Chapter 4

Noble Morton leaned back wearily in his olive swivel chair. Anabel could see he was dog tired. He looked the way she felt... except that she doubted he had the terrible burden of guilt and shame she bore. She'd been snippy with her mother and irritable with the children and had even snapped at the janitor this morning. It would all never have happened if Hal hadn't shown up. Whenever he was around, everything fell apart and the world became complicated and unbearable. Why did he have to come here? Why hadn't he stayed in L.A. where chaos is a way of life.

"Now, Anabel, I must warn you... the mayor is going to do whatever is expedient on this Bello thing... the politically expedient thing... and this office may be left holding the bag if we lean one way or the other."

"Does that mean... we just do nothing?"

"Not quite. There's a lot we can do... but it has to be very circumspect. You see, we're rather unassailable if we let the council take the risks. We have a saying... 'the councils come and go with the elections... but the staff stays on.' We have to be the backbone... see that the city actually runs."

Anabel understandably sighed and rubbed her hand across her forehead. "Well, you know, I'm willing to do whatever you think I can, Mr. M."

"For one thing, we need information. You can sometimes get the information where I can't. Do you ever get to any parties... meet people like Nat Simmons or Arthur Bello socially?"

"Well, not so far."

"Then do. Any invitation that comes along in the next few weeks... take it. A pretty girl they may talk to... not to me."

"There have been some plans made at the Sea and Mountain Singles Club for a camping trip up into the Sierra soon. I wasn't going but if you think it's important..."

"By all means. You see... this is a funny town. They don't much trust me. I'm the first city manager they've had. But with you to get the information I might not have access to... we'll do a good job for Del Monte." He turned back to his desk and picked up a thick sheath of papers. The telephone rang shrilly. It hadn't stopped for days. Anabel was beginning to hate the thing with a passion.

The day was clear and a warm sun was shining by noon. Anabel walked up the steep street to the Hungarian's place. It was quiet even at lunch time and she needed some quiet to think. The last two days had been so turbulent she felt her brains had been short circuited and there was just a continual buzzing going on in her head.

Dawdling over her liver dumpling soup at a little table in the corner of the tiny restaurant, she tried to figure out what had happened. First Hal... and then Kit... what next? Was she turning into some kind of monster? How was she going to get Hal out of here... away from her and the children? How was she going to get this Bello thing killed without compromising her job. Noble had made it pretty clear that the office had to stay out of it. Listen and say nothing.

"You are much too pretty a girl to have to eat alone."

She looked up, startled, to find Nat Simmons smiling down at her in the intimate way he had. "I was rather enjoying it." The truth came out and it was a rude reply but the words were out without her even thinking. She had to stop doing that. Simmons was one of the men Noble wanted her to listen to... not antagonize.

"I'm sorry." Anabel blushed. "I didn't mean to sound rude."

"You can make amends." Nat sat down and leaned toward her, his eyes going over her as though he were assessing a property.

"Oh... ?"

"Having a few people out tonight... just a buffet, a few drinks... you come along and we'll forget you were rude..."

Anabel remembered Noble's words this morning even while she was framing a refusal. The last thing she wanted to do was go to a cocktail buffet at Nat Simmons house. She needed to be alone... to have an evening with the kids... to get her equilibrium back... to forget about all men, particularly Hal... and maybe even Kit. So far she was doing a lousy job of trying to remake her life. Besides, Nat Simmons was a leering kind who made her skin crawl. Still, her orders had been to get information for her boss. She smiled. "All right. What time?"

"I'll pick you up right after work." Nat Simmons grinned and reached out and squeezed the white hand lying on the table, cloth.

The two men in the corner of the bar were deep in conversation paying no attention to the game of darts being hotly played with whoops and shouts at the end of the narrow room. A pretty girl in a mini kilt came sashaying over to bring their refills. She got only cursory glances as she set the glasses down, pocketed the tip and made her way back to the bar.

"But, look, Arthur. Doris Kandlebinder is in the bag. She's going to vote for the property development. There's no question about it," Hal insisted. She was in the bag all right... but she was going to be a problem later. That hot widow thought she owned him already. Well, he'd just have to figure a way to handle her. When he got settled back with Anabel and the kids.

"But, she's only one vote. One vote isn't going to do it."

"You're forgetting Nat."

