Carnal Intrigue (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Carnal Intrigue

CHAPTER ONEThe telephone lay on the nightstand like a specimen on a dissecting table, its every component open to view. Here, next to the lamp, was the mouthpiece, a silver dollar poked full of pinholes, and there, by the ashtray, the innards of the dialing mechanism stared up at the ceiling, waiting calmly for the next stage in its disembowelment. It really is a beautifully designed piece of equipment, Janice thought absently; bundles of green and yellow wires wrapped neatly together, their ends splayed out like a sheaf of wheat on their way to the silvery connectors; each part taking up no more room than was absolutely necessary, and each series of wires separated from the next by clean, orderly spaces-all in all, the thing looked like a well-maintained electronic park. Yes, she thought, someone at the lab did a fine job when they put this gadget together; a fine job indeed. And so what?The phone's nudity and Janice's bitterness were interconnected: if David was going to end their romance, she had reasoned, then she was going to make damned sure that he didn't have a chance to change his mind. He'd done this so many times before in the course of their two-year affair, told her that their love was ruining his painting, that he had to be alone for awhile to think things through and try to recover his stroke, told her that he'd call as soon as he felt like he could handle both her and his art simultaneously. The first few times he'd done it, Janice had acquiesced in silence, knowing that he'd never be able to give any-thing of himself unless he felt that his art was not being disturbed or altered in any way by the attention he paid her, but after four or five repetitions of the same, theme, she had begun to suspect that he really didn't have much to give her in the first place, and maybe that he wasn't such a hot painter either. Besides, she was tired of being put in the position of always having to wait for him to call, always having to take a back seat to his decisions, his art, while her own will had to hang in suspension until his mind cleared. It just wasn't fair, she thought-after all, she had her art to attend to, and she always managed to keep her sculpture separate from her love life, or even better, to make the two complement one another, so why shouldn't she expect David to be able to do the same thing? He was supposed to be the teacher, the wise one, the accomplished artist, so why was it that a simple and potentially beautiful thing like love made him fall apart so completely?It hadn't always been that way, she remembered, certainly not in the beginning. She had come to the Art School straight out of high school in Durango, Colorado, new to the big city and new to the sophisticated notions of the students and professors around her. Yet she had known, despite her initial confusion and disorientation, that this was what she wanted, that her parents had been wrong in insisting that she go to the University of Colorado and take up something "sensible," like training herself to be an elementary school teacher, or even worse, a college educated house-wife. She had seen too many girls from her town, among them her older sister Cindy, fall for that "sensible" approach and end up leading lives that never called for any sort of consciousness or sensibility above the level of sleepwalking, and that more often than not were little better than warmed-over death, and she had known almost instinctively that she deserved something much, much better.Her first few weeks at the School had proved that to her. Immediately she had been caught up in the exuberant craziness that characterized the atmosphere of the place, and even when that craziness had turned destructive, as it often did, she found it far prefer-able to the polite, cotton candy sociability of the people in her home town. For at the school everyone was truly an individual; there were no character types, no sameness among either the students or the teachers. The only thing they all seemed to hold in common was a belief that there were realms of experience that lay beyond (or beside) the comata that passed for life among "normal" people, and that those realms of experience were accessible only through art. Of course, everyone had his independent notion concerning the shape of those elusive realms, and everyone thought that his way-whether it was drugs, meditation, or complete immersion in the world of debauchery and violence-was the only means by which those states could be reached, but this only served to open her eyes to the infinite possibilities contained within the boundaries of a single life, and to make her own ideas that much more important to her.And life at the School was nothing if it wasn't exciting. There was work, of course, and plenty of it-the professors demanded much more than talk and theorizing from their students-and this suited Janice fine; she wanted to work, and as hard as she could. But there was also play, colorful, riotous play: all night parties where sex in all its forms held center stage, long and heady discussions in mid-night bars and coffee shops, pranks and practical jokes played on the universe in general. Janice participated fully in all these forms of play, with one single exception: sex. She was perhaps the only girl at the School who still carried the old-fashioned notion that sex was only meaningful in the context of a full relation-ship, one which was based on mutual love and respect. Besides, she was still a virgin, and she