Chapter 12

The stretch of beach Nikki and Burt had fled to when Brenda had descended upon them was calm, serene and protected. But as Nikki watched the waves break gently on the shore she was worried. The more she thought about Pat being abandoned by them to the tender mercies of the raging Brenda, the more dismayed she became.

Pat was only of medium height, and even though she was shapely and well-filled out, she had a slender body. In comparison, Brenda was taller and massive with a solid sensuality. The woman was so mad she might easily hurt the more fragile Pat badly. Nikki had seen the results of some girl fights and she knew how damaging even a light blow in a woman's more vulnerable areas could be. If Pat were seriously injured, she would never forgive herself. But following Burt had seemed like the simplest thing to do-and they had paddled around the jut of the dune to where the beach stretched low and flat again. Now, the big grassy mound was like a wall cutting off all connection with the scene in the cove on the other side.

She couldn't understand why Burt was taking it so calmly. After his mad dash into the ocean he had actually seen humor in the situation. Treading water and struggling to put his trunks back on, he had even started laughing until a wave choked off the sound and made him gasp for breath. And now, out of the cove, he didn't appear at all worried.

"But it wasn't right to run away like that. Burt, if anything happens to the kid, I'll feel as if-"

"Nothing will happen. I know Brenda too well. She flies into a rage, but it soon passes. Anyway, I'm the one she was mad at, not Pat. If I had stayed, there would have been a real fight. That's why I ran. If she had raised a hand to me, I might have killed her. This way it will all blow over. Brenda has probably gone by now."

"You think so?"

"Sure. We've been here nearly a half hour, I'd guess. So it must be all over."

"I hope so. But I'm still worried."

"Don't be. While we're here, how about telling me what you were going to? About Paula-remember? You promised to fill me in on the details about all her kicks."

"Uh-huh. But not now, Burt. I'm too worried. Until I'm certain that it's-"

"Okay, okay." Burt stood up from the sand. "I'll swim out and take a look."

"Yes. That's a fine idea."

He loped toward the shore line and plunged in. In a powerful crawl-stroke he swam for a distance and then angled his direction until he was past the dune. She saw him wave and gesture with an upraised arm and a moment later the sound of his voice floated to her ears.

"Nikki! Come on. They're gone."

Relief welled up inside her. If both Brenda and Pat had left, the fracas couldn't have been serious. At least there were no dead bodies lying around.

The weight of worry lifted. As Nikki splashed into the water, she began to feel good again. It had been a wild adventure, really, but that was all. An adventure. No harm done. Why let it spoil this beautiful night?

The water swirled around her. Burt was floating on his back and spewing up a stream like a blowing porpoise. His body had a kind of weird shine in the moonlight, a glow that was almost incandescent. Out here under the black star-flecked dome there was a timeless tranquility.

"Nikki, look. I think I see the blanket"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's there, all right. What do you say? Shall we go back into the cove?"

"Why not? Come on, I'll race you."

"It's a deal. Go!"

Nikkis' stroke was smooth, but even with a head start she was no match for Burt. He passed her halfway in and her arms turned to lead as her strength gave out Back on the shore in a secluded cove they shook the sand out of the blanket and fell upon it exhausted.

Then, abruptly, he kissed her. His mouth, hot and wet and demanding, sent a ripple of delight through her. For a long moment she accepted his embrace; then-rather reluctantly-she pushed him away.

"Not like that, Burt."

"No?"

"You want to know about Paula, don't you? Well, that's what I'm going to tell you now."

"Sure, but-"

"Better still, I'll show you. Would you like that, Burt? Would you like me to show you what Paula wants? Do you want to learn how to make love to her?"

He shrugged. "I'm game. What's her secret?"

"It's no secret. Just watch the way Paula acts and you'll understand. She's bossy. Domineering. She sets herself up as a goddess and insists on being worshiped. That's Paula. Now are you still interested?"

"Of course I am. Anyway, the idea doesn't scare me. But what were you going to show me, Nikki? Is there some special trick that she goes for?"

"All the tricks and that's what I'll show you." Wriggling around on the blanket, Nikki shed the two pieces of her bikini hastily. "All the tricks-starting right now. No, you don't have to undress. Keep your trunks on."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because it's my body we're interested in, not yours. Or it's Paula's body, rather. Only I'm taking her place. Worship me, Burt that's the way to learn."

"Sure baby. Like this?"

"No! Not my breasts. You haven't earned the right to touch them yet. And you won't either, unless you pay attention to what I'm saying. If you act like the strong, manly type with Paula, she'll just laugh at you. And so will I. Because I'm playing Paula's role now-and that role calls for you to be my slave. Do you understand. You're my slave."

"Okay, okay, so I'm your slave. Big deal. So what do you want me to do?"

