There was a sharp knock at the door. Brenda froze, the hairbrush poised in mid-air and her blood turning to ice in her veins. It was a knock that could not be ignored; demanding, authoritative and somehow threatening. It was not Harl, she knew that. It came again, louder this time, and she walked slowly out of the bathroom, brush still in hand and grasped like a weapon.
No! her mind screamed. Don't answer it! You'll die if you do… something terrible will happen.
She was powerless against the force that drew her to the door. She knew who it was… she knew exactly who.
The chain was on, and she had added another. She looked at them and suddenly realized how inadequate they were if someone really wanted to come in.
"Who is it?" she called, and waited for the raucous bass voice to reply.
"Leo Rudd. You remember me?"
The chain rattled under her shaking fingers as she unhooked it. When she opened the door she saw his powerful body, rippling with hard muscles, and his dark, evil face split by white teeth as he grinned confidently at her.
"I've been meaning to come up and see how you were getting along since I saw you the other night in the cafe. May I come in? I brought you a house warmer," he added, holding up a brown bag with an obvious bottle in it.
"Oh. Thank you. Won't you come in and sit down?"
His smile mocked her and her words, as if he knew it was all a preliminary to what was going to happen between them. He looked down at her tanned thigh that peeked through her slitted skirt.
"Been getting some sun up on the roof."
"Yes… it's nice. I went up this morning – just now. I just got back," she stammered.
"Well, perfect timing, hmm?"
He looked around, an alert, unreadable smile on his face.
"Looks the same. You haven't changed anything, have you?"
She turned from the refrigerator, her hand on the ice tray.
"No," she answered quickly. "Why should I? I mean, I don't have any right. It's not really mine."
He turned from his perusal of the living room and gave her a frightening glance of intensity that made her suddenly aware of how cold the ice tray was. She tightened her fingers around its frozen edge until her hand grew numb and ached.
Leo's eyes narrowed in speculation as he leaned against the doorjamb and spoke with a chilling softness that frightened her more than if he had shouted a sudden threat.
"Why do you say that, Brenda? It's yours now. You live here, you're paying the rent."
She dropped ice cubes in two tumblers and poured a jigger of scotch over each. As she reached for the things she had found, bar tools and swizzle sticks, it terrified her that her movements were so automatic. I know where everything is… I live here. I can find things and turn on the lights in the dark because everything is so familiar now.
"Well," she began, "a sublet place…"
He interrupted her smoothly, so that it was not obvious. "You might inherit it all, you know. I think Ginny's given up the ghost."
She whirled on him and gasped.
"What do you mean? Has something happened to her?"
He laughed. "No, I didn't mean that. Forgive me if I frightened you. I wouldn't want you to think there was a hex on this place. That would make me a very bad real estate man, wouldn't it?"
He shoved himself away from the doorjamb with a lazy movement and came closer to her, leaning on his elbow on the top of the refrigerator door.
"I merely meant that Ginny is pretty kooky and might not be back. It wouldn't surprise me in the least." He shrugged. "She took off for the Coast on her broomstick and nobody's heard from her since."
Brenda stepped back, nearly overturning the filled glasses.
"Broomstick…" she murmured, as if to herself.
He laughed loudly. "You can be sure it has apehanger handles, though. Ginny's trendy. So trendy that she's probably being a real California girl now. Putting things in her mouth and doing the commune and natural foods bit. So you might fall heiress to her New York phase."
He swept a hand around the room. "You get her Village life. Leopard bedspread, posters, incense. Don't look for any old green stamps, though. The leather belt shops don't give them."
Brenda shivered. Ginny was in another world; she had exchanged one life for another, and I've got the old one. She's cast a spell on me. A trendy California girl who puts things in her mouth. Where was she now? She had to be found, so that she could come back and take her life away from me!
She reached for the glasses and saw that they were sweating, the droplets of melting frost slithering down in steady streams. Suddenly she was aware of her cunt as it began to prickle between her legs. She could feel her vaginal channel dilate with hot, demanding lust, forcing on her an awareness of its emptiness. A throbbing began high up in her stretching cunt and the lips of her pussy opened until she felt as if she held, something plump and alive squeezed between her thighs. A delicious, crawling sensation settled over her rectum. She clenched her rounded buttocks together and held her muscles tight as the delightful itching scurried through her crotch. She wanted to thrust out her hips and rub her swelling cunt against something hard; rub and twist and squirm in squalling feline heat.
