As usual, their supper had been eaten in utter silence. Bob's mind was occupied with too many other things. There was the mission he had just returned from, as well as the trip he was about to take.
Judy looked up longingly. She could see he was getting ready to leave the table. "Love me, Bob. Please!" She was on the verge of tears.
"Okay, sweetheart. C'mon!" He took her hand and together they left the dinette and started down the hall of their handsomely furnished home. Outside the bedroom door, he stopped and turned to her. "Now remember, Judy, I'll have to leave in half an hour or so." Judy nodded, trying not to let her deep disappointment show.
They entered the dimly-lit bedroom, hand-in-hand. Judy was not about to waste these precious moments. She pulled her lacy nightgown over her shoulders, threw it into the corner, pulled back the bedsheets and jumped in. Bob stripped away his terry cloth bathrobe, draped it over the foot of the bed and stood, looking down at his lovely wife. Her arms were outstretched and anxious. "Oh Bob. I need you so!"
His huge frame was down on her. Their bodies fused as his lips met hers in a long, passionate kiss. His tongue gently eased through her teeth and into her warm mouth. Again and again her breath caught in her throat. The deliciously shivering sex urge began to run rampant through her slender body. Soon her tongue joined his in the caress. A great vacuum seemed to be building inside her mouth. Her whole body began to tremble. Her firm breasts crushed against his muscular chest. Her hands were on his waist, clutching him urgently. Now, a new sensation swept over her. He was slowly drawing his mouth away from hers.
As their lips parted, she pulled him tightly to her. "Love me, Bob, love me!"
His massive cock began its drive into her twitching cunt. Judy bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself from screaming out. She winced and cringed, arching her hips up to his hairy loins, taking all of him well into her burning hole. "I love you," she moaned.
"And I love you, Judy." He increased the intensity of his stroke, taking her higher still.
Judy was in ecstasy. Her eyes clamped shut. Her breath became high-pitched screams. Her long fingernails clawed into his broad shoulders, while her hips danced frantically to the tune of the wild fucking he directed.
Suddenly, the song was over. Before she could enjoy the electricity of climax, Bob came in four or five burning spurts, pulled his dripping tool from her cunt and rolled over on his back.
"Oh Bob," she cried. "What is it?" He was out of bed and on his feet.
"I told you I didn't have much time, that's all!" He was moving across the floor to the closet. Opening the door, he pulled out one of the neatly-pressed blue uniforms and left for the bathroom where he would shower and dress to leave.
Judy reached over to the night table, lit a cigarette and took a long, deep drag. She was staring at the empty space beside her in the bed. Tears began to swell up in her soft blue eyes.
In the first six months of her marriage to Captain
Robert Franklin the days, or better yet, the nights she had shared with her husband could easily be counted on one hand. And now, here he was, preparing to depart on another Air Force mission. In a few moments he would vanish again for days, weeks, or possibly months. And once again she would come to know the pain of loneliness.
These journeys of Top Secrecy were Bob's entire life, and she never dared to question his destinations or duties. She only knew that his obligations with the Air Force Security Service were once again taking him away from her, and it was that part of military life she despised.
She needed a fulltime man. Was that asking so much? And Bob himself? He was always either too preoccupied or in too big a hurry to give her the love she needed so desperately. For six long months she had tried to understand. Now, her patience was growing thin.
Bob was busy in the bathroom, carefully dressing in his handsome uniform, when Judy paused in the doorway, surveying his manliness. It was all a woman could ask for. Bob had been quite an athlete at the Air Force Academy, and it clearly showed in his broad shoulders, slim hips and muscular arms. Watching him comb his coal-black hair, the flame within her body rekindled and grew into a raging fire.
Without a word, she crossed the floor. Under those crisply starched trousers was one enormous cock, and she wanted it.
Standing close to him, looking directly into his eyes, her left hand plunged down, grabbing the limp piece of meat. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft and began squeezing ... manipulating the motionless prick. Then, just as it began to rise, a powerful hand grabbed her wrist and yanked it upward, pushing her to the floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You know the base taxi will be here any minute!"
She had heard those words a thousand times before. "We've been married six months now, and I've had to get what I can in between taxi rides!"
