Chapter 1
Confusion swirled in the curvaceous black-eyed blonde's tormented brain like a whirlpool, causing her pointed young tits to quake in rhythm to her agitated breathing. Agony masked her beautiful face. She felt lost, isolated and frightened and with good reason. Time for her went back to late this afternoon and no farther. Dead end all the way. Beyond regaining consciousness on a bed at this remote mountain hunting lodge ... she could remember nothing!
Amnesia! The word skittered through her mind like a mouse being pursued by a hungry cat. The word was not unfamiliar to her. Gordon had told her that she was suffering from this malady, using medical terminology she understood without quite knowing how or why she understood and she believed him. But why had she turned into an amnesiac? What in the fucking hell had happened to cause this mental blackness? Terror? A fall? A nervous breakdown? What, damn it, what?
Something stirred in the blonde's mind, causing her large tits to bounce faster, bringing their coral nipples into full arousal from the sudden and almost sexual excitement that embraced her. There was a fragment of something struggling to escape from the dungeon of her subconscious. It was a blurred picture hanging in the gallery of her brain ... a meadow scene or a park ... and a naked girl on a swing. A deep frown lined her brow. She thought the girl on the swing with her big tits and bushy cunt exposed was herself, but she couldn't be sure. A moan seeped past her red lips. If only she could bring that fucking picture into sharper focus.
This naked girl on the swing showing her titties and pussy to the phantoms walking by ... who was she? Where in the hell had she come from? And on top of this she wondered out loud, "Who am I?"
The question went unanswered.
A faint smile of sadness haunted the corners of the girl's sensual red mouth as she studied her curvaceous body in the full-length door mirror of the bathroom. She saw a black-eyed stranger with honey-colored hair framing a heart-shaped face staring back at her. A beautiful stranger attired in a black transparent nightgown whose hemline reached the floor, slippers with five-inch heels, black bikini panites and a matching nylon half-bra that barely covered the blushing pink tips of her full breasts.
"Who the hell are you, big-titted pussycat?" she asked the reflection of herself. "Lady or tramp? Hard or easy to lay? Tell me!"
Her big-breasted mirror twin made no answer.
An expression of smug satisfaction masked her beautiful face as she eyed her lush reflection with critical delight for a few more seconds. Then the smile mushroomed into a nervous laugh as she asked her double in the mirror, "How old are you, pussycat? Gordon insists you're only seventeen. An educated guess? Probably. He could be right, but you look a bit older in the tits. The rest of you is a mere slip of a girl. Honestly, outside of your titties there isn't enough meat on you to bait a mousetrap." She shrugged and made her breasts dance. "Well, judging by the way Gordon gobbled me up with his eyes before he shagged ass for the village, wherever in hell that is, he must like little baby girls with big titties. Cripes, the way his huge cock was fighting to break out of his pants when he walked out of this place, I was afraid he might ask me to soften it for him with my mouth, cunt or asshole."
She stopped talking and frowned again. Now why had she thought of sex in those three ways? Had she indulged in all of them at one time or another? Memory tugged and instinct said yes. This same instinct told her that she was not a virgin, but when had she lost her cherries in those three places ... and to whom? Gordon? Not likely. He didn't seem to belong anywhere in her lost past.
An excited look came into her eyes as she told her mirror twin, "Maybe Gordon doesn't belong in my past, but if that big hard-on I saw poking at his pants is indicative of anything, I have a hunch he's going to become an important part of my future. Damn, I never saw a man get so worked up and so fast!" She paused, then asked herself, "Now how do I know I never saw a man come down with a bad case of the hots so fast?"
A slight purple blemish along the left temple distracted her for a moment. She lifted a hand and touched it gingerly. This was the bump responsible for her amnesia, or so Gordon had diagnosed, but how had she come by the damn thing? That swing she thought she saw herself occupying-had she fallen from it? She wagged her head from side to side and a derisive smirk curved her lips. Now what in hell would a grown girl be doing on a fucking swing?
She stopped thinking about it. She turned away from the mirror and lowered her shapely ass into a plush red leather lounge chair. An expensive alligator skin handbag squatted on the floor beside the chair. Gordon said it belonged to her. She fished a cigarette from the handbag and flamed it to life with a lighter made of gold. Her clothing, two huge suitcases full, this handbag and its contents and the lighter-everything had cost a lot of money, prompting her to conclude that somewhere in the lost past she had lived extremely high off the porker.
