Chapter 12
Lisa took the steam bath, showered, and went to the cocktail lounge. She had a restless feeling. She was dressed in her boots, velvet green hot pants and a sheer blouse that showed her half bra underneath.
"I get maudlin when I get drunk," a man's voice said. "Do you?"
Lisa turned and looked at the man. "I'm still sober."
The room was fairly dark, but she saw that he was wearing an expensive knitted sports shirt and well-tailored trousers. He was wearing a gold watch.
Her face was quiet as she watched him. He was gazing at her breasts. She knew that if she were standing he would be looking at her ass.
"Why are most women so empty-headed?" the man persisted.
"Are they?" Lisa retorted.
"My wife ran off with some lying bastard and they came here," he said. "I got up here today and I found that they checked out this morning."
"You blame her or him?" she asked.
"You sound like you resent me talking to you," he said.
"Free country," she smiled.
"I'm acting foolish," he said. "I apologize. I sound like a whimpering ass."
"You said it, I didn't," Lisa replied.
"I guess you don't want to hear the details," he stated.
"What was so damn important about her that you came up here running after her?" Lisa asked.
Personally, she didn't give a damn. But now, with the maniac back, with two more women added to his ghastly list, with the pressure full on her, she was professionally interested in the sexual quirks of any man she met. She studied him covertly, trying to assess his potentialities for apparently irrational murder with a whip. As he fingered his drink, she decided that his wrists looked strong enough to wield one.
But had he? That, of course, was the question, and Lisa intended to get the answer if she had to fuck or be fucked by every male in Old Mineral Springs. What, she wondered, if she did, and was, and then the killer turned out to be some kind of a crazed dyke?
Good question ... but she had to go along for now with the premise that her elusive and dangerous quarry was a man. She put the scene back in focus, realized that her bar companion had offered to buy her a drink.
Lisa nodded. "Why not?"
"What will it be?" he questioned.
"Gin and tonic," she replied.
"I drink too much," he admitted as he turned to the bartender. Gin and tonic for the lady."
The bartender served her and put the tab before the man.
"My name is George Blair," he told her.
"I'm Lisa," she said, picking up the drink and sipping it.
"You have a last name?" he asked.
"Later," she answered.
"Did I strike a nerve?" he queried.
"No, I look out for Lisa and let the other women take care of themselves," she retorted.
They had some more drinks and then went to a table. George told his story anyway. His wife, Angie, sounded like a little whore. He was a manufacturer who made hinges. She had this lover on the side and had been syphoning out money for months. When she had a proper stake, she took off with lover boy.
"Do you enjoy sex?" Lisa asked.
George looked at her. "What do you think I am? Of course I do."
"So many men mistake sex for emotion," she told him. "That's why you didn't sense what your wife was doing to you."
"I guess so," he answered.
"Let's go to your place," Lisa said. "You keep looking at my boobs like you want to eat them up."
They made their way to his room. Lisa noticed that it was not far from hers, but she didn't care.
He had more booze in his room and he made more drinks. He undressed her first. She sat on the couch naked. Her breasts curved up, and he kissed the nipples and then the back of her neck, then her back. She lay down and he got up and undressed. He let his hands wander over her breasts and down to her stomach, resting them finally in her hairy mound, feeling it gently.
"Look at that hard-on you have," Lisa laughed, gripping it.
He kissed her and she pressed closer to him. Her kisses were passionate.
"Oh, Lisa, I want you," he breathed as he broke the kiss.
His finger probed into her and he felt the sweet stickiness between her vulva lips. Then his finger met the firm pressure of her clitoris and she quivered and squirmed.
"I want you, too," she breathed. Her hand was playing with his hard penis. He felt fire in his loins.
"You didn't come here alone, did you?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "I came here with some guy, but he wandered off."
"He's got to be crazy," George said, as he got over her and prepared to mount her.
"Put it in for me," he asked.
She reached out and grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs and into her cunt. He gasped at the warmth and tenderness and incredible delight of her tight pussy. He began to screw her slowly.
"Oh, that's good." Lisa said.
In no time, they were both excited.
Lisa smiled wickedly. "Is my cunt better than hers?"
George stiffened. "Whose?"
"Your wife," shot back Lisa.
"I don't want to talk about her," he said.
He was fucking her faster.
"Did you eat her cunt?" Lisa persisted.
"What do you want, you little bitch?" he asked angrily, fucking her even faster, feeling her body tremble.
"Your big cock," she replied.
He smiled. "You like it, huh?"
"Love-that's the word. I love it," she answered.
"Can you have a baby if I come in you?" he queried.
"No, I take the pill," she told him. She was really feeling all the big dick now. She was really excited. George was well hung and he was really giving it to her. She had always needed a lot of sex all her life.