Bob was getting hot under the collar. "You know damn well that I've got to take my orders. You knew that when we got married!"
Just then, lights flashed across the wall, followed by the blare of a horn. Judy had to get in a last plea. "Oh, Bob. We can't go on like this. Resign your commission! Let's live like normal young marrieds!"
Bob was hurriedly slipping into his coat. "We'll talk about it when I get back, honey."
She had gotten that brush-off before too, and she wasn't about to stand for it. "When you get back I may be living with another man!"
Looking up, she saw her Bob storming towards the door. He turned sharply. "Baby, two can play that game!"
The door slammed shut. "I hate you," she whispered. Then the teardrops came, leaving her feeling totally alone and quite empty.
Sometime later, Judy awoke and rubbed her sleepy eyes. The clock told her it had been several hours since she had fallen into bed and cried herself to sleep.
Floating drowsily into the kitchen, she mixed herself a strong drink and sat at the dining table, trying to gather her thoughts. She remembered the bitter exchange of words with Bob and almost began to sob again, when a distant noise shook her back into reality. It was a gentle knocking at the front door.
Judy quickly buttoned up the bathrobe that she had loosely draped over her shoulders and darted for the door.
Could it be Bob? Maybe his flight had been delayed. Maybe the entire mission had been scrapped. Her heart raced as she reached for the knob.
To her surprise and disappointment, it was only their next door neighbor, Major Calvin Gibbs.
Gibbs had always been somewhat of a thorn in Bob's side. He was black and he outranked Bob, a combination hard for any white Academy graduate to stomach.
Judy staffed into his dark eyes, completely puzzled. The Major was quick to break the silence. "So sorry to bother you, Mrs. Franklin, but I was working in the yard late this afternoon when your husband left and I couldn't help but overhear a disagreement of some sort. After several hours of silence, I became a bit worried about you and thought I'd drop by to make sure everything was alright."
Judy was listening, but digested little of what was said. She found herself strangely fascinated with his voice. It was almost British; well-educated to say the least.
He interrupted her thoughts once more. "Mrs. Franklin?"
Judy jumped slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you very much, Major, but everything is just fine." She found herself studying his features more intently.
He was tall; almost as tall as her Bob. And, from what she could see, he was just as muscular. His features were handsome, yet somehow soft and understanding. And the look he gave her showed genuine concern.
"Well, I just thought it was my responsibility, as a good neighbor, to make sure. Good night now!" He turned and started down the porch steps.
As Judy watched him leave, the feeling of loneliness again swept over her whole being. She couldn't stand anymore of it. "Major, would you like to step in for a minute. I, uh, I could use a good neighbor right now."
Gibbs swung in his steps. This time his face was filled with utter disbelief. He studied the attractive white woman that had asked him into her house.
Judy Franklin was one hundred percent woman; five feet, one inch, with honey-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Under her loose-fitting robe was a body of dynamic proportions, 38-23-36. Her mouth was full and sensuous and more than inviting. For a brief moment, Gibbs wondered what this wild white honey would be like in the sack. "No," he thought. "She's probably just lonely and wants someone to talk to."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Franklin. I'd like that very much. You know, we really haven't been much of neighbors. I mean, I'd like to get to know you better. Your husband too."
Judy just smiled and disappeared into the house. The interested neighbor followed. She had moved to the bar. "Scotch, bourbon..."
"Oh, scotch will be just fine, Mrs. Franklin." With two glasses in her hand, she moved to the sofa where the handsome black man had settled.
"I hope your wife won't mind you being here, Major." He could see she was probing and began to laugh. "You see! I told you we didn't know enough about each other. I'm single." Judy laughed and handed him his drink. She then positioned herself at the other end of the sofa, smiling to herself. She wondered what Bob's reaction might be, should he walk in and find his wife alone with another man, much less Major Calvin Gibbs. Then her thoughts turned to more serious matters. The Major's eyes were focused dead center on the bulges in her robe. He had also shifted to the center of the lounge, and was uncomfortably close when he spoke. "Mrs. Franklin? Is your husband going to be away long?"
