Chapter 4

AFTER SHE LEFT, I WALKED IN TO SEE CATALDO. PHIL was in there with a couple of characters who obviously were delegates. Additionally, they looked as queer as he did. I wondered what Phil would think if he knew the go-around his dear Miss Whynot and I were going to get into within a few minutes. He'd probably blow his panties.

Cataldo already had left. But everything was okay, according to Phil. The boss had been pleased with the outcome of the news conference. The first phone calls were very favorable. Cataldo didn't know but I always had friends who owed me favors call in and say what a wonderful impression he had made. It's part of the PR game. Phil said Cataldo wanted to work on any wavering delegates and then to meet with him about ten o'clock. That was great as it would give me plenty of time to pluck the fruit from Sarah's satchel.

Once out in the corridor, I made a dash for the elevator and waited impatiently for it to arrive. Less than eight minutes to go. Back in my room, I quickly stripped down, tossed all my clothes in a bedroom chair, and got into the shower.

I let it run good and hot for a few minutes and then gradually turned on the cold water. It was invigorating, shockingly so. The frigid water had the old blood pulsing in torrents through my system. A brisk rubdown with a Turkish towel soon had my skin glowing. A glance in the mirror showed me what I always liked to see. I had a nice build. That's a fact. I'd be a phony to say differently.

I picked up my watch from the toilet seat. Four minutes to go. I did some isometric exercises in front of the mirror to loosen up. I always got a kick out of seeing the muscles ripple across my chest and stomach and along the length of my arms.

I kept thinking about what a silly broad Sarah was and how I was going to put her down easily and then climb aboard. She must have been out of her mind with that story. Truth was that she was probably hot to trot and that was the excuse her Puritan conscience forced her to make to justify making it with me. She could have her scruples, as long as I had the screwing.

With only two-minutes remaining, I brushed my teeth and gave my hair a few run-throughs with the comb. As afterthought, I put a little cologne in my palms and slapped it under my arms. Wouldn't want to offend anyone.

I started to slip into my shorts, then said the hell with it. Instead I rummaged in my suitcase and came up with a pair of briefs I wear when sunning either in a gym or outdoors. They just about covered me. I was imagining how shocked Sarah would be when I heard the light tapping at the door. I picked up my bathrobe, slipped into it, and dashed for the door, barefooted like she suggested.

My sitting room, which I figured was as good as place as any for our jousting because of the fluffy rug on the floor, was softly illuminated with just one lamp on an end table. I didn't want to scare Sarah off with a lot of bright light. She might have a couple of freckles she was self-conscious about.

I no sooner had the door opened a few inches than Sarah pushed against it and quickly darted into the room like an elusive ghost in a white suede raincoat. As I heard her cross the room behind me, I shut the door and silently shot home the bolt just like I figured to do with my own within a few minutes. I was sure, though, that it wouldn't go home so easy or so quietly. Well, that was tough on her but the proposition was not my idea.

I turned around. She was at the far end of the room, standing tall on three-inch spike heels. I couldn't remember if she had been wearing them before. If she had, I certainly had missed how nice her legs were shaped. Small in the ankles and flaring up to the calves. Class, good breeding, it always showed in the legs. Sarah's colonial ancestors could be proud of this descendant of theirs.

She didn't seem to be the least bit surprised finding me in my bathrobe. Without a word, she reached up, pulled out two huge combs and her hair, which had been tightly coiled and fixed close to her head in a bun, unfolded and fell about half way down her back. She tossed her head a few times, apparently to straighten out the long tresses. Her eyes, which appeared darker in the dim light, flashed a mysterious challenge. Her mouth parted in what could only be a sneer. Why the goddamn bitch really thought she was going to win.

"Are you ready, Mark?" she said as though questioning my courage.

"Any time you are, Sarah, old girl."

Her sole response was a slight smile. Then as though she were the most uninhibited creature in the world, she unbuttoned the raincoat, dropped her shoulders and let it plop at her feet.

I almost croaked on the spot. The figure was fantastic. Her clear unmarked skin was stretched taut over one of the most fantastic bodies I have ever seen.

It was the outfit that did it. Up top she wore a white T-shirt that must have been two sizes too small for her. It was obviously tailored as it clung skin tight to her from the neck down to the tiny wasp-like waist. In front it was pulled almost porous by thoese two incredible bubbies that looked like the war heads on a pair of bazookas. And I could tell by just looking, even in that lousy light, that only good living, good breeding, and exercise were holding them up in that firing position.

I actually began to tremble at the sight of them. I couldn't wait for her to fire 'em off and shoot me in the chest with them. What a way to die. My mouth dried up almost instantly and my briefs felt much too small for that big snake that had just been hit by another lightning bolt.

