The Roberts bathroom was large, with both a tub and a stall shower. Judy liked using the bathtub. Between the tub and the shower, against the far wall, was a double sink with plenty of space between the two basins.
At my instructions Judy set the radio where she normally put it, between the two basins, far away from the tub. The wall plug was above the right sink, right near the tub, which would have made it easy for Ignatz Randall to shove the radio into the tub without the plug being yanked out. This was especially true since Judy used an extension cord to purposely keep the radio far away from the tub.
Judy didn't understand what was going on, but she did as I instructed, and got into the bathtub, after filling it with suds. Before leaving my house, earlier, I had brought along a dummy extension cord. It was all insulation without inside wiring. It had taken more than a little doing to slide the wiring out without breaking the insulation, and then tape back the male plug. I substituted my dummy extension cord for the one Judy was using, keeping the other one handy.
Judy relaxed in the tub, listening to the music coming from a small portable radio I'd hidden inside a medicine cabinet near the other radio. She still couldn't understand what was happening, but she trusted me. I watched her play with the suds, letting them slide off her lovely, firm boobs, and she was even more desirable now. From where I was standing, in the shower, behind the heavy curtains, I was getting another erection.
It was almost twelve minutes after ten when I saw the bathroom door inch open. In the mirror above the sink across the room I saw Ignatz Randall's face. I had to hand it to him. The man moved quietly. He was wearing a blue suit and heavy gloves. Judy almost leaped from the tub she was so startled.
"Who are you?" she asked, genuinely afraid.
"I'm sorry," was all Randall said, and walking over to the sink, grabbed the radio and heaved it into the tub before it occurred to him it wasn't really playing.
Judy screamed and leaped up, holding Randall's attention just long enough for me to step from the shower and whack him over the head with my gun butt. He fell forward, stumbling into the tub, sloshing water all over the place as he fell.
Naked, with suds and water dripping from her delectable torso, Judy huddled against the wall, screaming, "He'll drown, he'll drown."
Throwing a bath towel around her, I dragged her into the bedroom and explained bow her husband had planned to have her killed by the man now suffocating in the bathtub. I told her she was to call the police and tell them how a man had broken into her house while she was taking a bath, and attempted to kill her by throwing the radio into the tub. He slipped and fell in, hitting his head.
"But why let him drown?" Judy asked, as I removed the dummy cord from the still-submerged radio. When I replaced the real extension cord and plugged it into the wall, there was a flash and the plug popped out.
"I can't explain," I told her, "but you keep on trusting me."
Hell! I had no intention of letting her know about the murder club. She'd spill to the cops, and eventually they'd learn I was the one who told her. And assuming, as I assumed, a man on the force was associated with the murder club, I'd be in for a lot of trouble.
Once I was certain Judy had phoned the police, I left. I had an appointment at the office of Dr. Joseph Carreba in Maplehurst.
I got to the office at ten forty-five. The door was open so I went in. The outer office had a desk, a chair, carpeting and a bunch of chairs for waiting patients. Only no patients were waiting, yet.
The mousey-looking redheaded nurse came out of the doctor's office in a spanking-white uniform, and staring at her perfectly round tits, I became horny all over again. Her freckled face wasn't beautiful, but it certainly wasn't ugly. But from the neck down, this chick was built. Oh man was she built.
"What can I do for you?" she asked.
"I'm from the Vance Insurance Company," I told her. "We have an application for a Mrs. Joan Randall, and I need medical information for my company. We'll pay the doctor's standard fee, of course."
"The doctor's not in, yet," she explained. "He'll be here in about an hour. If you'd care to leave the insurance form, I'll fill it out and mail it to you."
"Mrs. Randall wanted the insurance to take effect as quickly as possible," I muttered, smiling my best smile. "Could you look up her records now, while I'm here."
My smile was beginning to melt her cool exterior. "Well I don't know…" she began.
"Please," I requested, letting my hand brush her shoulder.
I could feel her shudder when my hand touched her. This was one hot chick, just ripe for a good screwing. In spite of my workout with Judy Roberts, I felt I had something left for the redhead.
"What's your name?" I asked, ushering her into the doctor's office and shutting the door.
"I'm Nicky," she replied, damn well knowing what I had in mind. And from the way she moved, there was no doubt she intended complying.
"My friends call me Will," I told her.
