Chapter 2
Far ahead, off the port wing, the lights of New York glowed in the darkness. She could identify the brightness atop the Empire State Building already. They'd be coming down in a few minutes. She lit another cigarette again the minute that the "No Smoking" sign came on.
Somewhere, in the glow of the city ahead, an empty apartment awaited her. She dreaded the actuality of its emptiness. Living alone-or sleeping alone-was not her idea of what life was all about.
Well, at least there wouldn't be any money worries, she thought. The one thing her ex-husband, Jim, had J. ways prided himself on was his sense of responsibility. He had made a very generous financial settlement with her, and agreed to help her out if she ever got in a tight spot. In his executive position he could easily afford it.
But how could a man just let three years of marriage run down the drain like so much dirty dishwater, she wondered. He had never really been a part of those three years, though, she recalled. They had grown farther and farther apart almost from the time of the honeymoon. His career demanded so much of his attention that he had given little to her.
So Lori had started to nag at him. On the few occasions that they went out, she had flirted openly with other men just to make Jim pay attention to her. But it had backfired, because some of the flirtations went a little farther than they were meant to. The resulting arguments had only driven Jim and Lori farther apart.
Suddenly there was an appointment with a lawyer for the two of them, then the long plane ride to Las Vegas. The brief period had sped by all too quickly, and now She was returning to the city she had always thought of as her city; Jim had promised it to her on a silver platter.
Depression settled over her like a fog bank closing in over the silver slip of the river. She was unaware that the great plane had set down, come to a stop, and had begun discharging its passengers.
The night wore a humid blanket Living for Lori was Eke drowning.
She wasn't quite certain when she first noticed Ken Bowman standing before her. But there he was, his sniffing, eagerly boyish face lit up into a grin of welcome.
Ken had been Jim's friend for a long time, even before Jim and Lori were married. But he, unlike many of Jim's other friends, had never made a pass at her, even though Lori had given him plenty of opportunities. She should have known that if anyone at all would be at the airport to greet her, it would be Ken.
She smiled at him. "Hello, Ken."
"Hello, Lori. You're looking well."
It was almost midnight when they walked through th(r) terminal and out onto the humid street and Ken flagged a cab. He told the driver to go by way of Central Park and Seventy-second Street and while the cab hummed between the lamplit green leaf walls she moved over to be kissed. He kissed her, but not much. They got out a Lori's apartment and went through the empty foyer that was not entitled to the name lobby because of its lack of square footage. Ken rang the elevator bell, a car came down, let out a surprised looking policeman (who had been on God alone could imagine what errand) and hoisted them to the sixteenth floor.
Lori kept the conversation light as they walked down the carpeted hallway. She took her key from the golden handbag and unlocked 1622, then stood aside as Ken struggled through the doorway with her luggage.
"Lori," Ken said at last. "I'm sorry. What else can I say?"
She touched his hand and said, "You're sweet, Ken. Thanks."
"Is there anything I can do, anyway I can help?"
'You're very thoughtful," she told him. 'You've already been a help by being at the airport to meet me so I wouldn't be alone."
"Heck, that's nothing."
"Can you stay a while? Have a drink or two?" "Sure, I guess so."
"I'd like that, Ken. If there's one thing I can use right now it's a drink and good company." When he didn't say anything for a time, she asked, "By the way, how's Jim?"
Ken looked at her, then down at his hands. He looked uneasy. "He's, ah, getting married," he said softly.
His words shot through her like a red-hot poker. Sudden jealousy blazed in her eyes. "Getting married? So soon? To whom?"
"A girl in the office-Lil Turner."
Lori had met Lil several times. Lil was a stenographer at first, then had been given the job of Jim's personal secretary. She was a pretty girl, winsome, willowy, with eyes of dancing blue, and honey-blonde hair cut short. Cute.
"What in heaven's name does Jim want with her?" Lori said, her voice revealing her anger.
Ken shrugged. "The usual thing, I guess," he said.
"He had all he wanted right here," she snapped.
