Chapter 2
Raul watched with rising excitement, the antics of his delectable mistress. Gaby's lush buttocks were shimmering enticingly and her huge breast mounds jiggling wildly beneath her tight sweater as she swayed to the strains of the fast music she had just switched on.
She turned to Raul, her torso undulating sexily and snapping her fingers said, "C'mon, let me teach you how to swing it. You don't know any of the new dances."
He felt the waves of sheer physical appeal radiating from her well-stacked figure.
While Denise was shorter than Gaby, she was just as fully developed. Her breasts had a saucy up-tilted curve, and he still remembered the cute dimples where the rounds of her buttock cheeks merged into her thighs. She had just as much fuck-eager pass ion, too. Dark,honey-colored hair framed her lovely features. He had believed she was a oneman woman and that he was the man, until she had married someone else.
She was less than 4 kilometres away, in the village. And that, of course, was his ridiculous thought for the day. He hadn't seen her for five years, and their parting had not been friendly. Now she was another man's wife.
Impatiently he shoved Denise out of his mind. Now wasn't the time to brood over lost love. Yet bitterness was a part of his purpose here.
He stood with his back to the cold fireplace, hands clasped behind him. He began, "I know Roger hasn't told you much about the job, Lamar, so now's the time to clue you in on what I have in mind. Today is Wednesday..." And the following Monday was a holiday. Over the holiday weekend, thousands of vacationers would pour into the village, leaving behind them when they departed Monday night, something over three quarters of a million francs, most of which would be deposited in the village bank Tuesday morning. And what Raul had in mind was robbing the bank.
The bank had never been held up. There were only two roads out of the village, and it was at least fifty kilometres before either road branched off, leading down out of the mountains. Both roads could be sealed off in a matter of minutes after an alarm was given. Since escape was impossible, holding up the bank was considered sheer insanity. As a result, the bank had grown careless over the years. It employed only one guard. There was only one law officer in the village, a small town 'flic,' and he employed extra men just to watch over the weekend vacationers. But they were like volunteer firemen, returning to their regular jobs when the weekend was over. All these facts Raul knew and expected to turn to his advantage.
"And that's all I'll go into right now. The details will come later. There are still several days until the actual job. One of us might get arrested for falling over a log, get scared and spill his guts," Paul finished. "I'll add only this right now. Roger chose you, Lamar, for two reasons. You can steal a car, and you can handle a rod. The car, you will be expected to steal. But the gun, you will not use. Repeat, not use. There will be no killing. And Gaby.." Relaxed now, he grinned over at the lush, voluptuous teated-cutie. "She's the driver of the getaway car. She may not look it, but Gaby's an amateur race driver, and a damned good one."
She winked at him. holding up her glass in silent toast, which raised her big tits up under the straining sweater.
Lamar broke the silence. Without moving a muscle in his face, he managed to convey a sneer of contempt. "And you, Monsieur Le Presidente? I don't hear you in this caper anywhere."
Raul tensed. "I'm not in it. Not in the way you mean. I'm too well-known. I once worked in the bank."
"But the plan is his, Paul" Roger broke in smoothly. "He's the brains. I explained that to you. In any criminal endeavor, the brain is all-important; the planning. I told you that. You've heard there's no such thing as a perfect crime? Well the way the lad here has worked it out, there is. This piece of work will be talked about foryearstocome... if we all do our part."
"And your part, Lamar," Raul said harshly, "means no killing. I know your kind; you're a gun-happy punk. But if there's a killing on this job, I'll ram your gun down your throat. Is that understood?"
Lamar took two stalking steps forward. "Nobody talks to me that way." His voice was cold with menace.
Raul stared back without flinching. Lamar's mouse eyes were a mindless wasteland.
Then Roger moved forward, dropped a hand slightly on Lamar's arm, "Let's not have nasty confrontations this early. Let's take a walk in the great outdoors, mon ami. See what it looks like."
Roger steered the creep outside. At the door the dapper gent glanced back, and one eyelid dropped in a wink.
The door had scarcely closed behind them before Gaby was in Raul's arms. She was an active armful, cooperative and lustful.
Her mouth was warm, her breath smelling faintly of gin. She stirred his loins, but something else stirred in the recesses of his mind -the memory of Denise.