"Well Will, will you or won't you?" she asked, a timid smile crossing her lips.
"I will if you will," I answered, leaning down and kissing her.
"I want more than a simple roll in the hay," she murmured as our lips parted and her tongue licked my mouth.
"I don't think any kind of roll in the hay should be simple," was my reply.
"You didn't impress me as simple," she went on, unzipping her uniform and removing it. Underneath was a simple panty and bra covering her tight, neat body. I saw she was freckled all over.
She leaned forward and kissed me again, sucking my tongue in and rubbing it with hers, letting the velvet of it set me to burning. And I could tell she was becoming equally excited. The way her tongue swirled about in my mouth, teasing my inner cheeks and tantalizing my palate, I knew this was pure action. Her lips grabbed my tongue and began sucking on it the way I'd seen other women suck my burning cock.
I didn't waste any more time. Still kissing her and letting her suck delightfully on my tongue, I took off my clothes, once again careful to arrange them for quick dressing. She was kissing me with such concentration, she never noticed my automatic and holster when I tucked them under my clothes on a nearby chair.
Once I was undressed, I removed her bra and panty and made her stand back so I could get a really good look at her. Nicky was a real redhead. The flaming bush above her watery cunt let me know that.
I hoisted her onto the examining table and stood on the stool in front of her so she could better reach my already stiff prong. She fondled it, inflaming it all the more, then leaned down and kissed the already lubricating head. This was no shy dummy. She let her tongue rove over the purpling head, her saliva mixing with my natural juices. Mmmmm! Did she ever know how to lick.
Hoisting her up again, I turned her so she faced away from me, knees on the examining table, and got right on up there with her, feeling the silky smoothness of her flesh as it rubbed against my thighs, making my aching cock cream even more. I slipped my prong between her juicing thighs, letting the solid knob rub against her erecting clit. She began breathing heavily, and I knew this was one girl who knew how to come.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, reaching down and cupping her puffy cunt lips. She moaned involuntarily, and when I reached around with my forefinger I felt her extended clit come to life. She writhed and groaned, sighing as my finger began rubbing itself all over the man in the boat. She jerked and heaved, and so I let my middle finger slip into her flooding gash.
Now she became frenzied, spinning and wiggling her tight and lovely ass against me. I rubbed my finger deeper into her sloshing cunt, rubbing first one wall and then the other, feeling both her inner and outer labia squeezing the digit.
Now I began using my thumb as well as my forefinger on her extended center of pleasure. My fingers rolled the delightful clit between them, evoking evanescent groans of pure ecstasy. The vigorous fingering I gave it all but paralyzed her in that bent-over position, and it got to the point where her vocal chords tightened up and she could barely utter a sound. I could see the blood rushing to her face and neck as her thighs tightened and she began spasming then and there.
"Everything," I said, withdrawing my hand and spinning her onto her back, making her lie down with me hovering over her.
My straining cock was aching to bury itself in her nookie.
I raised her solid legs high in the air and let her full calves drape over my shoulders. Reaching down, I let my forefinger tickle the rim of her wrinkled asshole. When I tried pushing bard, she tightened her sphincter, resisting entry, and I knew she wasn't ready for anything in that area yet.
Returning my finger to her swollen labia, I parted them and ran my finger around the rim of her quim, soaking my finger in her seeping sauce. I let it slurp around until it was completely covered with her brimming grease, then rubbed both sides of my finger against the rosebud of her anus. I repeated my action a good five or six times until I felt her loosen the muscles of her ass cheeks. Little by little my finger slipped into her rectum, pushing past the tight sphincter ring, making a nice, slippery path. Now her ass channel was well oiled.
She was breathing more and more unevenly, waiting for me to ride my swollen prick into her gooey cunny, hoping I'd plough into her sexhole before trying the back entrance. I reached behind the thighs she had pressing against her torso and grabbed both round tits. What luscious tits they were; apple-shaped and topped with pink areolae and almost-red nipples.
My hardened cock, standing straight out from my body was pointing its smooth-knobbed head at the hair-fringed labia of her hungering pussy. I leaned forward and let my peckerhead slide right into her dewy slot. The girl was crazy for cock, which explained why she had been so easy to make.
She was writhing and breathing so hard she was almost spastic. Her legs wrapped themselves around my neck, pulling my head down. Her soft, hungry mouth clamped itself on mine, her tongue once more forcing its way into my mouth, touching every tooth, as if counting them.
