Chapter 6
In his room, Randy carefully locked the door. Then he went over to the adjoining door to Sherry's room and bolted that from the inside. After Ava's frenzied sexual exhibition, he was determined to keep the rest of his visit on a strictly professional level.
Enough was enough, he'd decided, and he'd had more than enough of women for the time being. He resolutely pushed the vivid image of Gina's taut, eager breasts straining at her cotton dress from his mind. It wasn't going to be easy, he realized, but he was a scholar first and a man second. It occurred to him that in a way the fact that he was such an efficient scholar was the very source of his trouble. After all, it was scientific curiosity that had driven him to succumb to Sherry's charms, to compare her talents in bed to Gina's lush attractions. And it was a very difficult comparison, too, because the two women were so different, mentally and physically. As matters stood, Sherry had a slight edge simply because their fucking was so recent and fresh in his mind, while he hadn't screwed Gina since the night before.
Despite this, it was Gina he desired, not Sherry. Randy stood in the center of his room, staring thoughtfully in the direction of Gina's room, struggling with his earlier resolution to avoid any further entanglements. Finally, after a brief violent struggle, his promise won out.
There was a fireplace in his room that was almost identical to the one in Gina's room. He went over to it now and examined it carefully, probing the intricate design with his thumb and forefinger, pressing here and there where the hand-carved wood protruded. For a full twenty minutes he probed, kneeling, and at last he stood up with a sigh. At the moment he stood up, his elbow knocked painfully against the underside of the mantle.
The entire fireplace began to swing out, creaking.
Randy watched with satisfaction. He had a hunch there were hidden passageways and rooms in the old house, a hunch that was formed from earlier excursions into similar old mansions. When the fireplace stopped creaking, Randy stooped and peered inside, his nostrils recoiling from the damp, musty odor that came out. It was dark as pitch inside.
He went over to the dresser drawer and got the flashlight he'd brought with him. Remembering that he'd brought Gina along as an impartial witness, he unlocked his door and knocked softly on hers. After a moment she opened it.
"Come with me," he whispered.
Her face lit up, and he added, "This is business, Gina. "
With a wry, disappointed smile, she followed him into his room. He locked the door again and went over to the open fireplace.
Gina stared at it in surprise. "How did you discover that?"
"A hunch. And experience. Let's go inside, and remember, be quiet. Talk in whispers. We may stumble across someone."
He switched on the flashlight, crouching in the small entrance. The light revealed a gloomy passageway with walls of brick. Gina clutched his sleeve.
"Ready?" he whispered.
"For anything," she replied, following him inside the passageway. They were able to straighten up inside. They hadn't gone more than a few yards when a slow, creaking sound made Randy whirl around.
The fireplace was closing again.
They watched, frozen with awe, as it swung shut with a click.
"How did that happen?" Gina whispered.
"Probably automatic. We must have stepped on a brick that triggered its closing mechanism."
"How are we going to get out, though?" she asked.
Randy scratched his head. "That's a good question. Maybe it will open automatically, too. Anyway, as long as we're inside, let's explore it."
He shone the beam on her face. "Scared?" he asked.
"Darn right I am," Gina said. "But don't mind me. I'm going to hang on to your sleeve for dear life."
"Okay, let's go."
After a few yards, the passageway turned sharply. Randy tried to figure in which direction they were going, concluding they were crossing the end of the hallway toward Gina's room. They suddenly came across a large, oak door with rusty hinges. Randy shone the light on it fully, and Gina let out a short scream.
On the center of the door hung a grinning skull.
"Easy," Randy told her. "It's probably nothing more than someone's idea of a joke."
"Or a warning," she said. "Let's go back. I don't want to go in there. Not for anything."
Randy studied the skull with care. After a moment he laughed.
"It's not even a human skull."
"What do you mean?"
"It's a plastic reproduction, very authentic-looking, but factory-made by the thousands, They're used in medical schools, among other places."
Gina let out a long sigh of relief. "I don't care," she said stubbornly. "I still don't want to go in there."
"Don't be silly, Gina. We may find the answer to your ghostly apparition, believe me."
