Chapter 5
Finally, their passions spent, they lay on the polar bear rug before a dying fire, heads still cradled on each other's thighs. Miss Purlett sighed luxuriously. Then suddenly she noticed that Kay was quietly crying.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Ooooohhhh!" Kay wailed. "It's all wrong!"
"Did it hurt you?"
"N-no."
"Did it hurt me?"
"No," Kay sniffed, "I guess not."
"Did it hurt God?"
Kay gave another wail of despair.
"I don't like to attack religion, dear," Miss Purlett said. "But a .decent respect for the properties is one thing. Letting it ruin your entire life is another."
"What do you mean?"
"You have no sense of history, dear. The Christian religion served a useful purpose in its day.
It helped the nobility keep the slaves and commoners in their place. If you have nothing to live for, sometimes it makes life easier to have something to die for."
"I don't understand," Kay said.
"What I'm trying to say is that when life's not worth living, then a belief in heavenly rewards after death helps people get through it. And naturally there can be no rewards without punishment. Therefore some stone-age intellectual invented hell."
Kay was horrified. "Don't you believe in heaven and hell?"
"I certainly do," Miss Purlett said. "I had four years of hell living with a man once. Tonight I had an hour of heaven."
"You know that isn't what I mean," Kay retorted.
"Yes, dear. I know. To answer your question, no. I don't. And before you convince me, you're going to have to produce one witness who's actually died and come back and can give a coherent account of what it's like over there."
Kay bit her lip. It had sounded so beautiful when the sisters explained it.
"Do you really want to go to heaven?" Miss Purlett asked. "Personally, I can't stand harps, and all that hallelujah singing must get terribly old after the first week or two."
Tears coursed down Kay's cheeks, but she could think of no answer that wouldn't sound silly.
"Let's put it this way," Miss Purlett began, "Do you want to go to heaven and wear a white dress and play a harp, or do you want to go into the bathroom and freshen up and then come back here and lie on the rug before the fire again. When you come back, I'll tell you a story and show you something different-something you've never seen before. And after you've seen it, you'll still be just as much of a virgin as you are now."
Kay sobbed silently. She didn't know why she was crying. Slowly she got to her feet. She intended to clean up in the bathroom. She also intended to lock the door and stay there until Miss Purlett lost patience and put on her clothes and went away. And, as soon as she left, Kay was going to fasten the chain on the door.
It was a dirty trick, Kay knew, because Miss Purlett had been kind to her-offered her a job and had given Kay more pleasure than the svelte sixteen-year-old had ever imagined could exist in the world. But Kay knew that no matter how long she cooled off in the bathroom, if she came out and the elegant blonde saleslady was still there, one word would lead to another, and sooner or later Kay would be finding out what new thing the sophisticated blonde intended to teach her. And no matter what it was, Kay knew she would be unable to resist another lesson-and that she would probably go out of her mind with passion.
To her amazement, Kay realized she was wishing for it already! She drew the curtains around the tub and began taking a cold shower.
When it was over, she felt better. Still, Kay knew she shouldn't go out into the living room again. If she did, she knew that in a matter of minutes she would be back on that polar-bear rug, rutting around, rooting her soul deeper into eternal damnation. Where she really wanted to go was to church.
Then she hesitated. Could she really bring herself to confess-to tell a man, even if he were a priest, all the things she had just done with Miss Purlett? She supposed she could. But Kay wasn't sure she was sorry.
Kay thought a moment. Maybe she could confess. The way she had blubbered and cried, she thought she was really sorry it had happened. Thinking it over carefully, Kay decided she was sorry. The thing she was sorriest about was that she knew she wanted to do it all over again.
Miss Purlett was waiting. Kay realized that she might want to use the bathroom too. Suddenly Kay realized how childishly selfish she was being. She decided to go out and let Miss Purlett have her turn at the bathroom. Meanwhile she could get dressed, and when the elegant blonde saleslady came out, they would make polite conversation for a moment and maybe have a final cup of coffee. Then Miss Purlett would leave, and Kay would say an Act of Contrition and a hundred Hail Marys, and then maybe she could go to sleep with a halfway clear conscience.
Kay had her hand on the doorknob when she heard a key turning in the lock on the outer door. A moment later she heard it open, and she heard Miss Purlett's startled gasp.
"Randy!" Miss Purlett exclaimed. "I thought you were out of town!" .
"No doubt you did," a man's voice answered. "Now just what led you to think I'd be out of town, unless perhaps it was you who dreamed up a wild goose chase?"
