Chapter 7
BARE EROTIC TRIANGLE....
In the big bed in the Tropic Sands penthouse Nickie's dream had become confused. He had been dreaming about his meeting with Honey, and then suddenly he thought himself back in Moscow.
Once more the secret police were pounding on the door of his apartment. He pulled a pillow over his head. The pounding got louder. "Open up!" demanded an angry voice.
"Nickie! Nickie!" Honey was shaking him urgently. 'Wake up!"
"Uh?" said the spy sleepily.
"You've got to get out of here. Ifs Bruce-my boyfriend! He gets terribly jealous!"
I'll tell him you're not here," Nickie suggested. "I never even heard of you."
"No, no!" Honey said. "I'm sure he knows I'm here. You don't know Bruce. You just answer the door and before you can say one word, he'll beat you to a pulp. There's just one chance."
"What's that?"
"The balcony. Bruce will search the whole place, but if you get outside and hang by your hands from the balcony, he won't find you."
"But-" said Nickie.
"No time to argue," Honey said pushing him outside.
"Wait, Honey! I'm naked! Throw me some clothes!"
Nickie's pants sailed across the balcony, went over the rail and disappeared into the dark. He gulped and swayed, tightening his. grip. Suddenly his attention was commanded by what was happening inside the suite.
Honey, clad only in her bathing suit top, had admitted a muscled surfer type with sun-bleached hair. As Bruce paced suspiciously around the apartment, it was obvious that murder was in his heart.
"Honest, Bruce," Honey pleaded. "I was just spending the night with a girl friend."
"Don't give me that," Bruce sputtered, eying her bare erotic triangle. "Why's the closet full of men's suits then?"
"Ah, gee, Bruce, how should I know? It's not my apartment." She was rubbing herself against him.
Oh no, thought Nickie. She wasn't going to-surely she wasn't going to!
Bruce had forgotten himself so far as to stroke the tip of Honey's breast "Your girl friend's gone for a while, huh?" he said.
"Yes. There's this place she-urn-hangs out at"
"Maybe I'll just stick around then and see if she really is a girl," Bruce decided. How about you and me riding a real smoker tonight?"
"Well," said Honey, "if you ask me right." She removed her bikini top. Bruce's lips fell to the erect nipple. His hand went up her thigh until it connected with a quivering pink target.
"Oh boy," Honey sighed. "You sure do ask right!"
Nickie groaned as he saw the pair scurry into the bedroom. She was going to! She really was! And him hanging out here with cramps in his fingers!
Nickie saw Honey climb into the bed. Bruce hopped in beside her, stripping his T-shirt off over his head. Honey made for his swim suit. But the laces of the surfer style garment gave her problems. She pulled the ties into a hopeless knot.
Bruce's desire seemed to leave him as he viewed the ruins of his suit. It had cost him plenty and he was proud of it. Honey, however, had less sentimental attachment for the garment than for what was inside.
She took the same knife Nickie had used earlier to cut her out of her suit and snipped Bruce's laces. On the balcony Nickie observed to himself that a knife was a handy thing to keep in one's bedside table. Who would have thought it!
Bruce was unceremoniously yanked out of his bathing suit, and Nickie watched with interest as Honey began to tickle her boyfriend into the desired state. Unhappily, the tickling was more effective on Nickie than it was on Bruce.
Nickie groaned. Honey continued to tickle Bruce. At last she achieved the desired effect and threw herself onto her back, waiting for his kisses on her breasts and on her quivering little stomach. She spread her legs.
But Bruce had other ideas. He tried to roll her over. Apparently he wanted to attack from another angle'. Honey fought. She pushed him off and rolled onto her back again. She pointed meaningfully between her legs.
Obviously she wanted it and she wanted it now. She wanted it sweet and simple in the old tried and true way. She pulled his head down and pressed her rosy breast into his mouth to remind him how good it could taste.
Bruce took the bait, nipple and all.
Honey's legs stretched apart. He sank onto her stomach thrusting upward between them. Honey twisted and writhed beneath him. Her feet rose to his shoulders so that she was almost standing on her head.