meant to keep herself that way until the time was right. Her classmates had teased her at first, especially the girls, had called her "Auntie Janice" and "Snow Cone," but soon enough they learned to leave her alone, even to respect her for her independent attitudes and her refusal to be swayed by the behavior of everyone around her.Then she had met David Poland. He had an enormous reputation both as an artist and a teacher, but since Janice was not particularly interested in painting, she had never enrolled in any of his classes. She met him at one of the parties, noticed him standing aloof but smiling as her roommate Julie did a sixty-nine with the pottery professor on the living room table. Her first impression of him had been one of dignity combined with sensitivity: his long, thick hair, prematurely and startlingly white, had contrasted so markedly with the smoothness of his skin, the youthfulness of his eyes and his smile. And when he had turned to find her staring openly at him, he had beamed that smile at her, as if to say "all this is charming, isn't it, but how much more charming it would be in private."During the course of the party he had found an excuse to talk with her, and without exactly knowing how it happened, Janice found herself leaving the party with him a full hour before midnight. They had gone to a little bar a few blocks from the campus, had sat there drinking and talking until well past dawn, even though the chairs had been piled up on the tables around them hours before and the bartender had been yawning meaningfully in their direction. They talked about everything: about theories of art, about their backgrounds-Janice had been astonished to find that David came from Leadville, a town that lay at the top of the Rockies only a few miles from Durango-about the city, the School, their ambitions and secret fears. By the end of the evening, David had convinced her to take a class from him the following semester ("How can you be a good sculptor if you don't know how to see?" he had said), and had asked if he could see her again.That had been the beginning of a long and marvelous relationship, one that had developed with elaborate slowness and caution on both their parts. Without ever needing to talk about it, David had somehow guessed that she was different from the other students in her out-look on sex, and he had never as much as hinted that she change her ideas. But despite this chasteness, their relationship seemed to incorporate all possible relationships: teacher-student, brother-sister, father-daughter, lover-lover. Most of all, though, they were friends, warm, caring friends.For about six months both of them were content to keep it that way, each for his own reasons. On Janice's part, there was still enough uncertainty in her feelings for David that she would just as soon leave sex out of the picture until she was absolutely convinced that he was the man she wanted for a complete lover. David had another reason: he was married, and although his marriage was "not going well," as he put it, he still maintained that he loved his wife and didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize the chances of their making a go of it. This was fine with Janice, for although she felt more and more as though she were beginning to love David, she didn't want to cause him any scandal, or to be the source of further bad feelings between him and his wife. At times she thought her own behavior rather curious, more befitting an elementary school teacher from Durango than a student at the best art school in the country, but all in all she was quite satisfied.Then one day, after one of his lectures, David had intercepted her on the way out of the building, had caught her arm and bent over to whisper to her: "I've got to talk to you. Some-thing important." The urgency in his voice had surprised her-he was usually so self-contained-and she had agreed without hesitation to meet him later that afternoon at their favorite bar.She had arrived before him and taken a seat at their customary table in the corner. He had come in a few minutes later, stopped at the bar to order two drinks, and walked quickly over to where she was sitting. As he sat down to join her, she noticed that his expression was worried and frightened, that there were circles of sleeplessness under his eyes, and she began to grow alarmed."David," she said, reaching across the table to take his hand, "what's the matter?""Janice," he said, and she noticed with a shock that his voice was trembling, "I don't know what to do. I haven't eaten or slept in three days. It feels like everything's coming apart.""What's happened?" she said, although she was beginning to think that she already knew.It turned out that she was right. "My wife wants a divorce," he said, running his hand across his eyes. "She told me three days ago." Janice leaned back in her chair. "David," she said, "I'm sorry to hear that, I really am, I know how important your marriage is to you. But I'm not really surprised. I am surprised that it's affecting you this way, though. Didn't you expect it?"He looked at her, a momentary anger flashing across his face. "It's one thing to expect it," he said coldly, "and quite another to have it happen. Of course I expected it, but now that it's happening it's as if I hadn't expected it at all. We've been together for ten years, you know."Janice took his hand again. "I'm sorry," she said. "That was very cold of me. Forgive me, David, I really am sorry."He smiled, a harried, nervous, insincere little smile, and gave her hand an