Kay squatted and put her eye to the bathroom door keyhole. She could see the fireplace and the polar bear rug but not much else in the room. Finally the man came in view. It was the balding little lawyer, Mr. Veely, who had given her a hundred dollars and a key to his apartment.
"Where's the girl?" he asked.
"What girl?"
"You know goddamn well what girl!"
"Randy, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. The furnace is on the blink in my apartment building, so I just moved over here until they fixed it."
Kay was amazed at the convincing way Miss Purlett lied. She had wrapped her coat around her nakedness and was the picture of outraged innocence.
Randy Veely mumbled and grumbled around for a few minutes, not sure whether to believe her or not. "What the hell?" he finally growled. "I've had a rough day. Fix me a drink."
While Kay squatted naked before the keyhole, Miss Purlett asked, "Isn't your wife expecting you?"
"Let her wait."
Miss Purlett's glance strayed involuntarily toward the bathroom door, and Kay had the oddest feeling that the blonde knew she was looking through the keyhole. "It's your funeral," Miss Purlett shrugged. "I guess you can afford a divorce."
The balding lawyer laughed. "Hurry up with that drink."
Deftly, Miss Purlett kicked Kay's glass out of sight before the lawyer could notice it. She busied herself preparing a drink. The balding lawyer eased up behind her and slid his hands up under her coat. "Now, Randy," Miss Purlett laughed, "You sound like you came here expecting some other girl, I really should be jealous."
"You know me better than that," the small man said. He was an inch shorter than the elegant saleslady, Kay noted. He sighed and added, "Any port in a storm." , "Is it storming outside?" Miss Purlett asked-innocently.
Mr. Veely peeled her coat off. Surveying her magnificently naked body, he said, "There's gonna be a storm in here pretty soon." He bent over to nuzzle her firm full breasts. "Pretty nice port," he murmured.
Over his head Miss Purlett glanced nervously at the bathroom door. Kay was still naked. All her clothes were out in the living room where Miss Purlett had kicked them behind the couch. What would happen, Kay wondered, when he had to use the bathroom?
She studied the tiny window high over the tub. There was barely enough room for her to squeeze through it. She stood tiptoe on the rim of the tub and slid the frosted glass open. Thirty feet below her, several Eskimos shared a bottle of wine in the alley. Kay closed the window.
Back in the living room Miss Purlett had fixed a drink for the balding little man. She looked toward the bathroom and shrugged as if to say to Kay, "The quicker it's over, the quicker he's gone."
Kay saw the wisdom in her mental statement, but she still suspected that sooner or later Mr. Veely was going to want to use the bathroom. She stared as the little lawyer shed his coat, then his vest. Soon trousers and underwear were flying about the room as the little man undressed between swigs of his drink. "Jesus!" he said, "You made it strong enough."
"I thought you needed a strong one after chasing around in the cold."
Mr. Veely grunted and finished his drink. Another appeared in his hand. He was naked now. His rigid rod attained a respectable length for such a small man. Kay stared, fascinated, trying to understand what was different about him. She had no way of knowing that the little lawyer had been circumcised and Tommy Taskoosh had not.
He sat on the sofa, almost out of Kay's line of sight. He pulled the equally naked Miss Purlett on his lap. There was some casual wrestling that Kay could not clearly see. Then they carefully put their glasses down before sliding off the sofa onto the polar-bear rug.
Kay watched as the balding little man nuzzled and nibbled on Miss Purlett's magnificent mammaries. Kay felt a twinge of jealousy. She knew it would have been more fun for her to kiss those lovely lush breasts than to watch some bristly faced interloper taking her place and enjoying the rites of love.
While she watched, the small man got his knees between Miss Purlett's thighs and knelt. Miss Purlett raised her knees. The lawyer lowered himself over her, resting his weight on his elbows as he rubbed his hairy chest over Miss Purlett's magnificent pink-tipped breast mounds.
He kissed her, and after a moment Kay guessed from the duration of the kiss that he was invading her with his tongue. She saw the elegant blonde saleslady reciprocate as her breathing speeded up. Then suddenly they were sticking tongues in each other's ears. I wonder how that feels?
From the way they squealed and giggled she concluded that it must be fun. Kay wondered if she would ever get a chance to find out. Sooner or later Mr. Veely was going to want to use the bathroom for some reason, and when he found her naked-and when he realized she had been there all the time he was ... Kay didn't know what was going to happen. She was afraid to think about it.