Leo stepped close to her, his eyes knowing and bright, and reached for one of the glasses. She drank a sip from hers, her hand shaking as she held his glance. He swallowed quickly, his gaze locked on hers, then reached out and clicked his glass against her own.
His hand shot out and entered the slit of her skirt, clasping her rounded thigh, his strong fingers sending fire through her already burning crotch. Brenda's head lolled drunkenly on her neck as she leaned back against the counter and moved her feet wide apart. The briefest of mini slips lay under her slitted midi and Leo brushed up under it, his fingers caressing the soft inner thighs. The crotch of her pantyhose was soaked through with slick female sex juices. Through her partially opened eyes she saw him smile in triumph as he felt the gushing evidence of her horniness.
His eyes, black as jet, burned with excitement. "I knew you were the woman for me the minute I saw you," he rasped. "I'm going to make you mine, baby, all mine. You're going to belong to me, Brenda, you understand? I want you for my own, my very own!"
A thousand pinpoints of searing lust pricked at her groin as his deft fingers traced their way up the middle of her thatch, rubbing the silken material of her hose into her cloven pussy. He pulled the hose impatiently over her white belly and yanked them down to her knees as he pressed her back against his supporting hand, arching her body sharply so that her mound jutted obscenely out in a wet, begging pout. He rubbed her mound with tantalizing hardness, knitting his fingers through the bush of golden hair. Brenda felt the blood rush into her stiffly swelling, aching pussy until the gaping coral lips began a hungry suckling tremor.
He was rubbing and pressing his big brown hand into her belly, pushing his hard fingers against the rushing pulses of her pelvic arteries. She had never been so fuckhungry hot in all her life! His knowing hand, instead of wallowing in her wet cunt, tormented her by its pressure against her throbbing belly, as though he wanted to force the lust-maddened onrush of her blood to the bursting point. A's his fingertips traced the creased line that divided her thigh from her torso she jerked back, howling as he struck a sensitive nerve. He chuckled deep in his throat and continued the sadistic stroking.
"I like to take my time when I fornicate, honey. That way you'll always come back for more. A good, lazy fuck is the best, an all-night job."
He dragged her into the living room and stripped her quickly and expertly, taking the time to fold her clothes neatly over a chair. She stared at him, feeling oddly locked in place as though his precise movements exercised some kind of control over her in spite of the raging heat his touch had evoked. His valet-like neatness seemed to be a signal to her that said, "Wait… Don't move until I give the command." She suddenly thought of a confident, smiling lion tamer dangling a whip over the head of a clawing, howling cat, a dangerous feline creature whom he did not fear because it was completely in his spell.
She forgot everything as she watched him strip off his shorts and finger the long thick shaft of his vein-laced cock. God, how beautiful it was! How beautiful and how fat. Her eyes widened. It must have been five inches around, a rigid, battering rod of flesh full of hot cum, and all for her!
"How about some sixty-nine?" he said. "You want to eat some of this? I know you've got a good ass, I can tell that from the way you walk. Let's see what a good mouth you've got."
Leo lay down on the mattress on his back and reached out for her, pulling her down over his face and positioning her knees around his shoulders. He placed his palms against her glistening wet thighs and pushed them wide apart, making hungry, mouth-smacking noises as he looked up into the downy slit of her cunt.
"You've got the prettiest snatch in the world, even when it's upside-down. Rub it over my face, I want to taste it. Give me a drink, honey."
Brenda sank her widespread cunt into his mouth and pressed in ecstasy against his expert lips. His thumbs rubbed against the wet, ragged edges of hairy flesh and separated them until they would stretch no wider. As he laid open her pussy her hips twisted in delicious abandon to grind her flesh, into the burning, eager tongue.
She reached for the up thrust cock in front of her, the blood rushing to her head in an explosion of animal madness. She grasped it in her fist and squeezed her fingers around its pulsing artery. Behind her, the tickling path of his tongue had turned her crotch into a tight mass of screaming, longing nerves. His scissored fingers held open the gap of her cunt while his noisy tongue tormented the slick valley within. She strained and trembled as he lingered over her urethra, digging the tip of his tongue against the opening and sending icy chills up through her groin to meet the rampaging darts of heat that throbbed in her erect clitoris.
She jerked away from him, his prick clutched in her hand. It felt too good! She couldn't stand it, that fiendish licking over that sensitive, tormented little opening!
"Oh, stop! Leo darling, don't! I'll – ohhhh! I'm going to…"
His hot breath seared her cunt as he laughed throatily against it.
