With a desperation, born of fear, she attempted to squirm her hips down and away from the impaling shaft of his lust-filled prick, but there was no escaping it. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, forcing it into the warm, unreceptive depths of her cunt rolling waves of her tender flesh before his rampaging cock.
Lying there, helplessly dominated, under her husband, Alec, she shed tears of pain, shock, humiliation, feeling as if she had been split in two, by the forcefully brutal entry. Worse, though, she wasn't able to understand his horrible reasoning, an insane reasoning that had led him to this unnecessary and cruel rape.
"Oh, God, Alec!" she groaned, as he had pressed her thighs back even farther and began to grind into her with animal-like, netting thrusts. "Take it, ea-easy! Please, d-don't h-hurt me, any more!" Oh, God, Why? Why? WHY?
In Alec's drunken, alcoholic daze, he was in no mood for gentleness, as she lay under him, completely helpless, defenseless against his merciless ravishment. He pounded his huge thick cock into her with pulverizing force, while his hands roughly kneaded and dug into the softly resilient flesh of her breasts. She knew, without doubt, that his cruel hands were bruising the tender breast-flesh, and she whimpered in pain, beneath him.
Unmercifully, he thrust in and out of her now moistening cuntal sheath, paying absolutely no attention ho her wailing tears and pathetic pleadings, skewering her even harder to raise additional whimpers of pain with every goring in-thrust.
Then, up inside of her, she felt it; it was the kindling warmth of sexual arousal, and she found herself attempting to move her hips up against him, wanting his plunging cock, now. She was sore, her delicate tissues, inside her vaginal passage burning with the abrasions of his abrupt entry into her unprepared cuntal sheath. It hurt beyond reason, but still she felt suddenly afire with a great keening sensation that was growing with building pressure to an ecstatic sensuality. It seemed as though she could feel every hardened ridge of his ferally throbbing shaft ... and it was getting bigger and bigger, expanding and pulsing deep inside her belly with every ramming stroke.
Her whole mind and body concentrated on it then. All she could think of was its enormity and the rapture it gave her, as he rampaged deep into her, his hardened cock seeming to soar high up into her, filling her completely with its potently turgid massiveness.
Brandy couldn't believe that it could happen, lying beneath her husband, being forced, against her will-raped was the right word, she had decided-and being brought to the heights of rapture by it. God! It was building, building, and she knew it could happen,
But it didn't!
Suddenly, Alec stopped. He held himself rigid and immobile over her, his face contorted with a mask of pure lust as his expanding cock spewed forth its liquid cargo of hot, white sperm. She felt the jerking motion deep up inside her as his ejaculation pumped wildly to splash his cum deep up into her now hotly accepting vaginal passage.
"Oh, God, Alec, darling!" she wailed desperately. "Don't, st-top, now!"
She had squirmed her throbbing pussy up against him as she lay helplessly frustrated under her husband, trying to re- establish the lost rhythm, to regain the ramming potency of his hard cock deep up inside her. Then, she was clutching at him, as she realized that he had cum to his orgasm, and that now his hard tumescence would disappear, leaving his cock a flaccid, useless-to her-tube of softened male flesh.
"Darling, Darling, p-please, keep it up, a-and...."
"AAaauugh!" he grunted, concerned only with his own satisfaction, as he reveled in the ecstatic sensations of his spewing cock.
Then, her husband collapsed on top of her. He was relaxed, satiated, and no sooner had his head lowered to the pillow than he drifted off to sleep, his hardened shaft of flesh, sunk deeply in her needful cuntal passage becoming rapidly detumescent, and there was nothing for Brandy Berg. Nothing!
Squirming from beneath Alec's sleep-deadened body, she rolled over to her side of the bed, shedding hot tears of real sexual frustration. OOoooh! I was getting, s-so close!
She lay there, wide-eyed, miserable, her abdomen blood- swollen and aroused, attempting to sort out her thoughts, but her mind whirled in chaotic disorganization. She was unable to pin down anything important, except that she knew now that everything in her marriage would come tumbling down. H-He threatened, t-to leave m-me,
Finally, after hours, it seemed, she slept fitfully, awakening once at daybreak to pull the sheet up over her snoring husband.
At mid-morning, when Alec finally got out of bed, showered and came into the kitchen where Brandy was seated drinking a third cup of coffee, he was a different man, from the maniac, who only a few hours earlier had raped her, unmercifully.
"Good morning, darling," he said rather sheepishly, "I guess I really got a snoot full, last night."
Brandy looked up at her husband, unsmilingly, "You were drunker, than I've ever seen you!"
"I don't even remember driving home." he said. "Lucky I didn't have an accident, or something."
She looked up at him, disbelieving. "Y-You don't remember?"
"No, I can't seem to remember anything, after about two on the morning, everything else is blacked out!"
"Then, you were drunker, even than I thought!" My God! Then, he doesn't remember, wh-what he d-did to m-me! She stared at him, not knowing what to say, or even to think.
"What's wrong, Brandy?" Alec asked.
"N-Nothing, nothing at all!" she said, covering up her astonishment. "What would you like to have for breakfast?"
"Some tomato juice, to start off with."
She had to believe it. He doesn't remember!
But there is some truth, even in the words of a drunken man, And, he inferred, h-he was going to leave me! But, maybe now, I've got another chance, t-to be, the kind of, loving wife, he w-wants me, to be!
"But you don't understand, Claire." Mickey explained. "Harry's ironing out the details now, on the Championship bout ... and it'll probably come off, in about two more months!"
"Then you are going to stay here, to train for it?" she queried, surveying him through dark grey eyes, her brow wrinkled in a frown.
"I have to; this is where Harry wants me to workout."
"Well, do we have to stay here in Santa Monica?" Claire tossed her jet-black hair, as she swept her eyes around the apartment, Mickey had picked out for them.
"No, not really."
"I'm going to find a place I like!"
"Do you mean, you're going to stay, this time?"
"Yes, darling, but I'm going to live in the kind of place I want, instead of this!" She was derisive.
"Okay, go ahead!" Mickey couldn't believe what he had heard. His wife was really going to stay with him, and maybe ... just maybe, he could convince Harry that living like a normal man, with his wife, while he was training, wouldn't hurt him. Hell! Sex burns up less energy than boxing one round, and it'll sure make me a lot happier, to have Claire with me!