Thoughts skittered through her mind in uneasy disorder, all vague. Nothing was real. Only this isolated hunting lodge was real. And Gordon.
Gordon. Her eyes blanked off into space as she sucked on the cigarette, her mind on Gordon Archer. The handsome man who had told her he was a doctor was essentially a ladies' man. A man that other men probably instinctively disliked and distrusted because of his animal magnetism, but admired for other reasons. During these past few hours she had decided he was a kind man, but in the same breath she added the footnote that Gordon Archer was also a horny man.
Horny? She chewed her lower lip for a moment and then a hint of amusement puckered one corner of her mouth. When Gordon returned from his trip to the village he called Wolfsville, would he try to do a sex number on her? And how would she react when he attempted to lower her panties so he could bury his obviously enormous cock in her tight little pussy? The answer was as obvious as the rock-hard erection she had seen pulsating behind his pants before his departure ... she would let him fuck her. Maybe she would even cram his prick in her mouth and suck him off ... or take his big donkey dick up her ass. Nothing about doing any of these acts repulsed her, for once again she had the strangest feeling that she had indulged in all of them before.
"Maybe I was a whore before I blanked out," she murmured to herself, but an inner voice declared otherwise.
Not a whore, the inner voice insisted. A willing wanton, but not a whore.
"Willing or not, pussycat," she laughed as she ditched her cigarette in the commode and left the John, "when Gordon returns from that funky village, me thinks you're going to get a royal fucking from him."
She entered the spacious living room and threw another log on the fire. A bar lined one side of the log wall and she glided over to it to build herself a highball. Then she crossed over to the window that overlooked the unpaved road leading down the side of the mountain and stared off into the darkness. Stars glittered pale and icy in the Pennsylvania sky and a sickle-shaped moon floated above the swaying treetops, but her impression of the night's beauty was vague, for she was suddenly impatient for Gordon Archer to arrive.
Where the hell was Gordon?
He should have been back from Wolfsville by now.
The beautiful blonde frowned worriedly. A few seconds later her tense face relaxed into a bright smile as she saw the headlights of Gordon's Continental suddenly pop into view and glide to a stop in front of the five-room hunting lodge. Somewhere deep within her young loins the heat of passion fluttered as she watched the tall, distinguished-looking man with the tinge of gray along his temples climb out of the car and wave at her. She waved back, then turned away from the window and walked back to the bar to build Gordon a drink, her hips twitching as the fire in her cunt became more acute.
"Animal magnetism is right," she told herself. "I've only known this man for a few hours and already I'm more than eager to have him fill my cunt with his big cock and drown my ovaries in his hot come."
Fucked.
She was anxious to get fucked by Gordon Archer.
And how she was anxious to get fucked!
Gordon charged into the elaborately furnished lodge before she finished mixing his whiskey sour. It didn't occur to her to wonder why she had blended this particular drink for him as she wagged her head at him and said teasingly, "If you're trying to get a heart attack, running up those damn stairs with a sack of groceries under each arm is a good way to score for one."
Gordon's handsome face crumpled in a lewd grin as he lowered the two bulging sacks of goodies to the sofa. "There's no history of heart trouble on either side of my family-only hard trouble."
Hard trouble? Her blood speeded up with excitement. She shook her head, eyes holding teasing laughter. Gordon wasn't wasting any time in trying to get some of her hot little body.
His coarseness should have offended her; it didn't. She laughed, then sobered abruptly as her glance dropped to the crotch of his tight pants. Her dark eyes grew large and a shiver rippled through her vibrant body. Gordon's cock was hard and straining against his deft pant leg, the egg-sized knob of it almost down to his knee. The mental ruler she used to measure his impressive prod wasn't exactly accurate, but combining this with a guess she estimated it to be all of ten inches long ... and fat as a bicycle tire.
"Hard trouble is putting it mildly," she said, matching his bluntness with some of her own as she nudged the whiskey sour into his hand. Her voice licked at him. "Well, down your sauce and then I'll see what I can do to soften your hard problem."
Gordon was horny, not thirsty. He placed his untouched drink on the mantel and trapped her in his arms before he said, "Why wait so long, my little sex bomb? Come here to Daddy."
