Chapter 5
"But it's only ten o'clock at night," Sheila argued. "We can at least start looking for her tonight."
For a minute Eddie didn't say anything as he careened the Ford around a curve on the freeway entering San Francisco. The lights glittering above them were sparkling clear, and after the smog of Los Angeles it was like entering another world. Eddie Johnson liked San Francisco because it always brought past pleasure to mind. Every once in a while a case would take him up here, and he never failed to score in the loose, freewheeling city. There were two hazards in San Francisco: alcohol, and eager, frustrated girls. Eddie enjoyed them both, to the maximum extent.
"It'll be hopeless," he told Jenny's sister. "Everyone parties here at night. Most women can't even find their own husbands at night, much less their sisters. I say let's wait until morning and start fresh."
Sheila bit her lip anxiously, wondering if she ought to argue further. Just a few moments before she had the terrible feeling Jenny was in danger somewhere and she could almost hear Jenny's voice crying out her name. The lush-bodied brunette suspected the actual reason the investigator wanted to wait until morning was that he was impatient to get her in bed, and that much was obvious from the way he glanced at her frequently, his eyes devouring her ripely curved tits and long legs.
"Just for an hour," Sheila begged. "Please, Eddie?"
He glanced at her and his prick stiffened harder in his pants. It was hard to resist her when she pleaded like that, but he knew an hour's search would be a waste of time, especially on a Friday night in Frisco. And that was simply one more hour he could spend working on that statuesque body.
"No," he said harshly. "We start in the morning."
Sheila sighed and looked out the car window with unseeing eyes. Where would Jenny sleep tonight? Suppose she'd hitchhiked and had gotten picked up by a fast-talking pimp or some drug-crazed hippies? There were worse fates than those but Sheila dared not think about them. The thing that bothered most though, that gnawed at her conscience, was her own undeniable guilt. At Jenny's sensitive age, what she'd seen that night between Sheila and the gigantic, brutal black man might have been the trigger of rebellion, and what better way to get vengeance on Sheila than to fling her own behavior back in her face by imitating it or even surpassing it?
Furious, it was possible her little sister might go out and pick up the biggest black she could find and provoke him into a savage rape.
Her tortured imagination was running rampant by the time Eddie had pulled into the driveway of a motel near the bay. She waited in the car as he went in and registered. When he came out he suggested they go out for a quick dinner.
"No," Sheila murmured. "I can't eat, not while Jenny's missing. But if you want to pick up a bottle...."
She knew it was the only way she'd be able to sleep tonight. She'd just have to knock herself out with alcohol-and sex, she remembered.
"I've got one in the trunk," Eddie said, pulling the car in front of a room. "I always carry one for emergencies."
As Eddie got a full bottle of Scotch out of the trunk of his LTD he decided he could do without dinner himself. The brunette's superb tits and legs were outlined in the glow of the motel door-light, and at that moment she looked like all the feast he needed. He opened the door, switched on the light and got ice from the refrigerator.
"Make mine a double, please," she told Eddie, sitting on the bed with her beautiful legs crossed. He handed her her drink and sat in an armchair across from her, sipping his own triple, unable to keep his eyes off her figure.
"I have a feeling something is terribly wrong with Jenny," Sheila finally said between gulps of her drink.
"Worrying won't help," Eddie countered. "Nine times out of ten they run home scared after a few days with nothing worse to show for it than a healthy appetite."
"And the tenth time?" she asked, her eyes fearful.
Eddie shrugged, not wanting to give a long dissertation on what makes prostitutes, lesbians, junkies and just plain weirdos out of runaway adolescents. Besides, he was getting extremely horny just watching her shift her plumply curved hips on the bed. He glanced at his watch.
"If we're going to get an early start in the morning, I'd suggest we get to bed early," he said.
She nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes. "Yes, you're right." She finished her drink in one gulp and held her glass out. "Refill it straight, please. I'll take it in the shower with me."
Eddie raised his eyebrows but poured three inches of Scotch into her glass without comment. Still dressed, she went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Eddie stripped to the waist and sat in the chair with another Scotch, feeling his cock throb impatiently. He heard the shower go on, gulped at his drink and mentally willed her to hurry....
Under the hot spray, Sheila stroked soap on her naked tits, deliberately letting her fingers linger with trembling excitement. Her mental resistance to the idea of surrendering her body to another stranger was quickly crumbling. Eddie was good-looking and there was some quality about him that she really liked, a defiance in his eyes, a "fuck you" expression for the world that melted temporarily when he looked at her. It couldn't possibly be as savage and animalistic as it was with that black brute.