"She's kind of pretty," Ken offered.
"I didn't think much of her. Maybe she's got something we don't know about. Well, if that's what he wants, he can have her."
Ken took off his coat and tossed it idly over the back of a chair. Then he went to the small bar in the far corner of the room and began fixing drinks. "Still on martinis?" he asked.
"And double."
While she got out of her traveling clothes, he finished mixing a pitcher of martinis and took two filled glasses to the couch and sat down. She returned shortly. She was wearing a robe over her underclothes.
"I hope you don't mind the informality, but I'm far more comfortable this way."
He looked her and smiled approvingly. "I'll drink to that outfit any day." He raised his glass and took a sip.
"Cheers." She raised her glass and drank half her drink. She took the glass away from her lips a moment, looked at it, then drained it. "That's what I needed."
Ken took her empty glass and filled it at the bar. When he sat down Lori noticed that he sat closer to her.
That was not like Ken, she thought. But maybe now that she was a free woman he felt more like doing some thing about all the flirting she had done with him in the past.
"I hope you have nothing important to do," she said "I'd like you to stay awhile with me. I don't think I could stand being alone tonight." She reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. Her eyes dropped away from his face and fell to studying his hand. The fingers were blunt, thick. There were heavy black hairs standing out in little tufts on the backs of the fingers.
A shiver ran through her and her nipples began to burn slightly, like embers laid on dry wood. Soon the sex pain would become unbearable. Cool, moist lip would soothe the burning ache, she thought. Firm hand would mold the mounds into scorching peaks of ecstasy.
"Oh, I can stay awhile," he said. "Tomorrow's Saturday, so I don't have to go to the office."
"Good," she smiled. "Why don't you get comfortable? I don't believe in being so formal."
Ken smiled and nodded. He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. He refueled with another martini He watched her move gracefully across the room, noting the trim lines of her waist where it swept outward at her hips. He saw the jutting set to her breasts, then ogled them hungrily as they bounced with her walk. He lingered in the torment of desire when she bent over in front of him to expose the deep mysterious valley between her breasts.
She met his stare with a slow, inviting smile, then moved away. She sat on the couch and put her drink on the coffee table.
"What now, Lori? Keep on teaching?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I suppose so."
"I suppose the best thing is to keep busy. I don't suppose it's an easy thing to go through, getting a divorce."
His words motivated her to take a quick gulp of her drink. "I think it's more, the blow to a person's pride than anything else. Suddenly, you realize you're not wanted-and that hurts."
He looked at her appraisingly. "You'll get over that after a while," he said. "You've got a lot going for you."
She smiled. "Thanks." She took another drink. Now the martinis were letting her know they were ganging up on her. She felt them burn into her stomach and take hold. She turned and looked at him languidly. "By the way, Ken, how come you never got married? You're a handsome man. You have a good job ..."
"Oh, I will some day. Guess I never met the right girl."
She looked at his handsome face and at the laugh lines at the sides of his mouth. She had to control an urge to snuggle over to him and kiss his lips. "Don't you even have a girlfriend?" she asked. ;
"I date once in a while. Nothing serious."
The subject matter and the martinis made her giggle. "You call taking different girls to bed nothing serious?" she asked.
Then he giggled.
Lori couldn't be sure how it happened, but the next thing she knew Ken was sitting next to her with his lips on hers. She felt his strong hands on the sides of her face, felt the warmth of his lips go through to ignite smoldering fires into leaping flames. Then she was aware that her arms had gone around his neck and she was squeezing him to her.
Later, there was a dim recollection of clothing being taken off, of a bra twirling crazily on her forefinger as she spun it several times, then slung it across the room. Shortly after, a pair of light blue panties went sailing through the air, followed by a pair of men's shorts. And there was giggling, lots of it.
"Oh, Ken ... Ken ... Ken," she murmured from the dark confines of her bedroom. "I never thought you and I would..."
"I didn't either," he said through a kiss.
His hands moved caressingly over her satin-smooth skin, toying with her breasts, tickling her nipples, digging gently into her navel.