Reaching underneath, I squeezed her perfectly round ass, and let my burning fuckpole slide a little deeper into her begging cunt. She was so hungry for my pole I suddenly felt her suck the prodding prong deeply into her, until her hair ring rubbed the root of my aching dong. My reaming rammer was as far up into her hotbox as it could go, and man, it felt terrific.
Pulling back, I eased my steaming cock out to the head, then slammed it forward, kissing her pussylips with my pelvis. The motion started another raging orgasm in the tunnel of her burning sex. I threw my pounding prick deeply into her hot hole and she began to go crazy, wriggling all over the examination table. The more she wriggled, the faster I fucked, and the faster my column crashed into her the more she loved it. I moved my prong in and out so quickly it actually felt as if smoke was erupting from her feminine volcano. I've heard of men being fucked to death, but this was the first time I felt a woman might end up that way.
She came, spasming wildly, digging her nails into my ass as her legs almost strangled me. Again and again she came, squirting all over my cock with her colorless fluids, showing no signs of easing up. She was in the realm of utter sensation, all generated by the pistoning of my plunging cock as it powered back and forth in her voracious vagina. She was a helpless eel, slithering back and forth on the end of my powering pecker, and she had lost complete control of her upthrusting body. As long as my cock continued to fuck into her, she would keep on bouncing.
I tugged my thrusting tool from her heated hole and it came out with a loud pop. Standing up, I stood beside the examining table and watched as she hungrily reached for my fuck spire. I yanked it out of her hand, flipped her over on her belly, letting her legs hang down the side of the table, pointing that juicy white freckled ass in my direction. No, not yet. I had to fuck that delightful cunt some more, so I aimed my probing prick for her hungering cunt and shoved the full length of it into her blistering chamber. The air whooshed out of her as my consummating cock filled every millimeter of space in her flesh hole. She was going ape, enjoying the overpowering delight of my rammer in her deep twat. I shoved it as deep as was humanly possible, reaming it around and around as I pressed against her rubbery ass, feeling the round cheeks rub against my thighs.
Now I began to move my pounding prick into her at top speed, plunging in and out with swift, deep, penetrating strokes, watching her match my plunges with her upthrust ass. She was going into a hypnotic trance over the way I was stuffing my pidookie into her engorged hole.
She began shuddering as yet another series of orgasms overtook her, and I still hadn't reached my first climax. She trembled and heaved her round ass straight up with each spasm, savoring the way her cuntwalls surrounded my horny meat.
"Let me rest," she finally begged, and I pulled my probing poker from her well-fucked cunt.
She turned over, half sitting up, her apple knockers looking so beautiful as they stood up and stared at me. Looking at my still-stiff stuffer, she wondered why I hadn't come.
"I need more stimulation," I told her.
"Never let it be said I sent a patient away with an untreated swelling," she said, smiling. "You lie on the table and I'll take care of you."
So I lay down on the table and immediately felt her burning tongue on my belly. She could have started higher and worked her way down, but she knew time was of the essence. The doctor would be there in about a half hour. We didn't have time to waste.
She licked my stomach, setting me all atingle, then worked her way down. At first I thought she was going to start sucking on my oil-coated cock, but she bypassed it, lifted my legs, and jammed her tongue straight into my ass.
Static thrills eeled their way through me, and as her tongue worked its way in and out, I thought I was ready to go crazy. Then she used her lips as well as her tongue, actually sucking on my anal regions, and I thought it was the end of the world. This gal was a great ass sucker.
Just when I thought my poor cock would batter itself to death, she stopped. My lance stood straight up in the air like an Eiffel Tower of flesh and blood.
Nicky wasted no time in mounting me, straddling my thighs, hovering over my enlarged schvance with her once-again-steaming trench. Squatting, she made certain my fuckpole was lined up with the deliciously soft entrance to her womanly channel, then she simply sat on it, her feet extending themselves to either side so that her ass slammed smack against my thighs. She wailed, feeling my probing prick penetrate her to the womb. My flaming cock was all but lost in the overheated pussy of the luscious nurse squatting on top of me.
