David fortified himself with a quick double-vodka when he left the office that afternoon. Then he telephoned Linda and said he'd have, to work late that night on a special assignment. If she were the suspicious type she might telephone the office later to make sure he was really there. But David was convinced that she was much too trusting a creature-of-habit to check up on him. At least, not at this early stage in his campaign.
However, he was not prepared for the oddly deflated tone of her voice when he spoke to her that day. "Perhaps it's just as well, dear," she said. "I've got a terrible headache, so I don't think I'd have joined you at dinner anyway. I'll just see that the children get fed, and then I'll call it a night early."
She sounded so limp and lethargic, David felt a sudden pang of guilt. And then fear: had Brad been talking to her already? "Linda, are you sure you'll be all right? Maybe I'd better come right home, or… or call a doctor for you…"
"No, David, really, it's nothing serious. Just… woman-stuff, that's all. I'll be as good as new in the morning…"
Relieved to hear that her malaise involved endocrines rather than emotions, David told her to get a good night's rest, and hung up.
In the cab on his way to the Hilton, David hoped to hell that Linda wasn't pregnant again. She'd just had little Jaimie ten months ago, and he was taking it for granted she slapped in her trusty diaphragm every Sunday night after Mission Impossible, because Jesus!.. having four children would be kind of cumbersome for a guy who was just learning the facts of life!
Then, after he reached the Hilton and a page-boy led him to his fresh quarry a few minutes later, all the airs of home were blown from David's mind in a single, eye-filling gasp-for Hazel turned out to be the most dazzling-looking creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Good God, she must be some kind of showgirl-queen from Vegas or Reno, he thought, dismissing the page-boy with a few bills. The girl hadn't seen his approach, so he was able to drink her in for a few seconds, his heart racing and pounding as he fiercely tried to render her topless with his eyes. Man, what pointed thrust-out boobs for such a chic and slim-Jane hunk of pastry! She was a glittering and stately honey-blonde, with a superbly proportioned figure for someone as tall as she. Everything about her was dramatic and spectacular; elaborate bouffant hairdo, white leather mini-trench-coat and knee-boots. Her eyes were vividly made up, but her lips, thankfully, were done in natural flesh-tones of softest coral.
A real stunner, thought David, and one more example of a perfectly desirable woman who prefers the safer, more discreet methods of choosing a lover. No bars, movies or dark corners for this one; she wants to know exactly what she's getting, and unn!.. so do I…! She turned and saw him then, and the smile she gave him was so full-lipped and vivacious, David got a lost, sinking sensation at the pit of his stomach. Hazel's most provocative feature was an unusually large and sensuous mouth. Indeed, everything about this striking girl seemed larger-than-life. Enormous brown eyes, magnificent facial bones, almost Grecian… as were her shoulders and lithe, supple body… breasts that were ample and pouting beneath her bodice. She looked something like a very young Katharine Hepburn, thought David; but with the body of Raquel Welch.
Approaching her, he extended his hand and warmly returned her smile of greeting. "Hi, I'm David Thorn-dike."
Her eyes toured languorously up and down his body, and the slumbering head of his strapped-in penis began to stir itself. "Hazel Crainer, David; and I think I'd know you anywhere. I find that blond, fair-skinned men inevitably possess hidden depths-and your voice on the phone sounded just as muted and smoldering as you look…"
David ran a nervous tongue across his lips and reminded himself that the kind of guy he'd pretended to be on that questionnaire certainly appealed to the most aggressive-type females. "Do you live alone, Hazel?" he said, proving that when he put his mind to it, he could be just as bold and brazen as any woman.
"You've guessed my guilty secret, David Thorndike," she took his hand in hers and squeezed it, accelerating fresh tremors in his briefs. "I live in a rather sumptuous bachelor-girl cocoon. Care to come over and turn on some of my jazz? Records, I mean. Dizzy Gillespie, and…like that!"
"Now that would be out-of-sight!" said David, encouraged by the slang-sound of his own voice. "I mean… like man, this is wild, because I blow a French Horn!"
"Ooh… groovy!" her big luscious mouth curving in another grin. "When was your last gig?"
