Chapter 3

Six o'clock! Six and this burg was practically empty! Christ, did they all crawl into their holes right after the shops closed? Hal flicked his cigarette ashes out the window as he drove aimlessly up and down the streets, almost empty now and deserted of life. He'd had a busy day and was tired. Anabel was nowhere to be found. He'd called the house several times and the office just as it should have been closing; he had even driven by her place just now. Nothing. Her mother had no telephone listing. Just like that old biddy to have an unlisted phone. Damn! He needed to talk to Anabel. The results of last night's meeting were important to him. You'd think she'd realize that.

He pulled up in a parking place by the little post office. There'd been a lot of research today, talking to janitors, cab drivers, police officers, bartenders. Hal Crichton had found out a lot of things about a lot of people. Yes, sir. He flipped his cigarette into the gutter as he rounded the corner to go into the main entrance of the P.O.

Abruptly he bumped into a woman standing stock still in the middle of the sidewalk. She was standing there just staring at him, frowning when he walked right into her before he knew it.

"Don't you have any manners? Would you throw a lighted cigarette in the corner of a room?" She looked up at him crossly, brown eyes snapping, arms akimbo on her hips. A small feisty woman with fire in her eye.

"You're right... arrest me." Hal threw out his wrists to her, face up, as though she were a policeman and he was giving himself up. What luck! It was Doris Kandlebinder, chairman of the Planning Commission. About time he had some luck too.

"Why you're... you're Mr. Crichton! I remember you from last night. Do forgive me for not recognizing you right away. I do tend to get carried away... about trash in the streets, I mean. It costs so much these days for street cleaning and..." Her voice dribbled away as she looked up at Hal who was smiling amiably.

"I know. The cities are having terrible problems all over. If you remember my presentation last night... that's one of the things our firm would take care of in this development of the Bello property. The city of Del Monte wouldn't have to spend a dime on street cleaning there." He grinned down at her engagingly, wondering how he could keep her interested, detain her a while.

"Your company seems to want to take care of everything." Doris smiled but the sarcasm in her tone was unmistakable.

"Look, if you're not going to arrest me, Miss Kandlebinder, then I think the least you can do is let me buy you a drink," Hal shot back with a queer lopsided logic coupled with a brilliant smile that appealed to her.

"I was just on my way... maybe another time," her tone was reluctant. "You see, I occasionally go up in the mountains to... well... a sort of retreat. I was just on my way up there."

"One drink," he countered, "and I'll speed you on your way."

The small bar across the street was dim and cozy with a fire going already in the corner fireplace. Hal ushered Doris in and seated her so she could be close to the fire. Doris Kandlebinder seemed to like the attention.

"Tell me about your retreat up in the mountains."

"Well, it's quiet... and away from everything. Unspoiled. I guess I'm inclined to be a little too high strung, energetic. Sometimes I just need to get away from everything." In a small town a widow had to have some outlet that people couldn't gossip about. If she so much as had dinner with a man here it was all over Del Monte a few hours later. Anything more than that, and she'd be off the Commission in nothing flat. How lucky she'd been to find Garrapata Springs. Strange that it had come through the agony of Daniel, her son, turning hippie.

"What sort of place is it?" Hal asked, taking in her bright brown eyes and delicate features, the small well shaped head with the brown hair cut in a clinging cap. Suddenly his evening was planned. This woman had influence in Del Monte and she was lonely.

"Strange in a way. Primitive. Just family style dining. Rustic rooms. A pool. A small temple." Doris sipped her drink and looked at the almost beautiful young man. He was Southern California. No mistaking that but he was the handsomest man she'd seen in a long time.

"Sounds like heaven to a man from Los Angeles. You seem to know how to live here in Del Monte."

"Yes... I suppose we do. Maybe that's why we're so jealous of anything or anybody coming in here with... progressive ideas."

"But progress doesn't have to be ugly," Hal laughed. He leaned toward her intimately, looking straight and earnestly into her eyes. "And dinner with me doesn't have to be the talk of the town."

Doris looked startled and almost jumped. It was as though he'd been reading her mind. "But... I... have reservations... I told you... I'm on my way to Garrapata."

"We... could have dinner there..." Hal let the slow words sink in, watching her face, his eyes going to work on her. She blushed and looked away uncertainly.

Doris took refuge from his eyes by concentrating on her drink. My god! She was acting like a teen-ager on her first date. But then, widows are in as uncertain a position as young girls just starting out. Her instincts told her that Hal Crichton wasn't asking her to dinner for nothing... or for just herself. Doris knew she was at least five years his senior. He looked as though he probably went for the starlet type and she hadn't been that type even when she was sixteen. Still... he had asked her. After all, she went to Garrapata for men... and here was one who wanted to go with her. Doris wasn't naive. Yet it might be interesting just to find out what he wanted from her besides a quick lay. For starters, he probably wanted her influence.

