit nipple.
The other woman began to turn Lilly over and now Lilly had a double thrill. What Ruth was doing to her cunt, Rae was doing to her ass.
As the two tongues worked on her body from opposite ends she could not help but wonder whether they would meet in the middle.
Lesbians had hands, too, Lilly discovered, and Ruth began to fondle her ample breasts while Rae began to massage her sexy back.
The sensations were completely beyond belief, these two expert women love makers servicing her body to the height of passion and lust, making her joyous as the recipient of their sheer admiration and love.
There was a new sensation now. Lilly felt Rae's tongue working up and down her back, but, there was something else. There was something that felt like a cock pushing it's way into her ass. It was big, fat, rubbery.
Oh! My God! This will tear me open, she thought, but, it didn't. It sailed up her shit canal and began to press in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, much as Ruth's tongue dart as doing to the twat.
"Oh, God. Do it! Do it! Do it! More," Lilly heard herself scream and the two women increased their speed and strength, Ruth biting down on Lilly's clamoring clit. Lilly exploded violently, her body rocking and bouncing and gyrating wildly.
"Oh, more, more, more, more," she sobbed. "Love me some more."
Lilly was fairly drunk as were the other women, but, there was no doubt that they were enjoying themselves, all three of them.
"You do us, too," Ruth said.
Lilly did not know how to do it, but, she was willing to try. She moved down on the bed and nestled her head in Ruth's twitching twat. The hairs were like the hairs around a man's cock. They were just as curly and soft and funny, but the taste of cunt was new, sharper, saucier, and Ruth was dripping cunt syrup all over the place.
Rae positioned herself for Ruth as she had for Lilly. She was the ass sucker of the menage and she was good at it. Lilly sank her tongue into Ruth's cringing crease and ran it around the hole. Then she shoved it all the way in, as far as she could make it go, just as Rae did the same to the shit hole.
Ruth was going crazy. She was crawling the bed on her side, almost leaving the grips of the two other women. She was clutching their heads and shoulders just as she clutched the pillow and the bed post and anything else that was available.
"Eat me, Girls. Eat me dry and out and through. God! Eat me!"
Her orgasm rocked the bed with so much gusto that one slat cracked and the mattress sagged through to the floor.
"That's real screwing," she said as she picked herself up.
Rae was almost delirious now. She was trapped in the mattress as it pressed into the hole of the bed. Her cunt was visible, and that was that. Ruth went first. She knelt and sucked that panting pussy for fifteen minutes. Rae came astonishingly, but Ruth went on. When she tired of it, Lilly took her place, darting her novice tongue into Rae's galvanized gash. Rae came again.
Lilly ate on. Rae came three times before Ruth and Lilly pulled her free of the bed and the three women went to the other bedroom to sleep until it was time for Lilly to get ready to leave.
The two women saw Lilly off at the train. Her luggage had become more ample. She had bought some new clothes in Chicago. Before she boarded the train she pressed an envelope into Ruth's hand.
"That's in case you don't get a new roommate before you find a job."
Lilly kissed both women and boarded the train.
Ruth opened die envelope and found a check for five hundred dollars. She wept as the train left Chicago.
"Are you a dyke?" the man asked.
"I beg your pardon," Lilly asked.
"I said, are you a dyke?"
"Are you a peeping tom?"
Lilly was being sarcastic, but, looking at the man she thought that perhaps she would do better to smile.
"I am not a dyke," she finally said.
"I asked because you were with two dykes."
"They were my sisters," she said with a smile.
"They looked more like your brothers."
"My name is Lilly Grant, what's your?"
"Bart. Bart Maypole."
"Maypole?" she gasped.
"Yeah. Do you want to see it?"
Lilly was laughing now. "What is your name?"
"It's really Maypole. Where are you getting off?"
"This train only goes to Vegas, so where do you suppose I'm getting off?"
Bart Maypole smiled a good smile. He was a tall man, about six five and very blond, Arian, strong, broad, hairy chest nestling out of his open sport shirt.
"You are very correct. I am a teacher. What do you do?"
"Nothing," Lilly answered following Andrew's advice.
"I teach physical education."
"Don't I just bet you do?" she quipped. "If I weren't a lady I would find some place right on this train where you could give me a little physical education right now."
Even as she said it, she knew that she was serious. It had been over a month since she had slept with Paul. The only other sex she had had was the one night with Ruth and Rae.
"As a matter-of-fact, we could go into my cabin."
They rose as one and walked to Bart's cabin. It was small, and she wondered for a moment how he could sprawl out. She soon found out. He was naked before she could get the door locked. She saw that he had an exceptionally fine body, muscular, athletic and hung like a pony, a large, large dong and two watermelon sized balls dangling behind it.
"Get undressed," he said, not at all unkindly.
She began to strip as he began to massage his magnificent dork to its full ten inches.
That prong is a ding dong, la de fucking da cock, she thought to herself. That is the perfection of the body.
She was naked now and parading before him in the limited space available. She needed this. She could feel the juice seeping down her thighs. She wanted this man to be inside of her. She needed a man and she was unashamed to show it.
Bart was kissing her tits, massaging them, cupping them, eating her shoulder blades. He knelt and massaged her legs and her cunt, but, he didn't eat her. He rose and lifted her in the air so that her snatch was lined up with his. Lilly did not believe that this man was about to fuck her suspended in the air.
He drew her closer to him, never faltering, never losing his grip. He got his mammoth cock head into her flying flame and pulled her onto the entire length of the cock. He began to move her body back and forth as he fucked her, offering her a new thrill, something she had never even thought of.
"How do you like it so far?" he asked.
"Fuck me."
She didn't care about position. She wanted him to stay inside of her. If to keep him there she had to be naked and swinging from the club car ceiling she would not have cared.
"Keep that magnificent tool in me, Bart. Fuck me!"
"Somebody will hear you," he said.
"I don't care!" she screamed. "Fuck me."
He moved her up against a wall and really plowed it to her now, pulling his ramming rod all the way out of her cunt and shoving it all the way back in. Her legs were up around his waist now and her arms were clinging to his neck. But, she knew that it was his cock and not her own limbs which kept her securely impaled.
"I wanted to fuck you on the platform," he panted.
"Well, keep doing it now. For God's sake, don't let up!"
They fucked against the wall for an hour wrenching themselves in and out of wild positions until he shot a flaring flood of fuck sauce into her screaming snit. She rocked on his waning cock and pressed her legs into him so forcefully that he feared she had broken one of his ribs.
"That's real fucking," they said in unison. The dressed and went to the club car where he bought her a good lunch. Then they sat and chatted the rest of the trip to Las Vegas.
"So you aren't looking for work?" he asked. "No."
"Don't you need work?"
"No. Isn't it nice not to have to work?"
"I have never known that leisure. I would like to see you in town, that is, if you have no other engagements."
"None. But, I don't know where I'll be staying. Probably the Cotillion."
"I'll call you there."
"Give me your number, Bart, and I will call you."
"Really?"
Lilly smiled. "I will want to fuck while I'm in town. You are a very fine start, don't you think?"
"If you think I'm good, you should see my twin brother."
"I may," she said.
The desk clerk eyed her amorously as he assigned her a room and the bellhop was absolutely lascivious in the leering manner in which he undressed her with his eyes as they rode the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of the hotel.
"Traveling alone?" he asked her.
"Of course," she said, and she gave him a tip.
"If you need somebody to show you around," he said, "give a whistle."
"As long as it's only a whistle you expect me to give," she retorted.
The young man blushed slightly and left the room. She saw that he had a hard-on and she felt a little sorry for him. He was perhaps nineteen and, although she was younger than he, she felt much older.
"Come back here," she called.
He reentered and she silently kicked the door shut and whisked his cock out of his pants.
"I couldn't let you go downstairs with an erection," she said.
"Suck it, Lady."
She did just that. She sat on the edge of the bed and drew his body to her. His cock slid simply and directly into her mouth and she gratified the desirous young man.
Then his hips moved fast and he was fucking her face.
"No rough," she said. "Soft and easy or put your pecker back in its pouch."
He slowed down and she sucked on the sweet young tool. He shot into her throat and she drank his come. She knew that she had made him happy, given him a story to tell his friends. She decided to quote from a movie she had seen recently, an old one which had been on television.
"Thanks," he said.
"Years from now, when you speak of this, and you will," she said, "be kind."
He didn't get it, but, she didn't expect him to. He left and she rinsed out her mouth with Chanel Number 5.
She put in a long distance call to Andrew and told him where she was. Then she called Bart Maypole.
"How would you like to take a girl to a night club?" she asked.
"I can't afford it."
"I can. All you have to bring is your cock."
They laughed and she gave him her room number at the hotel.
"I'll toss you a fast fuck before we go out," he said.
"Okay. I have some catching up to do." She showered, redressed, and took a walk around the hotel, stopping once or twice to look at items in the boutiques. She met her bell hop friend and he smiled at her.
"Recovered?" she quipped, and she walked on.
She was back at her room at eight to meet Bart.
"I thought we could have a drink or two here before we left."
They took a bottle of scotch and two glasses onto the terrace and they poured stiff drinks as they gazed at the exciting view of the Vegas strip.
"I don't want you to think that I'm only here because I want to fuck you again," Bart said. "I really enjoyed our conversation, too."
"So did I."
"That's good."
"We're like old friends," she said.
"Yeah."
"So, let's fuck for old time's sake."
They were on the floor of the terrace, his stiff cock riding up and his fingers worked to slip down her panties. They were down and he was inside of her, plowing her cunt, her ass rubbing against the harsh concrete.
It was not bad with Bart. He was, despite the size of his body and cock, a gentle lover and she knew that a month without sex was too much. She was not behaving as she liked to behave, but, she was horny and that was that. There was only one good way to amputate horns.
"Fuck me," she said.
"I'm fucking you, Lilly."
"More. Fuck me more."
From the next terrace a voice said, "Can't you fuck privately. Why does my life have to revolve around cunts and cocks?"
They kept fucking. If the man next door didn't enjoy a good thing, then that was his hard luck.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fu ck me," she sobbed.
Bart was delighted to oblige.
No wonder he taught physical ed, she thought. He could write the text book. I never thought that a teacher could fuck, let alone fuck like this.
Her head was spinning from the scotch and the fucking, but, she clung to Bart and relished the treatment she was getting as his hips roved up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, sending his big banger in and out, in and out, in and out, of her versatile vag.
"I'm going to come," he said, but he needn't have. She was coming herself, banging her body against the hard, cold stone floor, as he shot another load of gymnastic gism into her pearly pot.
"Where shall we eat?" she asked.
They had a good dinner and caught Frank Sinatra's show. Then they went to a casino where she decided to place a small bet, dropped a chip inadvertently on one number, and came away three thousand dollars richer.
"You are incredible," he said.
"La di fucking da," she responded.
They walked around the strip, dropping in here and there for a drink, and she won yet another five hundred dollars from a one armed bandit.
"That's my gambling for my stay in Vegas."
Bart laughed. "That's your expense money for your stay in Vegas."
He was right. She would not have to dip into her funds.
They went back to the room and shared yet another fuck and she took the sizzling sizer into her throat and sucked the sauce from it.
"Tomorrow, if you would like, I will introduce you to my brother."
"I would like."
And so, the following day Lilly went to the pool and rested in the sun, stopping her rest only to walk to the bar for yet another drink. She swam all day, enjoying the luxury of having a pool at her feet. She knew that every man in the hotel who saw her in her little bikini wanted to fuck her and she thought that she might just let one or two of them have a go at it.
"Telephone for Miss Graves. Telephone for Miss Graves. Will Miss Graves pick up the nearest hotel phone."
It must be Bart, she thought, and she walked to the phone at the bar.
"Hello. There is a call for me."
"Lilly. Andrew."
"Hi."
"Lilly, how much cash do you have out there?"
"Thirty five hundred that I won and another six or seven hundred. Why?"
"I have a feeling that they are moving in on you. There have been a lot of questions asked around here. Your old picture cropped up. I think it might be best if we dropped contact for a week or two. Can you move to a different hotel and change your name again?"
"If I must. Are you sure it's necessary?"
"No. But, why take chances."
"I'll move across the street to the Rancho. My new name will be Della Hall."
"I'll be in New York tomorrow," Andrew said, "so I will call you from there."
Lilly went back to her room and packed. She went to the desk and checked out. Then she walked to the Rancho and took a room.
She called Bart to tell him she had moved. She was not going to miss that brother of his.
"Why did you move?"
"The bellhop across the street was trying to come on with me. Listen, I'm in room 711. Always ask for me by room number."
"I'll be my with my brother at six or seven."
"Fine."
She hung up and waited for Andrew's call.
"I don't know what is happening. You are all over the newspapers in this burg. But, they still don't have a new picture. Paul says that there were more questions asked in Lahaska today, so it's not the best scene. We have no way of knowing."
She rushed downstairs and bought the New York papers. There she was again, but, young, young, young. She knew that she did not look like the girl in the picture. The story said that she was suspected to have stayed in Pennsylvania and then moved south. Was that a ploy? Did they know she had gone west?
I can't worry about that, she said to herself. I simply cannot worry about that now.
