When Bert got home, the front door was unlocked, dirty dishes and empty wine bottles littered the living room and water from the upstairs bathroom was running.
Heidi was his current girlfriend. He had met her at a singles bar half a mile from the house. She was just a few years over the drinking age, had a pretty smile that matched her wispy blonde hair and spoke three languages, an asset, no doubt, that helped land her a stewardess job with Pan-Am. Her looks were stunning and her clothes immaculate. Perhaps that was why she messed up the house on her stopovers every three weeks or so.
"Fucking slob," he cursed. He had meant to get rid of Heidi, but she was an infrequent visitor and on several occasions her company had helped pass a lonely night. But his patience was running short.
He ran up the stairs, trying to think of a polite way to dump the broad. He pursued several possibilities, none very successful. Hell with it, Bert thought. The best way is the most direct. He heard Heidi's clear voice singing a French song above the hiss of shower water. Taking a deep breath, he twisted the doorknob and walked in. A thick cloud of warm mist rushed up to meet him. Heidi gasped as the door opened then slumped back in the tub. "You scared me," she said, taking a deep breath. Heidi took the bar of perfumed soap and lathered her breasts which bobbed like apples in a water barrel.
The shower was turned on full blast, spraying water down on the svelte, doe-eyed stewardess stretched out in the tub whose long, shapely legs pressed up against the wall. With the shower curtain pulled back, water ran over the tub onto the floor. A puddle of water surrounded Bert's tennis shoes.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked. "Trying to flood me out of my own house?"
Heidi giggled coquettishly and responded with a French phrase he didn't understand, but was no doubt obscene. Bert glared; his hands trembled with rage at the silly, flirtatious girl who blithely left the house scattered with dirty dishes and let the water run all over the bathroom floor. He clenched his hands until the knuckles cracked. Blood thundered in his skull; a blind, ferocious rage filled him.
"Get out of the tub," he snapped. "I'll be in the bedroom." The door slammed behind him, leaving Heidi to her warm bath, and her disquieting thoughts. What have I done, she thought. Such a strange man. One minute happy, the next filled with rage.
Heidi had made love to many men, but none like Bert Anderson. Her affairs were with older men she'd met on the international flights. They were flitting, harmless encounters; men scared of growing old, or strapped with unloving wives. Heidi found sex with these lovers to be quick, painless, and lucrative; they showed appreciation with expensive gifts, lavish dinners, even a proposal of marriage now and then. But Heidi earned her just rewards. More often than not, she wound up with a nervous man who couldn't get an erection and Heidi would cup his soft penis in her hand and rub his slender shaft until he was firm and hard. Then she would flop down on the bed and push his penis between her thighs. That's if she were lucky. Sometimes, her lover got so excited that Heidi had to fellate his cock before come shot all over the bed and ruined their lovemaking. Most of the sex was uneventful, but she enjoyed the gifts and then there was the occasional man like Bert who didn't need coaxing. He had his own hang-ups, she knew, but sex was not one of them. At least not with her. Women thought differently about sex than men and Bert seemed to sense this difference.
"Hurry up and get in here," he shouted from the bedroom.
Panic seized Heidi. She quickly rose from the tub, wrapped her body in a thick towel and ran into the bedroom.
Bert waited for her, stark naked. She looked down his well-muscled body and felt her blood pulsate. In the dark forest of pubic hair rose his cock, hard and erect. Bath water dripped from her legs and vapor trails rose from her shoulders like wisps of smoke. He'd looked at the rumpled, unmade bed and wished that she had picked up the house.
Her breasts rose against the towel, the nipples hard and deliciously excited by the soft, tingling fabric. Tension knotted up between her legs. It was still morning, the best time for sex.
"Darling, I'm sorry about the house," Heidi said. Then she giggled impishly. "I'll make it up to you."
Bert's face was drawn in concentration and his eyes held a strange intensity which made Heidi feel vaguely uncomfortable. She stood silhouetted by the sun's rays beaming through the window, the light reflecting off her fluffy hair, accentuating the heat vapor rising upward off her skin.
"Take the towel off," he said evenly.
