Chapter 6
"R49?" said Judy, "What's that mean?"
Only the words didn't come out that clearly and it wasn't that easy to understand because she was trying to talk while she had my cock in her mouth.
But I knew what she was saying because she'd been repeating the same thing ever since I'd told her about it. When I finally got home from Kate's, I'd found Judy still waiting up for me-if you call lying naked in bed waiting up for me. She'd said she couldn't go to sleep until she found out what I'd learned at The Pink Elephant. So I'd told her about the letter and the two numbers-R49-although I didn't mention the fact that I'd found them tattooed high on a girl's thigh right next to her pussy. Instead, I merely said Russ had written them down and left them with the girl-which was more or less close to the truth.
The letter and the numbers didn't make any more sense to Judy than they did to me. She kept puzzling over them just as I had done. Even when she decided she was going to suck my prick before we went to sleep, she was still wondering about it and kept trying to talk about it while my cock was swollen to its full size and she had it deep in her mouth.
"R49?" she repeated. "What's it mean?"
"Judy, for Christ's sake! If you're going to talk, okay. But if you're going to suck, then stop talking and suck!"
That didn't stop her, of course. She went right on trying to talk and suck at the same time. In the end, only one thing finally stopped her from talking and that was when I shot my load of come in her mouth. Then she quit talking in a hurry. With the flood I poured in her mouth, I saw her cheeks billow outward momentarily until she remembered to swallow.
And when she'd finally sucked the last drop of come from my prick and swallowed that too, I was too pooped to do any more thinking about Russ Crawford's goddamn mysteries.
"I'm tired," I told Judy.
I didn't explain that I'd had a full evening-watching the strippers and the nearly naked waitresses, fucking Kate and now getting a blowjob at home. I merely said it was late as hell, I was tired and we'd talk about it in the morning.
And I went to sleep.
Then in the morning we talked about it. Or at least Judy did. She woke me up by babbling excitedly about some maps and I let her rattle on all the time we were getting dressed, although I didn't have the faintest idea of what she was talking about. I didn't even try to understand until we'd had breakfast and I settled back with another cup of coffee.
"Okay," I said, "I think the caffeine is working and my brain is about to open up the store. So start over at the beginning and tell me what you're talking about."
She stared at me reproachfully. "You mean you haven't heard a thing I've said?"
"I've been trying not to. Honey, you have to understand-waking up is a slow and painful process for me. My eyes don't focus, my ears have the volume way down low, and my brain isn't plugged in. But I think everything is operating now, so go ahead."
She sighed. "Well, I was lying in bed thinking about that R49 that Uncle Russ wrote down, and I was wondering what it could possibly mean. That's when I thought of a map."
"What map?"
"I don't know."
I shook my head. "I guess one of my circuits is shorted out. I lost you somewhere. What's a map got to do with anything? Especially when you don't even know what map you're talking about."
"You know how you try to find something on a map and the index tells you it's in R49. So you follow the letters across the top of the map until you come to R, and follow the numbers down the side to 49. The square on the map where the letter and the number cross is R49, and that's where you'll find the thing you were looking for."
"So you think R49 means a map reference?"
"It might."
I thought about it. "Yeah, it might, at that."
It sounded kind of screwy, but it probably wasn't any screwier than tattooing the letter and the numbers on a girl's thigh. Maybe Russ had really slipped over the edge in the last couple of years and had prepared some crazy kind of treasure map for us. And maybe the next clue was going to tell us to take seven paces north from the old oak tree or something like that. I shook my head in disgust.
"Well," said Judy, "do you have a map?"
"Sure. I've got lots of maps. Which one do you want?"
"How about a street map of the city?"
"Yeah. At least that's close to home."
I got the map and we spread it out on the table and studied it. But it wasn't very encouraging.
"Hell," I said, "there's nothing there at R49. Part of that square is in the river, and the rest of it is the city dump."
"Well-let's try a map of the state."
"Okay."
That wasn't much better. The square for R49 was at the other end of the state.
I finished my coffee. "Want to try a world map? The way we're going, R49 would probably be the north pole."
