Chapter 8
HIS TEMPO INCREASED....
Nickie was gasping. The big girl seemed orgiastic ally immune. Oh, my goodness! Would she never go off? Kiss, kiss. Gasp, gasp.
Half suffocated, Nickie woke up to discover there was no plump girl-only his pillow which had got wrapped around his head.
The hot Florida sun was already high, glaring through the plate glass balcony doors. Honey was gone. The sun gave Nickie a headache as he reflected on his adventures.
Six times. One night. A shudder passed over him as he realized the truth.
He was a doomed man-a master lover. As long as he lived he had nothing to look forward to but night after night like the one that had just passed. Now the Soviet government had spent the money training him, they would never let him quit Soviet spies never retired-unless, of course, they defected to the West.
How long would he hold up? What was the typical life span of a sex school graduate? But most of all Nickie worried whether the shambles he had made of his first night on capitalistic soil had angered his superiors.
He had to find out. He dressed himself in one of the expensive outfits in the closet and went down in the elevator. On the beach he quickly located the message drop at the base of the palm tree. There was something in it!
With trembling hands he unearthed the beer can and extracted the message. "Idiot!" it read, "dispose of the American agent who is watching you!"
An American agent! That meant he had to kill somebody. But who? Someone he had met last night? Nickie returned to the hotel and ordered breakfast by the pool. He ordered a bloody Mary with his bacon and eggs.
He needed it.
As he ate he went over the list of possible suspects. There was Mary Lou, and Angus who'd had such an awful time finding the right boobie. There was the redheaded maid and the brunette maid, Honey, her boyfriend Bruce, and poor naked Kay.
He wondered what had happened to her after he'd left her nude in the laundry cart. Let's see-had he left anybody out?
"Good morning," breathed a sultry voice. Yes, he had forgotten someone, Nickie realized as he looked up. It was the owner of the dual Mt. Rainers. She wore a low-cut red dress, the material of which clung to just the tips of her marvelous attributes, like a sunset about to disappear over the mountain peaks.
It was a wonderfully stimulating sight, one that a man ordinarily would not be likely to forget. But Nickie's love life had become so concentrated in the past few hours that he had not thought of her glories since the sight of them had caused him to lose his grip on the balcony and fall into the swimming pool.
A thought struck him full force. Maybe she had taken off her negligee because she had been trying to kill him! She had counted on the sight of those big, upturned nipples rattling him! She might be the American agent!
The girl slid her wide hips onto a chair beside him and leaned over conspiratorially so that her big breasts lay on the table like a pair of huge cantaloupes and the material of her dress fell forward to give Nickie an unthwarted look at their entire unbelievable length, right down to the tapering tip of her scarlet nipple.
"Sam's gone," she hissed.
For the moment, the giant boobs unhinged Nickie once more. There was just somthing this girl had that he could not-and he pardoned himself for his choice of words-take in stride. "Who's Sam?" he said, not taking his gaze from her bosom and thereby smearing orange marmalade all over his sunny-side up egg instead of his toast.
"Sam! You remember. My husband. I told you about him last night."
"Oh yes. You said he couldn't put it out."
"He not only can't put it out; he can't even wave it around a little," she said sadly, tears coming into her big, violet eyes.
"That's a shame. And you with so much-umm-going to waste."
She brightened. "He's gone," she repeated. "You could come up to my room."
"All right," said Nickie. He wanted to find out what her game was and he did not want to sit there and eat the egg with the marmalade on it. And, most of all, he had the strange feeling that if he didn't get a chance to stroke those marvelous goodies pretty soon, he was going to bust-at least he was going to bust the seams of his pants.
No sooner than they were inside the door of her room than Nickie stuck his hand into her bodice and drew out one of her big, long breasts.
"By golly," he murmured over and over, turning it between both hands.
"Some girls think I'm lucky having such a ledge," she informed him, "but actually these are so big it makes me tired to carry them. Keeps pulling my shoulders down. I slouch because of them. Have to keep pulling myself up straight every two minutes. It's a terrible burden to me."
She lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring which tried to settle over one of her extensions. Finding the target too large, the smoke ring broke and dissolved in Nickie's face, which was now very close to her breast.
She sat down on the bed and let her skirt ride up over her skillful looking thighs. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked Nickie.
"No thank you," said Nickie politely. "What I want is a lay."
"Hurray!" said the girl, bouncing on the bed so that her other breast joggled out of her dress and danced beside its sister. At the sight of the two unclad breasts, Nickie sat down suddenly. He sat down in her lap.
Frantically he began to kiss one globe and then the other. She sighed as he kissed and began to pass him first one and then the other rythmically, as if she were feeding him dishes of fruit.
Nickie flattened her on the bed and was soon enchanted by the soul-stirring sound of her hips pounding against the mattress. He ran his hand between her thighs. The girl clapped her legs together, trapping his hand between the two mounds of sueculent, quivering flesh.
"What's the matter?" he said.
"We can't do it yet," she said. "You haven't had your aphrodisiac."
"Aphrodisiac!" said Nickie in disgust. "Look here, girl!" And he unzipped his pants and let them fall so that she might see for herself how very little he need an aphrodisiac. Nickie's pants fell. It was the girl herself who pulled down his shorts.