Heidi did as she was told, letting the towel drop to her feet. Standing naked with the light beaming down and Bert's eyes burning into her skin like coals made Heidi hesitant, unnerved. Her thighs trembled as bit her lower lip. She clasped her hands in front and turned away from the light.
"Come here, Heidi," he ordered.
The stewardess was terrified. Don't let him hurt me, she prayed to herself. I don't want to be harmed. Oh, I hate violence.
Bert sensed her change in mood and laughed inwardly. Silly bitch, he thought, pulling the jar of jam from the bedside tables. He unscrewed the top and scooped out a generous fingerful.
"W-what are you doing?" Heidi stammered.
"Come here and I'll show you."
Heidi didn't want to step forward and yet she couldn't very well run away. Where was she going to run to dressed only in a towel. She rubbed her sweaty palms against the round curve of her hips and stepped forward, staring just above Bert's eyebrows so she would not have to look into his eyes.
There were a lot of things Bert was capable of doing. But Heidi was not prepared for what followed. She felt his fingers move up along the tight muscles of her flat belly and softly stroke her breasts. At the same time his fingers moved around and around the soft flesh his second hand came up and gently coated each nipple with a gob of jam.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Heidi gasped. "It's warm."
"Yes, dear," Bert said simply. "Preserves are supposed to be kept warm." For a few precious seconds, he let the jam remain on her nipples. He knew the effect this had on women, it was a sex trick learned in Vietnam.
"Now put some on my nipples," he ordered. He handed Heidi the jar, and closed his eyes, waiting for the warm sensation of her jam-coated fingers to seep into his muscles. The effect was always astonishing. His dick would throb and he would want sex immediately. The Vietnamese, not known as sensualists, used jam to excite their men. It was part of a fertility rite, at least that's what a news reporter in Da Nang had told him. Wherever the custom came from, the effect was astonishing. Bert strained his self-control, trembling with passion and in a low, raspy voice said, "Now my cock."
Heidi squatted down and applied a thick, gooey layer around the stretched penile skin. The jam went on thick and she had to work the warm stuff into a thin layer so his penis was completely covered. Carefully, she stroked his balls and scooped a fingerful onto his bloated nut sack. Bert grunted forcibly like a wild, untamed beast.
When she rose up, Heidi face glowed with pulsating warmth. Her breasts throbbed, the nipples burning passionately. "Do you want me to start?" she asked, waiting for his head to nod.
"Yes!"
Heidi clasped her fingers around his slim waist and began licking his nipples clean of jam. Her raspy tongue rubbed his tender brown ends, which was a wondrous new sensation for her. She licked and licked, hearing his groans of ecstasy and her own breasts rippled with excitement at the sounds of his excitement. She could barely wait for her turn!
Bert wanted to fuck, had to fuck! He wasn't through with his sexpot stewardess, not by a long shot, but his cock needed the warm, wet passion of a woman. He pushed her down by the shoulders, so her sticky lips hovered at the rigid spear of manhood.
"Now lick my dick," be said coarsely. "Lick the jam off my cock and suck my nuts!"
Heidi flinched under the strong guidance of his hands, but her face did not move away from his cock, which flickered devilishly at her mouth. Bert closed his eyes, pressed his hands around her cheeks and brought her open mouth down on his shaft. His balls almost discharged as woman's warm, soothing lips slid along the blood engorged length of his cock. He pushed the bullet-shaped head through the wet ring of flesh and along the rippled roof of Heidi's mouth. Then she closed against his foreskin, tongue slurping wildly and Bert relaxed.
"Gooood!" he groaned. His fingers crept up along her ears and down along her eyebrows and along the thin ridge of her nose. A pretty face, young and vigorous. Touching Heidi made him think of the lonely swimmer in the pool. The mystery woman, thought Bert. If only she knew how deeply her morning swim had changed his life. His hips lurched forward and he gripped Heidi's face to stop the luxurious warmth of her sucking mouth from taking his seed. Tilting her face at a slight angle, he stroked the warm hollow of the girl's mouth, easing his excited flesh through the ring of wet lips and across the raspy goodness of her tongue. Her even, pearly white teeth raked gently across the foreskin with a teasing innocence, a quality he found most appealing in Heidi.
