Archive Note: The original pocketbook contained two chapters headed "CHAPTER SEVEN" and that is faithfully reproduced here.
FOREWORD
The room was dank with the odor of rising passion and the air seemed to grow thick and hard to breathe. Nicole felt dizzy and realized that it was the drug she had been given taking control of her mind.
She was strapped to a table, her arms and legs wide apart. She felt the cool touch of leather against her back and naked bottom as Vandam stood over her. He ran his lingers down across her full, rounded breasts, pinching her nipples roughly between them. She moaned softly as the pain shot through her and barely heard his delighted laugh as he trailed his digits across her hard, firm stomach and twirled the spears in the tangled patch of dark brown hair that covered her lovely cunt mound.
"You will soon respond to anything I suggest," Vandam murmured happily. "In a few moments you will be my willing slave!"
She struggled against her bonds but it was no use. A soft, frightened moan escaped her lips as he slithered his seeking fingers between her stretched legs and caressed the damp petals of her pulsating pussy. He rode his finger back and forth between them and the combination of her growing passion and the effects of the drug made her tingle with a mixture of fear and desire.
"Ahh, yes," he sighed, nodding his head. "You are just about ready. You will pay for all the trouble you have given me," he laughed. He jerked his thumb to her right and she stifled a scream.
"Yes, yes," he chuckled wickedly. "That's right, you aren't for me, I'm going to give you to Putt!"
She fought with her bonds, screaming in terror now as the seven foot giant drew near to the table, his huge, long prick dangling between his legs. She shuddered uncontrollably as he climbed up on the table and knelt between her legs.
"No, no, no," she cried, sobbing wildly. "I can't, I can't, I can't!"
She felt like she wanted to die.
CHAPTER ONE
The train whistled its expectant approach to the station and rattling loudly, its steel frame groaning with the effort of slowing down, it slowly drew inside the bowels of the huge terminal.
Most of the people riding the long series of cars were on their feet, waiting impatiently to disembark. They stood around, rocking from one foot to the next, grumbling at how much time it was taking and how in a hurry they were. The screech of the wheels, drawing the big caravan to a complete stop mingled with their murmuring voices and filled the air with a thrill of anticipation.
One of the few people to still be seated watched the urgent crowd with increasing amusement. To her the whole scene was a marvelous entertainment of human nature. Always in a rush, always dashing from one spot to the other, only having to wait in line once again when they got there. Obviously most people did not have her sense of calm, she thought. And without it, they would never be satisfied.
Not that she was a contented person. She had plans, big ones, but she knew well enough that scurrying from place to place without a sense of rhythm and timing did you about as much good as standing still for the rest of your life.
"You have to know who you are, where you are and what you are at all times," she said softly to herself. "And at least I'm aware of that!"
Her name was Nicole Jordane and most people would have been surprised to hear her say something like that. Heavy, deep thoughts did not go comfortably with her cute, school-girl's face and lithe teenager's body.
When you looked at her, all you could see was a well-developed seventeen-year-old, too pretty to be bright, too young to be sensitive.
Unless you saw her eyes, which were always active, searching, taking in all they could, you would have mistaken her for just another vapid teenager, chewing gum and talking about boyfriends.
It would not have been a bad mistake to make, for she did indeed look the perfect picture of wholesome, country stupidity. She wore little make-up and dressed in the prim and proper way of any well brought up young girl and she had a charming, happy cast to her face that just dripped of cheerleaders and prom queens.
It would have shocked the hell out of most people to find out that she had a genius IQ and had won a summer post as a page in the United States Senate. Her father was a professor of history at a small, upstate college, a leading authority in his field and he was very proud of his daughter.
She was on her way to Washington to stay with a colleague of his. A man he gone to school with, not very active in government. The man had a couple of daughters of his own, so her father was quite satisfied, that Nicole would be in good hands.
She was satisfied herself that this was going to be the most exciting summer of her life. It had already begun with a bang; she thought, giggling quietly as she remembered graduation night.
Tommy Morrison, the captain of the football and baseball team had been after her all year to go out with him. But she had put him off, preferring to study and get her grades. There was another reason she put him off, but she didn't tell him that.
Unlike what her father thought of her, an innocent, unknowing young girl when it came to sex, she was more than just interested. She was dying for it. All the year long she thought and thought about it and had read everything she could get her hands on concerning the subject.
She knew that when it happened, she wanted it to be good. She knew also Tommy Morrison's reputation as a lover. He put pressure on every girl he went out with to make it with him and if they didn't, he quickly dropped them or worse, spread stories about them all over town. That didn't make him any less desirable to the girls, but it certainly put Nicole on guard.
She was the leading cheerleader in school and the one girl everybody wanted to take out. She held court like a queen merely because she wouldn't go out with anyone but was so awfully nice in letting them down. That made her even more a prize to catch, but she held them all off until the last week when she finally accepted Tommy's invitation.
She waited that long to lose her virginity because she had no intention in getting all tangled up with a boy. She simply didn't have time for such things. Tommy was cute and very, very sexy and would probably be nice for the first time; but with all those powerful, important men in Washington, it was silly to even think of a teenage boy to get serious with.
Knowing this and knowing that as soon as she was done with him, she was going to drop him and get out of town, she wanted to make sure he never had the chance to start anything. It was kind of fun, too, thinking about the way he would strut around like a peacock only to have everything tumble around his ears when she left town. That gave her goose bumps just thinking about it.
The prom was like every other prom, as silly and as dumb as could be. Of course she and Tommy were made King and Queen and of course everyone envied the hell out of them. But it all bored her to tears and she did not waste any time agreeing to his suggestion that they take a drive somewhere before going on to the all night party the kids were having in the park.
They parked up on Nations road, a long ways from town and Tommy kept sipping nervously from a bottle of champagne he'd stolen from his parent's house. He was as bewildered as could be and hadn't really expected her to accept his idea so easily. He kept glancing across at her, growing more and more worried. Now was his chance, now he had to do it but he was scared to death. This wasn't any girl from across town that all the guys had had, this was the number one bitch in the school and if she busted his balls, he might never live it down.
She sat there impatient to get started. She hadn't read all those books for nine months waiting for this moment to waste time watching him get slowly drunk on champagne. She reached across and took the bottle from his hand.
As he watched, his eyes going as wide as could be, she smiled seductively and curled her lips around the rim of the bottle. She lifted it up and rolled her tongue over the lip, sighing loudly, stroking the bottle up and down with her fingers.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing as she tilted the bottle up and drank, allowing a generous amount of the bubbly liquid to run enticingly down her chin. Tommy wondered if she knew what the hell she was .doing, what she looked like she was doing for Christ' sake!
He gulped a couple of times as she giggled girlishly and set the bottle down on the dashboard of the car. "Come over here," she whispered softly. "I want to tell you something!"
He slithered over to where she was sitting and moaned quietly as she twirled her fingers in his thick, black hair. She ran a single finger along his straight, narrow cheek and pressed it against his lips.
"How would you like to kiss me. Tommy," she said softly. "Kiss me like they do in the movies?"
"Jesus, would I." he moaned, wondering if she was smashed or what. After all, this wasn't the Nicole Jordane they all knew. She seemed to be getting hotter than a pistol.
He bent forward and plastered his mouth against hers, hungrily. She pushed him away and shook her head. "Not so hard. Tommy," she cautioned. "I'm not made of stone! I'm a nice, soft girl that wants to be kissed in a nice, soft way."
He moaned almost in agony he wanted her so badly and he allowed her to gently draw his mouth to hers once more. He shivered with a growing ecstasy as she lightly ran her full, succulent petals over his, kissing him gently.
Her fluttering lips caressed his rough, weather-beaten own with a tingling joy and his whole body, seemed to be on fire with a trembling desire for her.
They were crushed tightly together on her side of the car, his hands around her back, riding over her bare, warm flesh, gripping and kneading the luscious skin with wanton abandon. They ran their mouths back and forth, twisting and turning their heads, the sweet tasting wine of her lips making him dizzy with pleasure.
He pressed against her perfect, white teeth with his tongue and they slowly parted, allowing him to stab his seeking arrow between them. She felt him searching with his slashing dart for her own sweet prong and she teasingly avoided contact with the stabbing tongue. Finally she allowed him to entwine with her own and he groaned wildly, crushing his mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily.
She thrust her body tightly against his and shivered violently as she felt his hand riding down her back. Her light-blue gown was made of a soft, ruffled material and it crinkled erotically as his hand traveled over her rippling spine. She gasped as she felt his fingers pause at the base of her spine and gently caress the edge of her pert, trembling buttocks.
"Go ahead," she whispered softly, fluttering her luscious lips against his. "I don't mind where you touch me, Tommy!"
Eagerly he slithered his hand over her darling rump. She lifted her bottom off the seat, allowing him to cup his hand beneath her spongy half moons and' squeeze them lovingly through her dress. She sighed with delight as his strong, thick fingers dug in and massaged her greedily.
He was kneeling almost in front of her and she could feel his prick growing hard in his trousers as it pressed against her thigh. She could feel the hard, hot blood begin to pound in the swelling bulge and she gently pressed her leg against the fat mound, rubbing it slowly back and forth until he was breathing laboriously and squeezing her darling ass with increased passion and force.
She moaned quietly, her mouth running over his face, kissing him wetly. Her creamy, well-turned thighs were opening and closing on his buried knee and she felt the intense thrill as he pressed the cap against her pussy mound, seeming to drive it into her with a totally uncontrollable lust.
"Jesus Christ that's good," he groaned, his voice thick and tight with passion. "Damn, you know how to make a guy feel good!"
"I'm glad you like it," she whispered, sounding like an innocent little girl. "I haven't really had much practice, but I promise to do my best, Tommy!"
With that she closed her thighs tightly around his prick and he almost screamed in delight. Urgently he reached around and cupped one of his hands over her full, perfectly rounded breasts, straining against the confinement of her tight evening gown. She sighed in pleasure as she felt him gripping the luscious boob in his grasp squeezing and tugging on it wildly.
She shivered and ran her tongue around the rim of his ear, blowing a warm current of air against his flesh, making him squirm in delight and groan loudly as the aching desire burned brighter and brighter in his loins.
"Don't mess my dress, Tommy," she told him softly. "If you want to touch me, why don't you undo my zipper?"
It was almost too much for him to hope for as he felt her lovely, slender fingers guiding his hand around to the back of her dress. Fumbling wildly with the zipper, he tugged and pulled on it until it slithered down over her spine and her warm flesh quivered lusciously under his knuckles.
He pulled the top of her dress away from her and slipped his hand inside. He gasped as he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and his palm slithered across the bare warmth of her naked boobs. He shuddered involuntarily as he curled his fingers around one luscious globe and squeezed it hungrily.
He slid his thumb up and over her darling, pink nipple and rubbed the sweet bud back and forth until it grew firm and erect as a tiny, pleasing pebble. She sighed contentedly as he pinched the delightful nub between his fingers. She shivered with delight as he tugged and twisted the precious stone in his grip, rolling it round and round until he could feel her flesh tingling with excitement and he could hear her breathing heavily with the passion she was feeling.
"Ohhh, Tommy, Tommy," she groaned, thrusting her breasts against his roaming hand. "That feels so wonderful, so wonderful and nice!"
He laughed gruffly and continued to knead and delight her aching mounds while his free hand slithered underneath the hem of her long gown and steadily rode up her legs, encased in the sheerest of panty hose, coming ever nearer to the moist, warm pit of her pleasure.
She fluttered her thighs back and forth and groaned loudly as she felt his nails sliding roughly over her hose. He gripped her luscious, creamy thighs tenderly and massaged them with his experienced fingers until she felt wave after wave of pure desire and need racing through her limbs to wash against the heat of her burning womb. Hungrily he slid the tips of his fingers across the moist dampness of her pussy mound. He felt the warmth of her burning cave rising through her panties and hose and his fingers were caressing the throbbing, luscious mound greedily, loving the way her love juice seeped through her clothing and began to wet his hands. He pressed the heel of his hand against her lovely hillock and the darling seventeen-year-old groaned wildly bucking against his rubbing hand.
She threw her arms around his neck and nibbled hungrily on the lobe of his ear. She used her chin to force his mouth downward over her creamy, elegant neck and she was sobbing breathlessly as she whispered in his ear.
"Kiss them, kiss them, Tommy," she moaned, thrusting her chest upward. "Oh, God, Tommy, kiss my boobs! Kiss them please!"
He laughed happily and lathered his tongue down between the jiggling spheres. She groaned in pleasure as she felt his mouth traveling greedily over her darling boobs, kissing and licking her warm, creamy flesh in frenzied hunger. He rolled his tongue around a single, erect nipple and kissed it lovingly. She shuddered and sighed and moved from side to side against his kissing lips. She gasped with delight as he took the precious stone between his teeth and sucked on the delightful pebble greedily.
"Ahh, what beautiful tits you have," he sighed, lathering the juicy nub with his rough, seeking tongue. "I love your tits, love them, love them!"
She gasped as a tremor of aching pleasure raced through her and he sucked the rest of her magnificent boob into his mouth, chewing on her pliant flesh greedily, and sucking deeply on the spongy warmth of her delicious globe.
"More, more, more, Tommy," she moaned. "Kiss them, suck them, love them! Ahhh, it feels so good, so damn good!
Hungrily his other hand was riding over the hem of her panty hose, bunching her dress up in her lap. He shivered with the wild, tingling sensation of fingertips touching nylon and he groaned his pleasure and greedy lust as he slithered his fingers between the sheer material and felt her undulating, warm belly. She groaned happily and quivered in anticipation as he rode the seeking digits through her damp, tangled cunt hair.
He tugged on the soft, wet strands, curling his fingers around them, rubbing the tips of his digits back and forth between them making her gasp and rock from side to side in violent desire. Her flesh felt on fire to his touch and the steady, pulsating heat rose from her tortured womb, tickling and urging the seeking prongs on. He danced the top of his thumb over her small, exquisite clit and she almost leaped into the air at the contact. An aching spasm of lust tore through her loins and she rose her darling ass from the seat and thrust her hot cunt against his eager hand.
Her own working, greedy fingers rode over his thighs, squeezing and clutching them tightly. He sighed in agonized pleasure as she ran the tips of her lovely digits over the hard, throbbing mound that pushed against his trousers. He shook involuntarily and buried his mouth between her luscious tits, lathering them and kissing the sweet spheres passionately.
Gently she curled her fingers around the hard, quaking bulge and closed her delicate fist over it. He groaned loudly and began to breathe in tortured spurts. His prick seemed to be growing bigger and bigger than ever before and the boiling blood that pounded through it threatened to engulf him in a sea of agony at any moment.
She loved the feeling of power that jolted through his cock. She thrilled to the almost burning heat she could feel coming through his clothes and eagerly she ran her tightly shut fist back and forth over the throbbing shaft, digging her fingers in, enjoying the exquisite pain she was giving him.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," Tommy groaned, the sweat pouring off his forehead, the tremendous need tearing through his loins. "I ... I ... oh, God, God! It's so great! Damn you, damn you, it's good!"
She almost laughed at the ease at which she was pleasing him. She twisted and turned the confined rod and pinched the thick,. bulbous head pleasingly. He grunted loudly and bucked his crotch into her sweet hand uncontrollably. She sighed contentedly and slithered the tips of her fingers back and forth along the length of his fevered mound, glowing with anticipation and expectant desire at the moment when she would hold his naked manhood in her hand.
His angry, burning lust was overwhelming him now and his greedy fingers rolled the tender, erect nub of her clit back and forth rapidly. She shivered and cried out softly in warm delight and moaned quietly as he pinched the sweet button between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it lovingly in his grasp.
His hand was becoming soaked with the steady river of juicy passion that was flowing from her trembling womb and he loved the way his fingers slithered across her hot pit, the fluttering, aching pussy lips grasping at his working digits hungrily.
She rocked and swayed in the trap of the small, confining seat and she yearned to have more room to move. His hungry mouth was riding wildly over her breasts and his other hand gripped and squeezed her darling bottom with frenzied passion.
"Come on. Tommy, let's get in the back." she cooed in his ear, slithering her tongue along the rim. "I don't want to get my dress all messed up, I'll just take it off!"
All of this was beyond anything Tommy Morrison had thought possible. He watched in awe as she climbed out of the car and took a quick look around, then stepped out of the dress and folded it neatly over the front seat. She slipped into the back and ran her panty hose and panties down over her lovely, moist thighs and placed them over the dress. She sat in the back, completely nude, now, her legs spread wide apart, the dampness of her fevered pussy glistening in the pale moon light. She opened up her arms and sighed urgently.
"Come on, come on," she groaned, her voice low and eager. "Don't waste any time. Tommy! Get back here, I need you,, now!"
Fumbling wildly he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his pants. His prick waved wildly in the air, as hard as a steel rod, pointed straight up into the air, the engorged blood pounding through it visibly.
He settled down next to her, trying to get between her legs but she held him back. "I want more love play, first," she told him determinedly. "I want you to touch me all over, and I'll do the same for you!"
He groaned in frustration, his cock aching to be inside of her but he knew that she was determined about this and he meekly put his hand on her belly once more, running the tips of his fingers up and down along the edge of her trembling, wet lips. She shivered in delight, her elegant thighs rocking back and forth, her soft, quiet moans of satisfaction coming faster and faster.
Slowly he slid two of his seeking fingers around the entrance to her hot, virginal tunnel. She shivered violently and thrust her pussy up to meet his hand. She threw her arms around his back and pulled her to him. She held him tightly with one arm and dropped her other to his lap.
He cried out in aching delight as she locked her fingers around his cock and squeezed it tightly in her soft, warm fist. The prick was almost white hot with his frenzied passion and it felt powerful and intensely strong in her. hand as the racing desire pounded through it.
"It's so big and nice," she cooed softly. She squeezed it a couple of times and felt him shivered uncontrollably. "Ohh, I love the way it feels! Such a big, strong thing, it's wonderful! "
He could not control a deep, loud gasp from boiling out of his lungs. He cried out in pleasure as she began to pump her luscious digits up and down along the massive shaft. She opened and closed her fist tightly as she went along and twirled the tip of her precious little thumb over his throbbing head, slithering her short nail back and forth across his piss slit until he was screaming quietly in delight.
Urgently, he slid the tips of two fingers beyond the trembling entrance to her wet, warm cave. She bucked her hips involuntarily as she felt the seeking digits enter her. She rocked her hips from side to side and sank her teeth into his neck as he twisted and turned the invading spears, driving them deeper and deeper into her virgin womb.
She was sighing loudly and thrusting her pussy against his hand as he buried his fingers in the depths of her pussy and tapped expectantly against her thin maidenhead. He slithered the two, pleasing spears back out of her and felt her eager pussy muscles locking tightly around them. Gently he pushed them back inside of her and she cried out in delight and bucked her pussy hard against his seeking prongs. His thumb rubbed over and around her trembling, firm clit and the dampness of her aching cave was now drenching his working hand,-
With a wicked determination she dropped her other hand to his thick, taut ball bag and curled her fingers around the trembling sack. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her bouncing his tortured nuts up and down in her lovely palm, rolling the swelling stones across her soft, gripping digits.
"Ahhh, good Christ, that's nice," he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. "That's so nice, so fucking nice!"
She shivered wildly with each stroke she took and knew that the moment was approaching when she must have his hard, long prick in her cunt and make her virginity a thing of the past.
She bent down, thanking her stars that she had gone out for gymnastics, doubling up in a way that would have been painful for anyone else. She wanted him good and ready when he entered her. She flicked out her tongue and Tommy's mind almost exploded with the realization that she was going to suck him off. No girl had ever done that, willingly, before and he felt his prick pounding painfully as she rolled her pink, pointed dart around the tip of his engorged shaft, licking the rim of his helmet teasingly, driving him even wilder with I desire.
"Jesus Christ," he cried out loud as she kissed the fat head and ran her mouth up and down along the length of his fevered meat. He quivered violently as he felt her nibbling greedily on his swollen manhood, rolling her tongue round and around over his burning member.
She squeezed his balls playfully and closed her mouth over the side of his cock, sucking on the fat flesh hungrily. He almost could not stand anymore of this lovely pleasure she was giving him and his working fingers increased their speed and force as they pounded in and out of her delicious cunt. She brought her head back up and held his cock steady in her lovely fist. Opening her mouth she gently slid the tip of his swollen prong into her cave and locked her teeth around the rim of his helmet. He felt as if his balls were going to explode as she lathered the bulbous head of his cock and sucked hungrily on the hot meat.
She slowly rode his aching rod into her mouth, sucking and blowing on it wildly, making him buck and quake on the seat beside her, almost falling off, the intensity of his pleasure was so overpowering.
"Let me fuck you," he groaned, not able to stand anymore of this. "Let me fuck you before I burst!"