This word stumped him, but he refused to capitulate. "Well, like… I've been layin' off for awhile…"
"Really? What happened, doll… did you hurt your lip?" she asked, winking and licking hers.
David gazed deeply into those wide, expressive eyes, but could only nod and gulp a little.
"How?" she asked, and David felt crazy little chills prickling at his nuts as he watched how roundly she opened her mouth over this word.
"It's a pretty long story," he said.
"Promises, promises," she chuckled, her eyes grazing downwards at his packed response. Then she led him through the lobby and out onto the street. "I have a cunning little Porsche parked just around the corner. Care to come home to Russian Hill with me and let down your… uh… hair?"
David gave her a sunny grin, and if he'd known how, he would have wagged his tail. "Honey, for you I'll let down whatever comes to mind," he said rakishly, thinking how wildly luxurious it felt to speak as vulgarly as he chose without being unduly castigated by a saintly, bible-smitten wife. And later, when he had this randy-looking Amazon all to himself, maybe he'd even use those verboten gutter-phrases, ahh yes!.. the insidious poison-pen obscenities, the sleazy graffiti that were forever reappearing on the policed walls of his psyche.
The girl's apartment was a rambling, one-room studio concoction with an array of low-slung arty furniture, grotesque mobiles and several Tolouse-Lautrec posters on the walls. Typical pad of a showgirl on furlough, thought David, and he could just see this big mama-doll parading her superstructure at the Sahara or the Sands; although he wasn't going to be so gauche as to ask her occupation. Hell no, he didn't care what she did for a living; it was her hobbies that interested him at the moment.
After slipping off her coat and revealing a skin-tight psychedelic mini-sheath, she put a stack of jazz-records on the stereo, but kept the volume low. After which she led him to the windows for a brief glance at her high-rise view. "On a clear day you can see Sausalito… and all the Fags-At-Bay. But the fog's coming in, David, so don't look now. Come over here and sit down, and look at me instead."
He let her lead him to the divan, and then she excused herself and went to the refrigerator for something to drink.
In another instant she was seated close to him, her modified mini-skirt slipping high up her slim thighs, as David noticed that she wore no stockings under her modish white boots, her skin deeply tanned by the sun. He wondered if the sun were her sole camouflage all the way up… ummm… ultra-violet panties, how tawny can you get? He glanced at the outline of her firm and pointed breasts which seemed almost too perfect to be true… How full and huddled-together they looked… collectors' items, surely! He took a quick sip from the drink she'd handed him and let his eyes travel higher up her bodice until, at last, he gazed longingly at the flaring opulence of her mouth… in full repose and so damnably inviting. A woman's mouth is a sexual organ when it looks like that, he thought, and felt a chilling tremor, as if he'd made some vast new discovery. Mouths as voluptuous as that should be veiled, like the rest of her intimacies… breasts, nipples, mount of Venus. Not out in plain view like this… so nude and taunting.
Seeing where his eyes were, Hazel took a slow, lazy pull at her drink, licking, swallowing, and he sighed as he watched and said: "Ooh yeah… This is the view I want," the desperate urgency welling up inside of him. Oh, to kiss that lush exposure! As if anticipating him, she placed her drink on a nearby table and David did the same. Then he slipped an arm about her waist and drew her to him, winging his thighs slightly apart to make room for the salutary throb of his erection… as if its knob were rigidly contemplating the touch of those alluring lips on his. Gently, he reached his other hand around and tilted her chin. And as he lowered his face to hers, he saw her lips slowly part, saw her tongue flick briefly in and out between them, moistening… her mouth shimmering for him now… "Ohhh… you're adorable," he murmured, lightly dabbing his mouth against hers, tracing and swirling tenderly over the warm and fragrant breath-scent, then wrapping his arms completely about her and deepening the kiss, moaning with the hot-velvet feel of her revolving caresses as she ardently worked her lips against his… a weaving clutching tempo as he dipped and held her… oooh! What a burning beseeching prowl of a woman's mouth, parting, yearning, blending… Her fingers circling through his tousled hair, pressing his head more fiercely down to hers… then parting her lips more fully to receive his nuzzling soft quests, like a child breastfeeding at its mother's mouth instead of her teats… kissing, ummm… sinking… as they clung like that for the long, grappling moments, the surging fevers of her tongue and lips building to such a tumultuous act in itself, it made David forget everything else they should be initiating and fondling. His cock was so bunched-up and stiff and stout in his pants that it ached and frantically pulsed… as if her lips were touching him there, when they were, lamentably, quite far away.
