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CHAPTER EIGHT

As Carlo walked toward the apartment he shared with Nino, he reflected on the afternoon's tour. As he had expected, it had proved fruitful. Of the eighteen girls he had quickly picked out two: fourteen-year-old Sharon, a slender blonde with a boy's hips and small pointy breasts; and sixteen-year-old Connie, a precocious redhead with the full figure of a mature woman. The rest had been easy.

As the tour had progressed, it became clear that Sharon and Connie were the leaders of a small clique of six or seven girls. They were very interested in Carlo, almost suffocating him with their attention. Dutifully he had droned on with information, pretending not to notice the frenetic flirting. He had been pleased to see that the girls were obviously piqued by his apparently disinterested attitude.

But his opening had not come until they were back at the hotel. As he was leaving Mr. and Mrs. Clark's room after planning the next days tour, one of the hallway doors opened and a finger beckoned. Carlo recognized the giggle coming through the half-opened door. It was Connie.

Eight girls were sprawled around the room. They were in varying stages of undress, supposedly getting ready for dinner. It seemed that Connie had been elected spokeswoman for the group.

"Carlo," she said as soon as he entered the room, "we want to ask you something. Can you tell us where we can go to have some fun in this dump? We're sick and tired of this ten o'clock bedtime deal. Anyone would think we were kids! Aren't there any nightclubs or something?"

Carlo lounged against the door, looking slowly around the room. Then he started talking. The situation was tailor-made for him.

Making the necessary arrangements with the girls had been easy. His only problem had been holding them back until the next night. They'd wanted to go right away. But now it was all laid on the line. The following evening, the girls would pretend to go to bed as usual, after dinner. Once they were sure Mr. and Mrs. Clark were out of the way, they'd sneak out of the hotel. Carlo would be waiting for them outside. He had promised them a party they would never forget…

The party though would take considerable planning and there were many telephone calls to be made. He would make them from the apartment, even though this was Nino's night.

He quickened his pace, knowing he had to reach the apartment before Nino. According to their agreement, Carlo had no right to it tonight, should not even be near it! It was one of their strictest rules, one he, himself, had absolutely insisted on. Now he was going to be the first to break it.

But it's important, he argued with himself! If I don't make the calls immediately, it will be too late. I must speak to Marceau tonight. And the Count. And everyone else. The apartment is the only place I dare use.

And anyway, he mused, Nino would probably be late. The way his friend went about working an a girl, he might not get her to the apartment until after midnight. Meanwhile, all that was necessary was a half hour on the telephone. Nothing else!

As he walked, Carlo wondered whether he might not claim one of the school girls for himself. They were attractive, sexy little things. They knew how to arouse a man. At that age they did it instinctively and were exciting in bed without being blase about it.

The pleasure of taking a young girl was something Carlo had not experienced for many months. Not since the summer before, in fact. There had been hundreds of other women in the interim, naturally, almost all of them older than Carlo. There had also been several men, but a job is a job.

The party he was about to organize should be very interesting. The Italian youth was entirely absorbed in his plans by the time he hurriedly opened the street door and strode swiftly through the hall, taking the stairs three at a time. He was so anxious to get to the telephone that he completely forgot to check on the prearranged signal – the open mailbox door which showed whether the apartment was already occupied.

It was not until he reached the apartment landing that he remembered he hadn't checked the mailbox, but by that time he was already inside the door. It was dark in the narrow hallway, but the worried youth didn't need the light. There were two doors leading off the corridor, one at the far end and one on the left-hand side. Both were shut, and no light filtered into the passage. Carlo breathed a sigh of relief. Nino and his girl had not yet arrived.

In two strides, Carlo reached the door on the left, opening into the kitchen. He went straight to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer, snapped off the cap and poured out a glassful. He drained the beer in a couple of gulps, then refilled the glass. He felt hot and thirsty.

The kitchen was large, simply furnished and had the bleak look common to rooms that are seldom used. A wooden table and four chairs stood under the window. Carlo could not remember a meal ever having been eaten there.

Carrying his glass of beer in one hand, Carlo went back into the hall and then through the second door. This led into a room twice the size of the kitchen, it was furnished as a living room but also served as a bedroom. A double bed was concealed in a piece of furniture that looked like a sideboard and book-shelf unit. There were also three small easy chairs, two large leather armchairs, a velour-covered divan, a bureau, two leather hassocks, a couple of occasional tables and a massive, highly polished wardrobe that dominated one entire wall.

Light came into the room through the long windows in the far wall. A red velvet curtain hung in one corner; behind the curtain another door led into a gold-tiled bathroom.

A magazine lay on one of the small tables; several ashtrays needed emptying. The cushions on the divan were rumpled. The room was definitely not tidy. Yet, cluttered as it was, it did not really look as if it were lived in. It had the atmosphere of temporary usefulness.

Carlo glanced at his watch. Christ! It was seven-thirty. He would have to hurry if he was to get out before Nino arrived. Pulling a key ring out of his hip pocket, he selected the smallest key and fitted it into the lock of the bureau. After taking a leather-covered notebook from inside, he carefully relocked the bureau again.

He sat down beside the cane table on which the telephone stood. "Verner, Verner," he muttered, as he thumbed hastily through his notebook. "Ah." He started dialing a seven-digit number.

"Hello?"

Carlo recognized the voice of Nick, Marceau's valet.

"This is Carlo," he announced himself. "Is Marceau there?"

The valet told him to wait, and it was a full five minutes before Marceau came on the line. Carlo had counted every precious minute on his watch. The conversation began with polite inquires about health, followed by a rundown on the latest San Francisco gossip. The anxious youth contained himself patiently. After several more minutes of social chitchat, he felt the moment was appropriate to broach the subject of the young girls.

"It's a little difficult for me to arrange the party here," Marceau objected at once, as Carlo had known he would.

Carlo ignored the objection.

"There is a young blonde," he murmured softly. "She is barely fourteen, so slim and fair and so fragile…"

"But tomorrow night?" Marceau grumbled pettishly. "Couldn't you have given me more notice?"

"She is a virgin," Carlo went on. "There are others, too. One with hair to her waist and the figure of a child…"

There was a pause. Marceau spoke again, in a slightly thickened tone.

"You realize it's not convenient for me." He cleared his throat, "A blonde did you say? Ah! I need time, you understand. I'll call you back. You seem to think I can arrange a party at a moments notice and entirely at your convenience. I'm a busy man, you know, my responsibilities."