She giggled happily and drew her body upward once again. He was shaking wildly and almost out of control he was so eager with passion. Gently she guided him between her legs, sliding down on the seat a little to make it easier for him. She felt him pushing her legs as far apart as they would go then she took hold of his tortured young manhood and drew him toward her awaiting pussy.
She moaned as she felt him slither the tip of his fat shaft between her quivering, wet pussy lips. She rocked from side to side and gasped in pleasure as he drove his cock deeper inside of her taut, virginal cave. She felt him bury his prick against the thin membrane of her maidenhead and she gasped with the slight pain of his pressure against the last barrier to her becoming a woman.
"Gently, Tommy, gently," she cautioned him, flexing her warm, rippling thighs against his. "This is my first time and I want it to be beautiful!"
"I will, I will," he gasped, promising her hurriedly. "I know how to do this, I swear I do!"
She threw her arms around his neck and slowly he pulled his prick back out of her.
This first, amazing stroke of cock against tight pussy walls made her sigh with delight as the warm, liquid pleasure raced through her. He paused for a moment, the bare tip of his engorged meat quivering inside of her then he slowly pushed the rest of his hard meat down her tight tunnel once again until he was tapping expectantly with the tip of his engorged rod at her hymen another time.
He rested a brief moment then pulled back and repeated the process. Each time he left and then entered her the fiery desire and boiling delight seemed to grow stronger in her loins and soon she was rocking back and forth with his slow, easy rhythm, thrusting her pussy up to meet his prick.
He began to pick up speed, tapping harder and harder against the taut layer of flesh that kept him from the depths of her hot, throbbing cave. He could feel her shuddering wildly with every stroke he took and she was moaning loudly in his embrace as he slithered his prick along her narrow tunnel yet another time.
"Break it, break it, Tommy," she cried fiercely, slamming her cunt against his plunging prick violently. "I can't wait anymore! I want you inside me, now! All the way inside me! Break it, damn you, break it!"
Sucking in his breath and pausing for a few seconds he slammed into her powerfully, tearing through her maidenhead without regret. She screamed softly, enduring a short moment of pain then groaning with the delicious delight of his prick filling her pussy completely. He twisted and turned the buried shaft around her inner recesses, thrilling to the sensation of his prick being gripped and kneaded by her delightfully strong pussy muscles.
He drew his cock out of her once more then rode it slowly along her lovely tunnel, moving from side to side, enjoying the intense pleasure the action gave to both of them.
"You're so fucking tight and warm." he moaned, almost in awe of her sweet pit and the idea that he "was the first to experience it. "It feels so good inside of you so fucking good!"
Back and forth he began to ride her virgin pit. She bucked and groaned and threw her legs up around his hips, locking her ankles .behind him. Her darling ass was clutched tightly in the palms of his hands and he squeezed her spongy cheeks lovingly, pumping his long, massive shaft in and out of her in a frenzy of aching need.
Harder and harder they drove their bodies at each other. The car rocked with the power and force of their fucking and she was tossing her long, brown hair across the seat in an uncontrollable orgy of desire. Each time he slammed his huge meat into her tight cave she screamed with pleasure and ground her hips tightly against his thrusting belly. She held him tightly between her luscious thighs and he could feel the driving, burning heat coiling her loins like a spring, bringing her nearer and nearer to her first moment of complete release.
She could feel his prick growing and growing in her hot, aching womb and she knew that any moment now he would be slamming into her uncontrollably and spurting his boiling come into her darling hole. She ground her pussy against his plunging prick and felt the delicious fire of her own need reach its boiling point.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she cried, the fiery delight racing through her now. "I'm going to come. Tommy! Ohhhh. my God, it's beautiful, just beautiful!"
She bucked involuntarily and he heard her cry out in pleasure as a burning, thick river of come exploded from her loins and overflowed her throbbing pussy, spilling the creamy juice of her love down his legs. She shook and rocked spasmodically, thrusting her quaking cunt hard against his cock and the strength of her orgasm brought him to the edge of his own massive explosion.
She hugged him tightly to her breast and felt him quiver in a spasm of pure need, thrusting his prick into her as far as it would go. Suddenly a searing, thick burst of come shot from his pounding shaft and burned her taut, aching inner walls with its boiling lust. He rocked uncontrollably and pumped his spurting prick in and out of her pussy wildly as burst after burst of the precious liquid lathered her taut inner walls and mixed lovingly with her own creamy fluid.
They pounded into her other again and again as the continuing waves of pleasure tore through them. On and on it went and by the time they were shivering with the last traces of their desire they were, weak and spent, completely exhausted by the powerful passion they had just endured.
After awhile, still breathing heavily with the intensity of their encounter, they broke apart and without speaking again, put on their clothes and drove to the party the kids were having. She left at dawn with a girlfriend of hers, leaving Tommy in a state of drunken bliss. She never talked to him again, though he called a dozen times and she left a week later for Washington, satisfied at having taken care of her virginity problem.
Now as she watched the people rushing to get off the train, she smiled to herself, wondering what Tommy Morrison must have been going through. It tickled her to deflate his ego and she knew that by now he must be going crazy for her.
Well, she certainly wasn't about spend her summer, much less the rest of her life with a dull-witted, swaggering jock. All she had wanted to do was get rid of her virginity. She didn't want to have that problem when she started meeting men in the capitol. She needed to project an image of a mature young woman, not a hesitant little girl.
She smiled to herself, and urged the train on in her mind. She knew she would have a bit of a wait but she was impatient to get to Washington. She couldn't wait to go out on the town and see all the important people. She just hoped that the daughters of the man whom she was staying with weren't a couple of frumps. That's all she'd need, a couple of prissy, society brats to hang around with.
She sighed and turned to her magazine, trying hard to get into the article she had been reading for about the last half hour. She flipped the pages back and forth and knew that she would be giving up in vain in just a little while. She turned and glanced out of the window. A few people were boarding the train but she could see a crowd of police and other men, probably more important because they were dressed in suits, looking up and down the length of the platform. They caught her interest and she strained out of the window trying to figure out what was going on.
In a few moments they broke up into groups and quickly, boarded every car of the train. A tingle of anticipation ran up and down her spine and she wondered who or what they were looking for.
She settled back in her seat and was about to think about what she had seen when the door to her sleeping compartment opened and a young man in his late twenties, dressed in an expensive suit stepped in and shut it behind him.
She opened her mouth to protest when he held up his finger and put it to his lips, whispering softly.
"Hide me," he said urgently. "Hide me, please!"
CHAPTER TWO
"What the hell do you think you're doing." she demanded, rising from her seat. "Get out of my car!"
"Now listen, Miss, I need your help," the young man insisted, leaning against the door. "You wouldn't want to turn down a fellow human being in need, would you?"
"I don't know what you've done, but you'd better get out of here before I call the conductor," she warned. "I don't intend to share this rather cramped space with anyone!"
He came over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her. "Now. now." he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "I only want your help until we get out of the station. After that I'll leave you alone, I promise."
She looked him up and down, studying his rather drawn features. He looked worried behind his confident, light hearted air and she shook her head. "What is it that you have done." she asked.
"I haven't done anything, it's what they think I've done that's the problem." He glanced nervously at the door. "Really, Miss, Miss...."
"Nicole Jordane," she offered.
"Miss Jordane. Honestly. I'm in a bit of trouble that I can easily correct in a matter of time, but right now I have to get out of New York and I have to get out on this train. Will you please help me?"
He stared searchingly into her eyes and they were silent for a moment. A knock came at the door, loud and insistent. He gulped and went for the window. She grabbed his sleeve and pointed to the tiny bathroom. He nodded and got inside. The knocking continued and she went to the door, opening it a bit.
"Yes. what is it." she said innocently to two rather large and important looking men standing outside. "Can I help you?"
One of the men flashed a picture in front of her face that resembled the man hiding in her bathroom. "We're looking for this man. Miss." the cop explained. "We think he's on this train."
"Do you think he's hiding in here." she said, opening the door, chuckling a bit. "You can search if you like, but I'm not in the habit of sheltering strange men I've never met."
Obviously embarrassed the man shook his head. "That won't be necessary. Miss." he fold her. "You haven't seen him then?"
"No, no I have never seen this man before in my life," she said, shaking her head, staring intently at the picture.. "But if I do. I'll be sure to tell the conductor immediately."
"That will be fine. Miss," the big man nodded. He tipped his hat. "Thank you for your help, sorry to trouble you." He motioned to the other man and they moved on down to the next car.
She shut the door and whispered to the bathroom door. "You'd better stay in there until we leave the station," she told the man. "It's safer that way."
She heard him agree then she sat back down and tried to figure this one out. A young boy was walking up and down selling newspapers and she caught sight of the picture the cop had shown her plastered on the front. She called the boy over and bought a paper, spreading it out in her lap, reading the headline.
"NY AD Ex SOUGHT IN U.N. MURDER." it read and it went on to tell her that a Roger Thornhill was the chief suspect in the assassination of an African diplomat. She read the rest of the story with avid interest. Roger Thornhill was twenty-nine, divorced and quite well respected in advertising circles. Several witnesses swore they saw him stab the diplomat though no one seemed to know his reasons for the killing. He was being sought by the local police and F.B.I..
Slowly the train began to make it's way out of the station and Nicole put the paper away, wondering about this strange, new event in her life. She had no idea what to think about the whole thing. It was weird, to say the least. She was shivering all over now with fear and a mixture of delicious pleasure at the idea that she was harboring a fugitive.
After a few moments she tapped on the bathroom door. "You can come out. now." she said brightly. "We're on our way."
Roger Thornhill stepped out of the bathroom grumbling. "I felt like a corkscrew in there." he complained. "There's no room to move at all."
"Next time you can sit on the seat with me and talk to them yourself." she said. "For a man on the run. you aren't very polite."
"Politeness is something I have little time for." he sighed. "It's all I can do to keep sane!"
"Why did you kill that man. Mister Thornhill." Nicole asked him in a voice so sweet he had to pause a moment to believe he had heard her.
"I didn't. I don't know who did, but I've been set up, you have to believe me!" She shivered and leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes. "Just let me rest a moment and I'll be on my way."
"If you do that, I think I'll probably see you next on TV," she chuckled. "I don't think all of those men left the train."
"Damn! Damn it to hell," he cursed softly, pounding his knee with his Fist. "Now what am I going to do." He glanced over to her and smiled. "I guess I'll just have to stay here awhile, won't I?"
"Oh. no. not on your life," she said, shaking her head. "You've already got me in enough trouble by lying to the police. I'm not going to get caught sheltering a killer! I've got things to do in Washington."
"So do I." he countered. "I have to find the real killer and make him talk. And besides. I told you I didn't do it!"
"I don't care if he did it himself, you aren't staying here!" She got up and went to the door, she opened it a bit and he leaped from the seat and shut it again, forcing his way between her and the door.
"Aw. be a nice girl, won't you." he said. "You look like an intelligent young woman, do I look like the kind of man that would kill somebody?"
She stared at him for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. you do," she finally said. "Now would you mind leaving?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Alright, you're tossing me to the wolves, but I won't force you. Maybe I can find some other place to hide, like under the rails." He jerked open the door and prepared to step out into the narrow hall.
"Wait, wait," she burst out. "All right, damn it. I don't know why I'm doing this, but you can stay. It must be the mother in me."
He smiled and sat down. He bent forward and pressed his lips to her cheek. "You're very kind." he whispered. "Very kind."
"Uh-huh." she sighed. "I'm an angel." '
He turned her chin and pressed his lips to hers, gently. She shivered with the contact and put her hands to his chest to push him away, but something kept her from doing it. She felt his mouth moving to hers tenderly, kissing her with a controlled and pleasing passion. It was quite unlike the experience she had with Tommy and she felt her loins tingling a little as his mouth continued to move slowly back and forth across her succulent, trembling petals of delight.
Perhaps it was the chance to make love without ever having to get involved or even see him again, or maybe it was just the idea that he was a dangerous, wanted man. but there was no denying that she was turned on by him and she found herself sliding her arms around his neck and embracing him lightly. "You realize of course that I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered softly, fluttering her delicious folds of flesh against his hungry own. "I mean, you're a hunted man and I'm just a poor teenager, alone and helpless."
"Not quite alone," he corrected her. pressing his mouth tightly against hers once more. "Not quite alone at all," he repeated in a seductive whisper.
Gently they twisted their heads from left to right and rolled their hungry mouths back and forth across each other. She felt a pleasing warmth race through her body as his hand gently pressed against the small of her back and he began to make lazy cycles across her spine.
She bent into him. pressing her breasts against his chest, kissing his warm, pleasant mouth greedily. She slithered her pink, moist tongue back and forth across his teeth and shivered in delight when she felt them parting. She did not know quite what to make of the desire that was growing in her loins but she knew it felt good and somehow, with all she had read about him, she wasn't afraid of him at all, She moaned softly as she felt his tongue slithering around hers, stabbing gently, teasing and entwining around her own with a quivering delight. He wasn't at all like Tommy with that wild, uncontrollable lust and rather rough way of handling her. Obviously Roger Thornhill knew how to treat a woman and she sensed that she was going to enjoy this second encounter with sex a hell of a lot more than her first!
"You kiss very nicely." she sighed, happily. "Very soft and gentle, not like some boys I know."
He laughed and ran his tongue around the rim of her mouth and ground his lips firmly but gently against hers. She heard him moaning quietly in pleasure as she dropped her hand to his thigh and began to caress him through his tight pants. She slid her nails back and forth across the length of his limb and felt him quivering slightly with the pleasing touch of her darling fingers.
"Ummm, that's rather nice." he sighed, gripping and kneading her back through her tight pullover. "You certainly know what to do for one so young!"
She giggled and gave his thigh a very harsh squeeze. He groaned in pleasure and slid his hand down to her rump. He patted the swell of her pert, jutting buttocks lovingly and then curled his fingers around one soft cheek. She was wearing a short, pretty skirt that came just above her knees and he could see the delightful caps quivering expectantly as he slid his hand over the tops of her thighs and cupped one of the dimpled places in the palm of his hand.
She moaned in pleasure as she felt the caressing fingers gripping and squeezing her lovely knee. She sighed as the strong digits rolled back and forth and his mouth continued to kiss and roam happily over hers. His other hand slithered over her back and reached the base of her spine, gripping and massaging her eager flesh through the tight, black pullover. In a flash he had slipped his seeking hand under her shirt and was dancing the tips of his fingers back up over her warm, rippling spine.
She sighed in delight and gently rocked back and forth under the urgent search of his fingers. She shivered involuntarily as she felt the hand reach the back of her bra and pause there, kneading and pressing hungrily against her flesh.
She leaned back and forced his hand against the back of the seat, pinning it with her body. He chuckled in delight and slithered the trapped limb out from behind her, riding in on down her body to her hard, flat stomach. He scraped his fingers lightly over her trembling tummy then made them crawl slowly up toward her rising and falling breasts, trapped in the sheer halter she was wearing.
She moaned quietly and gripped his thigh tightly as she felt the determined hand brush across the front of her bra. Her full, rounded breasts tingled with anticipation as he curled the strong, hungry digits around the flimsy material and closed them together, massaging her aching boobs in the palm of his manly hand.
"Yes, oh, yes," she sighed contentedly, rocking her body from side to side under his determined caress. "Ahhh, that's nice! Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's good! That's very good!"
He smiled and ran his lips over her creamy, elegant neck, kissing and licking her moist skin playfully. A fiery, aching need was beginning to glow in her loins and she could feel her warm, trembling pussy begin to grow damp with the expectation of love and desire to come.
Gently she rode her fingers up along the length of his leg, squeezing and digging in her short, trim nails as she went along. She could feel him shuddering almost involuntarily as she went along and she felt the familiar pleasure of her power to turn a man on racing through her again.
His free hand was roaming freely over her bare thighs, slithering the tips of his fingers back and forth beneath her skirt. She felt the intense heat boiling in her loins and her luscious, creamy limbs began to quiver violently each time she felt him draw nearer and nearer to her throbbing womb.
Gently he rode his fingers across her moist flesh. Her legs fluttered back and forth, parting and closing spasmodically under his strong, knowing caress. He slid his fingers to the end of her darling limb and felt the luscious, warm heat rising from her pussy and a bit of dampness seeping through her sweet, cotton underpants.
"My, my, aren't we getting a bit excited," he laughed kindly, rolling the very tips of his fingers over her pulsating pussy mound. "I swear I'm going to burn my hand on you!"
She groaned and hugged him tightly, nipping at his ear lobe with her delightful, even teeth, blowing a warm current of air along his flesh.
The knuckles of her free hand scraped between his legs and pressed against his growing cock, the hard, enlarging mound beginning to throb within his pants.
He gasped quietly and she felt him adjust his position on the seat to get more comfortable. His other hand was squeezing and tugging on her breast with increasing passion and greed and she yearned for him to release her luscious globes from the bra and caress them with his rough, strong fingers.
As if reading her mind, he slipped his hand behind her and deftly unsnapped the three hooks of her bra with one motion. She felt the garment burst free of her tits and he pushed it up and away from-the creamy mounds with his wonderful hand.
She moaned in delight as she felt his fingers closing around one perfect boob. He rolled her growing, thick nipple back and forth against the harsh flesh of his palm and she gasped with an aching pleasure as the sweet stone grew firm and erect under his attention. She rocked from side to side and quivered uncontrollably as he pinched the sweet button between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it lovingly, playing with the daring stone until it ached with stinging delight.
Her hand now slid over the hard mound of his cock, pressing urgently against his pants and she slithered her slender, dainty fingers back and forth along the length of the thick shaft. He gasped and shivered as the spasms of agonized pleasure raced through him and he could hardly breathe, the beauty of her touch was so powerful.
She felt for the thick, bulbous head of his cock and rolled it between her fingers happily. She felt the hard meat throbbing violently under her touch and she moaned in satisfaction as she heard him gasping and uttering quiet cried of love as she continued to massage and caress his pounding manhood.
Slowly she ran her gripping fingers up and down the length of his tortured shaft. She tugged from left to right and he almost leapt from his seat, groaning wildly and bucking his groin against her working hand. She loved the feeling of power that throbbed through his cock and shivered with the anticipation that was now boiling in her aching womb.
His determined fingers were pinching her moist, quivering cunt lips through her panties and she gasped as she felt his finger sliding up and down in the cleft between them. He pressed the palm of his hand hard against her aching pussy mound and the darling hillock shook with pleasure and a burning tremor raced through her already fiery loins.
She felt him slide her panties down under her luscious behind and she lifted herself off the seat so that he could take them completely off of her. She thrilled to the wild sensation of his fingers slithering across the length of her thighs and legs and the precious limbs opened and closed involuntarily as he drew the cute pair of panties from the tips of her darling toes and tossed them aside.
Gently he reached down and pulled her jersey over her head. She lifted her arms in the air, then quickly pulled her bra from her body as he threw the pullover to the floor. She grinned at him as he stared at her luscious, proud breasts that stood defiantly on her rib cage, really not needing the support of a bra at all.
Tenderly he put his hand on her chest and made her lay down on the seat. It was very narrow but she fit easily onto it and she moaned quietly with an aching need churning in her loins as he quickly unsnapped her skirt and removed it from her body. She now was completely naked except for the cute pair of socks she was wearing and she giggled girlishly as she looked at them.
He stood over her then bent down and kissed her on the mouth once again. She moaned and crushed her eager lips against his, running her tongue in and out of his mouth in a rapid burst of stabbing desire. She slashed at his rough dart with her luscious arrow and her mouth tasted of the sweetest wine to his lips.
From the corner of her eye she could see his hard, thick cock bulging against his dark pants and she gently slithered her fingers up along his inner thigh until she had her soft, precious palm pressed against the throbbing mound, her darling digits curled around the fat shaft.
She gave the big lump a tight squeeze and felt the shivering delight racing through his body as she gripped the massive rod in her hand. He was groaning and swaying on rather unsteady feet and she sighed contentedly as she felt one of his hands drop to her quivering belly and curl its fingers in the damp thatch of brown hair that covered her lovely pubic mound.
She shuddered violently when he rolled his thumb back and forth over her precious clit, forcing it to rock from side to side and grow as hard as a tiny pebble. He pinched the lovely nub between his fingers and she almost screamed in pleasure as the intense wave of desire raced and tore at her burning loins.
"Ohhh, sweet Jesus," she gasped, her voice tight and constricted. "Ahh, damn you, "Roger Thornhill, you really know how to get to a girl!"
He chuckled almost obscenely and tenderly rode the tips of his fingers back and forth across her inner thighs, caressing just a bit the quivering folds of swollen flesh that were her luscious, shimmering pussy lips.
She moaned loudly and thrust her burning cunt up against his working tools. Slowly he slid the two seeking prongs along the cleft of her aching cave. Her slippery, warm petals of passion clutched hungrily at the probing spears. She bucked and rocked uncontrollably, trying desperately to drive his fingers into her. He swayed in rhythm with the rocking train and slowly ran his mouth over her smooth, creamy neck, kissing and sucking on her warm, moist flesh as he went along.