Of course, Mickey knew that his wife was headstrong, and that there was a strong streak of selfishness in her, but he overlooked those two things, in favor of something more positive, for Claire was definitely a sexy woman, beautiful almost to perfection, and she did try to please him, most of the time. That's why Mickey put up with the rest of it, otherwise, But, Damn! Trina's something else, a real sex-pot!
Guiltily, he remembered what that little session with the hot blooded girl had resulted in, and he wasn't pleased with himself, at all! But, Christ, I was desperate, for a piece of ass! That's why he was so glad that Claire was going to stay with him. I won't have to go looking for it, It'll be right there, when I want it!
Mickey hadn't told Harry Nash about the blackmail thing, at least not yet; he was waiting to see what Alec Berg would come up with, as far as finding out who it was, then, he'd turn it over to the police and the Boxing Commission. Goddamnit, if I told Harry, he'd blow it wide open, and I can't let him do that yet! Those damned goons said they'd kill me, if the police were brought in on it!
There was no doubt in his own mind about his courage, or lack of it. It just wasn't wise to match his fists against a bunch of gun-carrying hoods. If I ever get the chance, though, However, it was unlikely that he'd ever get a chance at one of them, alone; they always came in pairs.
And, of course, he hadn't told Claire, for very obvious reasons. Damn, when they get to her, finally, there's going to be all hell to pay!
Claire went apartment hunting. She found exactly what she wanted, in Corona del Mar!
Mickey was appalled when she told him, on two counts: The location! Christ! Trina Dawes lives down there, somewhere! He tried to fix the location in his mind but drew a blank. Secondly: The price he was going to have to pay for a fully furnished apartment made him flinch, but he wasn't going to object. It would end up in an argument, so he just bit his tongue and said, "Okay, darling, if that's what you really want, we'll rent it and move into it."
"It's a lovely place!" Claire gushed. "And it's in a perfect location, with a view of the Ocean."
They moved in the next day.
"I've just come to California." Claire confessed to the auburn-haired woman who sat across from her.
They were in a plush cocktail lounge, drinking a leisurely martini, at Trina's invitation. Trina had spotted Claire Pearson that afternoon in her favorite Hairdresser's Salon.
Like many prostitutes, Trina didn't really like men. She tolerated them, but she really got her best kicks with women. Actually, she swung both ways, almost equally. Men provided her with the necessities, and many of the luxuries of life, but with another beautiful woman,
She had found it easy to strike up a conversation with the black-haired beauty who was obviously a stranger. Claire was appreciative of her easy, friendly ways, the sparkling conversation, the invitation to an afternoon cocktail, and so, there they were. Trina seemed to have a sixth sense about things like this. She knew it would be easy to get her new friend up to her apartment. After that, well, Trina knew what to do, It would be a nice afternoon interlude before the evening's work.
"I just know you'll love it, here!" Trina told her, her grey- green eyes smoldering over the rim of her glass.
Claire felt a little uneasy, but she decided that it was just friendliness, and the alcohol that caused Trina's eyes to do those things.
And, later, after the second round of drinks, when Trina made the pitch to her, about coming over to her apartment, to relax, listen to some wild records, and get to know each other better, Claire had some second thoughts. She really should be home when Mickey got back; he'd had to go into L.A. for some kind of conference.
"You can leave, any time you want to, but I think it'd be groovy, you know." Trina smiled, mysteriously.
In the back of her mind, Claire knew that she was being picked up, yet there was something perverse in her that told her to go along with the act, experience something new! It was her headstrong stubbornness getting in the way of rational thought. If I don't like the way things are going, after we get to her apartment, I'll just walk out!, After all, she couldn't force me to do, something I didn't want to do!
And there was her curiosity. She'd heard of women who loved other women, but except for a passing attraction another girl had for her, when she was in high school, Claire had never experienced a woman-woman relationship. She remembered that Helen ... that girlfriend, back in Omaha had wanted to rub and massage her breasts, and there had been some kissing. It hadn't gone beyond that. Still, as memory flooded back, she had known, even then, that they had been on the verge of discovering more of their sexuality. There was the warm tingle in her breasts, still remembered, when Helen had kissed them, and that uncomfortable moistness between her legs, and yes, there had been sexual stimulation. She knew now, what it had been.
Helen had moved away, she thought, or was it that she had discovered boys. They were more exciting, and it hadn't taken Claire long to find out why, She hadn't thought about women as sex-objects, until this very moment, when Trina had suggested going to her apartment, to get better acquainted! She was not that naïve! She knew what the implications were in that loaded invitation!
In Trina's apartment they shared another drink. Claire was beginning to feel the effects of them; her head whirled, eyes refused to focus properly, and she felt exhilaration and a high sense of adventure, as she wondered when things were going to start happening. Churning, warmly, in her belly was a tiny spark of anticipating sensuality, waiting there to be fanned into full- blown passionate desire. It was a new feeling; one she had never before experienced.
They chattered, listened to a record or two, and then the drinks were finished. Trina put her glass down on the low coffee table, decisively. There's no point, in wasting any more time!
Direct, as always, Trina seated on the couch next to Claire, leaned over to her, put her arms around the black-haired woman and kissed her, using her tongue, worming it, gently, between the other woman's lips and into her mouth to dart, exploringly, tasting and savoring the sweetness of her mouth.
Even though she had expected it, when it came, Claire was surprised, and shocked. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, succeeding, finally, in twisting her mouth to the side to break the deep, warmly passionate kiss.
She gasped, "Really, Trina! Wh-What, are you doing? What do you, w-want?"
"You know what I want! You!" Trina hissed, her grey-green eyes burning into Claire's dark orbs, as her tiny, warmly avid hand went out to caress the fullness of a soft breast through her clothing.
"Do you, m-mean?"
"I want you, your lovely body! I want to make love to you!" Trina told her, her voice husky and low.
Suddenly, in the face of the other woman's savage desire, she felt panic, and fear, a fear that she had overstepped the bounds, that she was in deeper water than she could handle.
"I-I couldn't, do that!" Claire gasped. "My husband, I-I...."
"He'd never need to know."
"But, I-I love, him!"
"Men! What do they know about love, about what really turns a woman on?"
"It j-just seems, so."