"Go ahead, that makes it better. Give me all your fluids and I'll give you all of mine. That's real mating."
The quivering tip of his tongue circled over the puckered entrance to her bladder. Her loins squirmed in agony as a cold heaviness took hold of her groin arid pressed leadenly down in an irresistible urge.
"Oh, no! I-mmmmmmmmmaahhhh!"
Her protests vanished as she gave herself up to the twin sensations of warm release that tore through her crotch. As her urine broke through the clamped muscles of her bladder her cunt throbbed out a crescendo of satisfaction. Gasps of pleasure and shocked disbelief tore from her as she swung her ass over his head and shivered uncontrollably.
He panted, his voice half laughing, half lust-driven.
"Atta baby. You're mine now, aren't you? You never did that before with any guy, but you've done it now and there's no turning back."
He took his hands from her spread thighs and slammed them resoundingly against her bare, tender ass, pounding her cheeks with lashing slaps.
"Now scoot down and suck!"
She squealed in agony at the searing pain he inflicted and pulled his fat cock into her mouth. She clamped her lips greedily over the rubbery hot head and rolled her lust-crazed tongue on the underside of the hood where she knew lay the most sensitive part of a man's anatomy. She had to have more of it than that; she wanted it all, the whole rigid pike of cock buried in her eagerly gulping throat. Her saliva poured over the satiny shaft in her ravenous need for his prick. His hips rose in little jabs, urging her on and telling her that her mouth was good for him. A victorious thrill tore through her and she moaned harshly, gurgling words that made no sense as her moving tongue met the barrier of hot prick. She reveled in cock essence as though it were the sweetest nectar, tasting the strong, smoky fluid that seeped from his tip. She sucked heavily on the little slit, drawing out more of his lubrication. Her senses whirled as if she were drinking at a magic fountain. What was that taste? How could she define it? It was heavy and powerful, brassy even, a molten taste of hot metallic power.
She swabbed out her mouth with his cock, longing to bite it, to devour it. She saw the heavy muscles in his hairy legs clasp and unclasp as his groin responded to her ferocious lips. His thighs parted as his hips began a thrusting reply to her oral vise.
A hot invasion of her anal passage made her jerk and twist over him. He was rimming her, his tongue probing into the puckered ring of her rectum as his fingertips kneaded the satiny globes of her ass. His tongue felt like a dart of flame leaping back and forth in her snug ass hole. She kept his prick clamped between her lips as she strained back and revolved her hips against his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm… good… more… lick it."
Leo raised his knees and spread them around her shoulders, jiggling his hips in a frantic hint. She curved her arm over his thigh, her hand brushing his hot, swollen balls, and probed with her finger through his tight male crevice, opening his cheeks and finding his hairy rim. She entered the powerful sling of anal muscles and sank into his hot channel. At her invasion, his cock swelled in her mouth, its ridge hardening until it seemed to be an iron ring. He thrust hard, gagging her and abrading her soft gums as his climax squirted out. His mouth fell away from her rectum and his arms tightened convulsively around her thighs as his burning cum poured into her mouth, seeped down her gulping throat and spilled from the corner of her lips.
"Honeeee, oh, Jesus! Baby, you're draining me dry!"
Brenda continued to draw on the hood that was held captive between her dripping lips. His semen coursed down her chin and neck, at first hot and then suddenly cool, drying quickly into sticky patches on her globular breasts.
At last his cock began to shrivel into spongy detumescence. She released it and struggled up, her hair tangled and spilling over her eyes.
Leo grasped roughly at her hips and pulled her down on the bed beside him, his eyes glittering with victory. He looked at her florid face, her matted hair that had been a neat shining cape when he arrived at the apartment. He nodded in slow satisfaction.
"I've made my mark on you," he said, touching the dry, flaky patch of his cum on her breast. He jiggled the rounded firmness and laughed.
Now, as sanity returned to her, Brenda sensed challenge in his words and tone. More than that, she heard an oddly mirthless mockery that frightened her.
"I made mine on you," she threw back.
His eyes narrowed. "Because I made you do it. I told you to do it, or you never would have. You'd have been too shocked, wouldn't you?"
Suddenly she realized the truth of it, and with realization came shame and fear in quick succession. Leo had humiliated her, made her do something unspeakably embarrassing. The thrill of it vanished in the face of the indefinable horror of it all.
He seemed to read her mind as he lazed beside her, propped up on one elbow and watching her face. She lay down with a tired sigh and turned her head away.