Arthur Bello took a long pull on his drink. There were times he wished to hell he'd never even started negotiations to sell the property. In short order he'd become the villain of the community and involved with people like Hal Crichton. He didn't much like him. Arthur had no particular prejudice against city slickers but this one was too damned much of a cheap hustler. Arthur doubted that Hal had ever done an honest days work in his life. Still... what the hell... he couldn't sit still and be bankrupted by the ridiculous taxes that went up every year. Arthur could see the handwriting on the wall. If it wasn't this development it would be another. The pressure was on and he held a lot of land. Land was becoming precious... not for what it would grow but for how many cheap subdivision houses it would hold. He wanted out. God damn it... he was tired, bone tired.

"What does Nat have to do with it?"

"I... ah... prevailed on the mayor... to appoint him to the vacancy on the planning commission."

"Well, I can see you hedge your bets."

"Damn right. With those two votes, I think we've just about got it wrapped up. They can pull other votes. With a seven member commission now, those two can pull two more and that's all we need. Cheer up, Arthur... you're going to be a rich man."

Arthur couldn't see much to be cheerful about. After this he'd have to leave whether he wanted to or not. Leave all of his life here, and his father's and grandfather's. Hell, it wasn't anything to be cheerful about. But a phony baloney money man like Hal Crichton couldn't be expected to understand anything like that.

"Going to make the Sierra trip?" Arthur looked up startled. Hal explained patiently that if you were going to influence people you had to go where the influential people went. The Sea and Mountain Singles Club was conservation minded and probably going to raise one of the biggest squawks against the development. Bello would have to join and prove to them that The Land Development and Improvement Company was in the thick of the conservation fight too. Hal didn't mention that Anabel belonged and he had to join her causes too if he was going to get her back... and by god... that was one other thing he was going to accomplish in Del Monte. He was going to get his wife back. For a rich guy, this Bello character was very dumb and naive. Well, what could you expect from an artichoke farmer?

"Oh, I don't know, Hal. I don't go to those things much. Got so lonesome after the wife died, I joined, but I don't have much in common with those people. Besides, I, don't think they'd exactly welcome me after this."

"That's where you're wrong, Arthur. You've got to take a more positive attitude. We have to persuade them, not avoid them. We'll need their influence."

"All right," Arthur said wearily. Christ! He'd be so glad when the whole damn thing was over. Maybe he'd go to Australia. Maybe there was some kind of decency left in a place that was still kind of pioneering.

Anabel's head was ringing when Nat Simmons picked her up after work. The phone had rung off the wall all day. That day had been just as hectic as the previous day. Kit had called three times and Hal twice. Anabel had simply refused to talk to them. The girl at the reception desk had told them she'd return their calls. It was a lie. Anabel didn't want to see either of them until she could sort her life out better than she had. Right now all she wanted was to go to bed and forget the whole damn mess for a little while. Even her mother seemed to conspire against her. She'd been delighted to take care of the kids when she heard that Anabel was going to a cocktail party at Nat Simmons' fabulous house in the forest. Status and money. Even her mother wasn't immune to their influence. Anabel felt a little sick to her stomach, and more alone than she'd ever been before.

It wasn't that she blamed Kit for her own transgressions but he had seemed so... well, so different. Brutal and aggressive and, well, selfish and hard. Yet... it was her own body that had betrayed her, she suspected. How could she blame Kit?

Nat glanced at the beautiful girl beside him. She was silent and very tired, he could see. Good. A few drinks was just what she needed... and what he wanted her to have. His eyes went back to the road reluctantly, but he could still see her in his head... luscious, provocative and ripe. Of all the women who'd come to Del Monte, this was the one he wanted the most.

"You look as though you could use a few drinks." Jesus. The thought of Anabel's red hair flaming on his white pillow came like a flash into his head.

"Yes... I guess I do," she smiled ruefully. "It's been pretty hectic in City Hall the last few days... thanks to you and your Bello development," Anabel laughed. Get him talking about it, she reminded herself, remembering why she'd come at all.

"Well, sorry about that, redbird, but it will work out best. We're going to win, you know. What this crazy ingrown town needs the most is new blood. Same damn people have run things too long."

"Nevertheless, you've certainly caused me a lot of work. I've never seen people so riled up."