"Move it, honey," I told her, feeling the way her cushioned cunt walls held my cock. Her hips began a circular motion, making my pylon feel as if it were wrapped in a blanket of ecstatic pleasure. She moved her creamy ass up and down with amazing rapidity, making certain every bit of the surface of my blood-filled pudendum was massaged and sucked.
Her fabulous fanny kept pounding, and her turbulent twat continued its leeching. I stared at the sight of this succulent woman as she bounced on my excruciatingly aching cock. Her fabulously round tits bounced up and down, but were so firm they never flapped. I reached up and massaged the cherry-red nipples, wanting to suck them into my mouth, hoping to chew on them and savor their flavor.
I could feel the inner walls of her crushing cunt tightening again. She was ready for another blowoff, and I could feel my own sperm starting to rise.
Now she gyrated wildly, almost spinning as she churned her firm hips against my hands. Each time she sat down she got another lunging stab from my swordlike cock, and the excitement in her continued mounting.
She began jumping up and down wildly, and once or twice my flailing cock slipped out of her hustling hole, but because it was so rigid, it had no trouble re-entering her pulsating center. And that delightful ass refused to stop churning, sending one rippling sensation after another into my stretched fuckpole. My upstanding probe shivered and shook until an overpowering peak was attained, and I began jetting spunk into her hungry cunt canyon.
My nuts ached like crazy as the wild spurts of jism shot into her waiting sheath, and now her ass moved like a machine, with short, rapid up and down strokes. She threw her burning box down with all her strength, steeling herself for her final orgasm I could see her vibrate as the sticky come from my body soaked the walls of her bouncing valley. She must have felt as much of a tingle surround her pussy as I felt inside my pounding prick.
I erupted again and again, thrilling to the feeling of the way her cunt clasped my still-rigid dong. And then she actually started shrieking, her thighs wide apart and her hands tugging at her loins. A load of lava was going into, instead of out of, her volcano. Her crazed cunt seemed to explode in a trillion directions at once as I continued spurting into her writhing box. And then, finally, it all subsided.
When it came to sex this chick was no dummy. She wanted more but realized it would have taken a good hour to raise another solid cane between my thighs, so she got off me, wiped the two of us clean with a moist towelette. Then we dressed. She had a smile on her mousey kisser now, and had lost all of her initial cool reserve.
"You should know," she told me, "that I normally don't behave quite this irrationally. But last night my boyfriend and I had sex and though he came, I didn't. I was going crazy for a climax. When you showed up, you were dripping with ability. Normally I might have been able to control myself. But because of what happened last night, I guess I…"
"Hey," I broke in, clipping my holster on under my jacket, attaching it to my belt. "Since when d'you have to apologize for a good time?"
"It's just that I don't want to foster the wrong impression."
"I have only one impression of you, honey, and believe me, it's a great one. Now, about that record of Mrs. Randall."
She went to the file cabinet, shuffled through the cards, and came out with the one marked Joan Randall. She let me glance at it, quickly. There was nothing in Joan Randall's record about a weak heart. A malingering odor was starting to form in the land of the Danes.
"How often does Joan Randall see the doctor?" I asked.
"According to her card she has a semi-annual checkup," Nicky replied, "and the last one was two months ago."
"According to these records she's in perfect health."
"She is," Nicky nodded, checking the record herself.
"No high blood pressure or a weak heart, right?"
"None of those," Nicky agreed, putting the record away.
"What's the doctor's fee?" I asked.
"For checking the record? You paid in advance," she smiled.
"You are a doll," I smiled back. "If you didn't have a steady boyfriend, I'd be back for social reasons."
"Don't let that stop you," she replied, writing her name and address on a piece of paper and handing it to me. "He works out of town and only comes in for the weekends."
"You'll be hearing from me," I reassured her, tucking her slip of paper into my wallet. And she would. Anyone who could fuck as well as she deserved a whole night of attention.
Leaving the doctor's office I noticed the good physician pulling up in his black Cadillac. When he got out, I saw he was skinny, of medium height, wore glasses, and had a long neck like a chicken.
I'd seen him somewhere before, but couldn't remember where until I'd gotten into my own Falcon and pulled away. And when I realized where I'd seen him, I was glad he hadn't been at his office when I'd arrived. Joseph Carreba was the man I'd seen last night conducting the meeting of the murder club in the hall of the Knights of Seabrook building.
This made things all the more puzzling. Did Carreba order Joan Randall fucked to death knowing her heart was sound?