Chapter 17
From the shore, the plush fifty-seven foot cabin cruiser sat motionless in the sparkling water, bobbing like a cork in a rippled pond as the waves from a passing sloop, now off in the distance, slurped rhythmically against the massive fiberglass hull. On the fly-bridge, Philip stood be-side Sister Bernadette, now only clad in the bottom half of a dark blue bikini, her breasts full against his tanned flesh. For twenty minutes, they peered off into the distance waiting for that single moment when the sun first vanishes behind the other side of the world. The night air, hot up until 8:00 PM, took on a slight chill that Bernadette felt as the brisk wind brushed across her nipples, chilling them like ice cubes, transforming them into tight wrinkled little buds.
Phillip felt the sting of the cold air but stood fact, facing into the wind, letting his long hair feel the massaging fingers of the breeze. He was happy. Happier than he had been in years and he felt like telling the world about it. just as the last rays bent over the horizon, Phillip turned to Bernadette, taking her in his two powerful hands and looked deep into her eyes. There was not enough light to see her beautiful nose, her high cheek bones or the fullness of her round lips. Except for the outline of her face and the twinkle of sunlight from ninety-three million miles away, he could see nothing, but still he saw everything: In perfect detail. Looking up at him, she just barely caught a child-like smile curling the comers of his lips. A man who had trained himself with much discipline to control his feelings, cover up his emotions, Phillip was showing in his own small way that he was a human being, at least for the moment.
He didn't say a word, just stood, his long arms engulfing her small frame in his powerful grip, holding on for dear life. Like a child afraid he was going to lose something more precious that life itself. This night was a very special night. It was the last night of his two week cruise to nowhere with Sister Bernadette. For fourteen days, he had disappeared into the Atlantic Ocean; fishing, swimming in the nude in shark infested waters, sharing the wildest time of his life with, of all people, a nun. The woman he loved. A fully ordained woman of the church. Taking her into his arms, he shook his head laughing out loud to himself. It had to be a dream he thought-it had to be. He had done some pretty wild things in his life, but defrocking a nun, no it wasn't possible. Any minute now he knew he'd wake up and find out it had been a dream. Anything but the truth.
If only the Pope could see her now. He'd have a colitis attack right there on the spot ... not to mention a good old fashioned, traditional heart attack. Phillip could just picture the Pope standing in front of them both shocked at the new habit Sister Bernadette had replaced for the rather modest, longer version. He finally broke the silence with a long hearty laugh.
Sister B looked up in surprise and wanted to know what was so funny and why she was being kept out of the joke. Discrimination was not allowed on her boat, she smirked. The night had engulfed the sound between the north shore of Long Island and the southern shore of Connecticut. The stars began to turn themselves on and the lights from the houses and cars on shore looked like the handwork of thousands and thousands of fire flies scurrying through the night.
"Well," she demanded in a more serious tone, clearing her. voice for effect, waiting for his answer. Seconds passed and still no answer. The boat was pitch dark, there was no moon this night. The night was cold and distant. The only warmth she felt was the heat she absorbed from his hairy chest. Her ears, not distracted by her other senses, became free to explore the world around her, skipped from the seductive splashing of the waves to the drum like beating of Phillip's heart.
If there was a machine to stop all the clocks of the world, he would have paid any price, given up all his possessions to freeze these last moments in a time capsule of memory. Tomorrow meant going back to his wife, his practice, everything he hated, but had to live with. How strange he thought, to find what he really wanted in the one woman he knew he could never have. How strange. How strange that out of all the psychiatrists in New York, she had picked him. Maybe there was a God, a purpose, a meaning, a validity of existence to this fucked up world. Maybe, but down deep inside, as much as he wanted one, his rational mind denied it emphatically. All he knew was that for the many months he had known her, loved her, cared for her as he had cared for no other living person, life had been worth living.
But now was not the time to think, now was the time to love, tenderly, with every drop of love he had locked up within his swollen club of manliness trapped inside his swimmers trunks. He had to have her, possess her, eat her, lick her slit and munch into her mound of pussy hair. For what else was worth anything more.