Miss Purlett's firm breasts were squashed against the lawyer's hairy chest. She was breathing almost as hard as the lawyer. He bent over, fastening his mouth over one nipple. Miss Purlet shivered and made a low moaning sound. He shifted to the other nipple, nibbling so hard that Miss Purlet's face occasionally contorted with ecstatic pain.
Miss Purlett's gaping thighs gyrated frantically, bumping against the lawyer's pelvis, begging for something to happen. Finally she got her hand on his rampant rigidity. She squeezed.
Peeping through the keyhole, Kay thought fleetingly of Tommy Taskoosh and the day she had grasped his handle. Sadly, she remembered that it was Tommy who had provoked her father's heart attack. Even if he weren't such a rambunctiously unsophisticated lover, Kay knew she could never forgive him for being a factor in old Sam's death.
Kay had learned from the sisters that all men were raging beasts, yet the lawyer seemed reluctant to do what was expected of him. Kay could see Miss Purlett gripping his swollen manhood, trying to guide it toward her secret slit. Contrary to all Kay's expectations, the small balding man was not eager to get it in. He shrugged his masculinity out of Miss Purlett's hand and got his mouth on one of her nipples again.
Miss Purlett's amazingly long legs whipped up past his shoulders, and she locked her ankles behind his neck. The lawyer ducked, but he couldn't escape the sudden scissor-like action of her legs. He kissed his way down her belly into the lush blonde hair of her pubic triangle, then he cupped her buttocks in his two hands and spread her labia wide.
Instead of diving in all the way, the little man limited himself to tantalizing licks and nibbles, barely touching the sensitive inner membranes of the lush blonde's labia majora. He rapsed his tongue over her labia minora and nibbled her turgid clit while the lush blonde squirmed, moaned, then scissored her long legs and inner thighs over his ears. Kay could see Mr. Veely's bald spot turning red as he continued nibbling, twisting his head to kiss his way up one lush thigh and down the other while Miss Purlett moaned and squirmed and tried to force her gaping gash against his mouth. Finally he obliged her again, fastening his lips over her marble-hard clitoris and sucking it rapidly in and out.
Miss Purlett's thighs lost control, lost their grip on the lawyer's bald head as she moaned, squirmed, and twisted in the throes of passion. Her legs opened, clasped and unclasped spasmodically as she felt building within her a sweet hurting pressure that threatened to tear her apart.
Watching from the keyhole, Kay was almost as excited as if it were all happening to her. She saw Miss Purlett's bottom begin a rhythmical churning, bumping the bridge of the lawyer's nose, grinding, trying frantically to pull him in deeper.
The lawyer rode with her, licking and nibbling. Kay could see his rampant rigidity was not so throbbingly near to explosion as it had been a moment ago. Now she knew why he had not been anxious to put it in.
Suddenly the blonde saleslady's lush body went berserk. Thrashing like a snake, she squirmed and twisted, howling screams of joy as her belly exploded, flooding his face with her joy juice. Her quivering, snapping legs waved wildly above the polar-bear rug. Kay saw the balding man grab at himself and squeeze brutally as he tried to ignore Miss Purlett's abandoned squeals.
Finally the little man's crisis passed and he could relax. While Miss Purlett still thrashed weakly, he found his drink and had another sip.
Finally, as the luxuriantly built blonde slowed her movements, he eased himself in between her relaxed legs. He spread her vulva and very gently guided the tip of his long rigid rod against Miss Purlett's well-juiced receptacle. Kay saw the head of his thing pushing, straining as he put his hand out to spread the blonde's lips farther. He was pushing so hard that all of Miss Purlett's apparatus tried to pucker inward.
Kay waited for the lush blonde to scream. Surely it would hurt any woman when something this big went into her! But Miss Purlett only moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around the balding little man. She rotated her bottom around and around, helping him to get it in.
Slow as an hour hand, he kept pushing. Miss Purlett rose to meet his thrust, and her vagina puckered more deeply around his massive masculinity. Instead of helping her, the balding man backed away, carefully keeping his distance so that only the head of his thing poked at her moist, warm slash.
Kay was fascinated. After all the sisters' stories about men being unfeeling monsters! This bald little man was giving Miss Purlett twice as much pleasure as she had! The blonde's thighs trembled. Her thrashing body was trembling, pulling, straining into some impossibly contorted ... Suddenly Kay heard her scream, "No, oh no! More! Yes, yeeees, NOW!"