Judy felt a queer tingle crawling up her spine. "Yes ... that is, he's usually gone for several weeks on these missions."
Then, it all fell into place. What she had said and what he had implied with his question. He was moving closer and the young girl was frightened, yet the tingle grew more intense. She found herself prodding him on. "You know, it gets pretty lonely around here, whenever he's gone!"
He was smiling at her; persuading her to let him move closer. Her head arched as she tried to elude him. But it was too late. He had her trembling there in the corner of the sofa. Then his lips moved into smother hers. His kiss made her shake all over; not with fear or shame, but with passion. He felt her tongue, which at first had been so confused and frightened, become interestingly restless. She had lost any desire to fight. She was getting excited, slowly but surely. He kissed her with all his skill, slipping his thick tongue over her teeth to fill her panting mouth. Meanwhile, his hands rose up, through her robe and around to her back where they began undoing the fastenings of her bra.
In a few lightning moves, the robe and bra slipped off her body. He slowly broke the kiss and swiveled her around with her back to him, still holding her in his arms, which he now planted on her two soft mounds. Her breathing was becoming labored. She began to writhe and wriggle in his grasp.
He shoved his strong body hard against her back, pressing his stiff cock into her. Her nipples had swollen into hard peaks and she was getting hotter. Gibbs withdrew one hand and began to open the fly of his trousers. Pulling his long, thick meat out, he spun her half around again and stood up between her shaky legs.
She stared in disbelief at the size of his cock, while he dangled it before her. Its head was the size of a small apple. The shaft was long, dark and meaty. She couldn't believe he was throwing it at her.
Soon he dropped to his knees and drew her silky panties down a few inches, revealing a glimpse of her hungry twat. "Open those long white legs a little wider, darlin'. "
His fingers were gliding up her warm thighs, while his gaze was glued to the hairy slit at the crossroads. "You've got a sweet little cunt there, darlin'. " No man, not even her Bob, had ever talked to her like this. It was bold and obscene, but she loved it. "Let's go to bed, Major!"
"Now you're talking my language, darlin'! " He rose to his feet, lifted her gently and took her to the bedroom.
They stretched out on the wide bed. Gibbs leaned over and covered her panting mouth with another of his soft, wet kisses. Easing himself further down, he grabbed her slim ankles and pushed her legs up, until her knees brushed her luscious boobs. His face plunged into her burning pussy, lapping up the juices she poured out for him. He twisted his face and buried in for more.
It was time to show the young Captain's wife what love with Calvin Gibbs was all about. Judy was thrashing about on the bed and moaning to the strokes of his red-hot tongue. He licked it, sucking out the sticky 'honey' and swallowing. She was more than ready when he looked up and muttered, "Want my cock, darlin'? "
She was biting her lower lip, hesitating. He moved in again, lapping up her oozing pussy. A few more licks and she was frantic. "Yes, oh God yes! Fuck me! Now! Now!" She wanted this stranger desperately.
He was on his knees, between her spread thighs; holding the thick tool, guiding it towards her moist gash. All eight inches fed into her hungry twat. His loins swayed from side to side as the wide head pushed through her burning hole.
The bed began to creak and sway as they fucked. He was pulling at her, thrusting deeply into her quivering opening, making sure she felt every inch of his bone-hard cock. She moaned and squirmed under him. The pleasure was taking away all feelings of guilt and fear.
Calvin's mouth moved close to her throbbing earlobe. "You like my big, dark cock, darlin'? " Judy began to moan a reply when he continued. "Tell me, darlin'! Tell me you love my big, dark cock!"
"I ... I ... Oh God, yes. I love your big cock!"
Gibbs was raking her with his wild meat, determined to make this session last a good time. He wanted her to remember being fucked by Major Calvin Gibbs.
His prick grew and throbbed and he knew she could feel it well up inside her. She urgently wanted to come. With the frantic maneuvering of his great prick in her womb and the slapping of his heavy balls on her swollen crotch, she exploded into a wondrous orgasm below him.
She so wildly contorted and screamed that he could no longer hold his load. As she clung to him with arms, legs and cunt, the big man shot his burning cream into her, again and again.