"Ahhh, you taste delicious,'" he sighed softly. His mouth curled and rode around the tops of her breasts hungrily. "You taste like sweet, tangy wine! I can just imagine what your pussy tastes like!"
She shivered violently as she felt his working, eager mouth approach her jiggling, aching boobs. She arched her back, trying to force her luscious, sweet mounds to his lips and he chuckled softly and slithered his tongue out to meet one expectant nipple. The darling pebble shivered under his licking caress and she groaned loudly as she felt him move his mouth a little further down, lathering the rim of her cherry red stone, nibbling the creamy background of her tit with his urgent teeth.
Greedily he mashed his mouth against her chest, rubbing his cheeks between the spongy mounds, licking and slashing at them with his rough, pleasing tongue. She thrust her body tightly against his face and she felt him laughing with pleasure as he felt her quaking need racing through her warm, trembling flesh.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked one of her lovely globes between his hungry lips. He locked his teeth around the firm, stiff bud of her nipple and she cried out in a mixture of slight pain and overwhelming passion as he lathered the trapped pebble and sucked hard on the creamy flesh of her delicious boob.
She gasped as the spasms of intense delight raced through her and she could hardly bear the wild pleasure of his sucking mouth and searching fingers. His hand was now rolling determinedly over her throbbing pussy and her fluttering cunt lips were opening and closing willingly on the seeking prongs. She ached to have him slide the wonderful spears into her quaking womb and she did not know how much more she could take of this steaming desire. What more, she wondered, could he do to her!
His free hand slid down along her belly and joined the other at her crotch. Gently he rolled his fingers back and forth over her damp, slippery pussy until they became soaked with the thick, creamy juice of passion that was pouring from her burning cave. He slithered the probing spears along her inner thighs and gently rode them underneath her. She groaned in searing pleasure' as she felt the searching prongs riding the cleft between her darling, spongy bottom. He gripped and squeezed her luscious, precious buns and the tip of his finger slithered up and down along her crack, wiggling enticingly around the dark, taut dot of her tender anal entrance.
"Ohhh, wow, wow," she sighed as she realized what he was up to. "I don't know about this," she moaned, feeling her bottom tingle with the anticipation of his seeking digit.
He chuckled and sucked a bit harder on her breast then gently twisted and turned the stiff, hard fingers against the palpitating dot of her ass-hole. She groaned and tried to relax her anal muscles, determined to experience this act of love if it was going to be at all pleasurable.
She shivered as she felt him squirming the tip of her finger into her. tight, little ass, rolling it from left to right, taking his time, going as slowly as he must to make her enjoy the invasion.
She was breathing heavily now and her fingers were riding back and forth across the fat, bulging mound in front of his pants. She knew that his prick was throbbing madly and she was sure that he was aching for her to hold it in her hand, so she gently reached up and found the zipper to his pants and pulled it down.
He groaned loudly as he felt her freeing his pants, slipping her dainty hand inside and searching hungrily for his hard, aching meat. She dug around in his underwear and felt the fat, hot prick pounding intensely with the fevered blood that was tearing through it. Gently she curled her fingers around the mighty tool and slipped it out of his pants.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God," he groaned as she freed the stiff, tortured prick and grasped it firmly in her sweet palm. "Jesus, that's good! That's God damn good!"
She giggled quietly and stared at the massive, pounding shaft she held in her hand. She tugged it back and forth and he almost fell on top of her so wild was the screaming passion he was feeling.
"Oooo, it's very, very nice," she sighed, stroking the engorged head of the prick with her free hand. "It's so big and strong and it feels so powerful! Ummm, I love it, I love it!"
He moaned, a feverishly aching need boiling in his loins now as he felt her begin to pleasure his throbbing shaft. Gently she pumped her hand up and down on the thick, blood-filled cock. She squeezed and tugged on his meat as she went along, yanking, left and right, tapping with her thumb at his fat, purple head.
He twisted and turned his finger and she screamed in delight as she felt the driving prong go deeper and deeper into her anal canal. Her sweet, moist bottom was throbbing wildly as he buried his spear to the depths of her taut pit. She shivered involuntarily and bucked her darling ass tightly against the palm of his clutching hand.
Gently he pumped the thick, long prong in and out of her hot little ass while his other hand was slowly parting her fluttering, swollen cunt lips and riding between them, entering her aching, slippery womb. She cried out in breathless greed as she felt the wonderful digits drive past her quivering petals of passion. He turned them slowly back and forth inside of her and she could feel them slithering past his other finger though the thin membrane of her inner walls.
Now he had both of her pleasure pits filled with his experienced fingers and he began to ride them in and out of her twin caves with a rhythmic, driving force that applied just the right amount of pressure to drive her insane with lust and desire. She rocked back and forth under his gentle attack and her aching pleasure seemed to build and build beyond anything she could have imagined.
"Ooo, that's nice," she moaned, tossing her pretty head from side to side, her long brown hair now soaked with the sweat of her frenzied passion. "That's so wonderful! That feels so good, so very, very good!"
She gripped and tugged on his cock, driving her precious little hand up and down, faster and faster on the hot, throbbing pole. She reached up with her other hand and cupped his dangling balls in her soft palm. Gently she bounced them up and down against her warm flesh, opening and closing her dainty fingers around his taut, aching sack, squeezing his tortured nuts tightly in her soft grip.
His eager, hungry mouth now began to move slowly down over her body. He kissed her pulsating, warm flesh lovingly, licking the moist, damp dew from her body, licking the rim of her navel teasingly. She giggled in delight as she felt the rough tongue slither in and out of her darling indentation, his puckered lips kissing the tasty pit happily.
She shook violently and awaited with urgent need the approach of his hungry mouth to her throbbing, aching womb. Slowly his lips rode over her taut, rippling belly, his teeth curling delightfully in the tuffs of hair that covered her precious mound. She sighed with passion as she felt his tongue racing through her thatch of hair, his teeth curling the strands around them, tugging on them greedily.
His fingers continued to ride her ass and cunt, pumping in and out with increasing speed and she could feel her whole lower body on fire with the purest, most intense wanting she had ever felt before in her life. He slammed the driving spear in and out of her ass, twisting and turning it roughly in her quaking cave. She ground her ass down hard on his riding prong then gasped with new delight as she felt him slither his other finger back and forth against her pussy walls while his eager mouth slipped over the trembling, erect nugget of her clit.
She could not believe how beautiful it felt when he sucked the juicy pebble between his teeth and began to lather it hungrily with his driving tongue. She shook violently and lost control of her body, unable to decide where to thrust herself next. His fingers were pounding along her tortured, taut tunnels and his tongue was slashing at her clit so powerfully that she could do nothing but enjoy the marvelous sensations that were tearing her loins apart.
As his determined, wonderful mouth rode over her luscious clit, catching and sucking it hungrily she began to realize that he wanted her to do the same for him. He was bucking his groin toward her face and she willingly brought the hard, thick prick to her pursed lips and kissed it lovingly.
He groaned loudly as he felt her luscious, moist petals caressing his tortured dick head. She slithered her tongue out between her teeth and lathered the engorged helmet hungrily. He sighed and rocked back and forth on his heels as the eager girl began to kiss the entire length of his aching prong.
Slowly she worked her way down, running her sweet lips over his hot flesh, nipping teasingly at the fevered spear, slashing at his meat with her darling, pink dart of pleasure. She could smell the heady, manly aroma of his lust rising from his balls and she greedily rolled her tongue through the thick patch of hair that covered them, kissing her way beneath the throbbing, hard sack.
She loved the way they seemed to pulsate expectantly above her mouth and she nibbled on the tight bag playfully, listening with pleasure as he groaned and cried out above her. Slowly she opened her mouth and drew the heavy sack between her full, precious lips. He grunted in approval and quaked violently when she locked her teeth around his aching bag and began to toss his tortured nuts back and forth against her cheeks with her sweet, little tongue.
Now he was seized with an uncontrollable lust and greed to drive her mad with pleasure.
He ran his mouth over her throbbing, slippery cunt and pulled his finger from her hot, steaming cave. She cried out in despair as she felt the lovely, strong tool leave her but in seconds she was screaming with delight as he spread her lips apart and drove his rough, trembling tongue deep into the depths of her narrow tunnel.
She groaned wildly and sucked hard on his fat, hot bag, humming a tune that sent aching vibrations of pleasure through his fevered loins. He moaned and mashed his mouth tightly against her burning mound, driving his tongue in and out of her with a calculated, rhythmic force.
"That's it, honey, that's it," he groaned, almost falling away from her, the pleasure she was giving him was so intense. "That's how to do it, suck me! Suck me, baby, suck me!"
She felt his tight bag swelling bigger and bigger in her mouth and she knew that he was building rapidly to a violent and powerful climax. She gave the fat, throbbing container one last, loving suck, then withdrew the taut sack from her luscious mouth and quickly ran her lips back up the length of his quivering shaft once more.
More and more the fever was consuming them as she curled her lips around the head of his prick and gently sucked the tip into her mouth. He cried out in aching pleasure as she locked her teeth around the rim of his helmet and began to suck hard of the fat meat of his manhood.
She licked and stabbed at his bulbous head with her tongue and gripped his balls tightly in her hand. She felt his free finger riding up over her clit and a spasm of delight tore through her for the hundredth time as he began to roll the darling nugget back and forth between them.
Now she was determined to make him feel every possible pleasure that he could. Gently she rode the long, stiff shaft down into her silken throat. She relaxed her taut muscles to, allow him access and she felt his body shake with passion as he slowly buried his prick to the root in her darling tunnel. She sucked hard on the sunken prong, clutching it tightly between her teeth. He was on fire with need and his balls felt as if they would explode at any moment when she slowly rode her full, succulent lips back up over his tortured prick, sucking hungrily on the shaft as she went along, digging and scraping his aching flesh with her teeth as it left her oral chamber.
Now they began to drive at each other with increasing frenzy and consuming greed. Their loins were burning' with an unquenchable wanting and they powered their mouths at their organs mercilessly.
Harder and harder he drove his tongue into her darling pit. She bucked and groaned and rocked violently with every stroke of the marvelous tool he was attacking her with. His finger continued to ravage her luscious ass, moving back and forth in rhythm with his plunging dart until her entire lower body was on fire with an angry, urgent need".
He cried out in delight as she pumped her lovely mouth up and down on his prick, sucking and grinding her lips on his driving rod with passionate delight. He sighed and squirmed under her attack, loving her completely as she worked faster and faster to bring him to his moment of aching relief.
He could feel her tight, burning loins begin to grow hard and expectant. She was poised on the edge of her screaming moment of passion and he could hear her labored breathing as he slammed his tongue in and out of her wildly, sucking on her pussy hungrily, nibbling on her trembling lips with his hard teeth.
"I'm going to come," she. cried, her voice muffled by his driving cock lashing madly in her mouth. "I'm going to come so hard! Ohhh, God it's wonderful! It's so damn wonderful!"
He heard her scream loudly then felt the fiery burst of liquid pleasure flood his mouth as the steaming come burst from her womb.
He drank deeply from her overflowing cave, swallowing with pleasure the thick, creamy juice of her orgasm. She thrashed about beneath him uncontrollably as the aching spasms tore through her and wave after luscious wave of screaming delight seared her inner chamber.
She bore down hard on his cock now, determined to make him feel as good as she did in this wonderful, violent moment of love she was experiencing. Harder and harder she sucked on his prick, slamming it in and out of her mouth, driving it deep into the velvet recesses of her darling throat. She felt him shiver involuntarily then suddenly a huge, bursting explosion of come shot from his prick and seared the delicate walls of her throat.
"I'm coming in your mouth," he cried, slamming his cock to the depths of her silken tunnel. "I'm coming in your lovely throat and it feels so good! So fucking good!"
She gulped frantically, trying to swallow every precious drop of his thick, creamy fluid. She sucked and kneaded his flesh with her mouth and hands and he rocked back and forth in uncontrollable spasms as burst upon burst of the tasty juice spurted from his aching rod.
Hungrily they continued to ravish each other's organs, sucking and licking tenderly, using their last bit of strength to draw the final moments of pleasure from each other's agonized flesh. Finally they lay quietly, faces trapped between their thighs as the lingering power of their orgasms faded away.
They were exhausted, feeling as if they were in heaven, embraced between each others bodies.
CHAPTER THREE
"So tell me what happened," she said after awhile, when they had put their clothes back on and were sitting on the seat, their composure regained.
"I wish I knew," he sighed, shaking his head. "If I could figure out why all this shit went down, I'd be able to get myself off the hook."
"The paper said that there were a lot of witnesses," she told him, tapping the folded paper across from them. "Now how do you explain that?"
"Look, all I know is that I got a call from a man calling himself the African diplomat," he said nervously. "He wanted to discuss hiring me for his country to promote tourism. I went to meet him and the next thing I know he's falling in my arms with a knife in his back. Now the cops are after me along with some other guy I don't even know."
She stared at him. "What do you mean by that," she asked, not understanding him. "What other guy, how can you tell the difference?"
"That's easy," he laughed, bitterly. "On my way to the terminal I was waiting for a subway and a huge bastard slipped up behind me and tried to push me on to the tracks! I barely got away from him. Scared the hell out of me!"
She laughed softly. "I guess it would," she agreed. "But seriously, what do you think this is all about?"
"I have no idea, but I'm going to try and find out, that's why I want to go to Washington. You see, I turned down a job a couple of days ago to print propaganda about this very same country. The guy that offered it to me was a man named Vandam, he's in Washington right now. I intend to have a little talk with him when I get there."
She reached out and poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle her father had given her before she had left. He nodded and she poured him one, too. They toasted glasses and took a sip and then she sat back in her seat.
"You think this Vandam has anything to do with this," she asked. She watched as he drank deeply from his glass and shook his head.
"I don't know, but he's as good a place to start." He finished off the glass and poured himself another one. "I figure I only have one chance, I have to find whoever is behind this before the police catch up with me, or I'm sunk. Maybe it was the guy that tried to kill me, but I don't know. I just have to find out, that's all, I have to!"
She patted his leg and cooed softly in his ear. "Come on, now, calm down. At least you're all right for now. Nobody is going to bother us tonight. We know that much!"
"Yes, you're right, and I'm very grateful," he whispered softly. He kissed her ear and she shivered in delight. "I owe you a favor, I'll try my best to pay you back one of these days."
"Right now, let's try and get some sleep," she laughed. "It's a long way to Washington, and I think you're going to need all your energy when you get there!"
He nodded and they undressed for bed.
While he hid in the bathroom she called the conductor and he pulled down the bed. They climbed in, squeezing together in the tight space, laughing over how cramped it was. "I'll be very glad for a night of undisturbed rest," he admitted as he turned out the light. "I've been running around all day."
The train rolled on through the night and they slept soundly. Sometime after midnight, Nicole's dreamless sleep was slowly disturbed by the sensation of fingers on her body. At first she thought it was Roger, waking her up to make love again and she moaned softly in response, feeling her loins tingling with anticipation.
Suddenly the grip got tighter and she opened her eyes, staring into the face of the ugliest man she had ever seen. She screamed in terror and felt him drag her out of the bed and toss her aside like unwanted trash. She slammed into the walj and moaned in pain as the huge man grabbed hold of Roger's neck and pulled him from the bed.
Roger kicked and punched at the big man who was over seven feet tall but it was as if he were hitting air for all the good his meager blows did. The huge giant lifted Roger high in the air and shook him violently and through her dim haze Nicole could tell that he was soon going to choke Roger to death.
She looked around feverishly for a weapon and spied the wine bottle. She picked it up by the neck and began to pound at the big man's back and head with it. At first he did not seem to notice then she went down and slammed it into his knees and he bellowed loudly and let go of Roger, grabbing for her.
She screamed again as she saw him reaching for her. Roger hooked his hands in the thin clothes bar that hung from the ceiling and cocked his legs back. He kicked the giant in the chest with both feet and sent him flying through the window out of the moving train.
He dropped to the floor and Nicole threw her arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Who ... who was that," she stammered, still frightened.
"My over-grown friend, I believe," he said, breathlessly. "No one else seems that interested in my health these days."
He hugged her tightly and slid the chain over the door. He nodded and pushed her back up into the bed. "I think we'll be okay for the rest of the night," he he assured her. "But it looks like I'll have company waiting for me in the morning!"
When they pulled into the station early the next day, she devised a plan to attract the police's attention from their end of the train. While he waited she rushed to the front of the train and told the man she'd spoken to the night before that she had seen Roger jump the train just before it arrived at the station.
The man called his men up from the back and they quickly started searching down the tracks. She watched them go with a gleeful smile on her face then hurried back to her car.
"Now call me here when you get settled somewhere and we'll work out a plan," she told him, thrusting a piece of paper with her address on it into his hands. "I think I have to go out tonight, but keep trying until you get me!"
He grinned and nodded then gave her a quick kiss and disappeared into the crowd that was milling around in the station. She watched until he was gone then she picked up her bags and tried to find Harry Fielding, the man she was supposed to stay with.
He was easy to spot, he looked like a carbon copy of her father. Both smoked pipes, both looked so smooth and clean-cut it was disgusting and both had a nervousness about their eyes that betrayed their outward cool.
He chattered on and on about how pleased he was to have her staying with him but she hardly heard a word he said. She was thinking about Roger and that monster the night before. She wondered if he was killed falling from the speeding train. She didn't really care as long as she didn't have to meet up with him again.
She was not very good company she knew, but she perked up when she found out that the party .she thought she was going to was being held in her honor at Fieldings house that evening. '
Sighing with relief that she would not have to miss Roger's call, she began to talk more with the man and found that as stuffy as he was, he was as nice as her father. She doubted if his daughter's could be too bad with a daddy like that. After all, she turned out okay, didn't she?
The afternoon turned into the evening and she found she was right about the girls. They promised to help her get in the swing of things in Washington and she was pleased to see they were quite unaffected.
Almost before she knew it the party had started and she was so thrilled and excited by meeting all these new and important people that she almost forgot all about Roger Thornhill.
She went from man to man, woman to woman, keeping close to Joan, the oldest Fielding daughter, who Filled her in on all the secrets of the people there. She noticed Senator Ralph Adams talking with a dark, European man and she nudged Joan, asking her to be introduced.
Joan laughed and informed her that although she knew that Senator Adams, a young, good-looking man from the south was very interested in girls, she didn't know about Mister Leonard Vandam.
"Did you say. Vandam," Nicole asked, her seventeen-year-old body beginning to shiver involuntarily at the mention of the name.
Joan nodded and dragged her over to the men. Senator Adams was taken with her at once and Nicole could easily see the desire rising in his eyes as he looked her up and down in the tight-fitting cocktail dress she was wearing. Her full, luscious breasts were bared slightly and she could see his eyes locked on them as they rose and fell with her excited breathing.
Vandam on the other hand did not seem to notice her anymore than he would have anyone else. He was much older and as smooth as only an experienced man of the world could be. They must have been discussing something important, thought. Nicole, for they had shut up the moment she and Joan approached and only when they walked away again, did she hear them begin their feverish whispering.
She drifted away from Joan, circling steadily around the area where the 'Senator and
Vandam stood She pretended not to be looking at them, but allowed herself to catch the Senator's eye every now and then. He nodded, smiling boldly and she lowered her eyes seductively.
She was standing by the side of the hallway a little while later when her heart leaped into her throat as the huge giant, a little battered up walked past her into the room without noticing her. She quickly hid herself and watched as he made his way through the startled crowd to where the Senator' and Vandam were standing. He whispered something in Vandam's ear then left again just as quickly as he had entered, leaving most of the crowd unaware that he had even been there. She watched the Senator and Vandam argue for a moment then Vandam walked away and left the room.
Her mind was reeling but she knew she had to do something about this. She hurried over to the Senator and took his sleeve. "Would you mind taking me for a walk. Senator." she whispered softly. "I'm afraid the smoke and crowd is getting to me a bit."
He nodded, hobbling his head as if it would fall off and they left the room and made their way into the large garden in back of the house. They walked along, Nicole leading the way to a small greenhouse she knew was hidden behind all the many exotic and thick plants that covered the grounds.
The Senator" was attractive in a boyish sort of way and though she did not feel anything for him, she had to. get information out of him and she had learned by now that using her body would probably be the quickest way to the point.
She sat down on a soft mat of turf and beckoned him to do the same. "I just want to be where it's quiet." she sighed. "Don't you love it here?"
He joined her on the grass, ignoring what it would do to his suit and nodded. "I've always loved the country," he said quietly and she wondered if he was about to go into a campaign speech.
