Chapter 1
"Quick, quick!" Olivia burst from the house, racing toward the swimming pool. Her bare feet made slapping sounds on the wet tiles, her red hair was flying and the air rushing into her open blouse filled it in a way her bosom couldn't.
"Quick," she gasped.
I was lying on the diving board, my arms cushioned beneath my head, basking in the hot sun like a happy cat. I had heard Olivia coming; I'd have to be deaf not to. The bitch made more noise than a team of circus elephants. But what the hell was the trouble? Probably another bill collector was in the vicinity.
"Now what?"
When I raised my head, blinking moisture from my eyes, streams of hot sweat rolled down my forehead, sliding along my nose. The silly ass of a girl was standing there in her faded jeans completely out of breath.
"We've got to be quick, I said."
Oh Jesus God, what was wrong with this damned hippy? Since I had picked up her and her damned husband a week ago my peace had vanished. They had moved into this house I had rented and taken it over completely. The liquor supply was depleted, the food was down to maybe an old slice of bread and I had to hide money from them.
She was pulling her blouse out of her jeans, unbuttoning it so that her breasts popped out. The sight of those neat, round boobs brought me off the diving board in a hurry.
"What in hell are you doing?" I faced her, looking up a bit for she was five foot nine, an inch taller than me. A bit too slender also for my taste but still in all well curved.
"Sam heard it on the radio, something about trouble in the government with Makarios and he's gone to the city to buy a newspaper. You always wanted to bang me, I mean you've been lusting after me for the week I've been here, so now's your chance."
"Screw you! Now!"
"It would take him at least a half-hour. We can manage ourselves a quickie."
Trouble with the government. Ohh, man, I was a tourist and damned unwilling to be caught in a crossfire if a civil war erupted. My eyes flicked toward the house, thinking I ought to rush in there and phone the Consulate for advice.
Olivia was peeling off her jeans, rolling the ancient moth-eaten garment down her everlastingly long, slim legs. Her panties, once blue, were faded to a variety of colors and threadbare.
A little bewildered, I watched her transformed from a loud-mouthed hippy into a slender but curvaceous and desirable creature. Her pubic bush, lighter in hue then her long, flowing hair, was thick, a regular forest. Her belly was round, sunburned and inviting. Her breasts were good, ball-shaped with the pinkish nipples shooting skyward.
Naturally I had an erection but God, a war was pending and I should be at the radio, not screwing.
"Hell, Olivia...I don't know."
"You don't know!" She put her hands on her hips. "But you've been hot for me, for crissakes! And you've got a damned hard-on like a baseball bat, anyone can see that. What in hell you mean you don't know?"
"Well the situation must be damned serious for a lazy bastard like Sam to get off his ass and rush off for a newspaper."
"Look, trouble or no trouble I am damned tired of getting it from Sam alone. Crissakes, I'd like to know what your prick is like."
She turned to go into the house, rolling her bare ass in an obscene manner. The twist and turn of that ass, the round cheeks rubbing one against the other created such a sexual turmoil that a jolt of electricity scorched my spine.
My bathing shorts were left on the tiles, next to her garments, and then I was racing after her, my penis broomstick-hard and leading the way. She squealed and leaped into the front room, sprinting over the tables and dodging me. Her evasive behavior only increased my excitement, causing vibrations to course through my body and my heart to pound violently.
A chair was knocked over, a lamp went flying and a pile of magazines and books which I had stacked so neatly rumbled during the pursuit. When at last she ceased, and stood like a female warrior with her legs apart and ready for battle, my blood was feverish.
"Screw me!" Her breasts, with the nipples very much enlarged, were rising and falling rapidly.
"I intend to."
There was no time to lead her into the bedroom so we had to attend to business on the rug. Her arms snapped about my neck and we exchanged the first, burning kisses. As her breathing became louder my senses soared. She gasped for breath when my hand searched her round thighs. Then I found her bush, all thick but soft, and my finger became entangled in the hairs before dipping into the slit.
"Oooohhh my God, Frankie!"
Her face reddened, her eyes went drowning and the tall, slim girl arched, bringing her twisting ass up off the rug. She weakened, her arms falling away as my finger performed. The lips of her vagina softened and the walls within became damp. The tip of my finger flicked over the little button of a clitoris, snapping at it, and the poor girl screamed.
"Just getting you all nice and wet."
"I'm wet, I'm wet! Ooohhh God, and I'm hot too...oooohhhh!" Her thighs flew apart, her body quivered and her ass, those round balls ground together over the rug.
