Feelings of Fear by Graham Masterton Page A

quivered when she drew her nail all the way down the underside of his erection and lightly scratched his tightly wrinkled testes. A single drop of clear sparkling fluid appeared at the opening of his penis, and shecollected it with one of her fingers as if she were collecting dew from a mushroom, and tasted it.
    As she did so, she opened her thighs, and amid the dark fur of her pubic hair her vaginal lips opened with a soft but audible click, revealing a crimson opening that was brimming with juice.
    And then he thought:
Holy shit – no rubber.
    She took hold of his shoulders and drew him toward her. For a moment he hesitated, and she felt his hesitation. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to do it.”
    â€œListen – I don’t have any rubbers. Well, I do, but they’re back at the base. Maybe I could go down and ask one of the guys if he—”
    She smiled and shook her head. At the same time she grasped his penis and luxuriously rubbed it up and down. “I don’t want you to use a rubber. I want to feel your naked cock inside me.”
    â€œBut come on now … what if you get pregnant?”
    â€œThen all the better. That will give me one more reason to stay alive.”
    With her other hand, she reached between her legs and parted her wavelike lips even wider, and guided his penis so that the head of it was nestling between them. He looked down at her and he thought that he was probably as close to heaven as he ever would be. Then she dug her fingernails into his buttocks and pulled him into her, and he wasn’t even close, he was there.
    They made love all night and she didn’t want to stop. The stained-oak headboard knocked against the wallpaper so persistently that Tom came and told them to move the bed away from the wall. “You can shag all you like but the rest of us doesn’t want to hear it.”
    When Cliff was exhausted, Anne knelt between his legs to suck and lick at his softened penis. She succeeded in cramming him all into her mouth at once, balls and everything. Then she sat astride his face so that his own semen dripped out of her vagina and on to his forehead. “I anoint you,” she said.
    Toward dawn she fell asleep against his back, with one of her fingers deeply inserted into his anus. He slept, too, and because of the blackout curtains neither of them realized it was morning until they heard the thunderous banging of beer-kegs being dropped into the yard outside. They sat up simultaneously and stared at each other.
    â€œJesus, it’s eight-thirty. I have a briefing at nine.”
    â€œAnd I’ve got a train to catch.”
    They climbed out of bed, and Cliff pulled the curtains open. It was a bright, sunny morning, and he had to lift his hand to shield his eyes. His face was puffy and pale and his back and thighs were covered in red scratches. Anne’s lips were swollen and there were chafe-marks on the white flesh just above her stocking-tops, from Cliff’s stubble.
    She came up to him and put her arms around him. Her breasts swung and her nipples grazed his stomach. “If I never meet you ever again, I want to say thank you,” she said.
    â€œOh, come on, we’ll meet again,” he chided her, and then realized what he had said. “Don’t know where, don’t know when …”
    â€œWell, perhaps,” she said.
    â€œWhat do you mean ‘perhaps’? Give me your address in Torquay. I have three days’ furlough coming up soon. I could visit you.”
    â€œI don’t know the address yet. It’s called Sunnybank but I don’t know which road.”
    â€œYou’re not going to vanish and not give me any way of getting in touch with you? Not after last night?”
    â€œI wasn’t looking for any kind of attachment.”
    â€œOh, really? I thought we were pretty attached. Most of the time, anyhow.”
    She kissed