"Ohh, what a husky, throbbing baby you are!" she said, finally pushing him away to get her breath. "I could let you kiss me all night long. Would you like that, David… with nothing ever touching but our lips… hmmm? God, what delicious agony!"
She leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against his once more, and David, too excited to speak, could only lunge and scoop in more closely for another locked and crushing contact, groaning anew as her tongue slid in between the rapt succulence of his lips… entwining there, searching… as he pulled back for one more eye-feast of the turbulent softness. "Aw baby!.. I never knew a kiss could do this to me…!" And then gasped aloud as he felt her long tapered fingers gliding up his thigh… slow hot tentacles reaching for the stinging hub of him… oh, so maddeningly slow… ooh please, honey, touch it… touch it! A guy's heart could stop beating like this! He seized her hand and put it… ahh… right there! A whole fat palm full of it, and Christ… how he yearned for some flesh-ease to alleviate that swollen sprouting tension… the erection that kisses built… her mouth controlling all his dials.
But her hand did nothing. Simply stayed and gentry cupped there.
"Oh Christ, I'm burning up!" He sounded the alarm, his lips still close and hungering over hers.
She chuckled and gave the clothed wedge of it a condescending squeeze. "I wonder how many babies were made like this," she said, blithely tracing her tongue alone the full dabbing thrust of his underlip, "in the middle of a kiss, I mean… with two lively mouths generating all the primary heat… even more heat than… this!" Then the quickest sweetest shock of all as she deftly unzipped him, digging her seasoned explorer's fingers in to tug and wrestle and finally release the enormous taut prong of his desire. David felt such a heady rush of joy and relief, he began to tremble… Oooh Lady, you are a raw-nerve bundle of sex and it's pouring out of you everywhere… mouth, fingers… lovely tan thighs… his eyes lingering about her lips, tempestuous big full-bodied blossom of a woman… then gazing downward to glory in the exotic novelty of his thick pink jutting cock in her long graceful fingers that tweezed and gripped and made romantic love to the pulsating breadth of what they held. He felt her excitement rising with the portly feel of him… "Ah, David, what a bangle!.. What a lovely bursting tool!" Squeezing, maturing. "How proud and straight and regal… oooh! An outrageous conceit of a cock! And now, for the hidden companion-pieces…" Fingers rubbing deeper in his briefs. "Are they fat, my darling fresh-lipped blond boy… hmmm?… Say it if they are."
"Say… what?" he asked, his eyes darting from her fingers to her lips and back…
"Say 'my balls are fat'," she sternly instructed him.
He leaned forward and nuzzled a soft kiss at her mouth. "My balls are fat," he murmured, his lips vibrations sending the message to hers, and they both trembled from the coupled intimacy: this announcement made with a kiss… trembled as her hands now captured his most private adornments… his healthy testes springing free as Hazel peered down at them, her eyes full of wide delight as she cradled, lifted, let dangle…
"Oh David, quickly! Stand up and get out of your clothes. I love to watch a man undressing himself… touching himself. Pretend I'm not here and strip…!"
Rising, David did as she asked, crawling out of his pants and briefs and going a little dizzy to see how obsessively she stared at him. When he was completely nude, she said: "Now stand quite still in profile for a moment… yes, like that! Ahh, there they are, three ripe matinee-idols, my all-time favorites! I'm president of their fan-club, you know!"
"Aw baby, they'd vote for you any day!" he said, watching her eyes on him.
