Chapter 9
Hours had passed, and Sy Enders hadn't moved from the house of Nora Evans. With the passionate ache in his groin temporarily assuaged, he took time to examine the wonders of the present. He discovered the radio, the refrigerator, and eventually the television set.
This was truly a marvelous age. He was sincerely sorry he couldn't live in it.
As the hands of the kitchen clock approached midnight, Sy rose from the chair where he had been sitting. He was being drawn toward her; his descendant, the one he would rob of her immortality.
Fully dressed again, his large opera cape over his shoulders, he paused in the doorway of the darkened bedroom and whispered, "Poor Nora. To have discovered the true meaning of life and then to have to forget it. Yet it must be so, for you must also forget me. Goodbye, Nora. I hope you find the man able to reawaken the pleasure within you."
Turning, Sy left the room and walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. The frigid night affair didn't affect him at all. He felt nothing. His legs walked on top of the soft snOw without making indentations.
He felt himself being drawn to a specific place, now. Yes, he was moving toward Enders mansion, the place he had once called home. It stood high on a hill in the center of the resident section of Endersville. Like a castle it stood limned against the black midnight sky, all its windows like yellow, blazing eyes.
He moved easily, almost floating, himself not knowing how he accomplished such speed and facility. In minutes he had covered ground an ordinary person might traverse in a half hour.
His destination reached, he felt the tug pulling him closer and closer. He descended the steps, recalling vividly how they had looked when he had been alive and master of the mansion. People in all sorts of costumes crowded around the doorway through which he finally passed, into the immense family ballroom alive with activity.
Noticing the box of masks near the doorway he paused and selected one that covered all of his face but for his mouth. Slipping it on, he continued into the room.
People of all sizes and shapes, with all kinds of voices, filled the room, smoking, eating and drinking in a raucous, uncouth manner he would never have tolerated had he still been master. The tug within him was stronger now, serving only to increase a growing appetite.
Through the haze and colors he began searching. She was here, somewhere. Masks hid faces, but they couldn't hide the inner being, it was to this inner being his own body was attuned.
She had to be just right for him. He could sleep with every other female member of the household, and still, if it wasn't the right one, the curse would not be fulfilled. And he instinctively knew he was being drawn to that right woman; that right cunt.
She was here, all right, in this very room. He felt her presence as it radiated above the gauche personalities of all the others. All these others were now alien to him. He concentrated on seeking out the only one.
Crossing the dance floor he seemed to move more rhythmically than the dancers, avoiding contact with the gaily costumed couples winding their way around and around to the tune of an old-fashioned waltz. He was moving the wrong way.
Reversing his direction, he headed back toward the doorway, and once more almost passed her by. He stopped, turned, and felt the magnetic pull.
Now he saw her, wearing the Bo-Peep costume, seated by herself, sulking and brooding. He could sense what she was thinking and feeling, and smiled. Alone, frustrated, and miserable, she was in the perfect frame of mind to receive him. But then this was as it had to be. Her existence had been meaningless until this moment. Just as most people exist for the sole purpose of procreation, so she existed for the continuance of the family curse. It was his turn to pass it on, and she would be the recipient. He stared at her, willing her to look at him, and she raised her eyes.
Myrna had been sitting there for more than an hour. Seeing Sy, she thought he was the same man she had spoken with earlier, and at first paid little attention to him. Now, suddenly, something seemed to be drawing her. She felt the mesmeric pull.
An eternity had passed with no one paying attention to her, and now he was here. She would convince this man to give her what her body needed: a good, long fuck.
The blaring of the band on the dais had receded from an explosion to a dull rhythmic thud as they switched from one tune to another. She had been ready to capitulate and leave. Inside she had felt heartsick. Then his hand was holding hers, and his voice said, "Honor me with this dance."
It wasn't a request, but rather a command. One which she knew she would obey.
Myrna continued looking up at the owner of the almost nasal voice that had addressed her. He was of great height, unusually thin, and his flesh around the edges of the mask was exceedingly pale. His white hair was sparse enough, but he wasn't an old man, or even middle aged. No, he was young. Certainly no older than thirty. He was dressed in a formal suit used in the early nineteen hundreds, cape and all.
Through the black mask, his eyes fascinated her. She couldn't take her gaze from them as she rose and automatically allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.