"Let's have those drinks we never finished," he said, getting up with a lithe, athletic grace. "We warmed the house in other ways. Considering the circumstances, we should both be a little thirsty, don't you agree?"
He walked naked into the kitchen, his swarthy body rippling with muscle and a line of sweat glistening down his spine. Maybe it was because he was barefoot, but she suddenly thought of a silent, stalking animal in a forest, making no sound as it drew nearer and nearer to its prey.
And of course he had slept with Ginny…
She watched him move about in the tiny kitchen, not hesitating or fumbling, and knowing where everything was, even the extra ice trays in the cabinet under the sink. The door was warped, she had discovered yesterday, but Leo had obviously known that for some time. As he bent down to it, his body tensed in expectation of the struggle that promptly ensued. He cursed softly and casually, and she knew that he had cursed that door many times in the past.
There was something contradictory in him and her mind struggled for definition. He was primitive and animal, perhaps even coarse and depraved, yet there was another very different side to the coin…
He was neat. Irritatingly neat, like an old maid. After what they had done together on the bed, it was astonishing but true. She thought of her neatly folded clothing on the chair as she watched his actions in the kitchen. He took out two fresh glasses for their now-watery drinks and washed out the old ones, putting them on the drainer rack to dry. He tore off a wad of paper towels and mopped up the melted ice, filled the new trays and picked a bottle cap off the floor and threw it into the trash can. It seemed so fussy and spinsterish, laughable when you saw his well-hung groin bobbing like a buoy throughout all his ministrations. He was…
The word froze her heart in terror.
He was thorough.
Whatever he did, he did it with a chilling efficiency. What did it mean, she wondered? What did it reveal about him? What threatening facet of his personality was exposed by that mechanical neatness?
Neatness was a form of self-control. Overly neat people were uptight, afraid of something wild and dark in themselves. What was it in Leo that was wild and dark? Suddenly she hated his name. Leo Rudd. Short and hard, like a merciless slamming fist.
He was coming back to her now, carrying two glasses in a careful way as though dreading that a single drop should accidentally splash out. How could he be so fastidious and yet have made her do what she had done in the bed? The haunting certainly that he was two people made her want to jump up, dress and escape from him into the garish Village crowds. Two people… a split personality. Madness, dangerous and deadly, lay behind that swarthy, handsome face. A schizophrenic. He handed her the glass and turned to balance himself as he lowered to the mattress. His profile looked like a sharply honed, slicing ax blade.
Suddenly she knew. He had done something to Ginny, worked some evil on her that had driven her away to some hideous fate. Ginny would never return, and Leo had therefore been right. She was the heiress to the apartment; everything in it belonged to her, but most important and most frightening of all, she belonged to it!
She had to question him about Ginny, find out what he had done so that she would know his secret and thus have some power over him.
But nothing she could do would make her voice or her questions sound natural. She spoke in an unnaturally high, strained voice, a voice filled with fear.
"What was – I mean, it's funny moving into someone else's place, seeing all their things. I've never done that before. You start to put together a picture of someone. I'm curious about Ginny. Tell me about her."
He turned eagerly to her, giving her that bright, vulpine glance.
"Are you?" he said quickly. His whole body seemed to stiffen with anticipation. "Why?"
The short little word penetrated her like a stiletto, probing into her deepest recesses.
"Just because," she answered, shrugging and trying to sound casual though her heart thudded in her chest.
"I've already told you about her, haven't I?"
"Yes, the kooky California girl. But… what did she look like? Did she…"
He waited, smiling. "Did she what?"
"Did she look like me!" The echo of her shrill voice hung in the room.
His laugh was dry and toneless. "Why does it matter to you?"
"Because…" She cast about in her mind for some excuse, something that would sound like a normal curiosity. She could not tell him of her terrifying feelings, that she was gradually becoming Ginny.
"Someone in the building, some woman, spoke to me and called me Ginny, then realized she'd made a mistake."
His eyes weighed the lie and threw it back in her face with a mocking glint.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, she looked a little bit like you. Same coloring." He drank off half the highball and carefully placed the glass on the floor, away from the bed.
So he won't knock it over, she thought. That would enrage him, to do something clumsy. He's smooth, so smooth…
A scraping sound distracted her. It was a dry, sliding noise from the other side of the room. In the fraction of a second that it took her mind to register it, she knew what it was even before she saw it.
The poster of the cherry-lipped girl sagged to one side as a tack popped out of a corner and fell on the floor.