"They'll get over it. Public memory is very short about this kind of thing. When it's done, they won't be able to remember Del Monte without the Bello development." Christ. Nat only wished the public memory was as short about people's private lives. If it were, he could have divorced that crazy woman a long time ago and married someone like this lovely creature beside him. Now that he had the house, the public image that he needed, a good standing in the community, he no longer needed that nutty alcoholic who'd been such a millstone around his neck. Besides, she'd gone through all the money a long time ago. The house had been all he could save. Now, though, he had the chance he needed. The Bello thing could be his escape route. This one deal would bring him enough money to put the poor bitch in the sanitarium where she belonged. He could get a divorce and no one would question his motives or malign his standing in the community.

"Well, I just wish they'd forget a little sooner. They're killing us down at City Hall," Anabel said.

Nat poured Anabel a drink and walked her out on the terrace. The Pacific lay before them, washing softly against the strip of beach that gleamed in the afternoon sun, low and orange against the deepening sky.

"Isn't that better?"

"Much."

Leaning against the balustrade, Nat eyed Anabel over the rim of his glass as she stood looking out to sea. The light caught her hair and turned it even more fiery, a blazing halo against her beautiful white face. The simple cream silk shirt dress clung to the ripe breasted slim body where the soft breeze flattened it like a second skin. Nat could almost feel those globes in his hands and see that burning patch of red fleece between those long white thighs. What a beautiful creature to grace this house. She belonged here.

"What a beautiful place. You must love it very much." Anabel said softly, still looking out toward the sea and the far curve of beach and hills beyond where a small bay formed.

"Yes... it is very nice..." Nat's eyes never left Anabel, taking in every curve and hollow.

"Have you thought what the Bello development will do to your view?" A little frown appeared between her eyebrows.

Nat turned, slipping an arm casually around her waist to look with her. "It will be miles away over there. How could it spoil my view?"

Anabel pulled back and stiffened a little. "Well, you'll only have houses around the bay over there, not hills as you do now."

"I'll have... compensations." His arm tightened around her.

Anabel looked confused and embarrassed and a little irritated. She pulled away and walked out of his grasp.

"Where are the others? Aren't they late?"

"They'll be along. I wanted you to myself for a little while."

"Will Mrs. Simmons be joining us?" she asked casually, sitting down on the wicker chaise and sliding her long legs up.

"No. She's out of town." Back in the hospital again being dried out! Nat had always used the "out of town" routine when the D.T.'s got her. And if the Bello thing didn't go through he'd have years more of the horror. Cleaning up her puke, holding her on the bed till the doctor could come, trying to keep someone in the house to look after her. By god, he'd paid the price a thousand times over for marrying money... the money she'd gone through.

"Oh... I'm sorry."

Two drinks later there was still no sign of other guests. Anabel began to get very suspicious. Nat Simmons was getting harder and harder to hold off. He kept circling her and closing in on her like a beast of prey. Anabel could feel the alcohol having an effect on her... and Nat's accidental brushing against her and touching her was getting bolder and bolder. She had to get out of here.

"I'd better go." She stood abruptly, putting her empty glass on a glass table.

"Not yet." He said it with a finality that sent a warning tremor through her. She looked into his crumpled, decadent face and the eyes gleamed through narrowed lids.

"I really must... my mother's looking after my children and I've been so busy this week, I've hardly seen them."

"And you've been so busy since you arrived in Del Monte I've hardly seen you. You've treated me like some cliche that should be avoided like the plague," Nat grinned, slipping a long tanned hand around her slender white throat.

Anabel could feel the pulse there jump under his touch and she began to panic, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. No matter what Noble Morton said, she had to get out of here! The only useful thing she'd found out yet was that the mayor had appointed Nat Simmons to the planning commission without even bothering to tell City Hall about it. There might be more to find out, but surely Noble couldn't expect her to stay under the circumstances. Her thoughts raced, hampered by the fuzzing of the alcohol. She remembered Hal. He'd never leave her alone if the Bello thing went through. She'd be right back in the nightmare she'd lived for nine years. Grimly she decided she'd better stay at least for a little while longer.

Nat pulled Anabel closer, his eyes boring into her wide green ones. When her mouth was inches from his he whispered silkily, "When are we going to fuck, baby?"

"I... oh... no..." Anabel's eyes widened in horror and embarrassment and she tried to pull away. "Never... no..." She felt the hand tighten ominously on her throat and the full sensuous mouth was on hers.

Nat gloried in the warm lips under his. At last. His hand tightened on her throat and his arm caught her brutally to him while his tongue forced between those ripe lips into the hot cave of her mouth. She was like a long legged, spirited colt that hadn't been broken.