She took a swim and then showered and slipped into a negligee. She was waiting for the gym teacher and his brother. She would take on the two of them. With two men who looked like that and who had cocks like that she knew that she could forget about her problem in no time at all.
Please get here soon, Bart, she thought. I don't want to be alone. Please do get here soon. Please. Then she heard the knock on her door.
"Lilly? It's Bart."
She opened the door and smiled at the two remarkable twins. They had come when she most needed them.
And they were sure to keep that up!
Bart said, "Lilly, this is my brother, Bret."
"Bart and Bret Maypole. I don't believe it."
She looked at them closely. They were absolutely identical. They were incredible. They were the two sexiest things she had ever seen. She wanted to lunge at them and to get fucked by both of them together, two massive cocks splitting the innards of her cunt, but, she knew that she had to be more patient.
"Be cool," she said aloud, and she moved forward to shake Bret's hand. The room spun and she fainted.
When she came to, the Maypole boys were looking down at her with concern written all over their faces.
"Wow," Bret said, "you really scared us. We thought you died."
"Too much sun. I've gotten too much sun," she said.
"Sure you're not pregnant?" Bart asked.
"Oh, of course I'm not pregnant. Why would I do something stupid like that?"
"Are you all right?" Bret asked.
"I feel weak. A little dizzy. I can't breathe." The new brother reached into his pocket and pulled out a little capsule. He snapped it under her nose and she could feel the blood rush through her as her head cleared completely. She felt her desires rising incredibly. She felt like a sexual volcano.
"Who of you guys wants to go first?" she asked. "And get some more of those. We can have fun."
"I have plenty of them," Bret said.
The two men undressed. They were identical.
"Well?" she asked.
They stood her up between them and each used her jar of cold cream to oil his monsterish might. Then each took her from a different end, Bart in her ass and Bret in her cunt.
"We'll put Bret up front," Bart said, "so that you can get to know each other."
And they did.
The two men plowed into her with exact rhythm. They should have been musicians, she thought. Their cocks were sizzling, writhing within her cunt walls and her ass canal. She was uncontrollable, sputtering and muttering as the two huge men lionized her body.
"Fuck me, both of you. Fuck me, fuck me. More," she was screaming.
"Give her a popper, Bret," Bart called.
Bret reached for another popper and cracked it under her nose. She reeled and jolted and came with such velocity that both of them thought their cocks would break.
"They both shot massive loads into her, one into her ass and the other into her cunt. The three of them dropped down to the floor where they disassembled themselves and rested. "I told you we were identical."
Lilly laughed. "You are."
She sucked Bret's cock back to full power, then did the same to Bart's.
"I think we should try once more, but, you should change places."
The three joined in another mad fuck, and again the popper was brought out, this time not one, but, three, and the three people skyrocketed to heights unknown in the annals of Las Vega lovemaking. When they were finished, exploded, spent, they showered, redressed, and went to Roy Rogers Restaurant for a roast beef sandwich and six choruses of "Happy Trails to You."
Lilly played her chances and won an additional thousand dollars that night. She liked winning money. She liked winning. That was her new life.
She didn't respond when she walked back into the lobby of the hotel and was addressed by the night clerk as Miss Hall. She had been Lilly Graves for several months now and that was her true existence. She did not respond to another name.
"Miss Hall," the man called again. "There was a phone message from Pennsylvania and there were two men here to see you."
She froze.
This is not going to happen, she told herself as the elevator took her to her room. They are not going to get me.
She placed a call to Andrew in Lahaska.
"I don't know about the men. They're probably F.B.I. I was questioned when I got back today. I told them that I met you on the bus and that your name was Lilly Graves, that you are twenty and that I know nothing about your past. If they are onto you out there, get out and move.
Lilly wasted no time. She packed her belongings quickly, forcing them all into the one largest suitcase and purposely damaged the other bags so that there would be a logical excuse for leaving them behind. She rushed to the elevator and snuck across the lobby. Stashing her bag for a moment she went back in and paid for her room.
"I would rather pay one day at a time," she said.
Then she called Bart.
"Have you a car?"
"Yes."
"How would you like to drive me to L.A.?"
"Now?"
"No, in a week. Of course now!"
"I have school tomorrow."
She had only one other acquaintance in Vegas, Bret Maypole. He agreed to meet her immediately. Within half an hour she was on her way to Los Angeles.
"Thank you for doing this for me. It really is great of you."
"I enjoyed this evening. I don't mind helping you."
They drove in silence. He asked no questions, and she offered no answers. She had no idea of where she would stay or what she would do in Los Angeles. She did not have access to Andrew's money, at least not for the moment, although she had written the bank and authorized Andrew to withdraw money from her account.
In the darkness she looked at the handsome man next to her and she shivered. She was fourteen years old, she was on her own, and she was running. She had slept with this man. He had been in her ass and in her cunt. She had done everything. And still, she was running. She was getting tired of running.
"Could we stop for some coffee?" she asked.
"Next stop, okay?"
"Thanks," she said.
Bret turned out to be a nice friend who was willing to help her. He reminded her of Andrew and Paul and he reminded her of Bob, the young doctor.
I wonder whether or not I will ever see him again, she thought as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I hope so. I really hope so.
She and Bret looked at each other and drank their coffee. He drove her into Los Angeles and left her in front of the Holiday Inn.
"You'll be all right," he said, and he drove off.
She was alone.
CHAPTER FOUR
Los Angeles was a new trip for her. She had to select a new name and she did. She was scouting rooming houses looking for a place to live and when she finally found something remotely suitable, a small, but comfortable room with decent though plain furniture, she was ready for the elderly landlady's question.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Delphina Daley."
"Such a nice name. You have family here?"
"No. I want to be an actress."
"Oy," the woman said, but she handed her the key. "That's a hundred dollars in advance." Lilly handed her the money.
"Cash? Nice."
"Good night."
The landlady snarled a bit. "I wasn't going."
"I'm terribly tired. Please forgive me."
The woman left and Lilly, now Delphina, opened her purse and took out the black hair dye that she had bought.
New town, new look, new identity, she thought.
She didn't sleep at all. How could she when she knew that the feds were on her trail?
How did Patty Hearst sleep? Lilly was alone and frightened and she didn't like that.
She rose early, surveyed her new hair and dressed. Then she went out for breakfast and began to look for a job. This was not easy, either, as she had to find one off the books and one which she could handle with very little experience. She ruled out antiques because she was afraid she would be traced.
"No, we don't need anyone," she was told repeatedly.
Four days of the same gruel and still no work. Thank God for the Las Vegas money. She had to find some way to earn more, though.
On the fifth day things began to look a little less grim. She landed a job as a typist for a small plumbing contractor who was willing to pay her off the books to the tune of one hundred dollars a week. Her rent was one bill per month, so that left her a good deal for living expenses.
Maybe things were starting. Lilly, and she did think of herself as Lilly, went to the movies that night and saw a double feature. Then she treated herself to Spanish food at Senior Pico's. She wandered back to her room and read until she fell asleep.
The following day she reported to work. The owner of the firm, a man named Will Wiggins, was about sixty, short, bald, and pot bellied. Nonetheless, he propositioned her within her first ten minutes in the office and she slapped him across the face.
"Get your ass out of here, Cunt," he yelled.
She picked up her purse and stormed out. She was back where she had started.
Three more days of walking and she still did not have a job. She walked into a bar and took a stool.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Gin rickey, please. Lots of ice."
"You look beat."
The man was about forty and not bad looking. He was going to fat, but, he was attractive in a soft way.
"I just got into town and found a job after days and the bastard propositioned me and I slapped him and he fired me and now I don't have a job again."
"Can you mix a drink?" the man asked.
"I can buy a book."
"I need a barmaid for the day shift. My customers would rather be served by a broad, excuse me, a woman. The last girl went off and got pregnant. You want the job?"
"What does it pay?"
"A bill a week off the books plus tips."
"You've got yourself a barmaid."
She started immediately, finishing her own drink and slipping behind the bar. Within two hours she was building a following, a clientele, and she was enjoying the men as much as they seemed to be enjoying her.
She still found it hard to answer to any name other than Lilly, but, here she was Delphina and she was getting praised and tipped. And she was getting good tips.
Life was a little easier. The pressure seemed to be off, at least for the time being. She relaxed a bit. Her social life was nil. She had no friends other than her boss and he remained aloof, sensing correctly that she did not want an involvement.
"You happy here?" he asked after the first week was up.
"Oh, yes, thank you."
"I'm happy to have you here. You're a good kid. How old are you anyway."
She decided to press her luck. "Twenty-three. People tell me I look younger, though."
"The customers would like you at any age."
And so she worked. She managed to get word to Andrew that she was well and that she was okay for money. That was the most she could communicate. His telephones were bugged and they both knew it.
Into her second week on the job, she was beginning to feel at home in the old pub. She liked the roughish men who came in. They were rough, but, not like her family. They were burly drinkers, most of them with beer bellies, and they were loud when they were drunk, but they treated her like a queen and brought her silly gifts and made her feel great.
"Why don't you let me take you out," Jim Mahoney asked her. He was a nice guy, a construction worker, and she liked him well enough to go out with him.
"Maybe someday."
"How about Friday night?" he asked insistently.
She checked with the boss to see if she were allowed to date a customer. Told that she could, she went back to Jim.
"You've got yourself a date."
He picked her up at the stroke of seven, smiling shyly across the collar of his best shirt. "Where would you like to eat?" he asked. "No preference. I'm new in town, remember. I don't know where to go."
"I have a favorite little spot."
They drove about fifty miles to a village that looked like an early American seaport and they ate fish dinners on a terrace overlooking the Pacific.
"I'm glad I came with you."
"Are you? Really?"
"Yes."
"Will you go to bed with me?"
"You're pretty blunt," she said.
"I don't see any reason to lie to you and say that I don't want to make love to you."
"You just won the argument."
"How?" he asked.
"You said that you want to make love to me, not to fuck me. That's very important to me."
"To my wife, too."
"Oh."
"I didn't want to lie to you about that, either. Look, Delphina, I got the impression that you are the kind of girl who hangs free, who doesn't get involved in big romances. I'm the kind of guy who did once and I'm stuck with it. But, I do screw around. And I'm good in bed, or so I'm told. By everyone except my wife. She turned me off three years ago."
"We'll just have to see if I can turn you back on."
They finished their dinner and walked around the little village. He bought her a silver pendant which she wore immediately. It was the first piece of jewelry that had ever been bought especially for her by somebody else, and she knew that she would cherish it."
"Want to head back?" he asked.
"Not just yet. It's nice here. I want to stand with your arms around me and watch the ocean. I want to be as free as that ocean."
He kissed her. He kissed her the way his wife would not let him kiss her. The ocean breeze ran through their hair as they joined in a warm, exciting, vibrant, magnificent embrace. r "I want you so much," he whispered.
"Let's go back to my place."
They drove back to L.A. and went to her room. He undressed her like a father undresses his baby girl and she was amazed by his gentleness.
"I wish I had met you ten years ago," he said. "I would have fallen for you instead of for my wife."
"Let's not think about her. You're with me.
Think of me."
He undressed and she saw his body for the first time. It was chunky, gone to fat in some places, but, not unattractive. It was boyish and pleasant and she found herself liking it.
"Do you like to get sucked?" she asked.
"Yeah."
He sprawled across the bed and she ate his cock, taking it fully down her throat, treating it to a wonderful spit bath, teasing it with her tongue, using her tongue like a whirlpool, and he moaned softly and enjoyed her expertise.
When he had come in her mouth and she had drunk the scum as she would have drunk one of her own drinks, she lay next to him and massaged the red-gold curls on his chest.
"You really are nice," he said.
"So are you."
"You make me feel like a man again."
"Oh, you are a man," she said. "You are a very fine man. And, if your wife doesn't appreciate you, that is her stupidity, not yours. Now, let's really make love."
He embraced her and kissed her manfully, his body crushing hers, but doing it' with a softness.
"Let's make it."
He changed his position so that he was on top of her and he eased his prick between the lips of her amorous cunt.
"That's it, Jim."
"Can you take it?"
Lilly moaned. "I can take it from you."
He glided his strength between her cunt lips and into the grand canal of her passion. His hips moved slowly, grinding the cock into the cunt like a drill working its way into a fine piece of teak wood.
"Fuck me good," she said.
"I will, Baby. I will."
Jim rode on, enjoying the warmth which emanated from he perfect body, loving the sliding sensation he felt swimming in her cunt sauce.
"Good fucking, Jim. Good, good fucking."
He was happy in her. He felt right. She was the best he had ever had.
Then he came and came and came and so did she.
They rested next to one another, their hands stroking the other's privacies.
"You know what?" she said. "I think we can make it one more time."
"Okay."
They fucked again.
Theirs was a good night, and when morning came they were still in bed together.
"What will you tell you wife?"
"Oh, I don't tell her anything any more. When she turned me off I stopped telling her anything. I don't answer to her."
"I'm sad for you."
"Don't be sad. Just see me more often. I really like you, Delphina and I would like to see you very regularly."
"That's not my style. I could move on at any point."
"Then please, see me while you are here. That's fair, isn't it? No pressure, no promises, but, while you stay, stay with me."
She didn't know whether or not she was being wise, but, she didn't like being alone and she did like Jim.
"You're on," she said, "but, keep it away from the bar, okay?"