"Oh! My God…"
She shrank back on the mattress, flattening herself against the wall, getting as far away from the opposite wall and from Leo as she could. Her hand went to her throat and she froze in terror as she stared wide-eyed at the crooked face.
"What's the matter?" he laughed, looking from the poster to her ashen face. His lips twitched with a cruel mischief, an amused malevolence that only made her more afraid.
Cold sweat trickled down her ribs. The slanted green eyes of the poster were still locked on her, even in the topsy-turvy position.
"It… scared me." She grasped wildly at some logical reason to give him. "I-I thought it was a bug or a mouse or… something like that."
He looked at her for a moment, then got up, stepping in a wide circle around his drink as he bent to pick up the tack. He climbed on the sofa and righted the poster, holding his hand flat against the wall as he turned to her.
His face was washed clean of the threatening evil that had been there before. It was bland and politely inquiring.
"Is it straight?" he asked impersonally.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
He was like a schoolmaster at the blackboard giving her a chance to prove her sums. Of course, Leo could not endure a crooked picture, and his eye would discern a fraction of discrepancy.
She looked again, "A tiny bit higher…"
He thrust the tack in with his thumb, stepped down from the couch and observed the repair carefully, then nodded, satisfied.
He came back to the bed, "Ginny probably tossed it up there one day on the spur of the moment. I'm surprised she used thumbtacks instead of a hairpin or an old heroin needle," he said dryly.
She tried to laugh but it sounded like a dry gag. "Was she – I guess she was helter-skelter, impetuous?"
"Very," he said with a sudden frown, "She stapled the curtains together, did you notice? Got them up in twenty minutes flat. Including the rods."
He rolled over on his stomach and grabbed her hand.
"What's your sign?" he asked.
It just didn't register. "What?"
"When is your birthday?"
"Oh. May twenty-second."
His smile began with a barely perceptible tremor in his full lower lip and stretched lazily across his face like that of someone watching the slow progression of a torture victim's agony.
"Gemini," he said softly, caressing the word. "The twins. You're like quicksilver, can't be captured and pinned down to one personality. First you're this… and then you're that. Is that right?"
A sickening wave of powerlessness struck her. She was Brenda and she was Ginny… Ginny and Brenda. And he knew it!
"I don't know," she said with a short laugh. "I don't believe in that stuff, do you?"
He answered too quickly. "Oh, no, of course not. But it's fun."
His hand cupped her full breast and molded over its roundness.
"But something else is more fun," he whispered. He played with her tits, rubbing them lightly at first, then concentrating on her erecting nipples as he pinched them between thumb and finger until her shoulders twisted sinuously. She forgot everything at his touch and pulled his head down to the round white orb she thrust at him.
He sucked noisily on her stiff nipple while his fingers tweaked the other. She looked down at her soft swelling flesh and watched in fascination as his hard fingers turned the pink tip into dark red. She felt the blood engorging the erectile tissue of her nipples, sending shivers over her ribs.
Brenda rolled against him and reached for the hotly rising prick that lay against her leg, pushing back the foreskin from the satiny head and squeezing it between her fingers until it grew into a throbbing steel-hard sphere. She made a cunt of her fist and moved it up and down over the fat rod until he hissed, baring his teeth in his ecstasy as he moved atop her, shoving open her parted thighs with his knee.
"Fuck me," she murmured breathlessly, her hips circling beneath him. "We haven't fucked yet, you know. Fuck into my cunt and squirt your cum in it. Oh, do it, do it, do it!"
"Put it in," he commanded. "Let's see you fuck."
His turgid shaft bobbed hotly into her crotch, dabbing against her anal crevice and brushing her gushing pussy. She reached up and grasped his prick and impaled herself on it with one sure thrust.
Brenda groaned and tossed as he sank deeper into her lust-mad pussy, wrenching her hand from the trap that their meeting bodies made. Her legs kicked up and flailed around his pummeling hips and her up-turned ass heaved against his slapping balls. Her gritted his teeth and grunted in frenzy as her insanely sucking vagina fastened its slick, fiery membranes around his throbbing penis. He screwed down into her until he struck her tender cervix and made her howl with sex-crazed delight.
"You're so thick! God, it's like a fist, a big fist slamming into my pussy! Oh, hit it hard, good and hard! I've got a belly full of cock and I love it!"