Not again, Anabel thought wildly. It mustn't start again. Not another man still after what she'd been through the last few days! She could feel the threat in the hand at her throat and the hot urgent tongue in her mouth, exploring and probing, the hard lips crushed and bruised against her mouth. The strong arm around her was like a vise. Nat Simmons was much stronger than he looked with his thin, slow moving body, lazy and almost indolent. Oh God! What was she going to do now?

A rush of warm shivering anticipation shot through Nat from his groin to the back of his neck. Christ! She tasted like sweet grass on a hot summer day. Those breasts were like twin noses poking into his chest curiously, nuzzling him. His hand slid down the long throat, over the shuddering shoulder and down to the silken fullness of her breast. A great, sun ripened melon, needing to be bitten and savored. He clutched one round, warm buttock with his other hand and insinuated his leg between her long thighs, feeling the pubic bone against his rising, hardening cock.

Anabel was straining and mumbling brokenly and incoherently into Nat's demanding mouth. She had to get out of here! No longer caring what Noble wanted or even about trying to undermine Hal's plans on the Bello property. She only knew she must get away before her whore's body betrayed her again, for already she could feel the excitement rising in her like a distant signal! Moisture was already wetting her pantyhose and her breast was swelling under Nat's hard hand. A wanton whore! That's what she was! An abandoned harlot and she did not know how or when it had come about. She only knew she had to be purged, cleaned, and some kind of self respect regained.

"Nooooooo... Nooo... !" she screamed, tearing herself from Nat Simmons and running across the polished floor to the wide entry hall. It was as though a horror she'd never encountered before was pursuing her. The horror of her own sensuous and receptive body.

Nat felt her leave and saw her race across the floor away from him as though the devil himself were after her. Suddenly Anabel Chrichton was the key to everything... the key he had to have to unlock the years of misery he'd lived here in this mausoleum. There'd never be another key if this one slipped from his grasp. He'd be imprisoned with that drunken witch, doomed forever, chained like a slave. No! By god, No!

Anabel felt him catch her, his hard hands grasp her roughly and fling her back across the room. He was a monster! Her fall was broken by a huge Spanish table in the center of the enormous entrance hall and she fell against it heavily. Nat was on her before she could recover, pressing her back over the heavy table and she thought her spine would split and crack, bent back so brutally.

Nat pinned her arms and bent over her. Her breasts were heaving like round prowed boats in a storm and the button had come loose between them, revealing their creamy cleavage. He looked down at his beautiful prisoner, saw her eyes terrified and wide, her red hair flung out wildly. "Fuck, baby. I told you we were going to fuck!... You don't go until I'm through with you!... understand?... I've waited too long..." Nat panted. He leaned down and bit the nearest mound of her breast through the silk.

"Please... please... NOOOOOO O!" Anabel screamed, feeling the hot mouth wetting her dress and the teeth sink into her covered flesh. The nipple popped out obediently and erect the moment he touched her.

"No one else was ever coming, were they?" she wept helplessly.

"Of course not!" He raised his head and laughed harshly.

Her back was breaking and her head reeling from the alcohol and she felt more helpless than she ever had before! This maniac is going to take me like a common whore... the common whore I am! Oh God, what have I done to deserve this?

Nat said, "I can take you here... or you can be sensible and come upstairs."

Anabel just lay there, weeping helplessly. The nightmare was never ending. Finally she looked up at Nat Simmons' hard face, that no longer leered but looked at her triumphantly. He'd won and he knew it. The hard dark wood bit into her spine painfully and his grasp on her wrists was vise-like.

Tired? She was so tired she closed her eyes and simply let it happen.

The stairs he carried her up were long and winding and she could feel Nat's hard, trouser bound shaft hit her buttocks with every step. In her mind's eye she could see the long curving, tree lined drive in front of the imposing mansion. She tried to concentrate on how many miles they'd driven to get here. Somewhere she'd seen a telephone... but she knew it was futile... all of it was futile.

Nat set her carefully on the edge of the hugely canopied bed in the wide room that looked down on the sea. It was the master suite that no one had occupied now since the first year of his marriage. It was musty with disuse. He opened the french windows and the sea air blew through the sheer curtains into the huge room. Anabel sat, head down and defeated, where he had left her. The clothes were wrong. She looked like an unkempt shop girl. He walked deliberately to the huge closet and rummaged until he found a length of cobwebbed lace.

