Chapter 1
Beyond the high, pumice-stone wall and below the steep cliff-side, the surf roared in great sweeps of white foam against the rocky shore-line, the blue waters of the Pacific sparkling like a sea of priceless gems beneath the brilliant California sky. On an inflated rubber raft, bound by the azure-colored tiles of her heart-shaped swimming pool, the curvaceous blonde girl with the long shapely legs, though aware the view was all there gave it little thought. As always, it was the soothing sound of the pounding surf and not the sight which tranquilized her. In fact, the vast ocean in its incessant anger actually upset her, but then, it wouldn't take much to do that this bitchy midday, she irately thought.
Idly floating atop the breeze-stirring, crystal clear water, Eve Novak lay stretched out on her back, wide-brim hat shading her half-closed green eyes, a cooler glass filled with ice, gin and tonic resting wetly against the satiny skin of her sun-tinted, flattened belly. From beneath the brim, she could look down between the rounded white mounds of her naked breasts, following the sleek, symmetrical lines of the sexy, tanned legs to her tiny feet with their daintily pedicured, clear-polished nails where the sun reflected in scintillating glimmers. These she concentrated on for a few wasteful moments in an effort to
escape the fuming bitterness the young boy had left with her when he had just up and walked out some hour or so before.
Goddamn him, anyway! She hoped to hell the cops busted him, the ungrateful, hair-faced junkie! And they would sooner or later, no doubt about that, but it wouldn't mean a damn thing. Just another check-mark on his already worthless existence. Hadn't he admitted to her at least a half-dozen prior arrests for everything from pushing drugs to rape and armed robbery? Ooohhh! The filthy bastard, accepting her luxuriant bed and food, the likes of which he'd never even remotely dreamed of, reveling in it, and, her naked body for three days and nights, then having the gall to casually tell her she bored him! God, every time she thought about it, she could just scream out in rage!
What was even more exasperating to her than all else was the fact that she did feel his loss ... that she'd actually been hurt and had begged him not to leave ... and that he'd merely stood there by the door grinning at her, his handsome, young white teeth gleaming through the thick, heavy beard she had pampered and groomed for him, his lack of feeling for her as obvious in his hardened eyes as the untold number of men she had walked out on had probably seen in her own!
"Lady, you're a drag ... know what I mean?" he'd droned with absolutely no inflection in his twenty year old tone. His young, hazel eyes were cold and empty, dilating from the fix he had shot into himself not twenty-minutes before in her bathroom, a poke of stuff she had bought for him the previous night from a known pusher in Monterey. "Fuck and suck and fuck again, that's all that clogs your pretty warped head. Hasn't anyone ever told you that cunt of yours is for pissing, too?"
"Oh, you ... you ungrateful bastard!" Eve had steamed, barely able to hold herself from going at him with her unique set of clawing-talons.
"Ungrateful ...? Hey, what's to be grateful for, baby? Like you bathed and fed me and I gave you some cock. So, we all got our kicks, didn't we?" he measured in that same vacant monotone. "I mean, you liked that taming the wild masculine beast, driving him crazy to crawl up between your luscious legs, or just laying there while you sucked the cum right out of the lining of his balls! So I played your game for a few days, but it was all jazz, nothing more, cunny-girl. You bought me some stuff and in payment, I let you use my cock to your heart's content. So what's this grateful shit?"
Remembering it vividly now, Eve could still feel the scalding tears blurring her eyes. Yet, even with the rage that'd been nearly consuming her, the thought of losing him had suddenly swept away all of the ego and pride she had ever known, or shown, with any of the multitude of men in her life. God, mean and heartless young animal that he was, she needed him! He did something for her, however warped and perverted it might be ...!
"Please, Bo-Bo darling?" she'd pleaded, realizing now that she had never even learned his real name. "I-I'm sorry if I said ... or did anything to make you angry ...!" She had reached out for his hand which
he casually drew out of her reach. "Don't leave me? Eve needs you, baby-doll. She loves you! My God, lover, who is she going to bathe and sweeten all up? Who is going to explain to her what the whole world is all about, and. . . and why there's no future less we have complete revolution ...?"