"Very nice," she complimented him.
"Is that all you can say?" demanded the chagrined spy-"Most girls on seeing that get all shivery and say, oh, how big. And they start wondering if they can accommodate me."
"I'm not worried," she said, and yawned.
"Just a minute," said the perturbed Nickie. "I thought you were all raring to go. You asked me up here and you said hurray." He glanced down at his manhood. Surely it was more than adequate.
"Oh, that," she said with another, longer yawn that showed him the back of her dainty mouth. "That was when I thought you were going to take the aphrodisiac. I never like to do it with a man who hasn't had one. The effect is so much more-more, well you know-more."
"I tell you I don't need one'!' Nickie protested. He began squeezing her breasts, teasing the tips between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, that's very nice what you're doing," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, it's even making me a little shaky. But I have a strict rule. I never do it with a man who doesn't take my aphrodisiac. You see, my hobby is collecting recipes."
"Recipes?" Nickie said, slightly confused. "For aphrodisiacs," she said as if explaining to a child. "I'm trying to concoct one that will have some effect on Sam. My latest is mandrake wine. You know, they say it's sort of magic because of the shape of the plant. It's shaped sort of like a person with his legs parted, and it grows like crazy in the Everglades. I bought this from a little old Seminole Indian woman."
"It's against my principles," Nickie said. He was a little startled to find he still had principles, even in the face of her unparalleled bosom. It gave him a good feeling, though not nearly so good a feeling as just one more bite of nipple would have given him.
"Oh well, if that's the case, then I'll just take a nap," she said. Poor girl. She had had a tough morning already just carrying her mammary glands around.
She unzipped her dress. The sound of the zipper sent a chill over Nickie's body. The hair close to his backbone prickled and stood on end. The dress fell. The spread of her hips was magnificent. Her flat stomach between them was a prairie of creamy flesh. And it started something of a prairie fire in Nickie's vitals.
Her thighs were smooth and tan and they quivered, seeming to point the way to the soft brown curls of her erotic triangle. Below the curls was the piece d'resistance-a tiny line of the most scarlet womanhood Nickie had ever seen. It seemed to be straining, as though it wished to rush from its protective covering and embrace him.
Nickie was overwhelmed. Never, never, never in his life had he seen such a woman! He gulped. He gasped.
She was getting between the covers now, but her eyes were on him knowingly. Nickie tugged loose his ascot and tossed it on the floor. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and inserted his finger. Boy was he hot! He had to have air.
"Where's the thermostat?" he muttered. She pointed. Nickie went over and turned down the dial. He was still hot.
"Maybe if I had a drink of something-" he murmured, sitting down wobbly-kneed in a chair. "Oh goodie!" she cried. 'Wine? Mandrake wine?" He nodded. Nickie had gone the last mile. He had lost his principles. He didn't know what had caused it-what had been the straw that broke the camel's back. It might have been something as simple as the curve of her lovely navel.
Or perhaps it had been the breasts in mass or just their desire-elongated tips. Most likely it had been that scarlet piece d'resistance that seemed to be beckoning him toward it.
At any rate, he was a quivering heap of helpless jelly as he downed the glass of wine she brought him. It tasted horrible but he held his nose and thought of the delights that lay beyond after he had swallowed it.
It reminded him of his childhood when his mother had been wont to promise him a piece of candy if he would just take his tonic. He began to feel dizzy. Was it the closeness of all that pulchritude that was making him dizzy?
He peered at her breasts. Her breasts! Where were they? Great Scott! They were floating through the air! They weren't attached to her any longer! No, there she was over there on the bed and she still had them. One of them had winked at him.
Winked at him! Oh dear! What was happening to him?
He felt very light inside, very happy and in a moment he ceased to worry because a breast had winked at him. He began to feel extremely satisfied with himself. He grew bold. He winked back at the breast.
The room was filled now with translucent breasts. They floated like bubbles through the air. Nickie laughed. He tried to catch one. It floated a-way. Her stomach loomed. He bit. He seemed to have a mouthful of chocolate-marshmallow heavenly hash.
It was potent stuff, that mandrake wine! Wow, had she ever been right! It certainly was so much more-more! Nickie was really "up" on the stuff. He had had a whole glass of the libido-expanding potion.
Oh boy, oh boy! Now if only he could find the right bosoms in all these bosoms-the real ones that is! There she was! Pointing her beautiful real nipples at him and urging him to the bed! He lunged for her. She laughed and a pair of black undies seemed to float from her mouth.
Nickie had not known he could feel as excited as he was feeling now. He caught her thighs and pinned her to the bed. He glanced down at himself. Thank heaven his own equipment did not seem to be doing any floating; it was staying right where it belonged.
He heard her moan as he thrust himself into her depths. The moan seemed to shatter into a thousand erotic sound waves over their heads. And if Nickie had discovered Mt. Rainer when he'd seen her breasts, he now was getting the full tour of the Grand Canyon.
It was marvelous, marvelous, marvelous!
Nickie lost track of everything. He forgot about the heavenly hash and the soap bubble bosoms. He forgot everything but the wild rampaging of their bodies.
Nickie did not know when it was that he became unconscious. He did not remember any moment of climax. He did not remember any sort of end at all. And he didn't even know how much of what happened happened only in his drugged mind.