"Stand up, Heidi," he said softly.
A thin strand of spit attached Heidi's lips to his penis, then it broke, slapping against her chin, and it was over.
Quietly, she rose up, his thin rat-like smile greeting her flushed face; there was more, much more, only Heidi didn't know what to expect. And she knew better than to ask.
"Grab the chair," Bert said. In the corner, near the window, was a French provincial antique, with thin spindly legs, a raised-cushioned seat and hand-carved chair arms.
The girl stood next to the antique and put her hands on the back. It was a pretty shot, but he wasn't taking pictures and it wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"No, the arms," Bert instructed. Moving in to demonstrate, he placed both arms on the chair and stretched out, his legs spread out and his back straight, parallel with the floor.
"What are you going to do?" a puzzled, passionate Heidi asked. She gripped the chair arms, wrapping her fingers around the carved ends. Heidi held on tight, breathing deeply. Suddenly Bert's body was underneath her, his lips pulled back in a sneer. His hands came up the inside of Heidi's calves and she shuddered as he went higher up her leg to her thigh and finally the parted halves of her butt. His distorted face moved closer until his sweet, hot breath flared her nostrils. Her breasts hung straight down like overfilled water gourds. To these sensuous globes, Bert brought his tongue, licking and sucking her jam-covered ends.
"Hmmmmm!" groaned Heidi.
His tongue was glued, tight to her nipples like a leech. The raspy end teased her pouty flesh; teased and then inflamed her breasts which swelled with longing and desire. Rocking back and forth, Heidi was in heaven. The fingers that gently peeled back her buttocks cheeks did not disturb her; that Bert's mouth could plunge her to depths of passion never experienced before was startling. Her ears perked at the sound of lips slurping and sucking. Her nipples were like tightly wound spools of thread that suddenly went spinning free. She rocked on her heels, eyes shut tightly wondering what would happen next.
Then the thrill struck home. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down between her pendulous breasts at the floor. Bert was not there; he was behind her, his fingers dipping into the hot jam, smearing goop in between her butt cheeks.
"Don't get any ideas," he snapped, slapping in the stuff.
She didn't understand. Her asshole and buttocks were covered with the goop yet Bert continued to ply the vicious substance into the hairy crease of her butt and down through her triangular wedge. His fingers probed, explored… experimented.
Heidi didn't want to believe this was happening, that her loins were being greased like a car's front end. Yet that was happening! Bert's hands toyed with her asshole, smearing and massaging her crease. Her knees were weak and rubbery; the sex was no longer wild and impetuous. Heidi realized that in a flash. From the minute Bert had entered the bathroom and she had spotted that strange, evil look in his eye, she had known what the bastard wanted. Heidi tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
"Say something?" Bert asked, rubbing her inflated cunt lips. He teased her bulging clitoris with a swipe of a fingertip that sent an electric shower exploding through her wire-tight nervous system.
He had Heidi positioned just the way a woman of her high-spirited ways should be: legs out, ass cheeks spread, pussy hot and ready. He ran a finger through her cunt and relished the trembling response he got.
He bent closer, rubbing his nose down her back as his hands stroked the girl's mushy twat. She twitched her hips, afraid to move, revolted at what he was doing. "No, please," she began, her trembling legs showing the fear and dread that had come at her out of nowhere.
It was too late for turning back and in a quick sideways movement, Bert was underneath again; only his face was inches from her pussy, his tongue driving into her cooze like a knife into an arrow. Heidi's hips snapped together as her spread legs moved upward. Bert grabbed her tight and jammed his tongue into her cooze, licking and eating and sucking until her twat lips fluttered and she was oozing cunt juice onto his raspy tongue.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" Heidi screamed. Her nerve sheath rippled along the channel walls of her cunt. Her butt was being pulled downward against the soft, pulpy tongue. It was like a cock jammed into her cunt, but softer and warmer. He wiggled like an eel; a shimmying, passionate thing that made her vagina spasm a thousand different ways.