She put her hand on his arm and squeezed it gently but firmly in her small fist. "Did you' ever get turned on by somebody the moment you saw them," she cooed erotically. "I mean, did you just have to have them right then and there!"
"Ahh, sometimes, I guess," he stammered, not really knowing what to do about this. He wasn't used to aggressive women, she could tell. "Of course. I could be wrong, too."
"Ohhh, Senator, you're not," she assured him. bending forward and licking the edge of his ear with her darling tongue. "Let me tell you, you're not wrong at all!"
He shivered in delight and cleared his throat nervously. She ran her darling fingers up and down along his arm and slithered her lips across his cheek to his own quivering mouth.
He sighed softly as she covered his lips with hers and kissed him gently. "I need you, Senator," she moaned quietly. "Ohhh, how I need you right now!"
Completely shocked at the sound of such words coming from such an innocent looking teenagers mouth, Senator Adams didn't know whether to flee or join her in the kiss. He sat quite still as she took his face in her hands and moved her luscious mouth from left to right over his, slithering her darling tongue back and forth across his teeth, stabbing at them intently, trying to force them apart.
She could hear his labored breathing and she knew that his passion was growing and would soon take control of him. No matter what he might be afraid of, he was not about to let this chance go by, of that much she was sure.
In a few seconds she felt his greedy hands riding over the top of her gown, mashing her lovely, perfect breasts hard against her chest. She quivered violently and moaned in delight, allowing him to cup the twin spheres of beauty in his palms and squeeze them urgently with his short, stubby fingers.
She sighed and slid her tongue between his slightly parted teeth, slashing at his own trembling dart with her precious arrow. He groaned in delight as she curled her tongue around his and sucked on his lips greedily.
"My dear, my dear," he sighed, his voice tight with lust. "Don't you think we ought to go some place more private?"
She almost giggled but she shook her head and moaned as if in aching desire. "No," no. no," she groaned. "I want you now! I need you right now, right here!"
She grasped hold of his wrist and drew it down along her lovely, creamy thighs. He gasped with the tingling, warm touch of her quivering flesh as she let go of his hand and he began to grip and knead the smooth, palpitating limb. She groaned out loud and crushed her hungry lips over his. His own tongue had come alive now and he was stabbing it in and out of her sweet, moist mouth with an urgent, greedy fury. He wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her tightly to him. She shook with increased passion and entwined her lovely dart around his, kissing him harder than ever before.
From the way his hand was riding swiftly up along her damp, warm thigh she could tell she had him turned on now. She parted her creamy limbs a bit and allowed him to bury his hands between them. She gasped as she felt him rubbing the heel of his hand up and down over her throbbing cunt mound and her breath became labored and forced as the aching lust began to consume her with its flickering fire.
"Harder, harder," she moaned, thrusting her pussy against his working hand. "Rub me harder, Senator, harder! Oh, God it's so nice! It feels so damn nice!"
His passion increased with her urgent pleading and he began to rub the flat of his pudgy hand up and down along the darling cleft of her pussy lips. The sheer silk panties sank between the flutter petals and his fingers were soon damp with the thick, creamy juice that was soaking through the material. She sighed and bucked her hips against him, opening and closing her warm, trembling thighs against his riding hand.
She reached out and took hold of his hand, thrusting it down the front of her dress. He gasped as he felt the creamy moistness of her exquisite mounds, quivering with anticipation as he touched them. He curled his fingers around one pert, delicious globe and squeezed it lovingly. She cried out her delight and rocked slowly back and forth on her knees as his two hands continued to caress and knead her burning flesh with an ever increasing lust and greed.
"You're so lovely and beautiful, my dear," he moaned, crushing her boob in his grasp. "I love your breasts! They are marvelous boobs, simply marvelous!"
Her taut, stiff nipples slithered across the palm of his hand, digging into his palm with a fierce pressure. He pressed down hard on the lovely spheres, thrilling to the pounding of her excited heart, slamming against his hand through her warm, luscious flesh.
He took a single nipple in his fingertips and pinched it harshly. She moaned as the pleasing pain raced through her and she mashed her tits against his hand in eager desire.
Quivering with a growing, painful lust she reached down between his legs and clasped her hand over the fat mound that bulged against his pants. He almost cried out loud when she curled her fingers around the fat mound and squeezed it firmly sending a shooting, tearing pain and pleasure through his entire lower body. He quaked with a violent passion and his eyes could hardly see as the racing delight blinded him with lust and pleasure.
Hungrily he slithered his fingers over her belly and pushed them inside her damp, sheer panties. She sighed in ecstasy as she felt his fingers wandering through her thick patch of pubic hair, damp and slick with the creamy juice flowing from her excited pussy.
He ran his fingers across her cunt lips and the luscious, swollen petals fluttered wildly in response to his touch. She ground her cunt against his hand and clasped her free hand over his, holding it tightly to her quaking mound.
"Oh, God, Senator, you're driving me mad," she gasped, forcing his hand to rub up and down over her burning cave. "I'm on fire for you, on fire!"
He sucked in his breath and slid two of his digits over her stiff, shivering clit. The tiny bud burst to life as he took it between his fingers and rubbed it back and forth, lovingly. An intense, aching spasm of wanting burned along her taut inner canal as she felt him massaging the sweet button. She groaned and dropped her head to his shoulder, kissing his taut, strained neck with loving passion. She sank her teeth into his warm flesh and felt him tremble as she nibbled greedily with her even, white teeth.
Her fingers were clutching at his prick, tugging it back and forth in his pants and even through the layers of clothes she could tell that his blood was boiling and a steaming pool of come was churning in his nuts. She slithered her hand up to his zipper and deftly pulled it down. His prick almost leaped from his pants and she caught it in the palm of her smooth. soft hand and let it lay there, throbbing uncontrollably against her warm flesh.
"Ooo, what a delicious cock," she sighed happily. She bounced it up and down in her palm and closed her fingers around it gently. "I just love to feel a man's prick in my hand, all hard and full of power! It makes me feel good all over," she sighed.
He moaned wildly and slipped a single finger up and down along her slippery cunt lips. He was insane with desire now, the young girl had him totally in her control and he could do nothing but follow her lead as she began to ride her fingers back and forth over his hard, quaking shaft.
She gripped and tugged on the massive prong, feeling the thundering blood as it slammed through it. She dragged her nails along the length of the fevered rod, digging them into his burning flesh, yanking the prick from side to side until he was almost sobbing with tortured ecstasy.
"Nicole. Nicole, Nicole," he gasped, almost unable to speak. "You're killing me, killing me with pleasure!"
She chuckled happily and thrust her pussy against his hand to let him know what he could do for her. Quickly he took the hint and spread her wet, palpitating lips apart, slithering a single finger beyond the shimmering petals.
She groaned in delight as she felt the stiff, seeking spear enter her hot, narrow chamber. She thrust her luscious sheath against his hand once more and in seconds his finger was buried to the hilt in her lovely, hot canal.
She moaned as she felt him roll his finger around inside of her. the rest of his hand cupped tightly over her quaking mound. She rocked from side to side and slowly he began to pump the straight shaft in and out of her darling womb, twisting and turning it as he went along. She cried out in delight and closed her moist, hot thighs over his plunging hand. She bit deeply into his neck and used her free hand to force his head down to her trembling, enticing boobs.
Greedily he began to lick her creamy globes. She gasped as he slid his tongue between her luscious mounds, his teeth scraping wickedly over her moist flesh, sucking hungrily on the delicious meat of her jiggling spheres. He flicked his slithering dart at one of her pert, erect nipples and the sweet pebble shivered in delight as it attacked her precious stone. He opened his mouth and hungrily sucked one of her darling globes between his eager teeth. She sighed in pleasure as she felt his lips tightening around her darling globe, sucking the entire breast into his mouth. She felt him sucking greedily on her tit, licking and lathering the nipple in a frenzy of passion and she , tightened her hand on his cock and reached beneath him, cupping his balls in her soft palm.
He shuddered uncontrollably as she closed her darling fist around his tight sack, rolling the tortured nuts over her precious fingers. She pumped her other hand up and down, faster and faster on his throbbing shaft, gripping and tugging on his flesh as she went along.
Harder and harder she rode her hand along his aching meat. His prick felt as if it would explode with passion and fire at the moment as each stroke she took on the pounding pole made him weak with desire and cry out in long, loud moans of exquisite agony.
He drove his fingers deep into her slippery, warm cave, loving the way her strong, eager cunt muscles locked around his plunging digits. She bucked her pussy back and forth, following the rhythm of his driving fingers and she swayed from side to side, tugging and pulling on his prick as he continued to assaulted her tight, hot tunnel.
"Ohhh, Senator, Senator," she groaned, grinding her pussy hard against his plunging fingers. "You make me feel so good! I can't stand the way you make me feel so good!"
She rolled the tip of her sweet thumb back and forth across his fat dick head and he moaned deep and long as she dragged her clutching fingers up and down on his massive shaft. He could feel his intense lust burning higher and higher in his loins and he ached to plunge his throbbing, fiery meat deep into the pit of her lovely hole.
He pushed her back on the grass and she lay down willingly. Fumbling wildly he slid her panties down along her trim, well-turned legs and tossed them away in a frenzy of mad desire.
"Fuck me, Senator, fuck me," she gasped, opening and closing her yearning thighs. "Put it in me now! Oh, God, I need your cock right now!"
Her moist, trembling cunt glistened in the light streaming in through the greenhouse windows and the Senator was almost beside himself with fevered passion. He lowered himself between her smooth, creamy legs and spread them wide apart. Her warm, quivering flesh caressed his own, hot skin and he moaned with the anticipation of entering her tight, hot pit.
She tugged on his cock, pulling him nearer to her steaming womb. She was tossing her head from left to right, breathing and sobbing hungrily, desperate for his hard, stiff manhood. She squeezed him passionately, pumping her darling hand up and down on his prick, pulling him urgently toward her awaiting womb.
He bent forward and rubbed the head of his prick up and down along the cleft between her luscious, swollen cunt lips. The spongy petals grasped hungrily at his helmet, trying to draw it between them.
"Put it in, put it in," she begged him, thrusting her darling pussy up against the stiff pole. "Oh, God, God, God, Senator. Put it in now!
He laughed wickedly and teased her aching cave a little more. He slithered the tip of his cock beyond her throbbing entrance and felt her hungry cunt muscles lock around his fat head. She moaned as he slithered a little more of his meat inside of her steaming tunnel. He held himself steady although the aching need that was churning in his loins would not allow him to wait very much longer.
Slowly he rocked back and then forward, pulling his cock out of her then driving it back in a little further. She gasped and moaned and flexed her cunt muscles around the plunging shaft. Each time he moved his hips he went a little deeper and she sighed in pleasure and delight as his prick continued to fill her up.
"Yes, yes, yes," she sighed as he drove the thick, throbbing pole deeper into her narrow, steaming hole. "More, more, more! Give me all of it, all of your hard meat!"
He rocked from side to side and slowly drove his prick the rest of the way into her. Her pussy was burning with the pleasing fire of his hard, strong dick as it sunk into the depths of her aching canal. She sighed out loud as he lay on top of her, his prick quivering pleasingly in her tight sheath, then he drew back and she groaned in despair as the massive spear left her.
He paused for a moment then slammed his prick hard into her quaking cave making her cry out with delight as he buried the prick in her once more. She bucked and shivered wildly, thrusting her cunt up to him in a frenzy of need. He pulled back and then slammed into her once again and she screamed in the aching, burning pleasure that raced through her tortured loins.
Now they began a slow, rhythmic motion of love. Gently rocking back and forth, they bucked their bodies together, their bellies slapping loudly as they met and popping obscenely as they parted.
She was grinding her hips against him, groaning and quivering with every thrust of his mighty spear as it drove in and out of her delicious cave, each stroke filling both of them with a fiery, tingling passion they could hardly stand.
"Ohhhhhh, God. fuck me, I need it so badly Senator," she was crying every so loudly, while she was smashing her luscious mound hard against his belly. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! Harder, harder!"
He groaned in pleasure as her darling, working pussy muscles flexed around his pounding rod and he twisted and turned inside of her, thrilling to the liquid Fire that was licking at his loins.
Harder and harder he slammed into her. He pumped his thick, burning manhood in and out of her pussy with a frenzy of passion and lust. He could think of nothing now but her burning pit and the way it caressed his plunging shaft with creamy warmth.
She thrashed from side to side and shivered violently with every stroke that he took. She could feel her pussy winding tighter and tighter as her moment of release approached and she wanted nothing more now than to feel the exquisite agony of powerful relief that would come with her building orgasm.
He laughed wickedly under her violent motion and ground his big prick deep inside her, loving the way she screamed and gasped with delight as he drove the stiff cock shaft to the bottom of her burning pit.
He felt her buck uncontrollably and then suddenly a fiery burst of come washed over his plunging cock and she cried out in pleasure as the massive, powerful orgasm ripped through her and never-ending spasms of lust sent a stream of thick, creamy fluid bursting over his driving shaft.
"Ohhh, God, it's so good, so good," she sobbed, thrusting her gripping womb against his hard, smashing belly. "I'm coming so good, Senator, so damn good!"
The continuing release tore through her loins and filled her with an exploding delight that was impossible to describe. She rolled her hips from side to side and locked her strong cunt muscles around his prick, gripping and squeezing the pounding meat, trying with all her power to draw his own tortured climax out of him.
Faster and faster, now, he powered his massive pole along her taut, slippery walls. He could, feel her holding him tightly in her grasp and heard her cooing in his ear to come, to come, to come.
Suddenly he felt an aching, burning eruption in his loins and a powerful, fiery burst of come shot from his balls out through his prick and seared her inner chamber with its creamy, thick love.
"I'm coming in you, Nicole," he moaned, his voice tight with the pain and pleasure of his orgasm. "I'm coming, coming, coming in you now!"
He slammed into her again and buried his prick in the depths of her quivering cave, the steady, aching explosions went on and on, each one making him groan and gasp with loud relief. Harder and harder he ground his cock against her rippling pussy, their equal passions mixed completely, the intensity of their love more pleasurable than anything they had ever known.
They were locked tightly together, feeling their loins throbbing with delight, the last traces of their lust draining from their tortured bodies as they jerked and trembled spasmodically, the final, uncontrollable spurts of liquid happiness leaving their loins.
The Senator pulled his aching, battered prick from her bruised pussy and rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. He could not have imagined that he would have such a delightful time this evening and he felt completely content and spent as if he had just pushed the toughest bill in the world through a hostile congress.
Nicole regarded him with careful, attentive eyes. There was no denying that she had enjoyed this little session, but she had more important business and now that she had softened him up in the best way possible, she figured it was time to start working on him.
She rolled over on her side and ran her fingers over his belly. The Senator moaned in pleasure as the gentle, caressing touch sent sharp, stinging arrows of pleasure rippling through his already exhausted loins. She laughed softly, marveling at how much like putty he was in her hands.
"Senator, that was lovely," she sighed contentedly. "I never felt so wonderful in my life, thank you very much."
"Ahh, my dear, dear Nicole," he moaned. "I should be thanking you! I can't remember when I have had a more delightful time!"
"Senator, who is Mister Vandam," she asked cautiously, trying to seem more like an inquisitive teenager than someone probing for information. "He seems very familiar. Is he important?"
"Well, he is a very important man in Europe," the Senator agreed. "He's more a man of the world than any particular country."
"What does he do for a living," she asked softly, her lovely hand traveling lightly over his still trembling prick. "Is he some kind of businessman!"
The Senator was paying so much attention to her teasing hand that he was put off his guard. "Oh, let's just say he's in the export business," he laughed.
"What does he export," she persisted, curling her fingers around his prick and gently squeezing the growing prong. "Machines or what?"
"Information, mainly," the Senator gasped, a wave of intense pleasure racing through his loins. "He finds out things for people."
He groaned and rolled his head from side to side as the darling girl began to ride her hand slowly up and down the fevered prong. He gasped as he felt her fingers pulling and tugging on his manhood, bringing the aching fires of lust back up in him. It was the first time in years he could approach another orgasm so quickly and he was enthralled by the girl's power and desire to bring him to it.
"What kind of information," she whispered coyly, lowering her lips to the tip of his prick and slithering her tongue around the rim of his now engorged helmet.
He bucked involuntarily as he felt her lathering his fat, meaty head, kissing the warm, almost purple tip with her succulent lips. "Information ... about ... people ... and ... what ... they're ... up ... to," he gasped, thrusting his prick up to her mouth, rocking from side to side.
"You mean he's a spy," she said, giggling in that delightful, girlish tone she had, using it to cover up her digging for facts.
She opened her mouth and sucked the head of his prick between her luscious, moist lips, locking her teeth around the rim of his dick head, lathering the warm, aching tip of his spear with her pink, precious tongue. He groaned loudly and felt a liquid warmth racing through his body, an intense, burning flame licking at his loins.
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned, his prick throbbing painfully as he thrust himself upward, driving a bit more of the huge, hot meat into her delicious mouth. "That's it, that's it! Oh, God, yes, a spy, uh-huh, uh-huh! Oh, it feels so good, oh, Jesus it feels so good! You're right, you're right, you're so very nice and right!"
She could tell he had no idea of what he was saying and she gently drove the long, pounding spear down the tight, narrow passage of her silken throat. She gripped his balls in her hand and squeezed them firmly in her tiny fist. He cried out loud and thrashed from side to side as she sucked more and more of his agonized manhood into her velvet throat.
Slowly she rose her head up and then twisting from left to right, slithered the fat, throbbing meat back along her warm, moist tunnel, sucking hard on the aching shaft as she buried it in the depths of her precious inner canal. He was gasping with the intense mixture of pain and pleasure she was bringing up in him and he completely forgot what he had said to her in the ecstasy of his pleasure.
Hurriedly she rose up and slipped the thick, meaty shaft out of her mouth, licking and lathering it with her tongue, nipping at it with her perfect, even teeth. He moaned and cried out in despair as he felt her taut, lovely mouth leave his pounding manhood and he grabbed her by the head and forced his cock back into her sweet cave. She laughed softly to herself and drove the insistent pole back into her taut, silken canal. She began to pump her mouth up and down on the thick prong, her rhythmic motion driving him wild with desire and need and he gasped and shivered uncontrollably under her delicious, working mouth.
"Ohhh, suck it, suck it, you little bitch," he cried, slamming his prick to the depths of her velvet chamber. "Suck my cock, hard, Nicole! Suck it hard!"
Back and forth his flabby ass moved over the grass mat they were lying on. He rolled his head from side to side as the sweet seventeen-year-old powered his hard cock along her luscious lips. She gripped with her mouth and throat muscles and dragged her teeth along the length of his fevered, pounding flesh, sucking and blowing hard on the plunging shaft.
She kneaded his tortured balls with her delicate fingers and tugged on the fat, taut sack until he was almost screaming out loud in pleasure. She could feel him nearing the moment of explosion and she urged him on with her lovely mouth and attentive fingers.
"Ohhh, Jesus, oh, God, oh, God," he moaned, his body on fire with wanting. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come in your mouth! Ahhh, sweet Christ, here I come! Here I come right in your mouth!"
She felt him shudder violently then felt the searing thickness of fiery come slashing at her velvet throat, the creamy liquid spilling out of her mouth as she gulped and swallowed frantically, trying to suck up every last drop of the precious fluid that spurted from his agonized rod.
Harder and harder he bucked and slammed into her, her sweet, strong throat muscles locking around his prick, her darling hand squeezing and tugging on his balls as he jerked spasmodically until he was moaning quietly and the final waves of his bursting delight were drained from his aching, tortured loins.
Gently she licked the last drops of creamy fluid from his prick, washing it clean of his lust and then she dropped his cock beside his thigh and sat up. He lay there quivering, his eyes shut tight a few, final spasms of pleasure rippling through him.
Quickly she arranged her clothing and stood up, leaving him lying there, gasping for breath.
She grinned down at him, smiling to herself, thinking how wickedly wonderful it was to have this kind of power over someone. Then she turned on her heel and walked to the door of the greenhouse.
She paused a moment before leaving and turned around. "Thank you for your help, Senator," she whispered impishly and then she blew him a kiss and left the tiny building to return to the party.
Once back inside she went directly over to the maid. If there had been any calls for her that was who would have recorded them. She made the excuse of needing another drink and waited for the maid to tell her if Roger had called. When the woman merely nodded and went off to get her the drink, her heart sank. She was growing worried about all this, it was time he called.
She stood around making small talk with Joan and her sister Betty but her mind was barely on the conversation. She tried to keep her drinking to the minimum but by midnight she was more than a little tipsy, though not completely drunk. She was feeling in a wonderful mood, having met all these interesting and charming people and her mind was on the original reason she had come here, quite having forgotten all about Roger Thornhill.
She was standing in the corner, talking to the ambassador from Iran when the maid tapped her on the shoulder and told her she had a call from a Mister Passenger. She was irritated by the interruption and made her way through the crowd to the telephone in the bedroom.
