Chapter 9
April was even sensuous when she ate, thought Jed Willis, as he sat across from her. She had asked for her steak rare, blood rare, and she devoured the meat with a dainty grace that still had overtones of an animal quality.
She gulped large quantities of the wine along with her food, each time smiling innocently at him across the table. There was something highly sexual rand sensuous about her.
Beneath the table, his cock had remained hard all through the dinner. Halfway through the meal, he had made up his mind that he wanted her, wanted to fuck her. He wanted her more than any woman he had ever met.
As she ate, she would brush her arms against the sides of her pendulous breasts, squeezing them together in the low-cut blouse. That, plus her strange eyes, aroused him, almost hypnotizing him into begging her for her body, something he had never done with any woman.
The blouse she wore was of a heavy material and fitted tightly, with a low neck, providing him with an erotic view of her heavy, golden tits unconfined by a bra. The nipples were hard and thrust invitingly against the material as if she were already lusting for sex. Her skirt was short and revealed her thighs clear up to her rounded ass.
After lunch, he maneuvered her to the sofa with brandy and small talk. She told him of her poor background and how she had started off on the wrong foot in life, but now she was determined to do things like a normal person.
He heard very little of what she said. His blood was racing in his mind. She had made a slave of him and he knew it. She sat on the sofa, letting her skirt ride clear to her hips, exposing her fleshy, luscious thighs. He found it impossible to swallow the brandy or raise his eyes from that arousing expanse of flesh.
"God, you're beautiful," he suddenly blurted out.
"Do you really think so?" she said, without emotion, leaning back and thrusting her heavy breasts out, making them rise to unbelievable proportions. "You're staring at me."
"Yes... I know," he replied, at last tearing his eyes from her body. He was swimming in space and there was nothing he could do about it and he didn't like it.
"Jed... may I call you Jed?"
"Of course."
"If you could have anything in the world right now... what would you want?"
"You," he said, without a second thought.
"That's impossible," she replied, casually. "Pick something else."
"There isn't anything else," he said. "Just you. Why is it impossible?"
"It's a long story," she said.
"I want to hear it," he replied, moving closer to her.
"I was born in a small town," she intoned, as if it were a litany that she had memorized, which indeed she had. "We were poor. I wanted out. I wanted money and excitement I came to the big city and became a prostitute. I made money but I also grew to hate men. Now I only like girls."
"So, I'll just pay you," he said, "and be another one of the men you hate."
"No," she replied, "if we did anything I would just have to quit my job with you. Then I would be no better off than before... no job... no money."
"I'll give you a lot of money," he panted.
She lay down on the couch, her skirt rolling up to show her crotch. "How much would you pay to make it with me, Jed?"
His mouth watered as his eyes devoured the rust-colored bulge in her panties. He had never been drawn to a body as he was drawn to hers. His mind was a mess, but he somehow thought of the bet. But this couldn't be the girl. Leroy had said she was tall and dark.
His lips drooled. "Five... five thousand dollars' worth."
"Reasonable," she said. "Let's go into the bedroom." She stood and dropped her skirt and panties to the floor, leaving only the blouse to cover part of her body. As she walked toward the bedroom, her asscheeks jigged in tempo with her graceful strides.
At the doorway, she paused, looked back at him where he still sat. She beckoned him with a long-nailed finger. There was not the slightest bit of request in her manner now. It was a total and complete demand which he didn't have the power in his aching body to deny.
He followed her and felt the blood pounding in his cock as she stretched her nearly naked body across the bed.
"Come and fuck me, Jed darling," she said, raising her arms to him.
It was too much for any man to stand. He knew he would have paid any price for her. But still he seemed to be hesitating.
"Fuck me, Jed. Put your big cock in me. You know you want to. And when you've fucked out a load in me, I'll suck you hard and swallow your come. You'd like that, I know. Think of your prick stuffed in my face and your cum spurting into my mouth."
He was helpless as he pulled his clothes off and watched as she spread her legs wider. Her pink slit gleamed wet and inviting before his eyes as he walked to the bed. His cock was so hard it ached and his balls felt heavy with cum.