Gaby sensed the change in him. Her head went back, the long hair sweeping her shoulders. "What's wrong, my sweet?"
"Gaby, I'm sorry. I'm all on edge. Tuesday's too damned close. And the other two may come back any minute."
"So what? Let them."
She surged close again, her huge breasts pressing his chest. She blew hot breath into his ear. "Remember the last time, cheri? You were tired then. Now you're on edge. So what's the difference? Gaby will fix."
Without warning she rammed a hand inside his belt. Raul gasped. His response to her touch upon his hanging prick and the cupping of his balls swept all thought of Denise from his mind.
She grinned up at him. "See, mon cheri? See?"
Her fingers tickled the head of his shaft, toying with the little end hole which began to ooze glad-come. He crushed her to him so fiercely that her huge busts spread across her chest. She raised her face, mouth blindly seeking his. His hands cupped her roundly jutting buttocks, forcing her against his penis. Her hips found room to move, tight against him,as she was; to move, to maneuver, to create the right amount of friction of his surging, stiffening rod and her groin area.
Raul's desires vaulted, consuming him like a brush fire. His nerve-ends sparked. His veins throbbed. His cock, naturally large became a giant ramrod straining fiercely to pop through his and her clothing, and ram into her pussy and split it.
Gaby moved again, her hips rolling ever more suggestively.
This brought another gasp from Raul and Gaby pulled her mouth free, laughing. She nipped at his lip. Then she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, enumerating the things she intended to do for him. She was graphic in her use of terms.
She finished, "And right here. Now. On the floor, sweet." Her eyes were glazed with lust, and she started to sag toward the floor, tugging him down with her.
Her hand darted to his hard-on again, but he evaded her, then caught both her hands in his and began pulling her toward the bedroom. She went willingly now, laughing at him.
In the bedroom he released her and turned to latch the door. When he turned, the sweater was gone, leaving her naked from the waist up. Under his gaze she threw her shoulders back, took a deep breath, the marvelous dancing teats rising. The nipples were tumescent and throbbing. They seemed to beckon to him.
He obeyed the summons, started toward them.
Two steps away his hands came up of their own volition, fingers curling to the proper shape to cup her breasts. But she evaded his grasp. She indicated the ski pants. "Hadn't I better take these off first?"
She turned away, her hands already busy. Raul sat on the edge of the bed, bent over to remove his shoes. When he glanced up, Gaby still had her back to him. She was having trouble with the ski pants, and she was bent slightly, working at the tight waist band. She wiggled and twisted and turned, her lush buttocks bouncing merrily. As he watched, one pink haunch came into view. Then the other, as bending further she peeled the pants down over full thighs and across her knees. Both cheeks of her ass were bared. He could see the inner skin between the crevice of her bottom. He felt the urge to stick his cock head up her behind -or at least a finger.
The view afforded Raul was inspiring. But not, he thought, in the way an artist is inspired to produce a masterpiece; nothing that he felt in that moment was in any way artistic. But certainly the view was stimulating. He had a strong urge to leap to his feet and charge her, fuck her up the asshole, just as she was, bent far over, her hands almost touching the floor now. He placed his palms flat on the bed to push himself up.
Then she stood and turned, all in one fluid motion. His expression must have given her a hint of his thoughts, for she grinned wickedly and wagged a finger at him. "How naughty. And you said you were all on edge."
"I am," he said. Then he grinned back at her. "But the edge I'm perched on right now is far different from the one I was talking about out there."
"We'll take care of that in short order." She glided forward, shaking her head at him. "You are without a doubt the slowest...It takes you longer to undress than any man I know."
"You don't give a man much time." He stood up, reaching for his belt buckle. She fell to her knees. "Let me, cheri. I'll show you how it should be done."
So while Raul tore at his shirt, buttons popping, Gaby unbelted his trousers and peeled them -shorts going too -down and off. Then she rained quick, teasing kisses on his thighs, legs, knees, the head of his prick, his balls, and the hairy area underneath. She jabbed her tongue up between the warm crack.
Raul stepped out of the puddle of clothes at his feet just in time to catch Gaby as she sprang to her feet and hurled herself against him, her big teats slapping against his hot, hard chest.
