The next few days were busy and frustrating: new leads were checked out, run down, and eliminated. Suspects were questioned, then released. Every bit of evidence was reevaluated in light of my theory, but nothing solid developed. It was another big and exhausting run-around, and by the end of the week we were no closer to a solution than we had been before I was struck by my startling new insight. If that's what it really was, and not, as Jocelyn suggested, "a desperate and hair-brained clutch at a few scattered straws."
Tired, depressed, and in desperate need of consolation and reassurance, I decided to drop off at Irene's apartment. Irene was Irene Marlowe, my girl friend, and one of the best fashion photographers in the Free Worlds. She was also an incredible lay, and that wouldn't be all bad in itself, especially after my abortive involvement with Jocelyn. Hell, even if Irene was away on assignment, the mere lure of her empty apartment and her huge but comfortable bed was temptation enough. I needed to get away from the case for awhile.
I shot uptown to her apartment. The roboserv doorman recognized me, and greeted me with a friendly, if not pre-programmed, hello. I closed my eyes in the antigrav shaft, and leaned back, allowing the cloud-like leisure of the shaft to do all the work. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew I was drifting past the three-hundred and twentieth level, twenty-five floor above Irene's apartment. With a disgusted kick of my feet, I "swam" across the shaft into the down stream and when I got to Irene's floor, I stepped off into the hallway.
"Open up," I said wearily to her door. It was programmed to admit me. "It's me."
Yawning, I walked into the apartment. I heard noise in the bedroom, so I, made my way toward it. The bed room door was open wide, and on top of her large bed was Irene and a man I'd never seen before. They were both naked, and they were sixty-nining. The man was on his back, and Irene was on top of him, with her face buried in his crotch. His thick round cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth.
"Oh," I said, yawning again. "Irene, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company."
Irene looked up from her work, popping the cock from her lips. "Mal," she said, sounding genuinely surprised and pleased. She held the man's swollen cock between her fingers, away from her mouth as she spoke, "This is a surprise! Where have you been?"
"Oh – work," I said, flustered and feeling a little out of place. "I didn't know you were entertaining someone. I guess I should have called…"
"Nonsense," Irene said. She climbed off the man, although continued to hold his cock, and she sat cross-legged on the mattress. The guy sat up, propping himself erect on his elbows, and stared at me. He had an enormous cock: it reminded me of the trunk of a tree between his widely-parted thighs. "You're always welcome here anytime, Mal, you know that. Call or no call."
"But you're busy…" I turned to leave.
"Mal, where are you going? Don't be silly. Stay and join us. Philip doesn't mind, do you, Philip?" She turned to the man with the huge cock. "Tell him."
"Of course not, old man," Philip said. He was stroking his thick long cock leisurely. "Do join us. You know the old saying: two cocks are always better than one."
I was tempted. My hardon was throbbing powerfully. Still, it really wasn't polite. "Oh, I don't know," I said hemming and hawing, hoping they would talk me into it. "You're right in the middle of something…"
"Mal…" Irene pleaded. "Please?"
"Come on, old man," Philip urged. "Your girl friend Irene is one hot cunt. I'm having trouble keeping he satisfied. What do you say we join forces? Between us we could probably make her come ten, twelve times!"
"Oh… that sounds sexy," Irene shivered delightfully. "Please join us, Mal?"
I sighed a big sigh. "Well… all right."
Irene clapped with glee. "Oh, wonderful… wonderful. Let me introduce you two first." She turned to the naked stud on the bed. "Philip, I'd like to introduce you to my boy friend, and the man I truly love more than any other person in the whole world – Malachi Browne, Mal meet Philip Watson."
I reached across Irene's naked body and shook Philip's hand. As I did so, Irene caressed my cock through my pants. "Pleased to meet you," I said.
"Likewise."
"I picked Philip up on assignment," Irene explained. "I saw him and I immediately got wet in my panties for him. He reacted to me the same way." She reached over and stroked his naked, saliva-wet cock. "Doesn't he have a wonderful cock? I just love it!"