She played with her big tits and smiled at him.
"Fuck me," she said.
He moaned.
"Fuck my cunt and asshole..."
When he brought the tip of his swollen cock to her opening, her cunt muscles seemed to reach out and grip it, drag the length of him into the seething honey of her pussy. Fingers of hot flesh stroked him, ground against the head of his shaft, pulled and pulled on him until it seemed that his balls would also be drawn into the turmoil between her legs.
He groaned, felt come boiling in his balls. He did not want it to end here, this soon, but it was going to be hard to hold himself back.
She started coming the second his cock entered her hole. He knew she was, for her juices dribbled out every time he stroked, and he knew a woman could not be that hot unless she were spasming within.
"You've got a beautiful... hard... prick... stuff it... deep... baby! Your beautiful dick... stuff me..."
He grabbed her tits, pistoned, exploded with long, drenching jets of thick sperm inside her tight hole, back so deep that he sprayed the cream into her womb, into the depths of her pulsing pussy.
"Now, let me suck it off," she gasped, trying to scramble from beneath him.
"Nothing left," he said.
"Oh, yes!" She grasped the prick, and he was surprised to see it was still rock-hard and ready.
"Suck it," he found himself urging, pushing his cock at her face. The spermy root slipped along her cheek, leaving a trail of come.
She bent forward and took the sperm-wet cock between her lips, slid her mouth down, down, until all the soft, flaccid flesh was in her mouth. When she had contained it for a brief moment, she released it and proceeded to take each bulging testicle into her mouth as well, one at a time. His genitals dripped her saliva when she was finished, and she smiled.
She grabbed the meat and took it into her mouth, began sucking it deep into her throat, further than a woman ever had before. She was able to swallow all the long, thick, greasy cock without gagging, as if her throat were made for oral sex and not eating and breathing. She took time to lick his balls and jiggle each of those spheres about in her mouth, then she returned to the aching cock, began stripping it furiously, bobbing her head up and down, up and down, her hair flying, bouncing.
"Coming..." he moaned. "Oh, shit, I'm coming again!"
Thick gobs of jism streamed from the end of his prick into her hot, sucking mouth. She swallowed hungrily, but couldn't take it all as drops ran down her chin, dripped on her tits and across her belly.
"No more..." he groaned, "that's enough. I've had it... I've had it all."
"Bullshit," she hissed and rolled her hips over his flaccid cock.
"Well, that's three," Norman Carroll said, sipping a glass of sherry and smiling at the two girls on the sofa across from him. "By the end of the week it will be done."
"Then what happens?" Gin said, sipping her own drink, but avoiding his eyes.
"I win the bet... what else?" Carroll replied.
"You win the bet, Norman, but what happens to us?" April asked.
"I don't know, April. I suppose you go back to [missing text]."
"You know better than that," Gin said. "We're different now... a lot different. You made us that way; you know we couldn't go back to a carney."
"You'll have twenty-five thousand dollars."
"Hell," April said, "that won't last long and you know it."
"Well, there's always hooking," Gin said, rising and crossing to the door, her voice flat and her body slumped in disgust. "We're high class as hell now. Our cunts should be worth a hell of a price until our tits start to sag."
She exited, slamming the door behind her.
"What's wrong with her?" Carroll asked.
"Maybe," April said, "the game's not such a good game any more."
"I don't understand."
"Maybe the real challenge is right here instead of out there."
"I never mix business with pleasure," he said, returning his concentration to the fire.
"We've noticed," April said, exiting the room with the same finality.
He kissed her soft, sweet lips, gently at first, then hungrily. His hands groped, then cupped her breasts as his body trembled with love and eagerness. Her mouth was warm and yielding as was her body. Desire flooded through his body like a surging river.
He loved her. He had never thought it possible, but he knew it had, at last, happened to him.
Hand in hand they crossed the living room of his tiny garage apartment and entered the bedroom. Their eyes on each other made both of them feel that they were almost mated.
Entering the room, she turned to him, put her arms around his neck, and whispered, "Your slave awaits, sire."
