Chapter 2
April remained seated on the sofa and watched tongues of flame dance in the fireplace. Peace and quiet and aloneness brought sudden depression and she had the feeling that if she resorted to tears she would cry forever. She stared at the crackling fire and watched the flames suddenly shape themselves into the form of a little girl on a swing. Her eyes grew large and she began to tremble as she leaned forward and whispered to the burning phantom, "Come closer so I can see your face. Oh, please come closer!"
It didn't happen.
Damn!
April's naked breasts trembled as she jumped to her feet and proceeded to pace the floor. This girl on the swing ... who was she? And why was she haunting her? A fuzzy thought crawled into view. An important link to something? Probably. But what? If only she could find some way to melt that split second where yesterday had become frozen!
How?
Her luggage! Perhaps there was something in her luggage that might tell her where her past lay waiting!
She sped into the bedroom and found Gordon Archer dead to the world, snoring his ass off, his lipstick-smeared cock hard and pointed toward the ceiling. She turned away from his erection and attacked the mound of clothing on the other bed. Her expensive dresses, skirts and blouses should have contained labels; they didn't. Once they had and the marks of them still showed, but somewhere along the line they had been torn out. Had she removed these labels herself? If so, why? She shook her head. Christ!
There were no initials on her luggage and no identification inside her handbag. Compact, cigarette lighter; both unmarked. Over a thousand dollars in cash, but no checkbook. The money. How did she come by it? Had she hurt someone to get it? Someone who had a little girl who liked to ride on a swing? Was this how ...
Gordon's voice cut into her thoughts. "Are you all right, little one?" There was a note of deep concern in his sleepy-sounding voice.
April looked at him. He was up on one elbow, the light from the bed lamp playing on his face, the same light throwing the shadow of his stiff cock across the white bedsheet.
She gave him a weary smile. "I'm all right. Go back to sleep."
Gordon fisted his throbbing erection, grimaced. "With this? Be a good girl and soften it for me, will you?"
April drew back for an instant, bristling and during this wild moment she had the strangest premonition that in some way this horny old man was using her. Then the moment passed and she told herself that she was jumping at shadows. How could Gordon possibly use her? Cripes, the only thing he had tried to do during these past few hours they had been together was help her.
She rubbed her eyes, canted her head to one side and a smile softened her lips as she examined his erection from a safe distance and commented wryly, "Soften it with what? A meat mallet?"
"Let's see what happens," Gordon rejoined as he drew her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and placed her hands on his rock-hard cock. "If you're not up to taking it in one of your holes, you can soften me with a hand job. I'm not fussy."
"Why waste a good load of male milk?" April said as she stroked his prick and felt it pulsate against her tense fingers. "I'd much rather have you squirt it inside my twinkie."
Gordon shuddered, rasped, "Keep playing with me like that and it won't be long before you get your 'druthers, little sex bomb."
April giggled and tightened her fingers around his dripping dong. "I'm with you, Doctor. Start filling my prescription."
Gordon shuddered again. Then he lifted his quaking hands to her breasts and hugged them with his strong fingers. He kneaded them slowly, tenderly and afterwards he tweaked her jutting nipples and sent a hot bolt of electricity shooting between her legs. A tiny gasp caught in April's throat, a flood of passion broke over her. She told him how wonderful it felt to have him toy with her titties, that it made her feel creamy all over and as she talked she continued to stroke his slobbering cock with renewed vigor. A minute or so earlier she hadn't wanted him. Now she did ...
Gordon stopped kneading her tingling breasts and asked, "Are you ready for your meat injection, April?"
She shivered with delight. "What a dumb question! I'm so damned hot if I had a cigarette in my mouth I'd be smoking at both ends."
Gordon laughed and came to his knees on the side of the rumpled bed. April exhaled loudly and sagged down beside him. She stretched out on her back, spread her legs in open invitation. She moaned softly, then murmured, "Do your number, lover. Ram that big fat cock of yours in my cunt and flood it with a nice hot load of come."
Gordon crawled between her yawning legs and admired her cunt for a long moment before he croaked, "One nice hot load of come on its way, baby."
"Pour it to me, lover!"
"I will, baby, I will!"
A dreamy smile haunted the corners of her mouth as she felt Gordon's swollen knob make contact with the damp lips of her starving cunt. She shivered and whispered savagely, "Gore my pussy with this lovely horn of yours, lover. Now-fuck me now!"
Gordon didn't. Not immediately. The tip of his prick moved away from her hungry cunt. April held her breath, waited, her expression puzzled. Moments later she felt his fingers find and part the moist lips of her cavern. He checked her for moisture, withdrew his fingers, replaced them with his cockhead. April experienced a brief twinge of discomfort as his cock entered her cunt. She thought he had rammed his meat all the way to its hilt. He hadn't.