He turned the knob and swung open the large door, which creaked painfully on its rusty hinges. Carefully, he stepped inside the room and shone the light around. He caught his breath. Gina's fingers dug into his arm.
"Wow" she whispered.
In the center of the room stood a shrine, surrounded on each side by tall pillars. On the stone shrine were life-size statues of a man and woman screwing, fixed forever in a moment of ecstasy, their marble bodies so life-like Randy expected them to move any second. The woman had firm, bare breasts so skillfully sculptured Randy had to resist the impulse to reach out and caress them. Her body was small, but perfectly proportioned. It looked vaguely familiar to him.
"Her face," Gina whispered. "Look at it."
Randy shone the full beam on it. There was no mistaking those finely molded features or that innocent expression. Beyond a doubt, it was Sherry's face. And, as his eyes took in the petite body once more, there was no doubt that it was Sherry's body, either.
"Who do you suppose the man is?" Gina asked.
Randy transferred the light to the man's face.
"I don't know," he said. "It could be anyone. Her lover, I suppose."
"But isn't there something familiar about his face?" Gina persisted.
Randy studied it carefully. There was something faintly familiar in the features, but whoever it reminded him of completely eluded him.
"It reminds me of someone," he admitted, "but I can't place him at the moment. Let's look at the rest of the place."
He shone the flashlight slowly around the room.
There were beautifully executed oil paintings on the walls, all with the same theme of sex, all done with the highest professional skill.
Gina let out a low whistle. "I don't know anything about art, but I would guess there's a small fortune on those canvases."
"More than small," said Randy. He went over to one painting and searched until he found the artist's signature, recognizing it at once as a well-known, recently deceased painter. "Come over and take a look at the signature."
Gina joined him.
"Why do you suppose paintings worth a fortune are kept holed up in a room like this?" she asked.
Randy shook his head. "I don't know, but I'm sure Sherry has the answer."
Gina pressed her body against his in the semidarkness. "They're exciting to look at, aren't they?" she whispered. "So ... life-like. I wonder who posed for them?"
"I haven't the vaguest," said Randy, acutely aware of Gina's soft belly brushing his hip. "But they are exciting."
"Inspiring is the word," she said in a husky voice.
"Let's examine the rest of the place," he said, remembering his earlier resolution.
In the corner, they found a huge, four-poster bed, neatly made up and free of dust.
"Linen's been changed recently," Randy said. "Someone has been taking awfully good care of this room, even if the rest of the house is a shambles. What's this?"
He slid open some drapes that lined one wall. Behind them was a closet almost twenty feet in length. Neatly kept on hangers were scores of negligees, nightgowns, feminine under things and some odd-looking dresses. A closer examination of the dresses revealed strange, whimsical designs, such as tiny, apertures for a woman's nipples to protrude, and numerous other exotic little touches. They were all obviously very expensive and custom-tailored.
Gina gasped. "Talk about a dream wardrobe! This is the finest collection of sexy apparel I've ever seen or probably will ever see." She ran her fingers through a silk negligee. "Expensive as the devil, too. Do you suppose all this belongs to Sherry? It's her size, all right."
"I wouldn't jump at any conclusions just yet," Randy said. "But it's clear we've stumbled across a secret love nest. As far as I can tell, though, it doesn't have any bearing on the weird things that have been happening lately. I wonder where this door leads to?"
He stood in front of a door that was securely padlocked.
"We'll probably never know, if the size of that lock is any indication," said Gina. A cold draft swept into the room, and she suddenly shivered.
"I'd like to go back now, Randy. I've seen enough for the time being."
He had to agree with her. For one thing, the cold and dampness were distinctly uncomfortable.
From the doorway, he shone the flashlight once more on the statues, trying to place the man's face.
Gina sighed. "I can't really say I'd blame you if you succumbed to Sherry. If she looks as good in the flesh as that statue, she must be something else in bed."
Randy was about to say that she was, but held his tongue just in time.
"Let's go," he said. She hung onto his sleeve as they went back into the corridor and retraced their steps. When they got to within a few yards of the fireplace, it began to swing open again.
"As I said, it's probably a spring device beneath one of these bricks," Randy said.
