Chapter 11
Myrna was indeed enjoying herself, completely unaware she was with the one man she feared most. Being with him swept all other thoughts from her mind. He was too good to be true, as far as she was concerned, and in a way she was right.
The party had raged on about them, and for two hours they had remained on the dance floor, dancing every dance as if it had been meant to be danced together. She was aching to have him suggest they go upstairs together, but hadn't the courage to say it herself.
It was two o'clock in the morning when he suggested they leave the party, go out and get some fresh air. Myrna welcomed the idea, and the two of them made their way to the stairs and climbed to the main floor, together. There, they went to the closet near the front entrance where Myrna got her boots and her coat. He helped her on with them, wrapping a light scarf around her head.
Together, they stepped out onto the chilling new day. The air was crisp and deliciously cold as it reddened her cheeks. Her breath vapored forth and disappeared into the darkness. The black clouds overhead had completely disappeared, running, it seemed, from the onslaught of a million starpointed stalactites.
They had removed their masks, but Myrna had no idea who he was. He wasn't at all bad-looking, but then she felt he wasn't quite the greek god she had imagined, either. But what did looks matter? What counted was the way he had made her feel.
His arm was around her waist as they descended the steps and walked down the hill. They paused beneath a streetlamp and she shivered. He detached his opera cape and wrapped it around her. Once separated from his vile body, the cape was like any other and served to keep out the chill.
"Who are you?" she finally asked, almost managing to slip out of the mental grip he had on her.
"Does it matter?" he replied with a question of his own. "Would it serve to strengthen the bond between us if you knew? Would you want me any less?"
"How do you know I want you?"
"Because you're a warm, wonderful woman with human emotions, and can't help wanting me. I know. I, too, was so affected."
Myrna thought he meant she was the one affecting him. It made her feel good to think that though he had power over her, she seemed to have power over him, as well.
"How long will you stay?" she wanted to know.
"For as long as necessary."
"That could be forever."
He smiled at that, then said, "Perhaps it will be."
He embraced her, then kissed her. The fervency of the kiss, plus the fully grown warm glow within her effectively hid the chill of his lips. Her head swam and she yielded herself completely to the kiss. She had longed for this moment from the instant he had first touched her.
"More," she begged, when their lips parted.
"Not here," he answered. "That which is ours must be ours alone. I won't share it with the rest of the world."
They continued walking arm in arm, the long, black cape almost trailing on the ground as it enclosed her. An onlooker would have been astonished to see only one set of prints-those made by Myrna's boots.
Coming about, they climbed the hill again and returned to the mansion. He helped her off with her boots and hung her coat in the closet, throwing his own cape over his arm. Then they climbed the flight of stairs leading to the upper floor.
Alone in the hallway, outside the door to Myrna's room, he kissed her again and she sighed, feeling his kiss pulsate through her body all the way down to her seeping slot.
She opened the door and entered the apartment with him behind her. There was little need for words, now. She was going to get good and fucked, and she could hardly wait.
She switched on the light, watching him sit on the edge of her bed as she removed her bonnet and placed it in the closet with her shepherdess's crook. Then she returned to him, silently imploring him for another kiss. He responded, pulling her into his lap. As their lips burned against each other, his hand crept to her bodice and deftly undid the buttons.
They separated for a moment, and she rose, pulling the dress over her head. Habit made her put it on a hanger and hang it up in the closet.
The flaring bottom of the Bo-Peep dress had made any girdle-wearing unnecessary, and its many petticoats precluded the need for a half slip. Thus she stood before him in only a light bra and panty.
Sy's eyes devoured Myrna's rich, lush body, and the once-assuaged hunger now grew within him again.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Let's fuck."
"We will," was all he said, and bent to kiss her again.
"I can't understand anything that's happened tonight," she told him, tearing her lips from his. "This is my birthday. Usually everybody flocks around me, admiring me, letting me take my choice of any man I want. But tonight things have been different. For some reason everyone but you seem to ignore me. Why?"
"Because tonight you were meant for me alone," he told her quite truthfully, knowing she'd never believe him.
"Oh sure," she laughed, confirming his belief. "Would you rather I leave?" he asked, almost maliciously.
"No. Oh God, no! All I did was ask the why of all that's happened."
"I don't know why. All I know was my instincts made me seek you out. I know it could be no one else. Tonight, now, I'm going to take you to bed to fulfill...."
"Me," she finished. "Fulfill me. It's my birthday. Call it a birthday present if you will. But I must feel your stiff prick in me. And to get it, I'm willing to grant anything you wish."