"Wrong?" Trina finished, tossing her au burn hair back. "You'll never know, what it's like, to be turned on, really, until you've been loved, that way, by another woman! Because she's a woman, she knows what to do, what not to do."
Then, as Trina's hand drifted down across her flat abdomen and began to squirm its way down into the angle of her thighs, pressing in against the curling, down-covered mound through the light layers of her clothing, Claire felt a sudden, leaping thrill- sensation surge warmly through her loins, seeming to center down there, between her now trembling thighs, signaling a prelude to forbidden pleasures. Her body wanted to leap for joy, to plunge in, experience all, but her reasoning mind was there, censoring the lewdly lubricious, sexually oriented signals, telling her: This isn't what you want, really! Remember, you can just walk away from it! You promised!
Claire's own hand followed Trina's, grasped it in an attempt to pull it away, stop the other woman from going too far. Desperately, she murmured, "I've got, to g-go home, be there... when my husband."
"Fuck your husband! He can wait, his turn!" Trina spat, her lips twisting around the obscenity, lewdly.
Claire was shocked. She had never heard a woman use words like that! She had heard the crudity from boys she had gone out with ... and from her husband, Mickey, but no woman she had ever known had used the lewd word. Her face crimsoned with an unbidden blush. She gaped at the delicately beautiful, auburn-tressed woman, in disbelief, who had rapped it out so brazenly.
Seeing her shocked surprise, Trina went on, "I was married once, when I was seventeen, too damned young, to know what was going on! All men are alike, I think, All they want to do is screw! Climb on top of you, shove a hard cock between your legs, ramming it into your cunt, whether you're ready or not, and not giving a damn whether you want it! All they care about is their own precious, male egos, thinking once they're married, that they own you!, Then, they'll just fuck you, shoot their load into you, and if you cum, it's good, but if you don't, Well, tough titty! Then, you're left to worry, about pregnancy, and not cumming, while the big, selfish son-of-a-bitch, goes to sleep, leaving you with nothing but a sore cunt, and the possibility of getting caught with a baby! And, all the time, what you really wanted was some real loving, not just fucking! There's a difference ... and they're not very many men, who know how to love a woman!" It was a long tirade that Trina spat out in her hate and frustration, her vengefulness contorting her beautiful face as she spoke.
Somehow, Claire knew that she was facing a truth. She could have recited the same story, without the obscenities coloring it. There was an exception: She had tried to learn to respond to Mickey, and thought she was working toward a good sex life with him, when he was home. But God, he's home so seldom!, Always going off to train somewhere, for a fight, leaving me alone, almost half the time!
A flash of insight, the germ of an idea began to ricochet around inside her skull. Maybe there was a partial answer, here ... to the loneliness she experienced, when Mickey was in training camp. She rejected the borning idea almost as soon as it materialized in her mind and became words. No! God, Wh-What am I thinking about? Take a woman, l-lover, when Mickey's gone!? No! NO! NOOOOO!
There was that moist warmth between her legs, the tremulant, keening sensations that were racing through her, and she didn't want it.
Struggling to her feet, she swayed, dizzily, finding her legs shaky, almost unable to support her weight. She had to leave, get away from Trina before,
Soft, female arms were around her, supporting her, and leading her somewhere. Where? She was in a bedroom, being helped onto the bed, and Trina's voice came to her, soothingly, through the pounding in her head.
"Everything's going to be all right, Baby." Trina crooned. "You'll see, It'll be out of this world, for you."
Looking down at the lovely woman on her bed, Trina Dawes knew that it was time, now, to make it with the confused girl, give her something she'd remember. Hell, she doesn't know, what she wants, at this point! It had been easier than she'd thought, to get Claire into bed. Of course, the drinks helped ... She smiled to herself. But, maybe she was ready for it, and didn't know it! Like, maybe, it was lucky for her that I came along, and just sort of nudged her over the brink, It seemed to her that Claire was hotter, more ready and more receptive than any woman she had ever seduced.
Not hurrying, Trina stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing provocatively, seductively, as she did so, knowing that Claire couldn't help but watch. She was a practiced expert,
Fascinated, in fact, almost hypnotized, Claire Pearson watched the other woman strip off her encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her soft, clear-skinned body, the voluptuousness of her curvaceously delicate figure, and she wondered, even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion for what she knew would soon follow, wondered what it would feel like to have another woman's body in intimate contact with her own. How, would it be?
Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Trina allowed her hands to roam over her own body, reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky erection; finally, a hand slid down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the triangle of her pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, auburn hair that gleamed like polished bronze, where she slipped a finger into the moist pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own erectly alert cli. She shivered, erotically, with the wild sensations her own finger caused.
"OOooh, that's soooo nice." she breathed. "Have you ... ever done that, to yourself, darling?"
Mutely, Claire affirmed it with a little wag of her head.
Sidling onto the bed, beside her, Trina ran her hands over Claire's softly rounded body, her warm hands sending tiny thrills coursing through her.
"Now, let's get you stripped, too." Trina cooed, beginning already to unbutton buttons.
Not understanding why, Claire allowed herself, dazedly, to be disrobed, even helping a little, until she, too lay on the bed stark naked.
"Oh, lovely." Trina breathed, stretching out beside the black-haired beauty of Claire's equally luscious body, her hands going out to caress and fondle a full-orbed breast and reveling in the smooth pliancy of the soft, silky skin. Deftly, she teased a cameo-pink nipple into erect hardness, her mouth following to suck and nibble while her hand taunted at the opposite one.
It all felt so good. The first electric contact of Trina's hands made her all shivery, the tingling sensations almost more than she could stand, and she knew, then, that there would be no retreat, no running away from it. She had to know, and experience, because now, she wanted more than anything else in the world; indeed she had passed beyond wanting, to needing.
Once again, her mind, dictator-like, tried to haul in a close rein on her sensation-filled body, telling her to deny this forbidden experience. It's unnatural, perverted!
"Oh, God, Trina I-I can't! I just, c-can't!" she strangled out.
"Yes, you can!" Trina's voice was low, intense. "Let me teach you, Just relax, and let me show you how."
Turning Claire to face her, on the bed, the more experienced Trina clamped her body to the other woman's, mashing their breasts together, her mouth seeking and finding her lipstick-smeared lips and pressing her own sensuous mouth against them in a gentle, non- demanding kiss. She tasted the salt of Claire's tears, and knew what it was the other woman was feeling, remembering the first time she, herself, had lain in another woman's arms.