A flash of light streaked across her body like a meteor bursting across the heavens. His right hand slid down her long narrow spine, slipped around her tiny waist, followed the rim of her bikini briefs and tickling her warm flesh. Wedging his fingers down between the wet clinging cloth, he stopped in her wet, sticky matted pussy hair. Instinctively, she did the same to him, repeating each move, stopping deep into his trunks as her long fingernails first touched and then surrounded his long dick. In the cold night air, it was hot and throbbed with every beat of his heart. Together in the dark, without saying a word, they fondled each other, arm in arm-she handling the explosive primers that were slowly building for massive explosions deep within her flesh, deep between her long slender legs, hidden behind the best camouflage in the world.
She cupped his tight wrinkled testicles in the palm of her hand, squeezing slightly, testing to see how much pressure had built up to drive his come up the stem of his long swollen shaft, up through the mushroom head through that tight slit, squirting it deep into her long dark, slippery box. They were tight and drawing in close to his loins. Soon ... soon his hot come would be oozing down her legs, sticking to her hairs trying like a salmon to return up stream.
She couldn't wait. He was fingering her with his long middle finger and felt her honey trickling down his fingers. She squatted slightly and spread her thighs so he could get more than one finger in. Yes! Yes! Two ... Three ... Four ... She tore his trunks in the dark. At first she missed them, but feeling her way, she found the string, untied it and yanked the suit to his knees as she dropped to her knees. She took his swelling penis in her two hands, stroked it, squeezed it, tickled it from the hairy stem up the long trunk to the mushroom head. Guiding it up to her lips, she extended her long wet tongue and captured a drop of come resting between the tiny lips of his slit at the very top of his joint. Never had she seen or felt such a piece of meat.
Tonight was going to be one night he'd never forget. That she was sure of. Everything was going along to schedule. The trip on his yacht for the two weeks had been her stroke of genius. What better way to sell him her story hook, line and sinker. To convince him of her true split personality. To get him-"Dr. Icicles"-to warm up and fall in love. It could have only been done away from his office, the city and his wife. Two weeks alone and naked. That was more than even some married people get in a lifetime. But she knew she had more to work with because she had her head together and a body that would keep it there.
"Bend over and grab your ankles."
Dimetrious Galopolus had saved Cindy's ass more than once back when she was still nothing more than a neophite street walker. They had gotten to be good friends over the years, and whenever she could help him out she did. It had become a standing joke every time they met for De to welcome her with open arms, then spin her around and order her to assume the position-his favorite.
Once a month, she went to his massage parlor on East 42nd Street off Eighth, got a message and balled ... on the house. She couldn't repay him enough with money for the times he gave her food and a warm place to stay, nor would he take it. Only once, in the beginning, she offered cash and his only reply was "the only people you can't but in this fuckin' world are friends and whether you like it or not, I consider myself your friend."
"Grab my ankles! You're lucky I don't grab the door and run," she said coming back at him with both barrels. She threw her arms around his broad shoulders and squeezed him hard. "Come on. Let's get out of the lobby before one of your customers takes me for one of your fast hand job artists."
De owned his own place and specialized in the very wealthy clientele. The neighborhood didn't reflect it, but just about every hour of the day chauffeur driven limousines dropped off and picked up some of the wealthiest people in the city. In the five years, since he had taken over the place, not one mugging or robbery had taken place within his establishment. You could leave a $100 dollar bill on the table, go away and when you came back it would be exactly where you left it.
"East of Eden" brought customers from all walks of life. Some rumors had it that some of the very biggest people in Washington made a point of arranging a special rub-down at their hotel. But of all his customers, Cindy was his favorite. Strict rules of the house, only he-was allowed to take care of her.
They walked along the side of the motionless pool that had been built to duplicate what the garden of Eden must have looked like back when clothes were `out'! It was still early in the day and only two burly old gentlemen sat along the edge in their birthday suits attended by two young beauties clad only in fig leafs tucked loosely between their legs.
At the end of the pool, they turned left passing under a branch of a small tree with a big green snake coiled around the trunk. Written in big letters on a plaque hanging from the jutting branch was a sign every customer had to read before going in for their `rub down'. "IT WASN'T THE APPLE IN THE TREE THAT GOT ADAM ONTO TROUBLE, IT WAS THE TOMATO ON THE GROUND!"