"Why don't you two just continue what you were doing," I said, being my politest. "I'll get undressed and then I'll join you. Don't stand on ceremony because of me. Enjoy each other."
"All right," Irene giggled. "But don't be long!"
I laughed softly. "I won't be."
"It's a pleasure meeting you," Philip said. Then he moaned as Irene's soft wet mouth reclosed around the tip of his cock. "Oohh… Excuse me, please."
I stared at Irene. Her eyes closed with a silent flutter, and I watched as the unmistakable signs of excitement stole across her delicately featured face. Her ruby lips stretched wide, her teeth flashed, her tongue snaked out, and the swollen, pinkish column of Philip Watson's cock disappeared into her open, supplicating mouth.
"Oooohhh – yes!" Philip moaned, his eyes closing for a split second as their flesh made contact. The sound of his cock going into her mouth was like a soft wet whisper: a sudden sucking intake of breath. "Oh… suck it! Suck it, Irene – suck my cock!"
Irene's mouth went all the way down on Philip's cock, until her lips were pressed into his belly, and his balls were pushed up under her chin. Her cheeks were drawn in, and the ring of her mouth was all wrinkled and puckered with the pressure of holding her lips around the throbbing column of his cock shaft. Philip's belly undulated up and down as he moved himself around inside of her mouth. I watched in fascination as the bristling black hairs around the base of his cock rubbed back and forth under Irene's nose.
"Oh, that's good," Philip moaned. He lifted one thigh, and turned slightly to his side so that his cock would go in deeper. Then he pulled back, and his cock slid from between her lips, about an inch and a half of the shaft reappearing. It was dripping wetly with her warm saliva. "Oh, that's wonderful… wonderful!"
A wet sucking sound echoed hollowly from inside of Irene's mouth. The flush of her passion spread all across her cheeks, and I could see her tongue moving inside as the thickness of Philip's cock pushed from one side of her mouth to the other. She began to draw her head back so that her lips slid wetly along the smooth shaft of his plunging cock stem. Further and further she pullet up from his belly, so that more and more of his cock appeared, until five or six inches were visible. Colorless trickles of saliva oozed down from her pursed lips, rolling in thick trickling streams until her sloppy wetness clotted in Philip's pubic hair.
"Oh – Jesus!" Philip moaned, closing his eyes to absorb the pleasure of her wet expert sucking. "Irene, baby, you have some mouth. Suck me off, baby. Suck me off!"
Irene's lips were almost to the end of his cock, and I could see the stiff ridge of his glans sneaking out frog under her top lip. Her tongue came down, pushing out of her mouth, and it curled under the cockhead. Irene licked him back and forth, swishing her tongue all over his cock. Then she tightened her mouth in a sudden swift surprising movement, pulled back her tongue, and slid her lips all the way down the rest of his cock shaft, taking the full-length of his cock once again inside of her.
Philip moaned, then began to hump his dripping cock in and out of the ragged hole of Irene's sucking mouth. He pulled almost all the way out, then jackknifed his knees, and drove himself all the way in again. In and out, in and out, until his cock was making a slurping sound across her straining lips, and saliva was trickling down Irene's bobbing chin.
"Enough… enough," Philip moaned. He pushed Irene away from his crotch with an open hand. Like a marionette without any life other than that which was channeled into her, Irene fell over on her side. Her mouth was still open, as if an invisible dick were yet between her lips. Philip's cock stood stiffly in the air, its natural redness made to appear even more vivid by the thick coating of saliva which dripped from it. The head of his cock seemed to have swollen to twice its previous size. He said: "We're being selfish. Here we are giving me pleasure, while we've forgotten all about Mal. Why don't you go and give him a little pleasure while I watch."
I watched as Irene rolled over and, on her hands and knees, she crawled toward the edge of the mattress, toward me. Saliva was smeared all across the bottom of her face, and her breasts hung, down pendulously between her stiff arms as she waddled forward.
