Chapter Twenty-Two
Lageule suppressed a yawn as he climbed the steps to his rather dreary apartment house. A little nap would be very nice indeed, after all the exertions he'd had in the last twenty-four hours! He wondered if he would actually be able to sleep, so exciting was the thought of going to a real ski-lodge in the Laurentians-especially in such company. Things had really changed in his life!
He inserted his key into the lock, turned it, and tried to open the door. It clicked and wouldn't budge. He turned the key back, and the door opened. Strange, he thought to himself, it must have been unlocked ... and yet he knew he always locked his door when he left.
The reason for the door hit his brain at the same time as the shrill female shriek of rage assailed his ears.
"Ah, bon dieu. sacre mais zut alors, qu'est ce tu fait! Tabernac!"
Jeanine! Unmistakeably. There in the flesh-the irate, much-angered flesh. She stood before him, arms menacingly on her hips, eyes glaring and furious, almost blocking his entrance into his own room.
"Qu'est ce tu penses, eh! Cochon!"
Two days ago Lageule would have bowed meekly to her wrath and tried apologetically to slink past her form to get into the living room and begin his apologies.
But, as he had told Parsons a little over an hour ago, that Lageule no longer existed.
He brushed past her firmly, and went into the living room. He stood his ground and turned to face her. Jeannine looked a little disconcerted at his unslinking manner.
He held up a hand warningly.
"Jeannine!" he bellowed, "Shut up!"
She stopped short, in mid-tirade, gasping open-mouthed in astonishment.
"Quoi?"
"I said shut up, goddamnit, shut up!"
She stared, still open-mouthed, at her recalcitrant boyfriend.
"Henri?" she said finally, and her voice was puzzled, "Are you seeeeek?"
Lageule shook his head firmly. "I am not sick, goddamnit, and furthermore it makes me sick to hear you bitching and moaning like that!" He frowned with utmost displeasure on her. He was rather enjoying this. "If I ever hear you shrieking in such a stupid fashion again, I'll throw you out of here so fast you won't know what happened! Get that?"
She nodded mutely. There was still some unsubdued fire in her black eyes, however. After a moment she recovered from her initial astonishment.
"Where have you been all this time?" she queried harshly, with a slight whining note in her voice. "I've been waiting here for hours!" Her eyes looked at him accusingly.
"None of your goddamned business!" yelled Lageule. "I had things to do!" He glared, and took a menacing step toward her.
Jeannine retreated a pace backward, reluctantly. She shrugged her shoulders in a Gallic insult.
"Now, don't bug me!" said Lageule, turning away to-ward the bedroom, "I gotta pack-I'm going away for a while. With some friends."
She looked at him scornfully and said nothing, though he could tell from her expression that the meaning of his words had not been lost on her.
He strode away in the direction of the bedroom, his back to her, ignoring her utterly.
Her attack took him by surprise-suddenly the heavy glass ashtray skidded in the air by his head, and crashed against the door-frame. He spun around, startled.
"Cochon, cochon!" she was spitting out, "Peeeg!"
Her hands were frantically groping around on the cluttered coffee-table for another heavy object to throw at him.
He lunged toward her, and the book she threw just glanced off his left shoulder.
"Okay, Jeanine, you asked for it!" he said grimly as he made a flying tackle.
They crashed heavily to the floor together-she never ceasing to try to pummel him with her fists and claw at him with her nails.
Suddenly, at her attack, Lageule grew furious-hardly realizing what he was doing. He pinned her down as best he could on the ground, holding one of her hands against her side, while the other, which he couldn't grip, continued to beat him in the face and chest, and claw and scratch at his back. Lageule, provoked to intense anger, began to slap at her in earnest.
She was wiggling and squirming under him, trying to escape his blows on her neck and breasts; she managed to turn herself partially onto her stomach on the floor-and he slapped her, even harder, on her buttocks. She struggled frantically to free herself of his firm grip, and he slapped her, hard, again and again.
She made a last furious attempt, and she wriggled partially free of his grasp-it was only then that he noticed that her dress was torn all the way down its front. Her bra had be-come loosened, and both breasts hung loose, swinging and swaying as she moved her whole body in her frantic endeavors to escape. Her breath was coming in quick hard gasps, she writhed and moaned with feline ferocity underneath him, and all her naked tits and belly brushed against him with every motion.
Something snapped in Lageule's mind at the same time that he felt his penis growing stiff and hard at the physical contact. Suddenly he felt like a wildly aggressive male beast, a beast subject to no law or form of etiquette but the all-powerful law of his own masculine whim.
With one fierce movement he tore her dress all the way off, relishing the sound of shredding, tearing material, savoring her rapid, surprised, intake of breath. It was about time that Jeannine was taught a lesson!
He whipped her fully over onto her stomach, for his strength seemed to have increased with his desire; and then, joyfully, triumphantly, his breath coming in hot panting grunts, he began to slap her creamy buttocks with a fierce intention of causing pain. Harder and harder his hand came down, her cries and shrieks of protest grew louder and louder, and still he did not abate the force of his blows.
"That's what you get for your goddamn moaning, Baby!" he was muttering between clenched teeth, as his hand fell with the strength of a steel piston, until her whole lush and once creamy white ass was red and smarting.
But still Lageule was not satisfied. Suddenly he knew what he really wanted to do.