Sheila's hands went down to her velvety thighs now, her heart beating fast at the thought of kneeling and humbly sucking Eddie's long cock. She knew it was long because she'd seen the outline of his swollen prick in his pants a number of times that day when he'd stared at her so hungrily she'd felt a hot response in her loins.
And whatever else the cruel black had done to her, he'd released a deep excitement, an urgent need in her blood that she knew was going to be a constant problem. She couldn't be content to drift through life any more with a rare and tedious fuck. She was going to have to be fucked very often and very thoroughly, and even now in the shower a hot pulsing ache had begun to radiate outward from her wet cunt to every inch of her flesh at the thought.
After drying herself down with urgent fingers, Sheila slipped her dress on over her naked body and went back into the other room.
Eddie was nervous pacing the floor. He paused to rake his eyes over her stunning curves, gulped the rest of his drink and said, "I'll be out in fiveminutes."
When the bathroom door shut Sheila switched off the lamp, stripped out of her dress and lay on top of the bed, running her fingers lightly over her velvety tits, already squirming her ass in small circles with impatience. She was getting terrifically hot again, her soft flesh aching with desire, her hot cunt beginning to seep its fluid, her nipples tingling wildly. The softly panting brunette knew intuitively that it was only her natural buried passion making up for lost time, demanding its due, but that didn't help her to control herself as her fingers trailed down over her hot belly and gently, blissfully rubbed her clit. She sucked in her breath as she spread her juice around her cunt-lips, raising her knees to slide a finger into her burning pussy, arching her back and gasping with excitement.
Slowly and sinuously, Sheila began fingerfucking herself, listening intently to the shower, stroking into her trembling hot cunt with long lascivious strokes that sent delicious ripples through her pussy, marveling at the sensitivity of her cunt after its battering the night before.
Stifling her moans, the hotly aroused brunette raised her knees higher and arched her back sharply as she plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, fervently praying Eddie would hurry, would appease not only the searing ache in her loins but would fuck her everywhere, between her panting tits, in her mouth, up her ass, and those images in her mind spurred her to masturbate faster and deeper, until she was eagerly thrashing on the bed and biting her lips savagely to keep from crying.
The shower suddenly went off.
With a stab of guilt Sheila urgently slid her wet fingers out of her throbbing cunt and lay back on the bed with her legs widely parted. She felt as if her skin was blazing as she waited, knowing she didn't have the nerve to ask him but praying he would make up for what she'd missed all these years, that he would fuck her between her big soft tits and cum on them so she could spread his jism all over them, that he would shoot his burning load into her mouth, that he would fuck her in the shower and on the floor and in the chair....
The bathroom door opened and, unable to control herself, Sheila stood up in front of the bed, catching her breath when she saw his long stiff cock outlined in the light before he switched it off. He was not towering and massive like the black man had been, but lean and muscular, with curly black hairs on his chest and a mass of it above his prick.
Eddie started toward her in the darkened bedroom and the wildly eager brunette stepped up to meet him, twining her arms around him and kissing him on the mouth, moaning as his thick cock crushed against her belly with throbbing heat.
For a few seconds she showered frantic little bites on his mouth and her fingers hefted his cock with lewd strokes, her urgency startling him.
"Oh Eddie, I don't want you to think I'm just a whore," she whispered, squeezing his cock gently, "it's just that I'm so hot right now-I haven't had much of a sex life until last night and I want to try everything! Please sit on the bed...."
"You've come to the right party," he replied hoarsely. He sat on the edge of the bed and Sheila knelt between his knees, rubbing the length of his hot cock in both her palms, shivering with anticipation. Then she angled his prick up high and reached beneath to kiss each of his fuzzy balls in turn, vibrating the tip of her moist tongue against their fuzzy surface to make him groan. Next she planted kisses on every inch of the hard flesh of his cock all the way up to the swollen head while his hands reached out to cup and squeeze her huge tits.
Impatient now, Sheila seized the head of his dick in her hot lips and rammed most of its length into her wet mouth until the knob battered her throat, and she gagged. Again she thrilled to the feeling of rigid throbbing meat inflaming her mouth, the helpless sensation of almost choking on sheer male power, and as she cupped his balls in her hands, massaging, she began sucking to a slow, wanton rhythm, cooing sounds of pleasure coming from her throat.