"Oh, slip down off that dung-pile, lady," he'd disgustedly threw at her. "You got problems all right, and you need help about as much as any chick I've ever crawled on. The way I see it, for what it's worth,
you've lived sixty years in your thirty, fucked and sucked ... yeah, done it all until there's no more kicks left in the bag for you. My old man used to say that was what the movies did to its people, and I can
see it in you ... probably the only piece of truth he ever spoke. You're strung-out, babe, unraveled because you've drained your pot of sex. Now, you're leaning to the weirdo bag, else why should a cunt with all your beauty and loot want to jump into a lion's cage for a bang?"
"P-Please, Bo-Bo ... I'll do anything you want ... buy you a new Jag like you were talking about last night? Honest! We'll go down today an ...!"
He'd pushed her away when she'd started to move toward him, trying to encircle him inside her arms. "Fuck off, lady! Take up knitting, or buy yourself a dog! This man's got itchy feet and new pussies to conquer!" He'd opened the door and stepped outside then, the outline of his muscular, young body in its faded jeans, T-shirt ... rags, wavering in her tear brimmed eyes. Her hands, she remembered, had gone to her mouth so that Conchita, the cook, wouldn't hear her burst out crying and come on a run. "But for what it's worth, Eve baby, I'll always remember the movie starlet with the big heart and the tight, beautifully educated cunt. You were a tremendous moment in Bo-Bo's life! He's not about to forget you ...!"
A tremendous moment in his life, she had thought then, sobs uncontrollably choking up from her throat, and again that thought tore bitterly at her as she floated placidly on her raft in the security two wealthy ex-husbands and an unremembered number of lovers had made possible. But there were no more strangling sobs now. That moment had passed as it had myriad times before for whatever their reason, and now only the mean emptiness she had been left with so many, many times since she'd ran away from that Nebraska farm with a summer-stock actor named, Robert Calwart, remained.
Eve had been sixteen at the time, and he forty, handsome, a ticket to the capitol of the world for her. God, she hadn't even been a virgin then, had she? No, there'd been three hired men ... or was it four? ...
what difference? Robert had really been good to her and three months later they had wound up in L.A. where it really all began. It was exactly what she wanted, to be on Hollywood's doorstep where she could display the physical endowments she well knew she possessed. And through Ben Zachary, Robert's agent, she'd gotten her first bit part in a B movie. Of course, it'd meant sleeping with Ben, another basically good, forty year old man, but she'd hardly minded. His fat little tongue had been like a wildly striking snake up between her legs, and it hadn't been long before she'd moved her things to his apartment. On and on it had gone, from Ben's bed to others she could hardly remember, and finally a pair of lesbian actresses shacking together who admitted her to make a troilism. That hadn't been so awful, either, especially considering the way they had managed to secure better and better parts
for her, until she had finally met Roy ... Roy Marvin, the last of the small-time western stars.
She and Roy had married when she was eighteen in '60, their nothing association lasting three years and two abortions. Sidney Bartell, the British star had been next, the perfect arrangement, she'd thought. Poor Sid, such a beautiful man and an nonconvertible homo who needed a wife for his box-office image. How could she miss? Five years of free- wheeling on both their parts, numerous unimportant roles for her, as she began to appear in nudes with the new permissive approach, and
finally Robert's death in an auto accident in Mexico which had brought that episode to a profitable end. She had inherited Cliff side here in Big Sur country and close to a half-million dollars in cold cash after
taxes, boosting her bank-account well into the security range. The promiscuous little farm girl from Nebraska had made it after all ... but at what cost? The last few months, she had pondered that question
too often ...
It weigh bitterly on her mind at the very moment as she floated about the pool, the prevailing breezes moving her, haphazardly, a great deal like her very existence, she rancorously thought, the tears of earlier grief beginning to pass. Of course, those tears would subside and go away forever, she knew from experience. It was just the immediate heartache, the egotistical loss of a lover she hadn't personally shed ... but ... but he had never been a lover like any of the others, had he?