Despite herself, Heidi wiggled down and felt another freaky spasm of pleasure ripple from her cunt. It was so good, she never wanted Bert to stop. Not ever! His tongue was so deliciously warm lapping her pussy. He went at it like a dog which was a terrible thing to think about but it was true. His mouth was glued to her crotch and his tongue was licking the goo off her pussy just like a dog licks the snatch of a bitch in heat. He even made gurgling noises in his throat that sounded like a growl and his nose snorted angrily as he sniffed her wet crotch.
"Bert!" she shouted. The icy chills racing up her spine were like nothing she had ever experienced. It was almost perverted the way he ate her. No man had ever grabbed her by the ass and jammed her crack full of tongue before. Several times man had tried to make up for their sexual inadequacies by pulling some funny stuff, but she hadn't permitted it. But there was no saying no to Bert. Her breasts tingled from the suction of his lips and the lash of his tongue. And now he thrilled her vagina.
"Bert!" she said.
He looked up, his bony face smeared with jam, and cunt juice. "Stop what, darling?"
Heidi sucked in her breath. "You know what," she said. "It's not right the way you're making love."
"Love my ass," he laughed. "I'm eating your pussy."
Heidi felt the long, thin muscles in her thighs go slack and her legs almost buckled. She was uncomfortably aware of the sticky jam between her butt cheeks. It feels so slimy and disgusting, she thought. Heidi looked down with mounting dread at Bert's cherubic face and realized he wasn't finished. Which meant she wasn't finished. She gave a tiny shudder and wished with all her heart that she would come.
As if reading her mind, Bert ran a soft hand up the inside of her wobbly thigh. Heidi gasped when his fingers slipped through the pasty spread of jam and lodged in the matted hair covering her ass crack.
"I've just started," he laughed.
Her legs drooped and a tiny voice kept whispering over and over, "Oh my God, he's crazy!" She tasted the acid tang of fear in her mouth. Boxed in, with no place to run, Heidi froze up, the panic which hovered at the edge of her brain slowly creeping up on her.
"Don't get any ideas," Bert sneered.
"Please," she croaked, her voice almost cracking. Her flesh seemed beyond her control as fear crept into her brain like an awful malignancy and shook whatever remained of her reason.
She was stretched out like a side of beef. Heidi was powerless to move. Maybe if I go along with him, she thought, then he'll hurry.
Her stomach seized up and she bit down hard on her back teeth. The bitter taste of bile flooded her mouth. Between her legs, wandered Bert's hand. It made a gross sucking sound slipping through the jam. His laughter only made things worse and Heidi promised that once he was finished, she would never come back to his house. Never!
Bert licked his lips loudly. He knew the effect his sexual powers had on Heidi, he could feel her tremble in her thighs. Her rump cheeks trembled too, though it was the girl's fear that made them flutter like the wings of a butterfly. He circled her tight sphincter muscle and chuckled as her butt tightened up like a clam shell.
"Baby," he began, "I bet when you were sucking the jam off my cock, you never dreamed I'd fuck your asshole!" To prove his point, he pushed his finger into the ring of bunched muscles.
"Oh!" Heidi cried with a start. She felt a stab of pain followed by a searing, burning sensation. She arched her butt but he followed her movement with a thrust of his hand and her anus exploded like a firecracker. His finger burned a blow torch in her virgin hole.
Another Vietnam trick that worked well on chicks. Bert had no intention of ass fucking Heidi. But once his finger met the soft, sucking flesh of her channel, he gave it a second thought. His cock rose like a flagpole between his legs, ready to fuck something. Her twat was moist and soft from his tongue, but her asshole wasn't.
His finger went into her with a popping noise and by jamming her backside, he made Heidi hump instinctively against him. Maybe that's what the bitch needs, he thought. A good fuck in the ass would straighten the bitch out. He pictured her soft buttocks cheeks humping up and down while he fed hot jam into her sphincter; feeding it into her butt until she screamed and groveled, until she yelled with pain and finally gave in to his craving desires.