Nickie could see her toes twitching with the delicious agony of copulation. He remembered that her toes had been active during his own session with her. They had practically dug holes into the mattress. It must be a thing with her, he decided.
He watched the toes intently, a tightness growing in his throat. Oh, how he wished he were in there instead of Bruce. And he should be too, he thought indignantly.
After all, it was his bed!
"You're never going to get your pants back, you know," said a feminine voice.
Nickie looked down. On the balcony below a sultry looking female was leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette. An orange negligee set off her dark hair and eyes and brought out the peach tones of the bosomy mounds that peeked from it
"They landed on the awning," she continued. "But then, you'd have had a hard time putting them on anyway in that position."
"Yes," Nickie agreed.
She sighed. "It's really a lovely night. I just had to come outside. I do think it's depressing to be inside on a night like this, don't you?"
"Well-"
"I know what you mean," she said. "It a person has someone to make love with it makes all the difference. Just look at that moon, would you? A lover's moon if I ever saw one."
"May I drop down?" asked Nickie. His fingers were slipping.
"Oh, aren't you sweet! I'd like to ask you, but it's Sam-my husband, you know."
"Oh," said Nickie.
"Sam would simply have a fit if he found a naked man on the balcony with me. It's because of his condition."
"Condition?"
"Yes. He says it's all my fault. That he can't put out, you know. He says I'm not enough inspiration. Say-could you do me a favor?"
"Oh certainly," said Nickie.
"I wonder if you'd give me your opinion on the matter." She shrugged off the negligee. Huge nipples leaped forward, tensing and tilting upward. The roseates were scarlet and wide as a technicolor sunset. The flanks were twin Mt. Rainiers seen on a clear day. In short it was the most inspiring view the spy had ever seen, and it was one for which his training had not quite prepared him.
"Aaaagggh!" cried Nickie as he slid away from the balcony and catapulted past the object of his admiration. Well, at any rate, he'd never have to worry about Siberia any more or the Executive Action Division. At the moment Nickie counted himself more dead than red. Nothing could have him now.
Splash! Suddenly Nickie's descent was through water instead of air. His toes scraped the bottom of the deep end of the swimming pool. He started to rise. Nickie could not understand it. He'd thought dead bodies took days to rise.
He broke surface and took in a deep lungful of air. Actually, he wasn't too pleased at finding himself alive. The Executive Division would surely eliminate him if he didn't manage to get back to his suite without getting into trouble, and Nickie failed to see how he could avoid getting into trouble, seeing as how he was stark naked.
A headlong dash sent him to relative security behind a banana tree near an entrance marked "Employees Only." Plucking a leaf from the tree, Nickie covered his crucial area and ran inside. A freight elevator was standing open. Nickie pushed the button marked penthouse and climbed into an empty laundry cart.
Thirty floors! Could he make it?
He would or literally die trying.
The elevator went up to M for mezzanine. The door opened and two maids rolled the cart out and into a room.
"We're alone," sighed one of the maids as the door of the room closed.
"Well, don't try anything! Just don't try anything, I'm warning you! If you do, I'll get myself transferred to the dining room!"
"Oh, you're such a prude," replied the first maid. "I don't know why I love you, but I do. Come on, give me a little!"
"Oh!" cried the other. "Stop! I know what's the matter with you! You've been reading inspirational literature again with Lady Willingham!"
"Yes, and am I ever inspired!"
"Stop! Stop!"
Nickie heard the creak of bedsprings. He peeked out from under the lid. On the bed were two luscious girls, one a brunette, the other a redhead. The brunette was on top with the redhead spraddle-legged under her.
The redhead's uniform was unzipped and her breasts had been popped out of her peach-colored brassiere. She had jutting, cone shaped breasts, each adorned with flaming red roseates to match her fiery hair and big nipples so red they were almost black.
Beneath that Nickie could see the flesh of her round, slightly plump stomach and a bit of flimsy material below her navel that was the beginning of her bikini panties.