Judy heaved a sigh of disappointment. "I was so sure that's what it was. If it isn't a map, what else could it be with letters and numbers like that?"
That was a good question and I turned it over and over in my mind.
"Well," I said, "I can think of at least two possibilities. It could be part of a combination to a lock. Or it could be something written in code."
"What kind of code?"
"Damned if I know. Maybe a number stands for a vowel and a letter stands for a consonant. It could be almost anything. I think your Uncle Russ was pretty kinky."
"I don't think so. The trouble is that we just don't have enough information yet. We have to find out what the second clue means."
I groaned. "The second one? I can't even understand the first one."
"But maybe the second one will help us understand the first one."
I sighed. "Okay. Second clue coming up. Zymm. What the hell's a zymm?"
We went around on that for a long time and we both drew a complete blank. Finally Judy stood up and took her clothes off. Only there wasn't much to take off because she wasn't wearing any bra or panties. She just whipped her dress over her head and that was it. Instant nudity. I stared at her high thrusting breasts and her blonde cunthair.
"Jesus!" I croaked. "What are you doing?"
She opened my zipper and pulled out my cock. "I'm helping you figure out the second clue."
"Like this? You're as batty as your Uncle Russ."
"Well, I was playing with your prick and you fucked me when you figured out the first clue. Maybe it'll work this time."
She played with my cock and stroked it and fondled it and at last she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it.
I squirmed. "I told you it wouldn't work. All you've done is give me a hell of a harden."
She got up and quickly cleared the dishes off the table. Then she lay on the table with her legs wide apart and her ass half hanging off the edge.
"Well," she grinned, "you haven't fucked me yet. Maybe that'll work."
I knew damn well it wasn't going to work, but there was only one way to prove it to her. And besides, I had to do something about the harden she'd given me.
So I stepped in between her legs, speared my prick into her cunt and fucked, her. And when we climaxed together, the violence of it made the old table creak and groan. After it was all over, I pulled my limp cock out of her and shook my head.
"You're a terrific lay," I said, "and I love to get my prick into that pussy of yours. But all that does is drain my balls it doesn't do a thing for my thought processes. I still don't know a damn thing about a zymm."
"I wonder if it's a name."
"The name of what?"
"Of a person." She slid off the table and padded naked across the room. Then she let out a yelp. "Do you have to fill a girl so full of come when you fuck her? It's leaking out of my cunt and running down my leg!"
She grabbed a tissue and stuffed it in her pussy as a blotter. Then she got the phone book and started leafing through it. I peered over her shoulder but her left breast stuck out and blocked my view of the page. Her tit was more interesting anyway, so I just looked at that. And fondled it.
"Here it is!" she said triumphantly. "E. Zymm-73 East 5th."
I shook my head sadly. You had to have a weird mind to figure out something as kinky as that. But at least she had a tremendous body.
Now we had a re-run of the argument we'd had before I went to The Pink Elephant. She was going with me. And it was harder to talk her out of it this time. I wasn't exactly sure why I was trying to talk her out of it, except for the strange place I'd found the first clue. If Mr. Zymm had a wife or a daughter and I had to look for a tattoo up next to her cunt, it wasn't going to be very easy to do it with Judy around. So I argued long and hard, even though I couldn't tell her the real reason. And in the end she finally gave in and I went off by myself to see Mr. Zymm.
He lived in an upstairs apartment and I climbed a flight of steps and rang his bell. But it wasn't Mr. Zymm who opened the door and peered out at me. It was a girl, a brunette wearing a sweater and shorts. The sweater was skin-tight, clasping her breasts almost as tightly as I would have liked to clasp them. And the shorts were very short indeed, giving me a great view of her fine legs. Without realizing it, I spent too much time letting my eyes roam back and forth between her tits and her legs.
"Well," she snapped, "have you seen enough? Or would you rather I took my clothes off so you can see everything?"
"I-uh-I'm sorry. You surprised me-I didn't expect to see a beautiful girl. I came to see Mr. Zymm."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you trying to pull? There's no Mr. Zymm here."
