You Wouldn't Be Dead for Quids (11 page)

He hooked the crooks of his elbows behind Sophia's knees and lifting her legs up over her head, drove himself deeper inside her. Sophia let out one long high pitched scream as Les arched his back and with a moan of lust and a shudder that shook every muscle of his huge frame poured himself into her, nearly driving her through the end of the bed.

After a minute or two he removed himself and slumped down on the bed alongside her, his chest rising and falling and his heart thumping like it was going to burst through his rib cage. He reached under the bed, got one of the towels, gave himself a wipe and put it between Sophia's legs.

‘Are you all right?' he panted, looking over at her. Sophia just nodded her head slowly, saliva was trickling down the sides of her mouth and her eyes were still spinning round like the end reels on a 10
poker machine. Well, that's fixed her up, the snooty bitch, thought Les; he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes a smug, half grin on his face. He'd just got his breath back when Sophia came to life.

‘Righto Les, you gorgeous big hunk of man,' she hissed, slipping her tongue wickedly into his mouth. ‘Let's do it again.'

She gently took hold of Norton's cock and started stroking it. Norton's old boy wasn't real keen on the idea at first but after a few minutes of kissing, cuddling and squeezing Sophia's big tits it rose to the occasion and before the big red-headed bouncer knew what was going on he was well and truly on the nest again.

This time they went non stop for about half an hour with Sophia screaming and moaning through each second of it. Every time Les would plunge down Sophia would thrust herself up at him; she wanted everything Les had to give and then some. About every five minutes she'd gasp and shudder, wrap her long legs around Norton, scratch his back, bite into his neck and have an orgasm. Les couldn't believe it. He was expecting just a bit of quiet love-making with her the first time around. Instead Sophia was going off like a box of rusty detonators.

Finally, with a great moan and a groan Les climaxed and slumped down next to her on the bed. Sophia waited a moment or two then reached across him and got the towel off the floor.

‘Mmhh Les,' she crooned as she wiped the sweat off his face and chest. ‘You're my idea of a man.'

‘Thanks,' muttered Norton closing his eyes.

‘But don't you go to sleep on me now.'

‘Aw come on, let me have a rest for a minute, willya?'

‘Nooo, no way.' She reached down and started stroking Norton's cock again but it was just flopping around like a broken arm.

‘See I told you, it's gone.'

Sophia gave a chuckle that sent a shiver up Les's spine. ‘I'll soon fix that,' she said.

She slid down the bed and started running her tongue around his cock and across his balls, finally putting as much as she could in her mouth. Stay down you bastard, thought Les, but no, Les's dick had a mind of it's own and soon rose to the occasion once more. Before he knew it, Sophia had slipped underneath him and they were into it again. Christ, thought Les looking at his watch, three o'clock in the morning and I'm being raped.

Number three went for about 45 minutes with Sophia still giving it everything she had. She was blowing like a southerly and snarling like a Bengal tiger; to Les it was just getting to be plain hard work. He finally emptied out, rolled off her and crashed face down on to the pillows in a lather of sweat, a completely shot bird. After a couple of minutes Sophia got a towel and started wiping the sweat off his back.

‘Mmmhh, how are you feeling, lover?' she crooned in his ear, giving it a little nibble.

‘I'm buggered.'

‘You're not tired are you?'

‘Sophia it's nearly 4 am.'

She gave him a push. ‘Come on don't go to sleep.'

‘I don't want to sleep,' muttered Norton. ‘I want to die.'

‘Ohh.'

‘G'night Sophia.'

‘Oh, all right then.' She pulled the sheets up and turned her back on him. ‘Good night.'

Bloody hell thought Les. In five seconds he was dead to the world.

Dreams of his home town in Queensland were swirling round in his mind. Fishing on the riverbank. The tall gum trees. The
trees were full of kookaburras. They were all laughing at him. Two of his sisters came out from behind the trees. They pinned him down. He tried but he couldn't move. One had a thermos full of hot coffee, it was Jamaican coffee. She started pouring it all over his loins. He couldn't move. Fear. Panic. He could feel the hot coffee on his loins.