"I already am," she whispered huskily as she groped blindly to place her drink next to his, then pressed the length of her supple body hard against his and ground her pelvic area over his throbbing cock and within seconds her hot and vibrant body was rocking with passion. "Do your thing, Doctor. Take my temperature with your thermometer of flesh. Sex. Give me sex."
Gordon was eager to comply. His mouth dropped over hers and his long tongue bolted past her teeth to prowl the warm and moist inner recess of her mouth. At the same time his arms dropped and his big hands cupped the dimpled cheeks of her firm ass to strain her closer. She felt an icy shiver of delight shoot through her system as the tip of his tongue tickled her tonsils and a clock tick later she broke free of the French kiss and panted, "Damn you for a sadist, I nearly creamed in my panties when you tried to ram your tongue down my throat." A breathless laugh gurgled out of her as she brought her right arm into motion and flicked a slender red-tipped finger against his still-sheathed cock. "If you want to thrill my tonsils with something, do it with this big rascal."
Gordon cocked his head to one side and studied her intently. "You sound as though you remember having performed fellatio before, April. Do you?"
April. He had given her this name before his departure for the village, adding that this was the month they were presently in and satisfying her with this explanation.
She frowned and smiled at the same time. "I can't remember anything beyond these past few hours, Gordon, but I feel as though I've sucked and fucked with one or more men somewhere along the line. Cocks feel rubbery inside a mouth and come tastes salty-sweet, only how the hell do I know these things?"
Gordon arranged his face solemnly. "Instinct, probably."
A malicious look of pleasure darted across her face. "Darn right. The same instinct that warns me I'm about to get worked over by a professional cocksmith."
An obscene grin split Gordon's face. "You're going to get worked over, that's for damn sure and although your ripe red mouth does present a tempting target, I would much rather start our ball of lust rolling by doing something else ... for openers."
April backed out of his hungry embrace and gave him a penetrating look. "Like what? Fucking my asshole?"
Gordon's mustache twitched as he fought to keep from smiling, shook his head. "Not at the moment, little one. Nor do I want to soak my cock in your sweet little pussy."
April cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "How do you know my cunt is sweet ... and little?"
"I examined it while you were unconscious," Gordon replied. "A good doctor has to be thorough, you know."
April laughed. "Not that thorough. Only my head was bruised, not my pussy." She stopped laughing and watched him closely. Her lips puckered thoughtfully. "Now, about this something else you want to do with me. You don't want to fuck me in the cunt or in the asshole and you don't want me to suck your big cock. So what's left? Armpits?"
Gordon shook his head again. "Damn the armpits, April. I have another target in mind."
April's delicate eyebrows arched quizzically. "Where else can you fuck me, lover?"
Gordon's eyes glowed like a cat's in the reflected overhead light. "Between the tits."
She stared at him. "You're kidding, aren't you?"
Gordon wagged his head. "No. I really would like to work off a load of passion cream between your lovely breasts. I've been wanting to fuck you there ever since the first time I saw them naked. May I?"
A mocking glint came into April's eyes. She laughed throatily. "Why not? Gut instinct tells me I've lost my virginity in other places, so I might as well lose it there, too." She drew back, breathing deeply, breasts rising and falling in rhythm to the mounting excitement that was blazing within her loins like an inferno. "Let me do a fast strip and then we'll go to gamesville."
"Please do."
April shrugged the cobweb-thin nightgown from her smooth shoulders and watched it drop to form into a mound around her ankles, silently wondering why she felt no embarrassment over what was happening ... and going to happen. Cripes, what sort of girl had she been before ...
Gordon cut into her thoughts by saying tightly, "Don't stop now, little April. You're doing fine." He leaned against the fireplace. His eyes feasted; his voice licked at her. "Take off your panties."
There was no hesitation. April hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black bikini panties and rolled them down and over her slender hips. Her bra-covered breasts swung free of her body as she knifed forward to follow the wispy briefs down to where she could step out of them. She straightened slowly, toed the wadded panties aside, then smiled and purred, "All right, Doctor, let's freak out. Tell me what I'm supposed to do."
Gordon stepped toward her, reached out and patted her left breast and said, "Stretch out."
April shivered under his touch. "On the sofa?"
Gordon shook his head. "On the floor. In front of the fireplace."