"Stand up," he commanded.

Dully Anabel looked up at him, unmoving. "Mr. Simmons... please... I don't belong here... please let me go... none of this makes any sense... I can do you no good..." the tears poured afresh from her pleading eyes as she whispered desperately.

"Hal Crichton was my husband," she cried.

"He's a common huckster, my dear... he could never have deserved you..." Nat reached out and pulled her to her feet. A strange desire had seized him. He had to see how she would look when she was mistress of this house. The Bello property could buy him this and he wanted a foretaste. Before, she had only been a broad, more beautiful than all the rest... but now she was something else. Much more than that. When he'd carried her up those broad, curving stairs it was as though he were bringing her to a bridal bed.

"But you're working with him on this... he's trying to get me to go back to him... there are the children... please let me go... please..." It had to be a nightmare. This wide room, the sound of the sea below, this strange, decadent looking man with his imperiousness. Something had changed in him too. He looked at her differently now.

"I work for myself... here..." Nat turned her to face the large pier glass mirror that stood near the bed. She stood disheveled, reflected in the huge oval mirror on its ornate stand. Nat stood behind her and let his hands slide down the buttons of her dress, slipping them free quickly. Deftly he pulled the dress from her and she stood shivering in the breeze in her beige bra and pale pantyhose.

She must be drunk, Anabel decided. Her head swam and she would have stumbled if Nat's hands had not held her. She watched in fascination as the long, aristocratic hands slid over her flesh. The flesh did not cringe... but warmed to his touch. The long fingers dropped her bra straps and unhooked the back catch and pulled the offending garment from her, spilling her breasts like white fruits, with ripe pink tips. Those fingers slid her pantyhose down her hips and thighs and the crisp, red pubic curls were like a wild stain against her white skin. She held her breath. It was like a play at a crucial moment and she could feel the tension building and her breath was caught somewhere painfully in her breast. When her legs were free of the hosiery, she stood naked before him, shivering and shaking and her eyes wide but almost unseeing, glazed with the drinks and unbelieving.

She stood in a trance and watched as his hands placed a long drift of lace on her head and it floated down her back to the floor. Anabel was framed in the thin, white cobwebs and the folds fell around her white body like a veil... a bridal veil. Nat's face was blank and carefully controlled as though he were seeing more than a beautiful naked girl with red hair in the mirror there. His hands caught her shoulders and he held her there, looking into the mirror in a strained silence that neither of them broke.

Finally she heard him whisper, "Yes... that's it..." Anabel was frozen... rooted to the thick carpet and seeing herself as a naked bride in the old fashioned mirror. It had to be a dream. Nothing else could explain. Was he mad... or was she?

Nat stood trembling as he held the girl. He looked strange to himself in the mirror... and she looked like a queen... not the common divorcee of a huckster... but a queen... not the hot redhead in City Hall that he wanted to lay... but a queen... She was unreal, as unreal as the naked vision he saw before him... a vision he knew revolved in men's heads from puberty on. Unbidden, his hands slid down to cup the warm, naked, thrusting breasts in his hands and the flesh felt hot and voluptuous, silken and erotic.

Suddenly Nat tore his own clothes off with shaking fingers. He threw them off in a fury while his eyes were glued to the vision before him that stood still as a statue, eyes glazed and unseeing.

The dream was broken for Anabel, feeling herself crushed into a naked male body, her mouth captured and lanced with a long, hard tongue and a great, enormous, beating sword mashed into her quivering belly, her naked breasts ground against a harsh, hair covered chest that heaved in muscular strength.

A moan tore up from deep in Nat's chest as he felt her naked loveliness against him and his hands bit deeply into the softly fragile flesh, the lace falling over them, finally dropping unheeded to the floor. His prick was screaming in agony, balls like boils, tender and swollen. He pushed her back roughly against the brocade covered bed and she sprawled back like a limp doll from the force of his arms.

Nat looked down to see one long, white, silken thigh still trailing to the floor, the other thrown out on the bed and a red triangle of hair was the apex, outlining her pink little pussy like a proper frame. Something shifted in his head and he groaned at the sight. That cunt was warmly open and seeping a faint liquid that gleamed on the naked flesh of her labia, swollen and pulsing. He threw himself on that opened-gated temple, his hands catching the smooth hips, his mouth clamped on the spot.