"Who the hell is this," she demanded, shouting almost into the phone. "I've never heard of you!"
"Take it easy, darling," came a chuckle from the other end. "Did you think I was going to use my real name with half the police in the country looking for me!"
"Roger, Roger," she gasped, her memory coming back to her. "Oh, darling I'm so sorry! Where are you?"
"Safely hidden, I hope," he replied. "I must talk to you immediately. Can you get away?"
"You have to talk to me," she laughed, shaking her head. "Boy, do I have to talk to you! Where are you, I'll come right over!"
He gave her the address of a seedy motel on the outside of town and told her to hurry. "Things are getting intense, darling," he said. "My time is running out!"
"I'll be right over," she said forcefully, then she hung up and hurried away. She threw on her coat and tried to slip past the guests unnoticed. She was sure that no one saw her leave as she hailed a cab, but she didn't bother to look behind her when she got in the back seat and gave the driver the address of Roger's motel, and she didn't notice Senator Adams staring at her through the big window that faced the street. What would happen if she did know?
CHAPTER FOUR
The cab ride seemed to take forever and she was shaking with worry and anticipation as she rode along. She wished to hell the driver would hurry up but she knew that he could go no faster than he already was. Feeling as nervous as she did she could understand why Roger smoked like a fiend, one cigarette after another. Right now she wouldn't mind one herself.
Finally the driver pulled up in front of the old, uncared for motel and she got out after having paid him. He didn't waste any time hanging around and in a few moments she was standing ' in a dark, deserted parking lot, trembling with fear, hoping that she had gotten the address correctly.
"Nicole, Nicole," she heard from behind her. She turned and saw, a couple of rooms down from where she was standing, Roger waving at her urgently. "Come on, get out of sight!"
She hurried into his arms and gripped him in a passionate embrace. Laughing softly he drew her into the room and shut the door behind them. He kissed her deeply on the mouth and she squirmed her body into his, sighing with relief and mashing her moist, succulent lips against his own.
"I was so worried about you," she gasped, breathlessly. "I didn't know what had happened! Why didn't you call earlier?"
"Take it easy, darling," he chuckled, leading her over to the ratty looking bed in the center of the tiny room. "I'm all right! I had a lot to do. I've been checking up on our Mister Vandam, he's quite an interesting character."
"I'll bet," she nodded. "I've been fishing around myself. You'd be amazed at some of the people he knows."
"Where did you see him," he asked, his eyes wide with shock. "I've been running around all day trying to find him."
She took off her coat and laid it across the bed. She took the glass of whiskey he offered her and drank a little of it down to steady herself. "He was at the party they gave for me," she began. "And he has something to do with Senator Adams," she went on.
"Senator Adams? The head of the African committee," he shook his head. "Jesus, it's really falling together!"
She watched as he began to pace the room, looking almost comic in his intensity. "Yes, and it seems that Mister Vandam is in the spy business, too," she added.
He spun on his heels and stared at her. "Now how in the hell did you find that out," he asked. "I've had that feeling all day, but I couldn't come up with anything solid!"
"Ohh, Senator Adams kind of let it slip out during our conversations," she said lightly. She giggled and blushed in spite of herself.
"Umm-humm," he nodded, fixing her with a stern look. "And I can just imagine how you persuaded him to tell you that!" he laughed warmly. "Why you little witch! I should have such powers of persuasion!"
She grinned pleasantly. "It's all how you go about it, my dear," she said teasingly. "But I have another little bit of information that you might be interested in," she added, her voice growing grim.
His look grew serious. "What is it, what's troubling you?" He watched her begin to tremble and he went over to her and sat down, holding her tightly in his arms. "Tell me, darling, what's the matter?"
She let herself relax and put her head on his shoulder. Stifling a sob and drew in a breath and held it, then let it out again, slowly. "Our visitor from the other evening seems to be a buddy of Mister Vandam's. Oh, Roger, he showed up at the party and talked to him," she moaned. "I don't think he saw me, but I just don't know!"
"Jesus Christ," Roger sighed. "This is getting too dangerous, too damn dangerous! I didn't want to drag you into this."
"You're not sending me away," she said fiercely, clinging to him with all her might. "L didn't come this far to be sent home to find out later that those monsters have killed you! No way, Roger, no way!"
"Listen, darling," he said softly. "It isn't that, it isn't. But we can't run around together, it would draw too much attention. You would do me a lot more good staying close to the Senator, trying to find out more if you can."
"And what about you," she said quietly. She looked into his eyes, a deep, loving stare in her own. "What are you going to be doing when all this is going on, dodging the police and trying to capture Vandam?"
He nodded. "Something like that, my love, something like that," he said. He stood up and walked over to where the whiskey was. He poured them both a drink and carried the glasses back to where she sat. "If I can just get the bastard alone, I can get to the bottom of this," he told her, handing her the glass. "Just five minutes with him and I'll make him talk!"
"Sure, sure you will," she laughed bitterly. She took a sip of the fiery liquor and held down a coughing spasm as her eyes watered from the potent sprits. "And what do you suppose our big friend will be doing while you and Vandam are chatting, practicing his handshake!"
He laughed and sat down next to her. He took her in his arms again and kissed her lovingly on the lips. "You worry too much, darling," he whispered softly, running his fingers through her long, brown hair. "I'm not completely stupid, I will find a way to get Vandam alone, I promise you."
"I'll just bet," she said glumly. "If I know you, you'll collar him on the middle of Main street and start shouting at him!"
"I hope to be a bit more discreet," he chuckled. He smiled at her warmly and kissed her once again, this time moving his mouth back and forth over hers in a more than concerned manner. "I have an idea already," he said mysteriously.
She shook her head and sighed. "All right, all right, you've convinced me," she muttered quietly. "But, God damn it, I'm not leaving right now," she said determinedly. "I didn't come all this way for a peck on the cheek and a pat on the bottom! You're not getting rid of me that easily, Roger Thornhill!"
He laughed softly and put his arms around her again. "I didn't have any intention of that at all," he assured her.
Gently their mouths came together once again. Nicole felt an awful burning in her loins and she ached to crush him with her excited flesh but she held her emotions and desires in check. She wanted this moment to last as long as possible and she sighed a couple of times, taking deep breaths, trying hard to get her passion under control.
She felt him quiver with expectation and the growing need that was building in his loins. Softly she kissed his cheek, running her moist, luscious petals of delight over his warm, trembling flesh.
"Ohhh, Roger, Roger, I need you," she moaned softly, fluttering her lips over his face. "You don't know how badly I need you, now!"
"I think I have an idea," he chuckled quietly. He put his mouth over hers and whispered against her warm, quivering lips. "If it's anything like how I need you, there's no way to avoid it!"
Slowly they moved their hungry mouths back and forth across each other. Their eager, hungry lips crushed tightly together and Nicole moaned in pleasure as she felt his greedy, seeking tongue slithering past her slightly parted teeth. She gasped softly as she felt the urgent arrow entwining around her own, flicking and dancing lightly against hers, his mouth roaming passionately across the surface of her smooth, succulent lips.
With an urgent greed their twin tools of passion slashed and grappled with each other. Their loins were on fire with wanting and the steadily building desires that they could not deny.
She felt his hand riding over her gown, feeling the moist warmth of her smooth flesh. He could feel her spine undulating with the fierce lust that was overtaking her body and he thrilled to the delightful sensation of her warm, eager blood pounding in her body. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and he could feel her young heart pounding wildly in her body as she grew more and more excited with each loving caress he gave to her shapely back.
He curled his fingers over the base of her spine and gently danced them down along the swelling mound of her buttocks. She quivered slightly in anticipation as he tenderly gripped her spongy, pert cheeks in the palm of his hand and squeezed them firmly in his strong hand.
"Ohh, Roger, Roger," she moaned, rocking her delicious ass back and forth in his grip. "I love it when you do that to me, just love it!"
He chuckled in satisfaction and kneaded her luscious half moons urgently. She was breathing in tight, harsh bursts and he could feel the heat rising from her flesh as he continued to pleasure her darling buns.
She moaned in delight as his fingers gripped and kneaded her soft buttocks while his large mouth continued to attack her plaint lips with an increasing passion. She allowed herself to. go weak in his embrace, loving the way his fingers seemed to dance over her tight gown with determined desire to make her feel as wonderful as possible.
She shivered with expectation as she felt his free hand riding over her trim, taut stomach. Slowly his fingers crawled upward, the hard, flat of his hand pressing tightly against her body, each movement of his wonderful fingers sending sparks of delicious pleasure racing through her nerve endings. Her body felt as light as a feather and she could sense nothing but the driving, building ache that was beginning to ravage her loins.
She gasped as she felt his fingers curling around one of her luscious boobs. Her dress crinkled loudly as he gently squeezed the precious globe. She moaned and mashed her mouth against his hungrily, stabbing at his teeth with her moist, pink tongue.
"Ahh, you have the nicest boobs," he whispered softly. He massaged the tender sphere gently in his grasp. "I think you have the prettiest tits I have ever seen!"
He rubbed his hand back and forth against the front of her gown and her boobs seemed to glow with the lovely feeling his touch was giving to her. She giggled with delight and pressed her body tightly against the heel of his attentive hand.
"Ummm, that feels so nice, Roger," she sighed happily. "You always, always seem to make me feel so nice!"
His eager digits reached behind her back and began to grip and knead her shoulder. She rocked from side to side as the strong spears dug into her flesh and massaged her aching stiffness away from her. She shivered involuntarily, the delicious waves of heady wanting racing through her loins and she arched her back against his hand as she felt him slithering his fingers down to the zipper on her gown.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her voice breathless and eager. "I can't stand having my clothes on around you, I can't stand it!"
He laughed gruffly and ran the zipper down to the base of her spine. Willingly she allowed him to pull the restraining top of her dress away from her jiggling, enticing boobs. He shook his head in wonder at the beauty of the proud, jutting spheres and tenderly rode the tips of his fingers back and forth across her warm, creamy flesh.
He felt the quivering pleasure of her pert, rosy nipples as he brushed his seeking digits over them. The twin stones of desire trembled under the pressure of his caress and she moaned and shook violently as he rolled the firm, erect pebbles back and forth making them tingle with delight each time he touched them. She was rocking gently from side to side, groaning in an almost rhythmic tone as he curled his fingers around her luscious, spongy mounds and squeezed them lovingly.
Her body felt aglow with passion and need for him and she rippled her fingers over his shirt, tugging on the buttons until they came free and she could slither her hand inside and roll her fingers over his strong, manly chest. He moaned and shook with the caress and sighed contentedly. He felt his loins aching with need and her constant attention to his body filled him with an overwhelming desire and urgent passion.
"Oh, love them, love them," she cried out softly, mashing her tits against his working hand. "Love my breasts, Roger, love them hard!"
He caught a single nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tenderly. She moaned with the aching delight his pinching digits gave her throbbing pebble and she scraped her fingernails along his chest, digging them into his flesh almost painfully.
He gasped and ran his other hand over and around her trembling thighs. Back and forth he danced his fingers across the tightly stretched gown. Her legs were quivering involuntarily and she gently opened and closed them as he gripped and kneaded her luscious limbs through her confining dress.
Slowly he dropped his hand along her thighs to her luscious, dimpled knees. He slithered his fingers around the attractive caps and felt the warmth of her quaking flesh responding to his attack. She fluttered the darling limbs apart and closed her legs on his hand, trapping his fingers tightly around her leg as he sunk his fingers into her needing skin. "Jesus, you turn me on, Nicole," he gasped, his voice tight and thick with the heady passion he was feeling. "I've never been so turned on before in my life!".
The greed and wanting was taking control of him now and all he could think about was the wonderful warmth of her smooth, perfect body and the way that her flesh responded happily to his every caress.
Slowly he rode his fingers along her moist, hot inner thighs. She parted her legs willingly, allowing the seeking spears to probe her mysterious beauty even more. She groaned" in pleasure as she felt him riding the digits back and forth over her damp, throbbing limbs. Each time he drew near to her quaking pussy mound, barely covered by her sheer, silk panties, he pulled back, leaving her gasping and thrusting her crotch toward his hand in aching frustration and careening need.
His love-play was teasing her wickedly but she could not help enjoying the little game as he came ever closer to the hillock of her passion. He danced his strong, thick fingers across the edges of her trembling pussy and the full, swollen lips fluttered wildly under her panties. She felt the light caress of his fingertips roaming hungrily over her petals of passion and she bucked uncontrollably, feeling the driving desire consuming her.
He laughed softly, enjoying the way he could make her wild with desire and he teased her aching pussy a little more, just gently slithering his fingers back and forth along her damp cleft, feeling the wet, steaming juice of her cunt love soaking through the panties and coating his fingers luxuriously.
She sighed with the racing warmth that was licking at her loins and thrilled to the pressure of his fingers, driving up and down the length of her damp, quaking entrance. She bucked her body up against his hand once more and moaned with delight as she felt his other hand crushing and squeezing her aching breasts.
She wanted more than anything to have him join her in this fiery pleasure and she rode her hand down over his belt and pressed her soft, creamy palm against the thick, throbbing mound that pulsated against the confinement of his trousers.
His hard, thick manhood seemed to be pounding wildly as she curled her lovely, slender fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. She heard him gasp in shock and pleasure and felt the stiff, long shaft tremble powerfully under her touch.
"Ahhh, damn you, you sweet child," he groaned, his husky voice seeming to break under the strain of his desire. "Damn, how you can make me feel so fucking good!"
"I love your prick," she cooed softly, riding her graceful fingertips up and down on the bulging hill. She slithered her nails across the hard, palpitating cock, pinching it gently as she went along. "I just love your hard, big cock to death!"
He laughed at the girlish tone in her voice and slithered his eager, greedy hand up over her belly. She shivered and trembled in anticipation as she felt him tracing a path back and forth across her stomach, slipping the tips of his powerful digits inside of her panties, making her belly quiver involuntarily with a warm, throbbing pleasure.
She groaned out loud as she felt his dancing fingers slither beyond the waistband of her flimsy panties and rolled across her belly in a slow, steady motion toward her quaking cave. She felt the intense, fiery wanting tearing harshly at her hot womb as he curled his fingers in her damp, slippery cunt hair and tugged on the precious strands hungrily.
Shivering with lust she sighed again and again as he tapped teasingly with his thumb at her trembling, moist clit. The sweet, juicy button quickly came to life, growing erect as a tiny pebble under his touch and she thrilled to the burning love that was now boiling deep inside of her. He took the soft, tender nugget between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until she was sobbing with the intense delight she was feeling and her loins were bursting with a steady stream of liquid explosions that were almost as powerful as orgasms themselves.
Gently he dropped his hand a little further down along her sweet pussy and fingered the edges of her slippery, warm pussy lips. The tender petals seemed to flutter violently under his touch and she rocked from side to side groaning and quaking each time he stroked her aching lips.
"Roger, Roger, it's so good," she moaned as if she had never felt anything so wonderful before in her life. "It's too much to endure, too, too much." She gripped his prick tightly in her lovely hand and rocked it back and forth in his pants until he was gasping in pain and pleasure and moaning his passion for her over and over.
She worked her way along the throbbing, hard shaft, pulling on it and pushing it tight against his thigh. Even through his clothes she could feel the hot blood pounding through the massive rod and she loved the sensation of it quaking in her grasp, the boiling desire burning in his loins.
His hungry, greedy mouth dropped to her delicious boobs and she yelped in delight as she felt him licking and kissing the sweet mounds, rolling his tongue between them greedily. He slithered the passionate arrow over one rosy nipple and the little bud trembled involuntarily as he flicked and snapped at it determinedly. She felt a stinging fire bursting in her globes as he slowly covered one luscious sphere with his hungry lips and caught the darling pebble between his teeth. He sucked gently on her boob, rolling the nipple back and forth gently and she cried out in pleasure and rode her precious hand back and forth over his prick mound even more intently.
Eagerly she fumbled with his belt and zipper, yanking and pulling on them until they were free and she could reach inside of his pants and wrap her lovely, slender fingers around his hot, pounding meat.
He groaned in delight as he felt her draw his hard, stiff cock out of his pants. She smiled at it as it lay quivering wildly in her lightly closed fist. She made a circle with her fingers and gently ran the oval up and down over the engorged spear. He sighed in delight and his hips rocked back in forth in rhythm with her pumping hand. She was driving the fires of his greed ever higher now and he felt more alive and happy than he ever had before.
"Keep it up, keep it up," he whispered tightly. "Ahhh, you sweet girl! Damn that's good! Damn, damn, damn is that ever good!"
She tingled all over hearing his voice telling her how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She rolled her soft, pliant thumb over the head of his prick and felt the blood-filled tip throb passionately under her insistent pressure. His breathing was labored and forced now and she knew that she was bringing him nearer and nearer to an exquisite moment of lovely agony.
She tightened her grip on his quaking, swollen cock and drove her hand up and down on it with an increased fury and passion. He almost cried out loud as she gripped and squeezed his tortured meat, tugging from left to right, every stroke making him moan and shiver violently with the waves of pleasure she was drawing out of him.
Hungrily he slithered his hand back and forth over her darling, moist cunt. The warm, slippery dampness of her womb covered his hand pleasantly and he could feel her eager, clutching petals of delight trying desperately to draw his fingers inside of her.
She swayed from side to side under his attack and groaned as he pinched and twisted her swollen lips, forcing them apart and torturing her with an aching spasm of desire and wanting.
"Oh, God, Roger, oh, God," she moaned, thrusting her pussy tightly against his hand and squeezing his prick so hard he almost cried out in pain. "Put them in me, Roger! Put your fingers in me now!"
She could not stand the lack of something hard and strong in her pussy any longer and she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to force his fingers beyond her trembling, greedy petals of delight.
He laughed almost cruelly and brushed her hand away. Slowly he slithered the tips of two fingers over the damp, hot entrance to her luscious cave. She gasped and tensed her body for the invasion, her loins tingling with a fiery anticipation. He gently turned the seeking spears around and forced them deeper into her taut, dripping tunnel. She jerked her hips spasmodically and groaned in grateful pleasure as the two, strong shafts went deeper and deeper into her luscious cave.
Slowly the long, thick prongs filled her aching womb. He moved them back and forth within her and her strong, greedy cunt muscles locked and unlocked around the invading fingers as he buried them in the pit of her steaming cave.
She did not know how much more of this aching delight she could stand. Her womb seemed to be growing tighter and tighter as she felt him begin to pump the two pleasing digits in and out of her aching pit, his thumb pressing and rubbing back and forth over her darling clit while his hand cupped the throbbing hillock of her trembling pussy mound.
She reached beneath him, eager to feel his own explosive passion quaking in her grip and closed her free hand over his tight, thick ball bag. He cried out in delight as the sweet, slender fingers dug into his aching flesh and she began to tug and twist the heavy bag. She rode her fingers up and down, faster and faster over his swelling cock and she could feel the almost incredible frenzy of his boiling blood racing through his cock and throbbing nuts.
Now their attack on each other's bodies took on a fury of passion. His fingers slammed in and out of her pussy with a harsh, thrusting power that would not allow her to rest. She pumped her fingers over his prick, twisting and turning the cock so forcefully that tears of pleasure and pain came to his eyes.
"I need to feel you next to me," he groaned. "I need to feel your naked body tight against mine!"
He pushed her away roughly and tore at his clothes. She joined his frenzied undressing, tossing her dress and underwear away from her, watching with intense desire as everything he had on went flying in the air and then they joined each other on the bed.
He wrapped his arms around her and entwined his legs around hers. She sighed happily and mashed her luscious, succulent lips over his, kissing him deeply, driving her tongue in and out of his mouth with a frenzied greed. She could feel his hard, hot prick throbbing excitedly against her warm, damp thigh and she rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, flexing her lovely, glistening limbs back and forth enticingly. "Ohhh, God, Roger, fuck me hard! Fuck me hard right now!"
He chuckled passionately and ran the palm of his hand over her moist, slippery mound. She moaned and thrust her pussy against his hand involuntarily. She tossed her pretty head from side to side, throwing her long, tawny mane about her shoulders erotically. She moaned and gasped as she felt his fingers slither inside of her once more, pumping back and forth, making her pert, cute behind bounce up and down on the bed deliciously.
Gently he slid the firm, stiff prongs from her quaking cunt and slipped them underneath her precious ass. She sighed in anticipation as she felt the harsh spears riding back and forth between her spongy buttocks, tickling and teasing the tight, dark dot of her precious anal tunnel.
She wiggled her ass against his seeking hand and groaned wildly as she felt him twisting and turning the tip of his prong against her hot, aching entrance. The unyielding dot slowly gave way as her thick, creamy anal juices began to flow and after a few moments he was able to slither the tip of his spear into her taut, narrow ass. She relaxed her anal muscles and thrilled to the strange, wonderful sensation of his finger probing her delicate ass.