There had been nothing suave or sweet smelling about Bo-Bo when she'd met him at The Haven, a small bar adjacent to the village's leading hotel in the nearby corners of Cala Mar. She'd been shopping for a handbag, had bought a snake-skinned one in fact, which she was quite pleased with and had gone into the lounge for a gin-tonic to examine it. He'd stood at the bar, down at the far corner as if he were not permitted to enter into the center of things, drinking beer from a bottle. Somehow, and she would never remember how that had happened, she had looked up to stare right into his leveled, perceptive eyes.
Had she given him some sort of come-on? Eve hardly remembered, but suddenly he was standing there with his beer bottle in his hand next to her table, smiling down at her. God, he'd been a stack of dirty rags, smiling warmly through a mow of unkempt whispers, his waved brown hair dangling around his shoulders. Yes, she had smelled him!
"W-Why don't you sit down ... seeing you've come this far, stranger?" she said, looking up at him with dancing eyes, just the knowing of his being invited to her table enough to jar the house staff with whom she
was quite familiar. The odd part of it was that she'd just shaken off a Vic someone-or-other, a twenty-three year old and spoiled son of an electronic scion from San Francisco who had wanted to marry her, ridden
herself of him with a vow that she'd have no more to do with immature men, if any at all! But the knowing smile on this one's hardly visible face, and the expression in his young vibrant eyes at that moment had
easily persuaded her, inciting her loins with visions of lewd sexual delights to come.
"Come ahead, sit down," she pressed, setting her new handbag in the chair next to her.
He did, very methodically, every movement a slow and decisive work of skepticism. He said, "You're Eve Novak. I watched a late-movie you were in on TV in a Phoenix hotel lobby a week ago. That ... that was before they kicked me out." He grinned. "You were just a little girl then, but you haven't changed much. 'Beach Bang' was the name of it. Remember ...?"
Eve nodded. She sure enough did remember. It was the bit-thing Ben Zachary had first gotten for her and she'd had to suck-off the Director every day for a month! You didn't forget a milestone like that when the
man was almost sixty years old!
"You were pretty corny, but man, what a stack of curves," he said. "I thought about you for two nights after ... even wondered whatever happened to you, and bloody fuck, here I run smack into you!"
At that moment, his use of the four letter word, though not uncommon in her particularly limited circle, sent a tremulous thrill tingling through her sensual, mini-clad body. For a moment, she wasn't sure whether to smile or show some up-tightness at his casual, obscene words, but then he had followed through taking her completely unaware.
"Not only do I meet you right out, but I find that the body you swiveled in that flick was babyfat compared to what I see now ... say nothing of the face! Hey, lady, you're beautiful, you know it ...?"
He laughed, a warm and thrilling sound. "The lady and the tiger!" he said. "So ... tame me, lady! Tame me, if you can!
She grabbed at his torn T-shirt, beginning to undress him right there in her plush living room, knowing that Manuel and Conchita were in their quarters and wouldn't come unless called. He laughed and so did
she. "You're filthy!" she said, and then he roared, throwing back his head. "Who wants a filthy lover?" she giddily put to him, pulling at the wide-belt of his jeans. "Who did you sleep with last night?"
"A bunch of nasty-bastard ants! That's the truth! They just about chewed my ass off," he said as she made him step out of his ragged jeans and stand there with only his almost white, jockey shorts covering his total nakedness, the swell of his genitals huskily outlined before her hungering eyes, causing wild sensations of
excitement to flutter intoxicatingly through her.
The opened windows and the ocean breeze continued to taunt her incited, flaring nostrils with strong essences of his young, real masculinity as he slipped his strong arms around her hour-glass waist, the mass of
hair smothering his young, under-arms stimulating her the more at their virile sight!
"You're a tiger, all right ... or are you just a pussycat?" Eve questioned, smoothing her small, soft hands over the hard, muscular development of his upper rib-cage and youthful, hairy chest as he began to pressure tighter against her, the sensation of his long, stirring penis against her yielding, resilient belly like a squirming snake filled with fire!
"That's for you to decide, lady."
"My name is Eve, remember?"
"Sure ... but I think I'll call you cunny-girl. You like that ... cunny-babe? Cunny-honey ...?"