"Now David, walk over to that big studio-bed in the corner and lie flat on your back. Then pretend that you're utterly in my power, and no matter how you try, you can't prevent me from doing whatever I want with your body…"
"Oh yeah!.. I'm helpless, honey," he said, going over to the bed, his member planked out stalwartly before him, 'Whatever you want, I'm yours…"
In another instant he was sprawled out on the low, Hollywood bed exactly as she'd instructed, his plump appendage aimed stiffly at the ceiling, Hazel dimmed the lights so that the bed was a soft glow of shadows. Then she peeled down to her slip, which was pale and transparent and clung to her so tightly, David waited breathlessly for her to get out of that bulging bra he detected underneath. But she took nothing else off for the time being; not even her boots. Aw hell, she's gonna tease me, he thought; part of the game. Dammit, every girl's got a game of her own and I want to master'em all!
"Lie flat and still, David!" she prompted him. "Remember, you're my prisoner, to do with as I choose!"
"Sure, baby… sure!" He flipped his head back down on the pillow and waited.
Hazel moved across the room and stood over him, looking tall and remote in her hungers… lady-gourmand with her own private buffet, ready to swoop in and dish up. She sat down quietly on the edge of the bed and lightly let her fingers glide all over his body, as if she were playing a harp… plucking at him, rippling… David shuddering with the satiny hot feel of her hands on him and praying that she'd slip out of her fat living-bra so he could suck her there… Oooh! How he wanted the taste of her body on his lips, wanted to apply everything he'd learned from Joyce… tongue jabbing, driving her wild… his mouth a pledged ceremonial at all her secret basins… finding new body-lips of her to nourish his own… aw please!.. wanna swallow… the honey-blonde… wanna dip and drain 'er!
But Hazel had her own plans, articulate maneuvers. She knelt between his squirming thighs and, before he realized what she was about, she had taken the full meaty head of his prick in her ravenous red mouth and was gently swiping her hot tongue around on it… her rhythms circular and enraging as she raised up a little and dipped her tongue's point inside the delicate slit-aperture at the tip…
David cried out and grit his teeth, leaping up in bed to get a look at her. "Oooh Jesus… what're you doing? Aw baby, look at you! Look at that sexy luscious mouth of yours, getting rounder and sweeter!" Slowly, she captured the whole rearing shaft of his rod and swallowed it right down to the hilt, until her lips flared and furrowed deep into the blond silk of David's pubic nest as she madly swept her tongue up and down the sides of his thick and esculent repast… her mouth a saliva-slippery cauldron as it swirled and steamed upwards again… a flooding torment of sensation as she nibbled and pumped at him until he thought his heart would burst from the excitement. Unnn! What a devastating sight to see her gorgeous warm mouth involved in such action… Aw… eat, baby!.. Lick and eat and take me over the falls and rain on me and God!.. How hot and cuddled his cock felt in her mouth… All in her now and owned there and caught and wet from her as he flung his legs widely apart and let his head roll back against the pillow once more, gulping and breathless from her artful, moist caresses… recalling all the years he'd envisioned Linda doing this to him, always yearning to see her lips like that… and almost certain that Joyce had been about to swallow him up too. But no, not then either, only now, this moment… a first and virginal happening for David, since nobody's lips had ever touched him there before, and oh Christ! How long he'd waited to find out what it would feel like… yearning and dreaming until it seemed he must be the only guy left in the world who'd never been blown, never had this tender swamping feeling, and oh man, it was Hazel who was down there for the launching, drinking the toast to him, all that raving beauty gone supplicant and wet-nursing as she hungrily sucked that rearing celebrating, tube of his flesh… unnn… His big slab of private flesh in that mouth… aw no, too good to be happening… hotter than the wettest nightmare. David groaned and whimpered as she let his prick slip free and, with a fierce and sturdy gesture, she flung his legs up higher and feverishly began to lick and nibble at his balls. David held his breath, straining to record every tongued quiver of this quenched fulfillment. But he let out another soaring gasp as he felt her tongue trailing slowly downwards… felt… ooh Christ!.. forbidden soft kisses at the silky underflesh beneath his balls… and then, aw no!.. Wait, baby… I'm gonna roar like a gorilla if you… do… that to me… But waited, genital-muscles tensed and flexing as the wiry girl gripped his hard buttocks in her two hands and pitched him nearly upside down… and then, with a greedy, ladylike sigh for this piГЁce de resistance, she plunged her fruity lips against the soft hot bud of his anus… the hairless blond-boy treat for her as she made frenetic oral love to that unsipped manly mouth down there… David half-sobbing and groaning aloud now as he felt her pointed tongue enter there, deeply and just once, and then become the cherished upward swabbing again. David squirmed and licked his gulping lips and knew this sensation was like nothing he'd ever imagined… Hazel showering kisses down there now, going wild to own and devour all his tender underflesh… lips trailing up over his balls once more, then back to that rigid waiting flesh-tower of his cock, where her mouth became the sucking wet-hot torture, cleverly halting each time he was about to let loose and explode… guiding his fluid passions, controlling them to her own ends until David's whole body was a trembling mass of thwarted, purged desire… And then…?
