Her hands drifted down to her hips; her tongue licked her lips; her thighs parted. She turned over. Her hands reach back to caress her flushed and glowing buttocks as she rose up and down on the bed.
She turned on her back. Cupping one breast, she bent to catch the nipple gently between her teeth. Her lips fastened on it momentarily, then released it to her darting tongue. Her hands rested on her thighs now, rising and falling with them rhythmically.
Ludmilla’s fingers separated the thigh flesh and tangled in the ebony triangle. Tremblingly, she revealed the quivering core of her womanhood. The lips opened and closed pulsatingly as one fingertip dueled with the aroused clitoris. Then her hand vanished from sight and her body thrashed violently about on the bed. A scream of wordless exultation reached Big Dick’s ears as Ludmilla erupted.
Although he hadn’t broken training—yet—Big Dick couldn’t stop the answering cry that escaped his lips. “Touchdown!” he yelled. “Touchdown!”
Ludmilla sprang to her feet and dashed to the window. Big Dick was frozen to the spot. “What are you doing there?” she demanded in Russian.
Even if he had understood, Big Dick would have been incapable of answering her.
“You Americans! You’re all voyeurs!”
Still no verbal response.
“Say something!” Ludmilla leaned over the windowsill, wedging her head between the bars. “What’s that?” She thrust her hand through the bars and pointed at the stretch pants. “What are you carrying there?”
Despite the language barrier and his mesmerized condition, Big Dick dimly perceived her meaning. He shook his head “no” to indicate the absence of any foreign object.
Disbelieving, Ludmilla moved her head down to peer more closely at the stretch pants. The maneuver accidentally thrust a breast tip into Big Dick’s mouth, which had remained open throughout. Now it closed.
“Let go of me!” Ludmilla tried to pull away. The movement caused her other breast to rub against Big Dick’s hand where it rested on the windowsill beside his chin. His fingers closed around it. “Ouch!” Ludmilla said in flawless Russian. “Ouch!”
Because her assailant was below her, Ludmilla’s creamy breasts were being pulled cruelly downward. Although he was beyond thought processes, Big Dick nevertheless acted to relieve the situation. Grasping the bars of the window with his free hand, he braced his feet against the wall. The strain was too much. The elastic waistband of his stretch pants snapped. They fell around his ankles and he kicked them off. Then, still bracing himself, he walked his feet upward until they rested on the sill. In this way he eased the pressure on Ludmilla without releasing the treasures in his grasp.
The maneuver placed his mammoth manhood directly under the Russian scientist’s nose. She gasped, which inflated her breasts, which inspired Eberhard to inhale deeply, which made her gasp again. To maintain his balance, Big Dick reached around her with his free hand and got a grip on a cold steam pipe inside the room. Ludmilla’s glorious bare bottom now rested in the crook of his arm.
She tried to move away from the intimate contact. This upset the delicate balance. Big Dick’s feet, propped against the windowsill, slid up through the bars and lodged in Ludmilla’s armpits; his bare, musclebound rump hung out over the sill. In order to hold his position, he flexed the muscles of his powerful forearm. This raised Ludmilla’s bottom so that her feet dangled off the floor. When she tried to brace them against the inside wall for support, the counterforces involved propelled them up through the bars of the window. The backs of her thighs came to rest on Eberhard’s shoulders.
The resulting position brought the fulcrums of their bodies into contact. “Rape!” Ludmilla screamed in scientifically precise Russian. “Rape!” she reiterated as Big Dick Eberhard lunged forward for the first time and—-alas!-—- broke training. “Rape!”
Eberhard pivoted back and down a bit.
“OO-ooh!” Ludmilla exclaimed in culturally enriched Russian.
Eberhard moved forward.
“Ah-ahh!” Dr. Skivar moaned with a Moscow inflection.
Eberhard moved back and forth again.
“OO-ooh! . . . Ah-ahh!”
And again.