The other girl seemed equally well endowed though it was harder to tell. Her uniform was still intact; perhaps she had been too busy to unfasten it. Certainly she was very busy.
She was turning one of the exposed breasts in her mouth while her hand worked its way down the redhead's smooth stomach. The redhead had stopped saying stop. She was groaning now. Her lover's hand passed her navel and entered the panties. The redhead cried out and lurched upward
"Shh!" said the brunette. She stopped the out-crys with a kiss.
The redhead's legs flew up in passion and as the brunette moved her head down the girl's body for a more intimate kiss, the redhead's knee caught her under the jaw.
"Oooh!" said the brunette, grimacing with pain at the sudden jolt "You've chipped my tooth again, blast you! It's the third time you've done it! It'll cost me my overtime pay this month to get it re-capped." Tears filled her lovely dark eyes.
The redhead got teary also. In a moment they were both bawling and hugging each other like a pair of innocent sisters. The sobbing made their four formidable breasts jiggle mightily.
Nickie was confused. He thought it was an inordinate amount of crying over one chipped tooth. Quickly the mystery was cleared up.
"Oh, I'm so her up!" cried the redhead.
"Me too. My boobies are about to burn holes right through my dress," sobbed the brunette.
"And you're not the one I really want to make love to," the redhead sniffled.
"You're not what I'm really hot for either," said the brunette.
"Ooooh!" and they went off on another crying jag.
"Oh, if only we had a man!" the redhead shrieked at last.
"Yes! A man!" agreed the brunette. "This working the night shift is doing terrible things to our love life. If I had a man I'd let him do anything he wanted to with me!"
"Think of it!" said the redhead, "a man with a big, red, firm thingamajig just standing up all a-quiver ready to just plunge right into you and practically split you in two! Think how it would be when he got to going! In and out, in and out-umm!" She spoke with the tone of a person on a diet describing a double strawberry flip.
"I'd let him do anything!" repeated the brunette with a sigh. "I'd let him put his big fancy manhood in my mouth if he'd like to! He could even have me in the cow posture if he liked."
"If I had a man, I'd give him something better than the cow posture," said the redhead contemptuously. "A woman can't get any leverage that way. Personally, if I had a man I'd sit on his lap and he could just relax and not have to exert himself at all. I would just push his big spike up inside me and churn and churn until that man felt so good he'd think he'd reached the pearly gates!"
"This is all beside the point," said the brunette. "We haven't got a man."
"No," said the redhead. "I guess we might as well go on and clean up this room. Boy, when I do get my hands on a man though, I'll really get my hands on him. All over him! There isn't an erotic thing ever been dreamed of that I won't do to that man!"
"Me too!" said the brunette. They began to strip the sheets off the bed.
Inside the cart Nickie trembled. It was only a matter of minutes-maybe seconds before these two love-starved females got their hands on him!
The brunette wandered into the adjoining room and Nickie heard the sound of a motor. She was vacuuming the floor. If only the other girl would leave for a moment he could escape. But the redhead didn't leave. She approached the cart with an armload of dirty sheets and pushed back the lid."
"Eeek!" she said, her exclamation of surprise changing almost at once to a gasp of delight. He was a man! Not only that but he was a naked man! Quickly, she slipped over and closed the door between the two bedrooms.
She intended to have him all to herself.
Frantically, Nickie tried to debark from the laundry cart with the result that it overturned, spilling him onto the floor. Nothing could have suited the redhead better. With a quick leap she was atop him, sitting astride his hips.
Feverishly her hand moved aside the cloth of her bikini panties and she massaged Nickie with her womanhood, having first tossed away the banana leaf to which he still desperately clung.
A big, blackish nipple was forced into his mouth. Her hand pressed his hand to her other breast. What was that his instructor had always said? A master lover is always in control! Somehow Nickie must regain control.
With a herculean effort Nickie rolled the girl onto her back. He pinned her shoulders to the floor and leered at her fiercely. The girl looked a bit frightened as she gazed into Nickie's face. All the same she kept shoving her pelvis upward against him.
