Chapter 5
Reggie Van Dorn treaded water in the center of Gene's and Rita's swimming pool. As he did so, he stared up in wonder at Tina's window. He felt a vague inkling that this Tina might be the answer to his lifelong problem. The arms and legs of the dapper little man worked slowly but efficiently as he moved in the water. Gene and Rita sat at one of the umbrella tables now, playing gin rummy, their nudity casual and taken for granted.
From the opposite end of the pool Roger watched him, guessing at his thoughts as he chatted with Denise. He could not guess at all of Reggie's thoughts, of course, but he sensed that Reggie was toying with the idea of visiting Tina's room. Roger had his own lingering feeling of jealousy regarding Denise, but he had decided to let the weekend take its course. Denise had assured him they would return to their "usual relationship" once this fling was over and he had resigned himself to the fact. Regarding Reggie, he was absolutely right, though he did not know the depth and despair of the little man's thoughts.
Reggie Van Dorn had been raised by a wealthy New England family. Ever since he could remember, normal sex had been out of the question for him. He guessed that the beginning of his desire to watch rather than participate in sexual acts had begun that night so long ago when he had stumbled onto his parents making love. Creeping up to his parents bedroom door one night, he had distinctly overheard his very staid and proper mother (at least he had always considered her staid and proper) say to his straight-laced father, "Of course I will suck you off, darling-anytime you want."
His father had grunted back in guttural whispers, urging her on. Yes, Reggie thought now, they had been like two lustful animals panting and thrusting in the night. The discovery had disgusted him but, at the same time, he had stood there entranced, unable to avoid listening to their lovemaking. Since that time he had literally been unable to have so-called "normal" sex. He had become a voyeur.
Why his overhearing his parents in the act of sex had incapacitated him, or why he sensed that the delectable Tina might be the answer to his problem he did not know. The idea was merely a dream, a hope born of an intense desire to experience what everyone else apparently enjoyed. He chuckled to himself. Yes, apparently people did enjoy sexual intercourse. Otherwise, why would there be so many of them? He went on that way, staring up at Tina's room and wondering... wondering... Soon, he knew, he would go to her.
In her room, Tina lay still naked and staring up at the ceiling. What she had done to Chuck had been cruel, she knew. Still, if he thought he was going to stick that monstrous thing inside her he was crazy. Also, last night, she had been cruel to Roger. Why had she found it necessary to hurt them? It had to be their feeling of masculine superiority. So many of them walked around, laden with their cocks and balls, feeling superior to women. True, she occasionally accommodated some man or woman who desired to be hurt by whipping or whatever, but dishing out pain was not her desire. These had been acts born of sudden resentment-even envy.
No, what she really wanted was to be loved and cared for by someone tender instead of just "used." She sighed. Gene had spoken of Reggie Van Dorn, a wealthy man who liked to watch.
Well, she had met a few of those, too. Still, maybe he was the answer. Maybe he could provide for her in the manner she truly desired. He had money, and that was certainly a plus. Also, if she could appeal to something deeply imbedded within him, he might be gentle and even a suitable sex partner. The important thing was to stay in the swim of activity where she could meet the right man-not some exploiter like the freaky Jimenez had been. Damn that Brazilian!
The stakes were high, she thought. The stakes were her life! Either she would continue her drab existence of bumming around-a kind of whore-or she would find Mr. Right. Thus far she had been unsuccessful in catching a man of wealth. Identifying a man of wealth wasn't the problem. Whether men or women, the rich all seemed to sport their finest jewelry in the many resort areas she had frequented. The women with their bearing, speech affectations, and expensive clothing, the men with their expensive watches and authoritative manners.
Tina sighed, still staring up at the ceiling. Where were they? Where were all the men she had dreamed of making a life with? She was attractive, and she knew it. Over the past few months, careful diet and exercise had removed what slight flabbiness and sag she had acquired from her "soft life." She was tanned and her taffy tresses were elegantly coiffed, though slightly mussed at the moment. Yes, the bait was correct, but where were the real takers?