The evening breeze blew softly in the car windows. Doris leaned her head back against the leather seat and let the wind ruffle her hair. Music from the radio drifted up.

"By the way... I never talk business with men I fuck," she said casually.

Hal threw back his head and laughed, reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'd say there's no question but that you came originally from New England."

"As a matter of fact, I did," Doris laughed with him. Yes, whatever Hal Chrichton might or might not be, he was going to be just right for what ailed her. Certainly that wasn't the reaction she'd expected from him... but she'd found that flat statements of fact rather an effective gambit with cocky young men. Either it scared them out of their wits and they took off like terrified rabbits or they stayed all night.

Doris knew it was a line she used when she was more than ordinarily affected by a man, too. It was a defense thing... to shock not only the man, but herself, into some kind of honest perspective. Her blunt New England talk made her see what she was doing in the right light.

Garrapata Springs was situated on top of a mountain in the rough folded hills behind Del Monte. For years it had been a place of healing and retreat. The Indians had used it centuries ago. The Spanish had used it too. In the 1900's it became a health spa for the wealthy who only played at roughing it. Later it was briefly a ranch and then the Mason family bought it and turned it into a camp. Finally old man Mason died and his heirs had let it lie fallow and empty for several years. An enterprising group of educated hippies made a deal with those scattered heirs and it was now a retreat... not only for drop outs, but monks and pseudo monks, health food nuts, vegetarians, contemplatives and bored alienated people. Doris used it for therapy. There were others who did too and no one questioned them as long as they were mildly discreet.

An eerie wailing and chanting punctuated with the sound of jangling bells greeted them as Hal swung his low car into the narrow drive and through a small copse of trees. A small sign said simply AUTOMOBILES down a path away from the bell sounds. He followed it and parked in the small pasture designated. A number of vehicles, mostly small buses, were already there.

Doris couldn't help but contrast the quiet and the decorum and consideration at the community Garrapata table with the lack of those qualities at the interminable dinners she had to endure as chairman of the Planning Commission of Del Monte. Long loaves of heavy brown, home baked bread were passed, steaming bowls of vegetables grown here in the rocky soil, a huge mushroom and cheese casserole. There was an earthy Tightness to the meal. The various people around the table literally broke bread together. There couldn't have been a more divergent gathering. Young monks with shaven heads and saffron robes, beautiful hippie girls with long, flowing hair and simple, long skirts and bare feet, some with babies. Hard, bronzed young men with long beads and shaggy hair and a sprinkling of straight people like herself and Hal Crichton. Even the hard-sell, balding, paunchy salesman across from them with his bleached blonde, false-eyelashed chick was quiet, though he pushed the unfamiliar food around his plate distastefully. Doris ate it with relish.

After dinner, everyone helped clear the table, and Doris took Hal to the springs. Small rustic wooden buildings were built over the bubbling natural sulphur springs where one could steam and soak, then rinse and swim in the large natural pool fed by clear mountain springs untainted by the rotten egg smell of the sulphur.

Hal tried breathing through his mouth but it didn't help much. God, what a smell! Doris was laughing at him again but he didn't care. Jesus! What a guy had to go through these days to make a buck! Nevertheless he followed her into the weathered building. In the small anteroom with rough pegs and wooden benches she started shedding her clothes as casually as if she'd been alone.

"The smell is ghastly. You don't have to go in if you don't want to." Doris grinned over her shoulder challengingly.

"Hell, yes. Don't know when I'll get the chance again," he replied, knowing it was a ready made opportunity to soften her up.

Her simple wool shirtdress came off and Doris stood in a cobweb of lace half slip and a matching lace bra with huge strawberries embroidered right over the nipples. She hadn't changed clothes since Hal had picked her up in downtown Del Monte which meant she ran around all the time with sexy underwear hidden under that plain dress and trenchcoat! This might prove much more interesting than he'd hoped.

"I... ah... guess the procedure is to get the clothes off?" Hal asked.

"That's the general idea," she answered mockingly, slipping off her shoes as though performing a strip for his benefit. Those strawberries on the ends of her tits drew Hal's eyes like magnets. She was a little bit of a thing and in that dress she looked at least forty, but without it, she dropped a good ten years.

Carefully she slid the fragile lace petticoat down her hips and let it drop to her feet in a soft puddle of white lace. Hal stopped untying his shoes where he sat on the bench. Christ! She was a miniature Venus! Her lightly tanned skin glowed in the dim light as she stood on the white lace bra and matching lace bikini panties with a whole patch of strawberries embroidered right over the pubic area. Small as she was, her breasts threatened to spill completely out of the bra and her hips curved in a soft swell down to the tiny befruited bikini.

