The kitchen was very warm from the oven. The gas hissed loudly as Bert stood across from the oven and dripped with sweat. Christ, he thought, flicking the gas off, what am I doing? He rubbed his eyes to clear the sweat that beaded through down his forehead and through his brows. He was dizzy from the bottle of wine he had drunk and he moved with a stagger in his gait.
"I'm losing my mind," he said weakly. In the next room, he heard Heidi groaning. He knew the girl well enough to realize she was at that moment rolling around on the living room rug with her thighs clamped together.
He grabbed his expired cock, shaking the soft foreskin which only moments before had been cleaned in Heidi's eager, young mouth.
He had to be sick in the head. It was the only explanation for treating Heidi like an animal. After leaving her mouth, his skin felt cold and he had come into the kitchen shaking uncontrollably.
He turned on the oven. As he waited for the burner to catch, he had the strangest sensation to stick his head inside and breathe the gas fumes which smelled sweet and pleasing. He had almost done it too, except the burner caught, throwing out the heat like water from a bucket and he had come around. Bert had actually contemplated suicide; more than that, he had actually given it a half-ass try. Suddenly, his whole body was shaking and sweating; he was paralyzed with fear and for several minutes all he could do was to think of how crazy he felt. And how crazy the world was.
It was Heidi's sultry voice that finally brought him around when from the living room she purred: "What are you doing, Bert?" Her seductive voice brought him around in a hurry. Suicide was a crazy trip, the ultimate trip and he wasn't ready for that one yet. He flipped off the oven and staggered back into the living room where Heidi was curled up on the sofa flipping through a magazine. She looked up at him with those big, liquid eyes and his body flushed with excitement. His mind was drifting again and he swigged lustfully from the second bottle of wine, letting the juice trickle from the corners of his mouth. The nationals were only a few hours away; the girls were as ready as they would ever be. He had done the best job he could, given it his best shot and whether he got drunk tonight or not would mean nothing in the outcome tomorrow.
Heidi's incandescent eyes narrowed. "When did you start drinking wine?"
And Bert looked at the half-finished bottle and stared up at Heidi with a strange puzzled look sweeping across his face and started to giggle.
Wine. He hadn't drunk wine for years. His mind skipped back to that polluted shit-hole city of Saigon. It was the last place he had drunk wine because the local beer was so fucking bad.
He held up the bottle and no longer felt afraid for his sanity. It was all part of a desperate need to relive those wild days spent in the jungles. The pressures of war had made him feel things with a ferocious intensity that he had not felt before or after the war.
Maybe he was getting screwy like Alice Dilly's old man who had fought in Korea along with his dad and had got so strung out on the war trip that he had never come down. He had been an architect once, designing several homes in the Strand that were still marveled at. Now he ran a cut-rate gas station and drank his guts out. He was a victim of the war syndrome and as Bert looked at the bottle, now nearly gone, he wondered if he too were a victim.
"What are you thinking about?" Heidi asked.
Bert did not answer her; instead he went back to the kitchen and returned shortly with a can of greasy shortening. Sitting next to Heidi, he removed his pants and underwear and began applying the greasy substance all over her body.
"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed as he lathered her breasts and belly with the slop. She felt a sudden chill of terror up her spine as he greased her thighs and dipped between her cheeks, coating her anus. Her belly tightened up as his fingers ran up and down her ravine, her tender, pink flesh aching under his insistent dabbing. Her asshole hadn't recovered from the surge of his cock a few hours before. Her tight channel ached like the devil as if it had been douched out with molten lead.
"Bert, please," she said, wiggling under him.
"It's about time we reached an understanding," he said, continuing to cover her skin with the shortening. The can was half emptied and had a way to go yet. "You talk when I say so," he said. "We had fun the last time, didn't we?"
Heidi would be lying if she said different. Painful as her backside was, she had found anal rape to be very satisfying, even exciting towards the finish when his hose-like cock spurted cream into her ravage channel. She felt guilty about enjoying him fucking her asshole. It was a degrading experience being pushed around on the floor, forced to satisfy him and speak French and all the other stuff that he wanted.
Bert continued in silence until he had covered the girls flesh with grease. Then he stood back, moving his hand up and down the limber shaft, as he admired her gleaming skin. It was fantastic! Heidi's greased flesh shone like glass as every movement of her hip or breasts was reflected by the overhead light. He sat back on his knee, working his cock until the circumcised head zinged warmth back through the shaft and into his prostate gland.