“OO-ooh! . . . Ah-ahh! . . . Ooh-Ahh! . . . Ooh-Ahh! . . . Ooh-Ahh-Ooh-Ahh-Ooh-Ahh! . . .”
Nearly ten years of accumulated postpuberty frustration built the pressure toward release for Big Dick Eberhard. His muscles tensed; his toenails dug into Ludmilla’s armpits; their organs clashed mightily between the bars. “Ooh-Ahh-Ooh-Ahh-Ooh-Ahh. . . .”
“TOUCHDOWN!” Eberhard lunged and exploded. “AHH!” Ludmilla sprang to receive him.
It was a mistake. She should have “OOH-ed.” The sudden muscle tension was too much even for the mighty line-man. His forearm succumbed to the sudden pressure; his hand let go the steam pipe. His legs snapped straight against her armpits and Ludmilla was propelled from his grasp like a rocket.
Her naked body shot across the room. The locked door buckled at the impact and she kept going. Her body whizzed across the hallway and through the open doorway of the room opposite. Here this nude female missile served to unfreeze the three-man tableau which included Jonathan Relevant.
On the wing, Ludmilla’s feet knocked the vial of nitro from the grasp of G. P. Porter and sent it spiraling toward the ceiling. Her head rocketed into the midsection of Leander Pigbaigh, who reacted by flinging his gun skyward and doubling over to clutch at his suddenly airless solar plexus. Ludmilla finally came to rest in a heap against the far wall.
“I’ve been raped!” she informed them in uncomplaining Russian as Jonathan Relevant reached over his shoulder for a one-handed catch of the nitro while intercepting the flying CIA pistol with his other hand. “You've got good reflexes.” Jonathan Relevant silently complimented Jonathan Relevant.
Leander Pigbaigh was still double over. G. P. took advantage of the situation to move fast. “Come on, Eldridge!” He picked up his sack of explosives and tugged at Jonathan Relevant’s arm. “Let’s hightail it back to the brothers!” G. P. hurriedly ushered Jonathan Relevant from the room.
They exited the building and, with G. P. setting the pace, rounded the corner to the rear of the Science Research Institute at a trot. As they passed under the window of Ludmilla’s room, Big Dick Eberhard’s naked, over-muscled derriere mooned at them plaintively. “I didn’t mean no harm, Ghaw-urge,” he kept whining to himself.
“Hey, man, what you doin’ there?” G. P. called on the run.
“Nothing. I’m not doing nothing. Honest!” Big Dick replied. “I’m stuck. My legs are jammed between the bars. But I don’t mean no harm. Help me.”
Jonathan Relevant moved to help Big Dick, but G. P. stopped him. “Sorry, Whitey. We’re in a kind of a hurry.” G. P. pulled Jonathan Relevant along.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her, Ghaw-urge.” The voice grew faint behind them as they reached the Administration Building.
Once inside, G. P. was surrounded by his fellow black students. They all talked at once, reporting on the situation, offering tactical advice, raising questions. What about food during the occupation? Suppose the cops were brought in? Or the National Guard? Shouldn’t they make preparations for tear gas? If they continued holding the chancellor prisoner, wasn’t that kidnapping? And mightn’t that bring the feds into it? What about a coalition with the white radical students? If ghetto blacks were admitted, might they not present a disciplinary problem? What about the chain of command? Who was to give orders, and who to take them? How about issuing a statement to the press? Who was going to draw up a list of demands? Should a committee be formed? What were the priorities?
G. P. took the last questions first. “We’re going to get up the demands,” he told them, indicating himself and Jonathan Relevant. “And We’re going to do it right now because that comes first. That’s why we’re here. So hold off on the other problems till we’re through.” He led Jonathan Relevant to a small room off the center hall and closed the door against the noise behind them. “Phew!” He grinned at Jonathan Relevant. “Welcome to the revolution, Brother Cleaver.” He held out his hand, palm up, fingers spread.