"Whatever you want, lover!" she hissed, engulfing his mouth with her moistly open lips waiting to receive his young, hot tongue! It came and they clung that way for moments, their heated tongue tips passionately
caressing, he with his big hands joined behind her slender waist, she with hers moving up beneath his arms to lock behind his strong, thick shoulders, their roused loins erotically grinding against one another in lewd sensuality.
God, what was it about him that had turned-on the basic animal in her? Not that the beast hadn't reared its immoral head untold times before, but never with more wild abandon! She had led him into the sunken bath
of her private bedroom suite, stripped him while he'd stood grinning with hands on narrow hips, then knelt before him in awe, excitedly staring at his amazing, half-hardened cock and the heavy young balls hanging promisingly between his strong legs! To the best of her recollection, it was the longest and thickest male penis she had ever seen, its huge, bulbous head reminding her of a huge, tightly clenched fist!
"You dig it, Cunny-babe? Like it's not the average, run-of-the-mill, everyday cock, eh?" he proudly teased, obscenely waggling his naked hips to make the yet hardening, young length of blood-engorging flesh
sway back and forth in front of her lusting eyes. "It meters out at eight and one-half by four and-a-half at full tilt and brags no dissatisfied takers."
"I believe it, lover! I believe it!" she had gasped in lascivious admiration, reaching out with both hands to curl her slender fingers and thumbs around its hardening, fleshy heat, their smallness unable to completely encircle it, the width of both her soft, white hands leaving the heavy-veined cock protruding at both ends of her grasping feminine fists!
He grunted lustfully to the feel of her sudden possession of it, reflexively pressing his hips forward and sliding its thick, white foreskin moistly back to completely expose its swollen, blood-filled head. A tiny, liquid pearl appeared to partially hide the little split at its smoothly glistening tip! Her mouth watered, the masculine scent
of his natural, genital odor spurring on the hungering, carnal appetite he had already unleashed within her!
"Well?" he threw down at her. "Isn't it worthy of a kiss and a lick or two as the Man made it? Or do we have to go through the absolution first ...?"
Eve could still hear and feel the sensual moan of guttural desire rasping up from the depths of her throat as she leaned forward, licking first with her eager little tongue to flick away the minute bubble of hot, seminal fluid from the tiny eye of his young, unbelievable cock! It had been like a drug, its sweet, manly taste bending her mind with overwhelming, flames of passion! She kissed and licked while she held its long, thickly swollen length in her tightly milking hands, her head mindlessly filled with the pungent male aroma of him! She felt his
groans of sexual delight vibrating along the thick length of his virile young cock as she teased it mercilessly with her wetly swirling tongue, sensations of new and unexplored lust churning deliciously up between
her thighs and setting to flow the vaginal juices of her already warmly seething pussy.
She squirmed on her knees before him as she tongued the underside of his rapidly rising hardness, sensing the heated moisture which had seeped from between her excitedly throbbing pussy lips to soak the crotch-band of her thin nylon panties up between her full, caressing thighs. Visions of lust-fulfilling enchantment for hours to come flooded her brain with a lewd, all-consuming hunger. She opened her mouth wide, looking up at him so he could watch, knowing that her roundly ovalled lips gleamed wetly and sexily to his eyes. Then, she pressed her head forward and obscenely fastened them to the tip of his cock and let them slide slowly and moistly up over its smooth rubbery head, locking them behind its soft fleshy rim while she licked and
teased maddeningly with her tiny twirling tongue. Her cheeks drew greedily inwardly at it, while one hand moved down to weigh the heavy fullness of the young, cum-filled balls between his legs!
"Oh Christ ... cunny-babe! You're going to get a whole bucket of jism down your throat if you keep that up!" he lewdly hissed down at her face, clutching at her head with both of his hands and running his fingers through her short hair." Your daddy loves that cock-mouthing ... especially by girls who know how ...!"
Know how? Who knew better than she how to draw the warm male sperm out of the tip of a man's desire hardened cock with sucking lips and hot, caressing tongue? Experience! Nothing more ... except the lust-inflamed delight of doing it! And she had that delight! Sucking almost vampirishly as he stood there before her, slithering his huge, stiffened rod of delicious young cock flesh in growing, intoxicant heat further and further back toward her hungrily waiting throat!