When I finally got down below the waist, I saw that the T-shirt was tucked into a white-pleated linen skirt that didn't fall much more than three-inches below that blessed mound marking the spot where her two beautifully molded legs came together.

I was snapped out of my reverie by Sarah's harsh laugh. "Don't count your cherries, Mark," she practically snarled, "until you're man enough to pick them. Lord, I hope you are. But if you are, you're going to have to make it the hard way."

I decided to give her tit for tat, and with a supercilious leer on my face, I quickly shucked off my bathrobe. The effect on Sarah was instantaneous. Her blue eyes sparkled and widened. Her mouth opened and I could see her swallowing hard. She was taking all of me in and when her inspection touched and fixed on my manly bulge she started shaking all over. Her legs trembled in the high heels. Unconsciously she began gyrating her hips ever so slightly as though she was already taking me to her.

"You're awfully vulnerable, you know, Mark. One good kick in that big thing sticking out in front and you're finished," she gasped.

"You just try, Sarah. The way I see it that thing is going to be sticking into your sheath and giving you some heavenly kicks within a few minutes. And I'm going to love it."

She didn't bother to reply but sauntered across the room, rocking just a bit on the heels. Man, the way her cheeks revolved as she approached. And the dimensions of those warheads thrust further and further out in front as she neared me. The knobs on the ends must have been pushed out a good inch or so. I could feel my stiff knob getting wet.

My concentration on her tremendous form was almost my undoing. Sarah had approached to within four feet and one minute she was just standing there, letting me feast my eyes on all the yummies, and in the next second she almost floored me with one blow. She suddenly shifted all her weight to her left foot and launched her right foot in a crippling blow at my erector set.

Only my instinct saved me. Something clicked in an inner recess of my mind when I noticed one of her big bubbies suddenly drop about half an inch below the level of the other. Even as her lovely leg shot up to floor me, I was twisting away to my own right while my left hand came up to grasp her leg. I managed to get my whopping tool out of the line of fire. But I didn't escape unharmed. Her pointed toe caught me in the rump and nearly shocked me to death. I fought back the urge to scream and lunged for her foot. I failed to get a good grip but did manage to twist the heel as it was descending.

Off balance on one foot, Sarah fanned the air with her arms to remain up. Even as she struggled to stay on her feet, I knew I was in for an exceptional treat. I saw it when I flicked her heel. Her super-miniskirt flared up and I didn't need glasses to see that Sarah wasn't wearing any panties. And my briefs threatened to split wide open when I also saw that Sarah had shaved herself, exposing the gash of my heart's delight.

In that split second when her skirt shot up, I took it all in with eyes that nearly popped out of their sockets. Her sweet scabbard was deforested and lay bare and yawning before me. I swore it winked at me before her leg began its downward arc and the skirt fell back over her rounded hips.

Sarah was right. She did have a body like an eighteen-year-old girl. There wasn't a sliver of extra flesh on her fantastic body. Her skin was so taut, you could almost hear it stretching every time she moved.

Sarah lost her struggle to stay up when I rather crudely gave her a straight finger job below her headlights. She fell backward, black anger playing across her face, and landed hard on her firm cheeks. But the momentum tumbled her on to her back. Her head struck the floor, apparently stunning her.

I moved in fast, not sure if she wasn't feigning to fake me out with another one of her cute savage kicks. She lay sprawled out on the rug, her legs at a wide angle and the hem of her skirt curled up and resting on her flat belly. In that position, I got a closer, longer and unobstructed look at those beautiful loin lips that had never been kissed.

It was breathtaking. She must've given herself a fast clean shave just before she arrived. Her skin was pink and smooth right up to the soft rising edges where they folded over to dip into her groin. The skin glistened even in the dim light. Sarah had spread oil around that sacred spot. My hands itched to oil her up even more.

"Oh, Mark," she cried. "My head hurts. Please give me a hand up."

I got a little scared. What if she was hurt badly? Poor kid. I bent over and offered her my hand. Quick as a flash, she seized my hand with her right one while her left hand caught my arm at the elbow. The next moment I was flying through the air over her head. I've made a lot of hard falls in my life and surprised as I was I still instinctively tucked my head down, spread my hands and took the impact on my shoulders before quickly rolling over on my thighs.

Without even seeing her I knew Sarah was on her feet and rushing me. All right, you smart little bitch, you asked for it. You're just another gook as far as I'm concerned, I decided. And that was the way she was going to get treated. No more fooling around.