Silently they glided across the floor, swaying in time to the music. Though they swirled madly about, they touched no one. This was her first ballroom dance outside of a dancing classroom, and it was everything a first dance should be. She felt as if she were floating on the wind. The world flashed by, around and around.
His arms were strong and reassuring. It was as if she were living one of her dreams. Time stood still, and he pulled her more and more tightly to him.
All this time his gaze held hers. She found it impossible to look away, never noticing the iciness of his hands. And deep inside her, a warm glow began to form and enlarge.
No words had passed between them since he'd first spoken, yet she knew she was his, to do with as he pleased. His eyes had spoken and hers had responded.
This was what she had been waiting for all night, and now she was determined to savor every bit of it. Deep down she prayed the rest of the night would be as she wanted it, as she now knew he wanted it.
While Myrna continued whirling on the dance floor with Sy, Essie, her mother, who had been across the room and dancing with Dick Mario for some time, felt his hard-on press through his pants against her as she'd been feeling it all the while they'd been dancing. She was easy to arouse, and the knowledge of what was pressing against her determined her to do something about it. The party would continue uninterrupted until nearly dawn, and she couldn't control herself that long.
"Let's go upstairs," she whispered in Dick's ear, and he, getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment, was more than willing to follow her through the throng.
Pushing their way to the stairs, they quickly mounted them, though not before Alan Kal had seen them. Still thinking Essie was Myrna, he whispered to Laura, "Your sister is leaving the party. I think we'd better keep a close eye on her."
Laura nodded, and the two of them followed after Dick and Essie. Neither of them noticed the eyes of Mickey Enders who, seeing them go upstairs, decided this was his chance to grab Laura.
In his pocket, Mickey carried a blackjack. He usually kept it at the service station to discourage any would-be robbers, but having anticipated the possibility of trouble, he had brought it with him. Now, as he followed Laura and Alan Kal up the stairs, his fingers closed around the firm leather strap attached to the heavy piece of lead in his pocket. One good whack and the short guy would be sleeping until dawn, at least.
It was Dick Mario whose burning cock needed the most fulfillment. He hadn't gotten laid in more than three days, and now, with the well-stacked piece of ass leading him up to the bedrooms, he felt himself almost unable to contain his gonads. He still had no idea he was with Essie Enders, Myrna's mother, and had he known it probably wouldn't have made the least little bit of difference to him. The mercury in his thermometer had reached the top and was all set to boil over. All he knew was, the chick he was with had nice big tits, a firm round ass which he'd managed to grab on the way up, and a hot, wet box. Now he was set to prong that box, and God help any fuckin' guy who got in his fuckin' way. He'd knock the fuckin' shit outta him.
Reaching the top floor of the mansion, Essie led Dick straight into her room, shutting the door. Alan Kal and Laura reached the top of the stairs a moment after the door had closed, and since Essie's room was right next to that of Myrna's, Laura assumed the door she'd heard shut was Myrna's.
"As long as she's with that Dick your sister should be all right," Kal said to Laura. "Now, while we're up here, suppose we make a little hay. I mean, well never be missed at the party. It's a wild thing, and almost no one seems to recognize anyone else, anyway. It's just as well we get away from there. It's already past midnight."
Laura, her body having yearned for Alan Kal from the first moment she'd seen him, decided it was time to stop playing games. She'd kept her virginity by putting off one suitor after another, and in doing so had missed out on so much of the pleasure she knew Myrna was enjoying. It was no longer a time when a girl kept her body untouched for the one man who would marry her.
After all, men played around right and left before getting married. So, now, did most women. Any woman still a virgin past her twenty-first birthday was looked on as someone either frigid or foolish. Well Laura was neither frigid nor foolish. The time had come for her to lose that troublesome cherry, and she might as well give it to a man for whom she cared.
"Come on," she agreed, and led Kal across the hall and into her room.
A moment after Kal shut the door, Mickey Enders reached the top of the stairs. Never having lived in Enders mansion, he didn't know which room belonged to which person. So he decided to use the time-honored method of eavesdropping outside each door until he found the right one. One thing he knew for sure was each room shared a bathroom with the room next to it, so once he was able to determine which room contained Kal and Laura, he would slip into the adjoining room, then enter their room via the bathroom, and put the blackjack to use on Kal's head.