Once the frustrated brunette had heard one of the girls in her office use the word "cocksucker", and she thought it was the most vile expression imaginable. Now she understood the full impact of the word and she loved it. Sheila began to experiment with lascivious delight on Eddie's hot prick, wriggling her wet tongue around the knob each time she drew back to make him grunt with surprise, sucking fiercely on the thick meat one minute and then teasing Eddie with slow loving kisses the next, pausing as his cock swelled and hardened in her mouth to press it in the valley of her burning tits and crush the silky mounds to it.
Her cunt began to trickle its honeyed juice, but Sheila ignored her lust, determined to please Eddie, nestling her nose deep in his crotch to suck on his swollen balls, hearing his gasps with pride.
Eddie's gasps were as much of surprise as pleasure. She claimed she hadn't had much of a sex life but from the way she was ravenously devouring his prick with all those wild artistic little frills he was practically ready to cum. Her hot silky mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, on his balls sucking fervently, licking the head of his cock with frantic delight, trying to coax his load with passionate hot sucks that were driving him crazy. Either she was a great liar or a natural cocksucker.
"Oh baby, that's great," Eddie groaned as she sucked to a furious rhythm now, "but listen-oooof!-I'm gonna cum if you don't-wow!-ease up."
The next moment Eddie decided that was exactly what he wanted to do. He was so aroused now he'd cum in three seconds if he started fucking her, so he clasped her thick hair in his hands and began jerking faster into her mouth, and at once the frenzied brunette was jerking her fist on his wildly surging prick as she sucked deliriously, muffled screams of bliss coming from her throat.
Sheila was panting furiously as his throbbing meat rammed deeper and harder into her hotly sucking mouth, as it surged violently in her fist. She was almost crazy with anxiety to taste and swallow his cum, and when it came in great boiling gushes to spatter her throat she pushed him back onto the bed, moaning with uncontrollable lust as she gulped it greedily down, draining him urgently with her jerking fingers and savagely sucking mouth. The thick burning fountain was delicious beyond description to her, stinging her insides as she gobbled it rapidly, saving some of the pungent stickiness in her mouth to roll it around with wanton joy.
Long after Eddie's cock had dwindled in her lips Sheila sucked eagerly, not wanting to miss one delicious drop. Finally she released him with a lingering final suck and blissfully hugged the limp cock to her cheek.
"Oh Eddie," she whispered, "I loved it! I never did that before! Oh darling, I'm sorry if you wanted to save it for fucking me ... I mean, I just couldn't control myself-I had to have it!"
Eddie sat up, panting. "That's okay, Sheila. To tell you the truth, it's the wildest blow-job I've ever had-hell, I couldn't control myself either."
If her cunt was half as hot and eager as her mouth, Eddie knew he was in for another surprise. "Get up here on the bed," he told her.
Quickly, Sheila obeyed, wondering how he was going to appease the wild aching in her pussy, hoping he would finger-fuck her. The idea excited her feverishly. It never occurred to her he might do anything else at the moment, or that the black man had omitted any thrills in his brutal assault the night before.
Eddie felt amused as he leaned down and began teasing her huge silken tits in his fingers. Saving his load? What did she think he was, an invalid? Already his prick was beginning to pulsate as he started kissing her beautiful tits, biting the nipples gently and squeezing their burning flesh in his hands. She was moaning loudly and crushing his head down on them now, undulating her hips anxiously on the bed.
Eddie's mouth slid down over her softly rounded belly and Sheila suddenly realized what was coming. She eagerly parted her thighs and drew her knees up, trembling like a leaf in a storm. He was going to eat her! She had no idea what it would be like, just a passionate curiosity as his mouth drew closer to her throbbing wet cunt, as his strong hands gripped her weaving ass tightly. Now he was teasing her with his tongue, licking the very fringes of her waiting cunt-lips, his breath hot on her trembling pussy.
A moment later a startled cry came from the stunned brunette as his long tongue darted into her tender cunt and a fierce thrill shot up her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she cried. Then another shattering thrill and another as Eddie began sucking and licking her searing cuntal flesh with relish, leaving Sheila dazed with excitement.
"Eddie-it's-it's fantastic! Ooooh, darling, darling, I'll lose my mind!"
Moaning in a frenzy of new pleasure, Sheila locked her long legs around his back and sank her nails into his shoulders, lunging her fiery pussy wildly up into his face, thrashing her head from side to side with breathless joy.
"Oh, Eddie, I'll-unnnngh!-cum! Oh Lord, I never dreamed-aaaaagh! Don't stop! Oooooh!"