Gordon hunched forward and crammed more of his magnificent muscle into her quim. She grunted, tensed beneath his pressing weight and cautioned, "Easy, lover, easy."
Gordon withdrew a portion of his prod, then cautiously wormed it back into her hole until his scrotum touched her hot, wet flesh. April felt no pain. She felt nothing except the wild wind of passion howling in her loins-the wild wind howling for release through climax.
"I can feel you throbbing inside me," April panted, "but I want to feel you stroking me! Do it, lover. Massage me into a juicy come!"
"I will, little one, only don't force me to work solo. Help me."
April did. The second his cock came alive inside her cunt, her passion swung into high gear. Her hips went berserk and so did the rest of her body. She got with it. She coiled her legs around his buttocks and met him lunge for lunge.
"How's this?" she asked.
"You're ... doing ... fine!"
April wanted to do better than fine. She laced her warm arms around Gordon's sweaty neck and drew his face tightly against her quaking breasts. Fiery currents of pleasure surged through every fiber of her being and a few heartbeats later she was flirting with climax.
Gordon's cock kept hammering into her cunt. April's breasts mashed against his face, then slid down and away as she brought his mouth toward hers for a kiss. Gordon's tongue darted past her teeth and waded through the moistness it found inside her mouth. They kissed while he clutched her flashing buttocks and sawed his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Doctor, Doctor, my temperature is rising!" April screeched as her hips rocked faster. "Do something to bring it down to normal! Fuck me harder, harder! Cool me off, cool me off! That's it! Beautiful! Ah, damn, damn, damn! One more jab and I'm going to blow all over this darling thermometer of yours!"
Gorden went for broke.
His cock continued to snake in and out of her snapping pussy with fierce determination.
In and out, in and out ...
"I'm ready to blow my kitty all over this lovely fuck stick of yours, lover!"
"Blow away, little one," Gordon said brokenly. "You won't be by yourself. I'm damned near ready to get my own cookies off. Let's make it a doubleheader, shall we?"
"Say when!"
"Now!" he barked. "Go, baby, go!"
April went. Her buttocks made dull slap-slap sounds against the mattress as she worked to meet his every thrust and a few pulse beats later their bodies fused as they growled and exploded in a simultaneous release.
"Ah, ah, ah," April sputtered, "that feels so goddamn good!"
And it did.
Gordon's jism scorched the inner walls of April's cunt and drove her up the wall with pleasure. This was it! The mingling of juices, the locking of flesh, the embracing of souls! Her buttocks thumped against the mattress, her eyes became frozen with blankness in their sockets, her thighs twitched and grunt after grunt bounced out of her throat like hurled rocks ...
"Oh, Daddy," she said raggedly.
Some of his sperm oozed out of her cunt and stung the cleft between the dimpled cheeks of her ass. She didn't flinch. She didn't give a hoot in hell about the hot fluid that tormented her quivering asshole. She was oblivious to everything except the delicious sensations shooting through her system and the knowledge that she had been fucked into another mind-shattering orgasm by a truly expert cocksmith.
April finished erupting and relaxed suddenly, then waited for the moon-bathed bedroom to stop spinning like a top.
Gordon finished getting his rocks off and backed his cock out of her cunt. He rocked back on his heels and watched her closely for a long moment before saying quietly, "While you were having your orgasm, you called me 'Daddy,' little one. Can you tell me why? Were you subconsciously remembering something? More important, are you still remembering why you called me that?"
April frowned, then shook her head slowly against the pillow. "If there's an incestuous incident buried in my past, which is what you're hinting at, I sure as hell can't recall it. As for my calling you 'Daddy,' there could be another reason why I did that. I wasn't a virgin when you found me a few hours back and since it's rather obvious that I'm attracted to older men, I might be an orphan tramp with a father fixation."
Gordon laughed and crawled out from between her legs before he said, "Well, whatever ran through your mind when you called me that, I'm glad it did, little one." He stretched out beside her and laced his hands behind his head. His voice sounded tired as he said, "You can call me Daddy any time."
"Thank you, Daddy," April said with a lightness she wasn't feeling, but Gordon Archer didn't hear her, for his labored breathing told her that he was fast asleep ... again.
April sat up in bed and swung her legs to the floor. She walked over to the window, breasts bouncing. Beyond the pane she could hear the wind moving through the nearby trees. Moments later, her mind conjured up the picture of the faceless girl on the swing.
Who are you? April's mind asked the faceless girl on the swing. Who are you?
The girl on the swing went away without answering.
April sobbed loudly.