Gibbs knew he was in command now. He left her broken little frame laying across the bed and returned to the living room for his drink. Several minutes later, he returned to find she had drifted into a deep satisfied sleep. Quietly, he slipped back into his clothing, smiled at her and left the house.
The next time Judy awoke, it was the early morning sun which stung her eyes, bringing her into the world of reality. She lay there in bed for several minutes reliving each pleasurable moment of the last night's romp with Major Gibbs. It all seemed like a dream to her. Everything had happened so fast and furiously. Should she feel ashamed of herself? She wasn't sure. One thing she knew for certain, though. The fast-moving neighbor had given her all the things her husband had failed to give. And she knew she wanted more of the same.
After a long, refreshing shower, she relaxed in the living room with a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee. Her luscious body tingled. She felt so alive and totally new, and what could be wrong with that?
Her eyes roamed all around the room where her wild trip with Gibbs had begun. It was then she noticed the paper which was neatly folded in the opposite corner of the sofa. It appeared to be a note of some kind.
The words contained in the message nearly turned her on all over again. 'Remember, darlin', I'm only a few steps away. Calvin.' Judy leaned back and stretched. "Don't worry, Major, I plan to take advantage of your services again, real soon."
Then the phone rang. There was a time when she would have been praying it was a call from Bob, but now she found herself wishing aloud. "Hmmm. Could that be my man, Calvin?" She jumped up and ran for the telephone. "Hello?"
She was caught by complete surprise when, at the end of the line, a female voice spoke. "Hi, Judy!" It was Susie Allen from across the street.
Susan Allen was the wife of Lieutenant Peter Allen, who like her Bob, was a member of the Air Force Security Service. He traveled as extensively as Captain Franklin, often on the same missions. Susie was commonly thought of as the base sex-pot; a red-headed, 36-24-35 bombshell who openly bragged of her exploits with other men. She and her Peter had a very liberal relationship. When he was away she could do whatever she pleased. Many were the times Judy and Bob had discussed her shameful behavior and had never associated with either of the Aliens socially. Now here she was, having the nerve to call respectable Judy Franklin.
"Uh, Judy, I couldn't help but notice Major Gibbs going into your place last night, and it was some time before he left." Judy was doing a slow burn. "Major Gibbs was merely paying a neighborly visit!"
"Sure, honey, I know. Old Calvin's paid many neighborly visits over here too. As a matter-of-fact, that's why I was calling. How about the size of that dick, huh? Did he slip it to you?"
By now Judy was furious. "I don't know what you're talking about!" She was ready to slam down the receiver when she heard Susie's voice soften. "Listen, Judy, I know what it's like to be lonely. Now you may hate me for this, but I want to tell you something. Guys like Calvin Gibbs have helped save my marriage. Peter knows I'm going down for other guys, and I know that when he's away he gets some on the side too. But, it's no big thing with us. Now listen, honey! Your Bob needs it too, and men just naturally get horny. You'll find you're both a lot happier when you learn to relax and face everything more honestly."
For some strange reason, Judy found comfort in her voice and began to sob, as though a good friend had offered her shoulder. "I know you're right. It's just that I get so damn lonely when Bob's not around. I had to do something."
"I know, Judy. Believe me, I know!"
Judy felt a strong feeling of friendship growing between her and Susie Allen. "Thank you, Susan!"
"It's Susie to you, honey and listen. I've got big plans for tonight, for the both of us. We'll get Calvin to bring one of his soul brothers along and the four of us will have a party over here. How does that sound to you?"
Judy wiped the tears, as an eager smile spread across her face. "That sounds just fine, Susie!"
"Good! I'll expect you around six, okay? Bye now!" She heard the phone click.
The mere thought of taking on the black Major again had Judy on the verge of hysteria. She wanted to taste his huge cock once more; to feel it burning inside her. She wanted his lips; his strong arms around her waist. She wanted to be eaten again, then fucked like he had fucked her the night before. It was all too much to think about. And what about the Major's friend? Perhaps he'd be hung even better. Maybe she'd take them both on at once. She could hardly wait. Glancing at the clock, she could see that the orgy was seven hours away. She decided to busy herself with menial chores around the house, hoping it would pass the time.
