Chapter 5

By the time Bob had put down two (or was it three?) martini cocktails that Gail insisted on having before dinner-at El Segovia, the city's most sumptuous restaurant, no less-he was no longer in any condition to suspect Gail's cute tricks. Landing atop of the Scotch as they did, the cocktails cut in with a vengeance; he was quickly flying.

He kept looking at Gail's lovely face, at the sexy, black gown which brazenly revealed her firm breasts. He took in her fairly trim waist, her cute pooch of belly, the flaring line of her calves in the old-style pumps she wore-the heels thin, the toes wickedly pointed-and he was filled with lust.

And God, but didn't he want her? Didn't he want to sink his raging bone into her sweet gash? Wouldn't he give almost anything to get into her? After all the waiting? The going without?

When the cigarette girl came through, Gail casually beckoned her over and took a pack of smokes. Then she spied the souvenir cigarette lighters, gold-plated things that went for fifteen dollars. "Please, darling?" she wheedled. "Buy Gail one? A momenta Souvenir of our first night together?"

Without a moment's hesitation, feeling very generous, Bob peeled off the required bills. Gail oohed and aahed over the trinket, and for the first time put her arms around him and kissed his face. "You angel, Bob. You're so good to poor little Gail."

They had the best steaks in the house. He balked a little when she ordered a special bottle of champagne, but when she gigglingly whispered into his ear, "Better buy it, baby ... champagne always makes me passionate..." he quickly gave in.

Then, dinner over, she still dallied. It was almost ten, and he was anxious to get back to their room to take care of the murderous ache in his trousers. But Gail wouldn't hear of it As he paid the bill at a little gift boutique, she spied a compact to match the cigarette lighter. Suddenly she had to have that matching accessory also. He bought it. Anything to get her back to the motel.

But that wasn't the end of it. Dragging him into the adjoining bar room, she excitedly said, "Oh, Bob, a dance combo. I just love to dance." The minute they were parked at the bar, she ordered a brandy Alexander. "You try one, too, baby. You're such a Iamb. The fun we're gonna have."

Though Bob told her he was a terrible dancer, Gail dragged him onto the floor just the same. Patiently she pushed him through several slow numbers. Naturally, getting her into his arms at long last, he was further aroused, and couldn't help but snuggle close, grind his engorged tool into her belly. "Ooooooh," she squealed, "Bob, you naughty boy. You do have it bad for Gail, don't you?"

"You damned well know it, darlin', " he rasped, almost afraid he'd go off then and there.

But still Gail dallied; she wheedled drink after drink from him. If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn she was deliberately trying to get him drunk so she might sabotage his lust drives once they got back to that damned motel room.

It was 11:45 before Gail finally relented, and they left the imagine cafe. She became kittenish and coy once they were behind closed doors. Wouldn't he put the lights out? All of a sudden she was shy and unsure of herself and wondered whether they should see the thing through. Would he still respect her if she surrendered herself the first night out?

Somehow he managed to convince her. If Gail had thought she'd done Bob in, she was in grave error, and now, as he sat over her on the bed, made a great, prolonged show of peeling her pretty gown, her lacy slip off, she made an act of forestalling him. "You will be kind and gentle to me, won't you, Bob? You won't hurt me. You are such a big man." Her eyes drifted down to the monolithic outline of his tool in his trousers. "So much bigger than I expected."

Instead of inhibiting Bob, her pathetic mewl served as a maddening goad to him, and taking in her body, he was wild to taste her ripe, sensuous flesh-in more ways than one.

"Oooh, Bob," she purred as his hands whispered over her silk-glossed body, as his fingers tickled her swollen tits, her belly, the moist vale of slithery flesh between her legs, "that feels good. I like it when a man plays with me, loves me up before..." Abruptly she caught herself.