Heidi had no idea what he planned to do and her fear of the unknown showed: she clamped her butt cheeks together and stared at him with a pleading, frantic urgency.
"Wha-What do you want?" Heidi asked.
He had to laugh. Because what he wanted was not Heidi, but a girl back in Vietnam. He had run into her at a wild party held at a Tue Du Street apartment owned by a French photographer. It was a great party; there were ten guests and just the girl, a wild, frenetic nymphomaniac who didn't mind pulling a train for the men as long as each fucked her in a different way.
She was a rare beauty with the sharp cheekbones and full lips of the French; the huge, red nipples of the Thais; and the thin, shapely legs of the Vietnamese. The smell of spent semen and raw sex leaked from her sensuous body as she lay on the Oriental rug, her hips wiggling seductively at him.
"I'm too late," he had said, but the girl shook her head and quickly showed him a way to have sex that seemed so perverse and horrid that he wondered why it had not occurred to him before.
Heidi had no idea what carnal pleasures he had in store for her. He let the sweet memories of Vietnam return to his subconscious as he turned to the girl, ready to stimulate her in ways the poor secretary could only imagine.
"Those titties sure look nice with all the grease," Bert said, reaching for her mounds. Heidi, terrified now by the unknown, tried pulling away, but his hand was already upon her breast, squeezing and caressing the plum-sized nipples. Squeezing ever so gently so that the result was a resurgence of sexual excitement.
"You scared me," said Heidi. She arched her back and let him suck on her nipples. Nothing turned her on faster than that. And boy, could he lick and suck! Heidi was almost willing to turn over on her belly and let him run his cock through the grease, even into her asshole. Almost, but not quite.
"You want me to talk in French?" she asked.
He nodded, never raising his face from her chest. The stirring of old memories, not to mention old passions and the wild, animal sensations that come with doing coarse, brutish things thrilled him. He felt very good, in fact he felt better than ever.
He reached around and toyed with her butt, feeling her flinch against his caress and digging the sensation. He had gotten to the silly stewardess with his dick, had shocked her to the bone with his hard cock. She was a stuck-up bitch, a glorified waitress who at 30,000 feet thought she was a queen. But that was an illusion, one totally destroyed when his cock jived hot come into her asshole.
Bert lifted his head and dragged his body on top of Heidi. Their chests and abdomens squished, his belly going in and out against hers, a rhythmic sensation that was seductive and assertive.
Her breathing picked up as he looked into the dark pools of her eyes now clouded with a fearful uncertainty and whispered, "Do you want to have a few thrills?"
No! I'm not going to let him fuck me there a second time, she thought. Not again. But when Bert made no attempt to finger her asshole, Heidi took a long deep breath and rolled against the burly arms which held her slippery body in a secure grip. A smile broke at the corners of his mouth, a devilishly wicked smile that seemed both appealing and ominous to Heidi whose cunt glowed hot as a light bulb. She wiggled against Bert who got the message. He reached between her silken thighs sand rubbed her velvet pelt until the grease combined with the juice oozing from her slit.
"Ooooo!" she gasped unable to move. Her clitoris stuck out like a tight diamond and his fingers rippled across the tip which electrified her twat. It was a sensational feeling, one that made her vibrate.
"Are you feeling up to it?" he repeated.
His penis was sticking out before her eyes, thick around and lightly curved like a banana. She watched as he jerked the shaft with his two fingers, pointing the wedge-shaped head at her like a cannon.
"Oh, yessss!!" Heidi purred. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly a man could have an erection. "You weren't very nice to me before," she cautioned. "Promise you won't hurt me?"
He nodded his head, nudging his pecker forward. Raising his leg, Bert slipped over on her stomach so his cock lay on her chest. He rocked gently back and forth, the layer of grease making a sickly sucking noise as he rode her belly. He pushed his shaft up along her chest which almost made him laugh out loud as he flickered against her tit. He reached behind into her quim and continued massaging her drenched fuck slot while his cock inched to her mouth.
His fingers were inside her, plying her warmth with tender, living strokes. Heidi humped against him; that was all she could do. Pumping rhythmically to drive his fingers deeper. She felt a passion deep in her cunt. She had to have his cock. Just had to!
"Hurry," she gasped. "Please, hurry up. I want you. God, yes I want to suck you and fuck you."