"By letting me fuck you, you will grant me everything I wish," he told her, and Myrna felt flattered, not understanding his true meaning in any way.
Once more he gathered her to him. His lips were everywhere. Drifting across her forehead, cooling her fevered eyelids, brushing her cheeks and bruising her own lips.
Once again she pulled away from him, standing and unsnapping her bra, letting it fall. Her huge tits came tumbling out like two volley balls, proudly thrusting themselves forward. Then she stepped out of her panty, letting him see the dark bush at her apex.
In the short time she had taken to remove her underthings he had somehow disrobed completely. His body was a pale white and looked even whiter when contrasted to his black clothing, now in a heap on the floor.
As he sat on the bed, she took a moment to study his lean figure. He had small nipples, almost black against his white flesh, and so unlike her large, swollen protrusions. He had almost no hips at all, just the opposite of her swollen thighs, haunches so round any man looking at them would salivate as, indeed, Sy was doing now.
His want for her was evident. He had a firm, straight, thick cock, and as he sat there it seemed pointed directly at her.
Phalluses fascinated Myrna. She had seen so many in her short life, and each one looked different from all the others. And this prick looked as different from the others as they had seemed different from each other. She approached it with longing, knowing it had no mind of its own and therefore was incapable of fucking her without his willing it. Reaching down with her hand, she cautiously touched it with her fingertips. It responded ever so slightly, but she wondered why it was so cold. Even the lubrication seeping from the eye-like slit in its head was cold to the touch.
He raised her and sat her on his lap, letting his prong rest against her slippery labia, leaking the love juice her body was manufacturing. They kissed, their tongues intertwining and her nails dug into his flesh, raking bloodless lines across his back. Her teeth sank into his lower lip, almost tearing it, but he made no outcry.
His mouth broke free of hers and descended to her tits; first the right one then the left. Her nipples, already elongated, seemed to swell even more, standing out like the pink noses of puppies. He kissed them over and over, teasing one and then the other. And with each kiss she felt a tiny, shocking tingle shudder through her; a cold, shocking tingle.
Then she felt his hand smoothe its way below her belly coming to rest on the hairy curls above her box. Delicious shivers chased each other through her entire being.
Slowly she parted her legs, permitting his fingers on her extended clitoris. Delightful chills rained through her as his palm pressed itself against the button, rubbing it. She squirmed beneath his pleasurable hand, trying to increase the sensations.
His middle finger parted her labia, rubbing against them, making them secrete more of the sticky-albeit slippery-juices in her cunt. Then his middle finger poked its way past both sets of labia, entering her twat. Her thighs tightened, crushing his hand between them.
"Don't stop now," she told him when he eased the pressure a bit. Pleasure and more pleasure was emblazoning its way through her vagina, spreading to the rest of her.
Finally she parted her thighs, permitting him to withdraw his hand. He stood, tumbling her off his lap and onto the floor. He stepped around her, standing on a long runner leading from the bathroom door, past her bed, to the window.
"Tuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me now or I'll go crazy."
"A moment more," he replied. "It's too hot in here for me. I need air, and then I'll do you until you beg me to stop."
Myrna smiled, knowing such a time would never come. She wondered if he was half as good as he was boasting to be.
In the bathroom, still lying in the tub, Dick Mario was waking up. Mickey's conk hadn't been quite as good as he'd thought. And though Dick wasn't aware of who conked him, he did see the clothes lying on the bathroom floor and didn't have to guess.
"Fuckin bastard," he mumbled. "Invites me here to get laid, then uses me to set his fuckin' cousin up for him. I'll fix his fuckin' ass."
Seeing the light from beneath the door leading to Myrna's room, he automatically assumed Mickey was in there with Myrna. He couldn't remember from which door he had originally entered the bathroom, anyway.
Dick decided he was going to wallop Mickey, throw him in the bathtub, then fuck Myrna as he'd planned all along. So opening the door leading to Myrna's room, he peered in and saw the naked Sy opening the window. Thinking it was Mickey, he stepped into the room as the window opened, then grabbed the runner and yanked. Sy went tumbling out the window, headfirst.
The fall would have killed any ordinary man. Sy, however, was already dead so it couldn't kill him. But it did scramble his brains for a while, and he lay there, stark naked, barely on the borderline of consciousness.
Up in Myrna's room, the girl was frightened out of her wits, and she ran to the door. But Dick had cut her off, slamming her in the face and throwing her back on the bed.
"I was the one supposed t'fuck you, and I'm gonna fuck you," he snapped. "You lay there nice and quiet, or I'll punch your fuckin' face in."