"Come closer, Mal," she whispered. Her eyes were glassy, and I knew from past experiences with her that Irene was very, very excited. Any form of sex play generally turned her on, and anything extraordinary or exotic practically reduced her to a mass of quivering female flesh. "Give me your cock, Mal. Give me your cock!"
Dazed with mounting passion, I stepped toward her. I felt my knees bang softly into the edge of the mattress. The sheets were cool against my burning flesh. I watched with a instant passion as Irene crawled up to my crotch. Her hair brushed against my naked belly.
"Give it to him, Irene baby," Philip said, obviously excited by the exhibition. His fingers were wrapped around the pole of his erect cock, and he was stroking the shaft slowly up and down. "Give it to Mal, baby. Suck his cock for him the same way you sucked mine."
I could feel the hot kiss of her breath on my belly. The head of my cock was on the same level as her mouth was. Irene's lips parted and her tongue slid forward. She licked the head of my cock.
"Oh, that's nice to see," Philip said. His hand moved more rapidly against his stiff middle as he jerked himself off. "Lick it for me, baby… lick it!"
Irene pulled her tongue back into her mouth, and then she brought her hand up, and she grasped my cock. I felt her fingers wrap themselves around the rigid shaft as she pulled me toward her mouth. I could feel the wet sliding of her lips as they opened over the head of my cock, and the moist billow of hot air as it breathed from her open wet mouth. Her tongue moved forward again, and wrapped itself under the head of my cock. Then it slid back into her mouth, taking with it the shaft of my cock.
"Suck it, baby," Philip cried excitedly. He stood up on his knees to get a better look. His hand worked in and out now, and his cock throbbed up and down under the pressure of his pulling fist. "Suck his cock, Irene. Give Mal a deep, wet blow-job."
Irene's lips reclosed, and she began to suck on me. The head of my cock was hot and wet, and I could feel her tongue exploring the hardness of my shaft as if it were the first time she had even taken it into her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly over my cockhead, then slid underneath, and slid back and forth against the bottom part of the shaft. I could feel her teeth gently grating into me as she moved her mouth from side to side. Her lips pressed down hard, and I could feel a subtle, drawing, sucking pressure building against the rigid hardness of my cock.
"Oohhh!" I moaned, excited despite my strangely detached emotionality. I stared down at her licking face, attached like something obscene to the end of my very stiff cock. I watched her nostrils flare as she sucked in air, and her lips seemed incredibly extended and puckered around the column of my cock. It was a deeply, deeply erotic sight, and I discovered myself sucking in my belly so that I would have a clearer view of what her mouth was doing to me.
I lifted my hands from my sides, and I placed them on Irene's small sloping shoulders. I could feel the gentle rub of her hair as it brushed up and down against my forearms. She twisted her head from side to side, and caused my cock to roll across her tongue. As a throbbing wash of pleasure gripped me, my fingers tightened into her shoulders.
"Suck him good, baby," Philip said, encouraging Irene who rarely ever needed encouragement. Philip wobbled forward, his cock still in his hand, and he came around the curve of Irene's ass, so that he was kneeling just to my right. He stared down at her mouth, barring his teeth excitedly as his lips curled back. He was watching how she sucked my cock. "Oohhh, suck that cock, baby! Suck it!"
I watched, my stomach quivering in excited passion, as Irene's mouth slid all the way down the length of my erection. I felt her tongue licking me all over, and I felt her teeth scraping gently, erotically against the sides of my shaft. The head of my cock was pressed gently into the back of her throat. The heavy weight of my balls dangled against the rolling point of her chin.
I began to stroke myself in and out, fucking my cock through the tight hole of her lips. I could feel the rubbing friction coursing pleasantly down the stiffness of my cock, and I could feel the soft wet caress of her tongue and cheeks as I humped into her. The pleasure of her sucking was excitingly powerful. The draining rush of her saliva rushing over the thickness of my cock was like gushing, pressurized water. It felt as if she were trying to swallow my cock, balls and all.
"Suck that cock!" Philip cried. He placed his hand on her bobbing ass, then slipped his fingers down between the cheeks. I saw his hand push forward, and Irene stiffened, tightening her lips around the shaft of my cock. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock!"