Hazel lifted her lips from their swarming delight and gazed up at him, her large brown eyes full of mischief and appetite. "David, we will now deliver all these goods in the rear. Have you ever done that to a woman before?"
David felt a rush of new excitement as he realized what she meant. Christ! Another juicy first for him… It was beginning to feel like his birthday… "No, Hazel," he said, his throat tight and parched, "I… never got around to that…"
… Except for cornholing my father-in-law in a nightmare, I'm a virgin in this area too… Aw teach me, baby… and season me…!
Hazel rose and moved about the room switching off lamps until she'd plunged them into darkness.
"Oh honey, please… not so dark," he protested, "I want to see what goes on here…"
"Don't worry, David, I'm fastening a couple of blue bulbs in these lamps. Sexiest color in the world to soften one's grinding flesh-tones… and besides, I always did my best numbers under a baby-blue spotlight…"
… Her numbers, thought David, as she flicked on the fresh bulbs and spread a torchy haze all over the apartment; then I was right about her being a showgirl, or maybe a dancer…
But when she began to glide sinuously about the room as she undressed, he decided "stripper" might be closer to the truth.
"Dramatic lighting is everything when a lady unveils her charms, don't you agree, David?"
"Yes," he said, watching her lithe movements in the bluish glow, "put on a show for me, baby… just remember to bring me the finale, and let me hold it and feel it…" He sat up in bed and watched the shadowed image of her silhouette as she stripped down for him… as she swirled and danced and undraped… and he grew even more incensed to have her close again as he remembered how she proposed to use that long, lovely body. David wished she'd left the lights a little brighter… although he had to admit those blue bulbs were lending a new flavor of mystery to the proceedings.
Her back was to him now and he could just make out those round white globes of her ass which she was about to offer him on that pretty pink-fleshed platter of hers. Christ, how would she ever be able to take all he had up there? Or was there a dash of masochist in her makeup?
Her body looked luminous and nude now as she seemed to be angling in closer towards him, her arms and hips swaying in tempo with the jazz-music still playing on the stereo. He could see her naked shoulders and back and cute behind. Oh baby, bring that over here… let me dive up and sink it in!
"Lie down flat, darling," she said, "I'm going to keep dancing backwards until I've latched right on to it… it's part of the choreography, and honey, it's the wildest!"
… Oooh my God, she's a frantic one! Gonna take a running jump and splice herself on me… aw… tight hot jellied quicksand, come get me!
He saw her squeeze something from a tube and dab it between her back-cheeks, and he felt a little better about the whole heady operation… as she let the tube drop to the floor, then dipped and swung her body in his direction once more, David wetting the palm of his hand and running it up and down his still-hard and ready phallus… thinking: I'm her prisoner but she's gonna sit on my cock… ooh wild wild jailer, don't never wanna leave your lockup!
Hazel neared the bed now, her hips swaying suggestively, and then, with a quick backward look at her long thick destination, she zeroed in on him… lifting her lithe white bottom high above him, and then, like a ballerina being photographed in slow-motion, she carefully lowered her buttocks until his coveted rod tapped exactly between them. She reached a hand around to clutch and aim the throbbing instrument, and David let out a wail of awe and suspense as he felt the head of his cock dab against the soft puckered furnace of her asshole. The girl heaved out a grunting sigh as she sank fully down on his searing protrusion… slotting it deeply up the adhesive warmth of her channel.