She was so paralyzed, by now, with fear and pain, that it wasn't much trouble to hold her down with one hand, while with the other he loosened his own belt and fly. He slipped out of his trousers and underwear, and took his heavy leather belt out of its loops. Then, with a quick firm motion, he flipped the almost inert Jeannine over onto her back.
Her eyes widened as she saw the piece of leather in his hand and read his intentions in his eyes-when he raised his arm and drew it back, with the weapon in it, her mouth opened wide, as if to emit a scream. But no sound came.
He brought the heavy leather belt down once-a hard blow directly on her belly. Jeannine winced, and whimpered slightly. Her eyes seemed glazed now. He raised the belt again, this time holding it so that the brass studded buckle would form the focus of the impact-he pulled back his hand, gathered his strength-and brought the weapon down with a fierce, hard, crashing force right across the delicate white mounds of her breasts.
This time Jeannine did shriek, a loud and involuntary wail of pain that seemed to echo and re-echo in Lageule's head; but the sound only gave him the lust for more. His prick rose higher, it burned and twitched and itched at every blow.
There was a deep red gash across Jeannine's tits now. Lageule took careful aim for the next stroke-he wanted it to be perfect. He raised his arm, brought it down, and delivered the blow in exactly the same place as the one previous, so that there would be the greatest possible amount of pain.
Jeannine shrieked in a continuous wailing roar, that gradually grew weaker and weaker as he hit her again and again over tits and belly and thighs. Finally, as her whole body became marked with blood-red lashes and stripes, her strength seemed to ebb, and only her heavy gasping breathing told Lageule that she had not fainted.
His balls were burning with overwhelming fire now, he was almost through-but there was one thing more to do, one piece of business to finish. Bending over her almost inert body, he roughly separated her locked knees, and thrust her legs apart.
"Okay, bitch, this'll teach you good!" Lageule hissed demonically, raising his hand with the heavy leather whip in it. Jeannine looked up at him mutely, her eyes glazed over with what he supposed was pain.
"Oh!" was all she said, in an almost inaudible gasp. She closed her eyes, waiting for the blow to descend.
He brought the belt down, hard and fierce, right across the gaping hole of her cunt. She screamed and writhed in utmost agony, her legs clutching together spasmodically, her eyes closed in pain.
Lageule was incredibly, unbelievably, aroused-more excited than he had ever been in his whole life! His cock was tight and itching-and suddenly he knew that he wanted to put it into that hurt and wounded cunt, shove it in roughly and without mercy, shove and push and grind until he came!
He used both hands to pry her interlocked legs apart, and she moaned and struggled feebly the whole time, trying in vain to shield her gaping cunt with her hands. But Laguele showed no mercy-forcing her legs wide, wide apart with his knees, he pinioned her arms to her sides, and then mounted.
His prick slid in surprisingly easily, for her pussy was juicy and oily and warm. He shoved from the thighs, sending his long hard dick deep into her gash, pronging it deeper and deeper with every manful stroke. His mouth was down on her breasts, while his hands gripped her striped buttocks and held her against him, so that his tingling balls slapped deliciously against his ass.
Lageule felt a heady excitement, a manful exuberance in utterly asserting his will, that made ploughing her cunt more arousing and pleasurable than it had ever been before. He pushed his cock into her brutally, roughly, violently, shoving it up to the hilt, seeming to drive it with furious strength against the very walls of her womb. Again and again he shoved his huge hard rod into her pussy, feeling the cunt-muscles gripping the shaft of his dong with marvelous pressure, while the quivers and nerve-shocks in his tingly nuts magnified and reverberated with every slap of the sacs against the fleshy globes of her ass.
He was gripping her tightly by the ass, then by the shoulders, as he sat more upright and held her body to him; and then the waves of joy in his blood were building up, sending an unbelievably and ever-increasing burning excitement throughout his body; and dimly, in the midst of his own crazed frenzy, a part of his lust-filled brain noted vaguely that her moans had changed in timbre. They were still constant and gasping-but there was now an undeniable note of pleasure, of satisfaction, in their sound! She was enjoying it!
"Henri, Henri, Henri!" she was crying and sobbing over and over, her voice rising with frenzied rapture as her fingernails dug into his skin.
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" That did it-her pungent fluids, coating his cock with burning heat, sent him over the edge, the flood from his tingling balls rose up, boiled over, and exploded. He shot another waterfall of hot come far into her snatch. Again and again he spurted his cream, lurching and shuddering as he deposited his hot, virile load into her waiting box.
"AAHHHHHH! HENRI, HENRI, HENRI, Henri ... " Her voice fell away in soothed and fulfilled undertones of contentment, as she lay back on the floor and relaxed in contented exhaustion.
Lageule looked down at her-at her closed, contented eyes; her mouth, turned up in a little satisfied smile; then at her wounded breasts, belly, thighs-he looked her all over, and he couldn't believe it. She had enjoyed it! He'd thought he knew his girl-friend Jeannine pretty well-this was an amazing thing to discover!
Maybe their relationship had a good future in store, after all, thought Lageule happily to himself just before he drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Henri Lageule slept the sleep of exhaustion. He consequently slept a lot longer than he had anticipated. When he finally awoke, his wristwatch said two-thirty.
"Ah, mon dieu!" he cried, sitting up with a start, "I hope they haven't gone without me!"