Through the valley of her breasts he lunged his cock; it pushed with a long fluid motion, his balls dragging along behind like a Scotty terrier as her mouth opened in a big joyful O shape. He slid in all hot and tingly.
"Jesus," he whispered stroking her face. She squished underneath his flexed thighs like a rubber life raft, her hips pumping up and down moving his incensed boy in gentle love rhythms. He groaned as Heidi brought her wrinkled lips down on his penis. She was soft as marmalade and she did wonderful sucking things to the wrinkled skin surrounding his stiff fuck wand. The come boiled up immediately and he made no effort to stop the flow. Heidi was hot, anxious and eager; pumping his rocks back and forth be gripped her ears with his hands and when his semen welled in the tip, he screamed out once and shot juice down her gulping throat.
"Hmmmmm!" he groaned. She sucked on his spurting wand with an intensity that surprised even him. He closed his eyes and saw the startled face of the secretary in Vietnam. It was a look that he would never forget. All those men had fucked her awesomely beautiful body and then it was his turn. He needed something new and different and while stripping for her, he realized what the special something was.
He opened his lids and saw much to his delight, Heidi's cheeks bloated out with his sperm. Her throat was sucking it all down in great audible muscle constrictions. Fantastic! That's all he could say. Finally, his semen was drained and she looked at him, tired from her labors when he said: "May I?"
Heidi was so stirred up that she could hardly control herself. He had been okay. Really okay! But as he withdrew his dick, limp from coming he wanted more. It accounted for the wild stary look in his eyes. It accounted for a lot of things. The raw, pungent smell of his shaft filled her nostrils. Her belly fluttered with excitement. Christ, she thought, understanding now what he wanted. He wants me to do that. Oh, wow, he wants to do that!
Bert had a striking ability to get right to the heart of her most primitive needs and desires. The grease was part of it, making sex kinky as sort of a lead up. God, he really wanted to, she thought, her twat doing flip flops. And then for some unknown reason, she bobbed her head and in a surprisingly loud voice said, "Yes! Of course you can!" She watched his penis flopping around like a dead fish before her eyes. It was coming up again, his fingers pushing the vile-looking prick face close to her nose. The end twitched with anxiety as his fingers trembled in their task.
"Yesss!" he shouted.
Heidi looked unblinkingly into the barrel of his pecker when the first hard flow of urine began.
"Whaaaa!!" she screamed. The aim was off and the yellow stream sparkled as it bounced off her face, splashing her checks with its hot steaming message of desire. The urine flowed out his cock in what seemed to be a never-ending supply.
Bert was laughing like a hyena. Heidi had the same disbelieving shocked expression on her face as did the Eurasian that day so long ago in Vietnam. He worked his cock back and forth across her face like a hose. The urine splashed on her lips and mouth and rising up, Bert worked backwards, spraying her tits with the ripe nipples and her chest and finally the triangular thatch of cunt hair. The pee flowed in a never-ending supply. He straddled Heidi's twisting torso, his thighs bent slightly in a half-squat, his long hose-length of cock washing down her greasy body.
"Jesus!" she gasped. The surprise had been so sudden that it became a perverse thrill. And the yellow deluge only nurtured the tingling of sensation. It screamed like a boat horn during a foggy night.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" she gasped as his finger snapped her clitoris and his hands caressed her breasts. Only her lips moved as the pee splashed down her. Hot piss everywhere as Bert broke out laughing. He hunched down and sprayed her armpits. He had never felt such utter relief in his whole life. The poisons in his body was draining out his cock onto Heidi. The more be peed the better it felt.
And Heidi was getting into the act too. "Oooooh, fuck," she moaned. She clung to his cock, or tried to rather, for he was slippery with pee and his tool kept jumping from her grasp.
"My God that's sick," she said at last.
"Fucking-a, if it's not," laughed Bert. His laughter came in long, excited bursts exploding against her ears like the report of a gun. He finished up emptying his bladder with a long sigh.
"All right, get up," he ordered.
"Oh, goodness," gasped Heidi. It was too much. She rolled off the bed, her skin soaked in urine, covered with grease and looked at Bert as if he were crazy. Jesus, he is crazy, she thought weaving off to the bathroom and the warm shower that awaited her.
Bert in the meantime was falling back on the floor, his cock limp as a noodle. He was thinking of the pretty girl back in Vietnam. She had been eighteen years old at the time. Four years older than Heidi.
Four years older than Alice.
It was a nice, in between age.