De closed the curtain behind them as they entered his own private room, making her feel like she was back reliving genesis. If she didn't know better, Cindy almost half expected to see Adam and Eve sneaking behind the bushes munching on an apple.
Cindy immediately started to undress. De did the same and got a hard-on watching her unbutton then slip her blouse off and drop her levis to the floor revealing her slender, well turned legs, her rounded hips, her full mound of short well trimmed pussy hair and her firm full breasts. She saw that look in his eyes, that look she saw every time they got together, that look he was never able to put into words. There was an unspoken relationship. He knew what she was, but never once did he ask about or discuss her business. She too, knew what he was-a homosexual-but like him, she accepted and saw only the person and ignored the label. Labels can be turned in and exchanged, people can't.
He walked toward her, his long thin olive brown prick reaching straight for her cunt. She stood motionless looking up into his eyes, feeling his two strong hands pull her slowly against his muscular frame. Their lips met and parted slightly allowing their tongues to explore the others moist cavity. Cindy pressed her breast softly against his hairy chest, rubbing them from side to side. Her nipples responded and sent flashes of pleasure down into her hot box. Spreading her legs apart ever so slightly and standing on her tip toes, she invited his prick to slide freely in along her long narrow slit. Firmly in place, resting deep within her swollen lips, she closed her legs and slid forward and back riding his cock.
She felt the top of his cock rubbing her against her clit. Her box became bright pink, flushed with blood, lubricated with its own pussy honey. She was pointing her cunt for the mushroomed head dick playing at the front door, waiting to enter. Her body trembled and she knew she was coming. Racing to bring on her own climax, she rode him faster and faster, pushing down on his long hard shaft, rubbing its full length deep along her clit.
"Goddddddddddddl I'm commmmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!"
She screamed into his ear. "Squeeze me. Yeeeesssss!" He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them in his two powerful hands. Pulling her even closer against his bronze body, he started nibbling on her ears. The tingling shivers of ecstasy sent her head shooting up and back. Her eyes shut, her long hair flowed from side to side as she wrestled in vain to escape his teeth devouring neck.
Her red hot tongue pushed her soft round dry lips apart and then spread a thick layer of slick saliva from side to side. She was there. Her come flowed like thick wine, running down her cunt lips, blending with her pussy hair, following the soft contour lines of her shapely thighs. Grunts and groans erupted from her mouth.
"Noooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
She came. No it was his turn. Released from his grip, she spun around, bent over, spread her legs and reached her hands back between her legs, grabbing hold of his nuts. They were enlarged. His hairy wrinkled scrotum was full of his come. She wanted it, all of it, every ounce of it shooting up her pulsating vagina. He placed his hands on her hips, and slid his cock into her drenched lips, past the matted halo of pubic hair. The contracting muscles lining her box grabbed his mushroom head drawing it in deeper and deeper. At last, his full rod was inside her twitching cunt. She played with his nuts, exerting a slight pressure to prime them for an immediate explosion. Arching over her back, he started humping her, pumping his cock in and out, driving it deeper and deeper with each thrust. Sliding both hands around her back under her arms, he grabbed her two swaying fits, and massaged them, squeezing them like putty. "Squeeze my nuts hard," he whispered in her ear. "Don't leave one single drop behind."
Cindy felt his two testicles empty their load deep in her cunt. She was coming again. With one hand, she squeezed and played with his wrinkled hairy bag and with the other she slid her first finger along her erected clit. Her nipples were swollen, her box kept taking every drop he shot, salvo after salvo up into her box. She matched him thrust for thrust, driving his shaft as deep as it would go, and then some.
"Give me more De. I need more. Harder, give me all you've got." The words were no sooner out of her mouth, off her lips, then she `shot her wad' for the second time. But she felt unsatisfied. She was away from him, not able to throw her arms around him and kiss him and hold him tight like a man. But that was the way he liked her and that was the way he was going to have her.
Like a souped-up, heavy weight sports car gearing down slowly from fifth gear to first, De kept humping her until he slumped over her back, out of breath and out .of come. Every time he got together with Cindy it was the same thing. Only Cindy made him feel this way, could drain him totally, at least for the moment. Not even his boy friends could satisfy him the way she did.