He came in three separate spurts. It felt exciting and she had a big climax. She confessed to him that she liked it. She showered and came back to his bed naked. She spread her legs lewdly as she lay down.
"Eat my bush," she said.
George looked at her oddly. "You want me to?" he asked.
"Very much," Lisa purred.
He went down on her. She felt his tongue penetrate her. He was very good at eating cunt. He worked her clitoris and sucked her cunt lips. She had great feeling in her slick wet cavern as his tongue moved in and out. It sent dramatic thrills through her. She felt her passion rising.
She was panting and arching up and then she squealed, "I'm coming!" and she climaxed.
They sat on the bed and talked.
"I have hot pants all the time," she said, fondling his cock. "I want you hard again so you can fuck me. Be a good guy and get it up again."
The cock got hard and he started guiding her head to it. "Suck it," George said. She held back for a moment and then her resistance melted. All she saw was that big cock. She decided that she would suck it a while and then get fucked. She took the cock in her mouth and began sucking furiously.
It was an exciting cock and she mouthed if, taking every inch of it. George thrashed on the bed. Then he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He laughed to himself. He was fucking her cunt-mouth, he told himself. He could smell her sweat as she blew him.
She eased her head off his cock. Her loins were tingling with anticipation. Damn that Hal, she would show him, she would show him, she would get really fucked.
She felt George's mouth slide down over her breasts, caressing each nipple gently with his tongue, then past her navel. Then he was back at the mound and was sucking her pussy. She let herself get aroused and then she pushed his head away.
"I want to screw now," she said.
She looked at his long, thick cock. Then she lay back and he lowered his body onto hers, pushing the broad head of his cock into her vulva, penetrating her. As each inch slowly slid in, she gave a little scream.
"Oh, God. It's so big, it's so wonderful," she said.
He slid it all the way in, feeling his balls swing against her ass as he pumped, pushing deeper and deeper. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his trim waist and holding on while he achieved maximum penetration deep inside her. Their bodies thrashed together and Lisa felt herself climaxing. She dug her nails in his back, screaming.
"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me like you love me," she swore.
At that moment, George felt the slow surge within him growing and pushing through his cock. Then he shot loads of come into her.
"Ummmmmm, baby, I can feel all that cock in me," Lisa sobbed, "It's so wet."
"Wow, that was something," George said.
He seemed relaxed after the screw and he told Lisa how tight her pussy was.
She played with his balls and smiled. "You really have a nice big cock. I can't understand why your wife ran away from it."
She was surprised when it got hard and she went right down on it. She put the cock in her mouth. She took it all this time. She thought, I'm going to suck him until he comes down my throat.
He grabbed her hair and played with if as her head bobbed up and down while she took his rod in and out of her mouth. Occasionally, her teeth nibbled on the end, taking the glans and rubbing it back and forth while the tip of her tongue massaged the end. He was hot and hard as a stiff poker in her mouth, throbbing and pulsating with excitement.
Her hand went to his buttocks and her finger found his asshole and probed it. He began to move his hips, pushing his prick as far down her throat as he could. She made little animal noises. From the look on her face, he saw that she was loving it. She concentrated on him, her lovely breasts hanging below her body, swaying gently with her movements, the nipples brushing the sheets and giving her extra thrills. His hands closed around them. He felt the smoothness of the pointed nipples on the end of each one.
"Jeez, this is great," she heard him say.
He felt as if he were blowing his mind. She was sucking even harder. She had the sensuality that he needed now. He missed his wife and he needed a wanton like Lisa to thrill him, to make love to him, to excite him. He felt about to orgasm. He didn't want to shoot just yet and he tried to fight it, but she was sucking it up and couldn't stop it. Then he spurted and she swallowed it like it was vanilla ice cream.
She got up and got dressed and he made her a drink.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"So are you," she laughed. "Ill bet that you never expected to get laid today," she grinned.
"To be honest, no," he admitted.
"What's next, you still going to pursue your wife?" she asked.
"No, I think I'll head home," he said. "Maybe you're right, what's the point?"
He kissed her and left.
She was taking a shower when Hal came in. He turned on the TV and she could hear the sound. She came out in a towel and Hal looked at her.
"I was here earlier. Where did you go?" he asked.
"I went out for a walk," she lied. "Yvonne wasn't here." She came over to him and sat on his lap. The towel dropped and he fondled her breasts.
"They are nice," he said.
"Do they turn you on?" laughed Lisa.
"Yes," he replied. "Get up."