He grabbed his clothing and tried to put it on with one hand while he picked up the telephone with the other. Only then did he remember that Gwen's pad had no phone. He threw on the rest of his clothes with careless speed, and, not bothering to wake Jeannine and disturb her with yet another departure, he raced out of the apartment. There would be another tremendous scene when he returned, of course, if Jeannine waited for him again this time-but he had rather enjoyed the last one! It was true, he thought to himself as he hailed a passing cab, that old English cliche: Variety is the spice of life!
He arrived at Gwen's place panting and disheveled, very anxious by now, for fear that he might have inadvertently missed out on the greatest vacation of his life. He loped up the stairs two at a time, and pounded on Gwen's door.
There was no immediate response. Fearing the worst, that they had left for their Laurentian paradise without him, Lageule pushed his way in through the unlocked door.
The room was not empty. Harold and Lily and Gwen were all there, standing together on one side of the room. All three were stark naked, and looked as if they had just been abruptly awakened from sleep.
Lageule's first reaction was relief-they had overslept too-thank heavens! They hadn't gone without him!
"Okay, who's this one now?" he suddenly heard a truculent voice saying. "Look, Lady, I don't know what you're trying to prove here, but we don't like it, see?" The voice was strident and authoritative.
Lageule looked toward the center of the room. He saw the rotund, pock-marked face of an elderly man. He was rather short and stocky, and clad in a beige trench-coat. Beside him stood two identically-dressed figures, wearing the same truculent expressions, but both were slightly taller than the chief, and both had hair.
"All right, all right, we've had as much as we're going to take from you degenerate vermin!" shrieked the elderly man, waiving his arms frantically. "You're Pigs, that's what you are, PIGS, nothing but PIGS!"
He paused, arms upraised, and in the silence the tap-tapping of the people upstairs, on their floor, resounded ominously. Lageule and the others suppressed nervous urges to giggle.
The chiefs face was somehow familiar to Lageule, and yet he was not a local cop, of that he was certain. Provincial? Mounted Police? He simply couldn't place it-had he perhaps seen it on television, or something like that? But he dared not opened his mouth to ask, for fear they'd recognize his voice somehow ... as far as he, Lageule, was concerned he was an ex-cop only, had nothing to do with the force anymore ... but legally, he wasn't too sure of his position.
He shifted nervously from foot to foot, wishing he'd remained sleeping peacefully at his place with Jeannine.
"MY DEAR YOUNG MAN!" Lily, in her inimitable fashion, had begun to bellow at the squat, elderly figure, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-"
"Oh, don't we lady? We've got a right to do anything we please to degenerate vermin like you!" the chief interrupted. "Come on, get dressed, all of you-on the double!" He snapped his fingers peremptorily.
"Where's your search-warrant?" said Gwen suddenly. She stood to one side, calm and cool. Her voice sounded strangely level in the charged atmosphere.
"Search warrant, ha-ha!" The chief nudged his companions in the ribs. "The lady wants a search-warrant, ha-ha, hear that, fellas! Hah!" He snorted violently, and began to convulse in laughter. His companions smiled and chuckled in acquiescent amusement.
"Hee-hee," said the one on the left.
"Huhhuh," said the one on the right.
"A search-warrant! A VERMIN wants a search-warrant!" He looked over at Gwen. "Listen, Broad, and listen good, see? I don't need a search warrant. You know why I don't need a search warrant, ya wanta know why? I'll tell ya why. I don't need a search warrant, Lady, because I happen to be P. Hubert Mason, got that? So now you know why I don't need a search warrant!"
He paused dramatically to let the well-known name take its effect.
Gwen stared at him coolly. Either she was a pretty good actress, Lageule thought, or the name meant nothing to her.
Suddenly he stood up straighter-so that was why the face had looked familiar! It was internationally known. But at the same time, it made sense that Gwen had never heard of him! Of course! But what was he doing here?
"Mr. Mason," began Lageule politely, but firmly. The elderly man fixed beady eyes on him. "Mr. Mason, you don't have jurisdiction here, you know. This is another country. This is Canada, Mr. Mason-you have jurisdiction elsewhere."
"Get dressed!" bellowed the man. "That's enough of this back-talk, fella!"
"I am dressed-and it's true what I just said," repeated Lageule, but the chief pointedly ignored him.
Leave it to Lily to take over. She took a deep breath, and for once Lageule was grateful to her expansive and powerful windpipe.
"YOUNG MAN!" bellowed Lily even louder than she had a moment before, "WHAT THIS MAN HAS BEEN TELLING YOU IS NOT BACK-TALK! YOU ARE IN CANADA! AND I WISH TO INFORM YOU THAT MY HUSBAND IS AN IMPORTANT MAN IN THIS CITY, AND NEITHER HE NOR I WILL BE PUT UPON WITH SUCH OUTRAGES AS YOU HAVE SUBJECTED US TO!" She gasped. Harold made a slight flicker of his wrist in front of his crotch to validate her words.
Her manner caught the elderly man's attention. He paused for a moment, and then at his two companions.
"Bernie?" he said uncertainly, "Is that true?"
The man on his left shrugged his shoulders noncommit-ally.
"Al?" queried the chief of the other man.
"I dunno, Chief," responded the man on his right. "I mean, I thought it was Cleveland ... but come to think of it-"
"Yeah," said Bernie, his face suddenly lighting up with a flicker of grim intelligence. "It doesn't look like Cleveland ... "
"Look here. Lady," began the squat leader.