"No oooo... ooohhhhhh, noooooo o..." Anabel felt the hot searing breath and the hard full lips on her private parts. He was kissing her there! No... oh god, no... and then a knife sliced through her, hot and stabbing, straight up into her quivering body!

"Nooooo... OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaa-aaHHHHHHHHHHH... !" she screamed as she felt the dragon tongue plunge into her wet depths, sending the flamingly desiring, jagged bolts through her defenseless body to the core of her being! Oh god! He's french kissing me there! She shook with the sensation this strange man, who dressed her in lace and then kissed her opened cunt as he would her mouth, was bringing her weakened flesh. Helpless tears poured again from her eyes and she shook as the lightning flashed through her.

Nat tasted the all too real, hot woman juices of her flesh, the cunt flesh so open and inviting. He drew back to lick his tongue in darting flashes over the swollen cuntal lips, feeling his cock going mad, rising like a gigantic phoenix even higher, bulging and hard as Gibraltar!

"God... baby... mmmmm..." Nat crawled, from the floor where he'd knelt, onto the wide bed, pushing her thighs even further apart and positioning his head between them. The pulsing folds on folds of her pussy lay before his voracious eyes and hungry mouth. He'd never get enough of this tasty morsel!

The red target, slick with her juices, lay before him and he shot his stiffened tongue like a dart to the tender little, clitoris that stood up like a mini penis. His hard hands braced her thighs open in a split and he could see the whole, beautiful, pulsating, coral fleshed pussy open, the slit completely exposed even to the tiny crumpled, browned asshole like a dried flower.

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... AAAAGGGG-HHHHHHH... AAANNNNHHHHHH... AAAAAA-AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Anabel screamed as an alien tongue, an alien man seared her flesh in fresh flames and the sky opened to her screaming and the jolts of delicious, lascivious lust shot through her in agonizing bliss! Am I never to be freed of this terrible need, the awful, vulgar, animalistic lusting that leaves me limp and helpless?

Nat licked and tormented the tiny clitoris unmercifully, swirling his tongue around it in fevered circles... tasting the hot ambrosia of her slickened lubrications on his tongue and savoring the lovely rutting smell and pungent flavor. His lips clamped around the tiny organ and he sucked voraciously, feeling the great bruising rod of his penis stabbing into the brocade where it oozed droplets of seminal fluid.

"NOOOOOO... NNNOOOOOOOOOOO... NNNO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her screams filled the vast room and echoed in the high ceiling. Jolt after jolt of salaciously blissful rapture richocheted through Anabel's whimpering, moaning, screaming, aching body as she felt the insane sucking on her very essence! She thought she'd faint from sheer joy. Her head drained of thought and only that vicious tongue was her guide. Instinctively her hips arched up and her loins quivered, straining up to that pleasure giving, enchanting mouth.

Christ! This one was never going to get away from him. This was going to be his, from now on, right here in this bed! This lovely whoring cunt was his and no one else's! His teeth bit gently into the sensitive flesh and he held the little clit captured between his teeth. Nat nibbled it tenderly and he thought Anabel was going to rise and fall back frothing!

"Ohhhhhh, god!... GOD!... OHHHHHHHH... please... nnnnoooooooo... oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh... AAAHHHHHHHH!"

The high ceiling with its cupids in white plaster seemed to melt before her glazed eyes until she was almost sightless and the flame between her legs grew and grew in intensity until she knew she would be completely consumed! Inadvertently, her legs raised and wrapped around that sleek head, that worldly, sea lion head feeding at her opened trough. Oh God, I am depraved.., perverted and depraved to want that gluttonous mouth on my pussy... to want him to shove that whole head inside my aching body!

Nat felt the long, beautifully white ivory thighs close around his head and his hands came under the rounded orbs of Anabel's buttocks and he lifted the meaty, pink slippery flesh of her cunt to his lips and sucked hard on the juicy opening. The soft red curls of her pubic hair tickled his cheeks deliciously! God damn! There had never been any eating pussy like this!

Quickly, Nat caught his breath and then trailed his tongue down the seeping slit to the tight little asshole, faintly brown and crinkled so closely. He licked the orifice, circling it with fresh saliva, then stiffened his tongue and lunged into the tight little bud. The tiny nether twat resisted, so he shoved harder until he poked his tongue completely inside and he was fucking her ass with his tongue feverishly.

"AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHH... AAAHHHHHH-HHHHHGGGGGGGGG... AAAGGGHHH!" Her screams grew louder and wilder. The horrible sounds seemed not to come from her own mouth and yet they did, her breasts heaving as she threw the sound out of her open mouth. The incredible sensation of Nat's tongue in her asshole was driving her crazy! She had to be mad! He's fucking my asshole with his tongue! He had to be mad too, to want to do such a dirty, perverted, lurid thing!

Nat sucked and fucked and licked her asshole maddeningly and she was coming right off the bed any second. He'd never seen a broad so worked up before. Jesus! That Hal must have been nuts to give up this filly. She was going to be the best god damned fuck Nat Simmons had ever had in a long life of good fucking. Licking his lips, he returned to the flowing vulva and sliced the whole slit with his tongue, cleaving her groove with his tongue as though it were a particularly delectable piece... which it was!

Pushing up and almost kneeling, her long legs still wrapped around his head, Nat sank his tongue into the pulsing depths of her wet pussy and it went in with a wet sucking sound. His finger found her just tongued asshole and he wormed the digit in as he swirled his tongue inside the upturned cunt. Christ! This was what he'd always needed in this bedroom. A real bitch... snotty and cold as hell in the drawing room and hotter than a whore in bed.

Without warning, Nat turned and lay back on the brocade, carrying the round assed Anabel with him, his tongue still sunk in that gorgeous pussy until she lay over him, her ass cheeks spread and her cuntal lips open above his face. Moving his face away briefly, Hal caught his breath.

"Take my cock, baby... put your mouth around it and suck it while I suck your pussy... take it!"

Anabel lifted her head dumbly. Nat's great, upstanding penis, blood gorged and vein laced, greeted her eyes. It was a huge pulsing spike that gleamed a weeping eye at her, right below her face. She could see the mammoth thing springing out of his pale brown haired loins, jutting like a huge, barely contained engine. It pulsated and jerked faintly even under her stare. The wrinkled sac of testicles lay beyond, floated and swollen with semen. Oh, yes... yes... that was what she needed.

Eagerly opening her lips, she wrapped her slim, white fingers around the huge purpling head and shaft. Lowering her head, Anabel took the great pole in the warm shelter of her mouth and tasted the animal tang of his moisture that seeped like thin syrup from the tiny slit. Her tongue licked around the head, not wasting a drop of his seepage and she heard Nat choke and groan.

"Yesssssss... oh god, yessssss... that's it, baby... yessssss!" Anabel sucked gratefully on the enormous penile head, holding onto it tightly with her little hands. And she felt Nat's moans become muffled in the aching void of her cunt as his tongue plunged again into her opened depths. This must be what they called 69. He sucked her pussy while she laved his cock lovingly. It was beautiful! Hal had begged for this too and she'd always put him off and thought he was mad and sick and completely perverted. If only she had known the joyous, lascivious, beautiful rapture!

Nat scoured every inch of her cuntal mouth, savoring the nectar that flowed from deep within her body and feeling the muscular walls trying to rip out his tongue by the roots! He went to work with a vengeance, feeling the unbelievable bliss of Anabel's warm, ripe mouth blowing his cock with real feeling! God, yes! He'd been right about this one! She was the hottest thing he'd ever had! Hot as her wild red hair! Even though his face was buried in her pulsing, pink pussy so that he could see nothing, he could imagine the beautifully snooty white face sunk over his aching cock, the full ripe lips contorted around his rigid stalk. For, feeling it, he could almost see it in his head.

Her head dropped further over his almost bursting shaft and Nat felt Anabel's little tongue flick out and bore into the tiny opening of his glans, burrowing into him! A muffled groan tore from his chest and his hips lunged upward, driving the steel rod even further into her open, too filled mouth. His mouth sank even further into the innermost recesses of her wet, frantic cunt. Nat could hear the moistly oral sounds of their mutual sucking in still room. The lewd sounds resounded in the darkening, salty air that blew through the opened windows.

Anabel moaned with abandon as she sucked the large glistening cock that sawed between her lips as she felt Nat tear into the tender pink flesh of her insatiable pussy. Her hands stretched out over Nat's hairy thighs and then back to cup his balls gently. She cradled them and held them as though they were precious. Straining, Anabel almost swallowed whole the huge, rock hard pole that jerked in wild rapture under her tongue and mouth. The great penis pumped between her puffed cheeks as it threatened to bury itself up to the pale brown pubic hair in her gagging mouth!

