‘Um…’ began Samantha. ‘Joelyn’s having a difficult time right now. She needs all the support she can get from everyone. If you can, please pay her a visit. I know she’ll appreciate it.’
He nodded. ‘You’re right. I didn’t realize that she…’ He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. ‘I will call her. Do you know where I can reach her?’
‘You can’t. No phones or interactive gadgets are allowed at the rehab center. In case of an emergency, you can phone the center and they’ll let you speak to her. But I think it’s better to pay her a visit. I’m leaving for the States with her mother, brother and two of her sisters on Sunday. You can come with us if you want.’
‘Can’t. Got a crucial meeting on Monday. But I promise I’ll make time for it when I can.’
Their conversation dried up. Samantha gazed at her hands. Hudson, feeling awkward, got up. ‘I have to go. I got a—.’
She leapt to her feet. ‘Of course. I’ll see you to the door.’
Samantha led the way to the front door and swung it open. They stood looking at each other. Then he raised his hand to her left shoulder and gave her a smile of assurance. She smiled back timidly. He took a step outside, hesitated, then turned back. Slowly, he pushed the door shut. He stared inquisitively at her eyes. She stared back curiously at him. He leaned forward and down towards her mouth. Their lips locked and they kissed with a fiery and hungry passion. He inserted his hands inside her blouse and grabbed her breasts. She moaned and sucked hard on his tongue.
He quickly zipped open her shorts and pushed them forcefully down her legs. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and caressed them as he kissed her lips. He turned her around and pushed her shoulders down. She bent over and stuck her buttocks back at him. He pulled the maroon cloth of her G-string, embedded deep in between her buttocks, and pushed it over the left buttock. He quickly zipped open his fly and his penis sprang out lividly. Its head glistened with moisture. He grabbed it in his right hand and pushed it between her tightly-clamped thighs. He sliced between her thighs into the soft, warm flesh of her vagina and heard her whimper like a hungry dog. He took her from behind, the two of them standing, but the position was uncomfortable because he was taller than her.
He pulled himself out of her vagina and carried her in his arms back to the living room, where she bent down and placed her on the thick arm of a leather sofa and pushed her buttocks back and up at him. He impatiently tore the G-string off her body and elicited a cry of laughter from her. He spread open her buttocks with his hands, exposing her hairy vagina. He inserted his penis into it and was overcome by heaven. He spat generously at her exposed anus and inserted his left thumb into it and buried its whole length inside her. He stroked his penis against her vagina and they both felt paradise come over them. It was so fulfilling and wonderful that many moments after it had ended and they held each other in an affectionate embrace as they relaxed on the couch they both fell silent and each one of them privately wondered the same thing: How could it be so wonderful when it was so wrong?
‘This is wrong…I’m sorry,’ apologized Hudson, coming to his senses after the wave of lust had passed. ‘I couldn’t control myself. I—.’
She covered his mouth with hers and silenced him. They kissed gently, unhurriedly, longingly…
She climbed onto him and took his penis inside the warmth of her vagina. He sucked hard on her firm breasts as she jumped up and down his shaft…
The door opened silently and a limping gentleman walked down the passage into the room. He walked with the unsuspecting nonchalance of one who is used to coming and going in this house, and as a matter of fact he was. He was the South African rugby team’s longstanding captain, currently taking a break from rugby to recuperate from a torn ligament in the Achilles heel of the left foot. He was also known as Samantha Ashford’s boyfriend of two-and-a-half years. And he was stunned to find her engaged in sexual theatrics with another man on a couch inside the living room of her Morningside townhouse.
Apparently, the pair had not heard him approaching, and were still unaware of her presence in the room, until a confusing mixture of emotions made him erupt in rage, ‘What the fuck!’
Hudson saw the rugby captain first, and his first thought was that TV did justice to the man; he looked like the same mean, vicious bastard he was when running with the ball on a sports field. Samantha, because her back was to the rugby captain, did not see him immediately. She had to turn her body and swivel her head to look back. She caught sight of the horror written on her lover’s face before it transformed into murderous rage.
Samantha froze.
Her lover sighed wearily. He was unable to talk. His tongue was heavy inside his mouth. Only his miraculous self-restraint prevented him from committing a double murder.
