The Brand (19 page)

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.

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 had 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.

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…