"Thank God for thick pile throw rugs," April said as she started to sink, then straightened and asked curiously, "What about this bra I'm wearing, lover?"
Gordon's wide shoulders twitched in a shrug. "Leave it on if you so desire."
April smiled wickedly. "It's your game; you tell me how to play it."
"Take it off."
"Help me."
"Turn around."
April obeyed, then shivered again and said, "I'm glad you're still dressed, you oversexed medicine man. Otherwise I'd be worrying that you might change your mind and tuck that big sausage of yours up my back hole before I could pave the way with a mud capsule."
Mud capsules to melt in her ass? Her face clouded for a moment. Was this why she carried them in her purse?
Gordon boomed a laugh and reached between her shoulder blades to unclasp the bra. Then he peeled it away and tumbled her ripe breasts into nakedness. He whirled her around to face him, to watch the air rush against her blushing pink nipples and stiffen them. The miniature spires looked both kissable and suckable, only he wasn't interested in going that route. Not yet.
Nor was April. She melted to the thick throw rug and stretched out on her back. She smiled at Gordon over the peaks of her breasts and purred, "I still think you're going to get the last cherry on my body, dirty old man, but I'm anxious to lose it, so drag out that big rope of yours and come and get it."
"Damn," Gordon hissed as he did a fast strip of his own and straddled her soft, warm stomach, "I hope to hell I don't drop my load before I reach those beautiful boobs of yours."
"You won't drop or waste it," April promised as she took his erection and placed it between her heaving breasts. A moment later she lifted her head and licked the underside of his large knob. "Big as you are, if I keep my mouth open while you screw my titties, I can get a good suck each time you hunch forward. I might even be able to catch and swallow your juices when they start flowing. How about that?"
Gordon grinned. "Yeah, how about that?"
April licked the underside of his cockhead again, then whispered harshly, "Pour it to me, Doctor."
Gordon needed no encouragement. He mashed her hot breasts together and felt them scorch his prick; the heat didn't stop or slow him down. He started rocking back and forth, like a child trying for its kicks on a hobby horse and each time his drooling dong popped into view April trapped the huge knob between her lips and took a hard suck at it, making air whistle from Gordon's lungs each time she did.
"Keep doing those nice things to me with your mouth," Gordon gasped, "and it won't be long before I climax."
"Gush in my mouth, not over my face!" April almost shouted. "Warn me when you're about to cream!"
Gordon pumped his organ between her tits a few more times, then rasped brokenly, "It won't be long now. I'm almost ... there ... take me!"
April lifted his bloated cock from between her breasts and took the huge knob and one or two inches of shaft inside her mouth. Gordon moaned and trembled. Every inch of his body felt aroused, awakened to flaming sensations as her expert lips embraced his prick and gave it a vicious suck. His sphincter quivered, contracted; his groin began to suffer the agonies of a thousand delights.
Sensing that he was hovering on the edge of eruption, April cupped his balls in her right hand, then kneaded them with a determined, caressing movement of her fingers, her mind begging him to drown her tonsils with a big, hot load of come!
Shock thrills of delight continued to charge through Gordon's system like wild bolts of electricity as orgasm threatened. He gritted his teeth and looked down at April's passion-flushed face. Her eyes were closed as her greedy lips pulled and tugged at the cock that filled her mouth. Looking at her, feeling the tension of her milking lips, added to the torment in his soul and brought more heat to the impending climax sloshing inside his loins.
"I can't stand much more of this," Gordon said gratingly. "Suck me, April. Harder. Finish me off and make me come. Now, little one, now!"
April raked his throbbing shaft with her teeth and made him groan again, louder this time. Then the sound belching from his throat dropped to a weak gurgle. She felt his prick twitch inside her mouth and a clock tick later thick streams of jism gushed from the nozzle of his cock and splashed against the back of her throat.
April gagged, then gulped, retched, gulped again. For a moment she thought she was going to be sick. Then the feeling passed and her stomach settled down. She took more of his cock into her mouth and kept swallowing, until he finished ejaculating and then she permitted her lips to loosen, causing his cock to make a soggy popping sound as it jumped out of her mouth.
A look of amusement crossed Gordon's sweat-stained face as he sat back on his heels and said, "For a moment there, I thought I was breaking you in on your first blow job, little one."
April glanced up at him sharply. "Gripes, was it that bad?"