Carlo held the receiver away from his ear; he had heard all these complaints many times before. While Marceau grumbled unconvincingly, the young Italian was already checking through his book for the phone number of the Count. As soon as the aging playboy rang off, he dialed the other number.

The conversation was short and satisfactory. The Count was enchanted to hear from Carlo. A party thrown by Marceau Verner? For a group of young girls? But how delightful! Very young girls? The Count would never forgive himself for not taking the opportunity to pay his respects.

"You'll come alone?" asked Carlo, holding the telephone in one hand while lighting a fresh cigarette with the other.

"Yes. That is – no, no, no." The Count sounded confused. "I have a house guest. From back east. That is all right?"

"Fine." All Carlo wanted to do was finish the call. He didn't care whether or not the Count brought his house guest to the party. "Male or female?" he asked.

"Male."

"Fine."

The phone call finally came to an end. Carlo stubbed out his cigarette and immediately lit another. He needed to think carefully for a moment or two. Who else should be invited? Marceau always insisted that his little "parties" should be at least outwardly respectable. Which meant that some women had to be included on the guest list. And some young men. Well, Benito would do for one. Then there'd be himself and… and maybe Nino. Sure, Nino! It would serve him right. As for the women… Maria Accari was an old friend of both Marceau and the Count, so she should be invited. She'd probably bring her young friend Sue along.

Again, Carlo checked his watch. It was eight-fifteen. He considered for a moment. If he remained in the apartment any longer, he would really be pushing his luck. On the other hand the phone calls had to be made at once. He grabbed the receiver off the hook. As he began dialing, he said a silent prayer that Nino was taking things slow and easy.

Half a dozen calls later, the boy stubbed out another cigarette and stood up with a sigh of relief, fully satisfied with the arrangements. He glanced at his watch. It was eight-forty-five.

He pushed the notebook into his jacket pocket. He would not bother unlocking the bureau again. The cigarette smoke didn't matter – the apartment usually smelled of stale smoke. It was unlikely that anyone would notice the traces of his visit.

He was halfway across the living room when a sudden noise made him stop in his tracks. There were footsteps on the landing outside the apartment. He froze, waiting. A key was being turned in the lock of the apartment door! There was a pause… then the sound of Nino's voice came from the far end of the hall.

Sonofabitch! This was bad. Carlo hesitated for only a fraction of a second, but he felt as though he stood, poised, listening and waiting, for an eternity. As his thoughts raced, two salient points were firm in his mind. Nino would be furious if he discovered that Carlo had used the apartment out of turn. Secondly, Carlo's presence might well ruin his friend's whole setup. Nino had told Elaine the apartment was his own bachelor pad; Carlo knew that for a fact. He also knew Elaine was a rich girl. There was only one thing he could do to salvage the situation. He had to hide.

As Nino and Elaine stepped into the hall, Carlo acted swiftly. Two silent steps brought him to the outsized wardrobe. He turned the old-fashioned brass handle and thanked God that the huge doors didn't squeak as they opened. He stepped into the darkness and quickly pulled the doors closed behind him. In the musky black interior of the old wardrobe, all he could hear at first was the thumping of his own heart.

"Oh, but it's a cute place!"

Elaine's exclamation carried quite clearly inside the wardrobe. Instinctively, Carlo turned his head toward the sound of her voice. To his surprise, he found that his hiding place gave him a good view of the lighted room. There was a wide gap where the two wardrobe doors no longer fitted together perfectly. It was wide enough to make him wonder for a moment whether the boy and girl could see in as well as he could see out. Common sense reassured him. He was safe enough, provided he kept quiet.

"You like my apartment?" Nino asked.

"Mmmm, yes. It has great possibilities," Elaine said thoughtfully. "The furnishings don't look quite right, somehow, but if someone took an interest in the decor…"

The young blonde was standing in the middle of the room, looking around her. She was in Carlo's direct line of new. When Nino appeared by her side and put his arm around her waist, she did not resist him.

Carlo found he had enough room to sit down. He lowered himself cautiously, making no sound. When he was comfortably settled, he peered out again.

He appraised the girl as she stood across the room from him, totally unaware of his scrutiny. Nino had switched on one of the lamps; in its light, Elaine's pale-blonde hair gleamed softly. It hung straight to her shoulders, shaking like a silken curtain with every movement of her head. Her skin looked almost translucent in the artificial light.

Nino pulled her closer to him.

"You are very beautiful," he said simply, gazing into her upturned face with a look of utmost sincerity.

She's ready for a fucking all right, thought Carlo, observing the flush of excitement across the girl's cheeks and the brilliant blue of her eyes. He saw her wetly parted lips open.

"No, Nino," she whispered. Her hand pushed feebly at his chest. "No, no…" Her whisper was almost inaudible.

In answer, Nino gripped her more tightly. He bent his head and kissed her full upturned mouth. Carlo watched as the sensually beautiful girl made one last attempt to pull away before she abandoned herself to Nino's embrace. She rose on tiptoe, and her ripely voluptuous body arched backward as the Italian boy bore down on her. His hand groped roughly for her straining upthrust breast; Carlo saw his fingers spread greedily across it.

Suddenly, Elaine twisted violently away from him. She was breathing hard and trembling; unsteadily, she moved back and sank onto the divan behind her. She buried her face in her hands; there was a sound of muffled sobs.

Nino's eyes narrowed as he stood looking at her. Then he took a deep breath and sat beside her on the couch. Gently, very gently, he took her hands away from her face.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Please, Nino. I don't want… I don't know…" Elaine's voice trailed away. She seemed close to hysteria.

"I love you, Elaine," the boy softly murmured. He dropped a kiss into the palm of her hand. "I love you because you are so beautiful and so wonderful. You are the most wonderful girl I have ever met in my whole life."

From his hiding place, Carlo saw the young divorcee's body begin to relax at the words. Her face became calmer.

"But… you hardly know me… How can you know? How can you tell if you love me?"

He smiled, and put his arm around her again. After a moment, she lay passively against him.

"I knew from the first time I saw you," he said.

Her blue eyes stared into his face.

"Me, too," she breathed, her lush young body quivering with a rapidly growing desire. She closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her again.

As Nino bent over her, he could see the curve of her thick lashes against her delicate skin. For the first time that evening, he was touched by genuine emotion. Then his lips met hers and he forgot everything except that his physical desire for this blonde girl overwhelmed every other consideration.

His tongue swam into her mouth, and he felt her tongue, trembling, fleeing before his onslaught. Then, imperceptibly at first, she began to respond. The low moan was wrenched from the depths of her soul, and her arms snaked around his shoulders pulling him in closer to her. Their tongues fought a pitched battle for supremacy, then she acknowledged defeat and permitted his tongue to move in and out of her mouth as though it were some incredibly small, overly excited penis.