Crossing the hall, Mickey went to the nearest door, which happened to be Essie Enders' room. He pressed his ear to the door and heard voices, and was convinced it was Kal and Laura. Now it was time to put his plan into action.
In Essie's room, Dick Mario was already on the bed with Essie. They had left the room dark, and Dick was barely able to contain himself. Both had decided to keep their masks on. It would be more mysterious and romantic as far as Essie was concerned if she never really knew who her real lover was.
His large hands were all over her bodice, their palms pressing the nipples of her tits back into the soft flesh from which they emanated. His mouth covered hers, and his tongue lashed into her mouth, fighting with her tongue; a wet, slippery opponent.
"Do it right," she whispered. "Take your clothes off, first."
Feeling himself a little sweaty, Dick nodded, answering. "I'll take them off in the bathroom and be right back." He wanted to wash some of the perspiration off his body.
Rising, he left her to remove her own costume as he went to the bathroom. Entering the darkened room, his hand reached for the lightswitch but never made it. Mickey, his eyes already accustomed to the dark, had seen Dick's outline, himself having entered the bathroom only moments before from Myrna's room, and without rationalizing that Dick was too tall to be Alan Kal, walloped him once on the skull, then caught him before his body thudded to the tile floor. Silently he slipped Dick into the bathtub, mentally wishing him a good sleep.
Time to get into that Laura, he thought, and dropped his own clothing on the bathroom floor. Opening the door to Essie's bedroom, he entered, then shut the door behind him and groped his way to the bed. He found it with little difficulty, then let his hands roam across the bed until he touched Essie's leg. It was smooth, shaven leg, and felt soft to the touch. How could he know he was with his uncle's wife, and not with Cousin Laura?
As his hands rose higher, he heard her shuddering intake of breath. She was unaware of who he was, which might be just as well. Instead of screaming out that he was the one who had come to inflict, the curse on her, and have her struggle and perhaps scream, he'd let her think he was the jerk asleep in the bathroom. Hell, it was dark. She would never know the difference.
He let his tongue run up her body, caressing her soft, hot, hungry flesh. When he reached the valley between her tits he stopped and detoured first to the right, then to the left, sucking on each distended nipple, one by one, chewing a little and making them swell to their full length. She was in heat, all right. He could smell sex exuding from every pore of her skin. Hell! This was going to be a lot easier than he thought. She was really ripe for it. He wanted to take his time, tease her to full heat, then ram his cock into what he believed to be her virgin pussy. But she was impatient and threw him down on the bed, taking the above position. She wanted to be in control. Mickey was willing, just as long as she made him shoot.
Her tits were directly above his face, those full, ripe, swollen tits. She then lowered herself until one rock-hard nipple brushed across his mouth. Moving herself from side to side, she made the tiny shaft of her nipple rub across his lips until darts of electricity sparked through her breast. When the sensation became too intense, she shifted sideways and brought the other passionengorged nipple to his lips.
Now the sensations were beginning to spread further into her being. She pushed down harder against Mickey, forcing his mouth to open wider and accept the whole, huge tit. She kept on stuffing it in until she felt his teeth touching bottom. She felt another sensation, but was unaware of what it was. Actually, it was Mickey's beard rubbing against her body, sending even more bolts of lightning through her. But not having seen a beard on her escort of the evening, it never occurred to her she was feeling one now.
The back of Mickey's throat gulped against the nipple touching it, and Essie caught her breath in a wave of delight. It made her shudder to think she had such a masterful man with her.
This was the time and the place to let her fantasies come to life. Masterful as he was, the man was not the real seducer; she was. As far as she was concerned this masterful lover was really a well-equipped, adaptable sex machine, now available solely for her pleasure.
She pulled her tit from his gasping mouth and moved herself forward a little at a time, feeling his talented tongue and lips move across the plane of her belly with an incredible series of sucking kisses and tantalizing warm, wet lunges against her flesh.
Further and further she drew herself along his prone body, smelling the heat coming from it. It aroused her to greater feeling and she pulled herself along faster, eager for his mouth to suck on her soaking cunt. Her pussy twitched in anticipation.
His hands came up around her solid thighs and finally grasped the full round curve of her tantalizing ass. As she rode her twat up against his face, he pressed her snatch into his face while his tongue lapped.