While my body was still shaking off the shock of the impact, I was rolling forward and up and twisting around with my hands and arms in the judo defensive position. Just as well because Sarah was already springing on me. I blocked her deadly straight finger thrusts and chops and then gave her an old-fashioned American backhander across the face. The blow was short and vicious. It whipped her head around.

"You bastard you," she snarled. No face blows, remember?"

"I remember, baby. Don't worry. I'm a master at those. It won't show. Now you bitch I'm going to finish you off."

Sarah dashed backward. She was all animal now. The eternal female. Her blood lust was up. Her hands reached down, pulled the T-shirt from the skirt and quickly pulled it off over her head. I gasped at the sight of her great red-tipped tits as they bobbed stiffly out in front of her. I could have been easily hypnotized by their weaving and gyrating, but I knew that was just what Sarah wanted. I'd get to those powerful beauties on my own in a moment.

Sarah pushed out her chest to thrust those pointed cones even further forward. It was amazing to see the way they pointed right at you like a couple of rockets. I decided to get in the act and tugged off my briefs. Sarah's eyes bulged even wider at the unhindered view of my meat.

I could just see my own rocket waving away down below me as I shifted and ducked her jabs and incessant kicks. I'll have to admit that I was beginning to enjoy it. She was good, but I knew I had the edge as long as I didn't get too cocky. I'd finish her off in a minute. But for now it was great to see the positions that glistening love nest would assume as her long legs lunged again and again for my groin.

"You get me on the tip or in those love nuts and you won't feel me throbbing inside your guts, Sarah," I said mockingly.

"I'll break it right off if I get the chance," she replied, her breath coming heavier now.

I teased her by jumping back and then grabbing my work tool and waving it at her. "Look what you can have, Sarah. All of it. Must be eight or nine inches. What do you say?"

"Screw you, you bastard. I want that story," she snarled.

Enough was enough so on her next kick for my jewels, I caught her foot and held it up over my left shoulder. She started to fall over, balanced only on the right shoe but I caught her hand and kept her up. She was strong, but I haven't been exercising and lifting weights for years to let any broad, even Wonder Woman, put me down.

"You s.o.b., " she screamed, "let me down!" But I continued to hold her left leg up over my shoulder and her right hand in a wrestling lock. She couldn't move and I'll tell you, man, it was just beautiful, spread out before me in all its beauty. My old thing just straightened out more and began twanging up and down. I couldn't blame it. The tool was closer to that moist fold than my thinking apparatus.

"You've lost, Sarah. Lost, with a capital L," I said going forward to lick the ends of her bobbing cones with my hot tongue. They tasted delicious and those knobs were enormous between my lips as I gently caressed them.

"Lost nothing," Sarah said, trying to chop me behind the neck with her free left hand. But I could feel her tensing for the blow with my hands gripping her leg and right arm high. I ducked away and applied pressure to my lock on her right hand. She emitted a low cry of agony.

"Okay then relax, sweetheart, and you won't get hurt ... except where you're going to love. Try that once more and I'll break your fingers right off."

I lifted her left leg even higher and pushed her right arm to the side. I could see the muscles in her right leg straining and rippling with the entire weight of her curved body. I moved in so my chest was brushing against the tips of those enormous boobs. I wiggled my chest back and forth to excite her tips. They began to redden around the aureoles and the tips swelled and pushed out further.

Down below I was lining my great piece up for its entrance. I could see Sarah's eyes widen as she saw the rigid rapier inching toward her hairless wonder-slit. I could see the fear in the pale blue eyes, but I also saw the anticipation. I mean, what the hell, twenty-seven did she say? No one should go that long without their share, no matter how much of a blueblood they thought they were, from Boston or wherever on the East Coast..

My throbbing whang touched her flesh and she jerked, but I held her steady. I bent my knees to get it properly lined up and left the end of it rub up and down just in front of her gleaming opening. My thing was like a separate part. I needed to use all my will powers and loin muscles to hold it back. like a dog in heat, it wanted to jump right on.

"You are for it now, Sarah. See that? Every inch of it shortly is going to be in you. We're going to be one you and I and you're never going to forget it. As long as you live, you'll remember this night and that it was Mark Vista who first screwed you."

"Oh, Mark, oh Mark," was all she could say. "You're a real man. Be gentle with me. But don't leave anything out. I want it all. Ever bit of it. And don't use anything. I want to feel your liquid heat pouring into me. Fill me up with you."

Another look downward where my big prong trembled showed me she was ready as she would ever be. The oil she had applied to herself had been joined by nature's and it was bubbling up from within her and gently rolling out from the lower corner of that incredible orifice. The virginal odor of that hot wet nest filled the air and made me slightly light-headed.