answering squeeze. "It's okay," he said. "In a way, I agree with you. I knew it was coming; I shouldn't let it upset me so much. But Jesus, I was so sure we could work it out; I had hoped so damned much... " He suddenly stopped speaking, his voice choked with tears.Janice quickly moved over to his side of the table, put her arms around him and buried her mouth in his neck. "Oh David," she murmured. "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"He didn't reply, only reached for her and encircled her waist with his arms, laid his face against her cheek. They stayed in that position for what seemed like a very long time, and then something started to happen. At the exact same moment, both of them felt a long-standing barrier begin to crumble as their bodies responded to his sorrow and to their sudden nearness. She felt a new sort of energy course through her body and escape through her fingertips; her hands came alive on his back, tracing small electric circles between his shoulder blades. Simultaneously, David's hands were moving up and down along her sides, the thumbs barely grazing the undersides of her firm breasts, making her moan inwardly. This was it, they both knew it, the culmination of six months of waiting, six months of keeping a respectful distance from one another while the needs of their bodies went unanswered. The time was now, there was no denying it.Without saying a word, they rose from the table, walked hand in hand out of the bar to David's waiting automobile. They made the short drive to her apartment in silence, their hands on each others' bodies doing all the talking that was necessary. She sat very close to him in the car, his hand resting on her knee and giving it an electrifying squeeze every few minutes. His fingers massaged the flesh of her thigh as his hand moved slowly beneath the hem of her skirt and worked its way further up until he could feel the tight elastic of her silk panties under his touch. Her breath was becoming rapid and she could see the tension build on his face as he quickly withdrew his hand and finally broke the silence, choking out the words: "We'd better wait until we get to your place or we'll never make it!" He said it laughingly, but it was quite true, since they were both already close to the brink of their passion.It seemed to take hours to drive the short five blocks to her apartment, and by the time they got there, David was sure that he would be about to explode, and the ache in her body was making it difficult for her to sit still in the car until they finally pulled into the carport at the back of the building.She had not ever made love to a man before; she had always stopped her boyfriends at home just short of that final, all-encompassing act. She had heard her girlfriends say that the first time you made love it hurt, but she was certain that it couldn't be any worse than the slow burning ache in her loins that was demanding its first complete satisfaction.Once inside the apartment she didn't even bother to turn on the light. She walked straight for the bedroom. Without speaking, they looked at each other, feeling the tension build between them, stretching to the breaking point like a rubber band. They fell together on top of the bed, their hands searching each others' bodies as though they had been starved and were now about to devour each other. She could feel his hands move roughly, demandingly under her skirt and forcing it up over her hips, revealing the thin white nylon of her panties. She could feel the hard throbbing bulge of his cock as it strained against the confines of his trousers, and his other hand was pushing her fingers toward his zipper so that she might release his hard, pulsing organ. She moaned softly as she felt his hand work fully under the tight restrictive elastic of her panties and touch the moist, throbbing lips of her vagina as he teased her to an even greater height. Her fingers moved rather clumsily at first trying to undo the top button of his trousers, but he was quick to help her, and soon she could feel the zipper unfasten and the soft cotton of his shorts underneath.Her fingers quickly reached inside the constricting material of his shorts and grasped firmly around the thick, jerking cock, and she gasped, thinking: "My God, how huge!"His lips quickly stopped her gasps and moans, and he nibbled gently at her ear and neck as she threw her head back against the pillow in complete abandon. His fingers slid under the elastic leg band of her panties and manipulated the lips of her vagina and rubbed harshly against the hardened bud of her clitoris, until she felt that she would be able to stand it no longer. Her hands worked furiously on his stiffened manhood, forcing the foreskin back on the shaft and then pulling it forward again, stimulating the glans until it was a bright, purplish red and was jerking involuntarily in her hands.His fingers were now slowly forcing their way into the tight, moist channel of her open vagina, and she could feel her warm, wet flesh contracting around his fingers as the pressure increased. It hurt her slightly, but she was too caught up in her passion and lust to cry out or to tell him to stop or to be more careful. She writhed beneath his impalement of her vagina, forcing his hand deeper and deeper between her legs, until suddenly his fingernail accidentally scratched the tight unused walls of her passage. She cried out in pain, and he withdrew his hand, startled."My God, you're a virgin, aren't you?" he had whispered with a pleasant surprised tone to his voice."Yes, yes... but