He gently pumped the spear in and out of her hot, throbbing bottom until he could easily bury it in the depths of her precious behind and she sat on top of his hand, sighing with happiness as his fingers gripped and squeezed her darling cheeks.
Now he was ready to put his thick, throbbing manhood in her. She groaned in need and wanting as she felt him take the head of his massive prick and rub it tenderly along the cleft of her fluttering cunt petals. The aching, swollen lips tried desperately to gobble the huge rod deeper into her but he was teasing her pussy, now, loving the way her flesh responded hungrily to his attack.
"I'm going to fuck you, Nicole," he whispered in her ear, his voice a pleasing wicked growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand it!"
She thrashed from side to side and cried out in aching greed. She bucked her cunt against his cock and felt the sudden invasion of his thick, throbbing head as it slithered past her swollen pussy lips and rested gently at the rim of her burning entrance. She moaned with intense delight and ground her hips against he body. Slowly he allowed her gripping pussy muscles to gobble his cock up.
He rocked from side to side, driving the hard meat deeper into her willing cave. She sighed contentedly as his prick reached the hilt and pounded urgently in her soft, moist tunnel. Slowly he pulled his hips back and withdrew the strong, thick shaft from her fiery tunnel.
She shivered with the pleasure she was feeling and then suddenly she was driving the long, massive prong back into her, his buried finger tickling his cock through the thin membrane of her delicate ass-hole.
Now he began to rock back and forth, pumping his finger and cock in and out of her twin tunnels of happiness. She screamed and clutched the bed spread in her fists, her body quaking with an aching, burning lust she could not stand. She bucked and slammed into him wildly, needing him to fuck her harder and harder.
"More, more, more," she moaned, her teeth clenched tightly together, the words barely escaping her swollen, parched lips. "Oh, God, Roger, fuck me deeper! Fuck me harder! Deeper, Roger, harder! Deeper, deeper, harder, harder!"
He increased the rhythm of his lust and began to pump his' tools of passion in and out of her faster and faster. His prick felt like it was going to explode as he felt her strong, eager cunt muscles holding on to him greedily. Back and forth he rode her pussy and ass-hole. The slippery, creamy juice of her passion soaking his flesh as he powered into her again and again.
She thrashed about on the bed, each stroke she felt driving her more and more insane with lust and pleasure. She rolled and swayed from left to right, driving her luscious cunt hard against his crashing rod and crushing his hand with her soft, spongy buttocks. Her loins felt swollen beyond belief and she knew that at any moment now she was going to explode with an aching release that would tear her body apart with its power.
Harder and harder they attacked each other. They could see nothing but blinding lights in front of their eyes now and all that they could feel was the lovely, burning Fire of their driving organs growing hotter and hotter with passion. The room filled with the dank, thick odor of lust and the air was almost smoky with the heat that was rising from their bodies.
Roger slammed into her again and again and their bellies smacked together loudly as their hungry bodies met, consumed by the driving, forceful lust that was tearing through them without mercy.
Nicole's flesh burned with desire and she had only one thought now, to come as quickly as possible and make him climax as powerfully as she was about to do. She could sense the moment approaching and she poised herself for the incredible sensations she was about to experience.
"I'm going to come, Roger," she gasped, her voice the barest of harsh whispers. "I'm going to come any second now, any second I'm going to come so good! So very, very good!"
He plowed into her once more and listened as she screamed in pleasure. A thundering wave of steaming come washed over his plunging rod as she quaked violently and the overpowering spasms of release tore at her loins. She thrashed beneath his pounding cock, the delicious river of liquid love spilling from her womb, running down his legs as her climax exploded again and again in her tortured cave.
The burning, sticky river filled him with a heady greed and he rode her pussy faster and faster now, every spasm of her coming making him feel, more and more intense as his prick seemed to grow beyond endurance.
She ground her luscious, quaking pussy hard against his prick and urged him on with her muscles and gripping hand. She could feel the steaming blood pounding in his loins and cock and knew that he was almost at the point of eruption. She locked her legs around his back and forced his prick to the depths of her hot and steaming, flooded tunnel.
She heard him moan in delight and relief and suddenly a harsh, burning explosion of creamy, liquid fire burst from his driving rod and seared her inner walls. He slammed into her violently, moaning and quaking out of control as the powerful waves of orgasm tore at his fevered flesh, ripping and stinging him in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I'm coming, Nicole, I'm coming," he cried, his voice an agonized scream of pleasure. "I'm coming in you all the way so good, so fucking good!"
He ground his prick deep into her throbbing chamber and let the delicious waves of delight wash over him again and again. Spasm after heady spasm of pleasure licked his loins and tingled along the length of his prick and he quaked violently and uncontrollably in motion with her own lingering spurts of passion. For a long, long time they could do nothing but lay there and let the pleasing, powerful pleasure torture them until they could hardly breathe and finally lay side by side gasping with the last, echoing effects of their passion.
Finally they had regained their strength enough to climb under the blanket and embrace each other tenderly. She knew she would be in trouble if she got home very, very late but she did not care. All she could think about was this marvelous man lying beside her. Even the fears and worries of what the morning would bring could not trouble her now.
They fell asleep rapidly, their mixed breathing a soft, gentle song of pleasure and contentment and they could not have heard the car driving slowly to a stop across the street nor know of the cold, dark eyes that watched the door of their apartment with such evil intent all the rest of the night long.
CHAPTER FIVE
Leonard Vandam considered himself a neat and careful man and he hated being surrounded by weakness and incompetence. He had to control his powerful urge to strangle Senator Adams when the whining man had rushed to his hotel room to tell him of the meeting between Nicole Jordane and that bastard of an albatross Roger Thornhill. The stupid fool had tricked enough that evening by daring to talk to him at the party, then to have blabbed to the silly teenager was almost too much to bear.
He would have found it hard to believe that the girl was merely inquisitive anyway, but when he heard that she met Roger Thornhill at his motel hiding place, he exploded in a rage that frightened the Senator visibly.
"I ought to kill you, you fool," he had shouted at the cowering man. "Better yet, I ought to give you to Putt!" The Senator groaned in terror as his eyes followed the pointing finger that Vandam jerked in the direction of the huge giant leaning against the wall, smiling with an evil grin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the Senator sobbed, disgusting Vandam with his weak, frightened manner. "I didn't know what I was doing, I swear to you I didn't!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you didn't, you idiot," Vandam said, shaking his head in disgust. "It's weak, stupid men like you that foul up every decent thing men like myself try to do in this world. Now I have to repair all the damage you've done before you wreck everything!"
"What are you going to do," asked Senator Adams, his voice quivering with fear and worry. "They might find out! Go to the police!"
"Oh, shut up," barked Vandam. "He's too damn stupid to go to the police. He's a weak, frightened little man just like you are! It's very simple, my dear Senator Adams, I'm going to kill the both of them once I find out what they know!"
He glared at the Senator, making a mental note to include him on that list once he had settled with the girl and Thornhill. That insane young man was getting to be a thorn in his side. It was crazy the way he. seemed to escape his clutches every time. It was rare for Putt to fail once, and twice was impossible, but there it was. No, tonight he would eliminate all three of them, just as soon as he finished finding out everything they knew and who they had told about it.
He sent Putt to get the girl, preferring to leave Thornhill to the more exotic methods of his mistress Use Gruber. She would be able to break him much easier than Putt. Putt would end up killing the man before he talked. By now the giant was mad with anger at Thornhill's slipping through his fingers twice and he wouldn't have the judgment to handle him carefully.
The one thing about Putt he could count on was doing what he told him. No matter what happened, he would bring the girl back, of that much, Vandam was sure.
Now the giant sat in his car, carefully hidden across the street from the motel and waited patiently for the girl to emerge from the room. He could wait another whole day if he had to, so single-minded was his loyalty to his master.
He neither smoked nor drank and his eyes never left the room. He sat completely still in the car, listening carefully to the sounds of the beginning day, every so often cracking the knuckles on his big hands with a pleasing snap that reminded him of breaking bones.
Within the room, Roger and Nicole were coming alive, stretching and yawning the last bits of sleep from their bodies and eyes. Roger was out of the bed, first, grabbing a fast shower and dressing before Nicole had even slipped from between the sheets. She followed him in the John and by the time she was finished washing he was ready to go.
"Call a cab to take you home," he told her, knotting his tie and adjusting it in the glary reflection of the mirror hanging on the wall. "And see if you can get to talk to Senator Adams again. He might be one of the keys to this thing, in fact, the more I think about it, the more sure of it I am!"
"What are you going to be doing," she asked, drying her hair in a large, fluffy towel. "While I'm seducing the Senator?"
"Perhaps trying the same trick on Vandam's mistress," he replied in a light, airy voice. She stared at him and he laughed. "Don't get me wrong, love, it's all in the name of duty," he assured her. "After checking around, I found out that our friend Vandam keeps a very expensive woman in this town. She must cost him close to a half a million a year. I think I'll pay her a visit, maybe she might be able to tell me where he is and what he's up to."
"I don't know if I like that idea," she said, her voice guarded. "That could turn out to be trouble."
"I think I can handle a woman in her late thirties without too much trouble," he chuckled. "I'm not exactly without any charms, you know!"
"I don't mean that, dummy," she persisted. "What if Vandam has the same idea? You could be walking into a trap, do you realize that?"
"If Mister Vandam is worried about me, which I rather feel he is, he's not about to be hanging around anywhere I can catch him. He's too slick for that," Roger explained, coming over and sitting on the bed beside her. "He'll wait until they catch me. He has faith in our police and F.B.I., that much I know. He's more right wing American than our own!"
"Well, you be careful, that's all," she said in a grumpy voice, not pleased with the plans at all. "I don't want to be reading about you being fished out of the river!"
"I don't want to star in that news story either, dear," he chuckled. "Now take your time and get back home and run down the Senator, will you?"
He leaned over and kissed her, smiling into her eyes. "And don't worry," he added. Then he stood up and paused for a moment, staring down at her. "You are really something," he sighed, then kissed her quickly once more and turned away, leaving the room.
Outside, Putt stirred in the car and slipped down behind the wheel as much as possible as he watched the young man walking down the street. He kept his eyes level with the dashboard until Roger had hailed a cab. Once the young man had climbed inside and the yellow car had driven away, Putt smiled to himself and nodded, unwrapping his huge frame from the tiny auto.
Nicole had just finished calling a cab and was zipping up the back of her dress, trying to adjust the rather wrinkled gown in the mirror when she heard the door open behind her. She turned, a smile on her face, thinking that Roger had returned. Perhaps he had changed his mind, she thought quickly. She opened her mouth to say his name when her eyes went wide with fear and the sound froze in her throat as she stared up at the grinning features of that monster who had attacked them the other night.
She gulped and tried to scream but nothing would come out of her mouth. She looked rapidly from side to side, but could find no weapon to throw at him. Slowly he advanced toward her, his arms flung "Get away," she screamed, racing for the door. He laughed a deep, hollow growl and caught her arm as she raced by him.
like an enveloping pool of quicksand he drew her to his chest and locked one of his massive arms tightly around her throat. She kicked and flailed at him helplessly as he slowly cut off her air. The lights spun round and round in front of her eyes as he expertly shut his arm around her neck and in a few minutes she was falling down, down, down into a pit of blackness.
Slowly she climbed back up into the bright light and consciousness. She heard a sharp, harsh ringing in her ears and her head was throbbing painfully. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and the swimming, cloudy haze in front of them cleared.
She was staring at the gray ceiling of a dark, quiet room. Her body shivered with the cold and she could tell she was deep in the bowels of some building. She tried to rise but found her arms and legs tightly bound to the small, narrow examination table she was lying.
"She's awake," she heard whispered in one corner of the room. "She's moving, look at her," the voice went on.
She turned her head and saw Senator Adams and Leonard Vandam staring at her a few feet away. She glared at them and spoke in a trembling voice that she tried hard to make sound confident and angry.
"I think this little game has gone far enough, gentlemen," she said harshly. "You had better let me go right now, or you're both going to be in big trouble!"
Vandam laughed happily. "Marvelous, marvelous," he said, walking over to where she lay. He nodded his head approvingly. "I admire such sprit, you don't see it in the youth very much these days! Good for you, child, spit in the face of danger! That's the way one should handle oneself! You could learn a bit from this darling child, Senator!"
"The hell with her," Senator Adams growled, his voice trembling with a obviously phony courage and rage. "Just make her talk, that's all!"
"Senator, I must confess that the more I know you, the duller you become," sighed sighed Vandam. "Now just sit over there in the corner and let me question this lovely young girl, will you?"
Meekly the Senator walked away and sat down on a small stool. Nicole followed him with her eyes, choking down a sob and trying' desperately not to reveal the fear that was churning in her belly.
Vandam grasped her chin and turned her face back to his eyes. "Now my dear, perhaps you will tell me what you now about all of us, huh?"
"Get your hands off of me, you lousy bastard," she shouted. "In one more second I'm going to start screaming my head off if you don't let me go!"
He shook his head and chuckled softly. "Go right ahead, my dear," he told her, waving his hands around the room. "You are in a sound-proof room, you may yell to your heart's content, but nobody is going to hear you!"
Her eyes flickered with fear and her belly rolled Over as she realized that he was telling the truth. "I'm not telling you anything," she hissed quietly. "You can go to hell!"
"How sad to hear you say that," he sighed. "I was hoping we could get along nicely. I do hate to apply force if I don't have to." He turned on his heel and walked to the door, beckoning with his hand for the Senator to follow him.
He paused at the door and turned around, staring at the trapped girl, quivering on the table. "Perhaps you'll change your mind after a little persuasion," he said grimly. "I just hope you can survive it, my dear."
She glared at him and spat weakly at his retreating figure then he was gone, the door shut tightly behind him. She turned her head back to the ceiling and quivered on the narrow table. She pulled and tugged on her bonds but they were too tight and she could not budge them.
"Oh, Roger, Roger," she whimpered quietly. "Where are you my darling, where are you!"
Whatever they had in mind she knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Suddenly she heard the door open and she gasped in terror as the huge giant that had taken her from the motel walked into the room. He was grinning obscenely as he approached the table and she fought wildly to get free of the tight ropes that held her fast.
"Perhaps Putt can convince you to open up to me," she heard the voice of Vandam whisper from the other room. "He can be very useful at certain times."
"No, no," she groaned. She tried to lift herself up from the table. "Wait, wait, please," she cried but the door was shut tight once more, leaving only her and the huge man in the room.
He was chuckling loudly, his voice so deep it sounded as if it came from a well. "Pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl," he was cooing over and over, rubbing his hands together. "Nice, pretty girl. Pretty."
She shook violently as she saw him reach into his pocket and remove a long, wickedly gleaming knife. She cried out in terror as he bent over her and deftly sliced her dress apart from her hem to her throat. He put the knife away and spread the tattered folds of the gown apart.
She gulped and swallowed with difficulty as he reached out with one of his massive hands and roughly rode the hard heel of his meaty paw over her quivering and moist flesh.
Her luscious, perfect breasts jiggled enticingly as he passed his hand over them. The soft, spongy globes parted between his riding heel and she moaned in a mixture of fear and awful pleasure as she felt the huge, greedy fingers slithering over her flat, palpitating stomach.
She shivered in horror as he slid two of his digits down between her legs and ran them over her damp, trembling inner thighs. She tossed her head from side to side, groaning loudly as he continued on down her graceful leg, pinching and squeezing her warm, smooth skin as he went along.
"Please, please don't hurt me," she whispered frantically. Her lovely, teenage body quaking uncontrollably. "Don't hurt me, I beg you!"
"Shut up," he barked, his voice so loud that it took her breath away. "You do what I say now," he said gruffly, the smile on his face one of obscene lust and greed.
She shut her eyes and groaned unhappily as she felt his other hand riding around the edges of her breasts, dancing the tips of his huge spears over her creamy mounds.
He bent down and ran his tongue over her tightly shut eyes. She moaned in protest but he ignored her, his fevered lust rising rapidly. Roughly he clasped one of her precious boobs, squeezing it painfully between his massive fingers. She cried out and tried to pull away from him but he just laughed and continued to knead and massage the perfect globe with angry greed.
He rolled his fat thumb over one of her darling nipples and the tender bud quickly grew firm and erect under the steady, driving pressure of his knobby digit. She moaned in fear and shame as she felt the familiar pleasure racing through her system despite her terror and disgust of the man.
He pinched the darling nugget cruelly and rubbed it back and forth until it was throbbing in his grasp and she was moaning quietly with an urgent and frightening power that raced through her loins.
Slowly he ran his hands around her bobbling mounds. They lay flat against her heaving chest and he pushed and cupped them lovingly, making her gasp with the aching fire that churned in her smoldering loins.
His eager, greedy mouth was roaming over her face kissing and licking her moist skin with a greedy hungry passion. She felt his huge, curled lips surrounding her own and she twisted her. head away, trying to avoid the sickening kiss he was giving her. He grabbed her chin in his hand and shook his head, baring his teeth in a snarl of warning.
She groaned and held still as he happily mashed his fat, sucking lips over hers. He kissed her roughly, sliding his mouth back and forth over her trembling, succulent petals of joy. His hungry, large tongue slashed across her teeth and pressed against them determinedly. He shook her by the chin once more, and with a sob of despair she parted the perfect white teeth and he eagerly slithered his tongue between them. The huge arrow seemed to fill her mouth up wide and she could hardly breathe as he slashed the seeking dart against her cheeks, hunting for her own, pink spear of pleasure. She felt more disgusted and horrified than ever before as she felt the stabbing, slashing dart entwining around her own and his hungry mouth sucking on her lips with obscene lust and greed. She began to sob deeply, her lovely, pert breasts quivering with her labored breathing but he merely became more excited by her fear and his passion increased a hundred times.
She gasped and shook violently as she felt his huge, massive digits crawling back up her legs. The sweet, well-turned limbs trembled wildly as he roamed his fingers over them, gripping and squeezing her warm, pliant flesh with a cruel and uncaring desire. She shook and rocked on the table as she felt him rip the tattered remains of her dress out from underneath her. Her spongy, bare bottom felt the cool, smooth sensation of the leather that covered the table against her warm flesh.
She could hear his excited breathing growing more and more fierce as he ran his fingers over her soft, damp inner things, tracing a lazy path along the rim of her quivering cunt lips. She sighed loudly as he rolled the tip of one finger over the wet, throbbing petals, pressing down on them greedily, thrilling to the wet, warm fluid that covered them, seeping from her aching cave.
"Stop, stop," she moaned, trying to draw her pussy away from his seeking hand. "No more, please, no more! Oh, God, please stop! Please, please, stop!"
He paid no attention to her, continuing to slither the huge spear around the rim of her throbbing entrance. Her hot, moist tunnel was quaking uncontrollably and she knew that her horror and defilement had just began. Slowly he slid his thumb and forefinger around her twitching, erect clit. The sweet button trembled wildly in anticipation as he took it between the two huge spears and pinched it lovingly. She groaned as a spasm of pleasure and pain raced through her loins. She felt the gnawing ecstasy driving through her and she could not believe that this monster was making her feel good.
He rolled the tender nugget back and forth in his grip and rode his other fingers over her throbbing, swollen cunt muscles. She groaned and bucked her soft, spongy behind up and down on the table, making him grow even more excited and hungry for her soft, teenage flesh.
She felt his eager mouth run down over her chin, licking and kissing her soft, smooth neck with a greedy desire. She sobbed uncontrollably as she felt the chewing teeth closing around her elegant flesh, the lips kissing her greedily. She sighed as he worked his way toward her shivering breasts, his teeth tugging on her spongy flesh cruelly.
He flicked out his tongue as she thrashed about the narrow table, her arms and legs twitching spasmodically, and lathered the sweet cleft between the darling globes. Her body shook with fear and horror as she felt him ride his rough spear up and down along the narrow space, kissing and licking either boob with a frenzy of passion.
He rose up above her and lowered his mouth to one, perfect sphere. His teeth locked onto her throbbing nipple and she screamed in terror as she felt them locking down and his tongue slashing back and forth over the precious nugget. She bucked her chest into his mouth and he laughed, sucking the rest of her soft, plaint mound beyond his clutching lips. She cried out in delight and pain as he chewed hungrily on her creamy flesh and lathered her nipple with his harsh, thick arrow.
His hands were all over her now, tugging and kneading her helpless body with a lusty abandon. He did not care how she felt as long as he could get his fingers around some soft, warm flesh. He rode his one hand underneath her smooth, strong back and gripped the soft, spongy cheeks of her ass in his huge, greedy paw. She sobbed as she felt him squeezing the luscious half moons lovingly, thrilling to the way her small, perfect buns quivered and shook under his insistent attack.