Cindy felt his heavy massive bulk pushing down on her and smelled his warm perspiration rolling down her back, mixing with her own. He had stopped moving, but she still felt his swollen joint firmly implanted deep inside her loins, still very much alive. She had an idea.
Together, but without saying a word, they dropped to the floor without disconnecting. His weight on her shoulders forced her to work twice as hard, but it was worth it. On the floor, she slipped off his joint, leaving him on all fours. Sliding around, she repositioned herself so her head was under his joint and his head was over her box. She knew that's what he wanted. Every time, like clockwork, after he fucked her, he wanted to eat her. So what the gourmet wants the gourmet gets.
His joint was wet, slick and dripping with their come. She licked her tongue along its full length tasting the salty flavor that clung to her lips.
A jolt of electricity shot through his pecker with the first touch of her tongue. She began to play. First, kissing it, then licking it, then biting it gently but firmly like a boy biting a hot-dog, starting at the end and moving toward the base of his stem. She ran her fingers lightly over his tightly drawn scrotum slipping her finger back along the crack in his ass until she found his tight anus. He was coming back to life. Bending forward he ran his tongue up and down the inside of her thigh. Up to the edge of her pussy hair and then switching legs reversed himself, intentionally teasing her box. Chills ran up and down her cunt. She ran her tongue around the soft mushroom head topping his pulsating dick. Stopping at the bottom, she butterflied the sensitive membrane that triggers his ejaculation. Her flicking brought his own tongue down through her come soaked hair. She matched him nibble for nibble as she chewed at his roots and sucked on his nuts, while stroking his anus, probing for a weakness. In kind, he probed and found her back hole and first dip-ping his finger into her creamy white dripping box, he inched his lubricated dong into her tight hole.
She couldn't control herself. She slid her rounded lips back and forth, up and down, his dick matching thrust for thrust while her own finger exploring his anus, she paced him. Lick for lick, he explored down, around and in her swollen lips and inside her ass. She tasted droplets of his come sliding from his tiny slit atop his circumcised head as he scooped out of control, they fed upon themselves devouring everything in sight, stimulating each other till they couldn't keep up the pace. This time, they came simultaneously, together as one.
De captured his second wind and wanted more. Sliding off he rolled her over and lifted her to her knees. Too exhausted to help, she let him position her as best he could. Out of breath, exhausted and feeling no pain, she felt him once again hump her from the back as only a Greek knows how. But this time after he separated her cheeks, his dick, more alert now than before, shoved its way into her playful anus. She resisted his pressure, instinctively, but then relaxed and felt his full girth push back the taunt muscles and inch forward, lubricated by her come clinging on his dick. It was wild and different. And no one could do it better than De the Greek.
He was all the way in. She felt his groin flush against her rounded melon cheeks. She liked the way he felt and the way he smelled. It was different, verile and sexy. He began to pump her slowly while her muscles contracted engulfing his penis, he held on for dear life. Tighter than her cunt, it didn't take long to come from behind, again dropping his limitless load.
Too exhausted to lay on the plush bed in the comer near the imitation waterfall, they flopped to the floor in each others arms, drawing their bodies tightly against the others.
"For an old cunt, you're not too bad."
"Old cunt," she screamed trying to pull out of his arms. "Old cunt, why if it wasn't for that splinter and gauze I wrapped around your middle leg, you would have been out of the fucking ball game back in the first inning."
He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her tenderly. "Now, now ... look who's getting sensitive about her age." Cindy looked up into his eyes and broke into a warm smile. She kissed him back, parting her moist lips so he could enter.
For minutes they said nothing, did nothing, just listened to the waterfall rolling over the rocks into the pool below. Content, satisfied, they fell asleep, but only for a few minutes. A knock at the door and a voicing announcement that the private pool was ready for them, woke De. Gently nudging Cindy, they got up and walked through another door at the opposite end of the room.
The door led into an olympic size swimming pool. Sand surrounded the edge making it look like a natural pool in the garden of Eden. Palm trees lined the wall. Music poured down from hidden speakers in the ceiling. The lights were low and moody, the music was seductive, there was food on the sand awaiting them and they were alone.
"Come on," he smiled, taking her hand in his and leading her to the showers in the comer. Unlike ordinary showers, they looked like coconut trees. They stood under them and pulled the green vine hanging down from the branches. Water poured from the bunch of coconuts high above their heads.
