Chapter 4

We had rested for perhaps a half-hour, at times talking but mostly just lying there, resting. I heard about her aunt who owned this apartment, something about her being a nymphomaniac, but I was too tired to listen.

Barbara shook me just as I was dozing off and requested another turn. I gave it to her this time, making her climax like a madwoman, but that wasn't enough for the little bitch.

After the third screw I was worn out "Baby, do you know what time it is? The sun will soon be up."

"Are you a man or a little boy?"

"I am human!"

This time she climbed on me, working my instrument up into her, and started slamming down with her ass. It began to hurt and I cried enough but she was determined for a release.

"Oooohhhh, ooooohhhh, oooohnhh!"

"Listen," I tried to move in unison with her but I was goddamned beat. "Did you say your aunt was a nympho?"

Her breasts swung like bells across my face as her rear end came up and went down. "Yes, yes, she...is."

"And what the hell are you?"

She slid up and down the shaft, always rotating her finely shaped rump, grinding away on me, grinding me down into the bed. "Just...a...girl...who has needed this...for a long, long time."

God came to my rescue when she climaxed and rolled over. My penis drooped to nothing and I lay there, a dead man, gasping his last breath. The smartest thing to do would be to get the hell out, but I could not move.

When the sun flowed in the bitch woke me up and stated with a smile that it was time for a little more action. Not this time, I mumbled. Her efforts to harden me failed. Lips, tongue, teeth, fingers, nothing worked.

"You're no man! You're a lousy homo!"

"Yeah, yeah!" I tried to sleep but she kept a hand on my shoulder to shake me at steady intervals.

"Frankie, you don't know how you took me to heaven. Darling, I had a climax for the first time. Ohhh, please!"

"Baby...you had more than one...now listen, I am ruined and you'll have to get a doctor and an ambulance...I just can't!"

"Shitty bastard! Call yourself a man!"

Barbara opened her long legs, explored up high between her thighs, worked a finger into her business and began to twist her bottom lasciviously, gasping all the while.

I opened one eye to watch. As she plunged her finger into her vagina the digit emerged shining wet. I saw also that uncontrollably her belly was rippling of its own accord.

"Now, now, now!"

Her entire body, working in unison with the thrusts, jerked spasmodically. The legs bent and wobbled, the belly rolled up and down, her curved hips worked. She twisted about energetically, her dark hair flying, her eyes rolling.

"Aiiii yieeee!" She bared her teeth like a snarling dog. Suddenly, she fell over on her side, pumping away with her buttocks and then going stiff. I could see her shoulders working as she gasped for breath. I rested a hand on her back and it came away hot and wet

"Are you all right?"

"Yes...now I can sleep."

In the morning she rose to open the windows and allow cool air to circulate. Then she tossed her hair back and stood there, naked, looking down at me. There was a dreamy expression on her face and she no longer resembled the hippy maiden who hung about Greenwich Village. Now she was a lusty temptress, her body all curving and alive and rosy-hued, her half-closed eyes challenging, her lush mouth parted.

I watched her gestures, her motions so animal-like, the breasts so sculptured. An itch started somewhere high up in my chest. It traveled rapidly, shooting spark-like to my belly and then nestling deep within my groin. My hands quickly formed a wedge to burrow between my thighs.

"Now you are becoming a man again, eh Frankie, just watching me walk about has hardened you."

I nodded, too aroused to speak. Nor did I resist when this young girl shoved me back against the pillows, entered the bed and applied her open mouth to my privates. Her tongue, coarse, almost like sandpaper, lapped me up and I twisted, responding to the wild sensation.

My legs closed like a vise on Barbara's head. She maintained a grip with the aid of ten fingers biting into my bottom. The tongue did its job, curling and uncurling and lashing out at my hardness. My body jerked and I choked as the faucet within my loins opened.

Man did I flow! like a victim of a disease I suffered terrible tremors. My entire body rippled, my shoulders quivering, my rear end pumping. It was a delirium and I rolled all over the bed.