"Fine."
They began to see each other often. She was happy with him and he was happy with her. He spent his weekends in her room. He even seemed to like being there when she was not there because it made him feel closer to her.
She still read the papers every day and found that she was hot copy, but, when she saw the name Morganna Muffe it wasn't hers. After two months, even Lilly Graves began to seem foreign.
The investigators were looking for her, that much was clear. But, there did not seem to be any immediate threat to her freedom.
She and Jim went out together. They laughed together. They fucked together. She put him on a diet and in no time at all he was getting back into shape. He was more fun to fuck with, too, because he had the strength to hold his come until he knew that she wanted it.
"Do you love me?" he asked her.
Paul had asked her that. She hadn't known the answer then and she didn't know it now.
"Jim, I don't know what love is. I care about you a great deal, and I want what is best for you. If that is love, then I love you."
"You don't fuck with me just out of pity, do you?"
"Lilly Graves doesn't fuck out of pity."
"Lilly Graves?"
She had slipped. She had always known that someday she would.
"That's my real name, Jim. I used Delphina Daley here so that I couldn't be found."
"By whom?"
"By my husband."
She was lying, but, that was safer for both of them.
"You have problems, too."
She smiled. "Who doesn't? Except for dead people?"
Jim pressed her body to his and held her.
"I won't tell anyone. I'll keep your secret."
"Thanks."
Their relationship went on for another month and another and soon she had been in Los Angeles for four months. Things were going all right.
She was still hot copy, but, there was no sign of trouble. She had been away for seven months now and she was surviving. It would have to end someday, but, not just yet, and not any way but the way she chose.
She and Jim drove to Mexico for a weekend and ate chili and bought silly hats. They drank rum and relaxed. They drove back to her room and saw the fire engines.
There it was. Her building was gone and with it her clothes and what few possessions she had. She thanked God that she had put all of her money into a safety deposit box.
"Where do I go now?" she asked.
"I'll help you find a place."
"Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I should move on."
"No." He set her up for the night in a flea bag hotel and picked her up in the morning to help her to look for a room. They walked and walked and found nothing. She spent another night in the hotel. He stayed with her because she was afraid to be alone.
She took a day off from work to continue the room hunt, but, she still found nothing. This was it, she knew. She had a small shopping bag of clothes, and that was it. She had just bought them, her only purchase since the fire.
I guess I've finished L.A., she thought to herself. There is really nothing else here.
She wandered over to Jim's plant to see him just once more.
"Mr. Mahoney, please," she asked.
"Mr. Mahoney had an accident this morning," the receptionist said.
"Was he injured badly. What hospital is he in?"
"He's dead, Miss."
It was as though a rock had crashed into her skull. Jim, who was so gentle and kind to her, was dead. She touched the locket that he had given her. It was just not possible, she thought. Jim can't be dead. He can't be.
She went to her safety deposit box and took our her money. She converted the entire stash into traveler's checks so that she would feel safe with it. She used the name Lilly Graves.
I was happy as Lilly Graves, she thought. I'll be happy as Lilly Graves again.
She went to the bus terminal and she studied the schedule. The first bus leaving L.A. was going to San Francisco. She took it. Anything to get away.
The bus droned on and on for four long hours. She tried to sleep. It was useless. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Jim Mahoney and felt his body against hers. She watched as a severe rain storm began to hit the windows of the bus and she began to cry. The tears slid down her face as strongly as the rain hit the window.
Why did he die? There is no fairness in that, she thought.
The bus went on.
When they stopped for lunch she ate only a yogurt and a tossed salad. She threw up. She could not stop crying.
She reached a phone booth and called Andrew.
"Meet me in San Francisco, Papa Andrew. Please. I can't bear to be alone for another minute."
"It would be dangerous."
"Please."
"I'll send Paul."
"Papa, I need you."
"I'll catch the first plane I can get. As soon as you get there check all American Airlines flights. I'll fly from New York in about three hours. If I'm questioned I'll say it's business." She waited at the airport. One flight landed and Andrew was not on it. He was on the next. When she saw him enter the terminal she rushed into his arms and began to sob. He embraced. her and led her to the baggage section where he redeemed his one bag.
"Have you any luggage?"
She told him about the last week and he understood why she had called. He arranged for adjoining rooms in a motel near the airport. He had flown as Anthony Dale. He took the rooms for Anthony Dale and daughter.
With Andrew next to her she could cope. He stayed for a week and they rebuilt her life. They bought some clothes and took in two shows and she began to feel like herself again. She began to feel like Lilly Graves.
"Thank God for you, Papa Andrew," she said.
"And for you. I need you just as much as you need me."
She clutched him. She adored him.
"You are really my father."
"I want to be. I want to find a way to do it legally. I want to take you back east with me and adopt you."
"There's no way. My family won't allow it and you would get into trouble."
"No. I could swing that. Trust me."
Lilly was frightened by the thought, but, she liked it and she wanted it.
"Somehow we can have what we want," Andrew told her. "Incidentally, I have a message for you. A young man came to the store. He had recognized your picture. He said knew you when you looked like that. He seemed sincere so I told him more than I probably should have, but, he sent you a note."
Andrew reached into his jacket and handed her a crumpled note.
"I am still thinking of you. Please know that." It was signed, "Doctor Bob Graves."
"Andrew," she said, "when can we leave here?"
They spent two more days in San Francisco arranging their thoughts and their plans. Paul was called and told to arrange a hotel room in New York. He was also told to find Bob Graves and to take the room in his name.
"Bob will help," Lilly said. "Why else would he bother writing?"
They flew first to Chicago so that they could test the climate surrounding the case in the middle west. The newspapers were still full of it, but, not to any threatening level.
"I wish this were over," she said.
"It will be soon."
"Really?"
"Lilly, you will be free. But, remember, it's another year and a half at least before you can consider marrying your young doctor."
"How did you know that I wanted to marry him?"
"That's why you chose his name, isn't it?"
"Yes."
They flew to Newark as a ploy.
"Newark? Do you mean that after Chicago, Vegas, L.A. and San Francisco, I have to put up in a burg like Newark?"
"It will give us time."
Andrew drove into New York and met with Bob Graves. He had been contacted by Paul and readily agreed to. help. They chose a small apartment for her, a cheapie, in the theatre district near where she and Bob had met.
"Is she all right?" Bob asked.
"She's fine. Her hair is a different color. Otherwise, she's fine."
"I want so much to see her."
"She wants to see you."
"I don't believe," Bob said "that I'm in love with a girl who isn't even fifteen."
"She has done a lot on living in fourteen and a half years. More than most people do." Bob blushed. "She's done more loving, too."
"Will that bother you?"
"No."
"Are you sure?" asked Andrew.
"I came to find her, didn't I?"
"Yes."
The two men dined together, then went back to the apartment and cleaned it up. It was after midnight when Andrew left to return to Newark.
"Everything all right?" Lilly asked when she saw him.
"Everything's just fine. Now, we will hold you up in New York for a while, at least while I find out how to go about what I want to do. We have no way of knowing how long that may take."
"Andrew, if you and Bob are involved in it, I don't care how long it takes I just don't want to be alone. When Jim died, I didn't know where to turn. It all got to me, Papa Andrew. It all got to me."
He held her in his arms and cradled her as he had his own daughter until she was asleep.
Two days later he rented a car and drove Lilly into New York. She cringed slightly when she saw the old neighborhood, the first place she had known in New York, but, she was happy when she saw the bell that said R. Graves.
Andrew gave her the key and left her.
"I cannot see you while you are in New York. Bob will be your contact, but, his hours are rough."
"Can I go out?"
"Yes, but wear hats and jeans. Cover yourself as much as you can."
She let herself into the apartment. It was small, but, charming, and she was happy to be there.
I think I will make it. I'll be all right.
At nine o'clock she was still alone and shaky. She hated being alone.
The television was working, but, she was not thrilled with any show. She was tense. At twelve twenty the door opened. She looked up and saw the young man with the medical suit.
"Bob."
She ran into his arms and he held her and she knew she was safe.
"Help me, Bob. Help me make it through the night."
They clung to each other. They undressed. They made love for the first time since that first night so many months ago.
"I love you, Lilly. I've loved you all along. Do you love me?"
This time it was easy.
"Yes, Bob. I love you."
CHAPTER FIVE
"How are you doing?" Bob's voice asked her on the telephone.
"I get along. I watch the TV in the afternoon. I talk to God, dial a prayer."
"Good."
"I miss you when you aren't here. I never thought we'd meet again this way. I'm not afraid."
"You needn't be. This will all work out. Wait and see."
"See you later?" Lilly asked.
"Of course. You are so nice to come home to," he told her.
"That's because you are so easy to love," she countered. "I think of all the things you are when I'm by myself, alone, and the raindrops keep falling over head."
It had rained all week and she was weary of counting the drops as they slapped against the window pane. Nonetheless, she dared not go out more than she absolutely had to. She had gone out only once in three days and that was to buy Tampax, She stared out of the window and watched the people. She saw children hardly older, if older, than she coming home from school to totally uncomplicated lives and she envied them.
But, she knew that her life could never again be totally uncomplicated, and she knew that she didn't care as long as she got where she was going.
Speaking aloud in the silent apartment, she said, "this is my life, and I don't give a damn. I want to live it."
She sprawled across her bed and spread her legs wide apart. This was the bed on which Bob had been fucking her. This was special. She thought of him and instantly the fuck sauce was trickling out of her sopping cunt and onto the sheet.
Lilly ran her hands over her cunt. She tickled the hairs that sprang from around her twat and she dove a finger deep inside.
"Bob," she moaned.
Lilly reached into a drawer and drew out an eight inch vibrator. She dipped it into some vaseline, smeared the goo along the plastic tip, and plunged the hard fake cock into her humping hole. She turned the top of the machine and it began to move inside of her.
"Bob. Fuck me, Bob."
The vibrator soared inside of her and tickled and tingled her insides. It massaged her cunt lining as it teased it. It reached against the clit and teased that, too, and she was coming. Lilly bounded up off of the bed, jolting, bouncing, screaming Bob's name.
Then it happened.
Lilly reached down to turn off the vibrator and to remove it from her cunt, but, she pushed on it instead and the machine, still turned on, slid into her so that she could not reach it.
"Jesus Christ," she said aloud. "Oh, Jesus Christ."
She tried to dig her fingers into her cunt, but, that only seemed to push the fake fuck stick in further. She stood in front of a mirror to see it, but could not manage the awkward position which she needed. She got onto the bed on all fours and tried jumping to slip it out, but, it was wedged deeply inside her twat and not a thing that she did seemed able to jolt it free.
And it was still turned on!
Lilly could feel the vibrator moving slowly against the innards of her body. It was a strange sensation, like a cock in full orbit, but, somehow, freed of a body and left to roam its pastures alone. She knew that she could not go to a hospital for treatment, and she knew that Bob was in surgery. All that she could do was to lie still and wait and hope that the machine which was beginning to excite her terribly would cause no actual damage.
Hours went by and die lay there. She watched the rain end and turn to a rainbow, and she watched that give way to night. And the fucker was still tingling inside of her.
Won't the batteries ever go out, she wondered. Won't it ever turn off.
But, it was sensational.
An internal whirlpool. And she was exhausted from orgasm after orgasm as the pecker poker probed almost up to her pancreas.
The door opened and Bob entered. He got scared when he saw her lying there, naked her legs apart, looking frazzled, and shaking involuntarily.
"What is it?" he said as he ran to her.
"My vibrator is stuck in me."
He probed his fingers into her cunt and she came furiously.
"Try not to come if you want me to get it out. How long has this been in you?"
"Seven hours."
Bob blanched.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"No. It's great, except that I was afraid to move. I think I've come twenty-three times." Bob went quickly to work and within minutes the intruder was out and she was in his arms uninjured.
"It's lucky that it didn't tear anything," he said to her.
"But what a way to get injured."
They sat down and ate the Chinese food which he brought home, then retired to fuck.
It was very strange to feel a live cock inside of her after the escapade with the vibrator. It had been hard and cold. Bob was hard and hot, hard and supple, hard and wonderful, even if he was not battery run.
His cock moved inside of her with soft, forceful strokes, massaging the violated area, repairing it with Noxzema. What a way to get a therapeutic massage!
"I love being with you," he whispered, his cock sliding in and out of her slippery, hot, juicing cunt.
"Fuck only me always," she said.
"I want to."
"Fuck me."
Her legs tightened around him and she came. He jolted strongly in her clutches and shot a river of red hot come into her honey pot.
"Was that better than the vibrator?" he asked.
"Oh, was it ever? Bob, hold me tight." They slept in each other's arms. As she fell asleep she could still feel the after effects of the vibrator. She could still feel it shivering and quivering inside of her. She wondered for how many days that feeling would continue.
On the following day she ventured out of the apartment to buy some food. She was approached by a policeman and she shook. "Hey, you," he called.
"Yes," she replied.
"I want to talk to you."
She waited wondering whether or not the end had come.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Wanna fuck?"
"I beg your pardon?"
The policeman was young and handsome.
"I asked if you want to fuck."
Lilly told him, "I'm married."
"But, do you want to fuck?"
"No," she said coldly.
"If you don't I'm gonna say you tried to pick me up."