"Be quiet like a good girl and I'll rape you," Nickie offered.
She nodded, awe-struck at the sight of Nickie's anatomy, which was slowly, titillatingly blossoming into full glory. Expertly he covered her mouth with his hand to forestall the scream of bliss which he knew she would soon emit. He spread her legs and pushed them up so high that her ankles touched the flesh of her round rear.
Nickie could still visualize the diagram in his textbook under the heading of Rape-horizontal, simple. It would be a real treat to this girl and it was designed to dispatch the woman quickly.
The textbook had explained that the technique was most useful when a spy found it necessary to escape from an over-enthustiastic female. Nickie found it necessary to escape from two over-enthusiastic females. Her friend-the one who wanted to do it in the cow position-might return any moment.
The girl's eyes widened with disbelief as he plunged in. He was so big he seemed to be exploring every tiny nook and cranny of her interior all at the same time. She writhed helplessly trying to free herself from a feeling that was different from anything she had ever felt in her entire life, a feeling that seemed more than her delicate body could bear! Nickie felt her tension growing under him. He was sweating with his effort. Just a second more! A second more!
The motor stopped in the next room. The door opened. Nickie leaped to his feet. What should he do? Really he didn't have time to consider. He did the natural thing. He jumped back into the cart. The brunette came in.
"What on earth are you doing on the floor like that?" she said to the redhead, who still lay with her feet propped against her rear and her big breasts pointing ceilingward.
The redhead's mouth opened and closed. She was unable to speak. The brunette shrugged. She thought that it was an odd place and an odd position to take a nap on company time. But she also thought it was none of her business. Her mother had often told her that truth was stranger than fiction.
"Well," she said, "if you're all through with the laundry cart, I'll take it now."
The redhead gave a feeble moan of protest.
Nickie cursed himself as she wheeled him through the door. If only he had had the sense to hide in the closet-under the bed-anywhere but in the cart. He clenched his teeth. Mentally he prayed for the spirit of Lenin to aid him. Another one! He was going to have to dispatch still another one!
It wasn't that Nickie had anything against love-making; quite the contrary. But the approaching attraction would make four in one night. Nickie was getting a little fatigued. He was even getting just the slightest bit bored. Would he never get back to his room?
Humming to herself, the brunette pushed back the lid of the cart. Nickie stepped out masterfully, which was not an easy thing to do. However, he took care to brace himself and he did not make the mistake he had made with the redhead. Falling on the floor had given her the upper hand you might say.
The brunette did not lose her head at the sight of him as the redhead had done. She simply took a deep breath which swelled the front of her already amply-filled bodice. She said, "Oh, my goodness," softly and unzipped her uniform.
Nickie folded his arms across his chest and waited. Why should he help her undress? She was going to do the job by herself obviously. The brunette shoved a chair under him and urged him to sit down. He did so. He asked if he might smoke and took a cigarette from a package left by the room's former occupants.
The dress dropped to the floor. Quickly her bra followed the dress and she pointed her nipples at him, cupping her breasts in her hands. Nickie nodded to show that he understood. Next she dropped her half-slip exposing her strong looking thighs.
Her skin was a beautiful olive color. On her breasts the color made a striking combination with her deep red roseates and nipples. She dropped her panties and looked at him expectantly.
Nickie groaned and stood up. Immediately she climbed onto the bed and dropped onto all fours, her rear waving up at him. It was the cow position.
"I bet not many girls let you do it like this!" she enthused.
Nickie grunted. He felt like telling her she was just lazy. "Actually," he told her, "sex is not at its best unless the two partners, or occasionally more, work together to achieve the desired effect. I would appreciate it if you'd think about that and choose another position. You know, something where you could hold up your end."
The girl looked puzzled. "But I am holding up my end!" she objected. And for emphasis she thrust it still higher into the air.
