Chapter 4
After Cindy closed the door, leaving Paul to greet Jenkins, she leaned against it for almost a minute. She didn't know whether she wanted to take off all her clothes and dance around the room or throw herself on the bed and cry, The one thing she knew for certain-the one thing she wanted to hang onto-was that she was excited, terribly excited, so much so that it almost frightened her. She could feel her heart pounding and her firm breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing...rising, rising, the twin mounds of flesh pushing against her dress, pushing and straining, threatening to burst the material holding them in. Oh, she wanted to feel someone's hands on them, squeezing them, rubbing them; and her nipples, pink and erect and hard, so hard it almost hurt. God how wonderful to have a mouth close over her nipples, a warm, wet, strong mouth, sucking and biting, driving her crazy. Her legs felt weak; but that felt good too, the little tremblings and quivering in the lower parts of her body.
When she heard Jenkin's heavy tread approaching the door, she suddenly wanted to run and hide. But it was much too late; he was already in the room before she had time to move. Before he closed the door, she caught a glimpse of Paul as he bent over the bar, a drink in his hand. The sight of him reassured her. Now she could do it.
Cindy turned to face Jenkins. She smiled. Again she felt that strange feverish hot exhilaration. She was breathing heavily as he moved across the room to sit in a chair. Watching him, he did not seem as repulsive as he had that evening with Paul, not nearly as fat and repulsive as she remembered. She wished that he would look at her; she wanted to be looked at...yes, by him.
But after a few seconds, she realized that he was not going to look at her. In fact he had not moved after having lowered his huge frame into the chair, and much to her disappointment he remained there, sitting very still, his hands on his knees.
She could not take her eyes off his hands. They fascinated her; huge, meaty hands, completely covered with thick black hair. They were so huge! She had never seen hands like his...so large and powerful, as if he could lift her easily with just one of them.
She moved slowly towards him, her hips liquid and trembling. She stood next to him, but still he would not look up at her. She wanted to scream at him to look at her. She felt so abandoned, so flushed with excitement. But he continued to stare straight ahead.
She turned her back towards him and asked him to unzip the back of her dress. She felt his huge hand on her neck as he fumbled for the zipper. Oh, it felt so good, his hand there, the rough hairs brushing against her tender skin, his fingers...impatient...searching in the folds of the thin material covering her body. She arched her graceful neck back...back...back to meet his hand and a sigh escaped her moist half-parted lips. If only he would rip it off! Rip away the thin gauze covering her body! Then she could have his hands where she wanted them.
Her neck arched and excited by the feel of his hand, she stepped backwards until the back of her thigh brushed against his knee; now he searched even more frantically for the key that would bare her lush young body. Finding the zipper at last, he tugged at it, pulling it down, down across her back, down to where the lovely twin mounds of her bottom pushed enticingly against her dress. Finding that the zipper would go no farther and that the sight of her delightful behind was to be denied him for the moment, he sighed and took his hand away from her back. Cindy sighed also as she felt his hand leave her body.
"Be right back," she murmured as she started towards the bathroom. Her dress, now loosened, threatened to slip from her shoulders as she walked; she had to hold it up with her hand.
Once inside the bathroom, she slipped quickly out of her dress and her panties. Taking a delicately fragrant perfume from the shelf, she dabbed it sparingly on her throat and beneath her perfectly shaped breasts and on the insides of her thighs.
As she was about to return to the other room, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror at the end of the bathroom. She arched her body, raising up on her toes, feeling the muscles tighten in her thighs and back. She stretched back as far as she could go, until her body formed a graceful, curving arch...her eyes closed, her long silken hair falling free behind her. Coming back down, she felt deliciously warm and relaxed.
But she was being so stupid, she thought to herself, still looking in the mirror. That man out there, sitting in the chair...he meant nothing to her...and yet, here she was, getting ready for him, as if he was someone special. How stupid.
Closing her eyes, she tried to picture him. He was nothing but a fat, sweating man who only wanted to look at her with her clothes off. She thought for a moment that she was going to be sick, but the feeling of nausea passed quickly. Instead, she watched her mirrored image caress her naked open loins. Her hands stopped briefly to cup her silken mound of flesh, then moved, up, over her belly, to her breasts which she lifted with a gentle pressure of her fingertips...she loved the feel of her fingers against the tender flesh beneath her breasts...why didn't Paul touch her there more often? She smiled and laughed softly; and the gleam, bright and hot and taunting, was once more in her eyes. She bent over to pick up her clothes, put them on and zipped up the back of her dress.
Back in the other room, she felt more calm as again she stood with her back to Jenkins. He had not moved although this time his eyes followed her as she walked towards him-no, not followed, had caressed her as she moved.