Lilly knew that she could not risk any kind of publicity. She could certainly not risk an arrest, even if for a trumped up charge.
"Where do we go," she asked.
"My place."
The policeman lived in an apartment only two blocks from her own and she followed him there with trepidation. At least he was handsome and clean. But, she did not want to ball him.
"You're gonna like this," he said as he stripped out of his clothes and revealed a great body and an easy ten inch cock.
"I doubt it."
"You're gonna do it anyway and you're gonna stop being a wise-ass."
Lilly looked at him coldly and she became the hooker again.
"Shut up and let's fuck."
She undressed and got into bed.
Although she did not want to sleep with him, she could not help but be turned on by the perfection of his body and when she felt his massive member dart into her tingling twat she thought she would explode.
"Fuck me, Copper," she said. "Fuck me good."
He plowed his tool into her snatch and drove it home with a vengeance.
"Take it, Baby, the way you were meant to. You're a woman and your were meant to take cock. Take it. Take my cock."
"Fuck me."
Her legs were tight around him and her fingers were digging into his back. This was not love, she knew. This was pure, unadulterated lust, and she was his total slave. She loved it. She wanted it.
"Come on, Copper. Give it some gusto. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me, Copper."
He worked on, pulling his cock all the way out of her steaming seam and then shoving it all the way back in with wild know how. He rushed on and on and on, in and out, all the way in and all the way out, more, more, more, more, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, more, fuck, more, fuck, more, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Jesus!" she screamed. "Fuck me."
"I'm going to shoot! I'm shooting."
Her willing body rose high off of the bed and crashed into him as she accepted his sperm deposit into her bank.
"You're a good lay, Babe," he said as he slipped into his uniform.
"You're not bad, yourself."
They walked out of the building together and she went home and compared her thoughts about Bob and the policeman. Bob was gentle and kind, but the cop sure had the nightstick over any other man she had ever met.
The telephone rang.
"Hi," Bob said.
"Hello young lover," she told him.
"What are you up to?"
"I've just been doing some of my favorite things."
"No vibrator stuck today?"
"That was yesterday, so let it be."
"I'll be home a little early."
"If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake. But, home is where the heart is, so come back to me."
"After I met you and lost you," Bob said softly, "I kept asking myself what did I have that I don't have? I thought of a lot of things, but, they were you. They were you."
"That's amore, Bob."
She hung up and prepared dinner for her lover. The policeman was a good casual fuck, but, Bob was steady and she loved him.
When he came home they embraced and kissed and fucked. Then he drank her cunt sauce, licking it from her thighs. They ate dinner in comparative silence.
"Do you want to go to a movie?" he asked. "Can we?"
"Let's risk it."
They fucked again, dressed, and went to see "Billy Jack" at the New Amsterdam Theatre on West 42nd Street.
They ate popcorn and necked and watched the movie. Midway through it Lilly dropped to her knees and sucked Bob's cock in the dark. He shot his gism down her throat and then bought her a coke.
"Thanks," she said, sipping it and having more pop com.
"My pleasure."
When the movie was over they walked home in the night, walking up Ninth Avenue because it was more quiet than Eighth. They were nearing their comer when a group of seven Puerto Rican youths appeared out of a doorway and dragged them up the stairs into a tenement apartment.
The youths stripped their two prisoners and tied Bob naked to a chair. Then they lined up, themselves naked, and approached Tilly She was tied to the bed, unable to move, a gag in her mouth so that she could not scream.
It took only one look to see that the youths had cocks which ranged from a comfortable eight inches to one that must have been fourteen.
The biggest one went first, dry fucking her savagely while the others looked on. Her head spun with excitement as the incredible fuck stick tore her insides. This was misery, but, it was joy.
The thirteen incher went next, and down the line, until they were down to the smallest cock there. It was comfortable to feel eight inches going into her tunnel after she had taken six massive doses.
She was almost delirious with the excitement of the gang bang. This was a new scene for her and she liked new scenes.
Even Bob, horrified at being unable to help her, found his own cock rising as he watched her being fucked and re-fucked by the sexy attackers.
The attacking throng saw that Bob was erect, his cock rock hard at attention. Without a word, they untied him and led him to Lilly. They helped him to mount her, and they positioned the tired man so that his throbbing rod slid into her abused crevice. Then they tied the two together so that there was no means of escape.
The seven men removed Bob's gag for long enough to learn his address. Then they packed his and Lilly's clothes and carried the two, naked and bound together in fucking, down the stairs and around the comer to their building. They took them in and left them tied, their possessions packed and next to them, in the hall outside of their door.
For Lilly and Bob this was a strange event. They were naked and fucking in the hall, certain to be embarrassed by the passing of any neighbor. Yet, they were lucky not to have been robbed or beaten, and they were enjoying a fabulous, slow fuck. With no freedom for motion, they were constantly joined and pulsating together, their pulses functioning as one.
So they remained for three hours, nobody aware that they were in the hall. At six in the morning they heard a door open above them and they heard footsteps on the stairs. Turning their heads slightly they say Hildegarde Hapgood, their upstairs neighbor, a kindergarten teacher who wore horn -rimmed glasses and a bun.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Graves," she said. "Let me take the gags out of your mouths."
When they were able to speak Bob said, "could you untie us? I have to dress for work."
Hildegarde cut their ropes with a pen knife and smiled at them as they rose, naked and spent.
"How nice to see you this early. I seldom meet neighbors when I leave in the morning. How did you tie yourselves up like that?"
"We didn't," Lilly said, not quite believing the stupidity of the woman. "We were attacked."
"Whomever attacked you," the spinster said, "must have liked you a lot. I would just love to have one mad sexual experience. You don't suppose that we could go for a quick three way right now. I have an hour free before I absolutely have to leave for school."
"I haven't time," Bob said.
But, her hand was on his cock and it was rising.
"All right," Lilly said.
The three people walked into the apartment. Hildegarde got undressed immediately and the other two were surprised to see that she had quite a good body. Lilly sank behind her and began to rim her ass and Bob took the front and darted his tongue into her crackling cunt.
"There's nothing like a good menage in the early, pearly part of the day," she said.
Then she was panting like crazy and Bob was rising and drilling his cock into her. His tongue was down her throat, and she was clutching him. Lilly got her faithful vibrator and drove it into Hildegarde's ass hole. Then she mounted a chair and got into a crazy position so that Bob could eat her cunt while Hildegarde, getting rammed from both ends herself, ate her ass.
The three people eased onto the floor and continued the group action, all the three of them panting, sweating, dripping sex juices, and clinging to each other in wild, driven frenzy.
"Fuck me harder," Hildegarde Hapgood screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Eat my ass, Hildy," Lilly yelled.
The three plowed onward for an hour, then came together in triple harmony, like three massive bolts of lightning crashing into the same tree.
Hildegarde dressed.
"Thank you for a lovely morning. Now I must run off and teach my little dears."
They locked the door after her and they were alone.
Bob phoned the hospital to arrange a change of shifts, the ordeal of the previous night finally beginning to catch up with him.
Then, Bob and Lilly took a shower together, fucking once in the sudsy world of pelting water.
They were both sore from too much activity, but, when they were together they both lost control.
"Fuck me again," Lilly begged.
Bob did.
They fucked six times between seven and ten o'clock when Bob finally dressed to go to work.
"You rest, Lilly," he said as he closed the door.
Lilly fell into a deep sleep in which she dreamt of Jim Mahoney and his great brand of fucking.
They were alone in her room in L.A. and he was on top of her and shooting his warm load into her hot, hot cunt.
Jim was touching her boobs. He was kissing her boobs. He was pinching her boobs. He was biting her boobs. Her boobs had never felt so alive.
Then she was dreaming of Bret and Bart and they were fucking her, too, from both ends, and they, too, were playing with her boobs, each taking one boob, each stimulating one boob, each tormenting one boob, each slapping one boob, each biting one boob.
She was on some weird boob trip.
Then the dream was about Bob, her Bob. Bobby Baby, and he, too, was playing with her round boobs, kissing her boobs, slapping her boobs softly, nibbling her boobs, tickling her boobs.
Her boobs were getting a lot of attention in her dream.
She woke up. Her nipples were firm. She began to massage her boobs with Noxzema. She caressed her own boobs for two hours, softly touching them. Her boobs were becoming her passion. She took a feather and tickled her own boobs. She lit a candle and trickled wax on her own boobs. She drew each boob as far up as she could so that she could, struggling, kiss the nipple on each boob.
Then she reached for the vibrator, this time careful not to drop it in, and she fucked herself, holding the machine with one hand while she played with her oily boobs with the other.
Lilly had never known that she could find such utter satisfaction through her boobs.
Only Bob could make her happier than playing with her boobs.
Only Bob could please her more than the fake fucker could at this moment.
But, Bob was at the hospital, probably healing the wounds on some other broad's boobs, so she was left to fondle her own.
"Boobs," she said aloud. "Boobs. Suck my booming boobs."
She came, but she always came. Then she fell asleep.
She was dreaming about a man she had never met. He was funny looking and he had a British accent and frizzy red hair on his head and on his face. His body was shapeless, but his cock was a marvel. It looked, in his pants, as though it were a large, square tape container.
Stripped, it unrolled to a long, thin, funny looking seventeen inches.
My God, she thought in a semi-awake state, it would be like getting fucked by a tape measure.
The funny looking man was talking to her.
"I'd rather be in your cunt," he said in his English tones, "than up the ass of a female baboon."
She laughed herself awake.
My mind must be slipping, she thought. My mind must really be slipping. There could never be a person as ludicrous as that. Well, maybe, but, if he exists, he must write text books or something like that. He couldn't have a reputable life. That much is for sure.
Bob called to check on her. That made her happy.
"I love you," she told him. "You are my favorite doctor in the world, and I will love you through winter, summer and smoke."
"I'll be loving you always," he said. "You know that. Without you, I'm nothing. Without you, I'm no one."
"I'll be there as long as you need me," she promised.
"I, too. You need me and I need to be needed. If you go, there is nothing for me. Who can I turn to when nobody needs me?
You're all there is. There isn't any more."
Lilly was happy after the conversation. He was the apple of her eye, the sunshine of her life. He loves me, she thought, and to my amazement, I love it.
She tried to get the apartment into shape and she hung up all of the clothes that were left in the shopping bag, the clothes they had been stripped of last night.
Funny, she thought, that those guys didn't rob us. They obviously wanted to show us a good time, good old New York hospitality at its best. Come to think of it, they were pretty damned good.
She prepared a casual dinner for the man of the house, making a salad that she knew he would like and that would keep until he came home. Then she went back to bed and thought about Bob and played with her boobs some more until she was hot and bothered again and the old vibrator was again called into service.
She had never felt so horny and sensuous in her life. She had never craved sex so violently and vehemently. She decided that this was because of her fear of being discovered. She was certain that it would pass, that she would be all right. She just felt that if things went awry the next day, she did not want to have missed anything. She did not want to have let the parade pass her by. The world was full of wonderful things and she wanted them all. Nobody was going to rain on her parade. Maybe this time she would be lucky and get to where she was going. Everybody, she told herself, loved a lover, and everybody loved a winner. Lilly was determined to be both.
Bob, she thought, I love you, and someday I will make you really happy and give you all the wonderful things you deserve.
The vibrator was drilling into her cunt and she was massaging the boobs and she was really fine and dandy.
"Fuck me, Bob," she called to the air, and she jolted her way to orgasm, riding the bed away from the wall and half way across the room.
Lilly felt that she was lucky.
The news on television indicated that the case was waning, that everyone, including apparently her family, was losing interest in her. She did not really care about that one way or the other. All she wanted was to be safe in Papa Andrew's house and in Bob's arms. Andrew called to check on her and told her that her estimation seemed correct, that the questioning period in Lahaska seemed to have come to an end.
"They seem to be giving up any hope of finding you. I'm still unsure of what I have to do to adopt you, though. But, if all goes well, we just won't have to worry too much about that. It would be great if Lilly could soon just go back to Lahaska and live there undaunted.
"Papa Andrew, do you think I will ever get back there. Will I ever come home to you?"
"Of course."
Lilly was crying softly.
"I want to. I want to be at home with you. And with Bob. It would be better for him, too if I weren't here, if he could come to visit me on his days off. This is too dangerous for him."
"It will all work out, Lilly. You will see. Trust me."
"I always do. You know that."
Andrew was crying, too. Lilly had become his daughter and he was always afraid that with one false move he would lose her forever to those dreadful people whom he had never met.
"I'll think about you tonight," she said.
"I think about you all the time," he answered. "You're my little girl. Be careful, okay?"
"I promise."
They hung up and she thought about all that he had done for her. She wondered how her mother would feel if she could see what had become of her.
"Mamma," she whispered, "why did you die? If you had lived the shit man could have kept fucking you and everything would, have been cool."
She cried silently, waiting for Bob's key to turn in the lock.
When Bob got home, he knew that she was upset and unhappy.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. Everything. I can't find the words. Bob knew how to solve the problem. He fucked her. And when they were finished once, he fucked her again.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too."
"Let's keep it that way."
"We will."
Bob smiled.
"Why did you fall in love with me?" she asked.
"Because you didn't laugh at me when I cried."