Gradually, Claire relaxed against her, her arms going out to Trina and their kiss was fired with passion. Trina's tongue snaked out, slowly, to run in sensuous, little circles, rimming her lips with sensation-producing lubricity. Busily, then her hands teased and taunted the other's curvaceous body, caressing, fondling, smoothing and massaging, swarming over her voluptuous contours, like a swarm of hungry insects, her own great need welling up in her, uncontrollably, But, she held back, not wanting to do anything that would disturb Claire. Don't rush it, damn it! Get her worked up, to the point, where she'll be climbing the walls for it!
More and more, Claire began to respond to Trina. There was an unaccountable thrill that she began to feel, an intensely erotic feeling that was being generated in her by the soft femaleness of her seducer's lovely body. Shyly, she rubbed her hands down Trina's smooth back and over the soft fullness of her buttocks. It was like caressing herself!
Pulling away, slightly, she had a distinct urge to touch Trina's breasts. Her hand came up between them, and she cupped the other's velvet-skinned titty, caressingly, feeling it's softly resilient mound, that was so much like her own. She felt the coned out nipple, hard in the palm of her hand; then, Trina sighed, shudderingly, and she realized that she had been the cause of it.
Now, their avidly hungry mouths were welded together in a mutual, deep kiss, as tongues darted in and out, tastingly, and their hands began to explore, caressingly: Trina with sure knowledge, and Claire with the timid sense of a neophyte. All the while, the fires of sensuality in their loins raged into uncontrollable, licking flames of desire. Claire moaned in helplessness. There was nothing more she could do to stop it, now ... but desperately, she broke the deep, soul kiss.
"I've, n-never, cheated on my h-husband." she murmured, trying to make one last, feeble protest.
"But, I'd bet he's cheated on you!" Trina grated, vehemently. "Most men do, sooner or later, and they sure as hell don't think about you, when they're shoving a hard cock ... between another woman's legs!"
Trina's language jolted her, again, and she recoiled. That was the main reason she'd changed her mind and flew out to Los Angeles, from Omaha after Mickey had canceled his own flight home. The fight was over. He had won it, and he was free on the town. Did he find another woman, and take her to bed? Oh, I-I'll newer know!
"But it's almost, the s-same."
"It's not the same!" Trina shot out. "This is woman-woman love!"
"I'll change, somehow, and he'll."
"No! You can swing both ways, just like I do, only I get more kicks when I'm with another woman!"
"You mean?"
"He'll never know, darling, It'll be our secret!"
Almost savagely, Trina recaptured Claire's lips, her voracious mouth devouring the sweetness of them, while below, she thrust her own, white, curvaceous thigh up between the trembling, tapering columns of the black-haired beauty she had entrapped, spreading them apart and insinuating her loins in close until the two soft pubic mounds met, Trina's auburn-haired one grinding in against the curling darkness of Claire's with wildly excited abandon.
Reaching over her, Trina pulled the full orbs of Claire's buttocks in tight to her, then that same hand, trailed downward in the soft crevice, going in the back way, to find the moist pinkness of her vaginal opening. She paused there, slipping a tiny finger into the bedewed vestibule to moisten it before it moved onward to find her sensitively erect cli. She found it hard, throbbingly sensate, and with a woman's sure knowledge, rubbed it caressingly, and ever so gently. She smiled with lewd satisfaction, as she felt the convulsive shock in the other woman's body.
Then, Claire was aware that Trina her woman-lover, was slithering down her body, while at the same time, gently rolling her over to her back, splaying out her legs with her thigh, her mouth working, hungrily on her aching breasts, kissing and sucking, moving the hardened nipples in and out of her mouth in quick tempo, as she maintained a constant sucking pressure. Arcing sensations grounded in her loins, as Trina's hands, too, kneaded and massaged at her curvaceous softness. Dimly, Claire remembered that all of this was wrong, forbidden, but as her sensation-tortured nerve endings responded to the auburn-haired woman who was seducing her, she found it difficult to know why it was forbidden. She was filled with the most exquisite ecstasy she had ever known. Never had it ever been like this, with her husband, Mickey!
Uncontrollably, Claire's hips began to undulate in tiny, grinding circles under her, as the delightfully erotic sensations keened, surgingly, through her, and she knew that it was the end of her resistance. Trina could do anything with her, now,
"OOoohh." she moaned, helplessly. "Oh, Goddddd!"
Trina's hungrily teasing lips began moving down, now, moistly, through the defile, between the soft mounds of her breasts, over her ribs, her flat belly, the agile, taunting tongue pausing to swirl in and out of her navel, and then Claire felt her thighs being spread apart, by gentle female hands, to expose the palpitating flesh of her cuntal furrow to the other woman's salacious gaze.
Crawling between Claire's legs, Trina's hands kneaded the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, her mouth following, ever downward, and Claire moaned with excited anticipation, as she divined what was coming next.
Closer, Trina's mouth worked toward the pulsating hungering portal of her cunt, and just before the other woman's soft mouth gained her exciting goal, Claire had a disquieting thought. Somehow, she knew, in the instant that Trina's mouth made electrifying contact with her pulsing, cuntal flesh, she would be changed, just as she had been changed, when she had given up her virginity. Weren't Lesbians different, somehow, from other women?
Now, suddenly, it was there! That tantalizing, licking, lovely and soul-destroying tongue was there, teasing at her sensitive cli, and sending ecstatic sensations of sexual pleasure to her brain, and wildly stimulated body.
And then, as Trina's tongue danced little pirouettes on the palpitating bud, then shifted, after a moment or two to dart, sinuously, into the liquid, coralline portal of her cuntal passage, Claire knew that there was nothing else like it in this world. It was a rhapsody of carnal sensation, but her taboo- instilled mind would not let go, even as her body responded, her hips gyrating up to Trina's mouth in mute supplication, wanting more of it, more of everything.
"Oh, God, Trina! N-No! Noooooo!"
Pausing for a moment, Trina took her mouth away, long enough to say, "It's yes, Baby, and you know it! Relax and enjoy it, all the way!"
"B-But, it's, d-dirty!" Claire wailed in anguish.
