Laura Dutton took another sip from the tulip-shaped champagne glass and nodded imperceptibly as the fat man murmured something about going to the restroom and got up from the table with what seemed to be an awful lot of effort. Well, so far so good, she thought, as she watched him lumber ponderously in the direction of the men's room.
She'd been a little curious when Goldman had ordered the waiter to bring ice and both a bottle of champagne and a bottle of Cordon Bleu cognac to the table and leave it. But now she was glad that he had. The fat man with a light grace strange for a man so obese had expertly mixed the wine and the brandy in the tall glasses and the result had been delicious. French 75's he had called them, named after the famous WW-I French anti-tank gun.
It was exactly the kind of drink she needed, very light and easy to drink, and very potent. Although she hadn't been able to keep up with Harry Goldman she had been able to drink quite a few and the second bottle of champagne had already been delivered to the table.
The alcohol made it a little easier for her to hold up through the evening and she was beginning to feel as if her promise to Johnny wouldn't be as hard to keep as she had thought. Remembering Johnny, she thought again of the wonderful time they'd had in bed. No one had ever made love like that to her before. It had been almost unbelievable, she'd climaxed over and over again. And afterwards, to make it even better, Johnny had pleaded with her not to see Harry Goldman this evening but she hadn't given in. She finally convinced him that it wouldn't hurt her just once more. There was so much at stake, and she had promised him that throughout the whole evening she would just pretend she was making love to him, and not to the fat man who had just left the table.
She had even been surprised by Harry Goldman. She hadn't known what to expect when she had finally gotten the nerve to tell Deke Vito that she'd see Goldman tonight. But, all night long the fat man had treated her more kindly and with more respect than anyone she'd ever gone out with. Even Johnny, she remembered, whenever they'd gone out he seemed to be less interested in her entertainment than his own, but with Goldman it was different.
Soon after she had talked to Vito a messenger had given her a note from Goldman telling her to get very dressed up and that a limousine would call for her at nine.
Laura had gone home and changed into her finest evening dress and at exactly nine a uniformed chauffeur had called for her, and taken her to Reno's most exclusive supper club.
Goldman had been a complete gentleman all evening, and had ordered her a delicious dinner, most of which she couldn't even pronounce.
He hadn't grabbed at her as he usually did, and his conversation had been fascinating, though a little sad at time. She remembered feeling a little sympathy for the fat man as a word now and then would uncover his unhappiness at being so grossly heavy and unattractive.
The wine and French 75's that she was now drinking had lessened her uneasiness considerably, even made her feel very good, and she didn't feel too frightened about the rest of the evening.
She was determined to go with him wherever he planned and then get it over as quickly as possible. Just as she'd persuaded Johnny, it would only take a few minutes and couldn't make any lasting difference. It wasn't like she was losing her virginity or anything.
Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by the return of Harry Goldman and she felt a little sorry for him as she saw the trouble he had fitting into the small curved booth.
"Whew!" he said as he brushed a linen handkerchief across his perspiring forehead – something she'd noticed he had to do continually – "I'm afraid they don't make these quite large enough for a man my size, Laura," he said apologetically.
He chuckled bitterly to himself. "Husky." He looked at her through his puffy eyelids. "That's what I call myself. 'Husky' sounds a little better than 'fat' doesn't it?"
She knew he didn't really expect an answer but she saw the fleeting expression of unhappiness flicker across his eyes and she felt as if she had to say something.
"Harry, you shouldn't feel that way." She tried to put a light hearted lilt in her voice. "I've always heard size was a sign of success and prosperity. See, it fits… and I've never seen a big man as graceful as you are."
She thought she could see the appreciation in his eyes at her words. He reached across the table and tenderly took her hand.
"Thank you, Laura, I actually think you mean it."
They talked for a while longer. He amazed her with the amount of liquor he was able to consume, and there was absolutely no sign of intoxication. She tried to keep up with him, and as a result she was beginning to have a little difficulty thinking clearly.