Then, as his lips slid across the nylon of her bra, of her panties even: "You're one of those, huh, lover?" Gail blundered further. "Brave ... Gail's brave man," she hissed, purposely flung her legs wide to welcome his exploring lips; her fingers fluttered in his hair, actually guided him to her crotch. And as the sex-obsessed man licked her through the panties, as he gnawed her vagina through the slickly coated second skin, she lost more and more control.

"You like my undies?" she gurgled, slapping her thighs on his head again and again. "The sexies I bought with the money you sent me?"

The lingerie didn't seem exceptionally new or provocative to Bob, but he said nothing. There were more important things at hand just then. "Gorgeous, baby," he groaned, clumsily, eagerly undoing her brassiere, sucking, pulling lips to her fat, puffy tits. He rolled the flimsy panties down her hips at the same time. They caught about her knees, and he couldn't resist digging his fingers into her. Gail squealed.

She went ape when he'd finally divested her of every single stitch, when he'd dragged off his own clothes as well. And briefly, as he re-attacked her with a wild tongue, with sucking lips, he lapsed into a maudlin torpor. Gail was beautiful, she was warm and kind and giving. She was the girl he'd been waiting for all these unhappy years. If he could have her, forever and ever-

His tongue went to her like some anteater's; it literally swabbed the inner walls of her cunt. A woman with fire in her, a woman who really liked to be fucked and loved! Who wanted to love in return! Now the panties came off; the carter belt and hosiery quickly followed. Once more he was crouched between her legs, supping at her vagina.

In his delirium, he was sure that Gail was just as eager to reciprocate his self-sacrificing love. And thinking to accommodate her, he turned partially on the bed, so that all she had to do was reach out for him, wrap greedy fingers around his penis, drag it to her famished lips. Already he could feel the liquid-hot slide of that exotic flesh; he could feel the caress of her palate, the slippery graininess of her tongue.

When, in reality, he felt absolutely nothing. "Gail?" he asked confusedly. "Don't you wanta, too? Ain't you of a mind to love me a little that way, too? I'd love to have you..."

Her voice was blurred, liquid. "I couldn't, darling," she protested. "Not just yet. Give me time. A girl isn't like a man. She just can't up and do it so easy. Please, honey, give me a little longer? Tomorrow? We've got all day tomorrow..." And in a further effort to decoy him from the odious concession: "The other now, Bob. No more! Don't lick me down there anymore. Just you. Your thing." A wracking spasm shook her. "Your penis, darling! Your big penis!"

It was smokescreen enough. After not hearing such incendiary talk for years-that Mamie whore didn't count-it was altogether too much. Suddenly his penis throbbed and spilled rich gouts of his semen on the sheet and in her feebly clenching palm. Wild horses couldn't have kept him from her hot, runny vagina.

If he didn't bury his damned penis that very minute-

With a groan he was over her, driving his vagina-slicked lips into hers, at the same time scrambling and positioning himself between her legs. He sensed, rather than felt, her vague recoil as he ground her vagina dew into her own.lips. But still, as Gail regained control, forced her lips to answer his slithery kiss, he was reassured. After all, her first time-with a strange man-Then there was another groan-a shrill, chuckling, self-satisfied one-as he expertly placed the bulging dome of his penis into her crevice and slowly began funneling it deep into her hole. "Oh, God, God, baby," she choked as he went deep, deeper, deepest, "it's so big, so fat and hard. I just can't believe it. I never dreamed men grew this big." Her breath caught in her throat dramatically, and she withheld him momentarily. "Are you sure, Bob, it'll go into me? It won't hurt me, do me no permanent damage, will it?"

Her words thrilled Bob to the core of his being. He felt like he was a stallion, a bull. This glorious hunk of female! A question like that! "I won't hurt you, darlin' ," he chuckled. "Not on your life. I'll be careful, real careful. Never met a girl yet who couldn't handle all this."

"Are you sure, Bob?" she continued the parodied lust. "It's just that I've never seen a man who was so ... so . . , "

"Who was hung like me?" he prompted.

"Yes, baby," she forced, " ... hung like you."