"And, you've loved every minute of it, haven't you?" Trina countered and, her head sank down between Claire's trembling, alabaster-white thighs to the sensate, pink flesh of her involuntarily pulsing cunt, her tongue plunging deep into the liquid depths of her lust-incited pussy.
She thrust her tongue in and out in flicking, measured tempo, matching the rhythm that Claire's grinding hips had already set, fucking in and out, almost like a man's ravaging cock.
Beneath Trina's teasingly educated tongue, Claire, unable any longer to control her body, or think a rational thought, knew that it was true! She had loved every minute of her seduction by the lovely, auburn-tressed Trina. God! She had to have it now ... had to have that marvelous tongue doing those wonderful things to her, licking and sucking at her tremulant, sensation-seared cunt!
Throwing all caution to the winds, conscious only of the arcing, high-voltage flash of desire that burned, sparkingly, in her naked, now upturned loins, Claire cried out, in anguished desperation, "Oh, OOooh, OOOooohhh, yesssss! Trina yes! M-Make me c-cum!"
Trina's mouth stopped, and Claire heard her muffled voice ask, "You want me, to keep on, like this, until you cum?"
"Y-Yes!" Claire gasped. "Oh, yesssssssss!"
"Let's go that one better, Baby Doll! I'm hot, too, you know, so let's make it, together!"
"Wh-What do you, m-mean?" Claire was desperate, her hips undulating up to find Trina's mouth, again.
"Do each other, at the same time!"
"H-How?"
"You just do the same thing to me, that I've been doing to you!"
"But I've n-never!" Claire cried.
"Now's the time to learn, then!" Trina told her, firmly.
Quickly Trina reversed her position. Her lovely, tapering thighs straddled Claire's face, while her own head was poised over the darkly curling down at the cusp of her thighs.
Startled, Claire looked straight up into the moistly pink flesh of Trina's cuntal furrow, softly and sparsely ringed by her auburn pubic hair, where it hung, tauntingly only inches above her sensuous lips. Suddenly, it was clear to her what she must do, if she were to cum to her rapturous orgasm that beckoned her, just out of reach.
They were in the sixty-nine position. Claire had heard about it. It was the classic position of mutual, oral-genital sex, but never would she have thought that she would be doing it, in this bizarre position. God, How did I get into this?
With a swivel-hipped undulation, Trina's vibrantly needful pussy came down to a firm, electrifying contact with Claire's mouth; while, at the same time, her own head nuzzled in between the other's thighs, again, to find her throbbingly sensate cli. Her tongue lashed out to lick the pulsing bud with voracious sensuality.
Feeling suffocated, trapped, Claire's first impulse was to scream, but when Trina's tongue contacted the quiveringly sensitive flesh of her cunt, it brought a long, mewling moan of complete, sexual surrender from deep in her chest, causing her to lift her head up against the warm, fleshy furrow above her, her tongue darting out, experimentally to find Trina's hardened little cli. Timidly, she licked at it, and felt the shuddering convulsion in Trina's body, that told her more eloquently than words the effect it had on the auburn-haired woman.
Then, flicking her tongue into the moistness of Trina's vaginal opening, she was surprised to find the taste of it slightly pungent and not at all distasteful, and as Trina's tongue plunged in and out of her, below, in imitation of a virile, fucking cock, Claire began to match her, until they had established a mutual rhythm, their tongues a pair of surrogate cocks in their heatedly sensual cunts.
And, together, they spiraled toward the heights of release, as tongues licked and mouths sucked, hands grasped and caressed, hips ground and mouths gasped and mewled out moans and groans of mutual sex-pleasure.
Suddenly, Claire was mouthing words up into the moist cunt- flesh, between the thighs, gyrating above her.
"OOooh! That feels, s-so good! Don't stop, doing it!"
From below, between her own trembling legs, she heard Trina's counterpointing chant, dim and muffled.
"Eat me! Eat me, good, darling! Eat my, hot little pussy!"
Their bodies intertwined, heaving and writhing, together, mutually giving and receiving, the two women arrived at the apogee of rapture, release in orgasm.
Claire Pearson felt it begin, for her, in the exquisitely shuddering convulsions of her body that caused her to spasm in release, as wave after surging wave of ecstatic rapture broke over her sensation-filled loins, spreading through her in relaxing, euphoric impulses of pure sexual pleasure.
"AAAAAAaaaaauuuuugggghhhh! III'mmmm cuuuuummmmiiiinnng! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh!"
Above her, Trina ground her hips tight against Claire's face, with wild abandon, her voice, mingling with Claire's in an ancient chant of completion and satisfaction that announced the arrival of her moment of rapture.
"OOOoooohhhhh, My Godddddd! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!"
Trina collapsed on top of Claire, momentarily, then rolled off, reversing herself, again to stretch out beside her, her arms going out to clasp the black-haired beauty to her and clamping her mouth to Claire's in a long, deeply passionate kiss, as the last of the spasming, convulsive waves of orgasm left them drained, and satiated.
"God! I flipped, right out of my skull!" Trina declared with a little gasp.
Claire could only moan, "OOOooohhh! It was, out of this world!"
As Trina snuggled in close to her, her hands beginning to trail, caressingly, over her body again, Claire began to regain some of her composure, and her mind was functioning, attempting to sort out her new options. One thing was sure: She'd have to get away from Trina go home, where she could really think things through.
"Claire, honey, we could really have a thing." Trina murmured.
"Trina Please? I've got to get home! It's getting late, and I've got to have time, to think."
"Then, I'll see you, tomorrow?"
"I-I don't know, maybe." Claire told her, sitting up and gathering up her garments. "I'm really, in a whirl, I can't think straight, about anything."
Trina didn't press her. She knew it was better that way, but next time,
"Let me give you my address, and telephone number." Trina suggested, reaching out to get pen and pencil from her purse. She scribbled her name, Trina and her address, followed by her telephone number and handed it to Claire, who put the scrap of paper, absently, into her own purse.
"You can call me, or come over, any time you want." Trina added, "because, there's a lot more I can show you!" It was a mysterious promise.
"Such as?" Claire asked, her curiosity rising.
"Next time." Trina breathed. "The next time, together!"
The "conference" Mickey drove up to L A. for was with Alec Berg. He sat across the desk from the private investigator, while Alec ran down the list of information he had gathered so far.