Doris always enjoyed the amazed simpleton look that came over a man's face when she stripped off her everyday Del Monte staid dresses. Her penchant for interesting and provocative lingerie was well worth the price it cost. Doris had long ago realized that you literally could behave any way you wanted if your outward appearance aroused no suspicions. That was why she'd always felt that Daniel had been stupid to go so glaringly hippie... though it had been through his living in Garrapata for a while that she had discovered it. Her twenty year old son had long ago moved on to a commune in Taos, New Mexico; but she had a place to come that couldn't possibly jeopardize her position in the community of Del Monte. A respectable widow had to make out somehow.

"You're much more progressive and modern than you lead those poor boobs in Del Monte to believe," Hal said slowly, his eyes feasting on Doris' firm, tanned, erotic body. Christ! Under all that dull exterior this gal was a swinger!

"Expedience, Hal... expedience," Doris whispered, her arms slowly twisting behind her to the fastening of her strawberry bra. Her eyes were focused on his handsome, movie star face. There'd been lots of men in the past two years after the long dearth following Harold Kandlebinder's death. Oh, she'd tried lots of things... week-ends in the city, conventions, trips... but they were all expensive and left her open to being caught and her position in Del Monte jeopardized. None of them had proved as satisfying as Garrapata. The men here were not the kind who lived in Del Monte... just as Hal Crichton was not the kind to stay here. Besides he had a vested interest in keeping her secret. He wanted her vote for his development. That had become obvious on the drive out. Well, if he was really good... she might just give it to him. If it wasn't this development, it would be another eventually, anyway.

"Doris... I think you're a clever woman... a clever and lovely thing." Hal rose and unbuttoned his shirt, enjoying the double strip as their eyes dueled and the tension built up. He enjoyed towering over her and challenging her sovereignty. Yes, he was going to have a far more interesting evening than if he'd found Anabel. To hell with her. She was probably over at her mother's with the kids... playing the wronged divorcee. Well, let her.

The shirt came off Hal's broad shoulders and he turned to hang it on a peg. Doris watched the muscles ripple as he moved. His skin was smooth and taut and his belly hard and flat, the big chest very wide and the pectorals beautiful on each side of the matt of black chest hair. She felt her pussy twitch delightfully as her eyes swept down over the bulge in the front of his trousers.

Her hands jerked the bra catch decisively and she stood smiling up at him as she let the flimsy little lace bra fall away from her large firm breasts. Hal's eyes widened appreciatively as her breasts popped free, for they were as tanned as the rest of her and were capped with large penny-brown nipples like giant sand dollars. The straps slid off her arms and she dropped the bra behind her on the bench. Her small, brown hands dropped to her thighs and slid very lazily up her tanned hips to the tiny, indented waist and up to cup those big round breasts that were far too large for those tiny fingers to contain. Her breasts were offered up like a double feast for Hal's gluttonous eyes. Triumphantly Doris heard him gasp and swallow.

Suddenly his hands shot out and his hard fingers caught both her nipples at once and pinched and twisted them painfully. A dagger thrust straight up through her cunt at his brutal twisting of her nipples.

"Ohhhhhh..." She howled, pushing at his huge forearms with tiny protesting hands. "Don't... not yet... OHHHHHHH!"

Something in her eyes had set Hal off. Some sneering kind of superiority that he couldn't take. Christ, he'd had enough of sanctimonious, superior women with Anabel. This baby liked to crack the whip too and he just wanted to establish the pecking order right away. He pinched the nipples again hard and then let his fingers relax and begin to stroke the hard little points and milk the heavy flesh around them with a gentle touch. Her howling stopped and turned to mewls. Hal leaned down and kissed her for the first time, one arm going around her little warm body and the other continuing to soothe her breast.

"Oooooo... oohhhhh," she sighed into his mouth as he released her, and she savored his responses to her titillation. Yes, this man was going to be better even than the hard young men she usually bedded with here at Garrapata. Anabel may have gotten the assistant's job in City Hall that should by rights have been Doris' but maybe usurping that red headed snip's man was an even better triumph. That long legged innocent wouldn't know how to handle a man like this. It was only a question of time before Doris would get the job anyway. An outsider couldn't possibly know where all the political skeletons were hidden, where the bodies were buried as Harold used to quip... so Anabel was bound to goof rather badly without that essential knowledge.

Doris made a contented purring sound deep in her throat. Her hands slid over Hal's great muscular shoulders as she let herself be swept against him. She could feel his hands slide inside the bikini panties, cupping her buttocks. The panties soon fell to her feet. She stepped deftly out of them without breaking the kiss he held her locked in, to his hard body.

Hal could feel her busy little hands working at his belt and unzipping his fly. His loins churned and a sharp stab of lust, like a twinge of pain, cut through his genitals as her tiny hand loosened his pants enough for them to fall to his feet. Like darting hummingbirds, her hands were wriggling inside his shorts to capture his huge erection. Jesus! It was going to be a pleasure to do business with Doris Kandlebinder.