At last, lying back, catching my breath I felt her silky hair tumble down upon my quaking body. She straddled me, her curved thighs all fiery and muscled. Then she licked all the sweat from my upper body, and slowly, inch by inch, she worked her open and closed mouth down.

Strangely enough her throbbing lips built the sensation up and once more my penis hardened.

That morning we tried everything. We lay atop each other, first she on me, then reversing the positions. I bit into her belly, mashed her breasts together and screwed her savagely. We used our mouths to search every bit of the other's skin, the armpits, the insides of the thighs, the privates, going on and on until the bed was an absolute mess.

What I did not learn from young Barbara that morning was simply not worth learning. Later, after we had washed and dressed, each of us discovered a reluctance to return to Greenwich Village.

"But we can't remain here, in a strange apartment."

"It's my aunt's."

"Still, she wouldn't approve."

"We haven't wrecked it, have we? The sheets on the bed can be changed. All we've used are towels and some of her soap. Hell, we haven't even examined the kitchen to see what's in there in the way of food."

"Speaking of food!"

Barbara agreed, it was time for nourishment. She put a pot of coffee on the fire and prepared bacon and eggs. While she cooked she told me about her Aunt Marcia, a tall, too heavy blonde woman who from her description reminded me of Jeannette Cosmo.

"She's blonde, and a bit too heavy but men love that flesh. They love to grab those big tits or squeeze her big ass!"

"A pity that it was so damned dark and I couldn't see her."

"What good would it have done you? It would have just worked you up." "I did get worked up."

"All right, and you took it out on me. Was I so bad? Bah! She's too fat! But all the same the men love her."

"Listen, Barbara, there was no difficulty. entering you, so why do you insist that you were a virgin?"

"But I was. Ohh, I fooled around, of course. I think that by the time I was sixteen my breasts had been squeezed and my ass pinched and stroked by a hundred different boys. But not one got into me. Some even stripped me naked and put their tongues into the right place but that was all going in, a tongue and nothing else."

"I don't know, it sounds weird to me."

"Oh, I lost my hymen a long time before, horseback riding and doing gymnastics and dancing, so there was never a wall there. But believe me, your organ was the first to go in."

A virgin. Okay, if she claims she was let's let it go at that. However, in my mind she was still nympho and-trouble of sorts. I was still not forgetting her behavior at dinner and those expensive drinks.

Trouble awaited me everywhere; my destiny it seemed. But I always fought it even if it was an unconquerable enemy. Obviously Barbara was trouble. The best thing was to flee, leave her in this bed where she had been deflowered and get back to my Greenwich Village dump.

Her aunt walked in.

The same big blonde Marcia who had been pounded into joy by some character named Arnold came home, saw in seconds what was happening, in fact what had happened, and raised hell.

I looked a perfect idiot running naked for my clothes. The aunt called me a child molester despite the fact that Barbara was old enough to vote, a rapist, although it was the other way around, and a seducer. Obviously she knew Barbara had been a virgin.

Apologies were futile. I dressed haphazardly, avoided Barbara lying there in the bed crying and tried to get out. Aunt Marcia was in the hallway, standing before the door.

"Swine!"

"Look, I didn't want to come up here in the first place. Second, I didn't force Barbara in to bed at gun point. She wanted to go."

Wham! Bam! Dear blonde Auntie gave it to me across the face, left and right. The door was opened and with my head reeling I was pushed unceremoniously out. Some people waiting to take the elevator down drew back in alarm. They couldn't be blamed. Here is a guy getting the shit beaten out of him by some fat blonde. It should draw attention.

I rode down in the elevator with them, too ashamed to offer explanations. My eyes were riveted to the floor. In the street I started to hail a taxi, then remembered the amount of money I had dropped on Barbara. Thus, I opted for a bus.

Nearing my apartment building I noticed a man sitting in a car smoking. He seemed to catch my approach by looking up into the rear-view mirror. We exchanged looks but he turned away.

Just as I stepped inside one of the other tenants, a black man who I knew for a fact pushed heroin up in Harlem, signaled to me. We shook hands and I asked him how the trade was.

"Not bad, you know man, the cash flows but the trouble is I can't get the stuff. My supply is ceasing. Anyway, I better cool my operations for a while."