"Ahhhhhhh! That's the ticket, fat-hung blond-boy… slice it all up in me… oooooh! Tear it and dig it and rip me in two!"
"Aw honey!.. God, how that feels!" David cried out, panting and squirming as that velvet swarm of heat and girl-guts gripped and surrounded his cock. "Christ, baby… it's so tight and oozy!.. Man, it's squeezing and juicin' me up into you…" And he knew that the euphoric idiotic joy he felt was too unbearable to endure for more than a moment… uumgf!.. Couldn't hold back any more now the way she was flying that sweet rump up and down on it… aw no!.. Not after such a mouth on it, and now this pearly-white humpin' ass of a tall showy glamour-gal… ooh Jesus, look at her sittin' on me and makin' herself at home and floppin' up and down… her body going so frantic and violent, as if there were no pain for her, and hell… there must be… 'cause all of it's grinding up in there, every inch bangin' away at her bowels, unn… right up her secrets… and damn, look at those pretty red-blonde curls bobbin' against her shoulders while she jumps for joy and gash and ooh man, if only he could raise up and reach her body and pull her back onto him so he could play with those perfect tits of hers!
Then David gaped as he dimly saw that she was playing with herself in front while he fucked her up the rear, and the mere idea got him so fretful and hot, he knew he'd have to pop in another second. 'Cause look at those long ladyfingers working and jabbing away at her crotch… damn!.. If only he was enough of a contortionist to reach around and do that for her… jammin' up one hole and masturbating another… unnn boy, what a double-scoop of female jazz that would be!.. and David thought about it, thought hard… and knew he'd have to come now… ooh! No more savin' that thick poppin' load… heavy rich juices ready to gush up and out and in her… "Oh honey… you are riding the hell out of that tiger… aw honey… tiger up your tail, baby… oooh!.. up you pretty girl!" He reached up and clutched the sweet bouncing ass of her, pounding and sludging his member in as deep as it would go, loving the frenzied joyous sounds of her… and then… (aw Jesus, it's gonna hurt, there's so much!) David sighed and licked his lips and heaved out the final breathless gasps for it. "Here we are, baby… it's doin' it! Aw milk me up that tight hot ass of yours… squeeze it… and get it… and ooohhahh!.. now… here!" And he felt the quick rushing-out as he emptied himself in her… spurted and groaned and fell back on the bed, wanting to say a special prayer to what he was feeling in this blinding white moment of purest joy… ooh, the drowning anguish of the hot-tongued intestines inside her body that had clenched and sapped him…
He heard a low throaty growling sound from her lips as now Hazel seemed to be joining him at the front, wailing out the warning-signals of her own climax. "OoohmyGod, you big-hung piece of hot-guy trade, I'm comin' too! Feel me, honey… come on, Goddammit, reach up and feel your darlin' girl pop her G-string!"
Dreamily, David saw her toss a flimsy white garment off the foot of the bed onto the floor-the G-String in question, he thought, as he felt her rectal muscles still pulling at his flowing residue… Hazel flinging her body backwards until she lay flat on top of him, his rod pulsing and spraying out its last traces inside of her… unn!.. the endless hot jets of it! Then, as David still gasped and moaned from the foaming feel of loss and exultance, he let her take his hands in hers and guide them about her waist… then down over her naked abdomen. "Oooh, feel me come now, big blond bully-boy… and grope my fuckin' fountain!" David sighed and quivered from his own thudding shock-waves and grazed his fingers down through her furry public ringlets… (ooh Lady-muff!)… fingers trailing and making love and then… lower…
And struck a jutting impasse, his blood turning to ice in his veins… for his fingers now tapped a hard creaming cock every bit as large as his own.