"Get them off," she panted. "Let me see your great big beautiful dong!"

Hal bent and stripped the damned things off in one motion and kicked them aside. A muffled little squeal escaped Doris' lips as Hal's great brown rod rose up from the tight binding that his swift movement had torn away. Her little hands closed around it frantically and she jerked it up and down in hard shucking for a moment.

"A great big man with a beautiful big cock!" She taunted.

"Big enough to satisfy two your size, baby!"

Doris laughed shrilly and pulled away to go through the opening to the springs where the smell of sulphur was overpowering. Hal followed her... his penis poling out in front like an animated log, a lever that, caught in the right way, might lift his whole body up.

She was cautiously easing her small feet down the slippery little bank of a dirty looking pool, brownish yellow and steaming. She looked up and beckoned Hal, laughing at him.

"Come on in," she said huskily. "The water's fine."

Hal stared incredulously at the steaming bubbling pool coming up from the bowels of the earth. It was close and hot in the weathered shack and the steam rose in little columns. Christ! That was liable to boil his balls!

"That stuff looks like it's boiling!"

Doris was in over her ankles, her brown breasts bobbing enticingly as she took small mincing steps. Hal stared in amazement... not really believing that she was going into that messy looking guck... but she kept descending as he watched, the brownish water inching up her naked flesh.

"You're crazy."

"Is the great big man afraid?" Doris mocked.

"Smart," Hal snapped back.

"Once you're in, it feels wonderful!" Visibly holding her breath Doris suddenly ducked so that the murky water came up to her breasts and they floated like two buoys in the steaming water. Hal finally waded in, grumbling.

To his amazement, it did feel good. Hot as hell, at first, but no hotter than a good steam bath. The bubbling of the water was like a swirling hydro-bath, the motion both soothing and titillating. A sensuous warmth seeped into his bones and he could feel himself relaxing in the murky depths but he didn't think he'd ever get used to the stench.

Suddenly he felt something prod and then curl around his prick! Jesus! Looking up he caught Doris laughing at him again, her foot twisting around his cock like a snake. He reached down and caught the tiny foot and pressed it into his throbbing organ.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she breathed. "That's nice."

Hal's other hand came out under the warm cover of the water and found her naked thigh. Doris felt the big palm and fingers slide over her hot wet skin, caressing her buttocks and belly and then stroking downward to her pussy. Her foot was still clasped against his naked stalk of throbbing, pulsing penis as his hand insinuated through her pubic hair to the slit and one finger dipped inside teasingly.

"OHHHH... hhhhhh... yesss, lover..." She breathed as that big digit began a slow exploration of her pussy lips and clitoris while his great bulging rod beat a timed tattoo into her arching foot.

"Now, I like this place a little better... it's going to be all right..." Hal muttered as his finger found the erectile clitoris and he rubbed her tiny foot all over his aching prick. The combination of the hot bubbling water and the limber almost prehensile foot rubbing his huge erection was exciting and he could feel his pole growing even larger. The pulsing increased!

"That's good, baby... very good..." Even the stink wasn't so overpowering now. The dirty looking water that smelled so bad did have a strangely soothing, yet stimulating effect.

"Ohhh... Hal..." Doris sighed as her pelvis arched, throwing her cunt up to his pillaging finger as it teased, circled, pressed, and rubbed her sensitive clit and slid back and forth the length of her whole slit.

"Come on... let's get out of here." Hal panted. He climbed out carefully, rising ape-like as out of some prehistoric swamp, his cock strutting out like an enormous clubbed weapon. He turned and reached his hands down under Doris' armpits and pulled her up. The rivulets ran down her naked flesh, over the mountains of her breasts, down the valley of her belly, off the steeply curved hips.

Hal pulled her up beside him and crushed her wet, female flesh into him, catching her mouth with his, closing by a murderously aggressive passion, those mocking eyes. His hands and arms clenched the curved, rounded, naked body into him, the great brown eyed breasts mashing into his dripping chest, the rounded hips shoved close so his pulsating prick was pressed fiercely into her soft belly. It beat there, trapped and captured by their cleaving wet bodies.

Doris felt Hal's forcing, lunging tongue stab into her waiting mouth and the shivers of anticipation race madly up her spine like millions of silverfish. The hot, healing water and his equally hot, handsome male body seeking hers brought such an incredible lassitude and warmth that she was almost fainting. She could feel her nipples, hard as two tiny mole noses, shoved into the iron muscled chest, the hairy haven, wet and naked and panting with need!

Hal felt an unearthly sense of time, their two rutting bodies rising out of some primordial slime, cleaving and clawing and clutching, flesh pressed into flesh, as it had been for millennia! Some ancient, pagan, instinct that had been ritualized and codified and shaped into legends and myths. All the centuries and all the bodies and all the generations stretched yawning back to that earlier era lost in the mists of antiquity... even as the mists and steam surrounded them here.