"I could never laugh at a person for crying."
"I know. That's why I love you."
Lilly moved closer to him, tighter in his arms.
"How many girls did you fuck before you met me?"
"Approximately twenty-two and a half."
"What's the and a half?"
"I got in, but, went soft."
"Poor fellow. That never happens when you're with me."
Bob held her tightly.
"Nor will it."
"Let's fuck again."
The two people made great love, climbing each other, clutching each other, clasping each other. They made love in their own special way.
"Shoot into me."
"I do always."
And he did.
They were like cymbals crashing in the silent night, breaking the quiet with their incredible, indescribable passion.
"Fuck me more."
"We just did it twice."
"Then eat me."
Bob moved down the bed and gratified Lilly with his agile tongue, wetting and warning her cunt lining with his slippery spittle.
"Eat me, Bobby, eat me good."
And he did.
When he finished eating her, when she had come boisterously, he was hard and ready, and she oralized him to the very best of her ability.
"This has been some day," he whispered as she drank his scum.
"It has been a long one in every sense of the word," she said.
The night stole away and the lovers clung to one another observing the full moon through their window.
They breathed together.
They moved together.
They were one entity.
"I love you," Bob said for the thousandth time.
"I love you more."
He laughed. "I love you more."
"Me."
"Me."
Lilly poked his chest.
"I love you more than I could love all of the puppies in the A.S.P.C.A. And I could love a lot of puppies."
"I love pussies more."
"Only mine."
"Only yours."
They had breakfast, a simple meal, eggs on toast and coffee with souring milk and tomato juice from the A & P. They were a pair.
"How do you want to spend my day off?" he asked her.
"Out of the apartment."
She dressed with a hat and glasses so that she could not be recognized and they went to the Central Park Zoo where they saw and fed the animals. They took a long romantic walk around the lake and made passionate love in a small enclave which she found and where he got poison ivy.
"It's nothing that some medication can't cure," he said, and when they got home he sprayed some shit on the itch and said that it would heal.
"But, no touch until I'm all right. And no doctoring."
"Do you mean that you will sit at home with me and that I won't be able to touch you?"
"Yeah."
"Then you better get me a blindfold, because if I see you I want you and when I want you I want to touch you and I don't want to get poison ivy so that won't work."
"I defy you to repeat that sentence."
"I won't try."
If they couldn't make love physically they could with their eyes, and they did. In some ways the intimacy of it made their love making even more special. They knew each other so well that they could talk without words. They could have whole conversations without ever opening their mouths.
Their eyes said, "I love you." At the end of, several days Bob returned to work. When he came home after the first day back on the job he was horny.
"We have waited," he said.
She was in his arms in a flash and they were on top of each other, devouring the other with kisses and passion.
He fucked her more forcefully than he ever had before and she loved it. She loved the feeling that he was finally making her belong to him, and she wanted to belong to him.
"Fuck me more."
He fucked her more.
"Fuck me harder."
He fucked her harder.
"Fuck that cock into me like a bullet."
He did.
"Just always love me," she said.
"I always will."
They fucked on. They fucked more. They fucked harder. They fucked.
"This is heaven," he said.
"Yes."
"I think about you all day when I'm at the hospital. I really do. I cannot get you out of my mind for a minute."
"Don't you dare."
They fucked some more.
"Fuck me like this forever."
"I intend to."
They fucked. They fucked. They fucked.
Bob was shooting a stream of gism into her willing, wanting cunt. She was bolting against him, crashing in frenzy.
They collapsed.
"I love you most on Thursdays," she said. "Why?"
"Because we met on a Thursday."
Bob kissed her.
"Then let every day be Thursday. Okay?"
"That's fine with me."
He fucked her once more and they fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Lilly turned on the television. She watched a series of old comedy shows, then caught a special news broadcast which said, picture and all, that the police were closing in on her, they knew where she was, they were on her tail.
She immediately called Andrew.
"What do I do?" she asked in a frenzied panic.
Andrew thought for a long moment before he spoke. Then he tried to be calm.
"They may or may not really be on your tail. They may just be saying that in order to scare you into the open."
"But, what do I do? Can I take that risk?"
"No. You have to get out. Pack one small bag and grab a train into Newark. Take a cab to Pete's Dockhouse. It's a restaurant about seven blocks from the station. I will be there. Leave a note for Bob, but, don't sign it."
And so, Lilly was back in motion. She said goodbye to the apartment that she had come to love and wrote a note. She sealed the envelope with tears. She closed the door, locked it behind her, and walked to Penn Station.
Why do I always have to be running? She was thinking silently. When will this bull shit stop. When will I be at rest? Why?
The ticket vender sold her a one way ticket to Newark and she waited in the waiting room until it was time to go to the assigned gate. While she was waiting she noticed that she was being observed by a young man in jeans, his blond hair and moustache looking at her from across the room.
Could he be a cop? No. He's a hustler of the first order.
She found herself moving closer to the young man. He saw her and smiled as she came toward him. She wondered where he was going.
"I'm Buddy," he said.
"I'm Lilly. I'm going to Newark? You?"
"I'm staying here," he said, "unless you want company. I'd be happy to go along for the ride."
"I'm meeting my father. But, I would like company if you want to join me. Can you afford a ticket?"
The young man got red with anger. "I let people buy my cock, but, nobody buys me train tickets. If you want a friend then I'm willing to be one that's on the house."
She liked his gruff exterior and she did want a friend. She knew that if she were being watched it would be safer not to be alone.
"I want a friend."
Buddy bought a ticket and rejoined her. They went to the train together, boarded together, and sat together. They began to talk and the conversation came easily. Buddy was a man of the streets and Lilly was a woman of the streets. They understood each other, and they were able to help.
"You're the girl they're looking for, aren't you?" he asked. "Don't try to tell me you're not. I recognized you the minute I saw you. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to turn you in. I understand why you're running. I ran away myself, three years ago, but, nobody looked for me. Do you have a contact in Newark?"
"Yes. My friend will meet me with some money. I don't know yet whether I want to stay there or not."
"Newark won't do you any good. You have to go somewhere else. It would be best if you could get across the border into Canada."
Lilly looked at the young man. He made good sense. If she were out of the country it would be infinitely harder to drag her back, even if they did find her.
"Can you help me?"
"Why not? We could pool it. I'm drained in New York anyway."
Buddy was with her when they met Andrew. He knew the restaurant and so he took her there without a cab. They had a beer and they talked about the Canada idea.
"Much as I hate to admit it, it's sensible," Andrew said. "I don't like to be that far away from you, but, it's the only way right now. I brought you some money, cash, two thousand dollars. That should get you started. Bob will get the rest of your money to me. I will somehow get it to you. Although, it may have to be in some kind of package. They're onto me, too. Go to Toronto. Look up a Mrs. Regina Dulles. She is my sister. She will put you both up." Then he rose from the table and kissed Lilly. He shook Buddy's hand.
"Take good care of my daughter."
Buddy and Lilly took a train to Boston and changed there for a northbound express which went to Buffalo.
"Why do we have to stop here?" she asked.
"Overnight. I have a friend here. He can rig papers to get us across under totally new names. He'll also put us up for the night. He will drive us into Canada. We may not even need papers."
"Is there anything you can't do?" she asked.
"Of course not."
Lilly liked Buddy. She didn't see him as a love interest although she knew that they would ultimately go to bed. She could not, after all, travel with a man, live with a man, and not fuck with him. Besides, he was sexy as hell.
"We'll be all right, Lilly. Rest easy."
Just leaning on his strong, manly shoulder, she knew that he was right, that they would indeed be all right.
In Buffalo they met a man named Fred Small, a big man, married with two children, who ran a side line of smuggling people across the border.
"This will be simple," he said. "We'll all ride in my car tomorrow at noon. I have a friend on duty at that time. I will drive you all the way to Toronto. It will cost you five hundred."
Lilly gave him the money in advance. He gave Lilly and Buddy dinner, and a damned good one at that. He was a big man and he ate well. His clients did, too. After dinner he saw them to a room in his converted attic.
"I didn't think you would mind sharing a room," he said. "After all, you are traveling together."
"It's fine," Lilly said, feeling the butterflies of desire beginning to chum in her stomach and cunt.
When they were alone, Buddy kissed her. She knew from the strength of his kiss that he had wanted to kiss her all day and that he had wanted to fuck her, too. She wondered whether or not he knew that she wanted him with equal fervor and zest.
"You are a foxy chick," he said, resting his naked body next to hers, "and I mean to give you a fucking good humping."
She clung to him and dug her fingers into his cock, smiling when he pulled her off and reached for a cock ring. He fitted it onto his cock and she watched as he grew and grew within its confines. Then he fucked her.
Buddy was not a talker, but, he was a fucker, and he riveted her to the bed under the very force of his man prong which he rammed into her cunt with a certainty which she respected.
"I've wanted you to fuck me for hours," she said, "so do a fucking good job of it, will you?"
"I will."
And he did. He fucked the shit out of her, driving his force between her legs with vim and vigor, usurping what strength she had left under the pressure of his professionally agile body. The cock ring made him stay hard and his cock soared back and forth into her as if there were no tomorrow. But, they both thought silently, maybe there is no tomorrow. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is the last fuck.
"Fuck me, Buddy. Please, God, fuck me Buddy," she cried.
"I'll fuck you every day and every night for as long as we're together," he said, driving his impressive knocker home once more. "I'll keep your tank full, Lilly. I'll fuck you good and proper. I'll fuck you fine."
He plowed on, the cock ring securing his erection almost indefinitely. She was jelly under his plunging strength, and she wanted to be jelly. She wanted him to fuck her as she wanted him to be strong for her. She was tired of being strong. She wanted to be taken care of.
When he came he came big, shooting a violent, massive stream of come into the depths of her feminine hole. She locked herself to him with desire and came right along with him. She was glad that she was the kind of woman who could enjoy coming. There was nothing frigid in her make-up.
She slept with a secure feeling, knowing that Buddy, for some reason, had chosen to befriend her and that he would take care of her, protect her, and keep the cops away. In the morning she spoke to him very seriously.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked, hoping for a solid answer.
"I have nothing else to do. And, like I told you, I ran away, too. I caught my old man fucking my girl friend in the living room. He had her down on the floor and was flinging his cock in and out of her cunt, and I said, 'fuck you, Dad. That cunt belongs to me, not to you.' But, he kept fucking and I could see it happen when he shot into her and I ran over to hit him, and the bastard shot come in my eye. I left home the next day."
"I don't blame you. Was your mother alive? Mine was dead."
"My mother was alive, but she was making it with my kid brother. So when Dad got my girl, that didn't leave anyone around for me to fuck with, did it?"
"I'm here."
"Listen. I know. And I have every intention of remembering that all the time that we are together, because there is nothing I dig more than a hot cunt on a girl who has the gumption to use it. Baby, you have the gumption. You are the best damned pussy I ever fucked, and I have fucked a lot of pussies."
"You're not a bad cock, yourself," she said, "but, complimenting each other won't get us started. Is Mr. Small giving us breakfast?"
They ate with their paid host and then loaded into his car to make the drive to Toronto. As he had expected, there was no request made at customs for birth certificates, and the part drove right through.
"That wasn't hard, was it?" Small asked.
He did, as he had promised, drive them all the way to Toronto. Once there, he took them to the Dulles house and left them at the door."
"You are Lilly," Regina said as she walked down the steps to meet them. "And you are Buddy. Andrew called and told me when to expect you. Come in. Come in."
The woman looked exactly like Andrew. She had all of the same features and was even as tall. The similarities in their visages made Lilly feel safe and secure at once.
Regina ushered them into the house and into the kitchen, a huge old-fashioned room which was very much the center of her home. She offered them food and drink and they hungrily accepted on both counts. She served them happily. Then she sat down with a cup of coffee and spoke to them. "You look a lot like my niece, you know. That was the first thing that attracted Andrew about you. He loved his girl, and he loves you, Lilly. He would lay down and die for you. Do you know that he has rewritten his will so that you will receive everything that would have been hers?"
"I didn't know that."
"Well, he has: And he has given me very specific instructions on what you may and may not do around here. He doesn't want to take the slightest risk that anything could go wrong with you."
"I would have been dead a year ago if not for Papa Andrew," Lilly said. "He really saved me. I didn't know where or what to look for. I had no place to go."
"You're a pretty strong girl yourself, you know. Buddy, how did you meet Lilly?"
"I cruised her at Penn Station."
"I admire people who are straight out in expressing their feelings. Bully for you, Buddy. Now, listen. I have only one free room here. I rent rooms, you know. So you will be there. If guests ask your name, you are Gretchen and Gregory Gritts from Pasadena. Is that clear?" They both agreed.
"I don't care what you want to call yourselves. And when we are alone I will call you Buddy and Lilly, but, at dinner and such, you are Gretchen and Gregory. Those are the names that Andrew chose for you. He's always liked those names. In fact I think he would have chosen them for any more children that he might have had.
Lilly was tired. She was nervous, too, being in a new city, and listening to stories about Andrew's daughter. She wanted to sleep, and she said so, as politely, of course, as she could.
"Oh, run on upstairs. You two have the top floor to yourselves. You go up, too, Buddy, and give her a good fuck. It will do you both some good."