The shock was something galvanizing. His whole body froze. He couldn't move or speak, but could only clutch this suspended moment in muted horror. Hazel let out a wild, hilarious shriek and forced both his hands around this surprise member of their wedding, making him jag the instrument up and down until its flowing rivers ceased…
"And that ain't no Dildo, sonny-boy!" Hazel roared, her voice lower now, a man's… "it's ME! And sweetie, my balls are fat too-want another hot kiss while I tell you about it?"
Now David felt the revulsion begin as he fully realized what a monstrous prank this person had played on him, how outrageously he'd been used… taken in, the total impact and its dread significance careening and taking hold inside of him. And then… oh God, how he cringed and howled… a savage, throat-tearing sound, as if to refute that thick throbbing evidence he had touched. He slid his body back and away from this jeering, masquerading flesh that had so rampantly usurped his passions, rocking back and forth and groaning aloud as newer waves of this horrendous reality revealed more and more of this whole night's truth… aw Jesus God!.. it's a boy… a tall willowy boy… with a prick and big balls and big mouth… and oh Christ, how I was kissing that mouth… like I wanted to die with those lips on mine…!
Hazel-or whoever he was-shot up off the bed and turned on the glaring overhead lights. A tall lanky flat-chested boy, who now yanked the honey-blonde wig off his head and tossed it between David's legs, where it scratched his semi-hard cock… and he muttered to think where that member had been only seconds ago… slamming up those sweet-girl haunches that had been mocking him with every bounce.
"Call me 'Harry,' honey!" said the laughing voice, many octaves lower now. Then she-he romped about the room retrieving some of the telltale garments. Padded foam-rubber falsies that looked and felt exactly like the real thing. And the G-String turned out to be a specially-designed truss-support. "I tape my prick flat up against my tummy," he explained, "and strip my nuts down the other way. Then I put on this supporter and wear a tight girdle over that, and presto, baby! I'm the girl of your dreams!.. Wanna kiss, honey? Wanna fat and juicy kiss? Or am I the first all-boy cocksucker you ever necked with?"
In a dazed and trembling stupor, David stared and gaped at this foam-rubber travesty… couldn't take his eyes off that face and body and graceful girlish legs… and oh, the mouth! A boy's oversized mouth, never a woman's! But how he'd lusted for it! God, how he'd let that mouth ignite the most soaring passions he'd ever known… let it drink and swallow and taunt… and oh damn!.. the lips and ass of this "thing" had made him feel more like a man than he ever had in his life… and it, too, was a man! Minutely, he reviewed all their kisses, recalling his wild response… oh the clinging, tonguing, caressing! But ugly and wrong and distorted now… like the nightmares involving Linda's father, only much worse, because he had let this reality happen to him, when he should have known… some deep, unflinching manly instinct should have told him this was a boy.
Hazel, now Harry, went to his closet and got a robe. He draped it about his shoulders and lit himself a cigarette. Then he gave David a nastily sardonic grin. "Don't let it worry you none, baby, because I have fooled the biggest and butchiest, and I mean to tell 'ya some of the horniest buffalo-stud truckdrivers have made the tenderest kind of love to me in this room, French-kissin' me like I was Liz Taylor… and then givin' it to me Greek-style like I was of Jackie herself!"
David's eyes were compulsively fastened on the long plump incongruity of this person's penis; if there was so much mental girl there, why so much physical man? It made the whole episode seem even more obscene and grotesque, as if he might somehow find it relieving if there'd been a little less male-evidence between those legs he'd panted for… "All those men thought you were a girl," he said numbly; telling himself it was only the thought that counted, for it alone gave birth to a man's true intention: if he thought female in the throes of his passion, it was female!
"You bet your sweet ass they thought I was a girl!" said Hazel-Harry, at the refrigerator now, pouring himself more Cognac. "No guy ever lays a hand on me honey, and if any guy stays hot for me after he knows I'm a fella, well shit! That means he's a queer too, so he'd better get his fruity box out of this apartment. 'Cause if there's one thing I can't stand it's having sex with a man who doesn't go for girls. Ugh!.. In my book, honey, that is real perversion." After a huge gulp of his drink, he turned and smiled brightly at David… who averted his eyes from that full-lipped vivacity he'd longed for. "Any questions, David darlin'?"