"Look here, Young Man!" responded Lily firmly, as she bent over and took the previous day's paper out of her large hand-bag.
"Look here, can you read? See what it says here, it says Montreal, M-O-N-T-R-E-A-L, MONTREAL!" The elderly man looked at the newspaper, his lips forming the three syllables of the name over and over. Then he looked at his two companions. The man on his left shrugged. The man on his right looked bewildered and pensive.
"Okay, Lady, a joke's a joke-but you can't fool me! You could have gotten that paper anywhere."
Gwen went into the kitchen, and reappeared shortly with a large stack of old newspapers.
"See?" she said calmly, brandishing the evidence.
"Okay, Al, go out and pymheadquarters," the chief mumbled after a moment to one of his companions. The designated man in the beige trench-coat vanished.
The squat elderly man sat himself down.
"I bet you people got a lot of dirty books and filthy pictures around here too, huh!" he commented, eyeing the Day-Glo posters on the way with suspicion.
"Look," said Lily more quietly, but with deep impatience in her voice, "I don't know about you men, but we have things to do! We are supposed to be up in the Laur-entians by supper time! I refuse to stand around here listening to this nonsense any longer!"
"Look, Lady," said the chief, "it's nonsense when I say it's nonsense, you got that? Not until."
All six people sat in silence for several minutes, a silence broken only when Bernie, who was prowling about the room, knocked a tea-cup off the table with the trailing tail of his trench-coat.
"Sorry," he mumbled, looking apologetically at his chief.
Then they heard slow footsteps on the stairs. Slowly the footsteps came to the door. The door opened, and Al slunk in.
"Well," said the chief, "what about all this nonsense?"
"Uh, Chief, I dunno how to tell you this, but it's not non-sense ... " said Al reluctantly.
"OF COURSE IT'S NONSENSE!" shrilled Lily. "I HAVE NEVER BEEN SUBJECTED TO SUCH NONSENSE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"
The chief looked from one speaker to the other in some confusion. "What nonsense?" he asked finally.
"It's true," admitted Al, shrugging his shoulders beneath the voluminous trench-coat. "It is Montreal."
There was a short ominous silence.
"THAT JENKINS!" the chief roared suddenly. "What's wrong with him. Why can't he learn to fly a plane?" Muttering imprecations against his unskillful airplane pilot, the squat elderly man rose from his seat. The two companions fell into place behind him. The three men marched to the door. Mr. Mason paused just before exiting. He stopped, and then turned his entire body around to face the four in the room.
"Okay, people, you got off the hook for this time," he said menacingly, wagging a finger at all of them, "but just lemme tell you this! I'm telling you now, that if any one of you ever sets foot-sets one foot-in my territory-" His beady eyes glared. "So don't say you weren't warned!"
With that final admonishment, he turned on his heel and marched out the door. All and Bernie crowded together after him through the narrow doorway.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Due to the unexpected delay caused by the three uninvited guests, it was dusk by the time the four arrived at the Laur-entian ski-lodge.
"You'll have to see it by daylight tomorrow," said Harold genially, as they entered. He took Lageule's coat. "It's not really a bad place," he went on, "we've got a really splendid-and rather expensive, I might add-view of Mount Chouxfleur."
Lageule nodded, as a polite guest, and crossed to the fireplace, where a log was already in place. He put a match to it, and in a few minutes the fire was burning brightly, cozily.
"Like a drink?" asked Harold, who had crossed the room to the mahogany bar.
Lageule nodded. Soon all four of them were seated around the fire, chatting like old friends.
"You mean, you've really never skied in your life?" Gwen was asking Lageule with amazement, "even though you've always lived in Quebec?"
Lageule nodded, grinning. "In fact, this is the first time I've ever really been in the Laurentians-except for driving through sometimes on Sunday afternoons when we were younger and didn't have anything else to do."
"Well," said Gwen gaily, "I'll just have to get you out on the slopes tomorrow!"
There was a sudden knocking on the front door of the A-frame chalet, a tat-tat-ta-tat-tat-tat, tat!
"Heavens!" exclaimed Lily, getting up from her chair and pulling her Aran sweater more closely over her shoulders, "do you suppose that's Stacy and Bill, Harold?" She went to the door and fumbled with the latch. "But how would they know we'd be here?" she said in a low tone over her shoulder.
Harold shrugged, then stopped abruptly in mid-gesture, as the door flew open, and two people burst in.
"Hi! Hi! We were hoping you'd be here! Good to see you!" they cried jovially and loudly through their mufflings of heavy ski clothing.
"Hi! Hi!" cried Harold and Lily enthusiastically.
Lageule stood up and smiled his most charming smile at the two visitors.
"Stacy and Bill Towers, this is a new friend of ours, Henri Lageule-he's an ex-policeman!" Lily giggled uproariously, "and you remember my daughter Gwen, don't you?"
"Oh my!" trilled the woman called Stacy. "But she's such a big girl now!"
Gwen smiled politely and looked down modestly at the floor. Stacy smiled at Lageule, her teeth white and even in her smoothly tanned face. Bill, tall, burly, with touches of grey hair at the temples, stepped forward and gave Lageule's hand a firm shake.
"Well, well!" said Bill jovially. "Nice to meet you, La-guele."
