Chapter 6
Nick came out of the bathroom, winked at Stacy and went in search of his clothes. Half of the guests had left, others were getting up, stumbling towards the kitchen where the smell of coffee drifted overhead, luring them on. He pulled on his pants and sat down at the edge of the mattress, rubbing his hands across Trudy's back.
She stirred in her sleep and finally opened her eyes. "Good morning," she yawned, lifting her hands up and turning over so that he could see her again. Her body excited him even more than he had remembered and he kept his eyes on her, wondering what she was thinking, wondering what they should do next.
"How are you this morning?" he asked softly, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.
"Drugged," she replied. "But I'm glad you're here, Nick. It's all going to start again, isn't it?"
"What?"
"You know, this whole chase business. Running away from Violet," she told him, looking forlorn as a frown passed across her lips.
"Don't worry about it now," he told her. "Everything's going to work out. And that's a promise."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott. My life's in your hands, for better or worse."
"For better," Nick said.
Trudy laughed then, the spell of unhappiness at least temporarily broken. She reached out and ran her fingers up and down his thigh as he sat next to her on the mattress, looking into her eyes. "You love me?" she asked.
Nick nodded his head, unable to stop staring. It seemed to him that he would never get tired of her. Whoever she was, Trudy Heath was someone who worked for him. She had something that made a loud yet erratic click in his mind, as if he was narcotized, hooked on her for what seemed like forever.
"Good," she said. "Because you know what, Mr. Prescott? I love you too," and saying this her fingers inched up along his thigh.
Nick leaned back on the mattress. He looked down and gazed at her slim ivory hand as it kept moving, exploring, fondling his crotch. Despite his workout with Stacy Roberts, Trudy's touch had the desired and almost inevitable effect. For he could feel as well as see his cock swelling up inside his trousers. He felt himself getting aroused, hornier than he had thought himself capable of. Trudy kept goading him on, almost teasing him the way her friend Stacy had done. She never quite touched his cock, but she was always near it, getting closer and closer to the thick jutting outline of his penis.
Nick realized what she wanted, what in fact she desperately needed. He felt compelled to satisfy her, to comfort her much as a father comforts his little girl. He saw the similarity, but it didn't disturb him. If Tracy wanted a father, he was more than willing to provide the necessary surrogate.
Accordingly, unable to hold himself back, let alone control his physical appetites, Nick reached out and touched her, his fingertips tracing intricate secret patterns across her breasts. They seemed swollen, as if with milk and he longed to suck on them. He buried his face down against her jugs with a strangled cry of passion and love.
Her two round boobs were covered by his hands as he started to suck on her tits, licking her nipples with his long thick and agile tongue. "It tickles," she whispered, pushing him down, stretching out on the mattress as he kept lapping at her breasts. They slid between his fingers, the nipples already hard and firm.
At the same time, Trudy sought out his flesh as if it were food. She sucked on his chest, climbed upwards and found Nick's ear, blowing into it as she squirmed beneath him. He kept tonguing her boobs, driving crazy with erotic delight.
"Yes, yes," he whispered, tasting her soft downy skin. "We need each other, baby. Fuck Violet, just think about now. Now."
Trudy tried to believe. She could hear Stacy making breakfast in the kitchen. The coffee percolator bubbled invitingly and she glanced up to see people moving past her, not at all put off by her open display of sexuality. But she hadn't worried about that. After what had happened the day before, she knew that no one was about to be shocked by any public display of sex and physicality.
For both of them, it was a lovely way to start the day and from her tits, Nick wrenched apart Trudy's legs. He dived down, stretching out in front of her, his tongue seeking out the very pit of pleasure. He scraped his lips and the edges of his teeth across her golden haired pussy, the hairs clinging together, thick curling ringlets damp with her own insistent desire.
"More, oh god more, do it, Nick. I need this. I need to be loved, love," she whispered egging him on.
Her cunt was already swollen, the blood trapped. It was ringed by two prominent cunt lips that looked for all the world like parentheses, drawing his eye down inside. She tasted sweet and he started eating her out, lapping away and prying apart the half-open outer labia, searching for her clitoris.
Perhaps, he reasoned, that was his major attraction. For when he saw the large and overdeveloped clitoris that lay hidden inside Trudy's hairy muff, he began to tremble, feeling his juices readying themselves. He sucked the thumblike appendage up into his throat, chewing on it nimbly as she pushed her hips forward, slamming her cunt in his face.
His tongue was working like a piston as Trudy shifted position, spreading her legs wide apart as possible. Nick got his mouth into place, glued it against her cunt and kept sucking. And when she raised her legs up the very sight of her pink naked ass began to drive him insane with desire.