They fell across the bed, Gaby squirming, biting, kicking, caressingly a bundle of passion in his arms. She nipped at his ear, darted the tip of her tongue across his lips. As he opened his mouth to seize her tongue, she pulled away with a hoot of laughter. She twisted about just enough, her aim perfect, to pop a taut nipple into his mouth. He worked on that for a few moments, his hands busy elsewhere on her body.
Then she said in a hoarse voice, "Bebe, I'm eager. Let's not lose time. It's been sooooo damned long.."
With a grunt of agreement, he flipped her to her back. She set her legs, knees raised slightly, in the classic fucking position. He moved around, got up on his knees. He paused there just a moment, his gaze raking her lewd nakedness from head to toe. Her hips were already in avid motion as she humped her moist slightly parted pussy lips. He whiffed the exciting odor of her woman secretions.
With a groan she reached up and pulled him to her. Their hips clashed, and he was overwhelmed by the female intensity of her as his huge, straining cock disappeared into her hot, tight quim.
He knew he was going to shoot his wad quick. He wanted it to be quick. He placed a hand on the outside of each breast and pushed them together, burying his face between them. He reveled in the scented femaleness of her flesh.
His orgasm raced toward completion, independent of his will.
Gaby said shrilly, "Love me, cheri. Fuck me completely:"
He grunted, his face still buried between her breasts. He caught a fold of flesh between his teeth and bit down.
Gaby curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up, raised her face to meet his. Her mouth was an inferno.
Raul increased the tempo of his humping, his body almost out of control. Once he thought he had lost her, but she groaned and moved frantically until she found him again.
His pleasure was nearing its peak. He feared he would be too quick for her. He should have known better; it never paid to underestimate the passionate Gaby.
Sensing his orgasm approaching, she threw her hot cunt up and down his thrusting organ, again and again, her pussy in a mad frenzy. Her hips jolted at him like a thrashing snake.
Raul groaned, his body stiffening as he was about to ejaculate. He groaned again. Nothing existed for him but the spasms convulsing his body as his hot sperm erupted from the head of his spasming prick to fill her heaving cunt with an immediate load of his 'come'.
At the same time, Gaby screamed. Her torso left the bed in a mighty arch, a bridge of pulsating pussy, still holding his slick organ, lifting him high, her weight resting on her elbows and wide-pi anted feet. She ground against him, screaming again and again, the cries gradually lessening in intensity. Finally she fell back, sprawling limply. He fell with her.
"You're the best," she breathed heavily. "The very best."
He faced her. She had scooted up in bed to get her back against the headboard. He reached over the side of the bed to his shirt, found a cigar in the pocket and lit it.
"A pull, baby?" He extended the cigar to her. She took a strong draw and then let the smoke out without change of expression.
His glance dropped to her breasts. The nipples were still erect, as though nothing had happened. He lowered his hand and rubbed his palm back and forth. Her face went slack, her eyes closing. She groped for his hand and forced it harder against her tit points.
"Don't those...Don't they ever go down?"
She opened her eyes and saw his skeptical grin, "Well, let's just say they feel like they don't."
Still grinning, he took his hand away, drew on the cigar.
"Raul, do you really think we can pull it off?"
"If I didn't think so, I wouldn't be doing it."
"It's going to be a long week," she said sulkily.
"Not so long, baby." He grinned down at her. "Just remember all that money. I already have the tickets, and when the heat's off, we'll take off like birds. We'll have a ball in Brazil with all that cash."
"I don't see why Roger has to go along with us."
He was silent. How could he tell her that the man had come to be like a father to him? Raul's own father had been killed when he was ten years old. And he had been a poor excuse for a father anyway. Raul thought far more of Roger than he ever had of his real father.
Now that Gaby had started his thoughts churning about the robbery, Raul was seized by a restless urge to be up and moving. Roger and Lamar would be back soon. And, as he'd just told Gaby, his very presence here posed a risk he was foolish for taking.
Then Gaby's hand touched the outside of his thigh, crept like a silken-toed spider toward the other thigh. Then she paused, her fingers light as tickling feathers.
He leaned to the nightstand to put out his cigar, then turned to her. She held up open arms and pulled him into her embrace.
His tongue ran out lightly, caressingly over the nipple. Gaby sighed lustily. The oreast, enlarged enormously by being so near his eyes, heaved like a mountain peak convulsed by an earthquake.