"This is his apartment, isn't it?"
"This is my apartment. I'm Ellen Zymm."
E. Zymm-Ellen Zymm. I should have known. With Russ involved, it had to be a girl living here.
I tried to start over again. "My name is Nolan-Marty Nolan. I'm a friend of Russ Crawford's and I-"
Her manner changed instantly. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Come on in."
I followed her into the room, watching the interesting movements in her shorts as she walked. I hadn't realized until now that her shorts were just about as tight as her sweater, and her ass jiggled and swayed in an intriguing way with every step she took.
She sat on a sofa. "So you're a friend of Russ Crawford's. Good old Russ. It's a damn shame he was killed in that plane crash."
"Yeah."
Now that she was sitting down and I couldn't look at her ass any more, my eyes were drawn to her tight sweater and the way it bulged with the thrust of her breasts. But after the way I'd stared earlier I decided I'd better not do it again, so I pulled my eyes away and idly glanced around the room.
I blinked in surprise. For a moment I thought I was in an art gallery or something. She chuckled at my surprise.
"I'm a photographer," she said.
"Oh."
There were pictures everywhere. All sizes and shapes. The walls were covered with them and it looked as if she'd run out of space because lots of others stood on the floor leaning against the wall. The subjects were varied too. There were landscapes and still life and portraits. But mostly portraits. It seemed she liked to photograph people most of all. There were even a couple of nudes.
"How do you like my work?" she asked.
"Very good."
"Have you done any photography work yourself?"
"No, it's strictly out of my line. I don't know a damn thing about it."
"The ones I like best are over there. I'm really proud of these."
I followed her across the room and she went through a pile of pictures that were leaning against the wall. She chattered on at great length, explaining about contrast and composition and several other things that apparently determined whether a picture was good or bad. They all looked good to me, but when she got near the end of the pile there was one that caught my interest and looked better than all the rest.
It was a nude, a full-length nude. I looked at it closely, studying the lush body of the model, then turned to her with a puzzled look on my face.
She nodded and grinned. "That's right-it's me. Do you like it?"
I peered at the picture again. At the jut of her full breasts and the curve of her hips. Her body was slightly turned in such a way that there was a faint shadow across her crotch, but I could still see the tangled thatch of her cunthair.
"Yeah," I said. "I like it."
"I thought you didn't know much about photography."
"Well-"
She laughed. "I know-you weren't looking at it; from a photographic viewpoint, but from a biological one."
"Uh-something like that."
"I guess you're even hornier than your friend Russ. Show a man a picture of a naked girl and-Hell, it didn't give you a harden, did it?"
"Of course not."
"Okay. I just wondered."
She had pulled the picture out of the pile and stood it by itself, and I looked at it again.
"I thought you were the photographer," I said, "How come you're the model there-who took the picture?"
"I did. It's a self-portrait."
"Yeah? How do you take a picture of yourself?"
"You have a timer on your camera. You set it so you have enough time to get in place, and then the timer snaps the picture."
"Ingenious," I murmured, still looking at the photograph.
"Of course, it's hard to get a good self-portrait, There's nobody behind the camera to tell you how you look or to turn this way or that way."
"Well, any time you want to take that one over again, I'll be glad to stand behind the camera and tell you how you look."
She laughed again. "I'll just bet you would."
Then her laugh faded and she got an odd look on heir face. Without saying anything, she walked around me a couple of times, then came back to face me and stared at me closely.
"I'd like to do a portrait of you," she announced.
I was on the point of telling her to forget it, when I remembered I'd come here looking for information on Russ's second clue. And that meant I couldn't antagonize her.
So I nodded doubtfully. "Well, maybe. We'll talk about it sometime when-"
"Let's do it right now. I want to get a good front view that'll show those broad shoulders of yours."
It seemed like I ought to feel slighted because she only wanted my head and shoulders. After all, my chest is pretty broad too.
"Well," I said, "you'll probably want everything down to the waist, won't you?"
"More than that, It'll be a full-length portrait."
"Oh. That's nice."
"Fine. You take your clothes off and I'll get my equipment ready."