Myrna froze in fear, watching Dick all but tear his costume off. Before the terrified girl could move, Dick had flung himself on top of her. She tried wriggling free of him, but he held her too tightly in his grip. His teeth nipped at the swollen nipples Sy had only recently kissed himself.
He shoved his hand between her thighs, frictioning her sopping pussylips. Her already aroused passion began to soar higher, and though she didn't want it from this man, she realized she was so hot, she had to have someone's cock. And to all appearances the other man was dead. She'd let him cool the fires in her quivering quim, and when the time came, she'd get away, call the police, and have him arrested for both murder and rape.
Dick was aware of Myrna's mental and physical anguish, but he just didn't give a damn. He stepped up his friction on her pussy, preparing for his initial plunge. He wanted the hole as slippery as possible. He had a big joint and he wanted to make sure it went in.
Myrna's legs began to part under his forceful rubbing, and he spread her juicy pink lips with his fingers. Her ass twitched as he inserted his fingers between the soft inner labia, skimming the walls of her cunt.
Dick's thumb found Myrna's clit and he mashed it almost violently. She quivered uncontrollably in response as the tremulous sensations seared her nerve-endings. Her legs suddenly snapped wide apart as she wiggled her ass to the tune he played on her clitoris.
Dick moved between Myrna's legs, his hot, pulsing root pressing against her slippery slit while he continued to voraciously suck on her turgid nipples.
Myrna, feeling the thick glans poke in her entrance, leaned back to make the cock's going in easier. Dick spread her fiery pussylips with his fingers and moved the throbbing head of his prong to the seething entrance.
"Oh yessss," she hissed as he forced his thick cock between Myrna's spread vulva.
Now Dick's swollen glans was wedged in Myrna's hole and he shoved his weight behind the rigid tool, sending half his thick cock into her slippery snatch. Myrna thrashed her legs wildly, enjoying the ecstatic feel of the meat, even if it wasn't the cock she had expected to receive. The pleasure increased tenfold when he lunged almost unmercifully into her pussy, the tip of his prick almost touching her cervix. Myrna almost fainted from the indescribable pleasure she was feeling.
Dick slowly began moving his cock in and out of the tight box. Little slurping sounds escaped from the cunt attesting to the snug fit.
The more he worked his schlong the greater the pleasure Dick imparted to Myrna. Little by little Myrna's ass responded to the dicking she was getting, and began bouncing. Her incensed box adjusted to his pounding prick, and thrills of ecstasy ran rampant through her body.
Her knees raised high and spread wide to accept him more readily, and now she was murmuring "Oh, oh, oh," in short bursts.
"You ... love it ... don't you ... you bitch," Dick snarled, ramming his prong in as far as he could before withdrawing it arid slamming it into her again.
"Y ... yessss," she admitted. "I love it. I love being fucked. I live just to be fucked. Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me."
"You got it, baby," he assured her, ramming his meat into her soaking depths.
Myrna wrapped her legs around Dick's waist and humped her crotch violently into his pelvis, grabbing his swollen cock into her all-devouring pussy.
Dick gasped for air as her crushing legs squeezed against his lungs. Then he bit savagely on her distended nipple as his body quivered under the relentless assault. Myrna dug and clawed at his back, and this time blood poured out of the wounds she inflicted.
"Oh God!" Dick murmured. "You are great. You are really great."
"Just jam it in," Myrna snapped, her own breath coming in short pants.
They became a fighting, fucking mass of sweating flesh as cock and cunt locked in a wanton, lusting battle, clawing their excited way to total fulfillment.
Dick raised his mouth from Myrna's tits and planted it on her mouth, and she almost pulled his tongue out by the roots as she sucked it into her throat, catapulting skyward in an uproaring orgasm. Her cunt tightened, squeezing, pulling, yanking, as she thrashed around on the bed, taking Dick with her.
The pressure of her cuntlips on his cock brought the jism boiling up and out of Dick, and he unloaded a tremendous burst of the white gooey liquid from his nuts into the depths of her cunt. They clung to one another desperately, hungrily, frantically, as their bubbling juices mixed in her boiling twat. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. They remained transfixed in time, unable to release each other.
"Oh God!" Myrna breathed in Dick's ear. "That was a fuck. That was a great fuck. If I'd only known you were so great, I'd have spent the whole evening up here with you instead of looking for someone downstairs."
"That's only a small sample of what I got for you," he mumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you silly."
"But the man you killed."
"Mickey?"
"That wasn't Mickey."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Mickey may be your partner, but I wouldn't let him touch me. He's my cousin. I don't even know who that man was."
"Yeah, well suppose we get dressed and go down and look for him. We can always fuck up another storm later."