" Kiss it," he said. His voice trembled. " Open your virgin' s mouth and suck it."
She thought she would vomit with disgust and horror.
" Suck it! Suck it, you pure cunt." She put the tip of his prick in her mouth, feeling it jump with life against her teeth.
" Spread your teeth… spread your teeth," he screamed under his breath. He grabbed her head, pressing it against him so that his prick went cruelly between her teeth, gagging her at the back of her throat.
" Lick it. Lick it like it' s candy. Better than the best at Fanny Farmer, huh?" He laughed again and pulled her head back, sticking his hand crudely in her mouth and pulling her tongue out.
" Here, here," he directed. " Where the vein bulges. Suck it up and down. Play with my balls. Play with my balls and suck the shaft up and down… ahh…" He seemed hypnotized by the motion of her unwilling head. " Enough, you bitch. I' m going to come inside you like a Fourth of July celebration. I' m going to explode inside your pure cunt."
He threw her head down, twisting himself quickly on top of her body. Then he got on his knees and pulled her legs around his kneeling body. His prick bobbed stiff and angry before him. He took his knife out and bent his head near hers.
Good, he' s going to kill me. I' d rather die. I' d rather die.
But delicately and surely, he slit the crotch of her panties, exposing the soft black hair of her cunt. He did not touch it, but kneeled, sucking his breath in and out and staring at the cleft in her. She grew faint with naked terror.
Not touching her cunt, he took his heavy penis in both hands, and lowering his body, with one thrust he rammed inside her. She screamed with pain, but his hand was ready on her mouth, not letting any of the pain out… keeping it locked in her cunt. She felt him scraping the bleeding wound in her.
" You' re dry baby – bone dry. Ain' t you having fun? I' m having fun. You got the tightest cunt I ever been in. Tight cunt, sucking me in. Tight- cunted bitch."
Her body from the waist down was writhing with pain. He put his hands beneath her hips, and she felt his fingers digging into her ass. They found the hidden hole and two fingers crushed mercilessly into it. He reamed her with them, stretching her anus until she thought the tender membranes would split. Her body was trapped and full with him. No out, no freedom for her body, stuffed and imprisoned with his intrusive prick and fingers.
Then, miraculously, a great heat and throbbing started under her heart and moved to meet his raging penis. She burned with humiliation. Was this desire? This crazy itch and burning in her cunt? His penis rubbed against her taut clitoris and when every nerve in her body was stretched like wire, and her thighs felt aflame, all the restraints in her body let go and she felt the pendulum throb in her cunt. It was like a ballooning of her inner flesh, like a fish' s mouth. Open… close… open… close… she felt herself losing consciousness. Her pussy oozed its unspent juices, smoothing the passage of the piston between her thighs. She felt it grow even more huge, as if it were a balloon inflated to the bursting point. Then that humongous cock began to jerk and spasm as it erupted a flood of burning sperm.
She lay still, not wanting ever to move again. But he was up on his feet, more cruel than when he had thrown her to the floor.
" Get up, you bitch," he ordered. " Button my pants." She got to her knees, her head level with his softening prick. " Put it in and button me up." She fought a desire to stroke the velvety head.
" Put it in, bitch."
She pressed his prick between his thighs, and numbly kneeling before him, began to button his pants. They were both silent. She lifted her head to his white eyes.
" Come upstairs to my apartment," she begged.
He laughed into her face. " I got what I wanted, virgin. Ask your uptown friends to carry on."
But she knew that only this man with the white eyes could bring all the fluids of her body pulsing hot to her cunt.
" Don' t leave me," she implored. " Don' t leave me to die."
He pushed her head away from his covered prick. " I got what I wanted, cunt. Now try fucking the Eiffel Tower." And he kicked her away from him and sauntered out of the hall.
She put her face against the tile floor and started to sob while relentless need gnawed at her body. " Come back," she cried against the tiles.
She lay for almost an hour, hoping she would hear him turn the knob of the door. Then, knowing he was gone for the night, maybe forever, she dragged her body up the stairs.
Gloria turned the lamp on over the bed. She fell across the mattress, dazed. Her feet, their shoes still on, touched the floor. She lay still, knowing that the last half- hour had made her a slave to a pair of white eyes. As the image of his eyes floated into her blackened mind, she felt the urgency throb in her cunt. She moved her hand to the slit pants, and pressed cold fingers against the inside of her cunt. It was wet there. She pulled the fingers before her face and saw that they were covered with blood. Like a child, she thrust her fingers in her mouth, sucking them, hoping to get a taste of him mixed with the blood. The mustiness of his sperm made her dizzy with excitement. Her fingers slid back to her cunt. Up and down they moved against the small, hard pit of her clitoris. Up and down, deadening her insides with her hungry desire. Up and down, and harder and harder, till she was hurting herself as he had. At last she felt the flow of sensation that he had given her, but weaker, much weaker than the dawning she had known with him. She gasped with frustration and the tension of near- orgasm, and fell into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER II
The next morning, a persistent ringing in the room brought her swimming out of a dream in which she had been floating in a pool, flat on her back, her belly facing the sky and swelling, swelling like a carnival balloon until she thought she would burst. Her eyes wandered to the diving board. There, poised as though he would fly rather than dive, was her father. He laughed with his white eyes, and started to float toward her distended belly. She shrieked, and woke up, her screams competing with the blasting of the telephone.
" Yes, yes, yes," she called, as though it were the telephone, not a person soundlessly far from her room, urging her to respond. " Yes," she muttered, and pulled her bruised hips around. She reached out and picked up the receiver. Almost before she could speak, a husky voice said, " Gloria, is that you baby?"
" Yes," she said blindly, still not fully conscious.
" Look, baby, this is me, Paul. Darling, I didn' t sleep all night. I' m so sorry about yesterday. Look, I just had a bit too much to drink. I' m sorry. Are you there?"
" Yes," she answered wearily. Paul and the things he had said, she thought disconnectedly. What was it he said yesterday? What happened with him yesterday? She couldn' t remember. Only something had happened after Paul. What was it? And then the white eyes floated out of her dreams, gripping her stomach, and she was completely, shockingly awake.
" It' s okay, Paul. Really. I guess I deserved what you said."
" No, Gloria. Look, I' m just a conceited ass. If a girl doesn' t sleep with me, I make a whole case study out of it."
She pictured Paul' s dark, gentle eyes, and his fine soft hands.
" A girl should want to sleep with you," she said. " If she doesn' t, then she probably does have a screw missing someplace." And she thought, My God, I really got my screws bolted in place last night. No more loose screws. Except now I' m one big loosened screw. All of me, so no one can hear the rattling.