Back in his room, he ran his thumb beneath the mantle until he pressed the same spot he'd struck earlier by accident. The fireplace swung shut again.
"Do you suppose the fireplace in my room has the same setup?" asked Gina.
"Probably," said Randy. "That's why I'm so suspicious about that so-called apparition. We'll cheek on it later. I wouldn't advise you to try it without me. There's no telling what you might find when it opens."
"What are you going to do now?" she asked.
He glanced at his watch. "Take a shower and get ready for dinner. It's only about an hour away."
Gina went over to his door and locked it, leaning against it with a look of calculating hunger in her eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She arched her back slightly so that her breasts thrust out. "Those paintings," she said in a low voice. "Didn't you realize what they'd do to me?"
He frowned. "This isn't like your usual self, Gina. I always thought you were a woman of composure-"
"Composure?" she retorted. "Screw that. Last night for the first time I woke up, thanks to you. Composure is for old maids, not healthy young girls." She began walking toward him with a measured pace, swaying her hips slightly. "Last night you roused a sleeping tiger, and now you want to soothe it with words." She got to within a few inches of him and stopped, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling. "You've never seen my body in daylight, have you, Randy? No man ever has. I want you to be the first. I know that you'll compare it to Sherry's, and I want you to. Maybe she's got the experience I haven't, but I've got a body she'll never have."
He started to speak, and she put her fingers to his lips.
"No comment yet. Just wait, and watch."
She tossed back her head, her wealth of rich, black hair framing her lovely face. Smiling confidently, she unbuttoned her dress slowly. His eyes followed her fingers, fascinated. When it was completely undone, she slipped out of it and tossed it on the bed.
Even with her bra and panties still on, he had to admit that she put Sherry's statue to shame. She spread her long, tapered legs apart, reached back and unsnapped her bra and tossed that on the bed.
Randy's throat went dry.
Her luscious, creamy white breasts sprang forth eagerly, each nipple pointing slightly outward.
"Take off your shirt," Gina told him.
With urgent fingers, he took off his shirt and tossed it on the bed next to her dress. She stepped up to him, cupping her breasts in her hands, and let the nipples brush his bare chest in a side-to-side motion, then in an up-and-down motion. The soft, satiny texture of her breasts against his bare skin was enough to prime him to a frenzy. He'd never felt so powerfully aroused before, as though he could fuck her three times successively without tiring.
He seized her breasts and buried his face between them for a moment, then sucked hard on a rosy nipple, feeling it grow rigid in his mouth.
Gina gasped with pleasure and offered him the other nipple.
He repeated the process, working his tongue on it in a rapid, vibrating motion that caused her to moan with delight.
Until that moment, he'd never considered himself anything but a gentleman, willing to go through all the little amenities that women loved so much and that aroused them by degrees to such passionate heights, always carefully controlling his own desires to coincide with their slower natures.
But the feeling of Gina's satiny, milk-white breasts in his hands was enough to shatter his self-control completely. He lifted her easily by the waist, carried her over to the bed and dropped her. In a matter of seconds, he has his pants off. Bending over, he gripped her panties in his hands and tore them off, aroused to fever pitch by the fragrance of her cunt, and the feel of her long, shapely legs as he slid the panties over them.
He started to mount her when it occurred to him that a certain amount of passionate foreplay was essential for Gina's sake, otherwise it would be painful for her, especially since she was deflowered just the night before. Calling on his last reserves of patience and self-control, he held his passion in cheek and proceeded to arouse her to his own pitch.
She slipped into his arms and threw back her head as he began feverishly to kiss her breasts. He released her and grasped a breast in each hand, sucking the points as if they were trumpets. Gina felt cold shivers slide convulsively down her spine. She abandoned herself to his lips which ran all over the top part of her body, sucking as if he wanted to draw blood from her skin.
She put her arms around his body and pressed his head against her breasts. He was quivering with excitement.
His hands began frantically to explore her body, moving down her back, smoothing her buttocks, gripping them, catching them in voluptuous handfuls of flesh; he ran his fingers along the warm ravine of cleavage between them, pressed the puckered flesh of her anus until she squirmed and whimpered; he stroked her thighs and sought her lips with his. His tongue was rough.