She began to move fast, slamming up at me and punching back down with her bottom. My finger rubbed back and forth rapidly, creating the wildest pleasure possible and-she came!
I went deaf from her shouts. Man, did that girl let out some yells at the moment of climax. But I was wild too, panting loudly and in a hurry to penetrate her.
Olivia widened the spread of her thighs, grasped my shaft and directed it to her love nest. I was sucked into a swamp, sticky wet, boiling hot, juicy. For a moment I sank down to the hilt, feeling my sack of balls swing against the division of her rump.
"Ahhh, I waited a whole week for this!"
"Ahhh, yes, yes...it feels soo good...you will see it's worth waiting...for. Ahhh, you're bigger than Sam! Harder, too! He comes too quickly, the bastard!"
"Baby, you got me so goddamned hot I don't know if I can last long."
"Move, man, move! Bang the ass off me!"
I squeezed her breasts, pinched the nipples, then reached under to grab the twisting, fiery cheeks of her ass. Her fingers were in my hair, her kisses getting hotter as I moved.
It seemed that the muscles in my penis were more swollen, an indication of a due orgasm. So I slowed, falling easily, but resting atop her each time. She wrapped her legs about my waist, crushing the breath from my body while she said, "That's it. . . slow, slower!"
"Good!" We had settled into a steady rhythm, with her falling back as I rose and coming up to meet me as my body went down. In this way the shaft was sunk deeper and then pulled out far with her vaginal lips wrapping around the tip.
"Am I a good fuck?"
"Fantastic!"
"Worth waiting for, eh?"
"For a long girl you can move."
"I am long...yeah...but I have got a shape, all curves and...ooohh, God, I flunk it's happening! Ooohhh, noooo, noooo!"
My movements quickened, taking up more speed, digging deeper and harder. Olivia swallowed, caught her breath and twisted under me like a tornado, squeezing the life from me with her slim but strong legs and bounding up off the rug rapidly. She was so vigorous, so strong that I was carried up off the floor, actually suspended. Again the yelling as she came but my weapon heated her more, goading her into furious action, heightening her lust. Her flow was so copious that my dingus drowned there in the love cave. When she fell back, no longer moving, the light in her blue eyes had dimmed. The flesh of her breasts had tightened, her face was unnaturally red and she was under me like a dead person. Finished.
"You okay, baby?"
"Two...orgasms...one with your finger...one with your prick...ooohhhh, please, please, give me a third."
Fortunately my time was still not too close so it was possible to gift this redhead with another climax. The walls of her business had contracted after the coming, tightened about my joint, permitting too little movement. As I rose there was a sucking sound and the cream bubbling up out of her cleft seeped through the red pubic hairs, going in different directions down her thighs.
The feeling of that love juice increased my desires and I rammed the girl, really thrusting into her. Olivia shivered, made a whining sound but returned to life, kissing me hotly and entwining her limbs about my rising and falling body.
"Yes, oh, yes, ooohhh, yessss!"
My hands clasped the wonderfully round and firm globes of her bottom and held on tight for a first-rate ride. Her mouth was pressed to mine and our tongues started to duel. Then that ass that my palms captured started its impossible revolutions, rubbing around like a machine. Her thighs sliding up and down mine were constantly busy and with our pubic hairs rubbing crisply together I was carried off into paradise.
Sometimes as she bent, bringing me up high, her lovely round breasts seemed to float upward, getting larger, alabaster white against the brown of her body. Then, the muscles leaped into her arms, her pink tongue flicked at my lower lip and I melted.
"Aghhh, baby!"
"Make me come, Frankie...make me come...ahhhh, make me, make...meeeee!"
Now her rear end was punching up, trying to unseat me, and the foaming juice was sliding out of her slit, burning my staff like a boiling cream. As I huffed and puffed like a long-distance runner my strength was re-gathered and my strokes were doubled. I was terribly intoxicated from desire and having this slim redhead under me so drunk from lust. The result of our coupling brought us both to the edge of insanity.
Her vagina was tight, muscular, snapping at the thing thrusting into her. She kept tossing her head about, wincing and gritting her teeth, begging me to ruin her. The way she jerked under me, nearly tearing off my member, brought a new and highly unexpected pleasure.
As the lips of her business compressed like a ring about my tool I burrowed deeper. I was grunting but she was gasping and squirming, going wild with lust. Her shoulders were pressed hard into the dirty rug and the action of her ass became violent.