For months now, she had planned and rehearsed every detail of her "new" campaign to find the right man-ever since she had decided to really shop for a wealthy husband. No more giving it away, except for these wild parties. And even at these affairs there was always the possibility of landing somebody. But hopping in the sack for the price of dinner and cocktails, or even a world tour on a yacht with some lecherous Brazilian, were definitely out. No more inhuman beasts, despite what Gene had informed the guests. Now she was going to join the ranks of her girl friends who had married for practical reasons.
How she felt complete and utter contempt for girl friends with their maids, their new cars, their secure lives! There was Estelle with her fat doctor husband... Marie with her pompous bank president husband. They were the height of hypocrisy. They even ridiculed their husbands for being such clumsy lovers. Well, one thing was for certain. She, Tina, was capable of changing the most inept male into a Casanova.
Downstairs, Reggie stroked slowly over to the edge of the pool and pulled himself up onto the patio. The guests lay sunbathing, except for Denny, Greta, and Tony, a soft-spoken Italian lad who had a penchant for studying the group from the sidelines with his dark, penetrating eyes. Now, for the first time since the opening festivities in the now-demolished house, he had moved in on Greta. Greta giggled as his hands fondled her beneath the water. Reggie casually dried himself with one of the damp towels Chuck and Ortega had used, then entered the rear door of the house.
It was cool, the air conditioning on. Soft string music came over the stereo speakers as he climbed the stairway to Tina's room. He knocked softly on her door.
"Yes, who is it?" Tina called.
"Reggie. Reggie Van Dorn," he answered. "I -I wonder if I might see you for a moment."
Tina's heart beat wildly inside her chest. She hastily threw on a nightgown, for effect, then dabbed cologne behind her ears and on her arms. She straightened her shoulders, making her breasts jut out as she opened the door.
"Why, Reggie! What a delightful surprise! I was just thinking of you."
"You were?" He found the thought that they had been thinking of each other at the same time amazing.
"Yes. I've only had two visitors since I've been here. I was hoping you might pay me a visit. It reassures a girl, you know?"
"Well, I'm pleased that you're pleased," he said.
"I can't believe that at last we're actually alone," Tina said, letting her gown part ever so slightly.
Reggie cleared his throat. "I didn't come here for pain-anything like that," he said.
Tina laughed brightly. "Oh, you mean the whips and all that. I assure you, Gene exaggerates when he describes me as some sort of sadist. Actually, I prefer to give pleasure. Is there anything you had in mind, Reggie?"
Despite himself, Reggie felt his cock tingling inside of his pants. Could what he had guessed about Tina's erotic powers be true? he wondered.
"Well, I'm not sure-" Tina locked the door. "I detest unlocked doors," she said. "Now, let's conduct a little preliminary analysis, shall we?"
"Very well."
"Gene told me that you're fond of watching, correct?"
"Yes, that seems to be true. In fact, you might say it presents something of a problem."
"Ah, then you wish to correct the problem. Good. Come here and sit with me on the bed. Let's discuss this further."
Reggie obeyed.
"Do you like to look at breasts?" she asked, shedding her nightgown entirely. "Yes."
"And wouldn't you like to touch them--just a little? You know it makes a girl feel very good when a man fondles them, especially these hungry nipples. Go ahead. Touch them just a little and make my pussy tingle. If you do it right you should even feel a little tingle down in your"-she hesitated, deciding to proceed more slowly, not wanting to lose her chance with this man of wealth-"you know- your thing."
Reggie obliged and, again, he felt an entirely new and strange sensation in the presence of this woman. He had tried fondling a girl's breasts only once, when he was twelve, and she had slapped his hand. But this Tina...
"Feel good?" she asked. "It feels nice to me. It makes my pussy get all wet and ready for your-your thing. UMMM."
Reggie still felt slightly uneasy. This was such a new experience for him. "Shall I open the window?" he asked. "Are you warm?"
"Oh, no," Tina purred. "Are you?"