A wild flood of pleasure made me groan, and I took my hands from Irene's shoulders, and placed them on top of her head. I stretched up, as if I were somehow trying to rise over the swell of pleasure, and I pushed her down with my hands. Her back bent low, and I could see over her ass. I could see Philip's fingers in the slit of her cunt. He moved his hand rapidly in and out, driving his fingers hard against her cunt. His hand was dripping with the wetness which oozed from her.
Irene began to moan, and I knew that Philip's hand was getting through to her. I could feel the excited frenzy of her tongue rolling rapidly over the head of my cock, and the sucking draw of her lips made my cock stiffer with excitement. She began to move her mouth rapidly up and down, turning her face from right to left as she attempted to touch every part of my cock. She began to moan loudly, sucking frantically, and she climbed up, placing her hands on my hips. She pushed me back, then pulled me forward, moving her head in reverse so that my cock went all the way into her mouth, and then pulled all the way out. In and out, in and out, in and out, until my cock was a dripping wet blur extended from her lips.
"Take it, Irene, baby – take it!" Philip said. He stroked himself with one hand, and he drove the other one in and out of Irene's dripping pussy. I could hear the squish of her cunt as she tightened her vaginal muscles around the piston-like probe of Philip's fingers. "Suck cock! Suck cock! Take it, baby… take it!"
Irene began to moan out loud. Her mouth tightened around me spasmodically, and I felt her teeth biting into my rigid cock. Her tongue went berserk against the head of my cock, fluttering wildly in a frenzy of sensation. She sucked up hard, as hard as she could, drawing with all her strength on my cock. She violently crushed her cunt back against Philip's hand.
"She's coming!" Philip shouted excitedly. Irene's cunt was like a closed fist, and as he drove his fingers savagely in and out of her, she squirted her wetness all over his hand. Cunt juice dripped down her own thighs. "I can feel her coming, Mal! Her cunt's getting tight… tighter! I can feel her pussy just creaming all over my fingers!"
"Oh… oh… oh!" Irene sobbed, her mouth still fastened securely to the length of my cock. The words oozed up around her pursed lips, bubbling out like her saliva. She sucked me desperately, hard and deep, using her lips and tongue and teeth and cheeks, drawing upon me with all her determination as she tried to suck the sperm up from my balls. "Oooohhh!"
I moved my hands around to the side of her face, and I held her tenderly between my fingers. Irene's eyes were closed, and sweat was running freely down her face. I pressed my hands softly into her hair, against her ears, and I held her in place as I drove myself in and out of her. I could feel the humming vibrations of her moaning cries against the head of my cock as her throat quivered. Her mouth was so warm and soft that I found myself moaning right along with her.
Philip pulled his fingers from her convulsing cunt. He wiped the wet discharge all over the swollen head of his cock, and then he brought the fingers up under his nose. He sniffed her wetness deeply.
"That smells good," he said, jerking himself off. His tongue snaked from between his lips, and he licked his fingers clean. "I think I want to eat her."
Irene was still coming when Philip dropped down behind her. Her orgasm must have been on its way down, because the tight grip of her lips had loosened around the rigid pole of my cock, and the maddening twirl of her rolling tongue had slowed.
But the moment she felt Philip's tongue slipping into her cunt, Irene's body stiffened, and defensively she tried to pull away from the overwhelmingly new sensation. She groaned sharply, as if in pain, and then she forced her widely-parted thighs back, and crushed her cunt into his face. Philip grabbed onto the cheeks of her ass and pulled them widely open as his head bobbed wetly up and down. Thick wet licking sounds oozed up into the sweaty air.
The moment Philip's tongue drove itself all the way into Irene's cunt, she began to come again. This new orgasm tagged itself to the end of the old one, and began soaring skyward in a sudden surge of sexual power. Irene's back bent down low, her thighs spread even further apart, and she sealed her cunt tightly against Philip's licking tongue. She began to massage my swollen cock with her teeth as the sensations of orgasm filled her body.