He was sunk so deep in her that his black bush of hair scratched the inside of her thighs. Her pussy was split into two, flattened pink folds of exposed slippery flesh that glistened with thick, milky sex fluid. She rubbed her sensitive vulva against the base of his jabbing prick and shivered with uncontrollable delight as she felt the answering pinpoints of fire pound through her marble-hard clitoris.
Her cunt was a flexing tunnel of spasmodic velvet, oozing the hot sauce of her excitement. The wet, slapping sounds of wild, mad, mindless fucking drove her into an obscene litany of phallic worship.
"You make my pussy talk, darling. She's sucking at that big, gorgeous, thundering cock of yours for all she's worth! Listen to her, she's getting wetter and wetter, she's drooling over that thick monster that's shoved in her."
The words made her hot, spongy channel throb in a pounding, soaring ecstasy that exploded in a grasping convulsion of a climax, a come that rocked her to and fro in its unbearable release. It was only when Leo's palm clamped over her mouth that she realized she was screaming.
His black hair hung over his forehead, wet with sweat. His body quivered and jabbed as his cock spewed out into her raining cunt.
He lay on top of her as they both gasped for breath. The open window admitted a cool spring breeze and dried their sweating bodies as they remained motionless, legs entwined. Brenda's arms tightened around his muscular shoulders, rubbing the coarse black hair that grew on them. He smelled male, pungent and strong in his sweat. When he finally rose up, their chests made a suction of wet flesh and separated with a suckling noise. I'm joined to him, she thought. I can't break away from him. Joined…
Leo smiled to himself as he felt her draw away from him and turn her head to the wall. An excitement stirred in him as he thought about the poster. Odd that it had frightened her so when it slipped down the wall. It gave him a particular pleasure to contemplate the incident because he had given the poster to Ginny. It had been a necessary gift. The lunatic fringe that she ran with had thrown an impromptu party one night to make plans for an invasion of the draft board office. Some kook had a bottle of blood in the knapsack that contained all his worldly goods and started to demonstrate how they would leave their mark on the hated induction center. They had all been high on pot when it happened, Leo recalled. The zonked boy had thrown the blood on the wall, probably thinking he was already down at the draft board.
Ginny had shown it to him, gesturing excitedly and babbling about form and depth and meaning.
"It says something," she murmured, tilting back her head and gazing at the splotch with half-closed eyes like a connoisseur in an art gallery.
"Damn right," Leo said. "Christ, Ginny, don't wreck the place, huh? That's all we need, is blood on the wall. I've got a boss to answer to, believe it or not."
"Blood on the wall!" she burst out excitedly. "What a marvelous title."
"Oh, now you're going to be a writer, hmm?"
"It reminds me of something," she said, her brow puckering. "Some expression…"
"Blood on the moon," Leo supplied. "It means somebody is going to die."
He had enjoyed the look that crept over her face. He knew she was afraid. Her fragile features seemed to crumple for a moment. She looked like a lovely, mad specter of doom. Once again he saw his favorite vision of her – a white-draped beguiling ghost rising out of a swamp mist.
To solve the immediate problem of the damage to the wall, Leo picked up the poster for her in a wacky bookstore on Greenwich Avenue. It was huge, big enough to cover the spot completely. He bought that particular one because the girl in it looked like his fantasy of Ginny as a wailing forest creature of course she had loved the poster and immediately slung it up on the wall in her haphazard, spur-of-the-moment fashion. No wonder the tack had come loose.
Now, he turned and looked at Brenda as she lay silent on the furtherest edge of the mattress. Had she seen the blood, he wondered? Something about the poster upset her, he was sure of that.
Through the open windows came the sounds of the street. It was a noisy neighborhood, with homeless, hopped-up Village types marching up and down all night long. The room seemed to echo with the tramp of feet. He thought about vibrations. Was it possible that an apartment or a house could contain the spirit of someone who had lived in it before?
Maybe there were bad vibrations in this apartment… The thought excited him. Had the sticky blood thrown by one of Ginny's depraved friends adhered to more than just the wall? Maybe a whole aura of depravity lingered in here. There was nothing more permanent than blood. You could scrub it until you dropped but it would never come clean. Even on metal… The surface of an edged weapon used for murder might look clean if you washed it, but there were invisible imperfections in the surface of any blade in which blood would stubbornly cling. As for the wall… it would never come off of that wall.