Then he called for the check and paid for it from the largest sheaf of currency she had ever seen anyone carry.
As they stepped out into the coolness she was startled to see the chauffeured limousine pull up the moment he put his foot on the first step. It's amazing, she thought, anything he wants he gets, and he doesn't even have to snap his fingers. Then she thought bitterly, that even includes me.
They were driven for almost a half an hour and the closed back compartment of the Rolls Royce was absolutely silent, except whenever he offered her another drink from the portable bar.
Then she noticed the car pulling up a long winding driveway to an immense house at the edge of a mountain lake. They stepped past the attendant chauffeur and walked up a cobbled pathway to a huge set of double doors.
Once again, with no sign from him, the door was opened by a uniformed butler. Goldman dismissed him with a flick of his massive hand and led her toward the rear of the house.
He stopped now and then to adjust a rheostated light switch and then brought her into an enormous living room. She settled into the softness of the couch and waited while he poured her another cognac.
He handed it to her and apologized as he left her alone for a couple of minutes.
She sat there in the semi-darkness and wondered what was to come. He had been so gentle with her all night that she knew there was nothing really to fear, except possibly the actual act of making love to him. Even that bothered her very little after the number of drinks she'd had, and the knowledge deep within herself that she would be doing it for Johnny and Johnny alone.
Moments later he returned. He exchanged his dinner jacket for a voluminous silk robe and he was carrying something which he handed to her.
"Go through that door," he said, "and put this on. You'll be more comfortable." She followed the direction of his arm and found herself in a tremendous bedroom. Everything in this house seems to be oversized, she thought in admiration and awe as she stoically and without hesitation unzipped the back of her evening gown.
As she undressed she wondered if she shouldn't leave on her lingerie but decided against it. It'll only take longer if I have to wait for him to remove it, she thought. And, this is something I want to get over with as quickly as possible.
Completely nude, she stood before the great mirror that rose to the ceiling along one wall. She felt awfully good and even a little curious as she wondered guiltily how he would be in bed because in spite of his weight he seemed so smooth and suave at everything else. She slid sensuously into the embroidered white silk robe, watching her image in the glass before her. Her black, glistening hair looked wildly exciting against the pure whiteness of the silk and she knew she'd rarely been more attractive. Mr. Goldman was certainly going to get his money's worth and she vowed that this time she would do nothing to endanger the agreement she had with Deke.
Johnny, she thought, please forgive me. Darling, I'm only doing this for you. She tried to remind herself again that this was actually only a cold, hard business deal and nothing more before she stepped back into the living room.
But, even so, she again felt the steady creep of guilt as an unwanted wave of pleasure and anticipation rushed through her as she wondered what he was going to be like when she lay naked and defenseless before him.
The fat man stood up for her as she came into the room, and as he did she noticed he seemed to be a little unsteady. Well, it's about time after all that drinking he's done, she thought.
He came over to her, bringing her drink, and led her to an odd looking couch by the huge windows that overlooked the lake.
It was S-shaped, though horizontally, and looked like one of those big reclining chairs except that it was wide enough for about three people to sit on. He put her drink on one side and his on the other and then helped her onto it.
It was wonderful. Curved to fit her back and curved again to fit beneath her knees. "You'll like this chair, my dear, it does almost everything except fly."
As if to illustrate his words, he pushed a button on the panel beside him and she felt the chair begin to vibrate beneath her.
"Let me know when it's the way you like it," he said as he adjusted the power of the vibrations.
Once, it almost bounced her off and then he began turning it down again.
"There, that's perfect, Harry," she smiled softly at him, trying to be as seductive as possible in order to get it over with quickly.
It really is a delicious feeling, she thought, every part of her body seemed to be getting a massage at once. She lay back and luxuriated in the movement and the warmth, there seemed to be heat also coming from the surface of the chair.
They lay there for several moments… barely touching. Laura, thinking of nothing except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body, and the fat man thinking of nothing except the young, naked flesh of the singer's wife next to him.
