Chapter 1
It all began with the plane crash. Well, not quite. It started before that with Russell Crawford's phone calls. No, that isn't right either. I guess it really began when I found the snookered tomato in my car. And she was a hell of a well built tomato.
There hadn't been anything special about the evening up until then. I'd had a few drinks in the bar, just sitting and enjoying the feeling of relaxing. I'd been pounding the typewriter pretty hard the last few days, but I knew what I had turned out was good and my publisher was going to like it. And that was fine with me because it kept those lovely checks coming. But I'd promised myself this was going to be a night off, a time to unwind and let some of the tension drain out. A time to forget about my work and soak up a few drinks. And I'd spent the evening doing exactly that.
Of course, I'd been doing something else too while I was enjoying my drinks. Like keeping a careful eye peeled for any promising looking chicks that might wander into the place.
After all, relaxing means more than just stopping work and pouring some drinks down your throat. Relaxing is an art. You work hard for a period of time and the pressure and tension build up, and you have to let it out. But the pressure isn't just in your mind. It's in your body too. And your prick. Well, it affects my prick like that, anyway. It sort of stiffens up when it doesn't get used for a while."
So I knock off from my work for an evening and that helps me relax. And I have a few drinks and that helps some more. But there's nothing like a good piece of ass to complete the process and drain off all the pressure and make a new man out of me.
So I was keeping an eye open for a chick.
But it seemed to be an off night and there wasn't anything that interested me. The only cunt in the place was a faded redhead who was so scrawny she didn't have any shape at all. And she looked so dried up it didn't seem like there would be any juices left in her body, and screwing her would be like sticking your cock into a dry hole. Some fat little bald guy finally bought her a drink and they left together a little later. I mentally wished him luck. I like my sex, but the girl has to be more appealing than that redhead was or it isn't much fun.
But I finally decided I wasn't going to find anything more appealing. Well, the hell with it. I wasn't so hard up that I had to take the first thing that came along, and maybe tomorrow night would be better. I was entitled to another evening to complete my process of relaxing.
I went outside and climbed into my car.
And blinked at the girl.
God only knows where she came from or what she was doing in my car, but there she was at the other end of the seat from me. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her and her head was tilted backward on the back of the seat. She was asleep. I got a little whiff of her breath in the closed-up car and realized she'd been drinking.
She wasn't a bad looking chick at all. In fact, it only took me a moment to decide she was really built. Her blouse bulged nicely where her breasts shoved against the fabric. And her skirt had ridden quite high, revealing her firm trim thighs. Altogether, she was a definite improvement over the scrawny dried-up redhead in the bar.
I wondered just how drunk she was and what I was going to do with her. I knew what I wanted to do with her, but it was a question of how to go about it. With her asleep like that, I could maybe get into position and have my prick inside of her before she woke up. Or I could pull her head down on my lap and get my cock into her mouth. But that didn't particularly appeal to me. If she was drunk enough that she didn't even wake up, it wasn't going to be much fun screwing her. I don't get any kick out of banging cold meat. Neither would I get much of a blowjob out of it if she didn't even wake up. But on the other hand, if she did wake up with my prick in her pussy or her mouth and if she wasn't in a receptive frame of mind, that wouldn't be too good either. She might scream like hell and I was parked on a main street and-no, that could definitely lead to complications.
Baffled, I stared at her. Her tits slowly rose and fell with her breathing. Maybe it was the memory of the scrawny redhead, but I suddenly wondered whether the intriguing bulges in this babe's blouse were caused by the real thing or whether Mother Nature had had a little artificial help. I put a hand on her breast and squeezed. I couldn't be absolutely certain, feeling through her bra like that, but I've had enough experience at feeling tits that I was willing to give odds it was all her own lovely flesh in her bra and no padding.
I squeezed again just to make sure, and that's when I noticed her eyes were open and she was looking at me. I slowly took my hand off her breast and stared back at her. She seemed to be having a little difficulty in focusing her eyes.
And when she spoke it was kind of a mumble that wasn't very clear. It seemed she was saying something about her "antics."
"What?"
She tried again and it came out better. "Where're my panties?"
"Oh, your panties."
"Where are they?"
"Uh-well-I don't know. Where do you usually keep them?"
"They're gone."