At six, on the nose, Judy locked up the house and ran across the street to Susie's.
"Well hi, Judy! You're right on time. Anxious, huh?" Susie's smile seemed genuine. Judy quickly returned it and immediately felt relaxed. She was being carefully studied. "You really look great, Judy. C'mon in!"
Judy had worn her crimson velvet hot pants. They fit tightly, accentuating her bulging, young pussy. They were topped off with an equally tight blouse, snugly tucked in, which made her large boobs seem even larger than they actually were. Her long blonde hair fell gracefully over her smooth round shoulders.
The hostess looked just as inviting in her cut-off jeans, with a sweater that seemed to stick to her skin. It had a deep plunging neckline which exposed a good deal of her firm round tits. Susie's bright red hair was done up in a ponytail. Together, the two hot young women made quite a pair.
"Thanks, Susie. You look great yourself." She had entered the living room of the house. It looked as though Susie had thought of everything. Huge pillows were scattered all across the thickly-carpeted floor. A well-stocked bar stood in the corner, and a large stack of records were on the stereo, waiting to provide the background for the upcoming affair.
Judy gazed into the kitchen, at the clock. Suddenly, she was thinking of Bob. He was probably at, or close to, his destination by now. Oh, if he only knew what he had driven her to do. Once again, the feelings of loneliness and shame were coming back to haunt her. But, before they could get the best of her, Susie broke the train of thought. "Hey, Judy, you look like you need a good stiff one. Ha! Ha! A drink, that is!" They both had a good laugh and moved to the bar.
A few minutes later, it was Susie who sprang up and ran to answer the doorbell. "Well, good evening, Major. Won't you come in?"
Gibbs took a few steps into the house. "Good evening, ladies!" His eyes glanced around the room, stopping at Judy. A huge grin lit up his handsome face. "Ladies, I'd like you to meet Airman Leroy Chambers. Airman Chambers works in my section. I thought it would be nice to let an enlisted man get a taste of the good life we officers lead."
Chambers followed him in. He didn't look like much more than a teenager, standing there, smiling sheepishly at the women. "Nice to meet you ladies!"
Susie and Judy couldn't believe their eyes. Major Gibbs had brought a boy along to do a man's work. Young Chambers was a third the size of the Major, rather underweight, with thick glasses hanging over his juvenile face. Gibbs could see the disappointment all over their faces and tried to assure them. "Don't worry, ladies, Airman Chambers may be just a boy, but where we come from boys grow up early in life."
"Well," Susie sighed, "at ease, Airman!" She was studying the boy and he was nervously shifting from foot to foot. "We'll see that you get a good education tonight!"
Then she began to move towards the bar to mix fresh drinks for everyone. As she passed Judy she whispered, "Relax, Judy. I'll take of the young kid. It might even be fun, who knows?! Judy breathed a sigh of relief. Her sights were set on the Major's experienced prick. She wouldn't settle for anything shorter or younger.
The anxious foursome had settled on the living room floor, sipping their drinks and enjoying the soft music, when all of a sudden, Susie jumped up to get the evening's activities under way. "Okay, Leroy, it's about time for lesson number one. Ready or not, here we go!" She leaned over and grabbed the young man by the wrist, pulled him to his shaky feet and led the way down the hall to the bedroom.
Judy and Calvin broke into a hearty laugh and moved a little closer to each other. "Well, darlin', did you enjoy yourself last night?" This time, Judy wasn't about to play it coy. "More than you know, Major, more than you know!"
Then she turned on him. Tonight she was Judy the huntress. Her left hand came up; running through his thick head of hair, while the right hand lowered to the rise in his trousers, in search of his twitching love-tool. It moved over his belt and down slowly. Finding the meaty cock, her fingers began to squeeze and probe, tickling the massive organ which already was showing signs of life. Their eager tongues met in a sensuous kiss, as Gibbs lay back, ready to enjoy her new-found role as predator.
Meanwhile, in the dark bedroom, Susan stood face to face with the bashful boy, Chambers. She was reaching up, gently lifting his glasses from his head. So close she stood that he could feel her hot breath burning his forehead. Then she backed off smiling and in one swift maneuver pulled the tight sweater up and over her head. Leroy's eyes opened wide and glued themselves to the huge boobs now bouncing under her bra. She was moving closer again. "Like these tits, Leroy? C'mon, Leroy, don't be afraid to tell me!"