Lilly could not believe that Andrew's sister could talk like that, that she, coming from the same background as he, could be so casual and flippant about the sex lives of other people. But, she supposed that it was simply intended to make her feel more at home. And, besides, it was a damned good idea. She rose and took his hand.
"Let's obey Aunt Regina. She knows what's best for her niece and her friend."
The two young people went upstairs and explored their new diggings. Lilly wondered automatically how long she would be able to stay in this room. She wondered how long it would be before they caught up with her again. And, as she slid Buddy's pants to the floor and knelt before his cock, she wondered what Bob was doing without her in New York.
Lilly slurped away at his more than ample cock, devouring it, taking it as far into her mouth as she could, digging her fingers into the smoothness of his very round ass cheeks. She lavished her mouth over the shimmering rod and drew deep breaths, sucking the cock further and further down her throat. She was enjoying this cock, and Buddy was enjoying her work.
He drew his hips back and forth, plunging the cock into the mouth with blissful, forceful strokes.
"Suck me off, Lilly. Suck my big cock. Suck me off."
She sucked and slurped, slurped and sucked, making had breathing noises as she did so. Soon he was ready to come and she waited on her knees to receive his come into the mouth that had just sucked him dry.
"Now eat me," she said.
"I never did that," he told her.
"There's a first time for everything."
They got into the bed and he went down on her, dipping his tongue shyly into her slot.
But, he liked the taste and he liked the smell. This was a whole new world to him and he really moved with it. He nuzzled his head into her snatch and made furious jabs with his tongue, darting into the moist, misty crevice, touching its innards with his lips and tongue. He reached to the clit and tapped it lightly with his tongue. Then he jabbed it. Then he bit it, and she screamed and came.
"I never brought a girl off that way before," he told her. "I was a virgin, at least in that way, until I met you."
"See," Lilly said with a laugh, "I just seem to spend all of my time changing lives. Look at what I've managed to do to you."
Buddy touched her hand. He was gentle for the first time since they met. He spoke soothingly and she knew that he was sincere.
"Whatever else we do, I understand what you feel and I want to help you. You are not imposing on me. I have to be someplace, and right now I want to be with you. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, and she was grateful to believe him.
They went to bed and slept. He watched her, but he made no move to touch her. She needed her sleep and he meant to see that she had it. When she stirred, he touched her brow lightly so that she would feel his presence. When she shook, he covered her more closely with the covers. He did understand what it meant to be on the run, and he was not going to let her down.
Three days after her arrival she received an ugly antique urn. It was delivered to the house by messenger and Regina brought it upstairs. When Lilly opened it she found two things, a package with her savings, and a letter from Bob pledging his love.
Lilly began to feel brighter. With Buddy's friendship and with Bob's love she knew that she could not fail. How could anything go wrong?
The case was very small copy in Toronto, and she felt safe again. No pictures of her ever made the papers so she felt free to take a walk and to do some shopping. She even went to a movie and to a museum with Buddy and she told him a lot about art, things she had learned from Andrew and from Rae in Chicago.
"You know a lot," he said admiringly.
"Not really. I just know more about these things than you do, so it seems like a lot."
They lunched on her at a little Italian restaurant where she was delighted to have spaghetti and white clam sauce, a dish which Andrew made for her. Then they walked and explored. Buddy told her more about his life, too.
"I grew up in the Bronx. I lived in a bad neighborhood, Third Avenue and One hundred fifty-fifth Street and I went to De Witt Clinton High School on Mosholu Parkway. I got into trouble there. I beat up on one teacher, but, the fucker asked for it. He called me a coward and I couldn't take that so I beat in his head with a bowling ball. The cops are after me, too."
"That's why you were anxious to get away."
"Oh, yeah. I never had a good break. And I'm not a bad guy, honest I'm not. I'm not like your guy at home."
"Yes you are, in some ways. He just has had better advantages. You can accomplish a lot. I know you can."
"I eat pussy good, right?"
"You eat pussy great," she laughed. "Buddy, I am so glad that we found each other. We needed each other just now, you know. That's why it happened. We really needed each other and so we found each other."
Buddy listened to her as though she were spreading the word of God. She was the first person who had ever spoken to him like a person, as though he had a brain in his head, and he was prepared to help her now, no matter what, even if it meant ultimately exposing himself.
"I owe you far more than you owe me," he told her.
"I'd say we're about even. I really would say that, Buddy. I really would."
They were friends. When they fucked it was great, but they fucked together because they couldn't expose themselves to anyone else.
But, still, their sex was fun, and they had to make the most of it. At least, they both knew, they were not doing it with unpleasant people just to get their rocks off. They were getting their rocks off with good vibes.
Andrew flew up to see Lilly and they sat with Buddy in the kitchen and they talked at great length. He had new plans.
"I want you to go to Quebec City. You can hide out in the old city. It's villagy and it will be a good setting for two young people, free thinkers. You will not be noticed there. Tenants here are beginning to ask about you, and that is no good. So, pack your things and leave in the morning. I will drive you there myself. I got false papers from your friend in Buffalo and I rented a car with them. Sleep well."
The drive to Quebec City was fun. They stopped at several tourist spots along the way and they had several good deals. Lilly was happy to be enjoying at least a little time with Papa Andrew. Buddy was happy, too, because Andrew, like Lilly, treated him with respect.
By the time they arrived in Quebec City he had made a solid friend.
"I'll see what I can work out in New York. I have friends who could try to reach the teacher and get you off the hook. Let's see what I can do."
"I would really appreciate that," Buddy said. "Really, I would."
Andrew set the kids up in a small loft apartment in a very old building that was inhabited only by one other group, a bunch of radical kids into Scientology. They left Buddy and Lilly alone. They were wrapped up in their own thing.
Perhaps, Lilly allowed herself to think, things are beginning to get right. Maybe this will be the last stop in the race. Maybe my father will just die and the whole affair will fizzle away with him. Maybe. Maybe.
They dined in a small coffee house that catered to the youth trade and they relaxed, this was going to be their home for a while and Lilly did not find it depressing at all. In fact, she liked the idea. Next to Lahaska which took first place in her mind, this was the best she'd seen and this was the place where she. felt moderately at home."
"Happy here?"-she asked Buddy.
"For the moment. We'll have to see how tomorrow works out, though."
"I have a feeling that tomorrow will be all right. I really do, Buddy. I really do. When Papa Andrew really takes charge things begin to work out. We just have to count on that." They spent their first night in town walking the curving, dark old streets, familiarizing themselves with the new neighborhood, and being very pleased with the whole thing.
"You're right," he said, "the vibes are good for us here."
"Things will start to work out here. I just know they will. Why don't we go home and start things off with a bang?"
They went back to their new loft and they did start things with a bang, literally. They fucked themselves into oblivion, grinding away at one another all night and half of the next day.
"I guess we have both built up a lot of excess energy," Buddy said.
"Fuck me again."
He ate her cunt with delight. That was like a new hobby to him now, a new toy that he craved and had to have, and when he ate her she soared past any and all past responses. His tongue was long, sharp, virile, and she loved it in her twat.
"Eat me more," she would say, and before she could finish the sentence his mouth was in her snatch and she was getting sucked.
One week turned to two, then three. They were in Quebec City when she celebrated her first anniversary of freedom and her fifteenth birthday. Buddy bought her flowers and she smelled them and she cried. No man had ever bought her flowers before. This was something new and special.
"You are wonderful, Buddy. I wish we could find you some great girl to fall madly in love with you."
"I wish you could fall madly in love with me.
Lilly realized that she could never fall in love with this man whom she loved. Her heart was in New York with Bob.
"I'm sorry, Buddy."
"Don't be. You always told me the truth. You never let me think that anything would come of us. It's cool. Right?"
"Wrong. I feel as though I've used you."
"We talked that all out a long, long time ago. We needed each other and we still do, and we will always be friends. You know that. I had no business falling in love with you, but I did. I can't turn off my feelings like that. I can't decide to feel some way and follow through. I'm impulsive."
"Buddy, don't apologize. It's all right. I understand. I understand everything about you. And I do love you like a brother. I have more love for you than I ever did for any of my brothers."
"But, I did to you what they did."
"You made love to me. They fucked me, violated me. That's a big difference. You really are my brother just the way Papa Andrew is my father. I love you and I always will."
"Happy birthday, Lilly. I hope this year brings you all the things that you want."
"The last one brought me some of them. It brought me real family, didn't it? You'll see. It will work out for both of us."
The news from New York was optimistic. It looked as though things could be ironed out for Buddy and he would be able to return to New York soon. This hit them both very strangely.
"I don't want to leave you," he told Lilly. "Not after all we've been through. If I don't have to run, I can be open. I can help you more. Please don't make me leave."
Lilly burst into tears. She knew that he would have to go home, for his own good. She did not want to lose him. No. She loved him as a brother and she did not want to lose that wonderful warmth that had grown between them.
"You must go back, Buddy. I will be back there soon. You must go back."
"No."
"Buddy, you can't run around with me. It's pointless. You have a chance to go back and start a life. Brothers sisters don't have to be together physically to be together emotionally. You know that wherever you are we are together, right? But, you must not deprive yourself of the chance to start again. Please do as I say."
Four days later he flew home.
Lilly was alone again and she hated it. She found the apartment unbearable and the streets frightening. She called Andrew. Neither he nor Bob could come up. Would Paul do?
"Yes. Send Paul. Please."
Paul Riggs arrived two days later, looking as handsome as he had looked the year before and she found herself grooving on his body and going to bed with him for old time's sake.
They spent the night in bed, fucking, sucking, slurping, enjoying. Then he helped her to pull her emotional problems together.
"Things are coming together now. They really are. I wouldn't lie to you. In just a short time longer you will be able to go back. Wait and see. Wait and see."
With Paul she began to enjoy Quebec City again. They took several days and went to Ottawa where they fucked gloriously in a motel overlooking the Parliament Building. Lilly Graves was learning slowly to stop running and to have fun again.
"On what day do we go back to Quebec?" Paul asked.
"Whenever you say."
They drove-back the next day and settled back into the loft. Paul was able to stay on with her and so he did, and they past a month together, living like brother and sister by day and lovers at night.
"Don't explain it to me or to you," Lilly said. "We fuck together because we haven't anyone else."
They were in the middle of breakfast, watching their small portable television when a report came across that Morton Muffe had died in Poughkeepsie, New York and that the F.B.I. was weighing what to do about the search for his daughter. The report said that the two children who were under eighteen were made wards of those who were over. Morganna, the missing child, aged fifteen, would, if she came home, be placed into some sort of custody.
"What does that mean?" she asked. "What the hell is some sort of custody?"
"Sit tight."
They sat, but not for too long. The phone rang within the hour.
"Lilly."
"Papa Andrew. What is happening? What are we going to do?"
"We are flying to New York where you will be made a ward of the court for the few days that it will take for me to file the necessary adoption papers. You will be able to live with me during that time. Everything will be fine." She didn't hear him. She was crying too hard, and so was he.
Paul took the phone and arranged some details. The following day they drove back to Toronto and boarded a plane to New York.
The flight took an hour, but it seemed forever, and Lilly clutched Paul's hand all the way back to the city. When the landing warning went on she fastened her seat belt and she watched the city coming into view below.
The plane landed at Kennedy and she and Paul were the first ones off. She was surprised to see cameras and reporters, but they didn't matter. She ran sobbing into Andrew's arms, then Bob's then Buddy's. She clung to her people as they led her out of the airport, tears streaming down her face. She was home with Papa Andrew. Home where she belonged. Her long chase was finally over.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lilly stood in the foyer of Andrew's palatial home, warm and safe, loving the glow of the shimmering antique lamps. This was the perfect setting for her. This was at last where she belonged. She had come home!
Andrew joined her by her side and they went to the parlor to meet the press, the journalists of the country who had turned out en masse to meet the fifteen year old girl who had run around two countries for a year, surviving and doing her thing to avoid accepting an intolerable life.
"How do you feel about your real father?" a reporter asked.
"Papa Andrew is my real father. That other man is a stranger who raped me," she said slowly and distinctly.
"Don't you miss Poughkeepsie?"
"No. I never liked it to begin with."
"What are your plans?"
"To resume my education, to live here with my father, and, next year, to get married to my fiance."
A reporter, an elderly woman, snarled. "Aren't you too young to think about marriage, Miss Jackson?"
Miss Jackson. She had not been called Miss Jackson yet and she loved the sound of it, despite the nastiness in the voice of the reporter.
"I don't think it's strange when one considers the life that I have led for the last year, the jobs I did, the places I've been, and the people I've known. I have not led the life considered average for somebody of my age."
"Are you happy here?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to live here permanently?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to inherit Mr. Jackson's money when he dies?"
"I am not expecting Papa to die presently, and I haven't the faintest idea about any inheritance."
Andrew stepped into the conference at this point.
"May I say that my sister will receive one quarter of my estate and that my daughter will receive three quarters. That is pursuant to a new will about which Lilly knows nothing."
"Why do you call yourself Lilly instead of Morganna?"
"I was an unhappy Morganna. My happiness began when I decided to call myself Lilly. If you will excuse me, I would like to go upstairs to rest."