"Gone?"
She suddenly tugged her skirt higher and I saw that her panties were indeed gone. At least she wasn't wearing them. In the dim light that filtered into the car I could see the unbelievably thick bush of her cunthair. God, she had a hairy crotch!
"See?" she mumbled.
I leaned a little closer. "See what?"
She yanked the skirt even higher. "My panties-they're gone."
I nodded solemnly. "Yeah, they're gone-that's for sure."
"That's what I said."
"Well, I couldn't tell at first. I thought you were wearing a fur g-string or something."
She giggled. "I can't help it if I have so much hair on my pussy." Then she frowned at me. "Aren't you Raymond?"
"No, I'm Marty-Marty Nolan."
She thought that over. "Oh. My name's Claire. I guess I got in the wrong car. You haven't seen my panties anywhere, have you?"
"No."
"That bastard Raymond took them and left me here."
Whoever Raymond was, it didn't seem to me he was exceptionally bright. If I got a girl's panties off, I sure as hell wouldn't leave without fucking her. Or, on second thought, maybe Raymond had fucked her and kept her panties as a souvenir. A guy can't cut notches in his cock for every girl he screws, so maybe taking her panties was a way of keeping score.
"How'd he get your panties?" I asked.
She giggled again. "I took them off for him."
That was an interesting thought. A girl who takes her panties off for a guy is my kind of girl.
She'd let her skirt drop down again to cover her cunt, but I swept my eyes over the rest of her body again. Her full breasts. Her trim thighs and long legs. Yes, indeed, Claire was my kind of girl. I grinned at my discriminating sense of good taste in passing up the scrawny redhead in the bar.
"That bastard Raymond," said Claire. "I'll never get my pan ties back."
"Well, why don't we forget about him? Let's- uh- take a little ride."
I knew a place in the park, a nice quiet spot that was thickly wooded and would probably be deserted this late in the evening. Even if there were a couple of other people around, they'd be there for the same reason and we wouldn't bother each other.
I didn't know whether Claire was reading my mind, but it almost seemed like it. She dropped her head on the back of the seat again and yawned.
"I'm sleepy," she said. "Would you take me home?"
"Uh-well-I sort of had some other plans for us."
She rested her hand on my thigh and slid it up almost to my crotch. I could feel the warmth of her hand through my pants.
"Please?" she asked.
I sighed. "Okay. Where do you live?"
"A hotel."
"Which one?"
"The big one with the glass doors."
"What the hell do you mean-the big one with the glass doors? There's a lot of them like that. What's the name of the place?"
She yawned again. "I can't remember,"
"Oh, for Christ's sake!"
"The hell with it. Do you live somewhere?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll go to your place."
Things looked better again. My house probably had more possibilities than the park. If she wasn't too damn sleepy when I got her inside, or maybe after she had a short nap-well, hell, one way or the other I ought to get something out of it.
I started the car and pulled away from the curb.
Her hand slid a little further and rested on my prick.
"I like you," she mumbled.
I started to tell her the feeling could be mutual, but she was asleep again.
It's a hell of a way to drive, with a girl's hand lying on your cock. But I wasn't really objecting. My prick was tingling and the pressure of her hand felt good, and I squeezed my thighs together to keep her hand from slipping away.
A light turned red just in front of me and I had to come to a quick stop, but it didn't bother Claire. Looking at her while I waited for the light to change, it occurred to me that I ought to make an effort to get her mind on something aside from sleep.
So I tugged her skirt up and poked my finger in her cunt.
I couldn't get it 'in very far, the way she was sitting with her legs together. But I worked at it for a few seconds and my finger brushed her clit. That woke her up. She looked down' at my hand on her crotch and I wondered if she was going to raise hell.
Instead she peered at me kind of bleary-eyed. "Every time you find a girl asleep, do you go sticking a finger in her pussy?"
I grinned. "Only if she has her panties off."
"That bastard Raymond stole my panties." Suddenly she was annoyed at me as well as Raymond. "What have you got-a short finger? Can't you get it any further into me than that?"
"Not when you keep your legs together that way."
"Oh."
She opened her legs. I sank my finger into her cunt as deep as I could get it, then worked it in and out of her.
"That's nice," she murmured.