Gordon shook his head slowly. "No, it was strictly top drawer, but you gagged."
April made a face. "That damn knob of yours caused a strange reaction when it made contact with my tonsils; I damn near upchucked."
Gordon gave a low laugh, tossing his head back. "I'm glad you didn't."
April smacked her slightly smudged lips. "So am I, dirty but kindly old doctor. Losing that meal of sperm would have ruined my whole evening, not to mention my professional standing with the Women's Whang Wringing Association of the World."
Gordon chuckled. "You're out to lunch."
April stuck her tongue out at him. "Not any more. I just had lunch." She smacked her lips again. "Sausage and gravy. Mmmmmmmm."
Gordon's cock was hardening again. He lifted it with both hands and extended it toward her mouth. "Would you care for some dessert, little one?"
April rolled her head from side to side on the thick throw rug. "Another time, lover. At the moment I'm more interested in getting a come of my own."
"Do you want me to reciprocate and eat you off?"
"No."
"A fuck?"
"Yes, but not in the fanny." April spread her shapely legs. "Come on, lover. Throw a wild fuck into my burning pussy."
Gordon needed no coaxing. He swung clear of her stomach and crawled between her yawning, legs. April trapped his hard cock in her right hand, tucked the knob between the wet lips of her tormented cunt, then grunted as Gordon rammed his prick home with one savage thrust that knocked the breath out of her.
"If you hunched into me like that to make me cry uncle, you wasted your time!" April screeched as her hips came alive and started grinding away at the phallic muscle that filled her cunt. "I can take it, I can take it!"
"You damn sure can!" Gordon grunted. "But only because you're a lot of woman."
April heard him, but only vaguely, for suddenly her mind began to whirl like a top. Her heart hammered wildly, her eyes closed and behind the eyelids rockets and sparklers exploded against a backdrop of black velvet. She felt herself being sucked into a different type of vortex this time, held fast to the whirlpool's swirling cone by a great force which was draining every ounce of reason out of her.
She moaned and whimpered and writhed and blindly groped for Gordon's mouth with her own. She found it, pried his lips apart and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her legs coiled around him, her arms tightened around his neck. She sucked on his tongue, dug long fingernails into his back, made him whimper. Their bodies fused; they grunted into each other's mouths. Then, suddenly, the vortex released her. She stopped sucking on his tongue, ripped her mouth away from his and panted, "Harder, fuck me harder, you long-dicked darling!"
Gordon's body pounded against hers. His big hands stroked her hot and heaving breasts, his long fingers found and tweaked her tingling nipples and momentarily she was in a state of complete helplessness. His cock hammered in and out of her pussy. April moaned, clawed and chanted obscenities that would have shocked the average woman right out of her panties.
"Ram that big prod of yours deep in my twinkie, lover!" Her voice lifted suddenly and words poured from her in a wild torrent. "Growl like a goddamn dog and bury your bone deep in my cuntie! Pour it to me, you mule-dicked son of a satyr! Fuck me hard, fuck me silly, fuck me good!"
Gordon looked down at her passion-twisted face and saw her wide-open eyes glaze and then turn completely blank as the volcano erupted in her cunt and turned the moaning girl's world upside down with the sweetness of orgasm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" April squealed. "Damn, damn, am I ever coming! Ahhhhhhh ... "
April's chant turned into a long-winded sigh as she tightened her legs around Gordon's bouncing haunches and shuddered her way through a delicious climax. The tips of her breasts stabbed at his chest as she strained her pelvic area to his. Gordon's own masculine response was immediate and a heartbeat later he matched her violent eruption with a rewarding one of his own.
Their juices flowed, mingled and a few convulsive eternities later Gordon lay spent on top of April, his sweaty face buried between her equally sweaty breasts, his softening cock still stashed inside her soggy cunt.
"There," April murmured as she felt his semen drain out of her quim and trickle down into the cleft between her dimpled buttocks, "that should hold both of us ... for a while."
A muscle twitched at the corners of Gordon's mouth as he came to a kneeling position between April's legs. His wilting whang made a sucking sound as it slipped out of her dripping cunt. He exhaled loudly and said, "A rest will do us both good ... for a while." He trapped her hands in his and lurched to his feet, bringing her up with him. He started to tease her. Something caught in his throat. He hawked it clear and his laugh was arrogant. "I wouldn't want to wear you out this early in the evening."