The sensation was unbelievable. This wasn't the usual stiff cock she'd occasionally feel pistoning in and out of her. It was a thousand, vibrating, fiery fingers, a churning sea expending its hurricane of uncontrollable forces, a volcano of rocketing fire. She could no longer tell where her own flesh ended and his began. His teeth bit into the hair of her pussy and he almost exploded, feeling it curl between his teeth. God! God! What a great-tasting cunt. What a fabulous box. It smelled good, and tasted even better.
Essie felt something smooth and hard brush against her face, and realized his hard, distended prick was before her with its tightly drawn up sac beneath. Her tongue flicked out to take a first, tentative taste of the cock as she had so often tasted cock before, and now it tasted better, not because it was better but because it was happening now, at this moment. She used her hands to fondle the steel-toughness of the shaft and to steady it so she could completely surround the head with her mouth. Slowly her lips slid down the stiff poker, swallowing more and more of it until her lips rested on his balls. As though a great electrical circuit had been completed, Mickey's tongue moved into the void of her hot, twitching twat, lapping at the juices he was causing to pour out of her.
Essie sucked on the shaft, chewing on the head, nibbling on the base, then let the prong slide out up to the corona, at which point down she went again, engulfing it all. Her head began to thunder up and down, her lips making loud, sucking sounds as her fingers titillated his balls, pressing the delicate nerves where his scrotum met his body. All the time her tongue kept moving around, inflaming his stiff joint all the more. And for every sucking move she made, he countered with a tongue-dip into her burning box. His beard tickled her clitoris, driving her into frenzied ecstasy. Her climax was fast approaching, and the closer it came, the harder she pressed her cunt into his face. It was almost a contest, and Essie both won and lost the contest, because she came long before he, and now the movement of his tongue in her twat became an annoying tickle.
Mickey felt the way her cunt contracted around his tongue and knew she had come. She was sucking in a very half-hearted way now, which wasn't doing him much good. He needed to feel good.
Yanking his burning prick from her mouth, he toppled her onto the bed and rose to his feet. Before Essie could quite understand what was happening, she was on her knees on the bed, her ass facing the standing Mickey, who, pressing his swollen cock to the puckered brown asshole, grabbed her thighs and began pulling her while pushing himself.
"No," she whispered. "Not that. I can't stand that."
Tough, he thought. You came, which means your virgin-tight pussy is even tighter than your asshole right now. And I have a load to drop.
Despite her whispered protestations, he pushed his fat cock forward and the head began parting the tight hole. Her sphincter attempted to resist, but Mickey was in no mood for playing around. He rammed his prong harder and it penetrated, parting the sphincter. He pushed again, feeling the ring of flesh fight his cock, trying to push it out. With an iron grip on her thighs, he yanked her to him while ramming his prick forward once again, and it slammed into her ass. The sphincter, which had been fighting his dick, now began sucking it in, and the tightness surrounding the cock only goaded him into shoving it in further. He rammed it into her ass up to the hilt, then began powering it back and forth, glorying in the way it contracted around his cock, squeezing it, crushing it, voraciously trying to drain it. The asshole opened a bit, adjusting to the swollen cock, but it still gripped it tightly, and Mickey speeded up his fucking.
The sensation became a bit too much for him, rising like searing lava in a volcano rushes to the top, and then he came. It was a maelstrom ripping down the sky, flooding the earth above the highest mountains, reaching to the very depths of Essie as it made Mickey feel turned inside out. He felt flung across the far reaches of eternity for a moment, after which he rocketed right back, slowly, through the eons of time, back to the knowledge he had achieved a fantastic fulfillment. Hell! He'd be damned if he'd leave her, now. It would stay dark for more than five hours yet, and he intended juicing this broad every which way, including ramming his cock into what he believed was her virgin pussy.
Even when he eventually would get his cock into her cunt, it would never occur to Mickey he was not in untouched territory. He would be fucking away on Cloud 9, dry-shooting by the time he pumped her pussy, not really caring because he would be feeling good, and that was all that counted.
The thought of Abby Barnett crossed his mind for a moment, but then he let it fade out. Somehow, in some way, he'd get it up again for Abby. And if he tired, he might, he just might let Dick in on her, afrer all. Mickey hoped Dick was enjoying himself, too.