"It's a wonder the cops haven't gotten to you yet."

"Those that know get paid off."

He was a weird one, this pusher, tall, near-black in complexion, dressed in Super Fly clothes, leather pants, high-heeled red shoes, a wide belt, frill-front silk shirt, a long silk coat and a blue wide-brimmed hat. He wore a wig and had grown a moustache like a pirate's.

"Listen," I said. "Somehow I have the feeling I am being followed. Men pop up in the damnedest places."

"Stud out there in that old car, for instance, man?"

"Exactly."

"I thought it was the law, man, on to me. But nobody, I mean nobody, man, knows I live here. My business is conducted in Harlem and my clients think I live up there in that ghetto. No daddy, he's on to someone else. like maybe you."

"I am clean."

"That blonde you bring here to scream her ass off. That older woman. Married, isn't she?"

I caught the drift of his question. "Her husband, maybe."

"No maybe. That bastard out there is probably a private detective. Cool the scenes you make with that blonde, man."

As he turned away I stopped him. "Say...ahh, what do you know about Barbara?"

"The dancer? The skinny chick?"

"Yes."

"Lovely, daddy, lovely. Cute little ass on her." He held out his big hands. "Fit right in there, man."

"She screwing for anybody?"

"Nobody in this house. Least none I know of. Why? You interested?" "Against my will."

"Ohhh, I see. She's interested in you. Well, man, enjoy it while you can."

Upstairs I took a shower, shaved, settled in clean clothes, and began making notes for future articles. The business with Barbara was annoying, wonderful piece of ass that she had been. No one--likes being slapped about.

I made something to eat, played the radio and occasionally glanced out the window. The car with the watching man had gone. But I wouldn't breathe easier. There was a certainty that some other man would take his place.

Toward evening Jeannette Cosmo visited me. She breezed in, smelling of expensive perfume, all smiles, and wrapped her strong arms about me, kissing me repeatedly. Her body pasted to mine felt strange when I made a comparison with Barbara's slimness.

"You don't seem happy to see me, Frankie." She had removed her shoes and was already unbuttoning her smart-looking dress. Her bracelet, watch and rings were already on a table next to her handbag. Jeannette obviously wished to be naked in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, Jeannette."

The dress was about her ankles and she paused, standing with her long, heavy-fleshed legs apart, her underpants and brassiere sparkling white.

"What is the matter?"

"Look, how are things between you and your husband?"

"Did I hear you right?"

I nodded. "You did. Now what's going on?"

"I didn't come here to talk about him."

"Has he ever discussed the possibilities of a divorce with you?"

"Divorce! What is this, are you thinking of asking me to marry you? There's nothing I'd love more than a younger man on a permanent basis, darling. Especially if that man is you. But let's face it, you are penniless. I have lived in luxury too long to dO without it."

"Jeannette, I am being followed!"

"That is ridiculous."

"It is not. Perhaps your husband sees you as too costly a woman, someone who refuses to share his bed, and this is the best way to get rid of you."

"Hmmm!" She stepped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor although it must have cost a hell of a lot, and started to undo her brassiere. "Could be. But he wouldn't divorce me. What he might do is make a lot of trouble for you."

Trouble with Barbara and her aunt, trouble with Jeannette's husband. Oh, no, it would be too much.

"I think we ought to postpone the act and play it cool for a while. Your husband could sue me for alienation of affections. Worse than that, your sons could beat the shit out of me."

"Jesus, Frankie. I am dripping wet! What the hell do you mean postpone the act? Are you crazy?"

Barbara had taken too much out of me and now this blonde wanted to push me closer to the grave. I had no money to hire a lawyer to fight off her husband and I had no money for hospital expenses. What in hell was wrong with women these days?" "Let's talk a bit, eh?"

"We can talk afterwards." She flung the bra into my face. It smelled of her luscious body, warm, sweet, clean.

"No, Jeannette!"

"Really." Naked, she came closer, her generous hips swinging in rhythm with her breasts and curved bottom.