Chapter 2
SOUTH AFRICA/AUSTRALIA
Jansen began the year by playing in a two-match exhibition series against the current top-ranked female tennis player. The exhibition series was for charity purposes, and it launched Jansen’s newly-created charity organization, named the Jansen Vermuelen Foundation. The foundation’s purpose was to provide support for children orphaned by the scourge of AIDS in Kenya, Malawi, Uganda, Zambia, Zimbabwe and Jansen’s native South Africa.
The event attracted a sold-out crowd of 10,000 spectators to witness the young tennis phenomenon play against the veteran Number One. It was televised live on ESPN, and was part of a variety of events to raise money for the newly-launched foundation. There was an auction held at the end of the second match between the two tennis stars, which was attended by famous South African cricketers, swimmers, rugby players, gymnasts, boxers and golfers, who all donated prized possessions to be auctioned off. Also attending was the current World Heavyweight Boxing champion, as well as a 7-time Olympic gold medallist.
It was during the auction that Jansen met a charming man named Chris Healey, who was not known for anything he had done in his life, but a researcher keen enough to devote some time to finding out about his vital statistics would discover that Christopher Robert Healey was a shady character who had originally been born in Australia but had led a nomadic life in a number of countries since his teenage years, and that he had survived to his current age of thirty-one by living off wealthy women. In all fairness, Healey was a positively ambitious man; it’s just that he lacked the inspiration to make his own money. He found it better to spend other people’s hard-earned money, and because he loved the high life, he was almost always in financial troubles of all sorts.
Healey had come to the celebrity auction event with no money to spend in support of an honorable cause such as this one, but he had come with the full intention of grabbing the attention of Jansen and making a lasting impression on her. Like every crook in the book, Healey had taken the liberty of acquiring pertinent knowledge about his quarry before laying out his plans. He was very much aware that Jansen currently had no identifiable romantic liaisons. At the auction, he charmed her enough to win a date with her for the following evening.
He picked her up for the date in a Mercedes Benz SL600, a two-seat convertible he was forced to drive as a coupé that evening because it rained cats and dogs and led to Miss Vermuelen declining to go out. Instead, they shared wine at her Sandhurst home. The ever-so-charming Mr. Healey had in his early twenties taken the trouble of learning to cook, and he was quite adept in the kitchen. He offered to cook for Miss Vermuelen, and she was intrigued. He produced a meal of such succulent excellence she would never forget him. Later, they climbed the stairs to her bedroom and she discovered the second thing she would never forget about the inimitable Christopher Healey. The man had the biggest penis she had ever seen. She was not to know that Healey had had cosmetic surgery performed on him by a London surgeon to augment the size of his penis. The result was an organ of such astounding size and capabilities many women had been captivated by it and become the victims of a conniving crook. The penis had a reputation all on its own. Plenty of women who h
ad experienced the limitless delights it could provide had ejected Healey from their lives after realizing that he was clueless about making money but quite adept at spending it, only to call him back to their lives after missing his penis – not him.
The eminently skilled organ got inside the body of Jansen Vermuelen now and gave her such phenomenal pleasure she was enslaved by it. One thing led to another and Chris Healey became a regular presence beside the US Open star wherever she went. Jansen stayed in Johannesburg, South Africa, and trained at her inherited mansion for the Australian Open. Coach Speckman reasoned that climatic conditions in Australia being almost similar to those in South Africa, it was a suitable place for her to train. Chris Healey became a regular presence at Jansen’s training sessions, something that Coach Speckman did not take kindly to. Speckman would have tolerated Healey by ignoring him, but Healey was such a vocal character he actually interfered with the training sessions by giving his own opinions. Several times he clashed with an angry Speckman, who was eventually compelled to tell Jansen to put a leash on her boyfriend.
They went to the Australian Open and Chris Healey travelled along with them. Buoyed by her recent US Open victory, Jansen was brimming with confidence. She played her first matches with a positive attitude, and cruised past weaker opponents to the semi-finals of the Australian Open. On the eve of her semi-final match, Jansen and Chris Healey made love inside her hotel room. Afterwards, she curled herself and tried to fall asleep. Chris turned her onto her back and came on top of her. He kissed her lips and smiled affectionately at her eyes. ‘Something’s bothering you.’ It was a statement.