"I haven't been able to locate Trina Dawes, yet," he told the boxer, "but she could be using another name."
"Yeah, I hadn't thought of that." Mickey admitted.
"Now, here's what I've got on Mick Stansfield," Alec said, referring to his notes. "He was born in Idaho, about fifty- years old. Bachelor, at least he isn't married, right now. Good rating with Dunn and Bradstreet, President of a pleasure boat building company, Extensive holdings in electronics, And, this is important! He has a string of race horses, Makes the racing circuit, and is a big bettor whether his horses are running or not, and." Alec paused, significantly, "he's a fight fan! Attends almost all the important bouts!"
"Which means," Mickey said, thoughtfully, "if he's betting the horses, he's also betting on the fights.
"Exactly!"
"Is he into any of the fight stables, own any boxer's contracts?"
"If he does, I haven't been able to dig it out, yet!" Alec grunted. "It would sure fit together, and all I'd have to do is connect one of those bully boys with him, and Trina and we could bust it wide open!" the detective speculated.
"But, right now, there's nothing to tie him into it... is that right?"
"That's the hell of it, I'm just making a wild guess!" Berg confessed. "There's not a damned thing to connect him with anything, except that you went to a party, that he gave! Which reminds me, he's a big party-giver, with a pretty good reputation as a cocksman! He's also been involved with some pretty well-known women, in the international jet-set!"
"He really gets around, then?"
"And spends money, lavishly!"
"Pays his income tax?"
"Like a model citizen!" Alec affirmed. "He's clean, absolutely clean, and that's what bugs me!"
"Then, maybe you're on the wrong trackas far as Stansfield's concerned."
"I don't think so!" Alec snorted. "Here's a rough profile: Money, Horses, Women, Gambling! Three weaknesses, that take money! Lots of it, and I don't think he makes that much money building pleasure boats, alone! There's got to be another source! All I've got to do is find out where the rest of his money comes from!"
"Well, I hope you can!" Mickey said fervently. "By the way I've moved."
"That's good, it'd buy us some time, while they're trying to find you, again!" Alec observed. "Where?"
"Corona del Mar area." Mickey told him. "Here's the address." He wrote it out for the detective. "I don't have a telephone, yet."
Alec was surprised. "Why the hell did you move down there?"
"That's where Claire wanted to live. She picked the apartment!" Mickey defended.
"Do you mean, she's going to stay here, now?"
"Yeah," Mickey grinned. "She finally got some sense, I guess!"
"Or she's suspicious!" Alec suggested, cynically.
"I don't think so, and I'm sure they haven't made contact with her yet!"
"Let's hope not!"
"Should I level with Claire, tell her what's going on?" Mickey asked, worriedly.
"No! Not yet! I'd like to stop it, while it's just a conspiracy, and maybe we could keep it from her, completely!" Alec told him.
"Okay, whatever you say."
Mickey Pearson left, and Alec stared at the closed door, wondering: I sure as hell hope that I've made the right guess!
Mick Stansfield picked up the third telephone on his desk. Its number was unlisted and known to only a very few people.
"Yes?" he barked into the mouthpiece.
"Stearns, Mick." the voice came over the wires to him. "We spotted Pearson!"
"Where?"
"He's talking to a private eye, name of Berg!"
"Okay! That's good! Now, this's what I want you to do. You got Dilfer with you?"
"Yeah."
"Have him stick to Pearson, find out where he's living now. I figure that wife of his must be here, with him, since they turned up a blank in Omaha!" Stansfield instructed. "And, tell him to let me know, personally as soon as he's got the address!"
"Right!"
"And, I want you, Bruce, to pay a little visit to that private detective! Tell him it's time to bow out, or else!"
"Should I give him something to remember?" Bruce Stearns asked.
"No, just warn him off, but you'll know what to do if he's not going to cooperate." Stansfield told him.
"Okay, we'll get right on it!" Stearns broke the connection.
Bruce Stearns bulldozed his way past Judith Howser in the outer office and burst into Alec's office, taking him by surprise.
"You Alec Berg?" he demanded.
"Yes, what do you want?"
"Mickey Pearson was just here, and I'd like to give you some advice, about what to do on his case!"
"I can always use good advice." Alec said mildly. "What is it?"
"Nothing! Don't do any more work for him, at all!"
"He's given me a retainer, and I."
"Give it back!" Stearns grated. "Better yet, maybe you should take a vacation!"
While the other man was talking, Alec made mental notes. He would know this man, any time he saw him again. Medium build ... five feet ten or eleven inches tall, 180 pounds, late thirties, wavy blonde hair, brown eyes, scar on his forehead, long, straight nose, heavy lower jaw, long, oval face, and the sound of his voice, all registered in his mind and he would remember.
"I don't have time for vacations!" Alec told him, leaning back in his swivel chair. He was relaxed but alert, waiting for a possible attack. He knew, now, that someone-Stansfield maybe -was worried, so they were trying to scare him off!
"You're not listening very good!" Stansfield's man threatened.
"Come off it, Man, I've sat through hundreds of Grade B movies and TV whodunnits, where the big, tough guy warns the detective to lay off, and you're playing it worse than any I've ever seen!" Alec said, with a disarming grin. "Now, unless you've got some further business with me, I'd suggest you leave, now!"
Stearns, caught off guard by Alec's unruffled reaction, gaped, staringly, for a moment, then turned to leave, shooting back, lamely, over his shoulder, "Okay, smart-ass, don't say you weren't warned!"
"I'll get it down in my notes!" Alec Berg returned.
When the unknown bearer of a warning from an equally, as yet, unknown source was gone, the detective heaved a sigh of relief, glad that there had been no violence. But, it was damned close ... if I hadn't kidded him out of it!
Intending to go home for dinner, since he'd been so busy for the last two days that he hadn't made it home, until the early hours of the morning, Alec headed for the parking lot. He was worried, not about Mickey's troubles but his own. Hell! Things aren't getting any better, between Brandy and me, but if she'd loosen up a little bit and put a little zing into our sex- life, it'd sure help! Maybe, what we need is a good vacation ... go off somewhere, relax, and get things ironed out, otherwise, we're headed straight for the divorce court! The hell of it is, Brandy's basically, a sexy woman, She's got everything going for her!, And, I love her, but she's not turned on! Christ!, If only,
Alec had almost reached his Mustang and was delving into his jacket pocket for the car's keys, when he became aware of a racing engine behind him. He glanced back to see a car bearing down on him. Instinctively, he jumped out of the way and rolled between two parked cars. The car, a big Pontiac, had just missed him, and as he picked himself up off the asphalt, he knew it was no accident. Goddamn! That was close, too close! And, it's either a second warning, or the damned guy was really trying to do me in!