Nickie shrugged; perhaps he should have studied his English lessons harder. He snuffed out his cigarette and approached her. He stretched her legs apart a bit and stood back to study the results. She watched him through her legs. Yes, Nickie thought, that was about right for the cow position. He got onto the bed and mounted her as if she had been a horse.
One easy thrust secured entry into her love channel. She was already aflame with excitement, her pink womanhood wet and quivering. Reaching beneath him, Nickie grabbed one of her breasts in each hand and clung to them, caressing them and squeezing them as he proceeded with the love action.
She groaned and Nickie saw shudders run over her nude body. He felt her twitch under him.
It was the only motion of which she was capable. The cow position held her rigid. Nickie sighed with relief. He thought he could feel her climax coming.
But it was not her climax that came. It was the redhead from next door.
"Quick! Back into the cart!" the brunette was saying. She was no longer in the cow position. She was dragging Nickie across the floor. "If she sees you I'll have to share and I don't want to share! Get in! Hurry!"
"But," said Nickie. He wanted to tell her to let him hide in the closet-anywhere but the cart. As the lid was pushed back over it, he" thought he knew what was coming. He dreaded it. Oh, how he dreaded it!
The redhead seemed to find nothing strange in the nudity of the other girl. In fact, she simply ignored it. She was still a bit dazed from rape horizontal simple, but she knew what she was doing.
"I've come for the cart," she said. 'There's something I forgot to put in me-uh-in it"
"Well, hurry up with it then," said the brunette resignedly. "I'm not finished with it myself."
The cart wheels bounced over the carpet as the redhead practically galloped back into the other room. The door between the two bedrooms slammed ..hut. This time she wasn't in the mood for rape horizontal simple. She dealt the cart a blow that turned it over, and as Nickie spilled out she pounced with a glad cry.
Once more he found himself pinned under her. This time his efforts to unseat her were futile, especially since she had made her position more secure this time. She had impaled herself on his half-wilted maleness. Inside the redhead's warm body, Nickie's passion flowered once more, but this time it was he who lay writhing with an emotion almost greater than he could bear.
The redhead was doing all the work. Up she went, down she came, like a fireman sliding down a pole. Up and down, up and down.
Nickie's hips churned feverishly. There was nothing else he could do except to marvel at her tremendous vitality and equally tremendous skill. In a moment, he plucked at her breast where it wobbled wildly before his nose.
"Listen," he said. I'm going to-" The imminent ecstasy that suffused his features told her the rest. There was one more gigantic shove and the two of them went off together, their bodies heaving with the vehemence of their release.
"Get up," Nickie said after a while.
"No," she replied.
"Why not?"
"Because I always like it in two's. One trip like that only makes me want another."
"Oh," said Nickie unhappily. "You mean you're going to sit there until I muster it again?"
"Exactly. Do you want to smoke?"
"Thank you," said Nickie. The redhead located a package of cigarettes in her uniform. She lighted one for herself and one for Nickie.
"These are the new seven minute cigarettes," she said. "So you needn't rush. The extra time will give you plenty of time to muster it."
Nickie expressed his gratitude for the extra time. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette, making its tip glow bright red. He knew what he had to do. He hated to do it. He hoped it would not leave a scar.
He took the cigarette away from his mouth and pressed the tip of it against the flank of her naked breast
"Eeee!" she cried and jumped up in a panic. Nickie was on his feet in a second, wrapping himself in a dirty sheet. He would make a dash for the freight elevator. Maybe this time he would make it.
But the girl had recovered from her fright and had him around the shoulders. In horror he heard the door open. The redhead righted the cart and dumped him inside. Blast it, thought Nickie. Why did both of them insist on putting him in the cart.
"You certainly must be finished with the laundry cart by now," said the brunette, coming in. "I think I've waited a decent length of time for it." She had put her clothes back on, Nickie saw as he peeked from under the cart lid. Why had she done that if she wanted to make love again?
The reason was apparent in her next statement. "You're all through cleaning here, so I'll just take the cart down to the basement on my way out. Save you the trouble." She wheeled the cart into the hall. The redhead zipped up her uniform and rushed after them.