He woke up and noticed daylight was just starting to filter through the curtains. His eyes were puffy and he had a slight headache but something else felt strange. He raised his head slightly off the pillow.

Sophia was crouched over him half way down the bed with her mouth around his dick — her long, dark hair was now billowing loosely around her shoulders as her head moved from side to side. He could hear her moaning gently. Ohh no, thought Les looking at his watch, it was five to six. Not a chance, not now. But it was too late — Norton's old boy rose to the occasion once more. It no sooner had than Sophia straddled him and sat on it with a great shuddering moan. Christ thought Les, does this sheila ever stop?

She started slowly at first but it wasn't long before her backside was going up and down like a fiddler's elbow, almost driving Norton through the Sealy Posturepedic mattress. Les's stomach was churning and his head was banging like a dinner-gong but after about 30 minutes he gave a great groan of relief and emptied out. Sophia let out a high pitched scream of ecstasy and tried to keep going but Norton's dick was just slapping around inside her like a loose piston so she climbed off.

Les lay on his back exhausted; Sophia crawled up on his chest and started kissing and nuzzling him.

‘And how's my gorgeous little bouncer this morning?' she asked. Her emerald green eyes were swimming as she looked into Les's face.

‘Knackered.'

‘I feel absolutely marvellous.'

‘I'm sure you do,' replied Norton groggily. ‘Listen, don't you think it's about time you went home.'

Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly. ‘Are you trying to get rid of me?' she said.

‘Ohh shit no. It's just that Diane and Colin might be a bit worried. That's all.'

‘All right. Come on, darling, let's have a shower.'

Hello, thought Les, as Sophia dragged his weary body off the bed and into the shower, now she's calling me darling. What next?

They frolicked around in the shower for about ten minutes; Les didn't feel that much better when they got out but Sophia was almost radiating; her cheeks were glowing and her eyes were sparkling like French champagne. They went into the bedroom and Sophia started towelling them off. Halfway through she got that look in her eye again, dropped the towels on the floor and started to ease Norton back on to the bed.

‘Come on darling,' she said sweetly, ‘one for the road.'

One for the road finished a little before nine o'clock. Sophia finally put her clothes back on and with the last ounce of strength left in his body Les dragged himself up off the bed and walked her to the door; he looked like the portrait of Dorian Gray, Sophia was grinning like a rat with a gold tooth.

‘Bye bye darling,' she said as Les walked her out to her car. ‘I'll see you at lunchtime.'

Les squinted his eyes painfully at the bright sunlight. ‘Lunchtime?'

‘Of course. You don't think I'm going to leave you in this big house all by yourself all day do you?'

‘No, that's — real nice of you. Well, I might be asleep inside so I'll leave the key in the door.'

‘Yes get some sleep, darling,' she gave him a wink. ‘You're going to need it.'

She threw her arms round his neck and kissed him, her tongue darting quickly into his mouth. ‘Till lunchtime,' she said, then drove off bipping the horn happily.

Les gave her a wave then went back inside, leaving the key in the door as he closed it. He went straight back to the bedroom, pausing to check himself out in the mirror before he lay down. Apart from his eyes being all puffed up like a cane toad his face looked all right, but his neck was covered in bites and his back looked like he'd been given 50 lashes with a cat-o'-nine-tails.

Norton reflected on his two weeks of peace and quiet in Terrigal. He hadn't even been there three days and already he'd been in two fights and beaten up seven blokes. A red hot poof had tried to get on to him in a bottle shop and now some girl who he'd met over what was supposed to be a quiet dinner had turned out
to be a mad raving case and was trying to root him into an early grave; and she was coming back in three hours.

‘Christ,' he said as he fell on the sheets and crashed out.

‘Les, Les, come on, wake up. I've brought you something to eat.' Norton raised his head groggily to see Sophia sitting on the edge of the bed. He blinked his eyes and shook his head.