"Yes," said Lageule, "nice to meet you!"
Stacy was slim, lithe, with rich dark hair which she wore pulled back in a bun. She looked a lot younger than Lily, though the two were probably the same age. Wouldn't mind porking her either, thought Lageule to himself with an inward grin-anything seemed possible in his world now! He wondered how long the Towers would stay.
"Won't you stay to supper?" Lily asked just then, "if you don't mind a bit of pot luck-I'm not even sure what I've got in the house."
"Love to," said Bill, who was obviously a man of opinions, if not of words.
Stacy nodded in agreement. In another few minutes all six were seated pleasantly, discussing with great and jovial interest Lageule's proposed trip out onto the slopes the following morning.
"That reminds me, Bill, of that time in St. Moritz," said Harold, leaning back in his chair and savoring a cigar. "Remember, with your ski pole?"
"Oh, yeah, now I remember," said Harold, after a moment of pensive frowning. "Yeah, that was funny. Only it was on Mont Blanc."
Harold inhaled his cigar. "No, I don't think so, Bill," he said after a moment. "No, I'm pretty sure that it was on St. Moritz. Remember, it was the winter after I was in the Myopia Boat Race."
Bill pursed his lips. "No, it was actually the winter after," he corrected. He turned to his wife. "Remember that Stacy-when I lost my pole in the tree? Where was it?"
"St. Moritz," said Stacy, barely turning her head in his direction.
"See?" said Harold, grinning widely.
"No, I think she's wrong," said Bill emphatically.
"Have another drink," said Harold generously, getting up and crossing to the bar.
They all had several more drinks, and Lageule was feeling a pleasant, heady glow from the liquor and the fire, and had almost forgotten about supper until it seemed to suddenly-almost magically-appear before him. Suddenly the table-in the adjacent dining room was set for six, and they were all sitting down to Onion Soup and a mushroom omelet, accompanied by liberal dosages of wine.
by the end of the meal, as he sat again by the fire sipping his brandy, Lageule had been decidedly affected by all the alcohol he had consumed. So had the others, apparently-they were all talking and laughing loudly, gaily, without restraint or inhibition. Harold and Bill were telling one another dirty jokes, while Stacy and Lily were, it seemed, discussing Womens' Liberation and the patterns of the female sex-life.
Lageule smiled with pleasure at Gwen, who was sitting next to him. Her eyes shone, and she giggled back. Obviously a little tight, thought Lageule-but it was adorable.
Lageule shivered all over as she ran her hand in between his legs, up and over his thigh. Wow! Her gentle and subtle fingers deftly massaged his cock for a moment and then quickly and teasingly drew away. She smiled tantalizingly at him, and folded her hands demurely in her lap.
Lageule's ever-active nuts were tingling all over now, his cock had risen hard and huge. He longed for her to reach out and stroke it again.
"Hey," he leaned over and whispered, "is there somewhere we can go-to be alone?"
She smiled mischievously.
"Wouldn't you rather stay down here and be sociable?" she asked teasingly, dimpling all over.
Lageule shook his head emphatically. After another minute, Gwen got up, moving gracefully in her long hostess-gown. She slipped quietly out of the room.
Lageule waited a moment, then rose and followed her disappearing back. She turned and beckoned him up the stairs.
Lageule was almost panting with excitement now, as he mounted the oak stairway of the chalet. His prick was straining and hungry, longing to be touched and fondled, longing to poke its manly way into her luscious and juicy cunt.
She turned into a bedroom; Lageule followed, shutting the door after him. Gwen was lying on the bed now, a provocative smile creasing the corners of her red lips. Lageule, grinning broadly with pleasure and anticipation, crossed the room to her, unzipping his fly with one hand as he walked. By the time he got to the bed he had hauled his burning erect prick fully out of his pants: it stood upright, stiff, hard, strong.
"Umm, nice!" said Gwen with admiration, as she reached out to fondle his cock. She gave the long pulsating organ several deft strokes, then ran her fingers down below to caress the sensitive skin of his balls.
Her touch sent Lageule ablaze, with frenzied and urgent hunger he threw himself onto her, as she lay back on the bed, his fingers groping, clutching, pulling at her clothing, while his mouth kissed, sucked, caressed.
"Oooh, eager aren't you?" said Gwen coyly, wriggling in the grasp of his arms. Lageule had run his hand up under her long skirt with skill and precision, and was now prodding with his middle finger into her hot, oily, soft cunt.
Gwen arched her back and struggled playfully under his frantic advances, her whole lush, lithe body wiggling and squirming underneath him. Lageule pressed his whole weight on top of her, holding her down under his dominance, teasing her with his male strength.
"Ummm, since you're so eager, why don't I get these clothes off?" said Gwen, still wiggling. Something about the play, his physical strength, had infected Lageule's mood: this encounter reminded him of the last one, that exciting fight with Jeannine which had ended in such a stimulating fashion. Pinioning Gwen's arms, he said in a firm voice, "You'll get them off when I want them off, Baby."
Gwen giggled. That infuriated Lageule. His cock rose higher and his physical exuberance increased. He pressed his body down onto her roughly, almost smothering her with his greater bulk, and then he began to writhe and move about on top of her, simulating the motions of sexual intercourse.