For a moment Laura was disturbed by the memory of the promise she had made to Johnny, that during the whole evening she would think of no one but him. She realized it had been hours since a thought of her husband had crossed her mind. She decided it wasn't really her fault, she'd had so much to drink and Harry Goldman was being so nice to her that she felt strangely comfortable and safe.
Now, as she sat there on the chair with him she felt totally relaxed. Soft moonlight filled the whole room and the cognac was smooth and warm. She felt the fat man move his hand to her thigh but she didn't mind it at all. Instead, because he was so huge it even felt a little comforting and protective.
Laura put her hand on top of his and moved with him as he slid it softly up and down her leg. The warmth of the chair and his touch soothed her – more than that, it strangely and disturbingly excited her. The gentle caress of his hand and the feel of the silk gliding across her skin sent low waves of desire through her body.
She began to wish that he would hold her more firmly, or at least move the robe out of the way. Finally she reached down and parted the white silk, separating it so that her whole left leg was uncovered – then lowered his hand again so that he could move it again across the ivory softness of her skin.
Laura felt him shift his weight and move closer to her, sliding his hand in to the sensitive inner side of her thigh. Her skin seemed to prickle with mild jolts of erotic sensation at his touch and she felt cool chills race down her back.
He touched her so lightly, so tentatively that it almost seemed as if he were afraid of her. It's so strange, she thought, in the casino or around other people he's always openly pinching or feeling every girl he can get his hands on – and now when he's alone with me he seems almost shy. Then it occurred to her that at this rate it was going to take forever and that she'd better hurry things along or she'd never get home and back to Johnny.
The girl turned to her side facing the heavy man, knowing that as she did her robe would fall open even further. The grace that she had noticed in him earlier disappeared as he clumsily put his aim around her and plunged his other hand roughly between her thigh again.
Suddenly she realized the tremendous strength the man possessed. Under those layers of fat he was extremely powerful and she began to get a little frightened for the first time since she had been with him tonight.
"Harry, don't hold me so tightly… you're hurting me," she pleaded softly, but he didn't seem to hear her and she felt as if her shoulders were being crushed beneath his grip.
"Harry, please…"
"Shut up, you stupid bitch!"
"Harry…! what's happened? What did I do?" She stared at him. His eyes seemed to glaze over and he grabbed her even tighter. She couldn't imagine what had happened to him so suddenly, unless it was the liquor finally taking hold.
"It's not what you did, it's what you're going to do. And that's exactly what I tell you to do." He pinched the soft flesh of her thighs brutally to emphasize his threat.
"You've had your fun this evening, and now it's time for mine." He got up heavily from the chair and then reached down and picked her up as if she weighed almost nothing.
He never said another word until he threw her unceremoniously onto the huge bed in the bedroom. She lay there trembling as he went around turning on all the lights until the room was lit up like a gymnasium. Then he came back to the bed.
"Take off that robe! I want to see that lovely body you've been throwing at me all evening."
She was too frightened to do anything but obey him and her hands shook as she undid the knot at her waist. Then, as she lay there completely naked and trembling, he just stood looking down at her, a weird look of undisguised carnal passion flickering across the thickness of his lips.
"Now, undress me!" He towered over her at the edge of the bed and waited for her to begin.
There was some great inexplainable rage in him and she was terrified by the strange light in his eyes. Too frightened to protest or resist, she untied the belt at his waist and reached up to pull the robe from his shoulders, then she began to take the studs from his dress shirt. She was trying to hurry but her hands kept slipping. Then he slapped her.
"Hurry!" he ordered, his tone cold and unyielding.
She finally slipped the shirt off, revealing his huge pendulous belly. He looked like some great Buddha, completely hairless and pale white. She fumbled at his trousers for several seconds before she was able to get the zipper down and finally slide them down his legs. He kicked them away from his feet and waited for her to continue.
She pulled down his shorts, repulsed by the grotesque figure that stood before her. If she hadn't been so frightened he would have seemed ludicrous standing there. He was wearing only his patent leather dress shoes and knee-high black stockings that were fastened with garter belts – and his penis looked so small, dwarfed by the huge overhanging belly.