She didn't know for certain whether she could take it there or not ... it was so thick ... but she wanted it! Yessss, shooting its first load of hot, sticky sperm almost straight down into her burning belly! She wanted that to let him know how much she loved and needed him ... as well as to taste and revel in his thick drenching cum ...! Oh God! The beautiful times they would have together! She knew he would lick and
suck her hot, insatiable cunt as no one ever had, and that was what she loved! His raging young cock inside her, yes ... sodomy in her rectum, whatever, but to tongue and love that vertical, hair-fringed mouth between her legs as it was supposed to be done! He would know how! He was a lover, and what a lover, she had thought as she gently pressured his sperm-bloated young balls and sucked his mouth-stuffing cock with
the gasping breaths of a girl swimming the channel! It slipped down into her eagerly swallowing throat, her mouth stretched wide with the hugeness of its long, thick hardness, the warmly pulsating head a raging ecstasy of near-choking enthrallment with every thrust!
And then, it came!
He clasped her head inside his big hands first, ramming that inhumanly, delectable cock down her wanting throat, and with her mouth stretched grotesquely, her maddening desire for him screaming through her with
insane passion, she had let him use her however he wanted!
His young, fire-filled hardness burst like a fire hydrant suddenly released! Flooding spasms of his scalding, thick cum which she could not swallow rapidly enough flooded her mouth in pungent, sticky joy! For a moment, she thought that from the very fact of his climax she could too, rubbing her naked thighs together to catch the tiny nub of her erect, quivering clitoris between her excitedly flushed, pussy- lips, but it hadn't happened. Instead, she sucked ... milked his young balls and swallowed the nectarous raciness of his hot and virile, sweet-tasting sperm, the slavish act lustfully stoking her own want out of all proportions!
And he had more than fulfilled her, but after she'd bathed him, stripping herself to get into the massive tub with him! There, after she'd soaped and indulged his whims numerous times, he'd taken to playing with her then wildly lust-hungering cunt, finally kissing and licking it with a knowing lover's knowledge before they finally ran into her bed ...!
God ... what had happened? For three days it'd been like some Greek-god orgy ... everything in bed, loving, eating, loving, drinking, loving ... and his fixes ... and that she would even contend with to keep him! Nothing else mattered but the two of them feeding each other's lust. Even her limited calendar of obligations she had neglected ... such as the setting for portrait sketches she'd made with the young artist whose smaller home was adjacent to her property. God, he'd been forgotten the moment she'd laid eyes on her Bo-Bo, his gangly frame and aquiline features which had taken her fancy, meaningless and lost in her new, pagan debauched world ...!
And now ... this! H-He was gone ... gone! And she'd been simply a moment in his life ...!
T-The bastard!
The voluptuous, nearly naked blonde beauty grasped her hat and frustrated threw it, the wide-brimmed affair skimming off onto the well-kept poolside, while the glass she held on her flat, tanned belly tipped into the water and began to find its way toward the bottom in a swaying, parachuting claim of buoyant gravity. Using her hands, she paddled toward the deck-side where her towel and little bell set side by side. She caught hold of the bell and gave it a vigorous ring, hoping that Manuel would answer rather than his devoted, buxom wife. It was times like these when she was filled with bitterness that tormenting someone offered her some sort of emotional vent.
Poor Manuel with his withered, game leg, how his dark, piercing eyes would light up with lecherous hunger at the sight of her exposed, naked breasts. At least, they always had, while she imagined the lustful thoughts tearing at his tormented brain. Why wouldn't they? He was only fifty, and she'd had men much older. It was cruel and she knew it, the way she would make the full, white mounds with their tiny, pink nipples ripple and sway with nonchalant, taunting movements, the sight of the uncontrollable stirring in the front of his trousers invariably bringing her wicked pleasure ... But she was to be denied that this time. It was Conchita who came hurrying toward her.