"Ooooh!" said Gwen, in a half-gasp of excitement, "Umm, that feels so good!" She tried to reach with one hand for the zipper of her skirt-but Lageule held her fast by the wrist.
"Not so fast!" he hissed. He was having fun running his naked and sensitive cock against the sheer, silky fabric of her hostessskirt; he wasn't ready to end the novel sensation so soon.
Gwen's wiggling was increasing now, but it was no longer playful. It was rather the supple and urgent writhing of a woman overwhelmed by deep sexual desire.
"Please," she moaned, "Please, I want it!"
"You'll get it, Baby!" replied Lageule, "when I feel like it!"
"Please!" she hissed again, thrusting her thighs upward towards his ripe and naked cock. "Oh, now." She was trying desperately to spread her legs underneath the weight and bulk of his body.
Lageule felt incredibly excited, exuberantly powerful and strong. "You'll get it," he repeated, "soon." Then he slid his body up on hers until his pulsating prick rubbed against her face. "Suck!" cried Lageule, pressing his throbbing organ against her skin.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned, her mouth reaching for him eagerly, greedily. She took his penis into her mouth almost to his balls, his spear sunk in to the very hilt. She sucked vigorously, passionately, with great greedy gulps, bobbing her head up and down and making strangled, gurgling sounds of pleasure.
Lageule thrust himself into her mouth, bracing his legs by the knees, shoving his whole body forward and down from the thighs, pushing his flaming dick into the soothing cozy warmth of her cavity with increasing lust and desire.
As she licked and stroked with her skillful tongue on his staff, his impetus doubled, his momentum increased, until he was making rapid piston-like strokes, and almost ramming his steel-hard rod down her throat. His sense of power, of mastery, was exhilarating, heady, sending increasing waves of joy rushing and crashing through his body.
"OOOHHHH!" he was crying, "GOOD!! GO TO IT BABY!"
"MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFFHHHHH!!! AH! AH! MMMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" moaned Gwen with equal and responsive passion, her mouth full of the juicy meat of his huge and pulsating dong. She sucked him into her mouth firmly, her lips gripping on the sensitive skin of his cock, until she had reached to the very base of his rod. Then, in an inspiration borne of high-pitched female passion, Gwen touched the tips of her white teeth to the soft flesh at the base of his prong.
"AH! YES! DO THAT!" Lageule was almost shouting. He was forcing his prick hard and deep into her mouth, pushing with the whole weight of his body from his taut thighs, as he shoved his burning tool into the reaches of her orifice. Now his pitch of hot excitement was mounting, was uncontrollable; his hands gripped either side of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair.
Suddenly the tingling and quivering in his nuts built up into a powerful series of nerve-shocks, mind-boggling spasms of ultimate passion. He shuddered, stiffened, gave a final lurch into her mouth-and then he could feel the blessed and ritual release, could feel the flood being let loose. Then he sensed the hot spurts of come jumping from the fiery tip of his dick to drown in the soft warmth and dampness of her willing mouth.
Then Gwen, with her usual relish, drank down every hot drop of his sperm-smiling and dimpling up at him, licking her lips like a cat, she gulped greedily on the copious supply of creamy fluid.
"Good!" said Lageule with approval, from his new-found position of masculine power and mastery. "I'll do the same for you sometime, Baby!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lageule, satisfied and fulfilled by one of the best blow-jobs he had yet received, threw himself off Gwen's. body and lay beside her on the bed.
"Yeah, I'll return the favor ... " he said, grinning.
Gwen, smiling mischievously, slid over closer to him, still clad in her silk blouse and long hostessskirt.
"When?" she asked in a deeply provocative voice, her blue eyes sending out promises and invitations for things of which Lageule hadn't even yet dreamed. "When?" she repeated, "Baby?"
The tone of her voice, the mockery in the last word-all these combined to persuade Lageule's cock to begin hardening again, of its own accord, so soon. He reached down a hand, and felt the increasing stiffness in his still-hot and sticky rod. He himself was surprised by his own excessive and marvelous virility.
Gwen, always observant, noticed too. She reached out a deft hand and within minutes, with several graceful and skillful strokes, she had him fully erect again, hot, hard, and ready.
"Uh, good," murmured Lageule, as she moved her hand up to slip his trousers and underwear off. He raised his hips and back off the bed and soon she had him completely undressed. He lay back a moment and savored the tingling pleasure of Gwen's mouth, as it now roamed all over his skin, touching every sensitive centimeter of his body with her lips and tongue. It was wonderful!
"Uh!" he moaned, beginning to writhe from his thighs, while his throbbing cock stuck up in mid-air, longing for a haven, yearning for a hot and juicy cunt.
She gave a flick of her tongue to the base of his rod, slipping it down to lick at his balls for an instant; she moved her head slightly, and suddenly the warm juicy swab of her tongue was running in marvelous and incredibly stimulating circles around the very tip most head of his prick!
He was squirming in earnest now, overcome by the heat of his passion and lust.
"Oh, my God!" cried. Lageule, "Suck on it! Get on it! SIT ON MY DICK! DO SOMETHING!" He threw his pelvis up violently from the bed, yearning for her to part her lovely legs, spread her burning cuntlips, and swivel herself down on the stinging, itching, restless prong of his dick.
But Gwen, with a last swab of her flickering tongue over the slit-head of his ram, smiled up at him wickedly, withdrew her warm and skillful mouth entirely, and rolled over on the bed beside him. She was not even touching him at all now. She merely lay there, smiling mischievously, her dimples tantalizing and adorable.