April stuck her tongue out at him and motioned him to a seat on the sofa. Gordon turned to obey, his limber cock swinging between his hairy legs like a length of wet rope as he shifted the two bags of groceries to the floor. Comparing his soft cock to a piece of rope brought another frown to April's brow. The swing on which she had envisioned the faceless girl had been constructed of a board seat ... and two lengths of braided rope.
Gordon's voice intruded upon her thoughts. "Stop chasing ghosts, little one. When the time is right, they'll come after you."
April looked at him curiously, feeling a mild resentment over his cutting into her thoughts. Then the mood passed and now a smile angled her mouth upwards as she trotted over to the mantel to retrieve their drinks. She carried them across the room and waited until she was seated next to him on the sofa before she asked, "How did you find me this afternoon, dirty old doctor?"
Gordon picked up his drink and stared into it for a moment. Then he locked glances with her and said patiently, "I've already told you how, little one."
His eyes probed the depths of hers and April suddenly felt like a germ under a microscope. A deep breath rocked her tantalizing breasts. "I know, but tell me again, lover."
Gordon took a taste of his drink, smiled tightly. "There isn't a hell of a lot to tell, really. I found you standing in a dazed condition beside your luggage on the outskirts of Wolfsville." His voice trailed off.
April chewed her lower lip for a moment. "You said I was hitchhiking. Is that right, lover?"
Gordon nodded vigorously. "That is correct, little one. Your thumb was out when I came upon you standing there. I was going to pass you by, but then you crumpled to the side of the highway and took the matter out of my hands. I stopped, discovered you were hurt from a fall or whatever, packed you in my car and brought you here to my Black Moshannon mountain retreat."
She studied him with a frank curiosity. "Why didn't you haul my ass into town, lover?"
Gordon hesitated before speaking. "The idea did occur to me, but then I started wondering why an expensively dressed young kitten with a large sum of money in her purse was doing the thumbing number and so I decided to give you the opportunity to explain. End of story. That's it-there is no more, little one."
April was aware of the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she asked, "Then you don't know what really happened to me?"
Gordon shook his head. "Nor do I know where you came from, little one. I do know, however, that what you're suffering from at the moment comes under the heading of visual amnesia."
April blinked. "You mean there's more than one type?"
"Certainly."
April's palms dampened and a weakness settled into her knees. "About this funky visual amnesia of mine-how long am I going to be like this?"
Gordon's shoulders twitched in a mild shrug. "That's a difficult question to answer, April. Your present condition could last for hours, a day, a week ... or it could last longer."
A strange sickness crept into her stomach. "How much longer? Like months?"
"Possibly."
The sickness in her stomach retreated and gave way to annoyance. She grimaced. "Cripes, I don't think I can take not knowing who I am that long." She dropped a hand to his thigh and accidentally brushed the tips of her fingers against his slumbering cock. "I've got to find myself ... but how?"
Gordon smiled tolerantly. "Let's wait until morning before we start worrying ourselves, little one. If your malady continues to persist, then I'll drive into Wolfsville and see if I can find the key to unlock your past."
April stared at him, a puzzled expression in her dark eyes. "How?" Her voice crackled with anger. "By going to the police?"
Gordon studied her in a speculative manner for a long moment. "Is that what you want me to do, April? Go to the police and ask them to find out who you are?"
April forced herself to laugh. "No way, dirty old doctor. Somewhere in the haystack of my mind there's a needle and somehow I've got to find the damn thing ... without any help from the fuzz."
"You're afraid of them?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
A warped smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. "Because I had time to do some thinking while you were in the village."
"Oh?"
Her eyes jumped to his face. "I also had time to take inventory of my personal property. Cripes, talk about getting a jolt when I did that."
Gordon's eyebrows knitted in a frown. "Jolt? I'm afraid I don't understand."
She smiled sourly. "My luggage is expensive. So is my clothing. And there's the matter of having over a thousand dollars cash in my handbag. Now, either I came from a wealthy home, or else I'm a thief and maybe something else. Hell, man, I could be anything, so until I find out for certain who I am and what I am, I'd rather keep distance between myself and the fuzz."
"I understand. Well, you're safe here and I'm still willing to do some discreet checking on your past, but only if you think you can trust me."