"Do it again, baby," she whispered as she moved her leg against his knee, rubbing the sensitive bare flesh against the rough fabric of his pants.
He did not hesitate and, this time with sure fingers, he found the zipper, pulling it down the length of her back. The dress slipped from her shoulders and over her hips to reveal her exquisitely arched back, which sloped and dipped gracefully to end in an enchantingly small, supple waist. There, in the hollow of her back, he watched as tiny muscles clenched and tightened beneath the lovely skin...clenching and tightening and pulsing. But there his gaze was interrupted by the panties which covered the firm springy flesh of her behind; although there too, beneath the loose fitting panties, he could see the muscles tighten and relax...tighten to give an even more delightful thrust to the twin mounds of flesh...then relaxing, softer, but still firm.
Quite suddenly, she fell backwards into his lap, a warm throaty laugh coming from, deep within her; he had to close his legs to keep her from falling to the floor. Lying there in his lap, she raised her long smooth legs just a little, enough so that the loose-fitting satin panties covered only the slightly parted cleft between the legs. She looked up at his face, but Jenkins could not take his eyes off that part of her that was still teasingly hidden from his view.
He stroked her smooth, silky inner thighs and she opened her legs a little wider. Then, through the satin, his fingers found the fluttering lips of her sex; he squeezed the tender inflamed lips together, then, with a downward pressure, pulled them apart.
"Oh, God yes, do that!" she moaned. "Yes, your fingers there...oh...and further down, do it further down!"
She let her legs fall apart as far as they would go, until she was wide open. Then she took his hand and guided it to the sensitive area around her anus. But he did not linger there and soon she felt his fingers as again he squeezed the lips of her sex; he slipped a finger beneath her panties and found her clitoris...erect and throbbing and hot to his touch.
"Yes, oh yes!" she moaned. "Do it harder...please!"
She put her hand on his and pushed down to increase the pressure and the friction of his hand as he rubbed...back and forth...back and forth, sending little electric thrills up and down her legs and bringing little delightful sighing moans from her lovely mouth.
As she felt his huge finger slipping easily into her body she closed her legs around his hand; she did not want him to go any further; but neither did she want to give up the wonderful feel of his hand between her legs and his finger inside her. Breathing hard and with her eyes closed, she let her body relax across his legs, hoping he would not stop, that he would push his finger all the way in, that he would force his way up her hot, slippery, open hole...but wishing too that he would take his hand away. Then, suddenly, she decided, and with a quick graceful motion, she slipped off his lap and walked over to the bed. She turned and smiled.
"Oh, baby," she said in a low consoling voice, "I thought all you wanted to do was look. Isn't that all you wanted?"
He glanced around the room, then at the door leading into the living room, as if trying to see through the door to determine Paul's whereabouts. Finally he turned back to look at her, and as she saw the look on his face-a look of frustration and anger-she felt a twinge of fear and she too wished she could see through the door...just to make sure Paul was there. But he was, she was sure he was.
"I thought you wanted to...." he began. But she cut him off:
"Come on now, baby, don't you want to see me?" she said in a teasing voice. "You really haven't seen all of me yet." She moved her hands up to the snaps of her panties, lingering there, playing with the snaps, undoing one so that the satin fell away just enough to reveal the beginnings of her little mound.
"Come on now, why don't you sit over here in the chair next to me," she continued in a low, soothing voice. "You want me to get on the bed? Come on, I'll take my panties off and get on the bed, O.K.? "
As he nodded his assent and rose to come across to where she was standing, she undid the remaining snap and her panties fell to the floor. But she quickly covered her furry mound with her hand and, instead, turned around to give him a view of her high, arching buttocks. She stayed in this position until she heard him near the chair, then, without turning around she climbed on the bed. Kneeling, her back still towards him, she leaned slightly backwards, the backs of her thighs resting on her heels. Then, very slowly, she leaned forward, until her head touched the bed; she arched her back and raised her lovely posterior high into the air, while at the same time spreading her thighs as far as she could, giving him a full view of her twin valleys.
She heard him rise from the chair and she felt the liquid quivering in her belly. Oh God, it would feel so good to have his hand there, up between her legs, playing with her; she opened herself wider, wishing he would see what she wanted.
Now he was standing at the edge of the bed. She turned over and lay on her back, her long slim legs touching the floor. Oh, he was so close, standing there, towering over her. She raised up and pulled him down, pulled his head down between her open thighs.
"Lick it, lick it!" she moaned.