David nodded, feeling sick, corroded with humiliation and self-disgust. "Where can I throw up?" he muttered.
"Not on those sheets, lover, unless you want a big Karate chop in the throat. And just in case you plan to get rough, baby, I happen to be a Black-Belt expert, and a killer from way back…"
Slowly, David slid off the bed and got to his feet. He stared across the room at the boy, dimly realizing this freaky kid was a lot younger and more agile than he. But the rage was boiling and flaring up inside him, and he had to strike out at something. "Goddammit, maybe if I kicked your balls off you wouldn't have to lie any more! Sure 'Hazel'… a nice bloody little castration-scene would make your whole career…!"
"Try it, baby… come on, come on… try it!" With a squealing, raucous Karate-cry, the boy leapt in the air and landed in a fierce crouching position, his arms and hands extended in full hatchet-formation.
David moved nearer. "Just one good sock at that phony fuckin' mouth of yours! Oh brother, that's all I want. Just let me feel some teeth pop!"
"Aw hurry up, baby… come on, come on… I'm waitin' for ya!" howling out the wild, Oriental shrieks, his body leaping, circling, crazily crouching all over the room, a sneering grimace on his face. "But hear this, you creamy hunk'a stud: you'll be unconscious before you can even make a fist. Then I'll dump you off the terrace like that, naked and unidentified. Eighteen stories down. And Mr. Sweet-Nuts honey, in a building this size you could'a dropped from anywhere…"
David stopped advancing, for he was suddenly positive the boy wasn't bluffing. Jesus, anybody who lived this dangerously had to be able to protect himself. And now another weird idea occurred to him. "You tell them all the truth after they come, don't you?… I mean, you wait 'til you've had your kicks with each and every one of them, and then afterwards… you tell them they've been having sex with a boy…"
Hazel-Harry nodded and grinned. "There ya go, baby-that's how I get my biggest charge of all, watchin' their faces when they find out how homo they've been without knowin' it… Wheel… some of 'em really go ape! Of course, when they're too big or too smart to chop down, I'll use this on them…" Reaching in the pocket of his robe, Hazel-Harry produced an eight-inch switchblade knife, and flick!.. it was open.
David stared at the knife and, in his delirium, muttered a bit of insurance terminology: "Then you've got full coverage."
"You'd better believe it, darling. So what're you gonna do about it? Wipe the whole hoary mess from your mind and kiss me off… hmmm, honey-boy?" he made mincing, but provocative, kissing gestures with his lips. "Ooh baby! You were so hot and contented when you were kissin' me… I've never had a guy who wanted to lick and suck my tongue the way you did, sweetie, do you remember…? How will you ever get that out of your system?"
Feeling limp and queasy again, David turned and headed towards the bathroom. "To start with I'm gonna throw up and get out of here…"
As he was about to leave a few minutes later, Hazel-Harry gave him a final warning at the door. "In case you didn't get the message, David, it's all over between us. Do don't you ever try to see me again, you understand me? This was it… a one-shot, baby, and I mean no return engagements."
On his way down in the elevator, David tried desperately to blot out the past hour from his mind. He'd make it a do-it-yourself lobotomy if he had to, but dammit, he'd shove it down and away and out-of-sight. To do this he'd have to start thinking of his future and not ever look back. He'd had some lousy luck, it was true-Joyce had been an old friend instead of the alluring stranger he'd hoped for, while Hazel had merely been strange; which meant that he'd had his night of training and he'd made the one big whopper of a mistake the Fates allowed him. But he had a lot of determination left, plus a large new dose of defiance, so he pulled out the dog-eared computer-list and peered at it intensely.
Number three coming up. Who was she? Somebody called Valerie Hudson. Aw please, Lord. Let me strike gold this time, and let 'er be sweet and horny and big-knockered and lovable and nympho and affectionate and romantic and hot for me. And let 'er be a girl… please?
But as he drove along the Bayshore Freeway that night, Hazel-Harry re-flashed in and out of his thoughts, where she was to remain, intermittently, for a good long while. What a kisser!