"I'll take the cart," she said. "I'll take it. No bother."
"Let go. I want it!"
"Let me have it, damn it!" They were fighting over it now, and Nickie was getting a battering as they struggled. He was getting seasick. Suddenly the cart was moving, gaining momentum rapidly.
"Oh!" shrieked one of the maids. "Stop it! Do something!" Nobody did anything, apparently because Nickie kept going faster and faster. He was on a ramp that led down to the plush lobby.
Nickie hazarded a peek. By golly, he hoped he wasn't going to wind up in the fountain! He wished the thing had steering. The lobby filled with screams as Nickie plummeted through it. He hit something. A sofa? A potted palm?
Naturally not. It was a girl.
The impact lifted her and dropped her onto the lid of the cart. It gave and she descended onto Nickie. Her howls nearly split his eardrums. All at once Nickie felt warm air. The cart had navigated down through the revolving door of the lobby and onto the outside ramp that led to the street.
In the street the momentum of the cart kept it going. At last it careened into an alley and smashed into a collection of garbage cans. The girl sat up and tried to smooth out her dress.
"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "I thought there was something funny about you. You're naked! You're altogether naked!"
"Yes," Nickie admitted simply. "Ifs a lovely night, don't you think?" She was a beautiful girl with enormous black eyes, short dark curls and an overladen bust-line. Nickie's mind was whirring furiously. He had a plan.
"I want to make love to you," he told her directly.
"Oh! I knew it! You're some kind of a nut! You just make one move and I'll scream for the police!"
Nickie made a move. He put his hand under her dress. He worked it under her panties. Nickie's hand connected with her soft nether lips. The motion of his fingers was not hasty. It didn't have to be. Nickie brought his fingers into a position he'd been taught. He rubbed very slowly. The girl's mouth was open to scream, but no scream came out.
Instead she emitted a rapturous sigh. Nickie felt her go limp with consent. Nickie's respect for his instructor soared. The technique had reduced the unwilling girl to a shivering heap of desire. Nickie continued to rub; she was dampening now, shivering even harder. He removed his hand and began to work on the buttons of her low-cut dress.
"Just the panties," she protested feebly. "Just the panties. Leave everything else on. I can't wait! I just can't wait!"
"No," said Nickie, unbuttoning below her waist. "Everything is coming off. Every last stitch!"
"Oooh!" she said. The idea seemed to excite her greatly. "All I have on besides the panties is the dress anyway."
"Good," said Nickie. He was stripping off the dress. Her huge melon breasts burst into view, heavy and pink-tipped. Nickie kissed them into awareness, making the nipples erect and little goose pimples stand out on the flanks.
"What's your name?" Nickie said. He always liked to know the names of girls he made love to. Besides, his professor had explained that it was handy to get the name. At moments of great transport you could whisper it into her ear. It was always handy to have something to whisper in a girl's ear at such a moment.
"Kay," said the beauteous girl. "My name's Kay." She spoke no more because she had shoved her lips against Nickie's and was thrusting her tongue deep inside his mouth. With her own eager hand she pulled her panties down over her madly throbbing thighs.
It was at this point that the two lovers recognized that they had a basic problem. Definitely there was not room in the laundry cart for them to stretch out.
"Do you object to sitting on a strange man's lap?" he asked her. She didn't, which more or less solved that, though the arrangement was not easily accomplished. Kay straddled Nickie's lap with her shapely calves bent under her thighs. He parted her two palpitating sentinels and eased himself in.
The cart began to shake. Sighs and gasps emanated from within. Nickie hoped that it would not overturn and cause them to bash their heads on the pavement or worse, wind up embracing a turkey carcass in one of the garbage cans.
Kay was panting. Her excitement was growing. Her thighs raged, pounding against his hips as she urged him to greater efforts. There was a small preliminary convulsion of her stomach muscles, and she clutched him around the neck, her breasts hot and hard against his chest.
Then she went off like a thunderclap, rolling across the sky. Allowing his own desire to boil over, Nickie joined her in a storm of bliss.