"Well, jist wait'll you get it all, Gail." And then, with a phlegmy, gurgling wheeze, he slowly threaded his tool into her tight, oozy vagina. Gail's awe-filled cries thrilled him further.

And did something else to him. He was no sooner buried to the balls in her wringing vagina that he felt an urgency in his scrotum. Oh, God, no, he wailed inwardly. Not so damned fast! After all this waiting, all this workup! It can't be! Give me time, a little time. Time to enjoy every bit Of this, to milk it of all the hot sensation in the damned world!

If anything, Gail chose to make it still worse for him. "Gorgeous," she gulped in thick cries, as if she were literally chewing the words out, "it's simply gorgeous. Ooh! The way it fills me up, stretches me! God, Bob, it feels a mile long, a yard wide."

"Am I hurting you, baby? I don't mean to..."

"Hurt me, hurt me, Bob. That big prick! That prick and a half! In, damn you, in! That kind of hurt I'll never get enough of."

He was startled, slightly turned off at Gail's pleas. He'd never dreamed that she or any woman could let herself go like that, such vile, self-revealing things. At the same time he was thrilled beyond endurance. He felt like he was going to pin her right to the mattress and come right out of her back.

"Hurry, darling!" she encouraged. "Already! I'm coming, you sweet fuck! God, Bob! Go, oh, go! Ram that sweet thing right through me. I'm here, I'm here ... Quick, sugarcock, quick. You, too. Spit it in there. Sock it to me!" She nearly choked on her cries. "God, dear God!"

And yet, even as Bob shot, as he literally splashed into her grinding, masticating vagina, there was something that didn't quite ring true about her cries, about her wildcat-writhing body. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was there just the same. He couldn't help but feel he'd been taken, cheated somehow. Suddenly the whole thing seemed as phony as a three-dollar bill.

His suspicions were further reinforced, when, a few minutes later, regaining his breath, he tried to bring his penis back to life in her slit. "No, Bob," she protested, freezing beneath him; pushing him back with sharp nails. "Enough for tonight. I acted bad enough as it was. If you're going to have any respect for me ... Oh, what happened to me? How could I have said those awful things?" .

He tried to pump a few more times, but she became harsh. "They weren't awful," he mumbled. "They were wonderful. All woman. If you just knew how long I been waiting f r the gal to let herself go like that ... Please, Gail. Just once more. I won't be such a damned jackrabbit this time."

She giggled, twisted away and fled for the adjoining bath. "No," she called, "there's time. Tomorrow. Rest for now. Besides ... I've gotta wash. You wouldn't want me catching no babies, would you?"

Lying in a frozen trance, listening to her splashings behind the closed door, Bob tried to pinpoint the source of his disappointment at that moment. Just what had gone wrong? Why did he feel so sick, so unclean just then?

At that moment the realization hit him squarely between the eyes. He knew what their love-no matter how vocal and frantic it had been-reminded him of. He couldn't help but think of Ardis at that moment. The sounds had been different, but the mechanics had somehow been the same. There'd been no real love, no speck of humanity in their coupling.

He turned his face to the wall and didn't speak when Gail finally came out of the John and eased herself into bed. He pretended he was already asleep.

He was further chagrined, upon waking the next morning, to find that Gail was already up and dressed, already gone. Immediately he thought the worst, and groped in his trousers for his wallet, But his billfold was still there, every bit of his money untouched.

Then he saw the note on the dresser. "Out shopping," it read. "Meet me at the coffee shop at eleven if you're awake by then; Love, Gail."

He fought back a burning rage and snorted in disgust. He hadn't expected anything like this. He'd thought that there would have been a frisky romp this morning before getting up. He'd even thought they might shower together, the way the hero and heroine were always doing in those sex books he'd read.

Sullenly he rose and hopped into the shower. Strange, he mused as he washed. The soap didn't seem to help. He felt like he wanted to scrub himself inside as well.