The darkly handsome youth began using his hands to stroke her back. At first he concentrated on a point just above and inward from the shoulder blades – where he knew the erogenous breastbands lay. Then he moved down to a point on the back just above the soft fullness of her smoothly rounded buttocks – massaging gently, kneading with his fingertips.

She began trembling and moaning low in her throat as Nino's hungrily searching hands moved freely over her back. It was not until he cupped her right breast in his palm that she tried to pull away and protest. The objection lasted less than twenty seconds, and then she seemed to move in even closer to him. During it all their tongues played – chasing, darting, hiding, stroking each other. The youth's left hand moved gently up the back of her dress and found the zipper. He tugged at it, and the soft whisper was lost in her moan. Using his left hand only, he expertly unsnapped her brassiere. She stiffened when she felt the sudden release of pressure against her breasts, and attempted to shake her head. He, however, paid no heed to her unspoken protest. Quickly, as though he were unwrapping a priceless artifact, he peeled the thin cotton material from her left shoulder. The dress now hung suspended by her left breast and her right shoulder. Then, and only then, did his mouth leave hers.

"Nino… we can't…" she began, but then closed her eyes in rapture as his tongue began tracing a wild pattern of sensation down her neck and across her shoulder. Lower, lower his mouth moved until he felt her bra cup against his chin. He simply reached up and pulled it loose. Her creamy breast, like a fully ripened melon, was there before his eyes. In the middle of the areola, her erect nipple stood like a bulging brown ivory tower. With a loud groan of hunger, his voracious mouth fastened itself moistly on the succulent mound of flesh. His groan was echoed by her moan, and tremulously, her hands came up and cupped his head, holding it there in reverence and unconcealed pleasure.

"Nino… oh, Nino," she said, over and over again as his teeth nibbled at the nipple, and his mouth and tongue played havoc with the passion-inflamed nerve ends. After a moment, he reached up with his other hand and slowly pulled down the right cup. His devouring mouth moved over to that side, leaving the left tit shining with his saliva. Now Elaine's dress was held up only by her right shoulder, and she made only a token protest when he slipped the dress all the way down to her waist. Both shoulders were bare and her magnificent naked breasts were revealed to his eyes.

Abruptly, his mouth left her nipples and worked its way upward once more. They kissed savagely, and her own hunger was so great that her teeth actually bit into his lips.

Then, suddenly, Elaine felt his hands move away from her body. "What? What…" she began, stifling a plea to come back. She opened her eyes and saw Nino standing in front of her. Her gaze locked on the huge bulge in his pants where his massively aroused penis raged against its confinement.

"Stand up," he said.

"What?" She didn't understand.

"Stand up, baby. I'm going to undress you."

Her breath caught at this unexpected command, then – actually blushing because she was going to have to be a willing participant and net a passive one – she started up from the couch. When she stood fully erect, her dress – already off both shoulders, fell in a heap on the floor. Her naked breasts were there, shining in tie half-light; and her black panties were rolled halfway down over her smooth alabaster hips.

Nino gazed at her. She had an absolutely incredible body! Nothing he had ever seen before could top this – maybe one or two of the Forth Beach dancers he had fucked could come close to matching the body, but never before this combination of body and face. His voice surprised him; it sounded alien, hoarse, all choked up with desire, when he said, "My God, you're beautiful!" He took a step forward, kneeled in front of her and, with one quick sure motion, peeled her little black bikini panties down to her ankles. He gently lifted her right leg, then her left, disengaging her feet from the panties, before tossing the nylon undergarment on the couch.

His eyes focused on the nylon hosiery held up by the garterbelt and he decided to leave the stockings and belt on her; the nylons would feel tremendously sensual against his own bare buttocks when she wrapped those long satiny legs around him. Still kneeling before her, he looked up… up… up, past the tops of the nylon hosiery, and saw and smelled the enticing female aroma coming from the softly pouting lips of her cunt… all pink and shining from her oozing vaginal lubricant. He thought about eating her pussy while she was standing, but some instinct told him to wait until he got her lying flat on the couch. Even though he had made the decision, he still found himself raining kisses on her nylon-encased legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.

Elaine stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her entire love-hungry young body with each kiss he planted on her nylons. She could feel the heat of his lips through the material of the hosiery could feel the cool rush of air playing over her bare buttocks and breasts. For some reason or other, she felt deliciously lewd, just standing here wearing only garter belt and stockings. But then she forgot everything when his hot lips came into contact with the nude flesh above the top of her nylons. He rained kisses on both thighs and used his tongue to lick the sleek inner part of her thighs from just above the point where the stockings ended to… to… She stiffened as his lips suddenly leapt from thigh to navel. A wild, never before experienced excitement began to burn in her. His kisses were traveling over abdomen to hips and he was gently tugging at her figure to turn her around… obediently she turned, and now his lips were moving over the lower part of her back… and then to her slightly trembling buttocks.

His lips and kisses on her bare flesh had started things happening in her body. She could actually feel her vagina contracting and releasing, push and pull, in a violent rhythm of love… as if his penis were actually in there moving in and out. Her full ripe breasts had begun to ache, and her body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Elaine had never felt so weak. So helpless before in her life. She stood there, waiting for whatever was to happen next, as Nino's hungry lips left her buttocks and he stood upright. The young Italian put his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her to face him again. Their mouths came together hungrily, and his tongue tucked in and out of her mouth rapaciously. Then, still French-kissing, he eased her down onto the couch. She sat, then lay back, face up, as Nino put her legs in the position he wanted them, with one leg on the floor and the other bent at the knee and pressed against the back of the couch.

The young blonde divorcee lay there, mesmerized, as the darkly handsome youth quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and undershorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed lust. Her eyes traveled down from handsome face to broad muscular shoulders, and flat belly, and… and…

The thick rigid penis stood out proudly, like a king's scepter, from his curly patch of black hair. Even as she watched it, it jerked as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge, lust-bloated head seemed to throb with an unbelievable life of its own.

"Do you like it, baby?" Nino asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the black velour couch… as though she were trying to grind the material into her buttocks. "Christ," he thought, "the way she's looking at my cock almost makes me think she wants to suck it off."

"Yes… oh, yes," she moaned. "I like it. It's… beautiful."