"My shoes!" He yanked her off the bed to her feet, making her kneel before him to remove his shoes. She crouched there trying to unhook the garters, and as she did she could feel his penis which was slowly becoming erect brushing vulgarly against the top of her head.
When she'd finally undressed him completely she started to rise but he placed both his hands on her head and held her down on her knees. Raising her just slightly until her face was only inches from the swollen shaft of his obscenely protruding penis.
"Kiss it!" he ordered. And forced her to take him in her mouth. It was only his great size that made his organ seem small, and she almost choked as he forced it deep into her throat.
"Suck it," he said, and then chuckled. "And with a little feeling!"
He continued to drive himself into her mouth while her mind screamed in the agony of what was happening to her. She kept trying to pull back from his but each time he would move forward and it seemed as if she was going to choke.
Finally, she felt the muscles in his legs quiver and tighten and she knew he was about to cum. Immediately he began to force his prick faster and faster into her straining mouth – and his fingers buried in her hair were clenched tightly as he shouted to her.
"Faster…! harder… that's it… I'm cuummming… I'm cuuuummm…"
His words were lost to her as she felt the hot, rushing spurts of fluid jetting into her mouth. She had to swallow as quickly as she could to avoid choking… he kept cumming and her head spun and she felt like she was drowning…
Then the flooding liquid slowed, though his penis remained stiff and throbbing for several moments more. It had been to much for her and as he pulled himself out of her arching mouth the silver-grey fluid dribbled from her lips and trickled lewdly down her chin.
She fell to the floor, crying, at his feet, great wracking sobs filling the room.
She barely felt it as he picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. He rolled her on her stomach and left her there with her soft, flaccid breasts pressed hard down into the mattress.
She had lain there crying for several minutes, trying somehow to understand what had made him change so, had made him so violent – and trying to bury the disgust and revulsion she felt so that she wouldn't cry out and ruin it all. Then, as she lay there trembling, she felt him crawl onto the bed beside her.
Oh my God, no! she thought, I can't stand any more. She felt the bed sag as he moved closer to her and then his hands as he began to run them firmly up and down her back.
She lay there on her stomach trembling, closing her eyes as if she was trying to close out the present, trying to make herself believe that she was somewhere else.
The fat man slid further down on the bed and then raised himself to straddle her thighs. He sat above her and then bent forward to run his hands up her legs until he grasped the tensed mounds of her buttocks.
He began to roll them in his thick, pudgy fingers – kneading and molding them like ivory clay. He massaged her like this for almost ten minutes, never saying a word and hearing nothing but soft moans from her, and then gradually he felt the tightened muscles in her thighs and buttocks losing their tenseness and relaxing beneath his kneading fingers.
Laura lay there determined at first to resist any movement he made toward her and then slowly succumbing to the warm pleasure that his touch was giving her.
She didn't understand what he was doing to her, or why his massage concentrated only on her buttocks. It was such a strange sensation to have just one part of her body so gently caressed and touched – it was strange but extremely pleasant. It seemed to have been going on for hours and she could feel the warmth of his hands spreading through her. The pain and disgrace that she had felt moments ago seemed to be disappearing and she lay there completely relaxed as he continued to sun his hands and fingers across her soft fleshy buttocks – encircling each in his huge cupped palm and running his thumbs side by side down in between the shadowed crevice separating them. Occasionally his fingers would brush teasingly across the small, tight circle of her anus or, even further down, touch the soft moistening lips of her vagina – and when this happened small tremors of excitement would ripple up gently into her belly.
Harry Goldman sat above her, lifting his weight slightly with his knees so that he wouldn't hurt her, and watched her body quiver each time he touched her anus or cunt. He knew that soon he would have her in the state of passion that was necessary for him to make love to her the way he wanted.
He had always been grossly overweight. Even as a very small child he had suffered the taunts of the other children – had always known the torment that a only a very fat child experiences.
