"Are you feeling up to it?" he repeated.
His penis was sticking out before her eyes, thick around and lightly curved like a banana. She watched as he jerked the shaft with his two fingers, pointing the wedge-shaped head at her like a cannon.
"Oh, yessss!!" Heidi purred. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly a man could have an erection. "You weren't very nice to me before," she cautioned. "Promise you won't hurt me?"
He nodded his head, nudging his pecker forward. Raising his leg, Bert slipped over on her stomach so his cock lay on her chest. He rocked gently back and forth, the layer of grease making a sickly sucking noise as he rode her belly. He pushed his shaft up along her chest which almost made him laugh out loud as he flickered against her tit. He reached behind into her quim and continued massaging her drenched fuck slot while his cock inched to her mouth.
His fingers were inside her, plying her warmth with tender, living strokes. Heidi humped against him; that was all she could do. Pumping rhythmically to drive his fingers deeper. She felt a passion deep in her cunt. She had to have his cock. Just had to!
"Hurry," she gasped. "Please, hurry up. I want you. God, yes I want to suck you and fuck you."
Through the valley of her breasts he lunged his cock; it pushed with a long fluid motion, his balls dragging along behind like a Scotty terrier as her mouth opened in a big joyful O shape. He slid in all hot and tingly.
"Jesus," he whispered stroking her face. She squished underneath his flexed thighs like a rubber life raft, her hips pumping up and down moving his incensed boy in gentle love rhythms. He groaned as Heidi brought her wrinkled lips down on his penis. She was soft as marmalade and she did wonderful sucking things to the wrinkled skin surrounding his stiff fuck wand. The come boiled up immediately and he made no effort to stop the flow. Heidi was hot, anxious and eager; pumping his rocks back and forth be gripped her ears with his hands and when his semen welled in the tip, he screamed out once and shot juice down her gulping throat.
"Hmmmmm!" he groaned. She sucked on his spurting wand with an intensity that surprised even him. He closed his eyes and saw the startled face of the secretary in Vietnam. It was a look that he would never forget. All those men had fucked her awesomely beautiful body and then it was his turn. He needed something new and different and while stripping for her, he realized what the special something was.
He opened his lids and saw much to his delight, Heidi's cheeks bloated out with his sperm. Her throat was sucking it all down in great audible muscle constrictions. Fantastic! That's all he could say. Finally, his semen was drained and she looked at him, tired from her labors when he said: "May I?"
Heidi was so stirred up that she could hardly control herself. He had been okay. Really okay! But as he withdrew his dick, limp from coming he wanted more. It accounted for the wild stary look in his eyes. It accounted for a lot of things. The raw, pungent smell of his shaft filled her nostrils. Her belly fluttered with excitement. Christ, she thought, understanding now what he wanted. He wants me to do that. Oh, wow, he wants to do that!
Bert had a striking ability to get right to the heart of her most primitive needs and desires. The grease was part of it, making sex kinky as sort of a lead up. God, he really wanted to, she thought, her twat doing flip flops. And then for some unknown reason, she bobbed her head and in a surprisingly loud voice said, "Yes! Of course you can!" She watched his penis flopping around like a dead fish before her eyes. It was coming up again, his fingers pushing the vile-looking prick face close to her nose. The end twitched with anxiety as his fingers trembled in their task.
"Yesss!" he shouted.
Heidi looked unblinkingly into the barrel of his pecker when the first hard flow of urine began.
"Whaaaa!!" she screamed. The aim was off and the yellow stream sparkled as it bounced off her face, splashing her checks with its hot steaming message of desire. The urine flowed out his cock in what seemed to be a never-ending supply.
Bert was laughing like a hyena. Heidi had the same disbelieving shocked expression on her face as did the Eurasian that day so long ago in Vietnam. He worked his cock back and forth across her face like a hose. The urine splashed on her lips and mouth and rising up, Bert worked backwards, spraying her tits with the ripe nipples and her chest and finally the triangular thatch of cunt hair. The pee flowed in a never-ending supply. He straddled Heidi's twisting torso, his thighs bent slightly in a half-squat, his long hose-length of cock washing down her greasy body.
"Jesus!" she gasped. The surprise had been so sudden that it became a perverse thrill. And the yellow deluge only nurtured the tingling of sensation. It screamed like a boat horn during a foggy night.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" she gasped as his finger snapped her clitoris and his hands caressed her breasts. Only her lips moved as the pee splashed down her. Hot piss everywhere as Bert broke out laughing. He hunched down and sprayed her armpits. He had never felt such utter relief in his whole life. The poisons in his body was draining out his cock onto Heidi. The more be peed the better it felt.
And Heidi was getting into the act too. "Oooooh, fuck," she moaned. She clung to his cock, or tried to rather, for he was slippery with pee and his tool kept jumping from her grasp.
"My God that's sick," she said at last.
"Fucking-a, if it's not," laughed Bert. His laughter came in long, excited bursts exploding against her ears like the report of a gun. He finished up emptying his bladder with a long sigh.
"All right, get up," he ordered.
"Oh, goodness," gasped Heidi. It was too much. She rolled off the bed, her skin soaked in urine, covered with grease and looked at Bert as if he were crazy. Jesus, he is crazy, she thought weaving off to the bathroom and the warm shower that awaited her.
Bert in the meantime was falling back on the floor, his cock limp as a noodle. He was thinking of the pretty girl back in Vietnam. She had been eighteen years old at the time. Four years older than Heidi.
Four years older than Alice.
It was a nice, in between age.
CHAPTER TEN
On the that same night, while Bert Anderson basked in the victory of his conquest, his star swimmer Alice Dilly was running down the street, half crazy with fear.
Her father had tried to rape her! Even now, blocks from the house, she couldn't believe it. She had thrown on a pair of jeans and an old, floppy blouse after knocking her father unconscious with a chair and then fled out into the street. She would have taken the car, if only she had had the presence of mind to look for the keys. But she couldn't. They were in the front pocket of her father's trousers and just going near his prone body, stinking vilely of gin, sent shivers of terror racing up her spine.
Alice leaned against a tree and caught her breath. She was far enough away to be safe. Even if the old man was awake and was mad enough to come looking for her, she could still run. Besides, he had been in terrible shape, his legs wobbly from all the booze, and Alice doubted that her father would be leaving the house.
Alice breathed deeply, letting the cool night air fill her lungs and cleanse her body. My God, she had to sleep. Tomorrow was the nationals! She needed rest. But where? There was no way in hell that she would go home not now. Perhaps never!
She thrust her hands into her pants pockets and heard the tinkle of change. Alice pulled out a handful of silver and rolled the coins in her hand, thanking her lucky stars that she wasn't stone broke. The money – a little over three dollars – gave her a small edge. It was not enough to stay at a cheap hotel, even if the Strand had cheap hotels. But it was enough to buy coffee all night at Bernie's twenty-four-hour cafe where she might find a booth and go to sleep.