"Come on," he growled, "you make me feel like I'm part of the game. Don't make fun of me."
"Oh, darling, I wasn't making fun. I meant it. I love it with you. And I'm gad we're finally doing it together. A good woman wants a good man. And you are a good man, darling. I know you are in many ways... now I'm going to find out in the most important way."
"You really feel that way?" he asked.
"Yes... all right?"
"Yes," he replied, his head nuzzling in the warm, scented flesh of her shoulder.
"Then as long as we both know how I feel, let's both go along with it. Undress me, darling! Throw me on your bed, fuck me, come whenever you want to. Make me your slave tonight, my darling."
He wanted to enjoy all of her for a change, rather than just kisses, glimpses, and hurried feels.
He undressed her.
She stood motionless in the center of the room, offering almost no aid to his fumbling fingers. He sat on the floor, almost in reverence, and reached under her dress. Skillfully, he removed her pantyhose. Next came her shoes. Then he stood and kissed her again.
He ran the zipper downward on the back of her dress. He moved in front of her, took both sleeves and pulled the dress from her body.
She stood before him in matching black bra and panties. He moved back to stare at her beauty. She bit her lip and shot him a look that could only be interpreted as... hurry... hurry!
He groaned and removed her bra. There remained only a pair of sheer panties. They were so thin he could see every cunt hair. He turned her around and sighed as he rolled the panties down from her beautiful buttocks.
He stood back and stared at her.
She looked like a Goddess, inviting but untouchable.
Her breasts were exceptional. Her hips were rounded perfection. He moved around behind her and observed with pleasure the soft curves of her ass. He had often squeezed their lovable softness through her clothes, and now they would be his.
He scooped her in his arms and carried her to his bed. Lowering her to the soft, downy quilts, he stooped and massaged her breasts with his lips and tongue. He swiftly moved to cover her body with his kisses.
"Give it to me," she crooned. "Make love to me... don't just fuck me...! Make love to me!"
He stood and looked down at her, love swelling his pride, his mind, and his cock. She lay on her back, her breasts were still firm and upright even though they were huge and she was relaxed.
God, she was beautiful, he thought, beautiful and his. He could hardly believe it.
He removed his clothes quickly and reached for her knees. Slowly, he opened her legs.
She gasped in anticipation and spread them even wider than he would have dared. He placed one hand on her breast and the other by her side, for balance, and moved his body between her outstretched legs.
He could clearly see the opened pink lips of her moist pussy. Grabbing his pulsating meat, he moved the throbbing head up and down in her seeping crevice. The wetter he got his cockhead, the hotter her cunt became.
He now had a magnificent hard-on and he could see her clitoris enlarging and throbbing with each stroke of his bulbous cockhead.
Easily he pushed his smoldering cock between her cuntal lips. The penetration was as smooth as he had hoped it would be. He had creamed her opening so well that she had barely shuddered when he poured the full length of his hard meat up her cuntal channel.
He made several gentle lunges into her, but her moving hips, combined with her imploring voice, quickly caused him to progress from the gentle lover to the impassioned fucker.
It only took a few strokes of his cock to realize that he was on the verge of the fuck of his life.
He fucked into her pussy as far as the long length of his cock would take him. Her cunt responded, writhing and twisting in slow, controlled movements over the long impaling pole of his cock.
He teasingly circled the plunging hardness of his cock as it thrust deeply into her vagina. With his other hand he found the hard, pulsating bud of her desire-swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly, he teased it back and forth. He fucked into her like a slave trying to please his mistress as he felt her vagina opening up to him now as fully as it would, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
He knew she was ready to come and the heavily sweating man increased the velocity of his strokes into her cunt, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths.
Her straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull him into her pussy more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the obscene sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his pile-driving loins crashed brutally into her hungrily sucking pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily into his mouth. Her breasts seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like bullets.
"OhOhOhOh!" she whimpered as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his plunging rod. He quickened the stroke again, wanting to make this a cum she would remember all her life, one she would never forget!