Nino knew he was going to worm his tongue up into that delectable young pussy before he shoved his cock into it, and he deliberated the possibilities of a sixty-nine. But again, his sure, infallible instincts told him that such a thing might be a little premature; later, definitely! But she'd have to be brought along. He just couldn't understand it. What kind of a man had she been worried to? He'd probably never gone down on her… and, if I'm right, never had her sucking on his cock, even though she looks starved for it.

Elaine was beginning to feel the fires of impatience when she saw the boy lower himself onto the couch beside her. His bare hip touched her naked rib cage and she jumped as if seared by a hot brand. His head dipped once again to her fevered breasts. She groaned as he took first one nipple, then the other, into his voracious mouth. He licked and bit and sucked until Elaine wanted to scream out in ecstatic delight. Waves of pure sensation rippled throughout her entire body, and she could feel it from the tips of her jutting nipples to the tips of her toes.

Now Nino's head dipped lower, as he used his tongue to sketch a portrait of lust between her rapidly heaving breast and navel. He kissed and sucked and gently bit at the hotly sensitive areas where the hipbone serves as an anchor for supple flesh that flares out to become globes of the buttocks, and his warm wet kisses rained over the sides of her naked young buttocks.

Then abruptly, she was aware that his tongue and mouth were coming back again to the front, and that he had moved down until he was kneeling between her outspread thighs. His tongue flicked once at her navel, then drew a straight uninterrupted line to her sparse, softly curling pubic hair. He breathed hotly into the softness of the golden pelt; it was at that moment Elaine first realized what Nino was going to do next and knew the throbbing target of his fevered lips and tongue.

"No," she said, and attempted to sit upright. "No… that's wrong." It was terribly wrong what he was about to do… perverted, dirty!

Nino heard her words; they sounded sincere, and that caused him to grin inwardly because he knew now, positively, that her husband had never done this to her… for if he had gone down on her, she wouldn't be protesting; she would know how wonderful it was! He remained where he was, kneeling between her widespread legs, his fingers digging into the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. His eyes paid homage to the wonderful little mouth of sex, all pink and oozing love from the pair of cuntal lips pulsating gently on either side of it. It was the shrine, he the pilgrim who had traveled a long distance to pay homage.

"No… Nino… please… please…" she moaned. "You can't…"

"I can, baby. Just lie there. I want to do this for you. This is one of the most exquisite things a woman can feel. Lie there, let me do the work for a minute. I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy. Oh, if you only knew how beautiful your little cunt is, how I've wanted to do this for you. I'm going to lick and suck at your clitoris; you'll scream with joy. I'm going to bury my tongue deep into your pussy… and I'm going to suck and lick until you cum."

The salacious words and what they implied, the visual imagery of what was about to happen, caused the love-starved young blonde to begin shaking with a wanton, uncontrollable desire. She was about to permit a degenerate act to be done to her down there between her helplessly open legs… not only permit it, but knowingly encourage it to be done because her body was crying out for it. She knew that her pelvis had felt as though it were about to rise eagerly toward his lips at any minute. Shame, guilt, fear… all disappeared under the tidal wave of shameless lust. Nothing mattered any more. She wanted him to do it. His words had set fires in her loins, fires that rapidly roared out of control and vaporized willpower and conscience. She had never felt so completely at the mercy of a man before. She would consent to anything. Anything! Just so long as he did what he said he was going to do… as long as he gave her relief and joy and happiness.

"Oh, Nino…" she whispered, then lay back, feeling the velour scratching against her bare shoulders and tickling the inner crevice of her buttocks. There was a movement on the couch, then the Italian youth said, "Lift your hips." Eyes closed, she followed orders and felt a large pillow being shoved under her buttocks. Almost immediately, he began showering her belly with wildly fervent kisses. His hot mouth moved up again to her feverishly straining breasts then to her rib cage; his tongue flicked and quivered all over her upper torso. The naked young divorcee was about to go out of her mind with lust. Her hips had begun grinding a lewdly sensuous circle around and around on the pillow, and her head started lolling from side to side. Finally, in a voice she hardly recognized as her own, she moaned, begging, "Do it… do it to me… please…"

"Do what?" Nino asked, watching her lust contorted face, feeling his cock about to explode from excitement. Christ, she was really turned on now… she was about to fly right off the couch, and he hadn't even started the preliminaries.

"Lick me… like you said," Elaine whimpered and then sobbed in shame.

Grinning in triumph, the boy moved slowly and tantalizingly down her abdomen again. He was deliberately tormenting her, turning her heat up higher and higher. Her pelvis was making little up-and-down motions as though it were blindly seeking something. Finally, not even he could stand the sweet torment any longer, so he roughly spread her thighs even further apart, used his thumbs to separate her soft, hair-fringed vaginal lips, and then without warning savagely rammed his tongue deep into her hotly quivering cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Elaine screamed as the sleek hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands cruelly grasped his hair, as if attempting to rip it out by the roots, and seemingly tried to pull his tongue his nose, his entire face deeper, ever deeper, into her cock-starved vaginal cavity. She heard herself screaming incoherently, babbling. Above the sound of her wanton voice urging him on, she kept thinking, "Oh, my God! How beautiful, how exquisite! Why hasn't this happened to me before? Why? Why? Why? It feels so… so… wonder… fulllllll."

Nino continued his voracious sucking and tonguing of her moistly quivering pussy, his hands slipping up over her belly to her taut moon-shaped breasts once more, cupping and squeezing the bulging creamy flesh continuously while his mouth and tongue slaved away over her torridly rippling vagina.

The vacuum created by Nino's voraciously sucking mouth made obscene noises that seemed to fill the room, and Elaine reacted to the lewd sound as if it were the music of love – as, indeed, it was. Now that the boy's wildly searching tongue had scoured the pussy sheath, it began to seek the tiny, pulsating bud of her neglected clitoris.

Elaine shrieked with obscenely growing pleasure when he took the little budded nerve ending between his teeth and held it captive as his tongue made wicked, ecstatic little circles around and around it.

Elaine's head had begun to flail in total abandonment from side to side; her hips were thrashing up and down – around and around – as she sought to bring other erotic nerve endings into play with his tongue.

Nino made an elongated oval of his mouth and began to suck with tremendous pressure, all the while moving his tongue downward along the fevered, incredibly smooth slit. He licked from clitoris to a point close to the anus, feeling the soft curling pubic hair teasing against his lips and cheeks, tasting the bittersweet honey of her feminine secretions and the slightly saline perspiration that brought a tantalizing sheen to her buttocks.