Lageule was consumed with urgent and all-powerful lust. He rolled over at once, and with savage grunts and cries, he threw himself on her, rubbing his frantic body against her, burying his hot prick in the filmy fabric of her skirt. Then, holding her, still rubbing against her, he began with brutal speed to undress her.
The sound of tearing fabric only stimulated his need more greatly-and he heard Gwen's sigh of excitement as he ripped and tore at her clothing. Obviously, he decided, women, some of the time at least, loved to be raped, to be masterfully and manfully ravished!
"Oh, Yes!" cried Gwen, squirming with mounting eagerness and passion, as if answering his thoughts, "Yes, Hurry!"
She was panting, clinging to him with her lovely and sensual body, and at the same time, with one hand, she was helping him to get her blouse and skirt off.
A few more passionate, hurried gropings, and Gwen's body lay utterly naked before his eyes. Lageule looked at her, at her perfect breasts, and belly, and thighs, at her sweet warm pussy, and his pleasure and passion grew.
"Please!" Gwen was moaning, "Please do that for me! Please suck me, lick me, eat my cunt!" She spread her lovely tanned legs wide, her knees bent.
Lageule kissed her on the mouth, the neck, the ears, the throat, savoring the sweet smell of her skin, loving her long silky blonde hair. Then he moved his head down to do justice to her marvelous tits. He played with each boob in turn, his mouth sucking in as much of the large, creamy orb as he could, while his tongue played with the erect, bobbing nipple. Gwen's passionate moans rose, in a frenzied crescendo of desire, as he played with her lush, ripe breasts.
"OH! PLEASE! NOW!" And she tried to push his head down to the hot ell of itching, throbbing heat at her cunt.
But Lageule was not to be hurried. He played with her gorgeous tits a while longer, then slowly, tantalizingly, he moved his mouth down over the firm flatness of her belly. He ran his tongue over her smooth skin, twirled it in the depths of her navel, kissed the contours of each lush thigh.
Then he moved down to her feet, sucking on her toes, licking at her insteps, until she squirmed and cried out, begging him to stick his hot cock-meat in her cunt!
He moved slowly up her long, silky legs, playing with the well-shaped knee caps, sliding his hot mouth up along the flesh of the inside of her thighs, nibbling playfully at the delicate tissue.
Finally, he was there ... there at the apex of pleasure, there at the center of joy, there at her pussy! He ran his head in between each long leg, and then his mouth began to work on her most sensitive zone. He tickled her clit, he stroked her tingling red labia with his tongue, he sucked with his lips on thos other lips of hers, he playfully nibbled at her twat, and then he slid his tongue, in darting flickers and jabs, far up into the gaping heat of her snatch.
"Oh, Yes! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" It obviously wouldn't need much to bring her to the peak of ecstasy-already her legs were gripping convulsively at his head, she was thrusting her cunt at him, throwing it up off the bed. He sucked harder, he redoubled his efforts, jabbing with his tongue, licking and savoring her sweet, salty fluids. Then he slid his mouth back up to cover her clit, holding it a moment between his lips, vibrating it. Gwen screamed aloud in utmost joy, her knees gripping his head and back tighter, her fingernails clawing into his skin. He moved back to her box, sucking the juicy fluids, probing and prodding with his tongue.
She threw her cunt at his head in a rapid series of heaving climax-spasms, clutching and gripping, crying out and shrieking in her peak of orgasm.
"YES! YES! YES!" she was screaming, "SHOVE IT IN! GIVE ME YOUR COCK! NOW!!!!!!", Lageule didn't need much urging-his balls were on fire, his penis hot, stiff, itching. He slid his body up on her, and without further ado, grabbed his cock in one hand and guided it directly into her hot, oily hole.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she gave a long sob of rapturous satisfaction. Her cuntmuscles gripped his hot, hungry rod, and sucked it in to her, further and further. Lageule heaved and shoved, grinding down on her with his thighs, shoving his hard cock deeper, until it was in to the hilt and his balls slapped satisfactorily against her ripe ass.
She thrust herself towards him in perfect counterrhythm to his frenetic motions, and the pressure, the meeting of their organs was marvelous, incredibly satisfying to both. The balm of her juices flowed over his fiery prick, stimulating him further, tingling on the sensitive skin-so that after a moment, he knew he was on the verge of his orgasm, he was going to climax in another second, come far in her snatch, and then he was coming, coming, coming-shooting wads and truckloads of his fiery cream into her eager, waiting box.
"AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" they both cried simultaneously, in a spontaneous and incoherent expression of animal rut-pleasure.
"Aaaahh!" they heard a voice behind them say gaily and gleefully, "Look what we have here!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Gwen and Lageule looked up towards the door, startled and confused, still in the last stages of climax-rapture.
As Lageule's eyes came back to proper focus, he saw who it was. Naturally, he thought to himself, it figures-knowing Lily, she wouldn't have let the young people alone too long!
"Hi!" said Lily brightly and drunkenly from the doorway, "we were wondering what you two young people were up to!" She stood leaning against the door-frame, holding a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and amused and lecherous smile on her face. She had somehow changed into a low-cut black dress, so that an ample portion of bosom was on display-opulent display.