‘I’m worried about tomorrow,’ she confessed. ‘I can’t crash out, after coming this far.’
‘You won’t lose,’ he assured her. ‘You’re good. Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’re a champion, and you’re gonna win tomorrow. I promise you.’
He lowered his head to her naked breasts and took her nipples inside his mouth. They were round and small. He was a big-tits man, but that didn’t worry him much. There were millions of dollars to be made from Jansen without having to worry about her breasts. He slid down her body and covered her vagina with his mouth. He stroked and caressed it until he felt the sour taste of her juices in his mouth. Then he released her and stretched himself on his back beside her. His penis was a dark, sinister-looking, long and thick rod at his crotch. She stared curiously at it, enthralled by its sheer size and ugliness.
‘Take it, baby,’ he urged.
She shifted her position and sat astride his powerful, hairy thighs. His penis was enraged; a sinewy, massive tube of muscle with prominent veins running in jagged lines along its length. She grabbed it in her hand and felt it throbbing viciously. She moved her pelvis and hovered above it. Then slowly and gently she inserted it inside her vagina and shut her eyes firmly as the voracious snake slithered into her and jammed her hole shut. It was lashing about wildly. She swallowed it whole and calmed it with her warmth. She began to pump her pelvis back and forth, up and down, stroking his shaft and rubbing her clitoris against it. She gasped out aloud as a searing orgasm broke out of her and shook her body. He placed his hands on her buttocks and parted them. He dipped a finger into her anus and banged his big erection into her. She dropped onto his hairy chest and moaned as wave after wave of delicious pleasure knocked the senses out of her…
‘Oh God!’ she exploded. ‘Fucking Jesus Christ!’
He slapped her buttocks hard. ‘That’s blasphemy, baby!’
Jansen laughed out aloud. She sat back upright upon him and placed her hands on his hairy chest. She arched her back and created her final orgasm. ‘Oh,’ she shrieked in delight. Then she became still, slight tremors intermittently wracking her body. She gazed at him with half-closed eyes and pronounced her deepest feelings for him at the moment. ‘God! I love you!’
‘God or me?’ he asked with a mischievous smile.
‘I love you, Chris,’ she said, becoming serious.
He pulled her down to his mouth and kissed her. ‘I love you too, Jan.’
Suddenly, he rolled her around to her back and made deep and quick thrusts inside her until she felt his body become rigid. With a groan of pleasure, he quickly pulled his penis out of her, grabbed it in his right hand and finished his orgasm by ejaculating on her breasts. She grabbed his testicles in her left hand and stroked them, giving him maddening pleasure as he poured his manhood onto her…
The following day, Jansen stepped onto the tennis court and was convincingly beaten in a semi-final match at the Australian Open by a determined opponent who had arguably had better rest than her.
Chapter 3
AMERICA
It is an undisputable fact that Joelyn Smith had not slept with any man since the marital problems that had eventually led to her divorcing her husband. In fact, Joelyn had slept with nobody but herself since then. Up to and until the point of her entrance into a drug and alcohol addiction rehabilitation programme at a facility situated on a semi-arid expanse of land in Arizona, Joelyn had solely depended on the use of her hands, vibrators and fantasies for sexual gratification. But her large stock of vibrators, in all shapes, types and sizes, sought for her by her female assistants, lacked the human touch. She had learned to reach orgasm by self-stimulation, but the feeling was not as great as the one provided by a man’s body and hands.
Shut in the middle of nowhere in what she saw as a holding facility on an Arizona desert, devoid of her credit cards, phones, junk food, iPad, music (the place played only classical music to urge relaxation and meditation by the patients), TV (absolutely no compromise on that one), freedom…Joelyn found herself responding positively to the treatment offered to her for her addiction. As she gradually grew stronger against the withdrawal effects, Joelyn found herself increasingly attacked by sexual anxiety.