Randy began to pant with the excitement of his efforts. His heart was pounding and his penis was as stiff as a ramrod.
In a very short time his hands, which had savagely ravished her body, lingering over her most intimate parts with a dalliance which betrayed his utter sensuality, became insufficient instruments for his lustful satisfaction.
With each fistful of flesh he clenched-buttocks, breasts, belly, vaginal lips-his hips strained up under her and he pulsated like a barrel of heated gunpowder.
With a shock, sudden and overwhelming as if cold water had been poured on his loins, Randy felt Gina's cool hands slip under his ass and enclose his burning heat in their soothing balm. He shuddered from head to toes.
Her fingers soothed and caressed, then gently began to rub up and down the stiff stem of flesh.
Gina was squirming with delight as his fingers brushed her vagina and pierced into its moist outskirts. She rolled over on top of him, infusing his body with her soft warmth. She pressed down on him and rubbed her hips voluptuously against his penis which she felt rolling like a length of doughy bread between them, a length of hot, newly baked bread.
His arms encircled her, pulling her to him, his hips pressed up against her, indenting her, sensual superfluity of flesh.
Gently, for several minutes they pressed together, with his hands holding her ass, his lips sucking her mouth open. And then she wriggled up a little on him until his penis waved wildly between her slightly opened thighs, cleaving up so that she could feel its upper side against her buttocks.
She broke from his ardent kissing and levered herself towards an upright position, sitting across his loins, one thigh on either side of his body. She caught his rod in her hand, gave it a last squeeze, knelt up and placed it against her.
Randy raised his head from its horizontal position and let his eyes augment the pleasure of his bodily senses.
He watched her lower herself gently, then flop down with a gasp of pent-up breath. Immediately he felt an abandonment of his soul; it rushed down through his body. It made the rest of his body, his mind, seem so much putty, so much lifeless clay. It was only down there that there was any reason for existence. The rest of him could have died if only that would go on living forever.
Gina plunged further down on that stiff pike, feeling it tear up inside her cunt. Her breasts jumped with her plunges, her thighs sank lower and lower, her knees slithered further away from his body on either side.
From time to time she opened her closed eyes or brushed the hair from her face. Then she would see Randy lying back, only his hips tensed, moving up at her in slight undulations as she descended. She would see his lips moving and his white, strained face.
Randy, too, opened his eyes every so often and fixed her with a gaze. Then she would screw up her beautiful face in passion, to excite him, mutter endearments and let her hair swing forward over her face in abandonment.
His body began to writhe and twist as he sank deeper and deeper into her moist, hot body.
He could feel the pounding of his heart. It seemed to fill his ears and his whole body. The physical torture whipped up his senses to a fine point of receptivity.
Through half-closed eyes he watched her full breasts leap and sway in their smooth, glossy skin; he felt her thighs warmly press into his loins as she came down, impaling herself on the cock.
He was getting more and more excited. A thrumming in his loins joined with a thrumming in his chest and ears.
Gina pressed harder and harder on him, giving him no respite, drawing herself right up above him, then crashing down again so that the movement made her stomach turn over. At the end of the downward stroke she ground her buttocks against him, squirming on him for a few seconds until gasps burst from his lips.
Occasionally his hands twitched out to her and managed to grasp and feebly squeeze her thighs or even reach to her breasts.
So furious was her youthful onslaught that she began to feel the excitement of culmination and forced herself to slow down the pace so as not, to lose any ferocity of attack until Randy was ready himself.
She could feel her loins swarming as if a thousand snakes were writhing inside. She released a stream of gasping cries, and he groaned agonizingly, clenching his fingers into her thighs.
He saw her face mistily, head thrown back, beautiful neck,, lips moving. His fingers dug into her fleshy thighs. He gasped deliciously.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Give it to me now," she begged. "Give me cock!"
He rose to meet her lips. Her hands seized his buttocks fiercely, jamming his hips against hers, and her legs twined around his, her heels digging into the backs of his ankles.
"You're so good to me," she gasped as he stuffed his cock into her, "so good."