But if Bob expected to coax a quickie from Gail when they got back to the motel room around 12:30, big brunch behind them, he was again disappointed. She had made a hair appointment down at the hotel beauty salon; there wasn't time. Could he meet her at 2:30? They'd go shopping together; there were a few things she had to pick up. And after that, cocktails, a nice dinner somewhere intimate and cozy. And after that? The diabolic glint in her eyes made Bob's penis stiffen in seconds.

Needless to say, Bob slipped her ten dollars for the beauty shop. He wandered aimlessly while waiting. like a damned fool, he. spotted some pretty shoes he thought would look good on Gail, thought to bring her back to buy them later.

Needless to say, Gail loved the shoes, and managed to wheedle a matching purse, a new dress to go with them before she let him out of the exclusive women's shop. It was only 4:30 p.m., and she was already into him for another sixty-five dollars. But nevertheless, he shrugged it off. All part of it. Once we get things settled between us, she won't be that expensive.

Again she took forever over cocktails, over dinner. Again there was the champagne and clumsy dancing. It was 10:30 p.m. by the time the weary, frustrated couple finally were in their motel room. And still Gail procrastinated and insisted that he fix her another drink.

It was a half hour later, Gail in a frilly nightie, Bob in just his tee-shirt, his penis up like a ball bat, when the other shoe fell. And when she recoiled as he moved closer, touched her-

"What the hell, darling," he complained. "Don't make me wait no more. I been dying to get at you all day long."

"Please, Bob. Try to understand, darling. Would you hate me awfully, darling? If I told you I can't tonight? I want to something awful. But I just can't. I really didn't expect my troubles this early, Bob. They surprised me. It's that certain time of the month, angel."

She felt him stiffen and immediately sought to placate him. "Now, Bob, honey. Don't be that way. There'll be other times. We'll get together again. And then..."

Bile gathered in his throat and threatened to choke him. Then and there, Bob knew that he'd been taken, that Gail had been stringing him along ever since they'd met; she'd put out last night only when all else had failed. She'd kept him hanging to bleed him of more gifts. He'd bet his right arm she'd put the bite on him for more money before they split tomorrow.

He didn't'say anything. He didn't have to. The rage in his eyes and his maniacal expression was more than enough. And when he wordlessly flung Gail onto the bed, methodically shredded the flimsy gown from neck to hem, when he began scrambling over her, she knew that the jig was up. The country hick had finally tumbled; he was beyond soft words and cajolery now. She'd played her sucker too long.

She tried to scream, to claw him when he humped himself up to her face, drove his drooling tool into her face. But he cuffed her once, twice and she whimperingly submitted. He dug his thumb and fingers into her throat, cut off the air, and she docilely opened her mouth.

He fucked her-raped her-in the mouth. He violated those pretty lips, that aristocratic throat. He mussed her high-fashion hairdo. He dug his fingers into her flesh, holding her while he fucked her in the face. Very quickly his penis recoiled, unloaded. She tried to turn her face, spit it out, but he held her to her job, forced her to swallow every last drop.

"All of it, you gold-digging little cock-sucker!" he growled. "Every fucking last drop."

Afterward, he still knelt above her, making her suck and lick his balls, his anus even.

A minute later he was on her belly, his penis commencing to iron the furrows out of her sluttish vagina. She screamed and bucked and fought, but to no avail. Once again it was like that time with Ardis. Once again he was avenging himself upon her for the ruin she'd made of his life.

He came once. But he didn't stop. Instead he dug his fingers deeper into her buttocks, holding her in place while he humped himself hard again. This screw seemingly took all night; Gail was limp and helpless by the time he finished.

Bob made her suck him clean a last time. Five minutes later he was dressed, standing over the sobbing opportunist.

"You filthy whore!" he spat, verging on tears. "Are you all alike? Promising everything but giving nothing? God, ain't there a decent, honest woman in the whole fucking world?"

Another minute later the door slammed behind him, and, suitcase in hand, he streaked toward his truck.

He drove nonstop through the night and was in Garrett Park by 8:30 the next morning. Deliberately he waited until he was sure Ardis was at church before he dared go home.