The blood bothered Leo in a way that had nothing to do with its symbolism. It bothered him because it was messy. Ginny would have ignored it and come to think of it as some kind of esoteric finger painting, but not Leo. He had to cover it up with the poster, just as he had to cover up the dark side of his personality that plagued him. Being neat and precise made him feel commonplace and part of the real world. Orderly surroundings helped him forget the disorder of his thoughts. He was afraid someone would find out just how fascinated he was with ghosts and spiritual happenings. Being fussy and neat, with a place for everything and everything in its place helped him to stay grounded in reality.
That was why…
He stopped, but the unwelcome words entered his brain in spite of him.
That was why I hated Ginny.
He hated her because she represented wildness and unleashed freedom. Because she was kooky and didn't care who knew it. Leo cared very much whether anyone thought he was kooky. Ginny latched on to every fad and talked about it to all her friends. He kept his occult interests to himself, and made open fun of horoscopes and fortune tellers and all the rest.
He thought, I hated Ginny but I envied her, too. She was my contact with whatever it is that's beyond us in this world. My girl in outer space…
But there was one way that he could get Ginny back. He turned over and reached for Brenda, closing his hand over the silken warmth of her conical tits. She stirred drowsily and rolled over to her back, her body yielding instinctively to his touch. She's mine, he thought in triumph. I've got her already. She needs a man inside her and damned often, too. She can't keep away from it… she's got cocks on the brain.
He looked down at the puckered skin of her nipple, watching it stretch and smooth out under his pinching fingers until it poked up proudly, as big as an eraser on a pencil. She shivered and stretched her arms back over her head as he continued playing with her. Her nipples were filling rapidly with blood under his stimulation.
"You really get a couple of hardons, don't you?" he laughed.
He opened his mouth to the succulent strawberry tip that she thrust tantalizingly at him, taking the whole hot dark circle of flesh into his mouth. God, they were big! As big as pas ties on the milky skin of her globes. Well, the bigger the nipples the bigger the feeling… He'd drive her nutty, as nutty as Ginny.
His long wet tongue slurped over the pointed surface of her tits, lingering over the swollen ends and revolving in rapid circles until her back arched like a cartwheel.
"Uuuummmmmmm… ooooohhhhh, lick it, bite on them! Hurt me a little, darling. Ahhhhhhh, yesyesyes, I can feel it!"
She twisted back and forth on her back like a writhing snake trapped in flames, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth taut with a straining smile of passion. She cupped the generous creamy orbs with her palms and pushed them together in sexual offering to his eager mouth. She moved to and fro, forcing his lips first to one nipple then the other. He was excited now himself but he would make her wait for it awhile… a long while.
"Give me a tit squeeze, baby," he panted. He rose up on his knees and straddled her chest, aiming his swollen shaft of rock-hard cock into the velvety cleavage. Leo's eyes closed as the throbbing sphere of his rod pushed into the firm roundness, digging into the billowing valley of warm femaleness. It felt like no other part of a woman could feel, like marble come to life.
He pushed her hands away and grasped her tits in his palms, rubbing his thumbs over the stiff nipples as he pressed the hills tight around his thundering cock. His enormous balls were ready to burst from the hot semen within them as they bobbed over the smooth skin of her waist.
Brenda moaned and thrashed, begging him in a broken, passion-choked voice to fuck her but he only laughed.
"Not yet, sweetheart. There's more to do up top first. Like this!"
He whipped out his blood-swollen red cock and shoved its rubbery tip against her nipple. The bursting prick already had a smear of cum on it from the little slit in the head. In a moment her nipple was slick with his fluid.
"Oh, God, I can't stand it! I'm so hot, sooo hot! My pussy's aching for you, darling! Put him in her, come on, put that big bun up my pussy! Don't waste it… ooohhhhhh! Please, please fuck me!"
Her eyelids fluttered spasmodically and for a moment she looked truly insane. She was. Well, she'd come out of orbit when he was damn good and ready to bring her down. He had brought the vibrator with him tonight. Thank God for technology.
"Baby, this tit job is too good," he gasped. "This is the cushiest fuck I've had in a long time."
His body bucked in sexual fury as he rammed his cock into her soft boobs. Her cleavage was wet with cum now, so that it felt like a nice hot pussy. He scurried forward on his knees, trapping her chest with his body and squeezing her breasts into a velvety cock trap. His balls ached with boiling semen as they swung against her heaving body. He was getting it now… He'd squirt her all over with his cum, till her tits shone with it. Now… now… now!
"Ah! Oh, baby… you're… getting a wad and a half!"
He shuddered in ecstasy as he pounded his shooting cock against her slickened tits, rubbing it all over the firm globes until at last he stopped cuming.