Elaine's wails of delight had become continuous now; she no longer attempted to make sense… no longer could make sense… unintelligible moans, groans, mewls, and grunts came babbling out her throat. During it all her mind was screaming, "Wonderful… oh, God! So… beautiful… so bea… uuuuu… teeee… ful." And, suddenly, somewhere in the far-off limits of her consciousness, she was aware of a velvet electricity building up and moving, quietly and unobtrusively, warm and vibrant. She arched her body up, seeking to intensify that electrical feeling.

From his place of concealment, in the closet, Carlo could see Elaine's face flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing rapture in her quest for fulfillment; although he prided himself in his monumental self-control, he had an erection that would have done justice to a stallion.

As Elaine ground her pussy greedily up against his face, Nino heard the sound of her breathing increase in tempo. He realized then that she was coming close to orgasm now, and a part of his mind exalted with the knowledge. By God, he thought, she's going to get the surprise of her life when she cums. The knowledge that he was licking her where no one had ever licked before brought new strength to his tongue. He began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, deeper and harder, faster… faster… faster, shoving his hard hot tongue into her quivering, lust-dilated slit. He was rewarded by a shrill scream of pleasure when he swirled and flicked his tongue around the overly sensitive, pulsating inner lips of her vagina. She was coming closer, ever closer, and so he slipped his hands beneath her wantonly undulating buttocks – cupping them in his hands as though they were some sacrificial offering – and shoved his face even harder between her pulsating thighs. He watched her face appear and disappear between her bouncing breasts and sank his teeth – not brutally, but savagely enough to bring pain – into her clitoris once more, causing her to scream again… an unholy shriek of pure animal lust, her lips curling in wild contortion back over the whiteness of her teeth.

Elaine's wanton cries of passion filled the living room. She had long since burrowed her nakedness down into the velour couch – and she could feel the material's nap invading her buttocks, could feel it under her armpits, on the back of her sweat-slippery neck. If his wonderful tongue hadn't been shoved deep into her vagina she would have attempted to push the velour in there.

Abruptly, Nino dipped down and began shifting his shoulders – first the left, then the right. He had them under her widespread thighs now, and began levering them up until they were draped over his shoulders. The entire expanse of her inflamed, helpless loins was now bared in naked abandonment to his long thrusting tongue and voraciously sucking mouth. He thrust his tongue in deeper than it had been at any time, and momentarily thought he could feel, with his tongue, the ending of her warm vaginal cavity and the beginning of her hot lonely uterus aching for a cock.

Elaine knew she was moaning like a helpless animal in heat, and she didn't care. Nothing mattered any longer except that tongue which was carrying her to unsuspected heights of rapture. Deep in her mind, a happy ecstatic little voice kept crying out, "Oh, Nino… thank you… oh, God… wonderful… good… good… ahhh… God!" She was peaking, rapidly climbing to that seldom-reached pinnacle of sensation which she knew would result in an orgasm. The climb had been wonderful… and she knew she had long since passed the point of arousal where she had stopped with just a mere orgasm before. She had never been at his height before, and abruptly, Nino began doing something that drove her ahead of him… higher… higher… higher into the forbidden ratified atmosphere of the forbidden delight.

Her buttocks had been jerking spasmodically beneath his relentless tongue, her pelvis had been whipping up and down with superhuman strength against his face, and her groans had turned to moans which had become shrieks of unexcelled rapture, when Nino slowly slipped his tongue out of her desperately clenching vagina. He made one tentative lick at her clitoris, which brought a scream of delight from her, then began a devilishly slow downward licking toward the tiny puckered ring of her obviously virginal anus. The shamelessly aroused young blonde gasped at the first searing contact with that forbidden orifice. Her breath was coming now in huge gulping swallows which rasped and whistled through her lust-constricted throat. She took a deep breath and almost swallowed her tongue when her errant mind finally realized what the Italian boy was about to do. Now her conscience really screamed at her; this was filthy, degenerate, vile and perverted. It was sinful, the ultimate sin! And even as her conscience cried out in dismay and protest, her hungry, traitorous loins had leapt up and spread her thighs wider of their own volition so he could bring his tongue into seething wet contact with the tiny, puckered little anal mouth.

Nino wasted no time; he thrust his tongue into the tight little hole and was rewarded with an uncontrollable quivering of her lushly naked body as she raised her pelvis off the bed in an effort to give him additional depth and working room. He licked and sucked and continually rammed his tongue into the tiny little anus which gyrated in wanton abandonment; there was no taste except a salinity and slight pungency that reminded him of her pussy. Now, across his shoulders, her thighs had begun to quiver spasmodically and her heels had begun beating a tattoo of impending rapture on his spine and buttocks. She was close, so Goddamned close that he could stop right now and she'd still cum without another thing being done to her. Let her cum! Let her cum first by tongue, then by cock! His painfully throbbing penis soon had to have relief or his balls would swell up in agony and probably explode. He began to drive his long wet tongue harder and harder into her tightly puckering anal passage, all the while exciting her clitoris with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other. Abruptly, as he heard her breath catch in what he knew was the beginning of the onslaught of a climax, he drew his tongue out of her anus, returned it to her saliva and lubricant-drenched pussy, and used his mouth and tongue to orally fuck her while his nose scraped and rubbed her clitoris.

That did it!

Elaine writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she no longer had control over anything. She took a deep breath as nerves began shorting out in her abdomen and a glow began somewhere in the area of her wildly quivering vagina. The glow did not remain a glow for more than a second; it was merely the beginning of a fire and earthquake which began wracking her love-starved loins and belly. The earthquake moved rapidly up the scale and suddenly she knew there wasn't any doubt about it. She was cumming! Cumming in his mouth.

She was cumming!

The scream was half-human, half-animal, and it ripped from her lust-contorted throat as though she were falling in space, toppling end over end toward the jagged rocks.

"I'm cumming… Nino… Nino… Nino! I am… cummmm… ing!" She locked her hands behind his head and used every bit of muscular power to shove his wonderful, pleasure-giving tongue and face further and deeper into her wildly pulsating genitals. Her love juices spurted onto his face and then began to flow copiously from her wetly convulsing cunt. Her viscous liquid inundated Nino's face and tongue and, escaping his voraciously sucking mouth, began flowing down from pussy to tortured rectum, where it dripped against the pillow and gathered in a sticky pool on the velour couch. She continued to wail in rapture as the mercilessly pounding earthquake began to diminish; within seconds it had gone, but now dimly within her lush young body she felt the roaring tidal wave of sensation cresting and breaking over her. Her delighted, almost incoherent scream told the story, "I'm cumming again…"

Surprised, Nino felt her nakedly voluptuous body begin twitching uncontrollably once more. The second orgasm had hit within thirty seconds of the first, and he hadn't done a thing except lick some of her cum from her wet vaginal lips. "Christ," he said to himself, "she really was turned on." And then his surprise deepened even further for the wantonly writhing girl was obviously cumming a third time… all three climaxes occurring within a minute.