He hadn't had time to get a license number, but the face behind the wheel he'd know anywhere. It was the goon who'd burst into his office to give the detective some "advice."
Forgotten was his intention to go home; instead, he drove to police headquarters, where he spent an hour or more poring over mug shots. He found what he was looking for and lodged a formal complaint against: Stearns, John W., also called Bruce, one former conviction for armed robbery; an extortion case was dismissed, for lack of evidence. There was a long string of assaults in his record, as well as three busts for bookmaking.
"We don't have anything pending on him, right now," the duty Lieutenant told Berg, then asked, "What happened?"
"He tried to kill me, with his car, in the parking lot of my office building!" Alec said vehemently.
"Do you know why, Alec?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," Alec answered, evasively.
"Okay, well try to pick him up on this!"
After all the details were taken care of, it was too late to drive home, so he drove South, to Newport, picked up a bite to eat at a drive-in and continued his search for Trina Dawes, whom he was convinced was somehow the key to the whole situation.
It was around midnight when Alec hit pay-dirt. He found a bartender in a plush bar who knew Trina and a five dollar bill was enough to get him her telephone number. The rest was easy. He located the apartment building, checked it and found her apartment empty.
Settling down to wait and watch, he was determined to see her ... and get information from her one way or the other.
A little after one in the morning, Trina arrived, with a man. Hell! She's picked up an all night trick!
He made for the nearest pay telephone and dialed her number, sure that she would answer, if things weren't too far along.
"Hello, Trina Baby!" he said, slurring his words, purposely, "I'm here, all primed, an' ready for some fun!"
"Who is this?" she demanded.
"You don't know me, Baby, I'm from out of town, but I heard 'bout you, an."
"But, what's your name, and what do you want?"
"Name's Alec, Alec Berg, and I don't have to tell you what I'm after, Baby!" he slurred. "An' I got the money to pay for it with, you get me?"
"It's late, and I."
"Yeah, I can guess, some other bastard beat me to the punch, for the rest of the night, right?"
"Well, you know."
"Kick 'im out, and I'll be right over!"
"No, you don't understand."
"The hell I don't!"
"But, maybe we could work something out, for tomorrow." She hated to let him go, without making some arrangement for later.
"Tomorrow, afternoon?" he queried.
"Yes, that'll be Okay, Give me a call?"
"Sure, Baby, I'll call you, 'cause I've got three more days, and a bad need, for some real fun and games!"
"Around two, Okay?"
"That's perfect, Trina Baby! You got yourself a date!"
He hung up, quick, grinning his satisfaction. Well, I've got a date, that's going to be fun to keep!
Alec was on time. Before he went up to Trina's apartment, he put his .38 in the glove compartment of his car and clipped the little Berreta to the inside back of his pants waistband. There was no point in being completely unprepared.
Trina greeted him at the door. "Alec?" she asked.
"Yeah, and it's sure been a long wait!"
She didn't let him in, just yet. "Where'd you get my telephone number?" Trina demanded.
Berg told her the name of the bartender and the location of the place. "And, it cost me five!" he concluded.
Satisfied that he was not a vice-squad officer, she opened the door to admit him.
"Do you quiz everybody, like that?" Alec asked.
"Well, I've got to be careful, you know."
"Yeah, I suppose so." he agreed, stepping in close to take her in his arms, to kiss her.
She seemed to be reluctant, as he probed at her lips with his tongue, his hands moving down over the softness of her straight back to the rounded protuberances of her full-orbed buttocks and discovering in the process that she wore no encumbering bra or panties. His hands dug into the resilient flesh of them, hungrily.
Twisting her lips away, Trina told him, firmly, "It's fifty dollars, in advance!"
"You're lovely." Alec told her with a disarming grin, but you must have a cash register, in place of a heart."
He watched her gathering frown, as she tried to work up some anger over what he had said; the frown turned to a smile, though, when she reached out for the fifty dollar bill he took out of his wallet. She had balanced it out, quickly, for herself, in favor of the money.
Silently, she turned away, her walk studiedly provocative as she headed for the bedroom. Smart-ass! I'll give him a quickie ... and kick him out of here!
Alec didn't follow.
Looking back over her shoulder at him, she said, "Well? The bedroom's back here!"
"That fifty ought to buy a drink, too." he suggested.
"Okay, what'll it be?" She was disappointed that he wanted to delay.
"Scotch-rock'll be fine," Alec grunted, dropping into a comfortable chair.
Trina fixed the drinks and brought them. Handing him his drink, she sat on the sofa facing him, tucking up her legs, her mini-shift riding up and giving him a clear view of her curvaceously tapered thighs and a flashing glimpse of auburn- tinted pubic hair to match the dark red of her carefully combed, lustrous hair.
He smiled his lewd appreciation, and hoisting his glass in toast, said, "Here's to what makes the world go around!"
"Sex?" she smiled.
"No! Money!" He took a long swallow of his drink, then as he looked over at her, again, he added, "It's the one thing people'll do almost anything for!"
His remark made her feel uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject. "Did you come here, just to drink and talk?"
"Hell no! I came here on business!" Alec told her, setting his glass down on the coffee table and getting up to strip off his jacket and tie, before sitting down, again, next to her on the couch. She started to cringe away from him, thinking she had made a mistake about him, after all. Twice before, she had been busted by vice-squad men, and she was frightened, momentarily, until he added, with a grin, "Your business, that is."
He took her, solidly, into his arms, and his lips sought for and found hers, but this time, it was her moist, pink tongue that came surging into his mouth, searchingly, as his hands began to explore the soft contours of her lush body.
Cupping the resilient mound of a perfectly sculptured breast through the soft material of her dress, he kneaded it massagingly, and felt the tiny nipple spiking out hard and erect into the palm of his hand, while below, between his own legs, the natural and normal reaction began to take place.