And it followed that he was almost twenty before he had even held a girl in his arms – and he'd had to pay for that one. With no women as a distraction, Harry Goldman had immersed himself in his one dedication – making money – and now his immense wealth allowed him to buy almost any woman he wanted, but it still filled him with blinding anger when he realized that without his money no woman would even look at him.
It was this that made him act the way he did each time he found himself with another woman he had had to pay for each time he realized that the only way he would ever find love in his lifetime would be to buy it.
The girl's moans snapped him out of his moment of self-pity and he looked down again at the warm, voluptuous young body beneath him. He watched her buttocks arching and falling beneath his touch and felt the desire in his loins fanning into hot, licking flame again.
Laura was beginning to lose all control of her senses, his hands were driving her crazy. She lay beneath him and squirmed with the excitement of his almost magical touch, the fire burning deep down in her loins fanned to greater and greater heights of creeping pleasure with each passing second of the obscene teasing of his hands.
Oh God, she groaned down into the mattress, her face pressed tight into it to stifle back the lewd, gutteral grunts of rising desire seeping involuntarily from between her tightly clenched teeth. She had vowed to herself that tonight, tonight she would not let her body run away with her as it had done with others. Tonight her body would give all that was expected of her but nothing more, her mind and soul were Johnny's, all Johnny's and she just couldn't let those depraved, stroking hands conquer her, she just couldn't!
But… the gloating man straddling her naked and vulnerable body from behind was persistent and he could feel the victory he so desperately desired just a moment away. Her buttocks ground lasciviously beneath his caresses and he could sense the sudden urgency of the tremors rippling sensuously across her flesh.
One more moment, he grinned, his thick, rubbery lips wet from the anticipation of her total surrender.
One more moment…
"Ooooooooh God, what are you dooing to meeee," he gleefully heard her moan down into the softness of the mattress, her voice thick with a forced desire.
One more moment…
"Ooooooooooh, God!" she moaned again, twisting her head to the side so that he could see the effect his relentless teasing of her heated loins was having upon her. Laura, her buttocks churning involuntarily beneath him fought with all her inner strength against the lewd, carnal urges now racing almost out of control through her tortured body… but… it was not enough…
Oh please, please… she thought… don't let it happen… Dear God, don't let it happen like this…
And then it did!
It felt to the guilt stricken girl as though a great hot gush of living flame suddenly licked out and curled its way deep up into the steaming walls of her tortured vagina and to her sudden horror she found the words she had sworn not use tumbling haphazardly from her moaning lips…
"Ohooooohhh, do it to me," she hissed back at him, trying to turn her head so that she could watch his hands working maddeningly back there between her open thighs.
"Do what?" he grinned down triumphantly at her lust contorted face as she looked helplessly and glassy-eyed back at the rising hardness of his cock.
"Oh God, fuck me," she half whispered as though the words had to be torn from her throat. "Fuck me on my knees."
"Okay, baby, and remember you asked for it," he spat victoriously down at her squirming back, the sweat beginning to form in glistening white drops on his upper lip. "Put your ass in the air," he commanded.
Without hesitation, she arched her hips even higher, and then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her to her knees. She kept raising herself until she knelt before him on all fours – she felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished he would hurry, hurry and come inside her…
He probed tentatively at her with his swollen penis, searching for the hot moistness of her vagina, felt her buttocks clasping at his jerking penis as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice, past her anus, to the eager hair-lined opening that awaited him.
He felt his prick brush across the softness of her pubic hair and finally reach the pulsating lips of her vagina. His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing juices inside her had completely lubricated her with a hot, slippery wetness that made it easy for him to worm his throbbing penis into the smooth tight gripping flesh between her legs.
Laura almost screamed in pleasure as she felt him coming into her – he seemed so hot, so Goddamned big and hot!
"OHhhhhhhhhhhllhaaaa… yes…! yes, put it into me, all of it… fill me with it, Harry! Fill me with it!"