I gaped at her. "Take my clothes off?"
"Of course. How else can you pose for a nude portrait?"
I blinked. "Nude? Front view? Full-length? You mean with my-my bare-"
"Your bare penis? Certainly."
"Now just a cotton-pickin' minute. If you think I'm going to pose-"
She sighed. "Oh, God-the false modesty of the male!"
"It's not modesty. It's just-"
"You didn't see anything wrong with that nude portrait of me."
"Well-no, but-"
"You think it's fine for a girl to pose in the nude and show her breasts and her crotch."
"Yeah, but™"
"Then why shouldn't a man show his prick?"
"Well, that's different. Besides, if you get a nude picture of me, how the hell do I know who you'll sell it to? I wouldn't want-"
She rolled her eyes upward. "I promise I won't sell it to anyone but you."
"Me? Jesus, why would I want a picture of myself? I can just look in the mirror and-"
She grinned. "You can frame it and hang it on the wall. Think of the impression it'll make on the girls you bring home to see your etchings."
Maybe she had a point but I wasn't too impressed. I just wanted to get her mind off that crazy picture and get on with the business that had brought me here.
"Look," I said, "forget the portrait. I wanted to talk to you about Russ Crawford."
Her jaw set stubbornly. "No. We won't talk about anything until I do a nude portrait of you."
I groaned. Good old Russ had really gotten me into a fine mess this time.
"I'll tell you what," said Ellen. "If you're embarrassed by being nude in front of a girl, I'll take my clothes off too. Will you be less self-conscious if we're both naked?"
That might make it a little better. I glanced at her picture again, then turned back to swept my eyes up and down her body. O thought, that would make it a tot better.
I nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea."
She grinned. "I had a feeling you'd think so."
It seems that as a photographer's model, you don't take your clothes off the way everyone else does. I mean, you don't just stand there and peel-you have to go behind a screen and do it. At least that was the way Ellen arranged it. I undressed slowly while I heard her moving around in the room. Then, nude, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the screen.
Ellen was naked too.
I watched her as she fiddled with her camera and the lights, and I realized the portrait hadn't done her justice. Her breasts were bigger than they looked in the picture, full firm mounds that jutted proudly from her chest. When she walked they had a delightful bounce, and when she bent over they dangled enticingly. And that shadow across her crotch in the picture had been misleading too. Now I realized she had a rather sparse crop of pubic hair and a couple of times when she was in just the right position I could see the edges of her cuntlips through the thin hair.
At last she had things arranged and motioned me into place.
"You stand right here," she said. "That's it. No, turn a little more this way."
She walked back to her camera and I wished I had a camera of my own. A movie camera that would capture the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her bare ass.
Taking a picture seemed to be a lot more trouble than I had realized. She'd stand by the camera and study me, then walk back and arrange me just a little differently. Each time she walked toward me I had a lovely view of her bouncing tits and when she went back to the camera it was the view of her jiggling ass. And in addition to that, there were the long moments when she stood close to me and tried to get me in just the right position. Jesus, you stand there with a naked girl that close to you and you can't move and you can't touch her-it's a hell of an experience. She put her hands on my hips to turn me a bit to the side, and her fingers were warm and soft. A couple of times she was so close her nipples brushed my .arm and the contact was like a jolt of electricity through my body. And once-Christ, once she took my cock her hand and moved it so it would hang a different way. Her touch was gentle and exciting as hell and my prick tingled like mad. I couldn't help squirming a little.
Annoyed, she said, "Hold still."
"Uh-well-your hand-playing with my cock-"
"I'm not playing with it. I'm arranging it-like I did with your arm and your shoulder."
"Yeah, well-it doesn't quite feel the same as my arm and my shoulder."
Finally it seemed everything was properly arranged and she stood at the camera for a last inspection.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Hold it just like that."
There was a clicking sound and I was recorded on film.
"Shit!" she said.
"What?"
"You ruined it."
"I didn't do a damn thing."
"You got a hardon. I didn't notice that."
I looked down at my prick. It wasn't swollen to its full size, but it sure as hell wasn't limp either. It had stiffened enough that it jutted out from my crotch.