She got up and he took his pants off and then the red shorts under them His shirt followed and then his socks and shoes. "I'm a little tired," Lisa said. Hal looked at her coldly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He kissed her cheeks and her eyes, and then let his lips slide over her ears and down her neck, nibbling slowly. This excited her and she started to squirm. He put his finger in her cunt and it was oozing wet.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed.
"You were going to tell me that you didn't want to fuck, weren't you?" Hal asked coldly.
"No," she lied, riding his probing finger.
She kissed him wildly, shoving her tongue in his mouth. She lay back, lowering her head to his chest and starting to kiss his chest and then his stomach. She stopped for a moment and looked at the base of his upright cock. She laughed to herself, Here's another dick. It looked different from George's. She was becoming an authority on the shape and sizes of men's cocks.
She moved so that she was in a position over it, and then her mouth closed over the head. His cock jerked as he felt the warmth of her lips. Hal closed his eyes and lay back.
Her fingers enclosed his balls and her nails caressed the fold of skin, pulling through the pubic hairs gently. Her finger traced a pattern toward his asshole, then probed the anal hole and went in. She started massaging it.
"Oh, don't," Hal sobbed. "You're going to make me come faster." He trembled. "I'm going to eat your pussy," he said. He moved so that he was in a new position.
He went down on her as she sucked him in return. She quivered as he spread her labia apart and his lips went forward, pushing into and starting to suck it. Her sex cavern was a delight to him. He could taste the pussy flavor of it. He found her clitoris and liked licking the sides of it. When he did, he felt her mouth tighten around his cock, and his shaft went deeper into her throat.
They lay together, locked in the sixty-nine position, his arms around her, touching her ass and feeling all over it, down the crack to her hole, pushing his fingers in while he ate her pussy. His cock pulsated between her lips. He decided against it and took his cock out of her mouth.
She looked at him.
"You know what I want next, don't you?" he asked.
"I think so," she replied.
"I want to fuck you in your cunt," he said "Say that"
"I want to fuck me in my cunt," she parroted.
She lay back and he slammed his cock between her thighs. The head touched her soft slippery opening. His prick slid in.
"Aeeeeeeeee," she sighed.
Then their bodies were pounding together The bed rocked crazily beneath them His cock was buried deep inside her. Lisa threw her head back.
"Come in me, Hal," she urged. "I want all of your come."
Hal could feel his semen starting on its way up. It came from deep inside his balls and then up the hard shaft She came first, and then he shot his load and her cunt contracted around his cock.
"You came, didn't you?" she asked. "Yes," he replied.
"I feel it," she giggled. "Some of it is going to run out and down my leg when you take your dick out," she predicted.
She lay back. She felt a bit tired. This was her second man in a short time and she had come quite a lot. "Am I more than a cunt?" she asked Hal "Of course," he replied.
"Sometimes a woman feels like she's just a receptacle," she told him. "I meet so many phonies," she said. "Men always want to get into a woman's pants."
Hal laughed. "That's what that gash is for, baby, to be pushed and plugged by a man's cock."
"You like women, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, "especially ones like you who know how to suck."
Hal liked fucking Lisa, because she knew how to wiggle her ass. She was all sex and desire and lust. She wanted all the pleasure that she could squeeze out of the act and the man. She loved the sexy feeling.
He felt her smooth buttocks. "You have a beautiful ass," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied coolly.
"You act like you still have illusions about life," he said. "There is no place today for naive and unsophisticated people. You have to learn to cope with life in the city."
She studied him. "Don't you believe in people?"
"Sometimes," he admitted.
"Look, she smiled," I didn't fall off any Christmas tree. I know, young men or old men, they all want my mouth and my pussy."
"Too true," Hal laughed.
"Ill bet there are more amateur screwers around than pros," smiled Lisa.
"That's an interesting thought," said Hal "Will you take some friendly advice?"
"Yes," replied Lisa.
"Relax," he said. "Get dressed. Yvonne should be here any minute."
He was right. Yvonne showed up ten minutes later. She acted very normal and not surprised at seeing Lisa with Hal Lisa left and then Yvonne went to the door and bolted it.
Hal looked surprised. Yvonne came over to him. Hal looked at her blankly.
She unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. She played with it and there was no response and then she got down on her knees and kissed it. It was limp.
Yvonne got up and slapped his face.
"You bastard-you fucked her!" she cried.
"What do you expect me to do-play bean bag with her?" an astonished Hal retorted.
"You son of a bitch-you don't even know what's going on!" Coming on top of the horror of what had happened to Sugar, this finding was too much. It did not occur to her, ignorant as she was of the fact that Lisa was a detective, that Hal might have been a suspect for the deed-or that, in the course of fucking him, Lisa had cleared him.
As she slammed the door behind her, she was far too upset to draw any such logical conclusions. ...