‘I thought — you were goin' home,' he mumbled still half asleep.

‘I have been, it's after one o'clock. Come on, get up. I've brought you some lunch.'

He rose wearily from the bed and followed her out into the kitchen. On the table was a roast stuffed chicken, some coleslaw, a tub of home-made potato salad and a thermos full of hot beef broth.

‘What, are you trying to fatten me up for the kill?' he said.

Sophia just smiled and started serving out the food. As she walked around the table Norton noticed what she was wearing; she couldn't have looked much sexier if she'd tried. She had on a red see-through tank top that finished about two inches above her navel, making her tits seem even bigger than they were and a pair of pink, crutch-hugging shorts, that looked as if she'd put them on with a spray gun. Norton had a fair idea what was in store for him so he tore into the food like a ravenous polar bear; he realised he was starving hungry anyway.

After he'd finished eating, Sophia put the dishes away and with a lascivious smile on her face led him into the lounge room.

‘Enjoy the meal darling?' she asked, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips.

‘Yeah, it was beautiful,' replied Les.

‘Good.' She stepped back, took off her top, slipped out of her shorts and stood there wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black lace knickers. ‘Now how about some dessert.'

She screwed Les in the lounge, she screwed him in the kitchen. She screwed him in every bedroom in the house and in the master bedroom she did her best to rewrite the Karma Sutra. She screwed him up and down the pool and in the kabana, she even made him give her one in the laundry. She gave Norton absolutely no mercy. Whenever he looked like flagging she'd mouth his dick till it came up and scream all sorts of obscenities at him then beat him till he got going again. She made him tie
her up and beat her up. Norton couldn't stop her no matter what he did. She took everything Les had to offer and wanted more; she was like a battalion of Chinese soldiers, she just kept coming on and coming on.

By about seven in the evening Norton didn't know what had hit him. He lay on the bed completely drained, one arm hanging over the side, sweat was trickling down it and dripping off his hand on to the floor; Sophia was lying next to him on one elbow wiping his back with a towel.

‘Isn't it wonderful darling?' she crooned.

‘Whassat?' mumbled Les sleepily.

‘You and I, and the way we've met.'

‘Yeah, t'riffic.'

‘And to think, I've got you for another two weeks.'

Christ, thought Les, another two weeks of you and I'll be able to walk through a harp.

‘You know, I've been thinking, Les,' Sophia went on. ‘It's silly you being in this big house on your own. I might bring some things over and stay with you while you're up here.'

Norton opened one eye. ‘You what?' he said.

‘I'll move in with you. Keep you company, then you'll have me for almost two weeks.' She ran her tongue down Les's spine and back up again. ‘Mmmhh, wouldn't that be lovely,' she purred.

A slight shudder went through Norton's body; he could feel the brustle of Sophia's ted pushed up against his thigh. Christ, he thought to himself, another two weeks of that and I'll look like a Chinese lantern.

‘What about Colin and Diane?' he said, raising himself slightly up on one elbow. ‘What about work?'

‘Colin and Diane are on their honeymoon. They'd be glad to have me out of the place so they can run around and play chasings. And as for work. When my husband died he left me almost two million dollars so I don't actually spend my week checking the boards at the CES. Anyway that's it,' she said getting up off the bed. ‘It's no good arguing, I'll move in tomorrow. I'm going for a drink of water. Do you want one?'

Norton nodded his face into the pillow. ‘Yeah,' he grunted.

Jesus, thought Les while Sophia was in the kitchen. What bloody next? He was almost at the point of exhaustion, his back was a welter of scratches and bruises and his loins felt as if
someone had run a blow-torch over them. If she moves in I'll have to move out. But deep down Les fancied himself as a fair sort of a tooler and there was a bit of pride involved. The idea of having some sheila get over the top of him in bed was complete anathema to Norton; he'd rather let some bloke beat him in a fight. Shit, he thought, as a few drops of cold sweat started to form on his brow, how am I going to get myself out of this? I can't admit defeat. Norton was starting to get a bit worried.