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her pussy clawing and sucking at his pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it. She was panting like a runner at the end of a race, and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him too.
And then, they came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. She could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles suddenly explode and begin to jerk in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks. His pent-up sperm flooded hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirstily accepting belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low, paganlike groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her fulfillment, and the two of them ground their bodies nakedly against each other.
The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither moved as her sperm-filled vagina slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating penis.
"I love you, April," he said.
"I love you, too, Rocky," she replied.
"Together... just you and I," he said. "No more of this fucking bet shit."
"Yes, lover... anything," she replied, "anything you want."
"And Gin?" he said.
"Gin's a big girl," April replied. "If she decides to fall for the wrong man, she'll have to handle it herself."
Gin handled David Sayer as if he were putty in her hands.
"Fuck me, David Sayer... fuck me so good that I forget Norman Carroll and I'll tell him I failed. I'll tell him that all of you win the bet because you couldn't fuck me. Give me your cock and show me there is more man in the world than Norman Carroll!"
"And what if I don't?" David Sayer said.
"Then you lose," Gin replied. "It's only fair that you lose." She had tears in her eyes. "Call it a bet between you and me. If you lose, I lose."
Gin had thrown away Norman Carroll's game plan and merely went right to his apartment. She had walked in and told him the whole story.
"You're young... you're virile and handsome," she said softly. "Do this to me and for me, and I'll be very grateful to you."
He was numbed by her beauty. He watched the rise and fall of her gigantic breasts. He wanted to ease her down on the bed and kiss her soft, beautiful body.
She sat on his lap, her ripe, warm buttocks squirming on him. She put her arms around his neck, and the next moment her hot lips pressed against his.
His will was paralyzed. She continued to squirm on his lap. The fragrance of her clean, desirable body filled his nostrils.
The next moment her hand fumbled with his zipper. Eagerly, she grasped his penis, rubbed and stroked. His excitement quickly became frantic.
He surrendered to his passions.
He cupped one hot, velvety breast with his hand, feeling the nipple swell beneath his fingers. She sobbed as she clutched his organ and writhed her buttocks on his lap. Suddenly, she stood up, grasping his hand.
She led him to the bed. They undressed.
Sayer was unable to tear his eyes away from her body. Her breasts were ripe and lushly curved, dark nipples erect with passion.
"Hurry!" she begged.
He pushed her onto the bed, and she sobbed and squirmed against his pulsing organ.
The next instant, he had it in her. She moaned and kissed him with burning lips, begging for deeper penetration.
She became a wild woman beneath him, begging him for total gratification, demanding it from him. It was as if she had a sexual devil in her soul that only his cock could purge.
"If you don't slow down a little," he panted, "I'm going to come."
"Yes," she shouted, "come... COME! And then we'll come again and again and again!"
"Oh God," he groaned. "Oh, my God!"
"Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me! Pump your cock into me... pump, pump, pump! That's so good, so real good! Fill me up with your hot lava, fill me, fill me!"
Sayer tried every way he knew how but he couldn't hold it back. His ass jerked in crazy, gyrating ways as it always did just before the end. His arms held her tightly as a wild growl erupted from his lips.
His hard-on became even more immense in her cunt as his cock started to throb. It shook violently as the first ejaculated stream hit the inner walls of her vagina. The thick, white sperm merged with the oozing juices from deep within her to form an orgasm of tremendous power for both of them.
Thrust after thrust filled her until there was hardly any room for more. But she wanted more, much more. She felt his burgeoning head still driving against her womb and her spirits rose. He can do it, she thought, any man could do it for her. She didn't need Norman Carroll. It didn't matter that Norman Carroll could resist her... no other man could.
Their mixed fluids began to trickle from her slit as he rolled off her. They formed a puddle under her ass. His spent cock had already deflated.
Gin wanted more. With her ass rolling in the pool of cum, she wanted only one thing... another fuck. And she wanted it now.
"Again," she said, panting.
"Wait... wait," he stammered.
"No," she said. "Fuck me! Satisfy me! Remember it's five thousand dollars if you don't!"