An even more necessary urgency was on them now. Doris felt it as Hal fucked his long, thick tongue into her wet, panting mouth. His hands clenched her flesh painfully, bruising and kneading and clutching her ever closer. The breath came snorting out their distended nostrils and the mists rose around them.

She pushed hard against his huge, hairy chest and tore her mouth away reluctantly. Her eyes burned up, questioning his bright blue ones that glittered obscenely in the dim light. She wetted her lips and whispered huskily, "Hurry... let's rinse... this way..."

Hal kept his hands on those curved hips, naked and wet and slippery, as he followed Doris out the small door at the end of the rustic wooden shack. It was dark outside but a few small, burning torches lit the edge of a large natural pool with great rocks rimming its edge. She slipped from his grasp like a seal and plunged into the depths of the clear pool and swam away from him toward the far end. Only then did he realize that there were several other couples lounging on the rocks, almost blending with the natural setting... naked animal bodies lying on the rocks as naturally as if they had been seals.

He was left standing there naked, his cock strutting out so huge and distended from his hairy loins. Christ! He'd been skinny dipping before but never with perfect strangers. Without thinking, he dove in after Doris and the shock of the icy water after the heat of the sulphur springs almost knocked him out. His whole body, every pore, every cell shrank from the shockingly cold mountain water. He came up for air as fast as he could and swam hard to the other end of the pool.

Doris was treading water and laughing as he swam furiously up. "What you trying to do... ? This damn pool is icy! I'll get pneumonia!"

"If I'd told you... you'd have argued about coming in here too," she laughed. "You won't die... the shock is good for you... closes the pores."

"I'm beginning to think you're sadistic as hell! What is this... an obstacle course?"

"Come on, cry baby... race you to the end of the pool!"

She was off before Hal could catch her. His arms shot out in a crawl and he was rapidly gaining on her lead. At least he'd be rinsed of sulphur after this. But he was getting madder by the second. That damned air of superiority and expertise she had... trying to make him foolish and inept and bumbling. Just wait... by god!... wait till he got her alone in the cabin... away from all these languorous hippies lying on the rocks, looking at them curiously. He could feel their half amused eyes watching lazily.

Doris felt Hal catch her just about the middle of the pool. His hard hand shot out and grabbed her around the waist and turned her to the side of the pool. Unceremoniously he dragged her out of the water and the night air hit her, drawing giant goose bumps over her flesh. She wasn't laughing now. Maybe she shouldn't have been so brutal about enticing him into the icy water. It had been funny though to see his face, the handsome features distorted with anger and discomfort.

Hal stepped out on the rocks, slinging Doris over his shoulder like a sack, and marching back to the door of the shack. He didn't give a damn how ridiculous he looked! He'd had just about all he was going to take from this dame!

"All right... you've made your grandstand play, cave man!" Doris panted when they were in the shack. She was still hanging over his shoulder like a bag of meal. Squirming, she tried to get down, her hands pushing at his back futilely.

Hal ignored her squirming and simply grabbed their clothes and marched out through the door they'd come in. God damned bitch! Making an ass out of him in front of those damned hippies. It wasn't their opinion he valued, necessarily, but he was damned if he were going to be made a fool of by any damn bitch! Doris was beating on his back now with little clenched fists, and yelling.

"Put me down... Hal... stop it... put me down!"

Marching furiously now, Hal stalked through the trees to their cabin, the trees brushing his head with low hanging leaves, the small branches scraping Doris' back where he held her hanging carelessly, his arm wrapped around her knees. There was an eerie chanting from the monks in the night air.

He didn't bother with the door knob but kicked the rustic redwood door in as though it hadn't been there at all. Turning briefly, he kicked it shut again, dropped their clothes and threw Doris down on the rough, striped wool blanketed bed. She sat up immediately, still yelling.

"Now, what was that performance all about, Tarzan!"

"You wanted to fuck, baby... and we weren't getting anywhere out there!" Hal grabbed her shoulders and threw her back on the bed.

"Look... you big ape... no one asked you here. This was your idea!"

"On the contrary.... I think it was yours. Maybe this is how you get your kicks... bringing guys up here to harass. Well, no god damn prick tease is going to make me look like a boob!"

"I don't think you're in the best of positions to criticize. God, you are a baby!" Doris snorted and started to roll off the other side of the bed.

The sight of her naked, rounded, pale brown buttocks, still damp, with water droplets trickling down her sides, triggered something in Hal that had been repressed. The shame and sting of her barbs were like poison arrows and a fury came over him from the sharp pain of her contempt. God damn bitch! All women were bitches! And this one was going to get it if it was the last thing he did! She was going to be hurt the way he'd been hurt... for all the hurts seemed to boil up inside him at once! The hurts from all the years of his life...