Caressing his balls, Anabel withdrew her head, then leaned down to lap the hairy bloated sac, licking it and laving it with her tongue. Then, coating his cock with sweeps of her hungry mouth, Anabel caught the big stalk that beat in her hands and shucked it up and down hard until she heard Nat's cries blast into her own aching pussy, muffled and trapped there by her rapture reaching tissues. Her saliva dribbled freely down the upstanding prick as she began to suck it hard again and felt Nat plunge even deeper into the depths of her body with his maddened tongue!

Breathing hard, Nat pulled his head back enough to blow into the seeping, seething opened cunt over his face. His hands caught her rounded, white ass cheeks and he drew her even further over him so that the palpitating, pulsating cunt was sunk deeply over his mouth and nose and the wetly red cunt hair tickled his cheeks. He heard an agonized gasp as her mouth closed even tighter around his penis. Frenzied now, she began to chew him excitedly while her ass sashayed lewdly under his hands, her pussy screwing down even harder on his face! Wickedly he thrust even deeper into the fleshy folds of her vaginal opening, probing and stabbing and fucking her deeper and deeper with his tongue as she moaned and mouthed his cock so luridly and magnificently!

Anabel clenched Nat viciously with her soft, warm thighs and he could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his tongue, clenching him and clasping him as hard as the bands of muscles could. She was almost ready to cum! He could feel the muscles ridging in her back and she was pulling savagely on his cock with ever increasing pulls of her greedy mouth. Slashing hard, he tore into the soft, wet flesh anew, hardly able to breathe with her pussy so tight over his face.

Lapping back and forth wildly over her pulsing clitoris, Nat could feel her go insane, clamping her hands around the base of his cock that she couldn't quite get in her ripe mouth and forcing that mouth ever further over his prick until he could feel the head brush her tonsils! She was choking and gagging and moaning deep in her throat. Nat's breath was spewing in little grunts deep inside her, muffling into oblivion. He reamed her little button of desire, her tiny clit, while she churned and lurched and swayed, grinding herself lewdly down upon him in a frantic butt twisting rotation as she strained.

Nat pried her thighs even wider and spread her ass to the breaking point, his tongue scouring her whole pussy insanely. It was everywhere, asshole, clit, vulva, vagina, even licking her beautifully white ass cheeks. Plunging again, he dove into the soaking wet folds. He felt the rubber band tight muscles clench his tongue viciously!

The night air hit his cock as Anabel's head raised and she screamed and stiffened. "I'm... I... AAGGGG-HHHHH!... OHHHGGG... G G G O D DDDDDDDDDD!... I'm Cummmmmmiinnnnggggggg."

Her cries hung in the room and kept echoing in Nat's head as he felt her strong mouth enclose his cock again and begin to suck him so hard. Her whole ass gyrated and the soft explosions of her orgasm twisted his tongue where it was deeply sunk into the abyss of bliss.

Suddenly he could no longer hold it! The crazy rush of sperm along the narrowly constricted tube of his cock was a tumultuous explosive surprise. All of a sudden, the gates simply opened and his huge load was freed and roared in a blinding flood down through his prick with the speed and screaming joy of a freight train down a long downhill straightaway. The roar in his ears was deafening and there was no stopping now! He was crashing his great hot boiling load into her receptive mouth!

"MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH .. Nat gurgled against her exploding cunt but she understood, for she pulled and sucked, swallowing frantically to try to guzzle all his hot spurts as they came zooming out the tiny opening of his enormous cock that choked her. Thrusting deep, she tried to suck every molten drop as it came hurtling out into the back of her throat!

Anabel groaned, her head bobbing feverishly, as she tried to suck the shooting jets of hot lava and not spill it back down the great shaft. She could feel the torrents wash her as she lurched and ground her aching, expanding, slushing pussy down over the beautiful tongue and mouth that still sucked her as the skyrocketing bliss went on and on in her star strung dynamiting body! Oh god! To drink him as he swallowed her rapturous pooling... to drink each other's blissful essence like honey! It was the end of the whole world and she was disintegrating into tiny molecular ecstasies that would whirl forever and ever! Nothing mattered except this eternity they created between each other's legs in the age old position of ecstatic oral love!

The sea pounded against the white sand in the night air and a slow moon crept out from behind a cloud even as the sun died completely on the horizon, drowned in the bliss of the ending day, to gather hotly again and rise on the morrow.