The lovable, jealous old bitch, Eve thought. She'd undoubtedly pictured the scene and decided ... probably snapped at her husband in Spanish, "You never mind, you old lecher! I will go. Your evil eyes have ogled
her shameful nakedness too much already!" And maybe that was so, because it was always the same with her after losing a lover ... this random vindictiveness.
"Yes, Miss Eve?" the buxom, black-haired woman questioned, her handsome, dark-eyed face emotionless.
"Bring me a gin-tonic, Conchita ... and tell Manuel I dropped a glass in the pool," Eve said, sitting up on the raft to let her long, shapely legs dangle in the water, her naked breasts swaying with the effort. "He can fish it out in the morning when he cleans it."
"Yes, ma'm."
"And ... tell me once more, Conchita, what did Mr. Garrett, our next door neighbor have to say yesterday when he came?"
"Well, he was quite put out, Miss Eve, that you hadn't called him," Conchita replied, her clear brown-eyes level with the wide, sultry green ones of her employer. "I-I told him you were ill, but at first thought you could still set for his sketches."
Eve smiled. "That was clever of you, Conchita. Was he angry when he left?"
"He didn't show it if he was. I believe he understood, Ma'm ... or at least, accepted my word for truth," her maid, cook, and priceless nurse of a half-dozen years replied, dropping her eyes. "But as you know, I don't like to tell lies."
Eve continued to smile. "Sometimes they're not only necessary, but pay dividends, Conchita," the near-naked, blonde girl advised. "For instance, there'll be a bonus included in your check this month. Now
... please get me my drink."
"Yes, Ma'm."
Eve absently watched her matronly stride as she moved away toward the house, her mind rapidly occupying itself with the young, Romanesque faced artist, whom, with his vivacious new wife of six months, she had
met at a cocktail party pre-Bo-Bo ... the day before, in fact. His rangy, awkward appearance belied his grace of movement, and there was a sensitivity in his hands as well as his eyes which more than just
appealed to her; it had sensuously excited her. At that very moment, she imaginatively sensed those gentle hands smoothing exploring, lovingly over her naked flesh ... and God knows, that was what she needed in the wake of the heartless, filthy animal she was actually well rid of ... damn him!
Besides, there had been something about that onyx-eyed, Dollie-pure wife of Kevin Garrett which had struck Eve as a challenge, and even more so now in her present state. Yes, she'd call the talented Mr.
Garrett this afternoon and offer her apologies. Perhaps, they could get together this evening for the first sketches, or tomorrow at the latest... He'd want daylight to work by, no doubt about that, she finally
reasoned ...
"Thank you, Conchita," Eve said, taking her drink from the offered tray, once more absently watching the other's silent, matronly departure. She wondered if Manuel still fucked her ... or if the pious, handsome-faced woman had ever sucked his cock. Probably not; she was too busy burning candles and hoarding indulgences, though sometimes it was the saintly ones who fooled you, she well knew, like the effervescent Laura Garrett with the curvaceous young body and disgustingly chaste air.
Eve smiled calculatingly to herself, her suggestive, sensuous eyes gleaming as she sipped at her drink and gazed at the green, wooded area separating their properties. It should be fun, as well as sexually stimulating to compete with a younger broad and new wife for temporary control of the talented young husband's cock. It'd been a long time since she'd vented her wrath that way ...
She saw it then, loping easily through the wood toward her, open-jawed and long, pink tongue visible, the ears of its great head standing erect. He paused on the edge of her lawn staring at her and Eve's
breathing caught in her throat. A wolf! My God ...! But no, that was ridiculous! There were no wolves in Big Sur country! He was a dog ... German shepherd undoubtedly, the real depths of his beauty hidden
beneath the mud and filth dried over hi coat of fur. She heard him whimper, and he own breaths leveled off once more as he began to hesitantly move toward her.
The short-haired, blonde girl in her next to nakedness could only stare at the uninvited caller invading her privacy, her brain subconsciously drawing a crazy parallel between the cruel human-animal who had just
walked out on her and the handsome, bedraggled beast moving winningly across the lawn with undecided steps in her direction.
My God, he was huge ... and those eyes, glowing as if they contained all the wisdom of the wild ... yet, so pathetic ...!
"Well ... hello, stranger! Where did you come from ...?"
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