"Babies may be what you're used to.... but you've tangled with a man this time!" Hal reached out and slapped Doris across the bare rump with his hand, making a resounding whack.

"Owwww... you maniac... that hurts!"

"You are damn right, sweetheart..." Hal stared down at her wildly as Doris rolled back over holding her red buttock with her hand. "A man has got one of these..." He waved his great, rigid cock like a sword. "And it was made to hurt!" He stood over her like a giant... a maddened giant with an old score to settle.

Doris stared up at the menacingly enormous tool Hal was waving. Something had changed in Hal's face. The suavity, the unctuous charm were gone, the pleasing and amusing mien, the salesmanship. What was left was vicious and hard and aggressive and it sent a little stab of fear through her. Instinctively, she spread her legs in submission and her hands came around to slide along the edges of her pussy lips as her hips undulated invitingly.

"Stop being mean..." she whispered provocatively.

The sight of her spread thighs culminating in the sacred triangular fleece of her soft, damp, brown pubic hair and the opened warmly, red and swollen cunt lips sent a visible jolt through Hal's loins. His huge erectile penis reacted automatically and jerked upward even further. He could see the moist seepage that was not water from the pool, but her own inner secretions, slicking her labia invitingly.

Christ! Hal knelt on the end of the bed and kneed up between her splayed legs, like gates to the inner sanctum sanctorum, the temple of delight, the Valhalla of bodily ecstasy. He stared down at the undulating, invitational submission of Doris' opened body... but the anger was still in him. The anger and frustration of all his thirty five years. For once he held back, the hurts were still too near. He leaned forward and drew his thickened, turgid prick straight up through her vaginal slot, moist and slippery with excitement.

"Ohhhh... oh, yes... ohhhhh, lover..." Doris moaned softly,, feeling the exquisite pressure of the mammoth cock head sliding deliciously up through her sensitive flesh.

Suddenly he drew back and stood by the side of the high bed. "Turn over!" he commanded harshly. Doris looked up at him uncertainly. A rush of strong warm confidence flowed through him. That was better. With her off balance for a change!

"I said turn over... turn over and back up to me!"

"What... what are you going to do... come back here... on the bed with me..." she begged in a soft whine.

Hal's hands reached out and he grabbed her brutally and threw her naked body over. "God damn it... I said... turn over..." The breath was panting harshly through his lungs now and the sadistic gleam of anticipation and vengeance was in his eye. He jerked her pale brown ass back to him, spreading the bent knees wide, so her little crinkled asshole winked up at him like a crumpled eyesocket.

"You wanted to fuck, baby," he said grimly between clenched teeth. "Well, I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before! I'm going to fuck your high and mighty ass!"

"Noo... oohhh, NO!... Hal... lover, please..." The thought of that enormous, animal-huge prick sunk in her tiny, defenseless asshole was terrifying. God, he'd kill her. It would be difficult enough to take that mammoth gigantic organ in her cunt... but her asshole was unthinkable! Doris shook with fear. Oh god, she shouldn't have teased him so! But how could she know he was so sensitive? Suddenly... a thought that hadn't even occurred to her before, hit her like a blow. Crichton. He must have some connection with that Crichton girl they'd hired in City Hall! Hired for the job Doris had wanted herself! The thoughts whirled and collided furiously in Doris' head... and then evaporated, wiped clean with an overpowering fear that shot through her. That huge cock head was digging at her asshole!

Hal stood looking at the tiny, inward drawn, elastic asshole, pale brown, a tight little bud and, as though in a trance, he aimed his giant pole and touched the soft, tight flesh. With a guttural grunt he poked his cock into the edge and felt the clenched muscular flesh give way before him, resisting fiercely, but unable to stay his prodding prick.

"Goddddd... oohhh, ple-e-e-e-e-a-a-s-ssseeee... NNooooooo!"

Doris' head came around to try to see what this maniac was doing to her that-hurt so terribly... but knowing already. It was as though her eyes had to confirm what her body was feeling for her to believe the unbelievable! She'd thought that he was still trying to scare her... exerting his masculine domination that she had challenged... but no... the idiot was going to do it! He was going to fuck her ass!

"God!" The expletive tore from Hal's lips at the incredible narrow tightness of her constricting, resisting asshole that felt so unbelievably good, clasping his blood gorged prick head like a vise. His hands caught her curved, round hips and he shoved harder, feeling the stricture titillate him even further.

"Don't... You maniac!... You'll kill me!... Oh. Goddd... please... pleasssssseeeeeeee.... don't!"

"Shut up... shut up and keep your ass back here... high!" This was one fuck the bitch was never going to forget! God knows, he was never going to forget it! He'd heard about this all his life but never had the guts to try it before. But this time... there was no way out... and, Jesus! If this was any sample, he was going to have it again and again!