"I trust you," April said, shifting suddenly to another mood. Her fingers moved and tightened around his rubbery cock. "Screwy as it may sound, I even think I love you."
Gordon shivered as she proceeded to stroke his whang into firmness. Then he leaned forward to get rid of his glass by placing it on the floor and said, "Save the hand massage for later, little one."
April stopped stroking his cock and stared at him. "You don't want to play?"
"I do, but not with my dick." He slipped from the sofa and dropped to his knees before her. His moustache twitched. "I'm going to cram my tongue inside your love nest and lick the come out of it."
April's legs yawned in invitation and when Gordon scooted between them she pulled his face to her hairy cunt and purred, "Lick away, hungry old doctor."
Gordon made a low growling sound and surrendered to his craving. He clutched April's hips and buried his face deeper in the curly-haired triangle that covered her cunt.
"That's a good start!" April squealed with delight as she gripped the back of Gordon's head and drew his face tight against her burning pussy. "Now stab me with your tongue and make my toenails quiver. Do it, lover, do it!"
Gordon licked his lips. Then he zeroed in for the kill and proceeded to eat April's juicy, young quim.
April whimpered with ecstasy as Gordon's tongue impaled her. His moustache tickled the lips of her pussy and drove her into a frenzy. Her hips jerked; a loud moan belched out of her.
"Sweet mother of all cunt lappers," she shrilled, "this feels so delicious!"
And it did.
The snaking tongue ... squirming inside her quim ... lifting her to new and strange heights of passion ... then bringing her down to earth and pushing her towards the steep cliff of release ... the wet edge of climax ...
"Go, lover, go!" April screeched as spasm after spasm of sheer delight shook her entire body. "Lay it on me! Eat me off, eat me up! Yes, yes, like that!"
Gordon continued to eat her cunt. Lewdly. Loudly. Hungrily. April closed her eyes and trembled violently. Her breasts rocked in rhythm to her harsh and ragged breathing and shock thrills raced up and down her spine. It was passion in high gear. Sweet passion. Blind passion. Fulfilling passion.
The writhing tongue ... curving ... caressing the inner walls of her melting cavern with fierce tenderness ... squirming like an angry snake ... bringing that sudden shove over the edge of climax closer and closer ... licking, twisting, thrusting, probing for the secret button that would bring a torrent of fluid blasting out of her ... making her groan ... and feel on fire ... and groan some more ... jolting her and clawing at her. until ...
A blast of wind broke past the prison of April's compressed lips and her fingers became tangled in Gordon's hair as orgasm threatened. The room turned into a quicksand bed that tried to suck her into sweet oblivion. She struggled against it for the space of a few pulse beats and then she succumbed to the inevitable and climaxed in the hungry doctor's mouth ...
Later, much later, Gordon removed his face from between her thighs and said, "Now I'm the one who needs relief, little one."
April replied shakily, "Call it, lover."
"Ass," Gordon rasped as he drew her down beside him and stretched her out on her back. "I want some of your tight little ass."
She smiled at him over the peaks of her heaving breasts. "Be my guest, lover."
"Spread those lovely legs of yours."
Her legs drifted apart. "Like this?"
"Perfect." Gordon scrambled between her scissored legs. A bead of sweat dropped from his chin and splattered against her right breast. He wiped it away, then smiled down at her and asked, "Are you ready to indulge, little one?"
April swallowed hard. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, lover. Just don't do a pig number on me and shove that big cock of yours up my ass with one lunge, okay?"
Gordon fisted his colossal cock and shook his head. "I won't, April. I'll feed your ass my prick a bit at a time. Trust me."
April exhaled loudly and relaxed. A clock tick later she felt the egg-sized knob of Gordon's magnificent prick split her sphincter. She tensed, yelped and then attempted to wriggle out from under the man whose cock was hurting her asshole.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" April screeched at the top of her lungs as she kept trying to escape his jabbing prick. "Take it out, take it out! Your cock is hurting me! Damn, damn, is your cock ever hurting my poor asshole!"
Gordon didn't withdraw. He draped her slender legs over his shoulders, then gripped her snaking hips. April was still yelping for mercy and attempting to squirm free when he shoved his cock all the way up her asshole with one brutal thrust that knocked the wind out of her.
"Cripes!" April blurted as the entire length of his big cock filled her asshole with the agony of a thousand hot daggers. "You're wiping me out, you're wiping me out!"