But Philip wasn't satisfied. He pulled his face away from her cunt. Irene pushed back against him with a groan of disappointment, almost pulling my cock from her lips. Philip straightened, then drove his stiff cock all the way into her cunt.
Irene began to come for a third time.
"God!" she cried. "Aaaahhhh!"
Her jaw dropped loose as the pleasurable shock of penetration spread her cunt wide open. The color drained from her face, and then, in an instant, she brought her lips firmly again around my driving cock. Irene began to suck and lick my erection with a frantic excitement that indicated this was the best of all orgasms.
I stared across Irene's naked, coming body. I could clearly see what Philip was doing to her. He had his hands on her hips, and sweat was lolling down his face as he drilled his cock in and out of her pussy. I could see the dark tufts of hair around the base of his cock over the twin slopes of Irene's quivering ass cheeks. Philip was moaning and smiling at me, humping himself in and out of her hot, gripping body.
"I'm gonna… come!" he grunted, his face a mask of pleasure. I could see the stub of his wet cock going in and out of her cunt. The lips of her pussy clung like glue around his drilling shaft. "I'm… coming! Oh, my God – I'm coming!"
I didn't wait: I began to come.
The orgasm which still gripped Irene was causing her to tighten her body so much that I could actually feel the hard edges of her teeth chewing themselves into my cock. And when the sperm pumped up into my shaft, I could feel the downward press of her hold causing the passageway to constrict into a tiny, narrow opening. My sperm exploded into her mouth, like a volcano erupting, gushing out so forcefully that I had to hold her head against my belly as Irene defensively tried to escape from the burning flood of my pressurized discharge. I could feel the wet throbs of my sperm splashing thickly into her open, throat, and I could feel her tongue rolling back in her mouth as she swallowed greedily.
"Oh, yes…" I moaned, colors flashing before my eyes. I could barely breathe, for my orgasm was draining my entire body. It was as if there were a hole somewhere in me, and my insides were running out, spilling hotly into Irene's open mouth. "I'm coming… I'm coming!"
When it was all finally over, no one moved for a very long time. We just lay there, my shriveled cock still between Irene's lips, and Philip's exhausted prick, slipping wetly from her scummy cunt. The bed under us was drenched in sweat, saliva and sperm.
I was in the bathroom, washing up, feeling relaxed and contented, when the call came over my communicator. It was from Central Dispatch, and when I questioned what it was about, I was just told again to report, on the double, to a certain address in the Manhattan section of Bos-Wash: West Thirty-fifth Street, between Ninth and Tenth Avenues. And old brownstone, 221B.
I was fully dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Irene and Philip were still in bed, and they looked like they were building toward another bout.
"I've got to go now, darling," I said.
Irene, who's always in her best mood after she has come, smiled sexily at me, licking her tongue around the rim of her mouth. "What's afoot, Mal? Not another woman I hope?"
I grinned at her. I would have loved to stay; my cock was hard already. "Irene, darling," I said, leaning over the bed and kissing her cheek, "as far as I've concerned. You know that you'll always be the woman in my life. The only woman."
Twenty minutes later I was on West Thirty-fifth Street. Standing outside the building was Commissioner Moran, Jocelyn Wolfe, and Sergeant Mycroft. Two police cars were parked in front of the ancient brownstone, their overhead lights flashing steadily. An ambulance was vanishing into the corridor a little way down the street, its wailing siren sending echoes rippling into time itself. All eyes were on the ambulance. Everyone was grim and silent.
"What's up?" I asked, sensing it was something big.
There were tears welling up in Jocelyn's eyes. She turned abruptly away and walked rapidly down the walk path, heading toward Ninth Avenue.
"Oh, my God," I said. "Another rape?"
Commissioner Moran heaved a sigh. "Worse."
I drew back. "Worse? I don't…"
"Murder," he snapped angrily. "Not only did he rape this one, he slaughtered her as well. It's the first damn murder we've bad in almost two centuries!"