Her pussy was like honeyed fire as it writhed happily beneath his expert mouth, and Eddie realized his prick was straining fiercely again, eager to test the tight silken cunt. Eddie couldn't recall all the pussies he'd eaten since he'd begun fucking girls at fourteen, but he had to admit the brunette's was one of the wildest, a hot delicious animal slapping up to meet his lapping tongue, a fragrant slit of lust that sucked right back at him with boiling passion.
"Eddie-I'm cumming-cummmmmmmmming! Darling, darling, suck me faster, faster-aaaaaagh!"
Sheila lifted her frantic ass high in the air and wriggled it hysterically as the orgasm exploded in her cunt, blazing through her voluptuous body in breathtaking ripples, and she prayed that Eddie's hungry sucking and beautiful tongue would never stop as another thrilling wave of violent joy followed, and another.
"Fuck me, darling, oh fuck me now, I need your hot prick!" she sobbed, tugging at his armpits.
Eddie climbed up on top of her, his hard cock surging. Quickly she clutched it and guided it in with wanton gasps, letting out a long wail as it gorged her hot wet pussy. There was no pain this time, just sheer delight as the hard mass pierced her and throbbed and began to stroke like a magnificent precision fucking machine.
And effortlessly as Eddie lunged, he leaned down to suck on her tits, tonguing each nipple in turn to make Sheila cry, slamming into her clasping cunt with relentless strokes that made her naked body thrash violently with lust.
"Never-I've never been fucked like this, darling Eddie!" Sheila moaned, locking her legs around his waist and rubbing his hard ass in her furious fingers, shuddering again as another orgasm began.
"Neither have I," Eddie panted, gritting his teeth as her silken wet cunt gripped and squirmed and shot intense thrills through his cock. It was true, he realized; he'd found the fantastically wild pussy he'd only fantasized about through scores of fucking sessions with eager panting women, and everything about the lush brunette, from her velvety hot tits burrowing into his chest to the passionate mouth that had just given him his wildest blow-job, from her long beautiful legs locked fervently around his waist to her gorgeous hot ass swinging madly in his hands, everything about her turned him on like a shot of crackling electricity.
Eddie had found his pace now, his urgency taken care of by her eager mouth, and he fucked her to a sensuous tempo, plummeting his long prick deep into her juicy cunt with delicious pleasure, able to hold back his load by deliberately concentrating on something else each time her hotly sucking pussy threatened to trigger his cum.
"Eddie, Eddie," she panted, clawing his back, "why are you so-aaaaah, oh Jesus, I'll faint-why are you so good to me? Eddie, I love to-ooooh!-fuck you, darling, I'll do anything you say, I love you! Oh dear God I'm cumming again!"
The brunette was crying steadily beneath him now, pulling at his hair and gyrating her hips in wide circles, telling him she was crazy about him, wanted to do this every day and every night with him, couldn't get enough of his beautiful prick. He could still hold back his load but he was beginning to tire.
When he pulled his stiff cock out of her cunt she screamed softly and begged him never to stop.
"I'm not," Eddie reassured her. "Sit up on top of me and you fuck me for a while until I catch my breath, Sheila."
He lay back and she eagerly sat astride his hips, hissing with lewd rapture as she lowered her searing wet cunt down on his upright cock, stroking up and down with wide undulations of her hips, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Casually Eddie played with her tits as his stamina recovered. Each time she slid all the way down she gasped, squirming her cUnt feverishly and sobbing his name like a prayer.
Most women thought he let them cum again and again out of tender consideration, but Eddie laughed at the idea. The simple fact was he liked to prolong his own pleasure and had gotten used to fucking for at least an hour a day, sometimes two. This one had absolutely gorgeous tits that were just begging to be fucked sooner or later, huge, proud and hot in his fingers. And her ass was built for just one purpose, too. She'd reached behind her to squeeze his balls gently now and Eddie knew he couldn't hold out any longer, that her deliciously tight cunt was coaxing him too urgently.
Sheila sensed it too. She fell forward and rammed her tongue into his mouth and began jerking her wet cunt up and down on him rapidly, her pussy-flesh so hot and wild Eddie groaned deeply and released his control.
For a full sixty seconds his cock spurted into her joyously clasping cunt while she ground her swollen tits into his chest and filled the room with soft wanton screams.
Eddie let the violently trembling brunette sob on top of him for a while before he gently pushed her off.
"Jesus," was all he could mutter.
"Eddie," she whispered, snuggling close to him, "I'm crazy about you, honestly. I'll never have it like that again with anyone but you, T know it. You're my dream ... fuck, come true."
He laughed. "You're not bad yourself, Sheila." He decided to find out the source of her guilt toward her little sister, suspecting it was linked with sex.