Cindy pulled the chain like a kid with a new toy, as the water poured over their bodies. De picked up the bar of soap and lathered first him-self and then Cindy. He played with her, rubbing and sliding his body across her foamy flesh.
A stronger pull on the vine and another flood of warm water drenched them totally washing away the suds.
"Last one in the pool's a loose goose."
"You lost already!" Cindy took his challenge and broke for the water. De wasn't far behind. It took her just three seconds fiat to cover the distance to the cool circulating water.
Cindy surfaced and looked around for De. Still underwater, and undetectable, he tickled her feet and kissed her hairy box before coming up.
"No fair trying to influence the judge. You lost and don't try to change it."
A short official protest and De accepted his lot in life. He was, at least for the moment, a loose goose. He declined the offer of a plaque to be placed prominently in his office. "Thanks, your generosity is overwhelming, but no thanks."
They swam and played and talked, about them-selves and where they were going. And most importantly where they came from, since it was a basic element upon which their tomorrow would be based. De was Cindy's only friend, and Cindy was De's. Most people consider themselves lucky if they have many acquaintances, but they were thankful that they had one good friend. Someone they knew was there all the time, whenever they needed them. And they had proved it numerous times over the years.
Finally, water logged and wrinkled, they called it quits and climbed out of the pool, walking dripping wet across the white sand to the massage table underneath three sun lamps. Cindy flopped down on her stomach as De pulled out the oil tray from a compartment under the table.
Warm circulating air sweeping the room dried the water droplets clinging to their nude bodies. It felt good to get back to nature and get away from the helter skelter existence just on the other side of those palm trees. But to Cindy the outside world didn't exist. Only this immediate moment comprised her entire existence.
He kneaded her muscles, massaged her limbs, oiled her skin and massaged her neck and scalp with a vibrator. She rolled over on her back and he repeated his gentle touch that lulled her almost to sleep.
He was trimming her pussy hairs, getting rid of those odd sized ones and shortening the bushy mound hanging between her legs when he figured it was time to show it to her.
"Close your eyes."
"Huh? What for?"
"Don't give me any `what for' close them!"
She obeyed and slammed them shut,. covering them with her hands like a small child playing hide and seek. What did he have in mind? She heard noises. He was opening and closing some-thing, but what?
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed feeling the sliding thing between her legs.
"Whatever you do, don't open your eyes."
"But, but-"
"But nothing!", he insisted, instructing her to lift her legs and spread her knees. She did and immediately felt his lips kissing her cunt. "Thought I'd throw that in just for good measure at no extra charge."
There were three pieces or three somethings he was working with. Yes, there were three. One, long thick, and hard, he slid all the way up her cunt. The second, about the same as the first, she felt inching into her anus. It was only about half as thick and half as long. The third, on the other hand laid flat running at the bottom of her slit across her clit.
"If we're playing twenty questions, I know it's not animal mineral or vegetable, so what is it?"
A switch went on and she suddenly felt her body explode in a sea of exhilarating vibration. Her cunt, anus and clit were being massaged and vibrated and played with all at once. Oily lubrication, not her own, flowed from her with the vibrators exciting her even more. It was hot and slick. He turned a dial in his hand and the vibrations increased. It was too much for her to handle. She lifted her ass high in the air, balancing her weight on her heels. She was coming alright and she felt like she was being fucked by a wild stallion. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipple buds between her thumb and first fingers, exciting herself even more.
Her first orgasm exploded like a cherry bomb, strong and powerful. She wanted to relax, but the thing wouldn't let her. She was at its mercy. Seconds later, she tightened and erupted again. Still the thing excited her already over-simulated clit, cunt and anus. Her muscles, already fatigued, her mind totally blown, reeled again to the convulsive throws of her third, equally exciting orgasm. Two many could she take? She had to find out.
De turned it off and watched her slide her legs forward lowering her ass back on the padded foam rubber table. Motionless, too tired to say a word, but drenched from the pleasures that engulfed her total being; she felt that `thing' being slid out of her loins.
"You can open your eyes now, if you can."
"I couldn't if I wanted to," she panted fighting not to come down from her mental high. "Feel like I'm three feet off the ground. And me afraid to fly."