"Worship me. Kiss my feet"

"Oh...."

"Well? What are you waiting for? Do it! Or are you going to chicken out?"

"Don't call me chicken, baby. I'll show you-"

"Shut up! Shut up and do it!"

In an abrupt movement, Nikki twisted her naked body around and jammed the sole of her foot against his mouth. He grunted at the impact and then pulled back.

"It's sandy. Baby, what are you trying to do? You wouldn't want me to get a mouthful of sand would you?"

"Hah! A little sand never hurt anyone. But brush it off if you want. Uh-huh. No more sand. Now do it. Kiss it. Let me feel your mouth."

"Ummm...."

"That's it. The toes. Lick my feet and remember that you're a slave. Not a man, just a slave. Yes, like that. Open your mouth wide and swallow me."

Burt kissed. Presently Nikki recognized that he was getting into the spirit of the thing. As if she successfully pushed him over the brink of simple normalcy and into the abyss of complex perversion.

When she gave him her other foot, he made no complaints about the sand. Without hesitation, he leeched his lips to her toes and took them into his mouth. His tongue laved and a low moan sounded in his throat. But he kept on licking. Until there was no longer a square inch of skin or nails on both her feet that had not been gone over.

"Now kiss your way up to my breast. Slowly, slowly. And don't stop along the way. Uh-huh. Ah, yes."

For a little while, Nikki let herself relax. This much the guy already knew. There was no need to instruct him in how to kiss a woman's tits. In fact, he was quite good at it, she realized. Remarkably so. She was struck with the awareness that without any of this perverse nonsense that she was teaching him, he would have been an excellent lover. The kind of male hump-artist that any normal woman would want.

But Paula wasn't normal. Nikki was bent on keeping her promise. This was what Paula wanted this slavishness-and if the guy cared about winning himself a soft and cozy berth of thousand-dollar bills, he would have to learn it.

Nikki was a fine instructor. Dominating a male wasn't her kick, but she had done it often enough. Was there ever a hooker who hadn't? The need was prevalent in many men. Even big strong masculine men had it, this need that was so bizarre and yet not uncommon. They couldn't put their own wives on a pedestal, so they paid a prostitute and then treated her like a queen. She could scarcely recall how many clients had come to her for that kind of mixed-up pleasure. Now Burt was getting the benefit of her experience.

In a way, she hated it. She hated Burt for being so money-hungry that he was willing to do anything just to get in good with Paula. She hated herself for being a commercial hooker and not daring to be honest enough to tell him so. She hated what she was doing to him.

But what he was doing to her-ah no, she didn't hate that. Having her breasts kissed was delightful She wished it could go on forever. He was certainly an accomplished lover in his own forcefully gentle manner.

Only it couldn't go on. It would have to end soon. Because he was primed for the final step now and she had to demand it as Paula would. Besides, she was aroused enough so that her physical release from this built-up tension was fast becoming a dire necessity.

"Burt...."

"Hmmmm?"

"Here. This. Now."

"Huh?"

"Do it! Show me what a good slave you are." She clamped her hands on top of his head and shoved him downward towards her moist cuntlips.

He bent. Then her buttocks arched from the blanket and she tossed and gyrated to the urgency of his seeking lips on her cunt and her thighs jerked and twitched and looped around his neck to lock him into place.

"That's the way," she muttered. "That's the way you'll have to make love to Paula."

"Paula?" His head broke loose and shot up. "The hell with Paula. I'm making love to you. You hear me, Nikki?

Don't talk to me about anyone else."

"Yes, of course, but-"

"Now you shut up! I've had enough of this. I've played your little game, but now it's finished."

"Burt, don't. What are you doing?"

"Doing? You'll see what I'm doing. I'm acting like the strong, manly type. You want to laugh? Okay, baby, go ahead and laugh."

He yanked his trunks off. Then he loomed over her ferociously, and with a single savage thrust of his big prick into her cunt, drove everything out of her mind. Everything but him. When he raised his body and hung and poised for an interminable moment, she contorted in a convulsion of desire.

Burt's powerful torso rolled comfortably into the welcoming saddle of her weaving, white thighs. Nikki gasped again at the power of his bull-like cock-thrusts and then her belly and cunt swung into a practiced grind beneath him. He cupped her jiggling asscheeks and drew her vagina as close as possible as she met his pile-driving cock with her swiveling hips.

Burt groaned happily as a glowing bomb of ecstasy exploded in his loins. He threshed wildly as it mushroomed through his whole body and he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into her eager cunt. Surprising herself, Nikki squealed ecstatically as she triggered into peak bliss with Burt, her hips dancing wildly under his cock's orgasmic thrusts.

"I didn't think any man could make that happen to me," she mumbled later as they lay in each others arms.