The moans turned to shrieks as Doris felt her whole backside flaming with excruciating pain! He was going to rip her apart back there! Split her open completely, halved like a cantaloupe! She'd be stretched to the breaking point and her soft flesh would shred before this brute's onslaught!

Christ! Hal had never seen such a voluptuous asshole. His sperm loaded balls tingled as he surged forward again, prying open the luscious little, tightly clenched moons, wider and wider. Hal grinned insanely down at his hugely swollen cock stuck in the end of Mrs. Kandlebinder. He moaned as he locked his eyes on the thickened, turgid pole which was slowly disappearing into the stretching oval opening between the quivering mounds. He jerked slightly, Doris screaming in torment again, as another small portion of his penis slid into the tender brown flesh; then as he stopped still, the anus drew out slightly, pucking around his impaling rod.

His prick was so hard, Hal thought it was going to shatter, and his balls felt as heavy as lead, throbbing and aching. The high and mighty Doris... stuck on his cock like a bitch in heat! God damn! Jesus! He was going to ram it to her good, like the squirming bitch deserved.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Doris screamed with each inch Hal pressed into her tight, hot passage. Her face contorted with the agony! She twisted her head from side to side, trying to see and stop his depraved assault on her defenseless, virginal rectum.

Hal leaned into it, sliding his hands up the small feminine body and catching one heavy breast, dangling under her propped body, his other hand sliding around her thigh and dipping a finger into her opened cunt. With finger firmly sunk in the moist pussy and hand anchored on the firmly full flesh of one breast, Hal lunged viciously into the gaping strength of her anal channel with a grunting groan and felt the reluctant flesh give... the ring of muscle pop and stretch and he was in all the way! Sunk straight up to the hilt, imbedded in Doris' clenching hole that clasped him ferociously!

Oh god! Doris thought she would faint from the pain! Was she being punished for her double life... respectable widow and community volunteer on the one hand and lusting bitch who went up in the mountains for the satisfactions of her lonely flesh? She'd thought she was so clever, keeping her secret with a sly deviousness. She was being punished unbearably for it. Even with the pain so unbearable, Hal's great distended organ sunk into her rectal passage, she could feel a salacious pleasure gripping her loins for his hands violated and titillated her prurient flesh so delectably. She was a slavish whore, prisoner in her own unthinking lusting body!

Hal's pelvis smacked loudly against Doris' quiveringly soft ass cheeks as, grunting still, he sank a half inch deeper into the depths of her anus. His balls swung hard against the hole of her vagina where his finger wormed into her. He could hear her screaming mindlessly now, wailing and weeping and making more horrible sounds than a cat in the throes of passion.

"Shove it back to me!" he ordered. "Shove it back!" "AAAHHHHHHHHHHGGGG... OOOOHHHH-HHHH... NNNOOOOOOOOOO..." she wept. Hal shoved his finger even further into the clasping, we walls of her vagina, pressing into her from two directions, finger in pussy and cock in ass! Christ. There'd never been anything like it!

Doris couldn't see and did not want to... the pain and the tears had blinded her so that Hal's command brought a response without her brain seeming to be involved. Slave-like, she screwed her buttocks tighter back upon his impaling member. Her breath caught in her throat, mid-sob, for the pain eased miraculously! The pleasure in her pussy and firmly kneaded tit was spreading to her ruined asshole. Suddenly she was reveling in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless rear! A choking sound came out her throat as her soft flesh grappled hotly around Hal's great organ. Rapidly now, desire was replacing the shame, humiliation and pain. Spasms of delight built with each buffeting charge of his stabbing prick!

Watching his wild thrusting into the split crevice of Doris' sensuously wiggling buttocks, Hal moaned, aware that her arching, back pushing ass was feeling not pain but desire. His lust increased proportionately and wildly! Her head turned to the side and mashed into the striped blanket, eyes closed, she was shoving her ass up and back lewdly. Hal dug his fingers deeper into the hairy folds of her cunt and heard her moan back appreciatively!

"Ohhh... God damn!! This is it... itttt... Jesus!" Doris heard Hall hiss obscenely as he increased the ravaging ass assault, his hands sending lascivious thrills through her naked flesh. Her breasts, she realized, were as swollen as his hugely bloated testicles and she could feel his fingers pinch her hardened nipple painfully and the needles of prurient pleasure shot through her in showers of fine sparks!

Fingers plunging soggily into Doris' juicy cunt with a sloshing wet sound, Hal pumped madly into her upturned asshole. The muscular walls of both cunt and rectum sucked him frantically, milking him, pulling him, absorbing him into the quicksand suction of her passion mad body!

