Chapter 1
It was the fifth straight day that the thermal inversion hung motionless over the city, smothering the people in a choking sea of hot, dry polluted air.
One hundred eighty people had already died and hourly radio and television bulletins warned people with heart and respiratory problems to stay indoors.
The ten P.M. local news bulletin stirred Carol out of her restless sleep. Ever since the inversion hit, catnaps fifteen and twenty minutes at a time had now replaced her usually peaceful all night deep sleep. She lay naked on the bed, perspiration buds covering her entire body.
The 110 degree daily temperature readings had placed a drain overload on the city's power system so much so, warnings were being made that the entire electrical system could very possibly totally break down unless everyone kept their air conditioners and fans, lights and accessories OFF!
A cigarette in her left hand stretched out over the side of the bed, she stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling, watching the slim, narrow cloud of smoke hovering over head. Hearing the bulletin introduction to the weather report on her transistor radio resting on her night stand, next to the butt-filled ash tray, she pulled her other hand out from under her head and turned up the volume.
The voice on the radio, expressing little emotion, spoke in a calm monotone voice. For the last few hours, after running across the station while desperately hunting for some good music, Carol wondered what the face and man behind the voice really looked like.
"We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you the latest U.S. weather bureau advisory UP-DATE." Was he tall or short ... no he was tall with the biggest cunt stretching dick-she just knew it.
"The thermal inversion that has hovered over the city for the past five days is not expected to move out to sea for at least another two days. A cold high pressure area in the midwest is moving in, but is not expected for at least forty-eight hours. People with heart and respiratory conditions are being advised to remain indoors.
"Brownouts, power cut backs can be expected to continue until the heat wave moves out to sea. Today's high was one hundred ten degrees. Stay tuned for more UP-DATE information. We now return you to Bigsbee Banyon and golden oldies you're never too old to remember."
Dead air and then the small radio blared out with the latest golden oldie to make the top forty list. Just what she didn't feel like-noise to complicate her exciting quiet night in bed.
With one wild half-hearted swing, she caught the on-off switch with the back of her hand, knocking the radio onto the floor accomplishing her objective. The radio was off and the room was drenched in silence, except for the ticking from a small electric clock on the dresser by the bathroom door.
She lay motionless on her back, her legs propped up, spread open so the hot stale air from the small electric fan at the foot of her sweat soaked bed could dry off her black curly mound of kinky hair guarding the entrance to her sweltering slit.
What was she going to do for the next forty eight hours-the last forty eight hours of her vacation? A vacation totally destroyed by the fucking inversion.
No! She had made up her mind. For one full year she had saved and planned for this week and damit, with only Saturday and Sunday left, the two days were going to be crammed full of everything she could get her hands and mouth on, to make up for all she missed!
Her toes curled at the thought of the fun she had in mind. Chills ran down her back as she arched her body up into the air, reaching for the imaginary man she pictured hiding behind her eyelids. Her nipples on her creamy white breasts hardened as she felt the orgasm building up from down deep inside. Often she had felt it building up, but now it was stronger than ever. This time it was not going to get away. She would help it along.
Both her hands grabbed her firm, full breasts, squeezing, pulling and fondling, first gently-now with so much force they hurt with an excitement she had never experienced. Her body was quivering. She felt her nipples reach up toward the ceiling. Pulling her breasts up to her mouth, she licked her left nipple and then the right with a back and forth flicking motion that drove her on demanding more and more. Her cunt lips swelled. A flood of love juices began dripping down her thighs.
Never had her body responded this way before. She couldn't control herself. Her mind exploded with an ecstasy, smothering her long, firm body in a blanket of electricity.
She reached down, running her first finger through the wet, moist mound, deeper and deeper into the rich thick hair 'til she felt her own soft flesh-the rounded lips of her slit moist and ready for the rhythmic ramming thrusts of a blood-filled dick-any dick!
Her legs shaking, she discovered the key that was to unleash her explosion. A small mound of hot, throbbing flesh, buried deep between two swollen set of lips now drenching in a sea of lubrication that spewed from her cunt at the base of a small ridge where her legs joined together.
Her buttocks were raised high in the air. Her hands, grabbing, rubbing and stroking her mound of wet hair sent ripple after ripple of shock waves through her body. The jolts of electricity intensified. Stronger and stronger, longer and longer, until one continuous charge crisscrossed her flesh.
Deeper and deeper she thrust her finger into her cunt. The swollen dripping walls surrounded her fingers, squeezing it-releasing it, squeezing it-releasing it! In and out, in and out she slid her finger following the cavern of love-soaked raw skin that responded to her slightest touch, sending charge after charge throughout her taut, firm flesh.
Faster and faster. She couldn't stop. Charge after charge racked her limbs. My God, she thought, I can't take it any more. But she couldn't-wouldn't stop. With one nipple deep between her lips, she rammed two fingers, now three, deeper and deeper into her cunt. Four fingers, deep into her loins. Could she take her whole hand? She had to find out. Shivering, trembling shakes took hold of her entire body. One mammoth convulsive explosion, sent torrents of tears pouring down her cheeks.
Her heart pounded harder than she had ever known. Gasps of fresh air rushed into oxygen starved lungs racked from exhaustion. First, frustration ... and now fatigue.
If this was an orgasm-she wanted it. As many as she could get. But not from herself, but at the hands of a man who possessed her body totally. Never would she unleash this within herself again. Never!
She didn't remember falling asleep, nor how long she had been dead to the world, but the continuous pulsating ring of the telephone annoyed her, irritating her to consciousness.
"Hi, how'd you sleep?"
The voice wasn't familiar and she was about to hang up, when her eyes opened wide. The man behind the voice on the phone-how did he ... she panicked. A chill grabbed her, freezing her in fear-how did he know she had been sleeping?