My hands clenched and unclenched as I fought my desires. Saliva bubbled in my mouth for there was the wish to sink my teeth into those globes bobbing on her rib cage. I backed off but Jeannette started to undress me.

It would not do to explain about Barbara, to number the amount of times I had engaged in intercourse with the slender dancer. Jeannette would smash a vase over my head.

"Too many things are troubling me...surely you understand."

"Don't worry, I won't scream this time." A touch of her fingers and my instrument trembled. She knelt, placed the still-soft tip between her rounded breasts and...well, there was no use fighting. My penis shot out from my body, fat, circular, thick at the base, slightly curved in the middle.

"Sex," I said, "life is all sex."

"Just a part of life, darling boy." Jeannette rose and backed off, every muscle in her thighs leaping. Her jutting breasts bounced up and down, their nipples pink and erect.

For my benefit, although since I was already excited there was no point, she went into a dance that was strictly Turkish harem style. She threw out her blonde hair, spread her legs apart and swayed her hips sensuously. It got to me, causing me to moan and gasp. And there the blonde, middle-aged bitch twisted, undulating her hips to the tempo of my gasps.

"All right, you won. Let's get into bed."

The juice was really dripping from her vaginal lips, causing the thick mound of pubic hair to sparkle, but Jeannette wanted to tease me. "Hee, heee!"

Laughing like a goddamned hyena and spinning around, rotating the cheeks of her ass. But my hands were all over them, my teeth sinking into the firm flesh. "There, you fat bitch, there!"

"Ow!

She struggled with me, saying that her husband would notice the teeth marks. Then I had her breasts and put my teeth there, plus a little chewing on the pink tips. I washed down the deep valley and crushed the globes together.

"Ooooohh, Frankie, Frankie!"

"That's my name." My staff slid right up against her wet slit and I told her she would be taken in the standing position.

"Oooh, yes, I love it like that!"

"Prepare yourself, baby!"

I held her ass while she bent backwards. Her stomach muscles leaped about, tightening and her long thighs hardened as I slammed my torso forward.

My breaming was like a whine and Jeannette's like a gasp as we connected. It was swift, quite easy, for this was no virgin I was handling. She quivered as a moan welled up in her throat I knew a scream was coming and killed it with a hard kiss.

The mating was hot, burning me up but I drove upwards, shoving up deep into the boiling hole. She undulated her hips, driving down on my rigid staff, and I gripped her ass, making her passions foam.

"Ohhh, no, Frankie, no, no!" Jeannette swung her head from side to side as I kept driving up, up. She screamed, stiffened and then started to fight me back, welcoming the ramming pressure of my weapon.

She was coming. The tip of my penis felt the whirlpool in her cavern and then it burst free, the bubbling cream swarming about my hard jabbing manhood. But man, I drove up into her harder. This time, her second climax was a flood.

"Frankie, Frankie...ahhhh, no, no, your thing...it is too brutal...ohhhh, no, no!"

She twisted, sweeping her breasts across my chest. I gasped, grabbed her gyrating ass and pumped away harder. "Yes, baby, yes, baby, yessss! Ahhhhh!"

Satisfied, we took the usual rest that should follow such an event. Jeannette kept glancing at her watch, trying to calculate how much time she had left to spend with me.

"There's no more action today, baby." "Who is thinking of that? But I do like being in your company."

"How about a drink?"

"Oh...well, in a little while."

"In that case then," I said, getting up from the bed, "I'll wash. Afterwards I'll mix us a batch of martini cocktails."

"That sounds wonderful."

I stepped into my bathroom to shower for the second time that day. The water washed away all traces of sex from my body. Better yet, it seemed to purify me, cleanse me of all apprehension. The troubles which rested so heavily on my shoulders a while ago were gone, washed down the drain.

But...as I turned off the faucets I heard shouting and screaming. Swiftly I dried my body, stepped into my shorts and ran out of the bathroom. What a sight greeted me!

There they were, the young brunette and the older blonde, battling away like two enemies. "Barbara! Jeannette!"