"Hi, folks, look what we have here! A little poon-tanging on the side, I'd say!" Lilly went on, gesturing with her cigarette hand to the others, who must be in the hallway.
Bill Towers, burly, talkative, and smiling broadly, appeared in the door-frame behind Lily. Lageule noticed that he eased himself closer to Gwen's mother, and rested one elbow casually, negligently, on one of her breasts.
Bill's eyes surveyed the scene before him in the bedroom, taking in Gwen's gleaming naked body, Lageule's still somewhat stiff cock-and his eyes widened as he looked, taking on a clearly appreciative and excited gleam.
"Mother, you always turn up at the strangest times!" said Gwen comically and amicably.
"You know, Bill," Lily was saying, "I think Hippies have more fun than we old fogeys, don't you?"
Bill nodded, obviously too excited to speak.
"In fact, I've been thinking during the last two days that I should consider becoming a Hippie myself," went on Gwen's mother. "I know it would be good for Harold too."
Bill nodded again, eagerly. He was beginning to pant.
"Well, Mother," replied Gwen gaily, "it's all in your attitude, you know!"
"Yes," vouchsafed Lageule, "and I think you have the right attitude!"
"Well," said Lily, simpering, as she began to walk into the room, pulling Bill by the tie, "that's very flattering. Do you think they're right, Bill?" She had steered him almost to the bed.
"Yup," said Bill succinctly, as he began to undo his shirt.
Lily turned around, her back to Lageule.
"Undo me, please?"
Lageule reached up to the long zipper of her dress.
"Sure," he replied, his fingers beginning to move down her lush back, opening the material of the black dress as they went. "Of course, Lily, if you'll do me a favor later!"
"Later?" quizzed the irrepressible Lily, reaching down and playfully flicking Lageule's dong, "why not now?"
"Uh, well, actually, I think I'll take a breather and just Watch you and Bill." Lageule felt a strange, sophisticated thrill in merely being able to say those words-how his world had opened up! How novel and exciting things were now!
Bill had meanwhile stripped down to his boxer shorts, and was now in the process of stepping out of that last garment also. He did so, and then stood by the bed. upright, naked.
"Oh my!" said Gwen with admiration.
"Ooooohhhhh!" said Lily. "Lemme at it!"
Even Lageule was intrigued. Bill Towers had the biggest prick he'd ever seen! It was in full erection, and his huge strong balls were drawn up under his cock, by the strength and upward pull of its shaft. His penis was thick, at least three inches in diameter, and it was a healthy brown, the same color as the rest of his skin. Apparently this avid sportsman sun-tanned in the raw. The shaft of his cock rose into the air, stiff, steel-hard, and straight-rose, and rose, and ROSE! It was immense, tremendous, mammoth, gigantic, enormous-it must have been a foot long! Lageule could feel Gwen's naked body, spread beside him on the bed. shivering in delight at the mere sight of the man's tool.
As Gwen and her male friend watched Bill's cock in fervent and silent admiration. Lily, overcome by her own incredible hunger, began frantically to finger herself. She moved one hand down over the lush round mound of her belly, ran the fingers through her juicy pubic thatch of hair, and then expertly and hungrily slid four fingers in through the cleft and fold of her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she was crying aloud. "Give me some of that goddamn gorgeous cock! Screw me with that prick!"
Her fingers groped madly, crazed with lust-fires, in the sweet wet hollows of her snatch-she ran one finger up to diddle her twat, and simultaneously shot three other fingers up into her boiling, itching hole. Gradually, swivelling her whole body, she was lowering herself further down onto the prong of her hand.
"Good God!" cried Bill, audibly vociferous for the first time, "look what she's doing! I've never seen a woman do that to herself before! Stacy never did that!" His eyes gleamed with screw-fever, his cock visibly twitched.
Suddenly Lageule realized that Gwen was climbing over his prone body. In a flash, the blonde had maneuvered herself over so that she was lying on the edge of the bed, her head on a level with Bill's huge, bristling penis.
"Hey," she murmured coyly and excitedly, "I can't let a thing like that go to waste!" And she began to suck him, vigorously, firmly, skillfully, until she had almost made Bill come in her mouth. Just in time, just as his taut buttocks stiffened as he approached his climax, Gwen drew her mouth away.
"No," she said hoarsely, her voice full of feminine passion, "we've got to be fair-do Mother. THIS time, anyway." And, grinning mischievously, panting with desire, Gwen turned back to the now again erect Lageule.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered. "Anything you want-you just name it!"
Lageule almost came then and there, at the magnificent spurt of excitement that her words raised in him.
Bill, meanwhile, had turned his flaming prong and thrown himself on Lily, who now lay on the floor, groping and prodding herself with mounting frenzy.
"OH MY GOD!" screamed Lily, as the massive, colossal prong shot up into her hot, gaping twat, "SCREW ME WITH THAT THING! SHOVE IT IN, STICK IT IN ME TILL I CAN'T TALK! SCREW ME!"
Bill did. Willingly and vigorously, he obeyed her command. Suddenly, after a few minutes, there was a noise from outside in the hallway-a series of grunts, moans, sighs and sobs, obviously by their very sound the noises of sexual ecstasy.
"Harold and Stacy," said Lily, listening. "Let's tell them to come in." Turning to Bill, smiling, she added, "Didn't I tell you that it would be good for Harold to live like a Hippie?"