Destiny is unpredictable. Joelyn had never guessed in all her life that one day she would be sexually attracted to another woman. But then again, she had also never guessed that she would one day be locked up in a rehabilitation center for all the wrong reasons. At the Arizona center, she met a 33-year-old nurse called Andrea Durant. Andrea was a short woman with short blonde hair and attractive features. She was also an openly gay woman. She was drawn to Joelyn from the moment the actress and singer had stepped into the rehab center. More correctly, Andrea had a fanatical obsession with the Hollywood star, to the extent that she idolized Joelyn Smith and had persistent dreams of making love to her. She had posters of Joelyn on the walls of her home; the wallpapers of her phone and her PC were pictures of this woman she so much admired. As a matter of fact, had Andrea lived in Hollywood, she would have devoted her time and attention to stalking Joelyn Smith and possibly become arrested for that, and their destiny would not have been fulfilled.
As it were, Andrea Durant, controversial № 1 fan of Joelyn Smith, worked as a nurse at the rehabilitation center where Joelyn Smith, Hollywood star, chose to be treated for drug and alcohol addiction. It happened that during the first few days of Joelyn’s admission into the center, Andrea purposely went into the star’s bathroom while Joelyn was in the shower. Joelyn, shocked at such insolent effrontery, but so deeply affected by withdrawal symptoms she was not her usual self, just stared unanimatedly at the shorter woman. Boldly, Andrea slipped into the shower and kissed Joelyn. She had made love a million times in her fantasies to this beautiful woman this felt natural to her. Tentatively at first, Joelyn kissed back, until she felt herself getting warmed up and let go of her inhibitions. Andrea placed a hand between Joelyn’s legs and stroked her warm vagina. Her hand met a forest of hairs and she was momentarily disappointed that the love of her life did not shave down there. She would later learn that Joelyn hadn’t had a sexual partner in months, and therefore did not have anyone to please by shaving her private parts…
Andrea inserted her middle finger into the warm hole and was rewarded with a moan of longing. She stroked Joelyn’s clitoris and Joelyn gasped. Joelyn felt this
sense of release…this relief…this delicious…transformation inside her that made her feel like a woman…The short woman took her breasts alternately in her mouth and Joelyn climbed the staircase to heaven…She had almost forgotten how glorious human intimacy was…
The water fell upon the two of them and pasted their bodies together. Andrea stepped out of the shower, her white uniform completely soaked in water, and with an excited smile pulled Joelyn towards her. Leaving the shower in a hurry, they went into the adjacent sleeping quarters of Joelyn’s. On the bed was a handbag containing Andrea’s sex toys. She pulled out a dark-blue plastic penis and licked it like a lollipop, eyeing Joelyn seductively. Then she took off her uniform and remained in her bra and G-string. Then she took them off too and, completely naked, stood staring at Joelyn, also nude.
‘Lie down, my beautiful princess,’ commanded Andrea. ‘And spread your legs.’
Joelyn lay back on the bed and spread open her thighs, revealing a dark, blonde mound rising in a heap between her legs. Andrea climbed onto the bed. She grabbed Joelyn’s velvety smooth thighs and stroked them, marveling at the exquisite tenderness of the woman’s skin. She pushed the star’s knees back flat against her belly and the star’s vagina rose to prominence at her crotch. It was an ugly sight, with all that hair…But this was the love of her dreams, the love of her life, with whom Andrea had had a secret love-hate relationship for as long as she could remember…And Andrea would do anything for love, including giving cunnilingus to a hairy pussy. She took in her mouth and brought Joelyn to orgasm with the expert use of her tongue.
While Joelyn was still reeling from the shattering effects of her orgasm, a wet finger slipped into her anus and drew circles inside her rectum, giving her sensational excitement. Andrea pulled her finger out of Joelyn’s anus and placed it in her mouth. She sucked at her finger and then lowered her mouth down to lick Joelyn’s anus. She parted the star’s luscious buttocks and stroked her dark anus with the tip of her tongue. Then she spat at it and opened it up with the blue vibrator. She inserted half the length of the vibrator inside Joelyn’s anus, covered Joelyn’s vagina with her mouth and caressed her pubic lips and clitoris, while she made gentle thrusts in and out of Joelyn’s rectum with the vibrator. She pulled the vibrator out and dedicated some time to licking the dolphin-shaped sex-toy clean, before inserting it inside Joelyn’s vagina and bringing the Hollywood drug addict to extreme delight…And the vibrator did not have to go all the way inside her vagina; it knew which erogenous zones to stimulate and take her to heaven…
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