"You'd like a little ass fucking, wouldn't you?" he laughed. She'd never admit it; no woman would. Besides as nice as her asshole was, her cunt was better, at least for now. He popped his finger free and rising up on his knees, Bert clutched her butt cheeks and held her soft, wetting pussy before the wedge-shaped face of his cock. He looked at the terrified stewardess and saw the tears suffused in her eyes. Fear had made pinpoints of her eyes, a good sign and he laughed once more. She was so shit-fuck scared, he mused that she'd do anything to satisfy him.
Abruptly, he pushed her head down and got behind her. "How's dog style, lover," he said, rubbing her butt. "I never fuck you from behind, have I?"
"Oh, please, I can't," she cried, the tears trickling down her cheeks. "I-I-I can't do this awful thing for you."
Bert pulled her hips backward, parting her cunt lips. Kneeling into the V of her thighs, his dick pressed tightly against her greasy crease, he listened for her whimper. And when it came, a mournful eerie noise, the sound of defeat and humiliation, he pushed his hips forward and in one swift movement, drove his cock through the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieee!" Heidi screamed. Her sphincter shrank down tight as a nut and her belly quivered with fear. At first she could not believe his long tube of sex was in her cunt. Her hips went back against his body and then forward, dragging his limber fuck-stick in and out. A spastic wave of pleasure flooded her womb. It glowed hotter and hotter until her cunt was consumed with a vibrating, quivering throb, it flared, grew hotter and finally exploded in a jolting orgasm.
"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhh!" she screamed, her urgent screams mixing with the slap, slap, slapping of flesh hitting flesh.
He grabbed her thighs and drove twelve inches of cock into her weeping slit. He entered her sleeve smooth as butter. Ah, God, she was hot. Her channel fluttered and flapped sucking the dick that was fed into her honey pot. His prick, lanky and thick as a garden hose shimmied in her wetness. Bert screamed in her ear at the height of her come. "Not through, baby, here's something else."
Heidi could not imagine, could not think of what he meant. Joy soared through her crease rippling like fire and ice through her veins. She hunched back and forth like a donkey. She grunted with animal delight as her cunt gripped his swollen tip, milking the shaft with wondrous glee. She did not feel him rooting between her flapping thighs, arid when she did it was too late. Because Bert had jammed his finger into the tight knot of her bunghple!
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"
Her wrinkled sphincter had gone loose from the wonderful joys of his tongue teasing her cunt and the thrust of something hard and long into her virgin butt hurt like hell. She felt an explosion of pain, the hot flash of penetration and she screamed. He was thick and big and terrifying in her butt; a freshly lit flare rammed through her backside, the molten phosphate burning and ripping inside her. Bert jammed his finger in up to the second knuckle, twisted around and around like a corkscrew, then retreated, leaving her channel with a popping noise.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" he shouted, pulling her cunt down on his cock. The wrinkled sleeve of her cunt shrunk around his pole, milking and sucking his glans. His fingers greedily found her breasts, now firm as plastic cones and holding her tight, he rode Heidi's fucking body like a wild mare.
It was good and wonderful. His balls had never been so hot. Heidi's sweat-slick sex vibrated his dick. The thick cream churned up into his fuck wand. He tried to imagine Heidi dressed in her cute airline uniform swinging her hips seductively as she walked down the aisle serving coffee. Bert knew her as the scared, naked, nympho who loved her sex hot and heavy. Now she had it, more sex than she could handle, and it set her body off like a cheap Japanese alarm clock.
"Beg, you cunt," he screamed. "Beg for my cum!"
Pain savaged the girl's face. Tears flowed from her eyes in tiny rivulets down her face. Her throat was clogged with phlegm and when she spoke, her tiny voice quavered.
"Oh, please, do it… do it now," she moaned.
It was said like a confession, an act of contrition. She had come twice against her will and her loins ached for a third. She couldn't control him, the seared throbbing flesh of her asshole was testament to that. She couldn't control Bert like she could those neurotic pantywaists she picked up on her flights around the world.
Her will and defiance drained out with the first contraction of her vagina. She had broken under the strain, but that was not enough satisfaction for Bert. He wanted to break her again and again until no one could put the pieces back together. The bastard was the devil himself. Bert wanted more than sex; he wanted the core of her being, that tiny, locked-up part of her that made her a woman.