Elaine's impending climax was more than the hidden Carlo could bear, and his own massively thick cock had sprung to an even greater tautness as he watched his friend hungrily suck at the delectable blonde's pussy. His hand had slipped at his fly, released the straining member, and slowly began stroking the bulbous shaft.

Somewhat in awe of what he had done, and a little apprehensive, Nino pulled his flushed, glistening face away from Elaine's loins and said, "Save some for me, baby."

She heard his voice from far, far off. The earthquake, the tidal wave, both were fading slowly. It had been so violently exquisite… so beautiful… that she wanted to sleep – to doze off with the memory of it still in her mind. Nothing could ever again be so exquisite, so perfect. She felt her legs being lowered from his shoulders, and, with a sigh of satiated exhaustion, she dropped her arms and let her head fall loosely back. Now her hips were being lifted as the pillow was removed. Now, the velour was caressing her buttocks once more. But even as she felt all this, there was a velvet expectancy once again in the far depths of her uterus and vaguely she perceived that she was cumming again – only this tiny one was merely an aftershock, a little present from her body, a song, a memory, a poem to his tongue… small, but delightful.

The darkly handsome youth looked down at her sweet-streaked nakedness. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths of exhaustion and satiation. His apprehension returned again. She looked as if she had been fucking all night and was too tired to go again. He hoped her energy hadn't been depleted completely; he'd like a little life in the pussy. He lifted himself on his knees and moved up until he was over her body. "Elaine… did you like that?"

She heard his voice and then, abruptly, she was inexplicably weeping. The tears had completely inundated her eyes in less than three seconds, and they were already flowing down her cheeks to splash on the velour couch. God he had made her feel so vitally alive, so beautiful… and she knew she had missed so much out of life because of Warren's inadequacy and ignorance.

Alarmed, Nino asked, "Elaine… is everything all right?"

Now she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly up at his face looming over her. She made no effort to answer at first, merely reached up with both hands and pulled his face down to her. She kissed him eagerly and in appreciation. She tasted her own cum, her own vagina! After a moment, she released him with the statement; "My darling… it was… was… beautiful." And even as she said it, she realized how impotent that word "beautiful" was when it came to expressing her true feelings. "Nino… I never realized anything, could be so… so…" She couldn't finish.

The boy grinned in satisfaction. "It's going to be even better because I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to put my cock where my tongue was a moment ago. It aches and cries out for you, it wants to fuck you… I want to shoot my load of hot, throbbing cum deep in your belly, deeper than anyone has ever been before. What you just had was only the beginning. You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"

His lewd obscenities were an aphrodisiac to her. Sensation was rapidly coming back to her vagina, and it was with complete and utter bewilderment that Elaine realized her earlier hunger had returned tenfold. She wanted more of him, and so she told him using his own language, "Yes… fuck me… fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before."

"Put it in for me," Nino ordered, lowering his hips toward her sensually waiting body.

Elaine paused a moment, then reached down between their bodies and searched for his hardness. She found it immediately; it would have been impossible not to find it, as large and as hard as it was. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around its hot throbbing vibrancy. She could feel every muscle, every tendon, every beating vein in that cock-head. She enclosed it tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the pliant flesh up and down on the inflexible shaft. She was pleased when he moaned with delight from the touch of her hand and fingers; she wanted to delight him, to repay him some way.

There were a lot of things she supposed she could do, but she had no knowledge of what he would consider dirty… or unacceptable. Besides, the heat was building up rapidly in her loins. Her wetly throbbing vagina wanted his long hard penis in there – wanted it in the worst way. Even now she imagined she could feel it sliding down through her waiting slipperiness. She stroked the heatedly pulsating shaft two or three times as Nino's hot lips, still tasting of the secret places of her own body, came down on hers. Then she directed it toward her hungrily awaiting vagina. The handsome young Italian lowered his body a bit more, and his massively heated shaft scraped her pubic hair.

Elaine pushed down on it and felt an indescribable jolt of pleasure shoot through her abdomen and inner thighs as the huge, searing head touched the still sensitive, still-flooded lips of her wetly throbbing pussy. She used the head of the penis to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her cuntal lips; she moved it up and down, feeling it push deliciously, and hotly, against her once again erect clitoris. She even pushed it down, downward until it came into contact with her brown puckered anal ring. She didn't leave it there for more than a split second; there was something forbidden about that pleasure, and she could not let her mind dwell on the possibilities. Now she moved it rapidly up and down her moistened fur-lined slit, feeling almost as if she were masturbating.

Nino was groaning with impatience. He felt her stroking his cock – sometimes rapidly, almost frantically; other times slowly, questioningly, as though she had never been asked to put a man's penis into her vagina before and didn't know what to do. Once, he was almost positive she hinted that he should push it in her rectum, but that impression had been so brief that he assumed he was wrong. Anyway, he thought, if the cock isn't in your asshole shortly, baby, you can bet that I'll have at least two fingers pushed in there trigging the hell out of you! She continued to stroke him and it was so pleasurable that the young man decided to put an end to it before she used up some of his strength. "Put it in, now," he demanded.

Elaine sighed, closed her eyes in rapture, and then centered the lust-bloated, throbbing shaft at the opening to her vagina. Although she wanted him to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Do it to me slow… and gentle… make it last forever…"

Because he wanted it to be perfect for her – this first time, at least – the boy curbed his own hot impatience and was gentle.

Elaine felt the head of his penis pressing in at her vaginal opening. Reluctantly, her fingers left the thick trunk of the wonderfully warm instrument. The pressure at her cuntal lips continued for a moment, and gradually increased in strength until, with a slight sucking noise, his massively heated cock-head moved inside her. "Ummmmmm," she crooned, "that's beautiful."

He felt the wonderful velvety warmness of her tight little pussy enclose the head of his hotly throbbing cock. It was much tighter than he had suspected, even though his tongue had just moments before scoured out the region. Her husband must not have used this very often, he thought, then quit thinking as he let sensations take command of his nerve centers and body control. The blonde had begun a twitching motion with her eager young pussy lips. She wasn't doing it on purpose; it just seemed to be natural instinct.