Their bodies locked in passion, they began to fuck with mounting urgency. A thrill shot through Randy's body as Gina began to experiment with her hips. First, she rotated them in a widening circle, then abruptly she switched to a side-to-side motion, then to an up-and-down series of movements, giving Randy a different sensation each time.
Feverishly her tongue darted in his ear for a moment before it snaked into his mouth. As their tempo mounted, Gina groaned and dug her heels more fiercely into the backs of his ankles.
They reached orgasm together.
Her hot, pulsating body above his froze momentarily, at the precise instant Randy came. Afterward, she clung to him fiercely, continuing to rotate her hips as she whispered in his ear.
"It was so good," she crooned, "so fantastic. I could fuck forever. Just wait until we get back to your office. I'll make your coffee breaks something you'll never forget. And let me give you fair warning you'll never know when I'm going to lock that door and tear your clothes off and give you thirty minutes of the wildest intermission you've ever had in your life. That couch in your office looks like just the right size, too. I get so hot and wet inside when I think of it, you and I together on that soft leather couch, fucking like mad ... "
Randy felt a powerful surge of lust course through his body. Gina continued moving her hips, giving him fine prickles of sensation. Feeling her warm, moist vagina clutching him so possessively, Randy came to a decision.
There was no doubt that Sherry was exciting, even dynamic in bed. But compared to Gina, she was simply an echo of pleasure. Gina's body fit his as perfectly as if it were molded for him, and the mere sight of her luscious breasts and rounded, milky-white hips was enough to prime him instantly. Sherry was more talented and experienced, true, but Gina's enthusiasm and naive passion more than made up for that. Already, she had begun to discover how to use her body, proving that talent could be acquired. Being a bright girl, she would learn quickly, and endowed with a statuesque, tantalizing body, once she learned she would provide heights of pleasure Sherry could never approach.
Randy kneaded the flesh of Gina's succulent ass, torn between the strong desire to fuck her again and the cautious part of his nature, which told him to conserve his energy for the time being. He knew he could screw her twice more in succession if he wanted to, but they still had two nights to spend in the house. And there was no telling what might happen during that time.
A picture of Ava's half-closed eyes glittering with excitement flashed across his mind. Her body was thin and hard, but he'd known women with bodies like that who were superb in bed, making up for their lack of femininity by using skill and imagination.
Gina stirred beneath him.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked. "From the look on your face, it must be pretty interesting."
Randy grinned. "I was thinking, Gina, that a scholar is an unlucky man. He's cursed with too much curiosity."
"I can fix that," she said, her hand probing for his cock. The next moment he shivered with pleasure. There was no doubt about it. Gina learned very quickly.
Abruptly, he got off the bed and looked at his watch on the bedside table.
"It's almost dinnertime," he said. "We'd better get going."
Gina wrinkled her nose. "Who cares about food?"
"I don't know about you, but I've worked up a ravenous appetite. We'd better shower and get dressed. "
Gina stretched out on the bed and yawned, unaware that her voluptuous body was causing Randy a moment of tormented indecision.
She looked over at his naked body, her eyes widening. "My God, you are a hunk of man, aren't you? Lucky me!" she sighed.
She got off the bed and before he could stop her she'd knelt and took his cock into her mouth.
The next moment she stood up and casually walked over to the bed. She began dressing.
"That was so you'll remember me the next time you look at Sherry or Ava," she said, smiling.
Randy grabbed a towel and started toward the shower.
"Wait," said Gina. "Why don't we just shower together?"
"Because I have to share the bathroom with Sherry. You know how she is. She might just pop in without knocking."
"That's right," Gina sighed. "But don't you think it would be better if I was with you when she popped in?"
"I'm a big boy now. I can protect myself."
Gina tossed her head as she slipped into her dress. "I wonder." She came over to him and put her arms around him, rotating her soft belly against his. "See you later, darling."
Randy started to grab her, and she twisted out of his grasp laughing.
"From now on, I'm going to be hard to get. You're going to have to seduce me for a change. It's about time I stopped chasing you, and you started chasing me. Bye-bye."
He watched her go out the door, laughing softly. He went to the shower, thinking that as a rule he couldn't stand coyness in a woman, but Gina, at least, was perfectly justified. After all, she had done all the work up till now. And it was about time he started chasing her.