Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

Like a blind man reading Braille, he reached up and touched her, his fingers running like gentle spiders over her body, as though he had to find and know every hair, every pore, savor every curve and hollow, every drop of perspiration, memorize her body, so he could store it in the shrine of his mind. So light were his fingers she could scarcely feel them, like cobwebs blown across her skin, but at the same time they were warm and caring, their touch like a shock of electricity which coursed through her limbs and made her feel completely alive. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, trembling uncontrollably. Through the entrance of her passion she heard the muted sound of traffic, and like the opening shutter of a camera, the memory of her first night in Chicago flickered through her mind.

Then just as she thought she could no longer stand his teasing fingers, she felt his warm lips on her stomach and then lower down at the juncture of her thighs. She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed it against her, murmuring: "Yes, yes, oh, yes. Kiss me there."

His lips found the ridges of pink flesh embedded in the encircling hedge of silky, blond curls and his tongue the soft cleft between, which he licked and sucked deeply, tasting the salty-sweet liquor of her seeping passion. Clasping his head, which was glued to her loins like a leech, her head fell forward, her yellow hair curtaining her quivering breasts and, moaning softly, she rocked and swayed as the agony of pleasure burned brighter within her until the final ecstasy made her whole body leap and shiver in a paroxysm of bliss, and she doubled over and fell on top of him, her still contracting pelvis rolling on his shoulder.

He put his arms around her buttocks, balanced her on his shoulder, got up and carried her over to the bed where he laid her gently down. Then he undressed quickly, snapped out the light and lay down beside her. Through the half-open slats of the venetian blinds a neon outside sent bars of pulsating, changing light across the bed, a flickering kaleidoscope of color; between dark bands of shadow, strips of red lashed across their bodies like whip-marks, strips which changed slowly into a mysterious green, then into a rich purple, then a glowing yellow, followed by a cool, ice-blue. As the sign went off and on, bathing them in alternating darkness and slabs of rainbow color, it was as though they were in a strange underworld, their bodies alien and not belonging to them; in the moments of darkness as though they had ceased to exist; in the flashes of light as though they were more intensely alive than ever before. Their eyes and teeth glistened like devils', dark and shining, and their torsos were like turning candy-poles: red, green, yellow, purple.

Although his penis was hard and throbbed in readiness, he continued to explore her body, ever different in the changing light – as if he had not one passionate woman under his hands and lips but five, each a tantalizingly different color.

Now her full, flaccid breasts rose up in the criss-cross of purple light like dark, sullen hills, their nipples black like tiny cinders, hard and resilient like rubber; the once blond, soft cleft of the pubic hair covering the wetness of her loins looked teasingly like a minuscule field of clover, mysterious and bewitched by the thin, moist trench of her vagina dividing it equally into two tiny thrilling triangles of soft down. Now the light flashed to a livid red and as she rolled over, turning under his inquisitive, fondling hands, her smooth rounded buttocks rose like two full blood-red moons, the crevice between a dark path of sin leading down the center of her sensual being. He worshipped the beauty of her young, naked body for a few moments longer and then could stand the torturous wait no longer.

He dropped his hands to the mattress and slid them under her stomach and pulled up until she was crouching on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, his long rigid cock nosing its way up between the upraised columns of her thighs which quivered in the light like two large reflections of shimmering blue fire. As he rocked slowly back and forth behind her kneeling body, teasing the white, softness of the flesh between her legs with the wet strength of his erection, he could feel her trembling under his hands. He clasped her buttocks, two blue satin hills and pressed them apart gently so as not to break the magic of the spell they were under. He pressed slowly forward and felt her hand beneath her body reach back and secretly enfold his hardness and guide it softly between the warm, tender lips of her cunt. The soft, sparse hair surrounding it grazing maddeningly against the sensitive bulbous head. Resting on her arms, she groaned softly, lowered her back and arched her hips in the air to expose the flowering entrance to his searching cock. Inch by inch he eased into the moist, secret tunnel, feeling the rings of muscles giving way to his slow but relentless pressure. The soft and contracting muscles relaxed momentarily as he pressed by them and then without warning would clamp violently back around him like tight slippery rubber bands. She groaned as he suddenly touched bottom and he was fully imprisoned within her.

They held still for a moment, savoring the moist, delicious contact of their bodies and then with the rhythm of the changing neon light streaming through the window, his hands guided her rotating hips and he slowly drew out, the movement making a wet, sucking noise of intercourse that incited their passions to greater heights. She thrust her buttocks back and sucked him into her again, and now they stayed coupled together so that her body leaped and churned around the hardness of his cock as though she were a fish on the end of a spear.

"Now, darling, now," she cried and with a sudden gigantic lunge exploded in her orgasm, tears of joy rolling from her cheeks. Paul groaned behind her and sinking his suddenly jerking cock deep up in her belly poured forth his hot thick sperm in gush after gush of flowing passion.

Exhausted, they fell on their sides, still fused tightly together. They rested quietly for a few minutes and then he turned her on his rejuvenated penis until they were facing each other, their legs closely entwined. Their lips met in a timeless kiss and their hips and buttocks moved like lazy pendulums as their desire once more climbed to the crest and exploded. Afterwards, the throbbing muscles of her vagina squeezed him tightly, draining the last of his sperm from his satiated loins and then they fell into a long dreamless sleep.

After Paul had slept with Cynthia several times his desire for her did not lessen, as she had hoped, but only seemed to grow stronger. When he visited Chicago during the next six months, he even talked about getting married, although in a very roundabout way, hedging his thoughts with "perhaps", "when we are older", and "when you want to settle down". But she had no intention of marrying just yet. It was perhaps true that she liked him well enough for her fondness to blossom into love under the right circumstances, but she was too engrossed in Frankie and her life which centered around him to really give much thought to anyone else. When she saw him, they had a good time together; but when they were apart, she forgot all about him. For with Frankie new and exciting experiences were always occurring.

She had become increasingly dependent upon Frankie. At first she had thought she would work for him only until her debt had been repaid, but then the ease of her life and the large sums of money which she earned (even though they passed through her hands into Frankie's pocket), soon made her forget all about looking for an ordinary job. And Frankie took good care of her – new clothes, their luxurious apartment which she redecorated, a plentiful supply of good food and drink – in return for which all she had to do was what she liked best: make love. That she got paid for it only made it better, for she was not only satisfying her physical desires, but also pleasing Frankie with the money she brought back. For by now she had become known in money-laden circles and could pick and choose her lovers.