Brenda gazed down at herself, wide-eyed and dazed with the fountain of cum that he had smeared on her. Leo laughed, falling forward and grasping her breasts, massaging the viscid fluid into them.
"That keeps 'em firm, did you know that? Chinese women used to collect sperm to use as an astringent. How do you like your beauty treatment?"
It was sexy but it was somehow contemptuous too. Deep in the recesses of his mind Leo wanted to degrade her as he had degraded Ginny. He liked to think of his come as a magic potion that would keep her young and firm and soft-fleshed forever. The fountain of youth… a triumph over death. And he was the magician!
"You ever give a tit job before?"
"Yes," she answered, stunned. "But not like that. I never felt… I mean…"
She seemed drugged, even hypnotized. He smiled excitedly at her. He'd really left his mark on her this time. A marked woman… his own.
"Now for your party," he said, rising. He picked up his coat and took the vibrator from his pocket. He couldn't get another hard-on yet but he wanted to satisfy her. If a man wanted to own a woman he could never let her go around with horns. She must think of him as a phallic God, someone whose virile power never let her down.
He grinned at her, holding up the white plastic tube.
"Know what this is?"
"Yes," she whispered. Her eyes were fixed and staring.
"Ever use once?"
"No. I've just heard about them."
It was shaped just like a big cock, except that it was bigger than any human male could possible be. Leo flicked a little switch in the base and a humming sound began, like an electric razor.
He waved it out to her, lightly touching her face with it and then trailing it down her neck. She shivered and jerked away.
"On your back, honey. Spread nice… Atta girl. Now I'm going to put this on your cunt and make you feel good. Right on this little flipper here."
He touched her clitoris with the buzzing instrument. Brenda gasped, her fists balling and clutching at handfuls of the wrinkled sheets.
"Like that? How does it feel? Tell me."
"Oh, it's so intense! It's like a live wire. I – oooohhhhhh! Keep it there, right there!"
She reached down to her crotch and spread her pussy lips back until she was an envelope of pink, wet femaleness. Her clitoris had emerged from its hood of cuntal flesh and jutted out like a tiny tongue. Leo held the pointed tip of the vibrator just barely on the budlike growth. The lighter the better with these gismos, he thought. All she needed was the lightest touch of this electrifying caress.
"Now we'll build a bee hive in your cunt. Put your legs up!"
She jackknifed her body, her legs sprawled and kicking, as he shoved the quivering instrument into her open gap. Brenda's eyes flew open in surprise as she felt the monstrous inhuman size of the buzzing artificial cock.
"Awwwww! I can't take it! I can't! Oooooooh, it's hurting… it won't go in. Ahhhh! Don't push it!"
It was up her pussy as far as it would go. Leo felt the barrier of cervical flesh and stopped, switching the snap to higher power. The buzz grew more intense and Brenda's hips swiveled wildly in answer.
"Now you work it," he said, laughing. "It's all yours, honey."
She lay on her back, her smooth white belly heaving. The white plastic handle protruded from her spread pink pussy, dividing the wet crevice and tormenting the coral valley of her sex. Leo gazed into the split crotch. Christ, she was really opened up! She looked as big as a woman about to drop a kid. That tight little hole could really expand to take anything when a chick was hot enough. She was sucking at the vibrator with her cunt, sucking as though her cunt had been a mouth. The instrument moved in and out as if he were still shoving it at her. Cunt juice ran down the shiny pink mound and smeared over the buzzing shaft. Brenda's ass was lifted high in the air as she braced her heels into the mattress. He looked up into the secret valley of her ass cheeks and saw her anal ring smeared with cum – his or hers, he did not know.
"Oh, it's wonderful! It's making me get it! I'm coming! I'm on fire… Leo!"
She rolled over, twisting and thrashing and locking her thighs to hold the slippery instrument in her cunt for the last delicious throb of her climax. It went on until her hips twitched weakly in its final throes as she lay on her side, too exhausted to remove the phallus.
"Take it out, I can't stand it," she whimpered gesturing weakly.
Leo reached out and turned off the switch. "Better not pull it out just yet," he cautioned. "Let it come out naturally… like a real prick does when it goes plop."
She collapsed on her back, her legs spread. At last it was expelled from her aching cunt. She winced as he eased it between her lips.
She had the look of a totally satisfied woman, a look of mindless and boneless relaxation. Leo thought of the expression putty in his hands. She looked that pliable now as she lay in a crumpled heap pliable and vulnerable.
Power… The word throbbed through his brain. Power!