Gordon wriggled his sausage inside her back tunnel. Pain hardened April's long pink nipples and now his hungry lips dropped to devour the nearest one. He clamped his mouth over the jutting nipple and proceeded to tug and suck on it while he screwed her ass with his colossal cock.
Agony remained, causing April to hiss, "Goddamn you, dirty old man-take your cock out of my asshole!"
Gordon didn't. He withdrew his erection a few inches, then rammed it all the way into her hole again. April's breath escaped in a raw hiss and a sickening feeling ate at her guts as fresh bolts of misery shot through her system. She gritted her teeth, then suddenly unclenched them as agony turned into instant delight. Surprise masked her face, for now the whang sawing in and out of her anal passage was beginning to bring her passion to a head. She giggled girlishly and her hips began to move in a lazy grind that added to the pleasure she now was receiving from the sweet bone in her butt.
Gordon sensed her change of mood, permitted her nipple to slip out of his mouth, asked, "Still want me to take my meat out of your tight little bun?"
"No way, dirty old man!" April tightened her legs over his shoulders, pulled his face close to hers and panted, "You knew, didn't you? You weren't being sadistic when you rammed your big dink up my ass with one thrust, were you? You knew the agony would fade and then your sausage would feel heavenly inside my asshole."
Gordon continued to saw his whang in and out of her ass. "Heavenly? Is that how my cock feels to you?"
April kept lunging against the dong that filled her ass. "Yes, heavenly! Ah, I didn't think anything so huge could feel so wonderful inside my little asshole! But it does, it does! Pleasure on a stick!"
"That good, eh?"
"Right on, dirty old man, but not good enough." She laughed wildly. "You've got me turned on, now turn me off. Fuck me into a juicy come, lover. Ring my bell. Fuck me, fuck me! Yes, yes, like that! Ream me, ream me! Wheeee!"
Gordon's fingernails bit into April's churning hips as he began to push for his and her release from torment. He was relentless as he poured the prick to her. He bucked in and out of her anal passage with his horn of flesh and with each thrust his face became wetter and wetter, his breathing harsher and harsher.
He was standing on the brink of eruption.
April wasn't.
"My bell," she panted as she raked the heels of her slippers across his back, "ring my bell, lover!"
Gordon tried. He continued to gore her with his cock, his face becoming more and more twisted from the strain of approaching release. April met him with lunge for lunge. Her pussy was melting, her ass sensitive to the dong that filled it and momentarily she was flirting with a climax of her own. It built up slowly within her, like a dying ember being fanned into full flame and with each stab of Gordon's whang the heat became more and more intense ...
"I'm getting there!" April shouted at the top of her lungs as she shifted gears and threw her hips into overdrive. "No, I am there! Hot damn, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"You aren't by yourself," Gordon rasped as he rammed his big cock deep within her asshole and locked it in place and a whisper later they exploded together ...
"Satisfied?" Gordon asked when he finished popping his nuts.
April sighed dreamily as her legs dropped from his hot shoulders. "More than satisfied, lover. I'm delirious. You just gave me another mind-bending orgasm. Man, did you ever give me a mind-bending orgasm!"
A hint of slyness crept into Gordon's voice. "Better than the one I gave you when I ate your cunt?"
She looked up at him, red lips parted, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why should I tell you which one I liked best-the ass fucking or the tongue-lashing you gave my cunt? What do you think I am, a fink?"
Gordon chuckled and backed his wilting prick out of her tight asshole. April felt his come ooze out of her like sap from a young maple tree. She squirmed out from under him and sat up. More of his come leaked out of her asshole. She wanted more of his cock. All she could get.
She was insatiable.
She reached out to cup Gordon's balls in the palm of her left hand, his sagging cock in her right hand. She tried to tickle and pump his prick into hardness again, but as far as he was concerned, the game was ended for tonight.
He gently removed his balls and cock from her hands, lurched to his feet with a labored sigh and said, "I've had it for this evening, April. What say we hit the sheets?"
She caught his flaccid cock in her hand and kissed it resoundingly on the knob. Then she released it and winked at Gordon. "Good-night, lover. And sleep tight." She paused for a moment, added, "But try to do it with hands on top of the blankets, eh?"
Gordon walked out of the room, leaving a trail of happy laughter behind him.