The boy was numb with excitement. "Ye, ye, yes, ma'am, I sure do!" Susie was really enjoying it all. "Why don't you kiss them, Leroy?"
He cautiously moved in on the enormous mounds, leaned over them and let his lips glide up and down the soft flesh of her tits.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Leroy, but the best is yet to come!" She did an about face and backed up against him. "Help me, Leroy, help me!" The tiny silver fastenings of her bra flashed at the tip of his nose. "C'mon, Leroy!"
With trembling hands, he unhooked one, then another, and finally the third. The two loose straps gently fell to the sides of her back. Leroy could feel his young cock begin to rise in his trousers, growing harder, more impatient and bold.
"You're just getting started, Leroy. Don't stop now!" His hands, now a bit steadier, moved up to the top of her shoulders, pushing the straps slowly down her long, smooth arms. He could see goose pimples beginning to rise on the woman's back and this gave him added confidence. He was sure now, that he would be able to please the older, more experienced white woman. "Oooh, that does feel good, Leroy!"
The bra fell to the floor and she kicked it to the corner of the room. Reaching down, she grabbed his hands once more and lifted them upwards to her boobs. By now, the boy's stiff prick was rubbing against her tight ass. It was almost too much to take and he was sure he would come right then and there, but she quickly distracted him, bringing his fingers to the hard nipples of her breasts. They were like little stones and he was fascinated with them. His fingers began playing, manipulating the rigid peaks in and out, up and down. Susie was softly moaning now. She was loving it. The slender youth was catching on quickly. With a firm hold on her boobs, he pulled her closer to him, ramming his prick into her ass. Susie grunted. "You're, umph, you're doing fine, Leroy. Umph, just fine!" Leroy was swelling up, not only with heated excitement, but with a sense of pride as well. He was turning her on quickly. "Your hands feel so nice on my tits, Leroy, but let's keep things rolling along!"
Chambers removed his firm grip on her boobs, as she swung around to face him once more. For the first time, he could see the two luscious goodies he had been squeezing so fondly. They were round and full. The nipples were rock-hard, jabbing knobs, popping out at his eyes. They were so like ripe, juicy melons and he was tempted to take a big bite. But she apparently had prepared a strategy and he was more than willing to obey her upcoming instructions.
"My cut-offs, Leroy, my cut-offs!" He thought a moment, then getting the gist of her order, he responded, unbuttoning the tight jeans, pulling down the zipper. His hands began to perspire and tremble again.
"Down, Leroy!" Sensing her impatience Leroy moved his hands around the rolling flesh of her hips. It was soft and moist, like warm dough ready to be shaped by his fingers. Then he got a hold on the blue fabric and began the long slide down to her ankles. In a moment he was on his knees, with the shorts at her feet. Susie gracefully stepped out, kicked them aside and kept her legs spread as the nervous boy stared into the floor, waiting for her next command.
"Leroy?" Her voice was soft and hungry. "Leroy?" His eyes started back up her lovely frame. They got no further than the tuft of black hair centered between her white thighs. It was pussy; wet, delectable pussy. And for now it was all his.
"Have you ever eaten it, Leroy?" His eyes were glued to the moist slit. "Uh, yes ma'am, but it's been sometime now." She wanted to toy with him some more. "Did you like it, Leroy? Did you like digging your hot little tongue into some girl's twat? Did you slurp it up, Leroy?" He simply nodded his head to all of her questions. "Would you like to refresh your memory, Leroy? Would you like to eat me out?" Now his head bobbed up and down frantically.
She spread her stance a little wider, while his head rose, close to the tantalizing bush. "Go on, Leroy, get it! Get it!"
Leroy obeyed, burying his head in the furry cunt. He burrowed, widening the oozing gap. Then his tongue lashed into action; sliding in and out rhythmically; tickling, stabbing, lapping up the warm juices she poured.