"Well," I said, "that's what happens when a girl runs around naked. And when she touches it."
She glared at my cock. "Well, don't just stand there. Get rid of that damn hardon."
"How?"
"I don't know. How do you usually get rid of one?"
"Uh-well-I don't know whether you'll appreciate this, but there's only one sure way to get rid of a hardon."
"I suppose you have to fuck a girl."
"That generally works."
She considered it briefly, then grinned. "I guess it would be a shame to waste that hardon. Let's go in the bedroom."
She padded ahead of me and again I eyed the jiggle of her ass as I followed her. Then she climbed on the bed and stretched out on her back.
"To tell the truth," she said, "I got a little worked up myself with your bare prick hanging out like that. Would you-do me a favor?"
"Like what?"
She spread her legs. "Eat me."
I got into position with my head between her thighs and pulled her cuntlips open. Then I poked my tongue into her pussy.
She gasped.
I let my tongue crawl up and down in her cunt, lightly licking the pink folds of her flesh. Every now and then, for variety, I shoved my tongue into her hole, stiffening it and drilling it into her as far as I could get it. And at last I moved up further and licked her clit. She liked that particularly. She groaned and squirmed beneath me and her fingers rummaged through my hair as she pressed my head harder against her pussy. And while I licked her clit, I got my finger into her too and worked it in and out in a slow easy motion.
After while she was suddenly worried. "Your cock isn't getting soft, is it?"
"Hell, no."
"You'd better bring it up here and let me make sure."
Why not? I swung my body over her so my prick dangled above her face. And she didn't hesitate. She grabbed it and slipped it in her mouth.
She was a pretty good cocksucker. My prick slid in and out between her soft lips and she swirled her tongue around on it at the same time. And while she was busy doing that, I still had my head between her legs, licking her hard clit and drilling my finger in and out of her cunt.
Finally she let out a low moan. "Marty?"
"Yeah?"
"I-I think you'd better fuck me-before it's too late."
I swung around on the bed and she eagerly tugged her cuntlips open for me. The tip of my cock nudged her pussy.
"Hurry up!" she panted. "Get it in me!"
I gave one push and buried my prick to the hilt in her cunt.
"Mmm!" she breathed.
I started my motion, sliding my cock in and out of her in easy strokes. Her big tits jiggled slightly, their hard nipples pointing at the ceiling. I seized a breast in each hand, squeezing and mauling them roughly. And I couldn't help chuckling to myself as I mentally thanked Russ for sending me around to fuck all these girls of his.
Russ.
Jesus Christ, the goddamn clues!
I'd been so engrossed in Ellen's naked body on the bed that I'd forgotten all about the clues. I should have looked for a tattoo when I had my head between her legs and was licking her pussy.
Well, better late than never. While I fucked, I looked. I examined her thighs, searching all the way up to her crotch. There was no tattoo. I combed through her thin cunthair but still didn't find anything. On her stomach or her tits would be too plainly visible and it couldn't be there. I lifted her legs, shoving them up hard against her breasts and searching the back of her thighs and her rounded ass. Still nothing. I was so busy hunting for the tattoo Ellen complained about my fucking.
"You're not in me deep enough," she said. "Do it harder-harder and deeper."
I slammed my prick into her pussy and fucked her hard with savage full-length strokes. She responded eagerly, lifting her hips from the bed and driving her cunt up at me. And still I wondered where that goddamn tattoo was.
Then suddenly there wasn't time to worry about the tattoo. There was only a compelling pressure in my balls, a pressure that couldn't be contained any longer. Somewhere down there a dam burst and a flood of hot come poured from my cock. She gave a little scream as the first blast spurted deep in her pussy and she went wild beneath me in the throes of her orgasm. Each succeeding jet that I pumped into her seemed to make her even more frantic and her frenzied bucking made my prick spurt its come even harder and deeper into her.
Then the wildness gradually passed. Her body slowly quieted and my cock seemed to die. With an exhausted sigh, I eased myself forward onto the bed and fell asleep.