Then there was silence. Silence broken only by the heavy breathing of the exhausted Kay. It had worked! So far his plan had worked! Kay lay naked, uncaring. Now if only-if only it would fit!
Nickie struggled into Kay's dress. It would do, he thought. Of course, the bodice did flap a little. He wadded up too pillowcases and thrust them inside the bodice to take the place of what Kay kept there.
His hair-hmm-he thought he remembered that she'd had a scarf. He located it and tied it on. He put on Kay's shoes and stepped out of the cart. Furtively he scurried toward the hotel.
Somebody whistled. Nickie looked around and saw a sailor eyeing him. It made him feel insecure. Always before he'd been the one doing the whistling. He plumped up his pillowcase bosoms and thrust his head into the air.
"Humph!" he said in as loud and feminine a voice as he could manage. The sailor shrugged and went on. Nickie made it to the lobby. He pushed the elevator button. The elevator came and Nickie got in. He held his breath as he watched the indicator move slowly up the entire thirty floors to P for penthouse.
The door of Nickie's suite was unlocked and he let himself in. In the dimness he saw Honey's little feet wiggling in the air above the bed. Oh good grief! Were they at it again?
They were, Honey lying with her legs stuck straight up in the air, her toes waving wildly in approximately six-eighths time.
"Bruce?" she said plaintively. "What're you stopping for?"
"There's someone in this room!" Bruce declared.
"Oh, sugar, there's not anyone! Come on! How about some more of those sweet little bites between my legs. I go for that. If there's anybody here it's probably just my girlfriend."
"Girl friend!" Bruce snorted. "Just how naive do you think I am?" And he switched on the light.
"Hello," said Nickie demurely. "Don't let me disturb you. I just came in to get my nightie."
Bruce was astonished, and Honey, in a typically female manner extracted a long and intricate apology for his thoughts about her having shared the suite with a man. Bruce felt that his whole world had turned topsy-turvy.
What on earth could Honey be doing in an apartment with another girl? And such a funny-looking girl at that. Honey's roommate had hairy legs. Bruce went home without biting Honey any more between her legs. This task of course, fell to Nickie.
"Gee, I was surprised to see you," Honey told. Nickie. "I thought you were still hanging out on the balcony."
Nickie explained that a great deal had taken place since then. "I've passed between many legs since I left the balcony," he said.
"Not mine," said Honey.
"I suppose I've got to do yours now," Nickie said.
"That's right," said Honey. Nickie wet his lips with his tongue and then plastered them to Honey's turbulent little womanhood. He kissed and he bit and thrust his tongue between the two lips as high as it would go. Honey screamed in ecstasy.
All the time she kept her legs in the air. She had heard that holding your legs in the air was a good exercise for strengthening one's thigh muscles.
Honey had very little spare time to exercise, but on the other hand, she had a lot of time for love-making. Therefore she had formed the habit of holding her legs in the air during love. Honey's thigh muscles were extremely strong.
Nickie carried on the biting activity for some time while Honey's toes twitched and her plump rear gyrated. Her pelvis pressed hard against his teeth. At last, however, she wanted some of the real thing, and Nickie supplied that too.
While he did so, he nibbled her big breasts, and, glory of glories. The grape-sized tips got as big as walnuts. He'd thought from the very first time he'd seen those breasts that they had the potential and he was justifiably proud of himself for causing them to fulfill it.
Finally Nickie and Honey burst forth into bliss and the spy fell asleep without even so much as a goodnight kiss for Honey. It had been a long evening. Six times he had been called upon to demonstrate his formidable powers. Six times he had done so.
After such an evening Nickie might have hoped for a dreamless sleep, but that was not what he got. Instead, he dreamed of the fat rosy-cheeked girl the professor had dispatched to ecstasy on the second morning of seduction class.
Nickie dreamed that her big thighs were around his head and she was pushing his mouth against her. Nickie was checking and the professor sat by unconcernedly watching him choke and marking off on his evaluation sheet.