He trailed the tip of his tongue down the ski slope between the two teats and onto the mound of her belly. He stopped to explore her belly with his tongue.
She sighed and moaned, pitched and rolled. Raul had to slip one arm under her waist to keep from being pitched off. His other hand brushed lightly across the downsweep of her abdomen, across her agitated thighs, then came to rest on her bush, his finger tips sliding in between the pink-puckering cunny lips.
Her cries grew louder. Her hands clenched in his hair. Her hips rose and fell. Her feet flailed in the air. Her thighs trembled. Her hips now moved from side to side, then began a slow circling that gradually picked up speed as he finger-fucked her slick tunnel.
Then a great shudder racked her, and her hips left the bed in a stiffening arch. And Raul knew it was time.
He moved around, got to his knees. She was heaving, her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth was open, her breath whistling in and out. Without opening her eyes, she reached for him, found his thrusting peter and rammed the end into her hot, wet hole. He indulged her, let her lead him.
At the last moment he thought back to a few minutes ago when he'd watched her bent over, removing the ski pants. That gave him an idea. He pulled his partially immersed dong from her vulva.
She moaned. "No, my dearest, no." Her hands groped blindly for his moist dong, then her eyes flew open. "What are you doing to me? I'm dying."
"Don't worry, baby. As you're always saying, we're going to fix that. Right now."
He seized her, flipped her onto her stomach. Then he placed a hand on each hip and raised her so her big ass-cheeks were positioned near his stiff prong. He pushed his lower body forward so his pulsating shaft entered between her lower rumpcheeks. He waited just a moment, taking a deep breath.
She twisted her head to look back at him, her moist hair tangled about her face. "What are you...?" Then her eyes widened. "Oh, yes. Gaby will like that."
When he slid his big prick into her asshole, it hurt, but she wanted it in there. She moaned and cried out, shuddering violently. Then she went crazy.
She did indeed like that. She liked it very much. And for Raul, it was wild and weirdly wonderful.
Final ecstasy hit him like a blow, and the world around him exploded into fragments as his pulsating prick expanded as it erupted his white spermal release, and she writhed as her impaled ass filled with his hot flow.
When sanity returned he was lying exhausted atop Gaby. Her face was buried in the pillow. Her anal passage still throbbed, jumping now and then like a raw nerve. His feebly ejecting cock was now soft and still up her behind, but due to its slick wetness, was slowly sliding out of her anus.
After a while, Raul got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt weak in the knees, yet he felt great, better than he had at any time in the last two weeks.
He rose and began dressing.
"I think I'll take a little nap, my sweet," She said in a voice little louder than a whisper."
"You do that. I have to leave anyway.
"Good-bye, mon cheri. Hurry back."
Roger and Lamar hadn't returned. It was dark as Paul strode down the hill toward the village. The distant stars glittered.
The nearest cabin was several hundred yards away. He had selected this one for that reason. He didn't intend to make more than one more trip up here, but he wanted to come and go unobserved. Roger had rented the cabin by mail, but Raul had found it, and had sent Roger the address of the broker handling the rental.
Raul had a room in the two-story hotel across the street from the bank. He paused a moment to fire a cigar before going in, his gaze on the bank.
Its high false front reminded him of Edouard Le Fevre. Edouard was plump and genial, a perpetual smile pasted on his round face.
He had gained thirty pounds in Raul's five years away, and he had advanced from head cashier to president.
Raul had made an appointment with Edouard on the pretext that he wanted to negotiate a loan for a business he wanted to start in the village. It would give him a good opportunity to case the bank's layout.
Now he sat opposite Edouard's fat, oily face with its wisp of a moustache skirting an uneasy smile. His beady, glittering eyes never met Raul's.
While they spoke Raul kept seeing the lissome, white, honey-tressed loveliness of
Denise at the bedroom beck and call of Edouard. How could she ever let her delicate curves be embraced by the gross, slobbering, button-penised obesity before him? With a paunch like Edouard's, they couldn't even have sex together unless Denise could bring herself to straddle him, or position herself at the edge of the bed so her creamy thighs were around his fat loins and her cunt could make contact with his upwaving, short, knobby cock. She would have to lower her snatch to engulf his dick. Otherwise his ejaculating pricklet would slip out of the hot vulva and shoot all over her tits and belly -which had happened a few times to her disgust.