"The hell with the money," he said, groggily.
"No," she screamed. "Satisfy me... make me come!"
She placed a knee on each side of his body. Her cunt was still dribbling droplets of mixed fluids and a few fell on his cock. She reached for it and rubbed its head on her wet lips. It began to stir at [missing text].
When it was about half hard-on size, Gin thought she could at least shove it into her cunt. Straddling his body, she lowered herself onto him, directing his cock up into her cunt. She came down on him easily and she knew his cock was a long way from reaching the back of her pussy wall. Pumping him with the up-and-down motion of her body did little to increase his sexual appetite and he remained flat on his back with an if-she-wants-it-she's-going-to-get-it attitude.
Gin wanted it and she was going to get it.
Sayer tried to please her, give her what she screamed for. He heaved upward with his body, creaming her cunt a second, and then a third time. She matched his orgasms with her own.
And still she wouldn't stop.
Her mouth covered his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his root, urging him on to more. He was floating, and in pain. It felt as if she would tear his cock from his body.
Then she was atop him, screaming and pounding on his face and chest, tearing at his flesh with her nails.
He managed to roll away from her tormented body but she came right after him. He slapped her once, twice with his open hand. The red talons, deadly in their accuracy, continued to seek out his body.
He doubled his fist and hit her with every ounce of power left in his body.
Gin woke through swimming streams of colored pain. Voices broke through the haze in her mind as did familiar smells. She recognized the familiar odors of her own bedroom in Norman Carroll's apartment.
"Will she be all right, Doctor?"
"Yes, Mr. Carroll. It must have been a nasty fall... and she seems to be suffering from both mental and physical fatigue, but I think with some rest she'll be fine."
"Good, good. Thank you very much, Doctor... and, as I mentioned, you will keep this a... quiet?"
"Of course, Mr. Carroll. Don't I always?"
Gin heard the door close and she opened her eyes.
"Ahh," he said, moving to the bed. "You're awake."
"You were deposited on the doorstep about an hour ago. No explanation... no nothing."
"There's probably a check in my purse," she intoned, a flat hollowness in her voice.
"I found it," he replied, easing himself gently to the bed beside her.
"Are you all right?"
"I guess so."
"I mean do you feel all right?" the doctor said.
She thought she detected real concern in both his face and his voice. Could it be possible, she thought, could he really care about something besides the stupid bet?
Then his voice came back to her... "April was delightful, but she was a little girl. She will always be a little girl. But you're different, Gin. You're a woman, all woman. April really never got into the spirit of it. She and Rocky will eventually grow bored with each other and the wild romance will be over."
"They left, didn't they? Together, I mean?"
"Yes..." he replied. "With a stupid little note. She left a letter for you, too... here."
She took the note and set it on the bedside stand.
"Aren't you going to read it?"
"Later," she said. "How different am I, Norman?"
"What?"
"You said I was different."
"You are," he said. "You're the most desirable, beautiful woman in the whole world."
"Do you really think that?"
"Yes," he whispered, "I do."
"Then prove it," she said, coiling her arms around his neck and bringing his lips down to hers.
Winning was everything to Carroll. That was why he had, up until then, remained aloof from her. She was indeed the most intoxicating woman he had ever seen and he knew that should anything pass between them before the bet was over, it would be difficult to continue to win.
His estimate was correct.
Her kiss was like honey. It was different from other women because it was not only sexual, it was loving and giving. It was the one thing he had always avoided. That, to Norman Carroll, was the only way to win, never accepting or giving anything but sex in a relationship.
Her closeness stirred his senses more than anything or anyone had before. If there was one woman in the world who could alleviate his boredom and satisfy him completely, it was Gin.
He reached for her and felt her warm flesh slide into his arms. Her breasts moved lovingly and tantalizingly only a hair's breadth from his chest. He found the slightest degree of distance between them intolerable.
"Take me," she sighed. "Love me!"
She pulled him to her, opening his robe at the same time. The perfume from between her breasts reached his nostrils as he spread his fingers and slid them down her back. He cupped her buttocks.