The bed was an ocean of cool white sheets and they set sail on it. In their frantic sexual frenzy, they were buffeted about, rolling together, drifting apart, only to come crashing feverishly together again.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, "you're everything I thought you'd be. I've got to have you, sweetheart-my way."
"Do whatever you want with me, Ken, my sweet. I'm all yours."
He kissed her tenderly. "My way, darling," he whispered.
"Anything... oh, yes ..."
He took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it sharply.
She squealed with delight.
With a cruelty that seemed alien to his gentle nature, he went to the other breast and bit the nipple the same way. Then he crushed his mouth to hers and his tongue became a fiery rapier that burned its way between her lips, searing her. Wildly, her arms tightened around him, drawing him closer to her as she settled back on the bed.
"I want you, Lori," he whispered into her ear where he had just swabbed the interior with his tongue. "Ever since I first met you, I've thought about how it would be having you in bed with me. I'd often sit and watch you walk around the room and wonder how it would be putting my cock between your legs. A couple times I got a hard-on just looking at you."
"Oh, Ken, darling, you should have let me know."
"I was afraid."
"Oh, sweetheart..."
Moaning happily, she arched her body to meet his. She held him for several moments, then let one hand creep down his stomach and onto his inner thigh. Her fingers were like dancing butterflies as she touched the throbbing shaft that sprang from a forest of thick black hair. With a quick downward lunge of her body, she put the head of his cock in her mouth.
The organ bucked and reared in her mouth like a wild stallion, and she dug her teeth into its neck to tame it.
His hand dug in her hair and pulled her away, back up to him. He kissed her briefly, tasting himself, then said, "My way, baby. That can come later."
"Anything, darling... anything," she murmured.
Ken slid off the bed. He stared at Lori's hair-fringed, rosy chasm, now already awash with the moisture of her intense desire. He ogled the golden mounds with the rosy red nipples and felt his cock buck.
"Get on your hands .and knees," he said. As he stood and watched her squirm into position on the bed, he toyed with the shaft of his cock, gently stroking it. "Now on your elbows," he added when he saw her awaiting what he was going to do.
"Ooh, Ken ..."
Lori's ass was toward the foot of the bed and Ken stepped into the spot directly behind her. He looked at the twin grottos of Lori's cunt and asshole for a moment, admired the well-rounded cheeks, then dropped to his knees. He reached out and placed his hands on each cheek, his thumbs in the crevice. Then he spread the cheeks and went forward into them with his face.
"Oooh-Ken-nnn ..."
His nose was touching her asshole. He lowered his face slightly until he could feel the wetness of her pussy. He flicked his tongue into the hair, searching for the slit. Then he drove into it, his tongue a hot tube of flesh that shot in and out of her cunt rapidly. Then he withdrew, flattened his tongue and moved across the wet hole in a slow, painting motion.
"Ohhh-hhhh," she groaned. "Ohh, my ..."
He took his face away for a moment. "Do you like that?"
"Oh, yess."
He drew a breath, looked at the two heaving mounds with the puckered rosebud of brown between them. He spread the cheeks even more, levering them apart with his thumbs. Then, with a quick forward movement, he put his tongue against the pinched anus. He allowed the saliva to collect on his tongue for a moment, then began to lick slowly at the small opening. He wet the area around it, licking at the asscheeks hungrily and with a slow, deliberate motion that seemed to give him the utmost pleasure. With the tip of his tongue, he burrowed into the anal pleat.
She squirmed a little, grunted lightly with a sound that let him know she liked what he was doing. She was lying with her face on folded arms.
Ken alternated between her pussy and her ruffled membrane, wetting the entire slit in between. His breath was hot against the wet ravine, his cheeks and lips were glistening from the moisture that clung to them in a silver sheen. He probed the puckered hole with his tongue, sinking in as far as he could, then moving around inside the tight opening in a searching movement.