"No." He could feel his cock growing inside his bathing trunks. He couldn't believe it. Her voice was so childlike, so reassuring. He was actually getting a hard-on!
"Good. Just relax." And then she lay back languorously on the bed beside him and placed her hand on his thigh. "I can see something getting bigger inside your pants," she singsonged.
"I have to warn you," he said. "I-I'm usually not able to do anything."
"Don't worry. Just leave everything to Tina, Reggie darling."
"All right," he said. "I just don't want you to be disappointed."
"Okay," she said. "Just leave everything in my hands. I'll be responsible. Ooohh, I'm so glad you're here with me!"
He bent close to her then, prompted by the movement of her hand. He felt an almost electric current between them. Was she what he had been seeking all his life? Their eyes met, then their lips, their hands, drawing them closer and closer together. She writhed against him, twisting her tits against him, mewing, coaxing.
Now, unable to control himself, he bent his mouth to hers still harder and felt the sweet taste of her twirling tongue. Suddenly he gathered her to him and groaned, "My God! You're doing it!"
Then her hands moved more boldly, and her voice rose to sighs of pure ecstasy. His stiff prick stood out, throbbing, as the yearning he had harbored for so long flowered into full-blown passion. It was nearly too much for Reggie. The fires of years of pent-up passion erupted within him, flared up in a volcanic gush of desire. He began kissing greedily at her breasts and running his hands over her buttocks and up and down her thighs. She helped him drop his bathing trunks and then they both stared at his rigid, pulsing organ-Tina in admiration, Reggie in amazement.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "Just right. One of the nicest big cocks I ever saw."
"My darling," he breathed. "My baby. You've done it! Look! Look!"
"I am, darling, and now I want to taste it. Aren't you tired of watching this done? Now I'm going to do it to you. You'll feel my tongue sliding up and down your slippery cock."
"Yes, yes," he pleaded as she began tonguing his member.
Reggie's balls ached as Tina sucked gently. He shuddered, lifting his entire body from the bed, driving the swollen shaft hard into her hot wet mouth. "I've got to put it in," he cried. "I'll die if I don't fuck your pussy."
Tina drew her legs up then, revealing her wet cunt. "Yes, my baby. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me! That's what pussies are made for-for cocks."
Gently, Reggie spread her legs, felt her trembling as he eased the head of his swollen shaft at her drenched slit. He fondled her vulva briefly, found the delicious opening, then eased the entire length of his penis into her. Surprisingly it felt tight. He would have guessed a veteran such as Tina would be loose. But no! It was that he was so firm.
"Ohhh." He couldn't help moaning as his erection settled into the seething climate of Tina's twat. He didn't wish to hurt her with his newfound erection, but he couldn't help thrusting harder into the tunnel-harder, harder until his pulsing balls boiled over and he felt the gushing of his juices. He lay there panting then, his heart pounding in the greatest relief and happiness he had ever known.
Finally, when he was able to speak, he said, "We-we have to do this again. We have to do this lots of times. I don't want to monopolize you, but-but-"
"You're not monopolizing me," she said, cutting him off. "I want you, too. Let me rest for a little while, and then come back, okay?"
"Okay," he said, enjoying the feel of her hand gently kneading his testicles-draining them dry. "In an hour? Please? I'm so delighted. In an hour?"
"Very well, Reggie," Tina agreed. "In an hour then."
When Reggie had gone, Tina was beside herself with pleasure. She had literally brought the man back to life! No, better still, she had given him life. For the first time in his life the man had actually been able to lay a woman. He felt virile now. She lay back on the bed, grinning. Was this the chance she had been searching for? She had a strong suspicion it was. She had belittled Chuck and his enormous organ, true, but this same day she had worked still another, more important miracle. She would try something new out on Reggie when he returned. Keep them excited with variety, she told herself.
Quickly she fetched the photo of the man with the enormous testicles from the dresser drawer and stared at it while she used the greased vibrator in her rectum. Weird, she thought, but everybody has hang-ups. As long as you keep them private, what does it matter?