She squeezed her cunt lips and felt the last drops of her lubricant ooze down on his fuck stick. He was deep inside her belly; she felt him penetrate with every breath she took. His hands cupped her tits like handles as he pushed her around the floor, rutting her cunt, fucking her like a dog!
"Say it again!" Bert screamed.
"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, my asshole!" she screamed. "Just come! Come in me! Come in my cunt!" Heidi was screaming, a wild woman beyond the fringe of sanity. Bert's driving cock tore from her slippery cunt sleeve whatever self-respect remained. She begged and groveled and wagged her hips devilishly. Her twat was hot as a furnace. It stirred up Bert's slow-cooking passion like it were an egg being whipped by a blender.
Bert was slick all over from her oozing lubricant. She was greasy as a pig. His hips were hunching and she was squealing and his cock was so hot… so Goddamn hot that he plunged one final last time into the juicy, ripe slit between her quivering thighs and with an upward burst his cock exploded.
"Gooood!" groaned Heidi as his sperm splashed her vaginal walls with the thick, sticky love message. It raced up and down her tortured channel making that tight groove of hers all sticky and slippery. It was pumped into her slot in great, spitting shots. "Ooooooo!" she gasped, his sex cream quenching her sexual fires. "Oooqoo!"
Bert had her fucking the way he liked it. Heidi moved a thousand different ways on the end of his cock, each one better than the last. He didn't want her to stop. The come slithered up through his pipe-thick cock, swelled the end with a wild, hurting throb and then exploded. He felt his orgasm coming and jammed her fuck box with a thundering stroke of hips that sent her off the floor.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" he screamed, pulling his hands away from her tits. Her cunt jumped about spastically. Her cunt closed like a fist around his cock and jerked and jerked until seed filled her twat to the brim before trickling down her red-rimmed slit and along her creamy-white thighs. He spurted and spurted, each one better than the last. He slumped against her butt and they fell down together, his dick buried in her cunt.
"Beautiful," he gasped at length. "Simply beautiful."
"Oh it was," said Heidi. She wiggled her hips and felt him slide out of her cunt. Spreading open, she pulled a leg over and grasped his limp penis. Even soft, his member was longer than the width of her palm. She cuddled in close and pushed him into her mouth. He's wonderful, she thought, sucking his penis. She felt at peace with the world and indeed she was all cuddled up in the curve of his body, her mouth cleaning and licking sperm from his cock.
Bert accepted the teasing tongue licks with a acknowledging grunt here and there. But his mind was light years away. He was thinking about a little girl in his swim class. A strong, powerful butter-flyer who liked to swim nude in the early morning when the fog was heavy across the city and her body was safe from prying eyes. All, save his own.
"Look," gasped Heidi, stroking his cock with her tongue. "I can't believe you."
"So beautiful," he said, ignoring Heidi. Though the fucking had been sensational, he felt oddly unfulfilled. It was something elusive; he couldn't put his finger on the problem. But just at the moment when his seed boiled out the tip of his cock, he felt a letdown, a lack of concentration. For several weeks, this had been going on. He thought it might be Heidi, that he might be tiring of her already. But the problem went deeper, he knew that now, even as Heidi clutched him with her hand and giggled in her high, nervous voice.
"You're hard, Bert," she was saying. "Oh, you're such a man. I can't believe it. Your dick is hard again."
And as her lips came down again, this time to suck and coddle his dick until his juice spilled down her throat, Bert remembered the girl swimming in the pool, the girl of his dreams. "Ohhhh!" he said softly, flinching under Heidi's lapping tongue. The nude swimmer's innocent face came into sharp focus, and he felt whole again.
Alice Dilly. That's who the girl was.
And Bert was excited once more. He could see her swimming, the warm pool water streaking through her thighs and between her breasts. He experienced a glowing sensation at the pit of his crotch and then a joyful, easing of tension as his sperm rushed into Heidi's greedy little mouth for a second time.
Alice Dilly, he thought wickedly. Oh, boy!