They heard me but I was ignored as they determined to make a prize-winning fight of it. Both tall but one young and slender, the other middle-aged and plump, using fists, teeth, knees, elbows and feet to harm not only each other but my furniture as well.

When I tried to separate them I took the beating and wound up on the floor, dazed. Jeannette's naked body was soon reddened from the blows but Barbara's clothing was torn off her slender frame. Worse for me, the outside door was open so all the damned unemployed creeps who lived in the same building were looking in, shouting and laughing.

That was not all. An older couple appeared in the company of a fat blonde whom I recognized instantly as Barbara's Aunt Marcia.

One thing though, these three joined in and broke the two women apart. Both of them, worn out by the fight, slumped into the chairs, breasts heaving, mouths open, eyes swimming.

"You!" The man pointed an accusing finger at me. He was gray-haired, well-dressed and quite dignified.

"Huh?" My mouth hung open.

"Seducing our daughter and then during the same day having sexual union with this woman!"

I looked to Barbara. These were her parents. Her Aunt Marcia was screaming at me, calling me all kinds of names.

"Ahh, shut up!" I said defiantly. "I saw some guy named Arnold knock you off. We are all from the same crowd, so go easy on the dirty words."

"And that woman!" She pointed at the poor, worn-out blonde. "Jeannette Cosmo of all people!"

They knew each other. Ohh, Christ, my world had really come to an end. I moaned and buried my head in my hands, not caring about anything anymore.

The parents chased the onlookers off and closed the door. Barbara was crying and Jeannette, well aware that dear Aunt Marcia would be on the phone to her husband, was apologizing, saying she did not know what had come over her.

"It was a moment of insanity, I assure you."

"Put your clothes on!" The old man snapped.

Jeannette obeyed, her ample body quivering, the breasts and buttocks shaking like all hell as she gathered her garments. She hopped into the bathroom, glad to be away.

As for me, I was chastised, criticized, threatened with jail and what not by the parents and that bitch of an aunt. They did not care for Barbara, these two. They paid for her to live elsewhere but suddenly she was their dear daughter, their poor suffering child.

Jeannette made a decent appearance in her expensive clothes, not at all the screaming whore who had come here to screw. She went on and on like an actress about that shitty "moment of insanity."

It was agreed that nothing would be reported to her husband if she got out of my life. She went without looking back. The door was locked and then I received orders, here in my apartment, to get dressed.

Afterwards we sat around, the three older people, a half-naked Barbara and myself. It seemed that the parents, on a visit to New York, had contacted Aunt Marcia and discovered Barbara there. The story of my seduction was told in full and following that, the parents wished to meet me to apply a bit of moral blackmail.

"Barbara wishes to marry you," the father said.

"Love at first sight, she said." This from the mother, a skinny prune of a woman.

Aunt Marcia threatened with, "if Cosmo finds out from me what you've been up to with his wife. Oh la la!"

It was ridiculous but it went on and on. The father condemned me for writing dirty stories, the mother lashed out that I lived like a hippie, a man of my age and Barbara began to weep, stating she was certainly pregnant.

Telling these ass-holes that I had no money did not matter. The father was determined to offer me a new start in life.

"Responsibilities will make a new man of you. My daughter is not only beautiful but brainy. She has a head on her shoulders. We shall get you a decent place to live, not like this rat's nest A little money to start you off and voila."

Voila, indeed. The ass-hole wanted to-show me that he had studied French. Probably gotten a lousy mark for it too.

Barbara sat up on my lap, pressing her firm little buttocks into my soft weapon. She slipped an arm around my neck and kissed me warmly, calling me her husband.

"I'll be a good wife to you, Frankie."

The father brought out his checkbook. "Marriage will do you both good. You'll have enough for a start, as I have stated."

"A car, daddy?"

"Perhaps."

"Some furniture?"

"Naturally."

"Hey," she bounced up and down, slamming her ass into my thing, actually hurting it. "What about a color television?"

"That would be a luxury. However, most programs are made in color these days. Very well. I have only one daughter and she gets married only once."

My fate was sealed. I was a dead man. Later, I would see that I was one of the twentieth century's biggest cowards, but now I was headed for the altar.