"All right, out with it now," he said in a hard voice. "Why did your sister run away? I want the truth, all of it."
When he spoke like that to her, Sheila would do anything for him now, and she began to tell him in a low muffled voice about the black stranger, how Jenny had caught her, how the brutal man had raped her ass and forced her to blow him, where the hundred dollars she'd given Eddie had come from. She told him every sordid detail, too relaxed and happy and unaware to realize she'd touched a cord of icy contempt in him. When she'd finished, Eddie sat up in bed and groped for a cigarette in the dark. After he lit it, his voice was cold and harsh:
"Jesus Christ," he said with disgust, "and I thought you had class, that you were someone special. You pick up a man in a bar, an obvious creep, take him home to where your little sister is, and for a hundred bucks let him treat you like a two-bit whore. Your kid sister sees it all and runs away and now you cry on my shoulder?"
Sheila felt a sudden wave of misery and fear. "Eddie, it wasn't exactly like that, I needed money desperately-"
"Crap!" he exploded. "Lots of women need money but they don't sell their asses to every sadist that comes along, they don't sell their asses period.
She could feel his cold eyes boring down on her in the darkness and she shivered with shame and self-contempt.
"You're nothing but a whore," he said savagely, "using your financial condition as an excuse. If you really had any pride or class you'd have moved to a cheap rooming house or taken a job as a clerk in a department store. When I was a cop in L.A. I met hundreds of hookers, and not one of them had any pride or class. They were goddamn tramps from the core up, but at least they couldn't help themselves because they were strung out on junk or stupidity or a rough home life. You've got no excuse, lady. And no self-respect."
He smoked the rest of his cigarette in cold silence, his back to her.
"Eddie," she whispered miserably, "if you'll just forgive me...."
He put out his cigarette, furious. His experiences as a cop had left him cold and unrelenting where hookers were concerned. Eddie didn't have any moral ax to grind, he simply held any woman who would sell her cunt in contempt. And he thought the ravishing brunette had quality! She wasn't a pro but the cop in him still scorned her, while Eddie himself knew she was the perfect fuck, and this conflict began to bother him deeply.
The fact was, she wasn't even touching him now, was a good two feet away on the bed and his prick was beginning to rise again from the mere presence of her hot silken body, the knowledge that her electrifying cunt was so close. What she'd done was dumb, but he really ought to allow her one blunder. While one part of Eddie melted, the other was icy and unforgiving. Christ, she was such a magnificent piece of ass too-the mere heat of her naked body was enough to make his cock throb urgently again, ready for another torrid piece. But in his mind she was already classified as a whore.
While Eddie wrestled with desire and disdain, Sheila lay trembling and alone, wondering what to do. She was crazy about him, she realized, and whether it was strictly sex-crazy or not she didn't care. Even as she wallowed in shame and self-contempt she hungered for his beautiful cock, for another round of wild fucking. But he was so distant and untouchable, so tough and hard.
"Eddie," she finally murmured, "maybe I am what you say. But if I have to be a prostitute, I'll gladly ... do it just for you." Her voice trailed to a whisper. "I'll do anything you say, turn over all the money to you if you'll just love me once in a while ... I'll hook for you, Eddie, not because I want to be a whore but just because I ... need you."
"Let me sleep!" he snapped. Christ, he was just about to forgive her and climb on for another fantastic piece when she came up with that line! What the hell did she think he was, a pimp? With his back to her, he shut off the anger and conflict in his mind and went to sleep, still tormented by his surging hard-on.
Long after Eddie was asleep, Sheila tossed in bed, frantic with worry. She hadn't even thought of Jenny in her long blissful session of fucking, not once, but now anxiety tore at her nerves. Was her little sister still a virgin? Suppose they never found her! And what about herself? How was she going to pick up the fragments of her life? Eddie hadn't just fucked her, he'd practically enslaved her to his wild mouth and thrilling prick. God, she thought she would die with joy when he'd eaten her cunt like that, and that was only the beginning. The whole episode now seemed like one long endless orgasm, and just thinking about it made her cunt tingle fiercely, made her want to nestle her mouth down to his cock and suck him off in his sleep.
She'd do anything, no matter how degrading, to go through this every night. But it was hopeless now. He was such a stubborn bastard!
Timidly, the horny brunette snuggled her ripe tits and damp pussy-hairs against him, praying he would fuck her just once more before he left her.
Sheila Donovan know intuitively that beneath all the pretense and coy games women everywhere played, all any of them really wanted out of life was a thorough, passionate fucking.
The rest of it was just hot air.