please don't stop. I want you so badly, please don't stop now."He got up from the bed and slowly removed his clothing until he stood over her like a Greek god. His physique was admirable, solid and muscular; and his massive, swollen cock stood out and jerked up against his stomach. She could not take her eyes off his gigantic organ, and she thought how wonderful it was going to be to feel it inside her, filling her every inch of the way; and how warm and secure it would feel when he erupted inside her to fill her with the heat of his life-giving sperm.He looked down at her tenderly and gently raised her up from the bed, helping her to remove her blouse and skirt. He looked at the white fullness of her breasts as they stood up above the cloth of her brassiere, and he sucked in his breath. He had not realized that she was so well-endowed before, and this excited him even more. The trim youthfulness of her figure could match even Venus or Aphrodite. Slowly he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled at the elastic of her sheer nylon panties until they dropped carelessly on the floor. He bent over to kiss the soft white flesh of her stomach as his hands worked behind her to release her brassiere, and then dropped that too on the floor next to the bed. Then his lips began hungrily searching and caressing every inch of her body, nibbling gently at first at the erect pink buds of her nipples and then biting them more demandingly. She could feel his mouth sucking and biting the tender, aching nipples, and a slight pain shuddered through her body, and she writhed violently beneath him. Her hands ran over the small of his back and under his heavy muscular thighs until they found the soft roundness of his testicles and teased them tantalizingly. Then she finally ran her fingers down the long, thick shaft of his rock-hard cock. She maneuvered it back and forth, sideways, rubbing it against the inner part of her own tensing thighs as he continued his mouthing of her now-quivering belly. He moved his head further down on her body as his fingers found the tiny wet opening of her vagina and slowly separated the soft, wet lips, the tips probing thrillingly at the erectness of her clitoris. She tried to force her legs together, but his movements were too fast, and swiftly pressing her legs wider apart, his mouth found the smooth fleshy slit and he began to suck gently on her vaginal lips while his tongue teased her now-throbbing clitoris into a frenzy. She could no longer control her body as she squirmed helplessly beneath his relentlessly sucking mouth, and a sharp new sensation ripped through her body like blinding lightning. She gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue continued to drive her to new ecstatic heights and demands."Ooooooooooo God... aaaaaaaagggghhhh," she moaned. "I can't stand what you're doing to me... oooooohhhh... " But there was nothing she could do but submit recklessly to this furious, passion-crazed moment and take it for all it was worth.She thought it would never stop, and she was dying to have him inside her, filling her, satisfying this animal need that had sprung up so suddenly, without the slightest warning. She moved her hand and fingers more rapidly now up and down his hardened, lust-filled cock, until he moved once again, further up on her body. His hands went behind her knees, forcing her thighs completely apart so that she lay there spread-eagled and vulnerable, ready for impalement."God, you're a hot little thing. I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop!" His voice was trembling and thick as he whispered in her ear, his passion now running away with him."Oh yes... take me. I love you... I want you... NOW... NOW!" She had had one last moment of indecision but the fires raging now deep in her belly quenched all thought of turning back.Without further warning he pulled her under him, and she could feel the hard knob of his penis as it pushed the wet, throbbing lips of her vagina aside, and he guided his thick man-hood quickly into her. She groaned as she felt the first blunt entry, and she felt as though she were being split in half, but her passion was too high for her to cry out in protest. She was moaning and gasping, but it was from the coming pleasure as well as from the pain that he was causing her. Slowly he worked his way into her until his rigid shaft of flesh came to the tight elastic covering of her maidenhead. She could feel him pushing against it, gently at first, trying to stretch the tiny opening that nature had allowed, but suddenly his patience ended and with a low animal grunt he plunged into her with one forceful lunge, tearing the thin, tight membrane of her virginity into a thousand threads."Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh, stop... God, please stop, you're going to kill me!" she cried out suddenly, but it was too late to go back now. She kicked her legs wildly into the air, trying to release some of the pressure that was building up inside the warm splitting channel between her legs, but it did no good. He was imbedded deep down inside her screaming belly and there was no way on earth to dislodge him now.He lay still for a second, allowing her to regain her composure, and then whispered softly, "Now, you are going to enjoy it, just try to relax and move with me!" He was trying to be tender with her, but his passion was at such a peak that he doubted he would be able to wait much longer before he would explode like a wild, bursting rocket inside the tight confines of her virginal, hot throbbing pussy.