I felt her fingers tugging at my zipper and the next instant she slipped her hand inside my pants and her fingers curled around my cock.
Behind me a horn honked and I saw the light had turned green. I started up again and after a few seconds I twisted my head to look at Claire. She was asleep again. Jesus, this was some tomato I'd come up with. With my prick in her hand and my finger in her pussy, she goes to sleep on me. I was going to have a hell of a time getting anything out of her unless I could get her interested in staying awake. I drove with one hand while I kept jabbing my finger in and out of her cunt and toying with her clit, but it didn't seem to help. At least it didn't wake her up, though it may have given her pleasant dreams, judging from the way she smiled once or twice.
But if she wasn't getting excited, I sure as hell was. Her fingers were still curled around my cock. Her hand was warm and soft, and the tightness of my pants pressed her fingers hard against my prick. It was throbbing like mad. Throbbing and swelling. Yeah, I was getting one hell of a hardon. From a tomato who couldn't even stay awake. Son of a bitch!
By the time I finally pulled in my garage, my prick was swollen to its full size and was never going to get any bigger and harder than it was now. I shut off the motor and looked at Claire, I was damned if I was going to carry her inside and upstairs to the bedroom, She was going to have to wake up and move under her own power.
I teased her cunt some more but got no results so I decided I'd have to try something else. I unbuttoned her blouse, then reached down inside the back to unsnap her bra. I pulled the blouse open, shoved the loose bra up and stared at her bare breasts in the light from the dashboard. She had a real pair of tits on her. Big and squashy. And maybe my finger in her pussy had been giving her some pretty erotic dreams at that, because her nipples stood out firm and erect.
I stroked her breasts and squeezed them, gently pinching the nipples. Dropping my head, I licked her nipples, then pulled them between my lips and sucked them greedily. I even bit them with my teeth but that didn't wake her up either.
I groaned in frustration. My cock throbbed and my balls ached so insistently I was half tempted to fuck her right there in the -car while she was sleeping. But I still wanted her awake, damn it, because that would be a hell of a lot better than just sticking it into her while she was out cold.
Well, there was one other thing that might wake her up.
I pulled her hand out of my pants, then struggled to get my rigid prick out. When I 'finally got it free it jutted straight up in the air. Then I pulled Claire toward me, dropping her head toward my lap. I opened her mouth as I lowered her head and eased her mouth down on my cock. I dropped her head further. My prick poked between her lips and I felt her teeth scraping on it. Still I lowered her head until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Then I even pushed her head down a little further.
That did it. She choked twice and raised herself up with a funny gurgle in her throat.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "Do you always go around choking girls with that thing?"
"Only as a last resort when I'm trying to wake them up."
"Okay-so I'm awake."
"Good. Let's go inside."
I unlocked the door from the garage into the kitchen, then steered her in the dark through the house and upstairs. Only when I switched on the light in the bedroom did she finally realize her blouse was wide open and her bra was dangling and her tits were fully exposed.
She sighed. "I guess you had yourself quite a time while I was asleep, huh?"
"It was okay for starters. You're really built, baby."
"Thanks." Her eyes focused on my prick that still jutted upward out of my pants. "And you're pretty well hung. My God, no wonder it choked me! You ought to watch out, the way you stick a thing that size in a girl's mouth'"
"No other girl ever complained."
"Maybe they weren't as sleepy as I am."
She slipped off her blouse and bra. In the full light arid with her naked except for the skirt, I got an even better look at her breasts. And they were really worth looking at. Two firm lush mounds, each one tipped with a hard dark nipple.
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, her tits dangling and swaying as she bent forward. Completely naked now, she raised her arms above her head and stretched. If she had any awareness of her nudity or of the way I was staring at her, she didn't show it. All she did was yawn.
She nodded at the bed. "Is that where I'm going to sleep?"
"That's where you're going to lie down, baby. But you're not going to go to sleep just yet."
She crawled onto the bed and curled up. For a moment I eyed her bare ass that pointed at me, then realized what was happening.
"Goddamn it!" I snarled, and tore off my clothes.
But I was too late. She was asleep.
For a long minute I stood looking down at her naked body. Her breasts moved ever so slightly with her breathing and I remembered the feel of them in my hands. And I remembered my finger in her cunt. My cock still throbbed and my balls : ached, and now with both of us naked in the bedroom I was sure as hell going to do something about it.
I marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then I came back, scooped her off the bed and walked into the shower with her.
She sputtered and yelped, and when I decided she was wide enough awake that wouldn't collapse I stood her on her feet and started soaping her body.
"You bastard," she gurgled. "First you choke me-now you drown me."
I grinned. "You're not drowning, baby-just waking up."
I rubbed her tits, my soapy hands gliding smoothly over her soft skin. Then I stroked down over her belly, caressing the curve of her hips and finally rubbing my hand between her thighs on her crotch. Her thick bush of cunt hair was plastered wetly to her body and a heavy lather built up as I stroked it. After a moment she slid her feet apart, spreading her thighs for me, and once again I got my finger in her pussy.
That seemed to wake her up a little more and she reached for my prick. I had the water running pretty hot because I didn't want any cold water shriveling my harden. My cock still waved stiffly in front of me and she grabbed it with both hands. Her fingers were gentle and experienced as they stroked up and down the length of my prick. The way she did it was exciting as hell and the slipperiness of the soap on her hands made it even more tantalizing. I worked my finger in her cunt a little longer while she played with my cock, then decided I couldn't let her do much more of that or it was going to spoil everything.
Still, I wanted to make sure she was really awake and that a hot shower didn't just lull her back to sleep. So I waited another minute until all the soap had washed off us. Then I suddenly stepped out of the shower, turning the water to cold as I ducked out from under it.
"Jesus!" she screeched.
She gulped and gasped for an instant, apparently rooted to the spot. Then she dove out of the shower so fast she would have fallen if I hadn't caught her. I grinned and started to dry her with a towel.
"That was a lousy fucking trick," she snapped.
"Sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you didn't go to sleep on me again."
Dry, we headed back to the bedroom.
"Well," she sighed. "I'm sure as hell not going to get any sleep until you get rid of that hard on, So you might as well screw me and get it over with."
"You got the message, sweetheart. Lie down."
She stretched out on the bed and shivered. "Goddamn it, you nearly froze me to death!"
"I'll warm you up, baby."
I stretched on top of her. Her skin was still cool and I wondered, if it was going to generate steam from the throbbing heat of my prick as it lay up along her stomach, squashed between our bodies.
I seized her breasts, squeezing them roughly so the soft flesh was bunched up cone-shaped, and I dropped my head and licked "her nipples. In a moment they were as hard and swollen as before. I drew one of them into my mouth and sucked it.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "That feels good."
"Getting warmed up?"
She squirmed beneath me. "You'd better believe it."
"See if this gets you a little warmer."
I slid my body lower and reached down to open her cuntlips. She threw her legs wide apart and I nudged the tip of my cock into her pussy.
"Nice," she breathed. "Get it all the way in me."
Then the telephone rang.
I swore under my breath ... What dumb son of a bitch would be calling me at this time of night? Whoever it was, he could go fuck himself. If he wanted to talk to me badly enough, he could call me back in the morning.
I slid my prick further into Claire's cunt.
"Aren't you going to answer the phone?" she asked.
"Screw the phone."
"Answer it. The goddamn thing bothers me, ringing like that."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!"
I yanked my cock out of her pussy, climbed off the bed and stamped across the room. It was a damn stupid arrangement with the phone on the bureau, and I'd been meaning to have it moved to the nightstand beside the bed but had never gotten around to it. So now some prick calls me while I'm trying to screw a girl and-
I snatched up the phone and snarled into it. "Hello!"
"Marty? This is Russ Crawford."
"Yeah?"
"I was trying to get you all evening but-"
"I was out."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry to bother you but I have to talk to you."
I looked across the room at Claire, just in time to see her yawn and curl up in a tight ball.
"Call me in the morning," I snapped at Russ, and hung up.
I scurried back to the bed and shook Claire. She mumbled in protest but I kept shaking her.
"Wake up, baby. You're about to get laid, remember?"
Her eyes came open half way. "Go ahead and fuck me. Just do it quietly and let me sleep."
"Like hell. I want you awake, sweetheart."
I wrenched her legs apart, got above her and again poked the tip of my cock into her cunt. Only this time I didn't risk any effort to slide into her slowly. I hunched my hips forward and slammed all the way into her pussy with one hard shove.