She did not know if she could stand much more of his horrible treatment. She ached to be freed and moaned wildly as he continued to knead and massage her darling buttocks, slithering a finger between them and riding it up and down passionately over her taut, unyielding anal dot.
"I'll do anything, anything," she groaned, trying to squirm her darling ass away from his determined fingers. "Just let me go! Oh, God, let me go!"
"Nice girl, pretty girl," he murmured over and over. "I like pretty girl! I like pretty girl a lot!"
It was obvious that he was insane and even if he had heard her pleading he did not really understand. All that he was interested in was the boiling lust that was racing through his loins. From the corner of her eye she could see his pants stretched tight over his crotch and the huge, bigger than anything she could imagine, bulge that throbbed visibly behind them. She groaned in terror at the thought of it and turned her head away, shutting her eyes tight against the assault that was continuing on her tortured flesh.
Eagerly he ran his mouth over her hard, flat stomach and caressed her taut flesh with his rough tongue. She moaned and sobbed and thrashed under his insistent journey. She groaned as she felt him cruelly part her throbbing cunt lips and drive his thumb suddenly inside of her aching, wet pit.
She screamed loudly as the huge knob entered her and she shook involuntarily as the spear twisted and turned in her darling cave. The giant prong seemed to fill her up almost as much as a cock and she whimpered in terror and shame as she felt him bury the stiff shaft deep in her narrow canal.
His other hand was busily riding up and down along the length of her anal cleft, her soft, tender cheeks shivered with the attack of his hand and she felt her dark, damp anal dot straining against the invasion of a large, thick finger that was wiggling round and round the unyielding entrance, determined to find its way inside of her precious, moist ass.
She did not think she would be able to stand anymore of this when he pushed hard against her soft pit and she sobbed in pain as he drove the seeking finger into the hot, taut tunnel of her ass-hole. Desperately she relaxed her taut muscles so that he might have a chance to bury his finger in her bottom without hurting her.
He laughed in delight as he felt the sudden ease of pressure against his probing digit and he gleefully twisted and turned it around in the depths of her sweet, poor pit. His other hand was cupped over her hot mound, his finger tips playing with her stiff, erect clit, rubbing the soft nugget back and forth while his thumb joined a rhythm of his driving finger and the two offensive prongs carried on with their ravaging of her twin caves of pleasure.
His mouth was nibbling its way toward her quaking pussy and she cried in despair and shame as the warm, thrilling spasms of love rippled through her loins. She would have given anything right then to be free but there was no escape from the hungry giant and she could do nothing but experience every sensation he was giving her with his mouth and hands.
"You take cock," he growled, pulling his thumb from her aching, battered pussy. "You take cock right now!"
Her eyes flew wide with fear as she watched him pull down his zipper and pull the biggest, longest prick she had ever seen from the depths of his pants. The huge shaft smashed against her darling cheek with a powerful force and she shook her head, screaming in protest.
"No, no, not that, I won't," she cried, shouting out loud. "I won't, I won't, I won't do it!"
He reached up and grabbed her mouth, forcing her lips apart. "You take or I kill you," he shouted.
Sobbing she nodded and pursed her lips. The thick, huge member was pounding wildly with the steaming, fiery blood that was racing through it and she knew she had no other choice but to do as he said. Slowly she kissed the massive, engorged spear, tasting the sour, unwashed sweat of his passion. She gulped and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and ran her precious, pink lips up and down along the hard, throbbing meat.
He bucked violently, mashing the huge prong against her face and she nibbled passionately on the shaft, hearing him gasp and groan in delight as her perfect, even teeth nipped their way along his white hot shaft.
Slowly she worked her way along down toward his thick, hairy balls. She rolled her tongue over his taut sack and nibble hungrily on the steaming bag. She could feel the boiling lust churning inside of them and she hoped desperately that he would not be able to control himself and would come the moment she began to suck on the fat sack.
He bellowed loudly as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked the huge container between her succulent lips. She clamped her teeth down hard on the pounding bag and slashed violently with her tongue at his big, hard balls. She tossed the huge nuts back and forth against her cheeks and could feel the steaming lust burning in his bag, threatening to explode at any moment.
His mouth slithered urgently over her trembling clit and he caught the moist nugget between them. He sucked powerfully on her delicious button and drank the creamy, thick juice of her passion willingly as it poured from her fevered womb.
She gasped as the power of his eating overwhelmed her and her pussy felt on fire with pain and delight. A sweet, burning agony was racing through her loins and she wanted nothing more than to have an orgasm, make him have his and get this horrible moment over with.
Slowly his mouth rode down over her pussy and his teeth began to nibble at her trembling, swollen pussy lips. She groaned as she felt him jam his tongue between the fluttering petals, twisting and turning it around and around in her darling, narrow cave. His finger slammed in and out of her tender, hot behind and he was following the motion of the pumping finger with his licking tongue as he drove the stinging dart in and out of her luscious cave.
She quaked and bucked and prayed for relief, sucking hard on his balls, chewing viciously on his throbbing flesh, trying everything she knew how to bring him to a swift and final orgasm.
"The cock, the cock," he groaned, his voice thick with passion as he paused in his eating to tell her what to do. "I want you to suck my cock right now! Right now!"
Quickly she ran her mouth up along his huge shaft. She felt the incredible force of his pounding blood thundering along his rod and she knew that when he came it would be in her mouth and she had better be prepared if she didn't want to choke. She made an oval with her darling lips and made her mouth go wide. She moaned as he thrust his groin at her face and quickly she sucked the tip of his massive head between her pliant folds of flesh.
He grunted happily as her soft, moist petals of passion curled over the rim of his helmet. He sighed in satisfaction as she sucked hard on the engorged head of his cock, licking and slashing at the purple tip with her darling tongue. She lathered his wide piss slit passionately and he growled in a low, threatening tone that would have scared her if she didn't know she was bringing it out of him.
Slowly she sucked a bit more of his prick into her mouth. She nibbled and dragged her teeth over his flesh, blowing hard and sucking hungrily, knowing that she would never be able to fit it into her throat, but hoping that just sucking him off would be enough.
He bent back to work on her aching, throbbing pussy and slammed his tongue inside of her once more. She bucked and shuddered involuntarily as she harsh, seeking arrow drove deep into her womb and now his finger was spreading her sweet ass as wide apart as it could go.
The twin tools of pleasure and pain rode in and out of her in an ever increasing frenzy. She gasped as she felt him sucking hard on her cunt, slamming his tongue in and out of her wildly, licking and lathering the entire area of her damp, hot cave. He nipped and ate at her pliant, swollen cunt petals with a frenzy of lust and greed and her poor, battered pussy felt as if it were going to be tore apart by his greed, insensitive teeth.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she groaned, opening and closing her tiny fists, thrashing about beneath his chewing mouth. "Oh, I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
He slammed his prick into her mouth once more and she gulped frantically, trying to stop it from going any further. She sucked and gripped the plunging spear, rocking her head back and forth, pumping her precious lips up and down on the massive meat, using everything in her power to draw him to the edge of his aching release.
Her own sweet, burning cave was boiling now, coming nearer and nearer to a massive orgasm that she did not want but could not prevent. She moaned and rocked from side to side under his determined sucking and chewing and the aching way he drove his finger along her taut, stretched anal tunnel make her quake and rock with an intense and aching need.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she groaned, feeling her pussy reach the boiling point of desire. "Damn you, you bastard, I'm going to come!"
She mashed her darling cave against his greedy mouth and a suddenly, overpowering eruption tore through her loins and lathered her inner walls. She screamed in delight and shame as the quaking power raced through her and the unwanted loveliness sent a steaming river of come into his sucking mouth.
She rocked and jerked as the waves of luscious delight rippled through her loins, each spasm more powerful and intense than the last. Her cunt was exploding with a powerful delight and she bored down on his prick, now, sucking hard, trying to bring him to the moment of ecstasy she knew he desired.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth from her overflowing womb and smiled down at her with a wicked grin. "You suck nice," he laughed. "But I like ass-holes best!"
She screamed in terror as he quickly untied two of her bonds and rolled her over on her belly. She was crying out in fear and horror as he quickly retied the ropes around her wrist and ankle and she was now trapped face down on the cold table, her soft, spongy bottom naked and helpless before him.
"No, no, no," she moaned, thrashing from side to side. "You're too big, you monster! You're too big for me!"
He acted as if he didn't hear her at all. He reached down and spread the cheeks of her luscious behind wide apart. She groaned and tensed her bottom, trembling uncontrollably as she felt his hand riding up and down along her damp, hot cleft, spreading the sweet dot of her ass as far apart as possible.
She felt him climb up on the table and bend over her and she shook as his hot, fevered breath caressed her naked shoulder. Slowly he pressed the tip of his prick against her tight, tiny anal entrance and she screamed in fear and mounting pain as she felt him wiggling back and forth, straining with the effort, driving the huge, thick head of his prick beyond her quivering opening. She gasped and tried to draw her luscious bottom away from his probing shaft. He laughed wickedly and she could feel his hot, boiling lust throbbing through his rod as he pushed forward, forcing more and more of his hard meat into her tight, aching pit.
She bucked and thrashed, screaming as the pain tore through her again and again. Rocking and twisting he slowly jammed his prick deeper and deeper into her hot, agonized tunnel. She could hardly breathe it felt so bad and she groaned loudly as she felt him grip her cheeks tightly and screw his prick to the depths of her burning canal.
Finally his prick was buried in her sweet bottom and she was sobbing wildly as' he drew back halfway then slammed it into her again. She cried out and jerked about beneath him as the spasms of pain tore through her battered ass. He groaned in intense pleasure and began to ride his huge, tearing meat in and out of her narrow, damaged ass. Harder and harder he drove the rod along her taut tunnel, each stroke he took seemed to make his prick grow bigger and bigger and she could no longer think of anything but the horror of his assault.
He swayed from side to side, gasping and moaning in delight, slamming his manhood faster and faster into the delicate chamber. She sobbed loudly and shivered as she felt his aching, powerful orgasm coming nearer and nearer to its explosive release.
He rammed the hard, huge prick into her ass-hole over and over, stretching the taut, filmy walls wider and wider. Her poor ass felt as if it were being torn apart by his passionate frenzy and she could hear him grunting and sucking air into his mouth as his greedy, uncaring lust reached its moment of bursting.
He cried out in pleasure and a thick, burning stream of come shot from his prick and lashed at her aching inner walls. He slammed into her again and the creamy fluid continued to splash against her tortured behind, filling her taut tunnel with its wicked lust. Harder and harder he rammed into her, screaming and moaning his aching pleasure.
"I'm coming in your ass," he cried happily, slamming his cock into her ass once more. "I'm coming, coming in your ass-hole!"
He ground his prick down deep into her delicate, battered ass and let the final traces of his tremendous orgasm slash and burn her taut, aching inner walls, moaning and gasping in delight until finally he pulled his huge, pounding member from her soft bottom and rolled off of the table to the floor.
She cried softly, sobbing into the cold, harsh leather that pressed against her face. She felt her mind swimming in a dark pool of hurt and despair and the awful attack she had just endured finally became too much for her and she blessedly sank into deep unconsciousness.
CHAPTER SIX
From the moment he left the motel that morning, Roger Thornhill felt an overwhelming uneasiness take hold of him. It was not merely the fear of capture by the police, nor the idea that he might run into trouble at Ilsa Gruber's apartment. It was something more than that. He had grown very fond of Nicole Jordane over the last couple of days and his reasons for sending her home had less to do with finding out information than keeping her out of danger.
She was obviously a bright and darling young woman and he knew that she would plunge headlong into trouble with him if he gave her even the slightest chance. But he was no hero and for all his calm he had displayed, he didn't know what the hell he was doing, either.
The cab ride to Ilsa Gruber's apartment filled him with worry and fear. It seemed that the driver kept looking at him in the rear view mirror and every light they stopped at, some cop was peering into the cab, taking down his description in his mind.
Roger tried to get ahold of himself. Him being insane, he told himself. You know enough about people from your work to try to merely understand that he wouldn't recognize his own mother from a fleeting glance during a busy day.
Still, he could not shake the worrisome feeling that something terrible was going to happen. He squirmed in the back seat of the car and shifted his eyes from left to right over the crowded Washington streets.
"You're from out of town, ain't you," the cab driver said, glancing over his shoulder at Roger.
"What, what," Roger almost shouted, an icy tingle of fear racing through his spine. "Why do you say that?"
"Take it easy, buddy," the driver laughed. "It ain't nothing important! I just can tell, that's all."
"How can you do that," Roger asked, trying to sound a little more relaxed.
"Ah, it's easy," the cabbie went on. He pointed out the window to the street. "It's the way you keep looking around. The city does that to people the first time they come. It gets to them, you know?"
"I imagine it does," laughed Roger, nervously. "I can see how a lot of things can happen here."
"Ain't that the truth. Everything begins and ends in this town, buddy, believe me, I know!"
"I wouldn't be surprised if you're right," Roger agreed, thinking about Vandam and the hundreds of cops that were looking for him at the moment. "I wouldn't be surprised at all."
"Well, here you are, buddy," the driver said, slowing the cab to a halt in front of a huge, new apartment complex. "That'll be five-seven ty-five."
Roger gave him a ten and told him to keep the change, the driver acted as if it were nothing special and Roger climbed out of the cab and entered the apartment building.
He asked the desk clerk to see if Miss
Gruber was in. The man stared at him as if every person that entered the building were a potential thief or worse and rather reluctantly dialed Ilsa Gruber's number on the house telephone.
I have to get this suit cleaned, Roger thought, staring at his shabby attire in a full length mirror that graced the lobby of the building. I look as if I slept in it. Which wasn't far from the truth.
"Your name, Sir," the desk clerk asked in a cold, official voice. "Who shall I say is calling."
"A close friend of Mister Vandam's," Roger replied, thinking that ought to get a rise out of her.
The clerk nodded and returned to the phone. After a brief conversation with the woman ten floors above, he nodded to Roger and directed him to a bank of elevators to the left of the lobby.
"Apartment ten-seventeen," he said then turned to his work without another word, ignoring Roger's thank you.
"Pleasant fellow," Roger muttered under his breath as he walked toward the elevator. "Kind' of man that fills you with faith in human goodness!"
He rode up to Ilsa's floor and got out, quickly finding her apartment. When the stunning, tall woman of about thirty-eight opened the door, Roger wasted no time. He pushed his way in, slamming it shut behind him and shoved the woman to the couch in the center of the room.
"Where's Vandam," he said roughly, in a menacing tone. "Talk fast, I don't have a lot of time!"
"I don't know where he is," the woman said in an irritated voice. "And would you mind telling me who you are."
"My name is Roger Thornhill and I'm wanted for murder," he said, glaring at her with the coldest eyes he could invent. "I'm a very dangerous man and if you don't start talking fm going to throw you out of that window!"
Since she had been alerted that she would probably be getting a visit from him, she merely pretended the certain amount of fear she was showing. "I don't think that will be necessary," she said lightly. "Since Leonard is supposed to be coming over some time this afternoon."
"We'll just wait, then," Roger said, sitting down on the couch beside her. "I've got plenty of time."
"Would you care for some wine, while you are waiting?" the lovely woman asked. "I was just about to pour myself a glass."
He nodded and she poured two tall glasses of wine from a decanter on the mantle over the fireplace. She carefully shielded her hands from his view and put a few drops of a sleeping drug in one of the glasses. She handed him the unaffected one as she sat down and then laughed when he immediately exchanged glasses with her.
"You are the trusting one, aren't you," she chuckled, taking a long drink from her glass.
"If I were anymore trusting I wouldn't be alive," he answered her gruffly.
She leaned back on the couch and played with his hair in an absent manner. She smiled at him and sighed. "You're rather cute for a murderer," she said softly. "One would hardly know it."
"I'm no killer," he protested. "That is why I'm going to have a talk with your Mister Vandam."
"Leonard is a bit weird," she sighed. "Everyone thinks I'm his mistress but there is nothing sexual between us. I don't think he has sex at all, it would be too much of a waste of energy for him."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Roger stared at her, quiet aware of what she was up to. She bent forward and nestled her head against his chest. "I rather like forceful men that know their own mind," she whispered seductively. "I get tired of doing without passion, don't you?"
She brought his hand back up to her black, satin bra and cupped her full, round breast in his palm, squeezing it urgently with his fingers. She sighed and mashed her mouth against his once more, her luscious, pink tongue driving in and out of his, slashing wildly at the teasing dart of his own.
"Ahhh, it's been so long, so damn long," she moaned in a thick, European voice. "I need love, I need love so very much!"
He gripped and kneaded her fine tit, feeling the thick, round nipple growing firm and erect under his caress, pushing hard against the flimsy material of the halter into his fleshy palm.
His free hand rode down over her palpitating stomach, feeling the warm, creamy flesh come alive under his searching fingers. Her hard, flat belly bucked involuntarily as he danced his fingers across it and then roughly gripped her warm, throbbing pussy mound.
He rubbed his hand back and forth over the delicious hillock, feeling the heat rising steadily from her womb and his fingers growing damp with the moistness that was beginning to flow from her quaking cave of passion.
He rode his hand down further and gently caressed her trembling inner thighs.
She gasped with pleasure as she felt the seeking digits curling and squeezing her aching, damp flesh, digging in almost painfully, drawing the boiling lust out of the depths of her loins.
"Ahhh, that feels so nice," she sighed, beginning to sway from side to side in rhythm with his working hands. "You certainly know how to please a woman, Mister Thornhill! You certainly know that!"
Tenderly he reached behind her and found the snaps to her tight, sheer bra. He fumbled them free and the clinging halter slid down her arms and revealed the luscious, creamy globes to his hungry eyes and greedy touch. He slithered his fingers across the tips of her rosy, thick nipples and the stiff, hard stones quivered with delight and trembled wildly under his caress.
She groaned in passion and grabbed his wrist, crushing his hand against her heaving mounds. Eagerly he mashed the beautiful spheres in his hard grip, pinching the tender nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he went from one boob to another. She sighed and groaned loudly and bucked her body uncontrollably while her mouth roamed hungrily over his, kissing him with increasing desire and need.
He rubbed her nipples back and forth with the palm of his hand while slowly slithering his other back up her delicious inner thighs. The warm flesh responded happily to his attack and she opened and closed her thighs spasmodically as he drew nearer and nearer to the secret point when her lovely limbs met.
She groaned aloud as she felt him riding his finger tips over her fluttering, wet pussy lips through her damp panties. She gasped and thrust her cunt upward against the traveling digits, her growing need reflected in her labored breathing and the aching sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips.
Her own hands rapidly ran down over the front of his pants and gripped his cock through his clothing. He gasped in warm, sensual delight as her slender fingers curled around the stiff, thick mound bulging out from his trousers. She laughed softly at his reaction and gripped the growing rod tightly, shoving it back and forth as he sighed and shivered in delight.
"I'm glad it pleases you," she whispered erotically, running her tongue around the rim of his ear, blowing a warm current of air against his flesh. "I am always happy to please a strong, hard man!"
Hungrily he slid his fingers inside of her panties and ran them through the slippery thatch of hair that covered her hot, throbbing cunt mound. She bucked her belly against the palm of his hand and sighed in happiness as she felt his greedy fingers rolling around her hard, thick clit. He pinched the juicy button tenderly and she almost leaped from the couch as a sharp, stinging wave of love raced through her burning loins.
She bit the lobe of his ear in agonized passion and trapped the tips of his fingers between her thighs. He laughed softly and gently slid them back and forth over her moist, trembling petals, slithering them just a bit beyond her dark, moist entrance.
"Take me to the bedroom," she groaned in a tight, aching voice. "This place is too small, much too small for our pleasure."
She got up from the couch and led him into a big, comfortable room, graced by one of the largest beds he had ever seen. Quickly she stripped off her panties and hose and lay down on the bed, beckoning him with her hands, tossing her head from side to side in urgent need.
He stripped off his clothes and lay down beside her, his mouth going to hers once again. His hand rode down over her breasts and he squeezed them lovingly then traveled further on until he was cupping her hot, slippery pubic mound, squeezing it tightly, making her groan and thrash uncontrollably under his greedy attention.
He sighed in delight as she ran her own, elegant fingers over his hard, flat stomach and tugged playfully at his thick patch of hair covering his hard, pounding prick. She slid her fingers around the throbbing shaft and ran them lightly up and down the length of the massive pole.
"Ahh, such a big and powerful tool," she sighed softly, gripping and squeezing it, feeling the hot, eager blood racing through the hard meat. "Just what a woman needs the most!"
Slowly she began to ride her fingers up and down the length of his aching manhood. He rocked back and forth on the bed as she pumped her strong, determined fingers along his burning shaft. She tapped lovingly at the engorged head of his prick, drawing lazy circles with her nails in his agonized flesh.