There was the crawling lift of his scrotum pulling his balls up close to his body and the throbbing fullness in his penis as it became blood-engorged in a growing erection. He'd have to hold himself back, if his plan for Trina were to work. Damn it, just concentrate on getting her worked up!
He knew, from past experience, that many prostitutes didn't allow themselves to become involved with their johns; they just faked it all the way, made the guy think he was really getting a good lay, while she remained completely detached. Alec, consciously, tried to repress his own sexuality; at the same time he stimulated her, reversing the roles.
Sliding his hand down across her flat belly, then out along the smooth whiteness of a finely tapered thigh, he went in under the short length of her dress, allowing his warm hand to massage the soft flesh up the smooth inner side, moving upward, slowly, until he was rummaging in the angle of her thighs, caressing the curling fleeciness of her pubic hair; meanwhile, he was forcing her back, by slow degrees, until she was lying supine on the couch, beneath him, her legs straightened out, now, and parted slightly. Smoothly, he slipped a finger down into the moist warmth of her pussy, pressuring in through the fleshy folds from the top and parting the sparse adornment of hair, to find the tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her cli. His finger rubbed at it, teasingly, gently bringing it to even greater hardness; then, using two fingers, together, he drummed a tattoo up and down its short, pulsating length. He was rewarded by feeling the erotic spasms of it in her body and the tiny grinding undulations of her loins up against his taunting fingers.
Suddenly, Trina gasped, twisting her mouth away, savagely, and moaning, "Damn you, you're not like most of the others, who just want a quick fuck! You've got to make like the great lover!"
"What's your objection, Baby?"
"I just don't like to make it, really make it with the johns, and besides, it takes up my time!"
"Well, Trina Baby, you're going to make it with me, all the way!" he promised.
"Let's go into the bedroom, then!"
"Suits me." Alec agreed, leaning back to allow her to get up.
The detective followed her into the bedroom, removing his shirt and undershirt, as he walked, and watching the provocative sway of her hips.
Once inside the bedroom, Trina whipped off her mini-sheath to reveal the voluptuous curves of her soft, womanly body. As she tossed her dress to the back of a vanity chair, Alec came in behind her, his arms going around her, under her arms, his itching hands clutching at the full, softly pliant mounds of her breasts, while his lips came down to kiss her delicately sloping shoulders and the nape of her neck. She shivered with delight and turned in the circle of his arms to press her nakedly curvaceous body up against him with a mewling moan of building passion. He felt the erect cones of her hardened nipples press in, tightly, against his own naked, hairy chest, while below her hips gyrated in tiny circles against the lengthening hardness of his almost fully erect, throbbing cock.
Alec's hands swarmed over her, smoothing the svelte contours of her body, his strong fingers kneading the resilient, warm flesh of her full-orbed buttocks. Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through her lips to probe deep into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth. He did it with more ardor than he felt ... on purpose. I want her really hot to trot, before I really start working her over!
After a moment or two, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't know why, I'm letting you do this."
"Because you like it, I imagine!" he grunted, walking her backward the short distance to the edge of the bed.
As the backs of her knees contacted the edge of the bed, he pushed the auburn-haired beauty back onto it and stepped back. Quickly, he shed his shoes, socks and pants, leaving only his shorts to cover him, partially.
Sprawling there on the bed, where he had shoved her down, Trina's legs were splayed, obscenely, and he could see the pink flesh of her pussy, glistening dully moist and palpitant in the dim light of the bedroom.
Inside his shorts, his massive erection stirred and jerked involuntarily, and Trina's eyes were glued to the spot, her interest intense.
This man's lips, tongue and hands had ignited a slow fuse that was sputtering away in her, and she was trapped in a morass of ecstatic sensations that raced through her voluptuous body in waves of erotic anticipation. The thing that really bothered her ... and the reason she didn't want to become involved, this afternoon, was the telephone call she had received just before Alec's arrival. It was Claire who had called, and Trina had convinced her to come to her apartment that same afternoon. She had already agreed to having Alec there, but she hated to turn him away and lose the money. She hated worse the fact that he had turned out to be so ardent. Now, I'm all worked up, and I'll have to go through with it! Not that she didn't like the idea of being turned on by a man; she had been thinking of Claire, and the delicious things she had in mind for her. It had been farthest from her mind that she'd be responding to Alec, but she was. There was nothing she could do about it, now, She just hoped that she could get rid of him, before Claire arrived.
A mewling hum of anticipation emitted from her throat, as her eyes devoured him, watching the lurch of the outsized bulge in his shorts. Then, her own hands, well-manicured and lotion-softened, slid, sinuously, up over her body to the full moons of her breasts, where her fingers played, narcissistically, with the distended, berry-like buds of her nipples, the darker pink of their aureoles drawing up in sensitive wrinkles of soft flesh.
"God!" she moaned, finally, anxious for him to go on now, "Get your shorts off, so you can start fucking me, with that big cock of yours!"
While Alec had been watching her, he had reached back of him, to get the object he needed, from his shirt pocket. Now, he held it behind him, a lewd smile of anticipation on his face. She's hot, already, and it won't be long, now, before she'd be crawling up the walls!
Trina closed her eyes, expecting that he would be on top of her, digging and poking at her body and shoving his hard cock into her cunt. Then, he'd fuck her for all he was worth, until he came, frantically, and that would be that,
But, it didn't happen that way!
She was caught by surprise, as the unexpected happened. Her body jerked, spasmodically, involuntarily, at the light, tickle of something that was moving inch by tortuous inch up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, heading, she knew for the pulsating portal of her cuntal passage that gaped open to him, because of her obscenely splayed thighs.
Her eyes flew open, widening, as she gaped down to where Alec was leaning over her, a gaily colored blue and green peacock feather held in his fingers, lightly, as he twirled it, teasingly, on her vibrant, sex-tingling flesh. Instantly, she clamped her legs together.
"What the hell, do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
Alec grinned down at her, salaciously. "Getting you good and ready, for some wild fucking!" he told her, and went right on with his tantalizing torture of her, dragging it now up the valley of her close-held thighs.
Instinctively, her hands flew to her pubic mound, protectively, knowing in a flash that if he were actually to use the feather on her cunt there would be no end to her arousal, and she didn't want that. She still held the image, in her mind, of the expected pleasures she would have with the dark-haired Claire ... when she arrived.
"My God, Alec, don't do that, to me!"