Her eyes opened wide. "Jesus, you're big!"
"You're awake enough to tell, huh?"
She wiggled her hips and murmured appreciatively. "Mmm, lovely. With a prick that big inside of me, I think I'd better stay awake."
"Good."
"Fuck me, big boy-fuck me hard."
So I fucked her hard. And deep. It had taken me too damn long to get my cock inside of her and now I was going to make up for lost time. I started right off with a fast rhythm and rammed my prick in and out of her cunt with long steady strokes.
But I had hardly gotten going when the phone rang again.
"Oh, God!" I groaned.
I ignored it and kept fucking. Maybe Claire wouldn't notice it.
She noticed. "Answer the goddamn phone."
"Jesus Christ!"
Again I snatched up the phone. "Hello!"
"Marty, it's Russ Crawford again. I'm sorry as hell to bother you like this, but it's important."
"What is?"
"I have to go out of town on business and I'm going to be gone a long time."
"Have a nice trip."
"Thanks. The problem is my niece who lives with me. I don't feel right, leaving her alone for such a long time, and I wonder if it'd be too much trouble if she stayed with you while I'm gone."
I frowned at the phone. Hell, I didn't know anything about taking care of kids. And I sure didn't want to get tied down as a lousy baby sitter.
"She won't be any trouble," said Russ.
"Yeah, well-"
"You'll probably find her a lot of help around the place."
"Maybe. But I-"
"I really would appreciate it."
Across the room Claire yawned again-audibly this time-and started to curl up into her favorite position. Jesus, couldn't that babe stay awake at all?
"How about it?" asked Russ.
I threw a desperate glance at Claire. "Okay-fine. Anything you say."
I think he started to thank me but I'd already slammed the phone down and was on my way back to the bed. I got Claire on her back again with her legs open, and once more I rammed my cock deep in her pussy.
Her eyes opened with a startled look. "What's going on?"
"You're finally going to get screwed, baby."
Then she remembered. "Oh-you're the guy with the great big prick."
"Yeah, and it's all inside of you, honey."
"Mmm, I can tell."
I slid my cock in and out of her a couple of times. It was somewhat surprising, with all the interruptions we'd had, but her cunt was real wet.
I was just settling into a steady, rhythm when the phone rang for the third time. I didn't even wait for Claire to tell me to answer it. I just yanked my prick out of her pussy and reached the phone on the second ring.
"For Christ's sake, Russ!" I barked.
"I'm sorry, Marty. You didn't give me a chance to ask you one more question."
"What?"
"Is it okay if I send Judy over in a taxi in the morning?"
"Judy?"
"My niece."
"Oh. Yeah, sure."
"Thanks. I really appreciate it."
I slammed down the phone and started to turn toward the bed. Then I stopped. That bastard had interrupted me for the last time, and I took the phone off the hook and laid it on the bureau. But as fast as I'd been, Claire was already yawning by the time I got back to her.
"Jesus," she mumbled, "are you going to screw me again? How many times do you have to have it?"
"This is still the first time, sweetheart. But we're going to finish it this time, I promise you."
She spread her legs and I slid my prick into her cunt, and again I started fucking her with hard deep strokes. My cock pulled out so far only the head was still inside of her, then I slammed it back full-length into her pussy. At least all the interruptions hadn't cooled me off. If anything, they'd only made me more anxious. And maybe they'd done the same for Claire. Instead of looking sleepy, she was wide awake now. She locked her legs around my hips, urging me deeper, and little moans of delight bubbled in her throat.
Harder and faster I fucked her. Her body rocked as I battered it and her big breasts danced on her chest. Now her moans became more urgent and she lifted her hips, driving her cunt up at me.
Suddenly she stiffened. "I-I'm-oh Jesus-I'm coming!"
Her body leaped and thrashed. And as I felt her juices flowing, I reached the peak myself. The come shot from my prick and flooded her cunt. One spurt after another I poured into her until it didn't seem she'd have enough room in her body to hold it all and I was sure it must be leaking out of her pussy as fast as I pumped it into her.
Then at last the spurts dwindled and my cock stopped its wild jerking. She let out a long shuddering sigh and lay still. And I sank weakly forward on the bed and was asleep almost as fast as she was.