She did not really want to go upstairs to rest. She wanted to go upstairs to fuck. Bob was upstairs and she had not had a moment alone with him since she returned to the east coast. She had seen him only at the airport and that was it. It had not been thought wise for him to be present in court, and he had to concentrate on his work at the hospital. But, now he was upstairs, his cock bulging to rigid excitement, anxious as hell to fuck his love bunny.
She entered the room and closed the door, falling immediately into his waiting arms. His tongue was down her throat in seconds and they were gasping for breath as they clutched frantically, sucking each other's mouths.
"Boy, I never tire of kissing you," she muttered.
"Let's not just kiss, for God's sake. I'm ready to explode."
They dropped their clothes into two messy piles on the floor and fell into bed, ready as ever to devour the other's body.
"I missed you," he said.
"Take me."
She ran her warm hands over and over his quivering body, massaging some places softly, flipping others more strongly, touching his cock as though it were The Pieta and she were mending its wounds to make it again perfect.
"Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me."
But, he was down between her legs, eating her sweet, juicy cunt with passion, making up for the months of separation, the months when he had only the memory of her body to make love to. He lapped away like a puppy at a bowl of fresh cold water, his darting tongue roving in and out, in and out, of her hot twat, teasing her, giving her enormous pleasure and bringing about an explosion which shook the chandelier in the room below.
Then it was her turn to eat him. He was sitting on her face and his cock was slamming into her lovely face. Her hands were all over his body, and between the music played by her slurping tongue, the precision of its strokes kneading the head and shaft of the love stick, and the rhythm created on his skin by her roaming hands, he, too, was due for a magnificent crescendo.
He shot into her for the first time in too long and she drank his come as though it were the nectar of the Gods, savoring each drop as it trickled down her open throat.
"Now, let's fuck," she whispered. "Please, let's fuck."
He was on top of her now, his body pressing against hers, and her legs were tight around his waist telling him that they would never be apart again. He cock, rigid again, sailed into her port and filled her waiting pier with its opulent strength. In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down, up and down, like a boat anchored into a bay. "Nobody has ever fucked me like you have, Bob. Only you can do this to me. Only you will ever fuck me again. Keep it in me. Just keep it in me. Please keep it in me. Fuck me, Bob, fuck me good and proper."
"I am fucking you. You are being fucked. I'm in you like I've never been in you before. I am really giving you the old what for and I am going to shoot my come up into your snatch and we'll both rock and roll."
"Shoot into me!"
"I will."
He was pounding it to her now, as he never had before, making up for months of solitary confinement, giving her the love that he had saved for so long.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
He shot up her cunt, and she felt the hot juice exploding within her silky walls. She came, too, but, then, she always did.
"Fuck me again."
"In a minute," he said, and he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. "I love fucking you."
"I love being fucked by you. Fuck me again."
"I mean, I really love fucking you."
"I know. And I really love being fucked by you. Fuck me again."
The suggestion made his cock rise and he turned to her and inserted the golden tool once more, this time going slow and easy, gentle does it, for a long, long fuck which went on for an hour.
"Incredible," she moaned. "In-fucking-credible."
Her cunt was sore from so much action and so was his cock, but, that did not stop them from finishing the fuck and enjoying yet another before they went downstairs for dinner.
Andrew had asked the maid to prepare something special and she had done so, venison, asparagus, endive salad, hot cross buns, and a cheese cake for dessert. Andrew cracked open a bottle of fine champagne, and the three ate a hearty meal.
"It's so nice to have somebody to eat with," Andrew said.
"We all feel that way," Bob said.
"Yes," from Lilly.
They ate happily, sharing thoughts, regaling one another with their sheer love and affection.
"I am so happy to have a home at last," Lilly said. "I am so very, very happy to have a home and a father and a lover at last. No more running and hiding, and no more fake names. From here on in it's no hold's barred. I love you both very much."
Lilly drove back to New York with Bob and for the first time since they knew each other they were able to walk the streets and go to stores and restaurants like normal people, free of fear, free of difficulty.
The shopped at Sak's and Bloomingdale's and ate at the Russian Tea Room. They went to see "The Wiz" and "Equus" and "Absurd Person Singular," and they went to three movies including one porno flick.
"Why do we have to watch them fuck," Lilly asked, "when we can do it much better?"
Bob agreed and so they went back to his apartment, a new place, spanking clean and neat on a pretty street in the Village, and they fucked like two porno stars for several hours. Then they ate at a wonderful little restaurant called Fronde where they had pasta and Swedish pot roast and the best chocolate cake that either of them had ever tasted.
They walked around the Village for hours and Bob bought her a silver bracelet and earring set. And, then, as a special surprise, a turquoise ring which she put immediately onto her marriage finger This was a far cry from Poughkeepsie.
That night she found it difficult to sleep. She was dreaming about Morton and the things that he said in court. Of course it was his abject honesty that convinced the judge that she belonged with Andrew in Lahaska.
Morton, drunker than he had ever been, stuck to some dumb honesty code which he undoubtedly felt was becoming a banker.
"Of course I fucked my daughter, Your Honor," he said. "I fucked her a lot. I have a big cock and when it gets hard it needs a place to go, you understand. Don't you understand, Your Honor? She was there and my wife was dead and I fucked her instead. She was a good little lay, too, and able to go along with the rough stuff I like to dish out. People think that bankers are willful and quiet. I'm not quiet, Your Honor. I make it rough for a cunt. I give her little twat a tweaking that twirls the hair around it. I beat the shit out of her and drag her around by her hair, sometimes the hair on her head sometimes not. But, I give her a time she can never forget.
And with Morganna, well, she was such a good little lay that I allowed my four boys to fuck her once a week. But, they were always respectful. They stood in line at her door and never did any rough housing. They are very quiet boys, Your Honor. I raised them right. I swear I did. Anyway, Your Honor, you've got to send Morganna back to me, because two of her sisters don't live at home any more and the one who does, Medea, is a fucking awful lay and I need my little girl's gash to dig my dork into."
The judge looked at the man, an astonished leer on his face, and everyone in the courtroom thought that the robed lawman was going to hit the witness with his gavel.
"If you weren't drunk, Mr. Muffe, I would be tempted to believe every word that you said."
"Believe it, Your Honor," Morton said. "I never lie. Especially when I'm sloshed. You see, I always needed a lot of sex. My wife was a decent lay, but, nothing special. So I kept her pregnant all the time. It was more fun to fuck her when she was pregnant. I guess she kept hoping that the fucking would kill the baby. We had so many, you see. But, I fucked away, and when I wasn't fucking her I was fucking Maybelle Ann Hossenhaus, a teller at the bank. But, Maybelle Ann kicked the bucket a week before my wife did, just keeled over in her teller's booth over her cash box. Didn't even live long enough to count the cash. I counted it for her after she was cold. Even slipped her a quick fuck before they crated her buns out of there."
"Mr. Muffe," the judge said, "the court has heard quite enough."
"But, Your Honor, I don't have my wife and I don't have Maybelle and Medea is a fucking awful lay, so you've got to sent Morganna back to me. You've got to or I may never get my rocks off again, and Your Honor, I've got hot rocks right now. I ache Your Honor, from hot rocks."
The judge looked at Andrew on the opposite end of the room and spoke to him.
"Mr. Jackson, you realize that you broke the law by harboring this girl?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Did you ever have sexual relationships with her?"
"No, Sir. Lilly was like a daughter to me from the moment we met. I had a daughter who died, Sir, and Lilly filled a void in my life. I only wanted the best for her and if I erred in the eyes of the law, I'm truly sorry."
"Who supported you during your year away, Lilly?" the judge asked.
"I was able to earn some money, but, for the most part, Your Honor, Papa Andrew supported me. He gave me over ten thousand dollars and he mailed me money wherever I went."
""You are saying that even when you were not in his home, he was in constant touch with you and remained responsible for your welfare."
"Yes, Sir."
"Mr. Jackson, what are your intentions toward Lilly at this point?"
"I would like to adopt her."
"Have you filed the necessary papers?" Andrew turned to his attorney and they had a brief conference.
"Your Honor, my attorney tells me that the initial papers are in the package on your desk. They have been filed with you."
The judge turned to Lilly and spoke to her very warmly. "You realize that I will not send you back to your home in Poughkeepsie. You need have no fear of that; However, despite your strength and experience, you are legally too young to be set out on your own. I shall leave the choice to you, to become either a ward of the State of New York or to go with Mr. Jackson."
"I already consider myself his daughter, Your Honor. There is no doubt in my mind that I belong with him."
"I hope you realize how fortunate you are to have found a man of Mr. Jackson's character who wants to share his life with you."
"I do."
"I shall begin processing the adoption papers. There should be no difficulty involved. In fact, if you would like, you may begin to use Mr. Jackson's name herewith."
Lilly liked that part of the dream. She hated the first part. But, she had learned already to take the good with the bad, and the image of Morton Muffe, drunk, trying to explain to the court why he just had to fuck his daughter was funny if nothing else.
"Are you all right?" Bob asked her.
"Yes. I thought you were asleep. In the mood?"
Now that they were together Bob was always in the mood and they shared in the middle of that night, a delirious fuck, shimmering together like two incandescent stars flickering on and off in the heavens of their bodies.
They fucked until morning. Then they fucked until lunch.
"Shall we work toward dinner?" Bob asked.
"No. We should shower, dress, and go out and get some food because I am completely and absolutely starved, famished, and anxious for a meal other than male sausage."
"I thought you liked my cock."
"I do, but, once in a while I like a steak, too. What kind of dinner would you like?"
They wound up in a Mexican restaurant on Restaurant Row, eating enchiladas and joking with the young waiter, a half Mexican named Michael Lopez who told them that he had come to New York to be an actor, but, had long ago given up the ghost and was working at other things.
He liked the young couple and he brought them a great dessert. When the bill was due he informed them that the management knew who they were and was only to happy to have served them as guests. They left Michael a ten dollar tip and tripped out into the evening to have cocktails elsewhere and to enjoy the New York evening.
"I have to be back at the hospital tomorrow," Bob said.
"And I have to get home to Lahaska. I have a lot of work to do in the shop. I don't know what to do about school. Nobody seems to care about that any more and I don't want to go to school with a lot of naive children. Andrew may get me a tutor so that we keep it all legal."
"Whatever you decide will be fine. You would look silly as a cheer leader."
"I think so to."
Andrew picked her up at the bus and drove her to the store. A feeling of home swept her as she walked through the door and saw the place where she had begun to find identity and happiness.
"It is so wonderful to be back at the shop," she said.
She walked into the back room, her first apartment on the road to salvation, and she cried thinking of the happiness she had known there and of the difficulties she had known since. She cried for Buddy who had fallen in love with her. She cried for Ruth and Rae who had lost each other and needed each other so badly. She cried for Jim Mahoney who had given her strength and happiness and not lived to find very much for himself. She hoped that she had provided some, that she had made his last days better that the ones before it. She hoped that when he died he had the happy thought of being inside of her cunt in his head and not some horrible realization that death had arrived.
She cried for her mother and for Maybelle Ann Hossenhaus, a woman she had never known. She cried for them because her father had destroyed them as he had not been able to do to her. She cried because they were not as strong as she was.
Where had she gotten the strength, she wondered, to continue when all odds were against her? To some extent other people had been responsible for her survival. That was true, but, more than that, she knew that it was some fiber within her, some core to her existence, that really did it, that really made her survival a fait accompli and not a pitiful dream.
She cried now because there were no longer bad memories. They were drifting into oblivion and she knew that from here on in it was peace and harmony, two things she had never been allowed before.
"Andrew," she said, "I wonder what my life would have been like had my mother not died when she did. I wonder what it would have been like without you. Oh, Papa, I do love you more than any words will ever express."
"Who knows?" he asked. "Mine without you was empty, deadly. I dreaded getting out of bed in the morning. The house, the store, even the streets, were empty for me and when I saw you on that bus I knew you were running from something, but, I knew that I would have to help you and that I would have to win you. I could not go on alone for any more time. If you hadn't come into my life when you did, I would have committed suicide."
"I always thought of you as the pillar of strength."
"I became one for you. I can be strong when somebody I love needs my strength. But, when nobody needs it, I'm weak. I don't find pleasure in being strong for myself."
"You are the most wonderful man in the world. The most unselfish. But, Papa, don't ever even think of suicide again. Not ever. Don't even say it."
"I have no reason to now. I have you, and that is all I need. I know that in a year or so you will marry and leave me, but, you'll only be leaving my house. You and I will still belong to one another. That's a normal progression for a father and his daughter."
"Bob may even try to get into a hospital near here. We've talked about that. I don't want to live anywhere but here. I want to have a little house and still be in the store when Bob is out doctoring. And I want to have children. I want you to have a grand daughter and we'll name her for your other daughter."
"Would you really do that for me?"
"Would I? Bob and I have it all planned. We want to have a baby right after we marry, and if it isn't a girl, well, we'll just not accept it. We'll shove him back in and try again."
Andrew was laughing now as he had not laughed since his tragedy. This nutty girl had put life back into his heart and he was a happy man again.
He thought of the day he had received the call about the crash. He had just gotten home from the store and he was wondering why Louise hadn't called him. The telephone began ringing just as he opened the door and he darted across the room to answer it, but lost the race to the maid.