Hungrily he slid a single finger beyond the quivering, soaked lips of her hot cave. She cried out in delight as the stiff, seeking spear drove into her and she thrust her cunt up to meet the invading prong, wrapping her strong, powerful pussy muscles around the stiff shaft as it buried itself to the hilt in her burning pit.
"Yes, yes, yes," she groaned, crushing her mouth against his, driving her hand up and down on his prick with increased frenzy. "Oh, God, God, it's good, so very, very good!"
She thrashed violently as he continued to ride his finger in and out of her taut, narrow tunnel. His mouth ran down over her luscious, creamy neck, kissing and nibbling her flesh greedily. He kissed the topsof her breasts and she arched her back, pressing her warm, creamy boobs into his face. He chuckled gruffly and slithered his tongue between the magnificent mounds, sucking the creamy flesh hungrily. He rolled his tongue over one juicy nipple and the tiny pebble shudder in anticipation when he caught the little bud between his teeth and lathered it wildly with his stabbing dart of love. .
She groaned and almost sobbed with delight as she felt his hungry, chewing mouth roaming freely over her wondrous globes. Slowly he made his way down over her trim, hard stomach, slithering the pleasing fingers around the rim of her darling navel then continuing his journey toward her tortured womb.
She pulled on his prick, drawing his body around to her as he made his way over her luscious, wet pussy. She gasped as she felt him sucking tenderly on her throbbing clit, catching the sweet button between his teeth and lashing his tongue against the pounding nugget as he rolled it back and forth between them.
She drew his prick toward her willing lips and kissed it gently with the succulent folds of flesh. Slashing wildly with her tongue she lathered the surface of his mighty, thick dick head, stabbing at his piss slit with her precious tongue. He groaned in pleasure and ran his mouth over her quaking pit, jamming his tongue along her quivering petals of passion, the swollen lips clutching as the stabbing dart desperately.
Gently he parted the succulent petals and slithered his tongue inside of her hot, moist pit. She screamed in pleasure and bucked her pussy hard against his face, grinding her aching cunt to his eager mouth, forcing him to drive his tongue deeper into her fevered womb.
She groaned wildly as he nibbled on her cunt with his eager teeth and began to pump the marvelous tool of pleasure in and out of her burning cave with a rhythmic force and desire.
"Yes, eat me, eat me," she moaned, rocking from side to side, clasping his head tightly between her thighs. "Eat me, hard! Eat me hard!"
Hungrily she drew her mouth back up along his prick and kissed the angry head passionately. He moaned in delight as she opened the pink, moist petals wide and sucked the tip of his fevered prick between her teeth, locking them tightly around the rim of his helmet.
She sucked deeply on the throbbing shaft and he cried out in intense pleasure as she slowly gathered more and more of his hot, throbbing shaft into the delicate, taut path of her eager throat. Down, down, down went his aching meat, she gulped and sucked on the invading shaft until it was buried to the hilt in her luscious mouth and she was gently pumping her head up and down, riding her teeth along his throbbing flesh.
"Ahh, suck it, baby, suck it," Roger groaned, completely forgetting why he was here. "Suck my prick! Suck it hard and long! Suck it hard!"
He drove his tongue in and out of her cunt with a sort of determined power, now. He was sucking the creamy, thick juice of her passion from her flowing womb and swallowing it hungrily as he pumped the rough point of his tongue along her hot, inner walls. She gasped and sighed with delight as each stroke of the powerful arrow sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through her fevered loins.
She slammed his cock in and out of her gaping mouth faster and faster now. She could feel it growing and feel the aching point of his release, even as her own tortured pussy was getting ready to explode with very delicious pleasure.
She pulled his cock from her mouth and turned his body around, urgently. "Give me your manhood, now," she cried, tugging on his shoulders to bring him up and over her frenzied body. "I need your hard and strong manhood in me now!"
Quickly he lay on top of her, his hard, throbbing prick tapping expectantly at her fluttering, swollen cunt lips. The moist, pliant petals parted willingly and in moments he was slithering the thick, hard head of his cock between them, twisting and turning as he drove his shaft deeper and deeper into her burning tunnel.
She gasped in tight, intense pleasure as he buried his cock in the depths of her steaming cave. She thrust her hips hard against him, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles behind his back.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she groaned, grinding her pussy against him urgently. "Fuck me right now! Hard, hard, hard!"
He drew back and slid his aching tool along her gripping walls then slammed into her forcefully. She sucked in a tortured breath and moaned then drove her cunt against his huge cock with a greedy force. He pulled out once more and them rammed into her again and she screamed in agonized ecstasy.
Slowly they began to rock back and forth on the bed, bucking and thrashing their bodies together in a building rhythm of lust and need. Harder and harder he began to pump his thick, throbbing meat in and out of her burning tunnel. Every stroke he took made them gasp with delight and mash their bellies together in an angry, passionate embrace.
Back and forth they went, harder and harder with every thrusting movement. The burning, undenying power of their growing orgasms tearing their loins apart with hunger and greed.
She felt her loins tightening like a coiled spring and she knew that at any moment she would be bursting with the fiery love of her desire. She ground her hips hard against his thrusting prick and cried out in tortured passion.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she screamed, thrusting her pussy so hard against him that he was almost thrown off of her thrashing body. "I'm, I'm going to come" so good! Ahhh, it is wonderful, wonderful!"
She cried out once more and slammed into him with an overpowering force as he felt her loins exploded with a powerful burst of creamy, fiery liquid that flowed over his driving cock and washed down over his thrusting legs. She bucked and shuddered uncontrollably beneath him as the spasms of lovely climax tore at her fevered womb.
She ground her hips hard against his own and urged him own with her powerful cunt muscles that gripped his plunging rod tightly.
She felt his prick pounding with boiling blood and aching lust and then suddenly her tight, steaming inner walls were seared with a burst of thick, flaming come as he cried out in pleasure and the tortured spasms of orgasm tore through his prick and lathered him with a powerful and painful delight.
They rocked and swayed wildly with each other, smashing into themselves again and again until the last, lingering traces of their lust had been consumed and they lay panting on the bed, trying to regain their strength and composure.
She rolled him off of her and sat up, staring down at him intently, an amused smile on her face. He didn't like the look she was giving him and he blinked his eyes a couple of times as a sudden, heady darkness began to take hold of his mind.
The wine, he thought, frantically. She switched the wine. He rose from the bed and tried to stand but his legs were rubber and the last thing she remembered before tumbling into the black pool of nothingness was her distant, cackling laughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
From far, far away he heard voices. His head pounded as if someone were using it for a practice baseball and slamming it again and again with heavy bats. He moaned softly and opened his eyes. The painful light drove into his brain like a thousand needles and he almost screamed in pain.
"Jesus, this ain't like the movies," he groaned.
He rose up on one arm and looked around, trying to remember where he was. It came back to him quickly and he shook his head to clear the last bit of cobwebs out of it.
He listened again to the voices and strained to make out what they were saying. He could hear Ilsa talking then her heard a familiar voice talking back to her.
"I counted on him being foolish enough to fall for your charms, my dear," the smooth, liquid voice said.
"It was easy," Ilsa chuckled in reply. "He was as weak and foolish as any american male. There are so easy to trap!"
"Well, when he awakes we shall have to speak with him, won't we," Vandam chuckled. "He is still out, isn't he?"
"I just checked, he will be for quite some time I imagine. I don't know if he will be awake before your business is concluded."
"A pity," sighed Vandam. "I rather wanted to question him before we went to work, but, no matter, as long as he is safely in your hands, it can wait."
Roger looked around the room, realizing he was trapped. Quickly he put on his clothes and contemplated making a dash for the door to the hall on the other side of the room. He tiptoed over to the bedroom door, slightly ajar and peered into the living room.
Vandam was standing beside Ilsa and leaning against the apartment door was the huge, menacing figure of Putt. That put an end to that, Roger wasn't about to tangle with the giant if he didn't have to.
He sighed in frustration then noticed the open window. He gently made his way over to it and peered outside. There was a narrow, almost nothing of a ledge running along side of the building. There might be a chance to work his way to another apartment. Chance, nothing, he thought. It's my only choice.
He was about to step out when he heard Vandam mention Nicole's name. He hurried back to the bedroom door and listened with growing terror.
"I'll take care of her after tonight, have no fear," he was telling a worried Ilsa. "She is safely tucked away in the usual place. Once this other business is concluded, I will attend to her. Now let us have a spot of wine while "we wait for our friend in the bedroom to wake up, shall we?"
Roger backed away from the door, his heart pounding rapidly. They had Nicole! His belly churned and he had to breath deeply a couple of times to steady himself. He peered out the window, down the long ten stories to the street below. Gulping a couple of times, he gingerly stepped out onto the ledge.
The wind was whipping around the building wildly and he almost lost his grip as he slowly worked his way down the long, narrow slip of concrete. He was never more frightened in his life and the panic was riding steadily beneath the surface of his calm. It took all his will not to lose control and it seemed to take forever just to make a few steps.
With an agonizing slowness he inched his way past a tightly locked apartment window. He tapped with his foot and realized to his terror that he would never be able to break the glass. He was trapped on the ledge and he did not know what to do.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a whipping of curtains a little further on and he moved gently toward them. Finally he realized that a window was open and he reached the open place and tumbled into the hallway, breathing frantically, the fear finally released from him.
After a few moments he quietly made his way back to Ilsa's door and waited. In a minute or two he heard shouts of alarm in the room and he hid himself around the corner after having pressed the down button in the elevator. He watched as Vandam and Putt emerged from the apartment and impatiently waited for another elevator to arrive.
"Be ready to leave when I call," Vandam hissed at Ilsa and then he climbed about the elevator with Putt.
Before Ilsa could shut the door, Roger leaped across the hall and shoved his way into the apartment. "Where are they keeping her," he cried, wrapping his fingers around her throat. "Tell me fast, you bitch! Tell me!"
"In ... in ... an unused storage room underneath the Monument," the woman gasped. "They're going to the Monument!"
"What are they up to, talk, damn you," Roger cried, tightening his grip on her throat.
"They're going to assassinate the President of Zambozia," she moaned, feeling her life slipping away under his frenzied grip. "They are having a huge gathering for him and they are going to kill him!"
Roger cocked his fist and hit her hard on the temple. She groaned quietly and passed out. He quickly tied her to a chair and rushed out of the apartment.
He hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to the Washington Monument, overriding the man's protests that the traffic would be murder with the promise of a big tip if he got him somewhere close to the structure.
There was no use calling the police, they would only lock him up and then by the time they knew what was happening, Vandam would be long gone. Roger bit his nails as they rode along, the sweat pouring from him. He only had minutes, he realized.
The traffic grew more and more snarled as they drew near to the huge crowd and finally the driver could go no further. He slowed to a stop and Roger tossed him a twenty and jumped from the cab.
He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, moving slowly, achingly toward the front. He could hear the President of the United States speaking warmly of the African leader who had brought peace to his land and Roger's eyes searched the crowd for a sign of Vandam or Putt.
He spied a slightly cracked door at the base of the monument and he rushed past the police into the building. The cops shouted for him to halt as he tore down the stairs to the basement. He began banging on the doors, smashing them with his fists, shouting out Nicole's name.
He heard no answer and his eyes swept the bank of elevators that lead to the viewing tower at the top of the magnificent spire. He saw one elevator making its way to the top and he quickly punched all the up buttons until another opened.
Half a dozen cops rushed to the elevator door as it slammed shut and Roger was quickly on his way to the top. He gulped and felt his ears pop as he went up, up up and in moments was facing the gallery chamber, high above the city.
In front of him, cowering on the floor was Nicole, dressed in a ratty bathrobe. Beside her, pointing out the window was Vandam and Putt stood with a high-powered rifle at his chest, about to kneel.
"Nicole, run," Roger shouted, moving toward her.
The girl jumped to her feet and Vandam and Putt turned around. Roger grabbed her arm and pulled he toward the elevator but Vandam pushed them out of the way. "Kill them," he hissed as the door shut on him and he made his way back down.
Spying a set of stairs leading upward, Roger pulled the girl along as Putt fired two hasty shots at them. The gun jammed and the huge giant tossed it aside, hurrying after them.
Slowly Roger and Nicole made their way to the top of the stairs. It lead to the outside of the monument, to the large, tall radio tower shooting up to the sky. There were a series of safety ladders around the peak and Roger looked back, seeing Putt emerge from the door and he yanked Nicole toward him.
The girl lost her footing and screamed, sliding down a few rungs of the ladder until she got her grip and hung over the lip of the massive building. Roger worked his way down to her, his heart pounding with fear.
"I can't hold on much longer," she gasped, her fingers growing wet with sweat. "Roger, help me, help me!"
Inching his way down Roger gulped and moaned and clasped his hand around the girl's wrist. He began pulling on her almost dead-weight, groaning with the effort.
"Come on, darling," he hissed. "Come on, push, push, push!"
He was holding on with his other hand to the rung of the ladder and Putt grinned wickedly, moving over to where Roger .was holding on. He stared down at Roger's gripping hand and gently put his foot over the clasped fingers.
As he bore down, the pain shot through Roger's hand with an intensity he knew he could not bear much longer. Putt smiled happily as he ground his heel over Roger's bruised knuckles.
Nicole wrapped her fingers around another rung of the ladder and hooked her legs around the bottom one. "I've got it, darling," she gasped. "I've got it!"
Just then three policeman burst from the open door and shouted at the three people at the lip of the building. Putt turned his head in their direction and Roger let go Of Nicole's wrist and smashed his fist into the giant's leg. Putt gave out a surprised squeal and shifted on his feet. His legs slipped from the rung and he fell backward, tumbling and flying into the air and plunging out of sight, totally with a single, horrifying shocked cry of alarm. He didn't know what had hit him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Slowly Nicole made her way up and over the edge of the bed. She giggled happily as Roger pulled her the rest of the way over him. She smiled as he kissed her lips and she pushed him backward on to the gently swaying bed that rocked with the rhythm of the moving train.
"I don't know what your parents are going to think of me," he said. "Getting you involved in all this danger."
"Not to mention the dirty stuff," she laughed, quietly, slithering her darling, pink tongue between his teeth and fluttering her succulent lips over his. "Don't worry, darling," she whispered erotically. "They just love all american heros!"-
He groaned with a mixture of passion and distate for her description of him and wrapped his arm around her warm, trembling body.
She sighed contently as he cupped her soft, spongy breasts with his hands. Tenderly he squeezed and kneaded her aching mounds, quivering with anticipation Under the sheer fabric of her nightie.
She rocked from side to side as she felt his mouth searching killing hers, their loving tongues entwining passionate as his eager fingers slithered down over her belly to the short hem of her gown. She gasped as he slipped his hand underneath the short outfit and danced his fingers over her bare inner thighs and her damp, naked pussy.
"Ohhh, darling," she moaned happily. "This is going to be an even better train ride than before!"
He chuckled wickedly and slithered his fingers up and down along her throbbing pussy lips. The moist, fluttering petals seemed to spring to life under his urgent attention and she sighed softly, rocking her pussy back and forth over the seeking digits "Ahh, you're such a sweet, sweet girl," he whispered, his mouth kissing her creamy, elegant neck. "I love the way you get warm and moist at a moment's notice!"
She giggled happily and slithered her fingers down over his naked chest and underneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His semi-erect prick grew hard as a rock as she curled her fingers around it and he moaned in pleasure as she gripped it tightly in her slender fingers and gave it a loving squeeze.
He took his free hand and pushed her nightie up to her shoulders, baring her luscious, creamy globes. Gently he rolled the palm of his hand back and forth over the delicious spheres, thrilling to the way they jiggled enticingly under his caress and the tiny, pink nipples grew as stiff as two pebbles when his palm rode over them.
She shivered and sighed and pressed her body tightly to his. He squeezed her sweet boob roughly in his hand and ran his mouth over her creamy, moist flesh, lifting the precious tit to his lips and kissing it greedily.
"Oh, I love it when you kiss my breasts," she cooed with pleasure. "I just love that!"
He rolled his tongue over a single, quivering nipple and sucked the sweet stone into his mouth. He chewed hungrily on her warm, luscious flesh and lathered the tender bud with his harsh, seeking dart.
She gasped in delight and began to pump her sweet, soft fingers up and down on his hard prick, pulling it from left to right, making him groan and sigh with every determined stroke she took.
Slowly his other hand began to make lazy circles around her palpitating pussy lips. The soft, pliant petals parted and came together against his sliding digits and the moist, creamy juice of her desire quickly coating his urgent fingers with a thick film of her love.
"That's it, darling, that's it," she whispered in his ear, bucking her hot womb against his hand. "Oooo, that feels so good, Roger! That feels so good!"
Gently he parted the creamy folds of flesh and slithered his fingers inside of her. She groaned in delight and bucked her pussy hard against the invading spears. He rolled them back and forth against the taut, hot walls of her pussy and gentle spasms of pleasure rippled through her loins in a frenzy of delight.
She drove her tiny hand up and down on his cock, faster and faster and he bucked wildly under her riding digits as he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of the hot, wet cave.
"Ohh, yeah, baby, oh, yeah," he groaned as her lovely little hand powered along the length of his aching, throbbing prick. "That's how you do it, that's how you do it so well! Ohhh, fucking yeah!"
She giggled happily, rolling her pussy back and forth over his driving fingers, bucking her precious little ass up and down on the narrow bed as his mouth lathered and kissed her throbbing tits.
Urgently she forced his hard, aching cock between her legs. She felt the thrill of his burning, thick head pressing against her thigh and she frantically pushed his hand out of the way and pulled his hard meat to the entrance of her burning tunnel.
"Put it in me, now, Roger," she begged loudly. "Put you cock in me now, darling, right now!"
He laughed with delight and gently parted her throbbing, swollen petals of passion. She gasped as she felt the stiff, massive spear slithering past her damp, trembling flesh, slowly grinding its way deeper into the taut, narrow chamber of her luscious womb.
He groaned as he felt her strong, urgent cunt muscles locking around his invading shaft. The working organs gripped him tightly and seemed to pull his prick along, sucking more and more of him inside.
Slowly he drove the length of his pounding shaft to the depths of her darling cave and lay there for a moment, his chest pressing hard against her creamy, soft breasts, his mouth kissing her deeply.
"Fuck me, Roger," she moaned passionately, thrusting her hips against his buried cock. "Fuck me, Roger, fuck me hard!"
He moaned with pleasure and slithered his prick three-quarters of the way out of her. He rocked from side to side then gently slid it back along her taut, hot tunnel. She moaned in delight and thrust her cunt tightly against him. Gently he began to pump the huge, hot spear in and out of her pussy with increasing speed.
She threw her legs up over his shoulders and rolled on her back, giving him all the room he needed to attack her willing cave. He rose up on his knees and drove the stiff, quaking cock in and out of the steaming pit with a wild frenzy of agonized desire.
Harder and harder he slammed his eager meat into her luscious pit. She screamed in delight and pleasure with each powerful stroke he took, her darling body shuddering uncontrollably as he rammed into her again and again.
Back and forth the riding shaft plunged to the depths of her slippery, steaming hole. His balls were slapping against her wildly and his legs trembled with. the intensity of the sensations that their fucking was giving him.
The heat of their excited bodies filled the room and sound of screaming passion that was driving through them made them gasp and moan with aching delight. Harder and harder they drove at each other, the frenzied power of their love and passion turning the small compartment into a holocaust of lust.
Nearer and nearer they came to the moment of aching agony. She shook violently and rocked and moaned. She drove her darling cunt hard against his throbbing manhood, thrilling to the powerful way it seemed to fill her aching pussy completely.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she screamed, feeling the pain of the hot moment arriving, "I'm going to come right now darling, right now!"
"Darling, darling, Nicole," he groaned, his voice tight and husky with the agony and desire of his approaching release.
"Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus," he gasped and the fiery heat seared his loins. "We're going to come together, darling," he cried out in passion. "We're coming together so good right now!"
Suddenly there was a screaming flame that licked wickedly at their pounding organs. Both of their loins burst with a rippling explosion of delight. The thick, aching rivers of passion began to spill out of them. Their throbbing bodies were being flooded with wave upon wave of delicious pleasure. They rocked and bucked, shaking the tiny compartment even more than the rolling sway of the moving train did.
Again and again they slammed together, as the undulating spasms of pleasure continued to assault them. They locked their arms around each other tightly, driving their flesh together over and over as he spurt fiery blasts of thick come from his engorged prick that mixed and entwined with the steaming rivers of liquid love that were bursting from her own, overflowing womb. Again and again they attacked each other. They thought of nothing now, not the painful, frightening events of the past, nor what might happen to them in the future. Nothing mattered at this moment except the wonderful, lovely warmth was that searing their loins and overwhelming them with its power and passion and the exquisite fact of their passion for each other.
Outside, the train sped on into the night, its whistle echoing their contented cries of pleasure and love as it headed on toward their final spasms and new beginnings.