Finally, he moved away and drew in deep breaths. He wiped his face with the loose sheet. Then he took his cock in his hand and moved forward until the soft head was pressed against her asshole. He moved it back and forth lightly, smearing it in the saliva he had left there.
"No, Ken ... not in there," she said.
"It'll go in."
"It's going to hurt."
He took hold of the cheeks of her ass and pulled her back against his cock. She tensed as the pressure was applied but he held her firm. With one hand he collected some saliva from his mouth and smeared it on his cock. Then he pushed forward again, holding her ass in a strong grip.
"No, Ken ... please ..."
"It's good this way," he said.
"No!"
"Yes!"
He hunched his ass forward. His bulging cockhead held for a moment, then slipped past the tightened barrier. He stopped, waited for the corrugated membrane to expand around his cock, then moved forward again.
"Ooh ... Ken ... stop..."
He stopped, leaned forward and kissed her back. He ran his hands under her body and found her titties. He, fondled them. He cupped each one firmly, then moved his ass forward until his hard shaft was almost completely inside her. He reversed then, moving almost out of the hole, then back again.
Now there was less tightness. And now there was a slight response from Lori. She began to move forward and backward, very slightly and cautiously, to his movements.
He increased the tempo of his movements. He went into her almost to the hilt, then out, now gently fucking her in a slow, rhythmic motion that found them rocking in unison on the bed. Then he went into her completely.
Lori groaned, tensed.
"Does it hurt?"
"A-a little."
He started again, holding her titties in his hands and kissing her back and shoulders as he began to plunge in and out of the loosened hole.
"Your cock is so big in there," she said, but it was not a complaint. "It's not too bad now." She surprised him then when she stretched one arm under her and took hold of his balls, caressing them gently as he continued fucking her. She pulled on them, holding them against her wet pussy when he came all the way forward. When he stopped momentarily with the hair around his cock pressed tightly against her, he took the sack and pressed it against the lower portion of her moistened slit.
The moment was coming for him. He began to fuck more rapidly. His body was a charging, snorting machine, moving with a steady rhythm, slamming against the cheeks of her ass, slurping and shlupping as the pressure forced the wetness out of her ass.
"Oh, yes . . . yes, Ken . . . yes!" she uttered contentedly.
"You like it in the ass?" he grunted. "Yes... oh, yes."
"You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?" "Yes, yes."
"My big, hard cock right in your asshole." "And your balls in my cunt." "Come on, baby... fuck. Fuck my nice hard cock." She did.
It was a new experience for Lori. The pain had subsided readily enough and now she found a new thrill in having his hard rod driving in and out of her asshole.
Now, in the final stages before his explosion, Ken moved his hand down to her pussy and manipulated the clitoris. She gritted her teeth and rocked with his movements, impaling herself on the hot shaft in her ass, moving away, ramming backward against him once again, hissing with the sheer pleasure of their combined efforts.
He moaned, his hand moved faster on her clitoris. "Baby... baby... I'm..."
"Oph, yes ... fuck me ... fuck me, baby ... lover-baby ... fuck me!"
Ken did his erotic dance against her balloon-like ass, plunging his stiff prick into her, then clutching her shoulder to hold her steady as the first explosion stiffened his body and brought a momentary halt to his action.
Lori never realized the sensation of getting fucked in the ass could be so great. She had learned to like it almost at once, but now, when the first burst of his hot milk spewed into her, she knew she had been to heaven. The torrid fluid flooded her anal canal, searing the tender membranes. And now, with her own orgasm spasming her body at the same time, she wanted to scream, to yell out, tell everyone in the world what pleasure she was enjoying.
Above her, Ken quivered as the dynamo jerked his body, then released him, like a man caught on high tension wires. Finally, he fell limp onto her back and panted his hot breath against the back of her neck.
''Ohhhhhhhh . . . Ohhhhhh . . ." he moaned in agonized relief.
She felt the hot liquid ooze out of her relieved asshole and course down the crevice toward her cunt. She heard the slight squishing sound as he pulled his spent cock from her.
He rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. Then they both slept. Soundly.