She brought her legs high into the air, throwing them over his shoulders. As she felt his hot thick lips against her open sex, she grabbed frantically for the front of his pants, tearing at the zipper, feeling inside for his penis, tugging at it, pulling him forward. She could feel his sex grow rigid; it was very long, but slender, not much thicker than his finger. But it didn't matter that it was slender, she just wanted it in there, she wanted to feel it all the way up inside her.
"Turn over," he panted in a deep, husky voice.
She responded quickly to his words, raising her behind high in the air, rubbing the creamy white mounds against his front, urging him on with her pantings and her sighs.
"Oh no, no, not there...please!" she cried as she felt his stiff member press against her other hole. "Please don't, you're hurting me!"
She fell on her stomach in an effort to escape the thrusts of his sex; but it was too late, for he had managed to push in part way in spite of her frantic efforts to avoid him. He was so big and heavy, pressing there behind her; she knew he would have his way. But suddenly she was tremendously excited; it felt so good, the tip of his penis lodged there just inside her anus. She relaxed the strong muscles surrounding his member and she pushed back hard trying to get it in further...she wanted it in there. God, it felt good. She grunted as he slipped in a little further; but now it hurt and she uttered a small cry of pain.
"Wait a minute!" she panted.
She lurched forward, feeling him slip from her. She reached between her legs to her own wet sex and, taking some of the liquid that by now was pouring out of her, she reached back...back to that place where she so desperately wanted him, and she smeared the warm liquid there, to make it easier for him. She reached for his penis and guided it to her now more accessible anus and she sighed as she felt him slipping in further and further...until she felt she couldn't stand it any longer...oh, it hurt...but so good. She gasped as he withdrew, only to plunge once again, deep into her bottom, into her very entrails. He moved faster and faster and she moved with him, spreading her thighs, relaxing her anus. She wanted it to last forever; but now he moved even faster, his huge body pressing her into the bed, and she gave a cry, more of disappointment than of pain, as she felt the hot liquid shoot into her behind.
She lay on her stomach and did not move as he lifted himself off her body; nor did she stir as she heard him leaving the room. But, when she was sure that he was gone, she reached back and gingerly touched the area around her anus. She winced, for it was tender and sore.
As she was about to turn over, she felt someone else's hand there, removing her own and stroking the tender flesh that had just been entered. She jumped with surprise and turned around, expecting to find Jenkins. But it was Paul. She was about to say something to him, but he didn't stop his caresses and she let her head fall back onto the bed to give herself up to the pleasure of his hand. She gasped as he put a finger into her; it hurt a little, but it also felt good. Deeper and deeper he probed, with two fingers now, and it felt wonderful. She felt bigger back there now, and, as his fingers slipped easily into her bottom, she moaned and raised her hips to meet him. Oh yes, yes, it was him she wanted, it was Paul she wanted back there.
"Oh baby, do it!" she moaned as his fingers searched ever deeper. "Do it, do it!"
She raised her hips higher and, with her long delicate fingers, she spread the creamy white mounds of her ass, opening the way for him; she felt his stiff sex slip past the strong muscular ring that she wanted so much to relax; even against her own will she fought him, he entered her easily, aided by the other man's still warm, slippery sperm.
An incredible pain filled her body as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. It wasn't like it was with Jenkins...Paul was too big! And it hurt...oh God it hurt.
Take it out, oh please oh God take it out, she wanted to cry out to him. But she couldn't; no sound would come from her throat except a strange strangled gurgling. Then she screamed, her voice piercing his ears...again and again she screamed as his stiff hot flesh tore her apart...then no sound but the gurglings deep in her throat.
Oh Jesus...please don't...please take it out Paul! she screamed silently in her head, until the pain became so intense that waves of blackness threatened to engulf her, to carry her away, to soothe the terrible searing pain.
But Paul was relentless. He pushed deeper and deeper, until she felt his warm front resting against her open buttocks. Then she knew he could go no farther and that the pain would be no worse. Knowing this, she ceased her frantic efforts to escape him; and suddenly, through the pain and the blackness, an incredibly intense wave of pleasure jolted her body, melting the muscles that had been hardened against his assault. She pulled back a little, then pushed up against him, locking her flesh with his...rubbing...rubbing. She reached back with her hands to spread the soft tender mounds even wider, enfolding him with her warm flesh...wanting him there now...and in her belly too, in her belly now streaming with the hot liquids of her desire. Yes, yes, both holes were now his.
"Do it baby!" she moaned, her hands still spreading her lovely bottom. "Do it slow!"
Spurred on by her words and her movements, he pulled back, then pushed up her anus...slowly...and her body fluttered against him. Then, swiftly, he plunged into her belly, steaming and liquid, and she groaned and breathed, deeper and deeper until she felt she would burst. She felt it coming...the waves...oh, never like this, it had never been like this!
"Oh, Paul!" she whispered.