The fat man grinned, his thick lips curling wetly back over his teeth and began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes – not hurrying, and leaning back and watching his penis moving in and out of her vagina… he watched the soft, pink flesh gripping him, clasping his prick and pulsating against him. He felt the muscles deep inside her flexing and constricting against his huge shaft as he fucked deeper and deeper up inside her.
Then he began to withdraw from her. He gleefully watched her pushing back on the bed, trying to recapture him – to retain the fullness of his prick.
"Nooooo, don't stop… don't leave me… please, put your prick back into me! Harry, I want you to fuck me… Harry, please…"
But he paid no attention to her muffled cries, withdrawing completely and began to rub his prick up and down against the soft pools of whitish liquid that had formed along the lips of her vagina. He did this over and over again until his penis was completely covered with a thin film of her hot, white passion.
"Ooooooh… Harry, please…! Please put it into me…! Don't tease me like this… don't tease me…"
Then he took his throbbing penis in his hand and guided it toward her tiny, round anus, moving carefully, until its head rested against the small, tight circle.
Suddenly, through the heat of desire, Laura realized what he was going to do and cried out in fright. "No, Harry… No…! please, it won't fit… you'll hurt me…! please don't."
But he grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks, pulling her hard against him, and began to inch his way into the rubbery tightness of her rectum. He paid no attention to her cries as he continued to force his way deeper and deeper, feeling the taut elasticity, the rubbery stricture loosening ever so slightly to accept the un-natural intrusion of his huge burrowing penis…
I can't stand it! I can't stand it… he's going to split me in half! Oh God, no, don't let him do this to me! Her mind screamed out in agony as he kept driving deeper into her. She thought she was going to faint from the pain, and then suddenly, before she realized it, he was all the way inside her, and he stopped. There was no movement and the pain slowly began to subside, leaving only a great burning fire inside her. She felt his hand move down, and his fingers slide down under her stomach and around into her pulsating vagina – she felt his fingers moving, moving against the thin membrane that separated them from the huge cock that was buried so deeply in her rectum.
And, she felt the fiery heat spreading through her tortured body as the lustful desires of her entire being took control and urged him to continue.
She began to move back and forth against him.
"Oh my God, Harry… it's so big! Bury it in me… Burn me with it…! Hurry… hurry! Burn me with it!"
They screamed at each other, the words driving them into a wild, lewd frenzy of uncontrolled lust and passion. A last blurted image of Johnny's face flickered through her glazed mind and then burst into a thousand pieces of fire and desire.
"Whore…! You bitch, can you feel me deep in your ass… answer me, Goddamn you!"
"Oh, yes… oh yes… you're tearing me in half… you're fucking me to death… you're fucking me to death!"
She screamed words at him she'd never said aloud before. She shouted every obscenity she'd ever heard at the fat man who drove into her with such pounding ferocity.
"Faster… faster! Ram it into me! I want to feel it all the way up into my throat. Split me with it… split me with it!"
And he shouted back at her. All the pain the loneliness he'd known in his childhood came out in a flood of angry screams. He slammed his body against her ass mercilessly, pounding against her and trying to wipe out the ugliness he'd known all his life.
He heard her screaming that she was cumming, screaming for him to hurry, and he felt the impending explosion rising in his belly as her words drove him towards a wild, climatic frenzy… "AHhhhhhmggghhhhh… I'm cuuumnniinnngg… Harry, I'm cuumminngg… Oh my God! Hurry…hurry, hurrryyyy!"
Then it burst inside them simultaneously. Great blinding explosions ripping through quivering flesh, a boiling eruption of flaming lava blowing skywards from wildly exploding volcanoes of lust and desire.
Laura screamed again as she felt the hot, white sperm ricocheting deep up into her wide stretched rectum. It seemed to last forever, colors and flames erupting over and over again, driving her into senseless exhaustion. As she fell forward on the squeaking bed, her breasts pressed tight down into the swaying mattress.
Then it ended. Ended in the quivering collapse of two drained and helpless bodies. And a huge shaking mass that fell onto the trembling softness beneath it. It was over. Over and done.