"Yes, suck on it, taste it, Nick. It's all yours, every last bit of it," she told him, her fingers searching out his cock. She found the zipper on his trousers and wrenched it down with an energetic and impatient tug. Then she stuffed her itching fingers inside, longing to feel his massive swelling cock.
Nick stiffened as soon as Trudy's fingers came in contact with his pecker. He had forgotten to put on his undershorts and she had no difficulty pulling his hose out of confinement. Not content just to handle his goods, she swung around even as he kept working on her snatch.
"Let me taste it," she said, breathing heavily as she got into position and opened her mouth. He glanced back, just in time to see and feel her bearing down on his dick.
Trudy sucked and licked his thick rigid pole of manflesh, smacking her lips. It seemed to burst and swell inside her mouth, rubbing against her cheeks and palate as she swirled her tongue around the blossoming cock-head. The skin felt soft and velvety, slightly salty as well.
Trudy couldn't contain herself. She kept sucking, forcing more and more of Nick Prescott's meat down into her throat. She was not happy until it banged against the back of her throat, forcing her to stop and catch her breath.
Knowing what he had to do next, Nick pulled away and got to his feet. He ripped off his pants, unable to control himself. Trudy knew just how to excite him and he felt maddened with lust, barely conscious of anything other than her lush imploring body, her high succulent tits, her soft hairy twat.
"Do it," she said in a half-heard whisper. "Fill me. Give me love. Oh shit yes, I need love, Nick. Love!"
She lay back on the mattress, the sheets rumpled beneath her. Slowly, even as he pulled the pants off of his legs, she moved one hand down to her cunt. She began to finger herself, bending her legs and exposing her prominent stiff clitoris. It was to this piece of highly erotic, erectile as well, cunt flesh that she worked her fingers about, tweaking and stroking it as he looked down at her.
"Do it," she said again, exposing more and more of her pussy as the lips opened up on their own accord, dilating violently, rapidly. Her hole looked large, dark and exciting and he flung the pants to the floor and moved on top of her.
Trudy was so impatient that she took hold of his cock and literally stuffed it down into place. He looked down and groaned loudly as the head of his thick weapon pushed into her vulva, pressing down against her clit. The widely dilated lips of her snatch opened even more in order to accommodate his thick tool and Nick held himself in place.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she kept whispering, her eyes glazed over like the eyes on a doll. "Fill me, Nick. Shove it in, pack your meat in; I want it, I need it."
He didn't doubt her for an instant.
With one formidable shove forward, Nick Prescott eased the head of his huge cock right inside. He penetrated into her, slipping more and more of his dong into place as Trudy lifted her legs higher, urging him on.
She met his strokes with forward thrusts of her own, not happy or fulfilled until he had succeeded in lodging every last thick inch of his penis into position. The smooth moist folds of her vagina were stretched open and apart as he kept stowing his cock into her hole, hearing his nuts whacking against her uplifted ass.
"More," she moaned. "More, you're an animal and I love it. Do it, fuck me, baby. Hard, hard and mean like a good daddy should."
Her cunt was warm and tight and Trudy clung to him with wild delight as Nick finally managed to pound the last thick inches of his dick into place. Then he started to hump into her, clinging to her with his own kind of frenzied desperation.
His desire was like a hunger and it kept building up the more he plowed into her, his strokes quick and penetrating, banging against the very entrance to her womb. He heard footsteps behind him and he turned his head around. One of Tracy's friends, a tall bearded fellow with a rather thin and emaciated body, as if he was a speed-freak, was looking intently at them.
Nick tried not to notice, rather annoyed that he and Trudy seemed to be the center of attention. The fellow found himself a chair and sat down, putting his mug of steaming coffee onto the floor. "Go to it," he grinned and Nick turned away, concentrating on satisfying both his as well as Trudy's physical needs.
The kid who sat in the chair was as naked as they were and he kept nodding his head with approval, his long thinnish dick rising up between his thighs. He took hold of it with one hand and began to stroke, matching Nick's rhythm as his fingers curled tightly around his dick.
Nick kept slamming into Trudy with all of his weight, pressing her down against the mattress as he rubbed his chest across her body, stimulating her boobs as well as her pussy. He felt the very hairy root of his dong grinding down against her muff and her stiff thick clit scraped against his cock-shaft, wildly stimulated.
His heavy pendulous nuts were hitting between the cheeks of her ass, dangling down, rotund and filled with fresh unreleased come. He was getting ready to shoot, to spurt right into her hole and Trudy felt her own climax nearing, approaching rapidly as Nick kept stroking into her, a heated barrage of deep and searing cock thrusts.