Elaine, widespread knees bent almost double, had both feet planted on the couch. As the first delicious sensation passed and there remained only the feel of his heatedly pulsating instrument stuck about an inch into her vagina, she began to long for more depth, for friction, for movement, for… for… She put it into words, "Fuck me…" Using her feet and leg muscles, she raised her hips tentatively from the couch and discovered that the movement caused his long hard penis to slide in another inch or two. "Ohhhh, God," she chanted, "… so… wonder… fullll." She dropped her hips and his male hardness slid out until only the head remained buried between the clasping coral lips of her cunt. She raised and the cock moved in further, fell back and felt it partially withdraw.

Amused, the Italian youth grinned down at these first little movements which betrayed her intense hunger; he was laughing mainly at himself for his earlier stupid uncertainty over whether she had any energy left or not. Christ, he thought, she's got enough fuel left in that hot little pussy to put us both into orbit. She pushed up her loins again, moaning this time in frustration, and he decided it was time to end the game. Slowly… very slowly… he pushed his impatiently swollen cock inward. It slipped easily through her inner cuntal muscles, down through the soft, torrid, dripping walls of her vaginal cavity, and pushed against the muscles of her uterine opening.

The young blonde's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She had never believed that a penis's first thrust could be so heavenly, but then, of course, she had never been so aroused, so lubricated before, either. Down… down… down… into her it went. She exalted with each new virginal territory invaded. Finally, after what seemed to be an endless eternity, Nino was in his full length. She could feel the bristliness of the short hair on his softly swaying testicles tickling her wildly puckering little anus. She could feel the cock-head buried deep inside of her, throbbing imperiously against her cervix… could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his penis pressing against her vaginal walls. And over it all, she could feel overwhelming contentment and happiness.

Now Nino began to withdraw almost reluctantly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her with his eyes closed in deep appreciation. God, he had never before in his life felt a cunt that seemed so perfect for his own cock. She was milking him with her uterine and vaginal muscles. There was one set of muscles that worked on the head of his cock, squeezing it then releasing it, squeezing, releasing, until he thought he would go out of his mind. Another set of muscles, somewhere in the area just below the inner lips of her vagina, were moving sideways back and forth against the sensitive underpart of his trunk… all of this going on at the same time she was rising to meet each of his thrusts.

Elaine realized that somehow or another, automatic reflexes had taken over her body… and that was fine, because she was able to concentrate on feeling… pure sensation, pure feeling! She felt muscles working, hips rotating against cock, felt her fingers kneading Nino's powerful shoulder muscles… felt all this, but did not will any of it to happen. Her lushly sensual body was alive and on fire with sure independent motion… her brain could relax and let the incredibly wonderful sensations roll over it. Time simply dissolved into nothingness. She didn't know how long these maddeningly beautiful slow, gentle strokes had been plowing into her, but gradually she began to feel that it was not enough. She wanted more, and put her request into words, "Fuck me harder, Nino… fuck harder."

That suited him just fine. It had been fabulous – this screwing in slow motion, but it had been terribly distracting as well. She was almost making him cum through use of her deeper vaginal muscles, and he really hadn't had a chance to get in a little energetic fucking yet. "Okay baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder."

Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath her thighs and lifted them until her knees were pressed tightly against her naked young chest. Elaine's eyes had widened at this unexpected occurrence; she had no way of knowing that this one particular position would add at least two inches to his thrusts into the heart of her womb. She felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment at the fact that her vagina was in midair, helpless – defenseless – but that impression faded instantly when Nino grunted, "Here it comes, baby." He pulled his heated thick shaft out until only the head remained locked between the moistly clasping cuntal lips, then slammed down, down, down – burrowing far deeper up into her femaledom than anyone or anything had ever been before.

"Aaaaaagggggh," she screamed in sheer exhalation. His long rampaging prick slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond this into the heated lonely void of her uterus. God, he was in so deep that it seemed his throbbing cudgel was lodged midway between navel and breasts. There was almost seven inches of hard hot-cock inside there, inside her, throbbing away like a second heart. Her tight little vagina felt stretched beyond repairs crammed well beyond its limited capacity. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming this invader. One eager little muscle jumped and twitched against the glands, another rubbed continuously against the corona. And she thrilled at his groans of appreciation and delight.

Now, clamping his hot, wet mouth over her's, he began a slow fucking motion between her thighs. Each new powerful thrust inward went to new and previously unexplored depths of her pussy. The head of his cock soon was master of it all, and with each jerking throb, it was a little cannon making tiny explosions which seared the softly sensitive flesh. His motions soon widened the narrow, pliant passage, and every stroke brought an abject groan of sheer lust from her throat.

Nino, hearing her mewls of subservience, began pounding into her with a fury he did not realize existed; his hipbones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke and his testicles hit the trembling walls of her upraised buttocks like a battering ram. He wanted to hear her cry "Uncle". He wanted her to know that she had been fucked as she never had been before… and, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was accomplishing these things, and the real reason for doing all this was not revenge, not egotism, but the desire to bring pleasure to her so she would want him to fuck her again and again and again in the future.

In the closet, an excited Carlo increased the speed of his rhythmic stroking on his throbbing cock as he watched the masterful bludgeoning of the blonde's wetly glistening pussy. He felt envious that Nino – and not he – was fucking this beautiful rich cunt. His aching balls demanded release and he didn't know how much more of this he could take. Closing his eyes, Carlo fought the wave of paroxysm that flooded his senses. Suddenly, his eagerly pulsating cock gave an errant jerk and the searing load of jism that had been boiling for so long in his bulging balls erupted, spewing out and around his still clenched and stroking fingers. Again… then again… hot, white cum erupted and gushed forth, splashing against the wall and spilling onto the trousers of the expensive silk suit he had put on with such meticulous care that morning. Finally, one last little spurt plopped from the penis's swollen hole and dribbled onto the suit. He sat motionless for several moments, savoring the remnants of his release. As his breathing returned to normal, he opened his eyes and saw the pools of sticky cum on his suit. He swore under his breath – then looking to Elaine's wildly bucking body on the couch – he swore again. He would fix that little bitch… he would fix her good! Taking a handkerchief from his coat pocket, he dabbed at his trousers and wiped his hands while his mind raced, thinking of possibilities. Moments later he smiled, pleased with his ingenuity. His gaze was still focused on the fucking couple, but as he watched the heaving forms grunting toward their climaxes, he really didn't see them – his brain was far too busy, scheming and planning.