"It's my own invention. Do you like it?"
She opened her eyes. "Like it," she gasped "why I love it or should I say it loves me."
"Pm going to be using it on some of my favorite customers, but I wanted you to be the first. A maiden flight so to speak," he chuckled under his breath.
Cindy looked it over, held it in her hands. It was made of rubber arms, two jutting straight up and the third straight forward, perpendicular to the other two. "It might not win a beauty contest, but I sure as hell could use one for myself."
"So be it, I'll see that one is delivered before the week is out." He responded explaining the mechanism and how it operated.
He finished her massage and they both got dressed. Lunch was served on the beach by his bronzed buxom nude waitress. They took their time eating the shrimp cocktail, the Maine whole lobster and Cindy's favorite dessert, Strawberry Shortcake.
"Now what," Cindy asked, falling back on the sand stuffed to the gills.
"Thought you'd like to see my girls in action. You just might pick up a few pointers or have a couple to lay on us."
"I'm game."
"If you're ready, I'll show you the new two-way mirrors I had installed. My customers think it's a new way to get the most of their girls."
De led her around the pool back into his private office and through a secret door that swung open behind his book shelves. They walked one behind the other along a narrow passage way lit only by a series of single bulbs overhead.
They walked about twenty-five feet then made a sharp right, stopping in front of a mirror. Inside, on the other side of the two-way mirror, they watched a balding old man in his fifties being blown by a tiny Japanese girl with long straight black hair. Her pussy hair had been shaved off and they were both completely naked. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide apart.
De turned to Cindy. "Would you believe he's a Federal Judge. Just last week he convicted and sent two porno film makers to jail for two years. Little does he know that we're filming what's going on right now. Look over there." She followed to where his finger pointed and saw the tiny hole the camera was shooting through.
They walked a few steps to the next window and watched two young men blowing each other. "The guy on the right is in the DA's office. I supply him with the best men in New York. Pays through the nose, but he always gets what he wants even if I have to go to Europe to find him. Married and has three kids. You see his picture in the society columns just about every other week!"
At the window, Cindy froze. She listened as De told her all about the guy being raped by the three young girls, probably no older than fifteen or sixteen. As young as they were, they knew which end was up. They work as a team surrounding his body in a sea of creaming pussies. "This one you probably never heard of, though he's a big psychiatrist. Park Avenue clientele is his forte. Been mixed up with a few guys wives though nothing was ever proven." As she heard Phillip's name mentioned, her heart skipped a beat, but she made a point of showing nothing.
"And what do we have over here," Cindy said walking away nonchalantly looking into the next window. De read from his mental dossier word for word describing the background of the man screwing the sheep. Cindy heard his voice, but didn't listen to what he was saying. Her mind was back with Phillip. So, this is where he went today. His secretary mentioned he had a special appointment at the hospital on the island and wouldn't be back all day. Good thing he didn't spot her in the lobby or accidentally bump into her in the corridor. That would have blown everything. Regardless of what she would have said, he wouldn't have believed her. All the time and effort would have gone down the drain. But she was glad she knew...." and his father comes in twice a week-"
Cindy apologized, she had to cut short her tour. She did have to be going, but said she'd like to finish the mirrors next time. "Of course," he agreed sorry to see her leaving. "Just let me know when and I'm your humble servant." De took her hand in his and pressed it gently to his lips, kissing it delicately as only a European can. He brought his eyes back up to hers and stared deeply.
"I know. I feel the same way. And," she concluded, "I always will." She touched her body to his and opening her mouth ever so slightly touched his round full lips to hers, exploring his mouth with her tongue.
He walked to the back entrance and watched as she blended into the endless sea of people scurring to make a living off the bottom of their sea of air on this planet they called `home'. The outside world disgusted him. It was impure, dirty and disgusting. He had to slam the door and keep them away from his own clean little world he had created. He spent his entire days in the garden of Eden, sleeping there at night It was his home. The only, reality he cared to ever know any more. For a brief minute, he thought about Cindy, but quickly put her out of his mind. Roger was coming and he had to get himself ready for his appointment. He missed Roger. Roger was his favorite. There wasn't anything he wouldn't and didn't do for him, in bed and out.