Jagged points of ever rising sensation were building inside Doris and her whole body was a mass of sharp brittle, yet oddly melting, emotional peaks, like the softening snow on mountain tops or the dripping points of a sand castle. She could feel the coming slide threatening to wash her into oblivion and flatten her forever! Nothing... absolutely nothing had ever pushed her so far toward mindless eternity. Not the hard, shaggy young men who came here... not the furtive week-end liaisons in the city, not even the few drunken ski trips with the Sea and Mountain Singles Club. Whatever else Hal Crichton might or might not be... whatever his motives on this development thing.... whatever his association with Anabel, Doris only knew she had to have him again and again. He was addictive and she was hooked already! Whatever the cost!

She could feel the brutal make-shift penile organ of his hard fingers slamming into her aching pussy and almost meeting the downstroke of his huge beastly cock inside her body! The thin membrane that barely separated the lunging, foraging tools seemed too fragile to withstand their onslaught! Doris arched feverishly back and forth, forward to his digging hand and back on the mammoth vicious prick bulleting into her anus!

The driving rhythm increased and Hal could hear their moans keening up to a fever pitch and he rammed harder and harder, faster and faster! Glory was almost in reach! The pinnacle he'd reached for all his life and this time he was going to make it!

"Come on, baby .. buck it up to me... back it up... go!"

Suddenly Doris arched forward and screamed, an inhuman spiraling wail burst from her, as her hands reached under and almost shoved his whole hand inside her milking pussy! Hal could feel her spasms rippling through her straining body as he slammed like a huge battering ram into her asshole with all his strength!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE... IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE E... GGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....A AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H!"

The sound of her insane screaming and the lurching action of her thrashing body triggered Hal's own climax! Deep in his groin the gears meshed, the igniting engine rumbled, and the roaring started! The vacuumed fuel, under such terrible pressure, burst from his over loaded balls and began to shoot rocket bursts down the tiny channel at the center of his great rigid rod.

"GOOODDDDDDDDDDDI... CUMMM MMMMMMMMM... CHRIST... G G G G A A A AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... UUUUUNNNNNNNNN... NHHHHHHH H... CCCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMM M!"

Oh god damn! It was here! Hal felt the almost unbearable, zooming, joyous flood gush down his cock hole in thick hot streams deep into Doris' asshole, deep up inside her wailing, waggling, thrashing body! The pumping, humping, beating tidal wave was on him and he jerked it deeper into the clinging, milking, draining, pulling hole, far up inside, his cum pooling inside that pink hole and making manmade lakes in the deepest crevices of her convulsing flesh!

Doris' arms and hands were under her, clutching Hal's wrist and pushing that masterful hand deep into her bursting body that felt as though a thousand suns had exploded at once and the blinding light and roar deafened her ears and rendered her eyes near sightless and only her flesh could sense and react and feel! Oh, God, it was almost too beautiful to bear! Then she heard, above the roar, Hal's screaming and felt the scalding streams of his white hot cum bursting deep inside her and it was as though his hand and his great cock met and scourged her flesh simultaneously!... And she was only one great pulsing hollow that jerked to his tremendous beating! She wanted to devour him whole and suck him inside her womb to retain the beautiful flaming beat! Nothing mattered... the whole world fell away... and she was on a plain of light, joined forever in union, his flesh, hers and his!

As Hal pumped his boiling gallons into her, hand sunk in cunt and cock in ass, he watched the bubbling white overflowing cum trickle back and seep out around his pillaging prick and run down between her legs, wetting his hand... and joining his own wet semen to her flowing love juices!! Her pussy was clasping and pulling and convulsing around his deeply buried fingers and the very flesh seemed to devour him, to consume him and Jesus... he could almost grab his own imbedded cock through her flesh!

The lewd spurting prick in her asshole brought an even double rapture to Doris' greedy flesh. No orgasm had ever been so exquisite! The strange lascivious erotic and sensual emotion was of a kind that she had never even imagined! Sodomizing her and now she knew why sodomy was so depraved... it was too beautiful! Depraved and beautiful and perverted and salacious... and oh god, she had to have it again and again! She had to have Hal! This rapturous, blissful, gorgeous man! If only to keep him here, she'd vote to let the development go through... she'd even campaign to get other votes. He had to stay... stay and love her like this...

"Oh, god... Oh Christ... Baby... ughn... aaa-hhh... !" The glowing, blazing, arcing, rocketing, incredible bliss was ever so slowly decreasing and Hal could feel the hot spurts growing smaller and further apart... but her clenching asshole was milking him dry to the balls! The tightly clasping ass flesh was draining every drop from him, deliciously and totally! The great shuddering breaths came laboring from his chest and he fell on her, across the bed, deflating cock still sunk into her channel. Doris lay under his huge body like a crumpled doll that had wound down entirely, lifeless and still, except for a faint beat still in her bowels. The wind ruffled the branches outside and a lone owl cried in the night.