The moment finally drew near. The long body on the rug shuddered in a paroxysm of passion, the hot moisture came bubbling up out of her slit and Olivia yelled:
"Owww...owwww, you son of a bitch Frankie...no, no, nooo, stop...stop it!"
While her body jerked upward convulsively I thrust rhythmically in and out, my tool leaping within the soft, wet depths. I experienced a crazy sensation, a sure signal that I was about to come.
"Now...baby!"
"Awwwww!" Her body bent, lifting me off the floor so easily. Her legs, with the feet firmly planted were rock hard and I was suspended, unable to move. "Frankieeeeee!"
Olivia fell back, her body and her round buttocks really coming down so hard that the room shook. BLAM! She jerked and trembled as the climax possessed her, tortured out of her mind.
My instrument bathed in the hot flow but plunged deeper. Power was mine as I battered her into that dirty rug, surging in and out, in and out, my eyes bulging as I came. Suddenly, it happened and I stiffened. Then-the hot and sticky sperm spurted out of my weapon and I rose and fell, rose and fell and-collapsed.
It took several minutes before either of us could speak and then I was out of her, my strong manhood reduced to something small and dangling. She rose by degrees, stretching, then kneeling, then clutching a table for support until finally she made it, her long lovely legs trembling.
"Ohhh, Frankie, that was something. Three times!"
My desire was dimmed and I could only think of cleaning up so that her shitty husband wouldn't catch on. We raced for the bathroom, showering together, taking turns soaping each other down. Olivia twisted too much under the spray, allowing me full use of her long body. Her breasts, so round and heavy, were still tight from passion, the nipples ever thick. Just passing the soap over them got me all hot and bothered.
"Olivia?"
She came too close and my penis, on the rise, slid up between her long, rounded thighs. The instant the tip encountered the tightly-closed lips of her freshly washed vagina. There was a response and I got as hard as concrete.
"Ohhh, no, Frankie, no, no...there's not much time. That bastard'll be here."
"Ahhh, baby, you feel sooo good! Your skin's so soft and shiny, and that ass!" The soap slid from my hand and my fingers traced the balls of her buttocks. The muscles came to life there, and the cheeks contracted, sucking together. "No, Frankie!"
She leaped from the tub and ran out of the bathroom, dripping water all over the place. Slowly, with a sigh, I turned off the faucets, reached for the towel and dried myself off. Damn, this time I would have given her a first-class screwing, really brought her up twice the three times that she came.
Cursing, I stood on the tiny rubber mat and smiled at my reflection in the long mirror hung opposite the large bathtub. The owner of the house probably enjoyed the spectacle of himself bathing. Me, I thought it a ridiculous place to hang a mirror.
My brown hair, badly in need of a trimming, looked black when wet and my brown eyes looked sad, too sad. But I appeared healthy, my body well-exercised, free of fat, and the lines of worry that had ruined my face were gone.
No one would recognize me. The man facing me looked 30 years of age. Turn the clock back a few months and I would be looking at a harassed and frightened character of 35. Money made the difference.
A broken marriage, alimony payments, a job I hated, too many bills, and friends with no one except the owner of a liquor store who kept me regularly supplied with alcohol. An existence rather than a life, with little reason for that. Then a lucky break...illegal, it was true, but a fortune was placed in my hands and suddenly a new life was mine.
As I peered through the bathroom window I sighted Olivia near the pool, already dressed in her hippie outfit. The sun was still high, brightening the redness of her wet hair, and fresh breezes came down from the hills, flowing about the house, causing the water in the swimming pool to ripple.
A wonderful life! And-I just had a wonderful screw. Who in hell could ask for anything more? I went into the bedroom to dress and my mind started returning to the past. Perhaps I wished to make comparisons between then and now to develop a stronger appreciation of current moments.
But the review of the past was aborted with the abrupt arrival of Olivia's husband. The bearded bastard Sam ran up to her shouting that war had come to Cyprus.
Within a few hours we were packed and down at the docks, mobs of vacationers suddenly turned into refugees eager to be carted away to safety by British ships. I stood there, bidding good-bye to the lovely house I could not see, the hot sun and all the brown-bodied girls.
Damn but I was miserable. From happiness to horror because of a stupid war.
People all about me were chattering excitedly, frightened they would be left behind. But I stood in silence, returning to the past, thinking of all the things that had happened. A troublesome, if interesting existence and it had started, I suppose, back in Greenwich Village, with the beauteous Jeannette Cosmo....