She thrust her hips forward, locking his massive erection between her thighs.
He gasped with unbelievable pleasure at the sensations. His mouth flew over her heaving breasts, devouring them with kisses.
Then he made love to her, very gently and very passionately. She reacted to himin the same way.
"Lie on top of me," she moaned. "Don't let me get away. Not ever."
She reached and found his throbbing hard-on. Gently, she guided him into her cunt.
Fingers of desire leaped alive. Her breasts thrust upward. All of her ached to open wide and hold him inside.
She felt his hands beneath her. His palms moved along the sides of her ass.
"Kiss me," she moaned. "Kiss me all over."
Her thighs spread wide, allowing him to sink between, as he buried his long cock within her.
Again and again she came as she felt his hot cum pouring into her.
It had been the ultimate for both of them and both of them knew it.
He rolled away from her.
Winning, he thought, winning.
He rolled back close to her until he could cup her face in his hands. "Only one more... Leslie Thompson. Then it's over," he said.
"What... you mean...? Oh, Christ," she cried, sitting bolt upright in bed.
"Don't worry, Gin," he said, grasping her arm. "As soon as I win the bet, we'll go away someplace together."
"Swell," she said, jumping from the bed and pacing up and down, her face in her hands.
"Paris, Gin," he said, "London, anywhere, anywhere you want to go."
"What good will that do?"
"We'll have won," he said.
"You'll have won, you mean," she said. "And when will you get bored again? Huh? What will you have me do the next time. Who will you have me fuck so we can break up the boredom next time?"
"You know that's not true..." he said.
"How do I know," she said, her eyes finding April's letter. She ripped it open. "Let's see how April finally made up her mind about what to do."
"Look, Gin," Carroll implored, "will you just listen to me?"
Her shrieking laughter interrupted him. She fell to the floor, her eyes dripping tears as high, shrill laugher continued to erupt from her lips. "Oh rich, really rich... you son-of-a-bitch," she said, at last able to regain a portion of her composure.
"What's the matter?" Norman asked, real anxiety in his voice, fearful that she had really flipped.
"It's over... it's all over," she said, "April's already taken care of your bet, and you lose... unless you want to handle it yourself."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"April felt she had to do at least that much for you," Gin said. "She went to Leslie Thompson's apartment... she tried to seduce him... he turned her down. Don't you see the irony in Norman? That old bastard, Leslie Thompson is gay! April couldn't even get him interested!"
Norman Carroll had never been in Leslie Thompson's place. It was awesome in its glitter and femininity.
"I'm so glad you decided to drop over, Norman," Thompson said. "I've been waiting for a long time. When you came up with this boredom business I almost invited you then. But then you had the idea for the bet and I just figured I'd wait and see if you'd come by yourself."
"I don't understand, Leslie," Carroll said. "All these years..."
"Appearances, my dear boy, appearances. God, darling, you look dreadful," Leslie said. "Drink?"
"Yeah, thanks. Listen, Leslie, what if I just said you went along with April? I win the bet and give you your money back."
Leslie paused, the whiskey bottle in his hand, poised in mid-air over a glass. He turned to Carroll, his eyebrows raised in a quizzical stare. "Oh, come now, Norman. You're worth much more than the money to me. Besides, I'm like you... I'm bored without a challenge, it means much more than money to win. Your check is right there on the table."
He crossed the room and handed a drink to Carroll.
"Thanks," croaked Carroll.
"Don't thank me, Norman," Leslie said, reaching out and running his hand up and down the front of Norman's crotch. "We'll be thanking each other pretty soon."
Norman Carroll felt the other man's arm go around his waist. He felt the hand at his crotch. He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as he fell back into the sofa. He felt his hands being lowered.
"Beautiful," Thompson said. "Just beautiful. It's worth waiting for and it's worth paying for."
Once, Carroll thought, just this once. And I've got to win. What else is there? I've got to win. Where did Gin go? Back to Hunt probably. She loses, but I win.
"I win," Carroll said aloud as he felt the head of his cock being enveloped by Leslie Thompson's wet mouth.