"Hello," she had said. "Yes, he's here. He just came in."
The woman handed the phone to him and he took it expecting that it was Louise. It was a man's voice that he heard, and when it said his name Andrew immediately sensed what came next.
"There has been a severe road accident, Mr. Jackson. One car was demolished. We've traced it to you. I'm sorry, Sir, but the two people in the car were killed. We have to ask you to come down and identify the bodies."
Andrew remembered that he called Paul and that Paul went with him. Paul held him up as he walked into the cold tile room and looked at the battered bodies of his two loved ones. He cried when he saw his wife, but, when he looked at his girl he felt death in his bones. He stood frozen, and heard a doctor tell him that they had died instantly without pain. He began to sob and he could not stop. Paul took him home and Paul arranged the funerals. Andrew could not control himself. He remained like that, always on the verge of hysteria, until he boarded the bus from New York to Lahaska and saw the pretty runaway in the next seat.
Now she was with him. She was his daughter. She could not replace the daughter who was gone, but, she was special in her own right. She had her own wonderful things about her. And she loved him. She loved him as much as his other daughter had. Funny, he thought, how she has become my other daughter and not my real daughter. Funny what time and love can do.
A customer wandered into the shop and Lilly went out and sold her an Empire chest for a lot of money. She walked back to her father and smiled.
"Now I know I'm home," she said.
"Business as usual, my love. As usual."
They laughed together.
Andrew arranged a tutor for her, a loving, kind woman of about forty. Her name was Agnes Iversen and she was tall, straight and strong. She was also brilliant and very sensitive, easily tuned into Lilly's head and to the wonderful relationship that filled the Jackson home.
Agnes had had her own problems. She had been married to an alcoholic who beat her after they fucked. She had a child who had grown up a junkie and raped her twice when she refused him money for his habit. She was alone and lonely and trying to stave off bitterness which she never wanted to feel.
"If only," she said to Lilly in a loose moment, "I had a place where I really belonged. That damned apartment on Rittenhouse Square is not the answer."
It was Lilly's idea. She discussed it with Paul to feel it out and then she told Andrew that she thought it would be better if Agnes could live with them, at least during the week, so that her education would not be interrupted by travel lags.
Andrew agreed. He liked Agnes. She was straightforward and warm, and, for that matter, not bad looking. He found her a pleasant dinner companion, too, and he really enjoyed the evenings when Bob drove up and the four of them were able to eat together, a family.
"Lilly," Agnes said one day, "I'm going to be in trouble. I am falling in love with your father. I adore him. And, Lilly, between you and me, I want him very much."
Lilly was pleased.
She probed Andrew's psyche.
She wanted to know his feelings toward the woman who was now part of their lives.
"I think, Lilly, that you are plotting a wedding. Well, I was afraid to broach it to Agnes, afraid that she wouldn't want to get involved for a second time, but, yes, Lilly. I would like to marry Agnes. How would you feel about Agnes as your mother?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Agnes and Andrew were married-in a civil ceremony three weeks after they decided to wed. Andrew had not proposed romantically, but, he had proposed. He had found her in the library one afternoon. He closed the door behind him and stood watching her. She looked nothing like Louise, she didn't act like Louise. But, there was another dimension, something he responded to.
"I finished my work with Lilly," she said. "I didn't think you would mind if I came in here."
"I don't mind at all. I wanted to talk to you anyway, Agnes. Lilly has been doing some match making with us, you know. I hope it hasn't embarrassed you quite as much as it has embarrassed me. I haven't known what to say to you at the table."
"I haven't minded. She has the best of intentions, and, really Andrew, she knows that neither of us are good at being alone."
"Agnes, will you marry me? That's as simply as I can put it. In my way I love you. I never thought I would love another woman. I'm out of practice, but, I think I can make you happy. And I'm told that I'm not bad in bed either, if that matters."
"Of course it matters. I've been thinking a lot about your bed since I got here. You are a very attractive man. And, yes, Andrew: Yes I will. I will marry you. I never thought I would risk another husband, but, you are no risk. You are a wonderful man and I love you and I think I'm very lucky that you want me."
"I'm lucky, too. I love you, too, Agnes." They moved into each other's arms and felt their bodies coming alive for the first time in too long. Andrew felt his cock rising in his pants. He had not given thought to how much he wanted a woman until this moment.
"We don't have to wait until after the wedding," Agnes panted and she opened his pants and slid them down his legs.
They were both naked and climbing on top of each other on the big red leather couch. Both of them were unable to control the lustful desires any longer. His cock moved easily into her wet slit and he was fucking his bride-to-be.
"This is what I knew it would be with you, Andrew. This is the way I wanted it to be with you. This is the way I must have it all the time. Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me."
He glided his cock in and out of her desirous pocket. This was what he needed, too, and he was loving the feeling of unity with another body. His come was arriving and he knew that he could not control it for much longer.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I'm ready for your come, Andrew. Shoot it into me. Shoot into me, Andrew. Come inside of me."
They came together in a blissful joint orgasm that left them both breathless and spent. They huddled naked in each other's arms against the warmth of the aggravated leather, clutching each other with passion and love, knowing full well that they had both just returned completely to the land of the living.
Now it was their wedding day. Lilly had given Agnes away. It was a silly gesture, but, a loving one which the tutor appreciated. Bob was there and Paul, and Buddy came with a new girl friend, Louisa Marta Rosa Hernandez, whom he had met on a new job which he had gotten and at which he was doing very well.
"Louisa and I are the next to get married," he told Lilly.
She kissed them both, happy that he had gotten over her, happy that he, too, was doing very well and finding great happiness. She was happy that their time together had left them both stronger and better.
"You are getting one great guy," she told Louisa, "one really great, great guy. But, I'm sure that you are a great gal, too."
Ruth and Rae flew in for the wedding, anxious to meet Lilly's father. Ruth was working again, solvent again, and she and Rae had patched up their differences and were together again, happy in each other's lives.
Salome Schwartz was a thing of the very distant past.
"We are so happy for you," Ruth said. "When we read about you in the paper we understood a lot more than we had when you were with us. We were so happy to know that you were well and that everything had worked out for you."
They turned to the newlyweds and spoke to them. "She is one hell of a fucking great girl. One hell of a fucking great girl. Dynamite woman."
Andrew smiled and laughed because he agreed with them.
Lilly and Bob slipped away for a while and made love. They enjoyed their sex even more than before knowing that the people around them were happy.
Andrew and Agnes flew to Europe to enjoy a wonderful long honeymoon and Lilly and Paul were left to tend the shop, a job which they did well. Money poured in. Business flourished.
One day a woman came in looking for a rocking chair. She never bought the chair. She got Paul instead. They stood there looking into each other's eyes and then they spoke lovingly about antiques for a long time.
"Are you collecting for long?" he asked.
"Collecting what?"
Paul started to laugh. He knew that the woman was looking at him with as much interest as he was looking at her. He liked everything about her. He wanted to know her. He wanted to have. her.
"I would like very much to take you over to the Purple Plum and buy you some lunch. That is, if you are not married, have no fiance, and don't mind having lunch with a strange man who wants very much to go to bed with you. My name is Paul Riggs."
"Mine is Kate Hastings. I am not married. I have no fiance. And I do not mind having lunch with a strange man who wants very much to go to bed with me. When do we leave?"
"As soon as I can get into my jacket."
Paul slipped into his sport coat and led Kate Hastings to the door, undressing her with his eyes and knowing beyond a doubt that this woman would be one terrific lay. He was planning to get into her before dinner. He would do it tactfully, but, without leaving room for a refusal.
Lunch went well. The food was superb, but, it always was at the Purple Plum. Afterward they walked around from one antique store to the next until it was nearly time for dinner.
"I have to drive back to New York," Kate said.
"But, I want to buy you dinner. You can stay, and you can stay at my place for the night. If you are wondering, that is an invitation and a proposition. It would be no fun to have you here if I can't touch you."
"Touch away."
They dined and they danced until the rooms were closing. Then they went back to Paul's apartment and they had a nightcap. He refilled the glasses twice, but, they never really got into the third round. They got undressed and fell into each other's arms. Kate clasped Paul's cock in her hands and bent down to take it into her mouth. She sucked a cock like it had never been sucked before, stripping it of any power, a toy in her clutches, draining it until it was limp.
"Eat me," she said.
And Paul did as she wanted. For over an hour his tongue worked on her tingling twat, driving her insane as she had done to him, tickling her clamoring clit with his wicked licks, using his teeth to drive her to even greater lustful moments. He knew how to please a woman. He really knew how, and he was showing her what he could do for her.
"You are the kind of man with whom I could fall in love," she said after she had come three times. "I could really groove on you for a long, long period of time. Are you into commitment?"
Paul thought for a moment. "I'm into relationships that are caring and devoted and that really please both people involved. I have no time for bullshit that leaves people hurt." hurt and "Yes! Right Kate said. "We are on the same brain wave, the same track. We are the Gucci answer to Darby and Joan. Baby, let's pool it. I've never proposed to a man before, but, why the hell not? Marry me, Paul. Marry me and we can join forces and fuck, fuck, fuck!""
"Let's fuck right now," he said, and he drilled his newly hard rod into her eel slippery cunt. "Good fucking," he said. "Really good fucking."
His cock rode hard and fast and she was loving it, wrapping her high style legs around his body, joyously strapping him to her as she took his man pole into her cunt and bounced with it, giving it anything but a casual ride.
When they had both come, he looked down into her ace and spoke to her.
"You have a bargain, Kate Hastings. Tomorrow we get blood tests and a license and we get married as soon as we can. No big deals, we keep my place here and yours in the city. You do your work. I do mine. But, we fuck only each other...." ... "unless we both dig a third," she said.
Their heads worked well together. She was a girl after his own heart and after his own cock and he was glad that they had found each other.
They were married ten days later before Andrew and Agnes were even giving thought to coming home.
Lilly and Bob were seeing a lot more of each other now, too. He had gotten a job at Central Medical in New Hope and had taken a small apartment only five minutes from the Jackson house. Now he and Lilly were together virtually all of their free time.
"Isn't it wonderful," he asked, "the way things have worked out? Isn't it great that we can be here like this. I love you so much that I can't stand the moments when we are apart." She led him into his new little apartment and undressed, lying wantonly across the bed, her legs spread wide, affording him a stunning view of her humping hole. She massaged her tits and watched as he grew harder and harder within his hospital whites. He looked exactly as he had the first time they met and she was nostalgic for the room and the wine and the tears.
"Come to me," she said, and she held her arms out to him.
Bob undressed quickly and rushed to her, his erect penis jutting before him like the flag that is carried onto the field by an Olympic runner. He crawled on top of her and buried his flagpole into her snatch even as he covered her face with kissed.
"This is our first fuck in my new apartment," he said.
"Let's make it a good one."
It was always a good fuck for the two of them. Sometimes Bob thought that they should give fucking lessons to the towns people who would obviously learn a thing or two from the display.
His cock was iron when he was inside of Lilly, and her cunt was like a hot furnace, eager and ready for his stunning stoker, his pecking poker, his crowning cock. She adored having him inside of her cunt, as he rode her she moved like a camel, grilling him with her humps. She was the ideal fuck mate for Bob. She was strong where he was not, yet able to move with his strong points as well. And nobody sucked his cock the way she did.
And nobody ate her pussy the way he did, either. After they had fucked three times he ate her cunt, the same cunt in which he had just deposited his load. He loved to service her because she so loved his lip service. He reached his tongue deep into her quivering quim and she moaned and groaned and sobbed with glee.
They each came and came and came until their bodies ached from over exertion. Then they fucked and came again.
Andrew and Agnes came home and were delighted that Paul and Kate had joined forces, they were equally delighted that Lilly and Bob were so blissfully together and happy. The six people joined for a big meal and discussed their goals and their hopes. It had been two months since Agnes and Andrew had left and they had obviously been seeing a lot of action.
"We have an announcement to make," Agnes said. "We didn't think it was possible, but, we are going to have a baby."
The guests all cheered and Lilly kissed Andrew and Agnes passionately.
"We are working on one," Kate said.
Only Lilly was careful not to get pregnant. Not until she was married.
A weeks later came another piece of good news. Lilly's real father, Morton Muffe had died in an insane asylum, in the saddle, so to speak, fucking his pretty female psychiatrist. He left half of his money to be divided by eight of his children and the other half to Lilly. She was happy to have the money which she felt she had worked for. AND SHE WAS HAPPY THAT HE WAS DEAD!!
Lilly decided that she would use that money for Bob, to help him set up a practice. And she did. They found a suitable office and arranged for him to still be affiliated with the hospital. All was really well.
Lilly and Bob were planning their wedding now. Andrew would legally consent to it on her sixteenth birthday and they would be married in Maryland and would honeymoon in Paris, Rome, and Boulder, Colorado. Lilly was already buying clothes for her trousseau and planning the guest list. It was not a long list, Andrew and Agnes, Paul and Kate, Ruth and Rae, and Buddy and his wife, Louisa Marta Rosa Hernandez Higgins, which was, it turned out, Buddy's real last name.
Lilly bought a calendar and marked off the days. One by one they ticked away and soon she was a month away from being sixteen. One month away from being married. One month away from working on a baby. She was one month away from the culmination of her innermost desires.