I shook my head to clear it and then ever so deliberately moved my powerful jack handle up against her, centering it between those oily lips that by then had rolled back to welcome my initial thrust. Both of us were like spectators rather than participants as we stared downward to watch the drama being enacted below between my knocking shift stick and her gear box.

The big knobby red head of my shaft, the tip wet and oily itself, then was paused at Sarah's slash. She looked up at me and nodded. I dropped her leg slightly and pushed forward. like curtains, the edges of her hot lips folded back and welcomed my rigid erector piece with welcome and steaming arms. As every inch of me ripped slowly into her, like a big snake entering its hole, I gently lowered her leg toward the floor. Four inches were out of sight when I felt her tense resistance. We both looked at each other and then down. I pushed repeatedly. It was like my tool was beating up against a drum head.

Sarah had begun moaning and a bit of drool trickled from her mouth. "Break it, Mark, break it, lover. Split it apart, split it apart, lover man. Don't cheat me of all of you."

I dropped her leg to the floor and released her right hand. Then I reached behind her and took both firm cheeks, squeezed them, and dropped my hands to the back of her thighs. I took a big breath and lifted her right up off the floor.

"Wrap those beautiful legs around me, Sarah," I ordered. "Hold me tight around the back."

She did what I told her with great haste. Her taut melons hit me in the chest. Then holding her close to me I bent forward and then quickly arched way back.

Sarah screamed just briefly as my huge pulsating cock pierced her membrane and shot its full length into her. "Oh, Mark, how wonderful. Oh, what a man, you are. It hurts, but its beautiful and I love it All of it. Give it to me good. Pound me to hell. I want to be sore for days."

Clasping her fevered body to me and keeping my joint firmly in place, I walked across the room and then gently lowered our glued bodies to the divan. Even on her back, those mountainous melons remained posed for takeoff.

Man she was tight. I could feel the walls of her all along the length of me as I went at it. It was as though her box had stopped developing at about age fourteen. I'd be lucky to last very long. But what the hell, we'd do it again and I'd go for half an hour or until when she screamed for the jet juices.

Sarah squirmed under me. I stopped for a moment and raised myself up. She lifted her head and then watched for a while as I put it in and out in slow motion. Every once in a while I'd leave her completely and she'd begin groaning and moaning and so from about a foot and a half away I'd line it up and shoot forward. Peter would slam into her and she'd go right out of her ever-loving mind.

Then she started shaking all over and I knew she was going to make it. I went at it like a jack hammer so I could go off with her. She hit it ahead of me with a loud wail. To silence her I left off kissing her melons and stuck my tongue into her open mouth to begin a sloshy wrestling match with hers. Her breath was surprisingly hot and her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. Then she hit it again and again.

I could hear her calling to me even while our lips were stuck together. "Oh, Mark, it's wonderful. Oh, why did I wait all these years? A finger is no substitute for what you got. Here I go again! This must be what heaven is like."

I didn't have heaven on my mind at that exact moment as I could feel my own love juices priming up for their race to paradise. "I'm going to come. Soon now, Sarah. Hold me close. Love me, hold me close. My juices are going to be part of you in just a moment."

"Oh, yes, yes, Mark," she groaned in ecstasy. "Give them to me. It's the very first time. Fill me up. I want to feel those hot juices streaming into me."

"Okay, Sarah," I said, gasping by then. "I'm on my way. Here I go. Right to the moon. I'm coming. Right now. It's pouring through me. Now! Now!"

I gave out a low scream of pleasure as my juices jetted from my connector into her hungry cup. I jerked and jerked as they flowed out of my pipe and into her cistern.

"Fill me up, Mark, fill me up. Keep coming, baby. Don't stop."

With my toes dug into the big divan pillows I kept whacking away at her. Again and again my throb-her would withdraw about six inches and then slam back into those eager lips. And with each thrust, another stream of hot juices spurted into her.

I was just out of it. It was as though there was a hand inside Sarah and it was milking me without letup. That's how tight she was and how good she was using it. She must have been practicing for a long time. I gave her one last spray and nearly out of my mind flopped my face down on her bouncing bubbies.

"Oh, Mark," Sarah said, her eyes filled with delight and womanly satisfaction, "you have no idea how I feel. What a sensation! That big thing of yours pounding away and then those hot juices ... I just can't tell you how good it was." She paused and then asked sort of like a little girl, "Can we do it again, Mark?"

"Sure, baby, let's just take a break. Why don't you get us a drink and then we'll go at it again. I've got a few tricks to show you."

And that's the way we spent our time until almost ten o'clock when I checked back with Johnny.