She too saw the kid who sat nearby. But she felt lewd and exhibitionistic and she almost wanted to prolong her pleasure, putting on a show for him. She saw how he kept working on his dick. And then he suddenly convulsed, stiffening in his seat. A trickle of saliva sluiced out of the corner of his half-open mouth. Then, his cock jerked violently and even as she felt Nick pounding into her, her eyes never left the sight of the kid's penis.
Suddenly, it began to spurt. She had rarely seen men coming, their cocks usually hidden inside asses or cunts or mouths. Now, she found herself hypnotized, utterly and absolutely fascinated. Nick's constant barrage of penetrating strokes only doubled her pleasure. As she watched, the kid in the chair moaned loudly. A thick white flood, a veritable deluge of semen, poured out of the nut-like head of his penis.
"Do it!" he yelled out, moaning and shaking as his come spurted out, cascading over his thighs and belly.
Trudy turned back to Nick. She felt herself getting ready and she concentrated on the moment of pleasure, tossing and turning beneath him. She angled herself back and forth so that the head of his dick hit against one wall of her pussy and then another. "Come, come with me!" she suddenly screamed out, no longer able to hold herself back.
Then it happened.
Almost simultaneously, the two of them began to come. Nick stroked into her and as the head of his cock hit against her cervix, he felt his nuts tightening and cooling inside his sac. His come soared up and he kept shivering, feeling chills and hot flashes as his orgasm swept over him.
He was in ecstasy, sobbing along with her, the two of them thrashing about on the mattress. His juices boiled over and he began to pour his hot load into her cavity. Splattering wads of gism into her vagina as Trudy locked her legs around his heaving hairy ass.
"Yes, come, come and more come. Fill me, stuff it in. I'm coming!" she whimpered, her own abundant cunt juices flowing down the overheated walls of her straining pussy.
They clung to each other as Nick kept shooting, coming for all he was worth. And as his cock petered down, he slumped breathlessly against Trudy, sweat dripping down his flanks. The last hot drops of semen dripped out of the head of his tool and he slowly pulled it out of her mushy hole, it was glistening with their discharge and he fell against her, gasping for breath.
"Don't you ever get tired, Mr. Prescott?" he heard Stacy Roberts say. A cup of coffee seemed to emerge out of nowhere and Nick accepted it with a grateful nod of his head.
By the time he and Trudy had showered and gotten dressed, all of Stacy's guests had finally left. "If you're leaving, just close the door behind you," she told them, putting on her coat. "I have some business to attend to uptown, so I can't stay."
"Thanks for everything," Trudy said, giving her a hug. "You've been a love."
"Anytime, beauty," Stacy laughed, kissing Trudy on the lips. Nick watched, thinking that Stacy's embrace was a bit too prolonged for simple courtesy. But he said nothing. Then Stacy turned and closed the door behind her and they were left alone in the studio.
"What next?" Trudy asked, her voice suddenly pitched on the edge of an hysteria Nick realized she could barely control.
Nick thought he had an answer. "As long as your aunt doesn't know where to find you, everything's cool," he explained. "Look at it this way, Trudy. She can't commit out and out murder. The cops would be on her tail as soon as they found out about your inheritance. No, Miss Violet's a far shrewder operator .than that. I have an idea that I might be able to work out a little deal with her."
"What kind of deal?" Trudy asked.
"There's such a thing as a double-cross, my dear. I might just be able to convince her that I'm as much after your money as she is. Then, we could lure her out of her nest and get her when she's vulnerable."
"I don't understand."
"Leave everything to me," Nick told her. "You just sit tight and don't leave the studio. I'll call in a couple of hours or come back. One way or the other you'll know what's happening. Or what's happened, whatever the case may be. But don't leave, hear me?"
Trudy nodded her head. She looked about the studio, at the expanse of unpolished bare floors and towering ceilings. Suddenly she felt very cold, very cold and alone. She began to shiver and Nick held her in his arms, heating her flesh with the warmth of his body.
"Just believe in me, baby," he told her, kissing her on the cheek. "Everything's going to work out fine, you hear me?"
Trudy nodded her head. But when Nick left, her fears returned, worse than before. She sat in the narrow little kitchen, drinking her third cup of coffee. Outside, she heard the wind whistling down the deserted streets. It seemed to darken and she went into the studio, turning on lights.
She looked at Stacy's paintings, but found no delight in admiring her friend's art. There were no colors in the room and everything seemed black and white, devoid of life. She moved over to the mattress and curled into a fetal ball, closing her eyes, hoping Nick would come back.
"I'm so tired of being alone, alone and afraid," she said aloud. She felt exhausted, drained of energy and resolve. Slowly, she drifted off into sleep, hugging the pillows against her, wishing Nick were there.