On the couch, Elaine had long since stopped thinking about what was being done to her; she was too busy trying to find new avenues of enjoyment, new sensations by twisting her pelvis first one way then the other. She found by clenching her bowel muscles that she could bring her clitoris into continual contact with that long hard rod driving in and out of her being. She had surrendered totally to this man lying between her open legs, and she unashamedly worshipped that hot part of him that skewered so wetly, so powerfully into her.

Her body was beginning to twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth, shoving her tongue deep into his throat. She was animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was also servile, accepting anything done to her, relishing the taint of masochism in her soul, wanting more… more… more than she was getting. She was the portrait of pure wantonness: face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like some wild mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut as cable, eyes hot and vacant with lust.

As if sensing the blonde divorcee's need for another new experience, Nino released her knees from her chest; she immediately wrapped her legs around his naked buttocks and used her calves to drive him deeper. The youth slipped his hands down over the naked flaring of her hips and slid them beneath the warm moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began kneading them like bread dough as he thrust his thick heated shaft in with a greater frenzy.

Elaine subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining vaginal muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the white, supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his cock, and she spread her thighs even further, inviting him to do what he willed, as she opened the moistly hot hole of her cunt in obscene welcome. He pounded into her with a fury, then – without warning – changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly clasping vagina before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins. It was then she felt his right hand stop its kneading motion on her ass and begin moving into the crevice of her buttocks itself. She felt his outstretched middle finger tentatively search, then find, her unprotected and completely defenseless, puckered little hole.

He pressed inward and she felt the soft, rubbery flesh down there yield reluctantly. "Ohhhhhhh, God, that hurts," she said, twisting her buttocks in an effort to get away, the motion was hopeless, though, for his long hard cock had her skewered like a helpless pig on a spit. The groan bubbled from her lips in pained protest as his finger continued its unnatural invasion of her rectum. "Eeeeeeeaaahhh, don't… Nino." He thrust even harder, and now she saw the cruel smirk on his handsome face as he took pleasure in hearing her sounds of subjugation.

"Ouuuuuugggh," she cried, as her tiny exposed anus received another thrust.

Nino, however, was not about to withdraw his finger. He could feel the warm rubbery resilience of her rectum, and he could also feel the quivering muscles in there which gave lie to her protests. She didn't know yet, but her body was really enjoying the almost brutal fucking he was subjecting her to. Soon she would be begging. He began working his finger around inside, stretching the puckered little anal ring ever wider and wider as his penis continued pounding mercilessly into her wide-stretched vagina.

Elaine felt a second finger poised at the opening to her back passage, then it, too, was inside – working in unison with the first finger… in rhythm with his pistoning prick. The deep guttural protests coming from her chest began gradually changing from whimpers of pain to low moans of new increased pleasure as her rectum became used to this strange invasion.

Within seconds she was shamelessly skewering her anus back onto his fingers as the Italian boy probed methodically around in the warm, rubbery depth. New sensations of delight rippled through the young blonde's abdomen and up her spine. She knew she was hopelessly impaled and helpless between the hard driving rod of flesh buried deep in her womb and those cruel, merciless… wonderful… fingers that wormed hotly in and out of her behind.

She was squealing like a stuck pig, twisting and writhing in wantonness under this double rape of her nakedly widespread loins, when suddenly she knew she was about to cum. She fought her own body against the orgasm; she didn't want to cum… not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong in the heart of her belly.

Nino felt the change in her body, felt the sudden heating up of her vaginal passage, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Elaine had begun to chant, "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh," with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to cum caused his own excitement to build to a fever pitch; he wanted to cum with her, at the same time. There would be more later, he knew that for a fact; he felt he could cum a hundred times with her, could fuck all night, all day, all week – forever! And so, he yanked his fingers from her tight little anus and quickened the rhythm of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy.

The nakedly writhing girl's senses were rapidly leaving her now. There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins; she was only vaguely aware of his lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right breast, of the feel of his testicles hammering at her ravaged anus, of his hands moving down across her abdomen to bring additional titillation to her clitoris. The pressure of the impending orgasm almost frightened her in its intensity. It was death. She would die from it. This was it!

"Ohhhhhhh, nooo… nooooo," she wailed, "fuck harder… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… I'm cummmiiinnng… againnnn…!"

She writhed seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her burst. His heatedly thick cock was a huge battering ram slamming into the portals of all her sensitivity, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle from every follicle of her golden hair to the tip of her toes. This all had to be a dream… it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually… the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was upon her.

She screamed loudly, "Ooooohhhhhh, God! I'm… I… I'm… cum… mmmmmmm… innnnnnnggggggg." She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, convulsing on the velour couch. Her legs beat against the softness of the cushions and her breath came in hoarse rasping gasps, as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and wracked her body. She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic vagina, cumming, that every part of her was part of it… and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautiful penis that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of male sperm deep up into her quivering belly. His hot liquid message of love mingled with her juices, and they formed a pool of bliss that shimmered and shone in the no-longer-lonely void of her uterus.

Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast as a great lassitude akin to death, itself, swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and with the last vestiges of her rapidly fading consciousness she felt her vagina still quivering, still attempting to pay homage to the throbbing shaft of love still buried deep, deep inside. She was fainting… perhaps even dying, she thought… then simply let go… let it all go away… and drifted, drifted into sweet oblivion. Her last thought before the darkness came was, "Now… I know…"

As for Nino? He stared unbelievingly down at the blonde's unconscious figure. Christ, what was there about her that had caused him to get so hot? Always before with other broads he had been able to control his own passion, but not with her! Even now, asleep, her vaginal muscles continued to twitch occasionally around his cock. He honestly couldn't remember when he had cum as much as he did with her. He had flooded her womb with jism, and it had poured out of him and out of her as though someone had forgotten to turn off the tap. And his own reactions to all this bothered him; they were alarming thoughts – things he really didn't want to think about. He had wanted to fuck her… had wound up making love to her. Staring at her now, he felt only a great and bottomless gratitude to her and that wonderful young pussy. Slowly, and reluctantly, he pulled his flaccid cock from between her thighs and it came out with a slight plop, and with it came a veritable river of their warmly intermingled love juices.

"Elaine," he said softly. There was no answer. Slowly, he raised himself, walked to the book-shelf unit, and pulled out the concealed bed. Gently, he picked her naked form up in his arms and carried her across the room. He placed her, still asleep, on the double-bed… then covered her naked young body to protect it from the cold.

Then, thoughts still churning about his own reactions to her, he lay down beside her, and covered himself with the same bedspread.

As he drifted off to sleep, he was still wondering about the strange effect she had had on him – wondering about the consequences of becoming emotionally involved with her…