What should she do? Hang up or play along? Seconds flashed by and the voice on the other end, realizing what must be going through her mind, began to laugh. "Hey, don't hang up, please. I'm no pervert, and I don't spend my evenings spooking broads on the phone. Really, I don't."
Something about the voice made Carol calm down and relax. It was deep and manly, with a slow gait that reflected a touch of emotion and tenderness. "Keep talking," she said, trying to bide time in order to wake her mind up. She was still half asleep.
How did he know what she was doing?-that bugged her-Wait! The window ... the drapes covering the open window at the foot of her bed. Shit! She sat up! They were tied back letting in what cool air there was. It couldn't be, she thought. The nearest apartment was three blocks away on the other side of the park, hidden behind those trees. But what if he had binoculars-or even worse, a camera. He'd have seen everything.
Whatever she did from this point on, she figured she'd better just act cool, even though her insides were shaking and she was scared.
She hadn't been listening to what the voice oii the phone had been saying but she didn't care. She'd decided what to do and that's all that mattered.
"OK, what's the big idea of picking my name out of the phone book and calling me up," she said in a half joking voice. "Haven't you got anything better to do with your time?"
He laughed, "You know, I didn't just happen to pick your number and you know it."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about better explain." She followed her theory through to the end just to make sure he wasn't reaching for straws.
"Come on," he laughed, "stop playing games. I don't want to waste the evening any more than you do." He paused for a second. "OK, if you insist. I live in those apartments you're looking at right now. Top apartment, left hand comer. Look closely ... you see me waving?"
She could just barely make out something moving in the window. Her mind returned suddenly to her orgasm earlier. Had he seen her exploring her body, turning herself into an exploding, raging female animal. Had he? She had to know.
"So now that you've got your jollies off-maybe even shot your wad a couple of times watching a nude broad sleeping, be a good little boy and go back in the bathroom and play with yourself."
"I've been watching you for quite a while ... even before you fell asleep," he said with a quickening in his voice. "And before you hang up, if you were thinking about it, don't ... I've got a proposition to make." Her heart skipped a beat.
That God-damned, fucking, mother-fucking, cock sucker, she thought, wants to blackmail me for pictures I'll bet. Who does he think he is-a walking lifesize dick Probably thinks every broad in town is after his joint. Bet it's only three inches long and buried deep inside umteen layers of fat. Blackmail me for a quick fuck, he's barking up the wrong tree, the wrong cunt. On second thought, she didn't say what she wanted too.
"I'm listening ... you're the one who called me ... so talk Make me a proposition," she said. What else could she do. If he had taken pictures she had to get them back Anyway it took.
"I've got pictures of you and I think you know I do. Right?"
"You're doing all the talking, so don't stop on my account."
"I'll swap them for spending the night with you. That's all-one night and the pictures are yours, negatives and all. Fair enough?"
She didn't say a word. Silence, she figured, and rightly so, was better than saying anything. Especially the wrong thing.
He started talking again, his breathing becoming stronger and deeper. He was getting excited and she could sense it and that made her excited.
"I found your apartment quite by accident. You Must believe me. I don't do this all the time. But when I found you just laying there, your legs propped up, knees spread wide apart, your cunt staring me square in the face, I just had to watch. Couldn't stop myself ... My dick, just watching you, started to bulge in my pants, straining to break free. Then when you touched your breasts, and licked your nipples and fingered yourself ... I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to have you. Had to grab your full tits ... bite your nipples and eat your box and lick you all over. I must have you, I must."
Just hearing him describe her orgasm made her cunt twitch. Her nipples hardened again ... her box began to fill and moisten her lips at the entrance to her. tunnel of love. What was she going to do. His voice was soft and she felt seduced even before seeing him, before feeling his joint, grabbing and suckling his small, firm testicles slung beneath his joy stick, surrounded and engulfed in a sea of hair.
She took a deep breath. And another and another. Then she spoke softly, seductively, in a low, soft voice she knew was swelling his joint to its very limits. What did she have to lose? If he started to cause any trouble-real trouble-a few yells would bring the cop living upstairs. Yah, she thought, now standing in front of the door length mirror, admiring her full rounded breasts, her long legs topped with her fluffy mound of matted cunt hair sticky from her cunt liqueur.
"Can you see my nipples harden?" She paused. "Look closely." He didn't say a word, but she could tell his eyes were straining through his camera. His heavy, quick breath was giving him away.
Just the mere thought that she was exciting him drove her on, driving him mad for her body. She walked to the window and pressed her breasts flat against the warm window pane. Slowly, in a slow rotating motion, she rubbed her breasts and pussy hair against the glass. It was different, a new experience In an evening that had already shown her the thrills of her very being ... a body she had never felt before-a body she had learned to begin to love.
"Grab your joint in your hand and wrap your fingers around its swollen mushroom head", she said, rolling the words off her wet lips. "Now slowly, oh, so slowly, slide your hand up and down its long shaft stem. Feel it and remember how it feels. Remember, because my soft wet lips and my hot tongue will bring you a million fold the pleasure you feel now tingling your rod, priming your come in its soft wrinkled sack. Hold back. Save your hot giz for me and me alone."
As she spoke, her body quivered and shook Her toes curled and she felt her cunt juices ooze down between her pussy hairs, again rolling along her thighs. With quick jab-like motions she thrust her hips into the window. He watched and rubbed his own prick toward her, four hundred yards away.
"How long will it take you to come over?" She breathed into the phone, still trapped in her own self-induced ecstasy.
"I'm there already", he said, and hung up.
She didn't know what to expect nor did she really care. A man was coming over to her; a man who wanted to turn her body wild with passion and raw sex and that's all that really mattered at this moment in her life.