Susie was loving it. This young Airman was quickly driving her mad. She had underestimated his ability, and was approaching fever pitch in her excitement when his lips clamped on to her clitoris. He was nibbling at the tip of the sensitive button with his sharp teeth.
She screamed and began to come, just as the confident boy knew she would have to. She was humping his face, throwing her meaty ass and hips at him, clawing at his head, gasping at the taste of paradise he was dishing out. Leroy knew he had her. His lightning strokes drove deeper and deeper.
Out in the living room, Calvin was thoroughly enjoying the way Judy had pounced on him. She had quickly undressed them both and was on top of him like a tigress, sliding his huge cock in and out of her soggy young box.
He had to smile. Just the night before he had caught her by surprise. She could have easily had him arrested for rape. Now, here she was, frantically fucking him like there was no other cock in the whole world.
Judy's breathing was becoming labored, while her supple body writhed on his hard prick. She was near climax, but Gibbs wanted to play awhile. He turned and sent her sprawling on the carpet next to him.
Slowly, he moved over her. By now, Judy was a picture of total frustration. "Oh, Calvin! Don't tease me! God, can't you see how much I need you? Love me, Calvin, please!"
His one arm went under her shoulders. The other arm moved under her body and he squeezed her firm ass-cheeks, while his long finger probed her milky hole. She moaned and arched closer to him, giving him her open mouth and digging her tongue nimbly between his lips.
"Mmmmm! Oh, yes, that's the way, Calvin. Yes, yes, more!" She reached up to pull him closer, deeper into her. Her fingers slid around his ass. Finding the tight-lipped orifice of his hole, they pressed against the ring of sphincter muscles until, with a groan, his bottom relaxed and her fingertip slipped inside.
Their mouths were glued together. Judy's hard nipples scraped against his wide chest. Without a pause in the wild French-kiss, she slid a free hand down between their naked, perspiring bodies and, grabbing his burning cock-tip between her thumb and forefinger, guided it against the lubricated lips of her pink twat.
Gibbs drove the tool deeply into her, up to the very roots of her womanhood. Stricken by the agonized ecstasy of his stroke, Judy bit his shoulder and dug her reaming finger further into his wiggling ass.
"Yes, yes, Calvin. Fuck me, fuck me good!" They rolled around on the floor like two wild animals. Their bellies ground into each other. Their legs flew about, while Calvin's prick repeatedly gouged in and out of her warm, humid cunt-hole. Finally, it all got the best of him and with a hoarse shout, his flowing semen filled her quivering well of passion.
Back in the bedroom, Susie was ready to take more from her young protege, Chambers. Leaning over, she pulled his sweaty head away from her slobbering cunt. "Okay, Leroy, let's see what else you know how to do!" She raised him to his feet once more, this time leaning down to cover his mouth with hers, tasting her own salty comings all over his lips.
Leroy was ready for more, too. He had eaten the pushy white woman out royally, and now wanted to take her higher. His tongue slid in to meet hers, where it lingered for a moment then toyed a bit, sliding far back, then down one side and over her glimmering white teeth. Susie let out with a deep, husky moan, lashing her moist tongue out at him. Airman Leroy Chambers was taking full command of the situation.
He stepped back and unbuttoned his green uniform shirt, unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor. Then his Air Force issue shorts fell, revealing to the girl his surprisingly long prick. Her smile was all the encouragement he needed. He would give the orders now.
"Lay down and relax, baby, over there on your big soft bed! I'll show you what old Leroy knows how to do!"
"Whatever you say, Leroy!" She backed up and stretched out on the silken spread which covered the king-sized bed. Chambers finished undressing himself, turned off the bedside lamp and moved in on Lieutenant Allen's young wife.
Kneeling at her feet, he began journeying up her soft body, planting wet kisses each inch of the way. His lips ran up her thighs, paused briefly to touch the pussy he had so ably eaten raw, moved up to her small navel and-slipped his tongue in gently. She began to moan and move beneath him. He was biting her neck, her lips, her ear-lobes. She could feel his prick sliding up her legs. It grew stiffer as it moved in on its target and she wanted it desperately. "Oh, Leroy, please bring that big dick home. Oh God, Leroy I need that big thing inside me, now!" His sure tool plummeted deep into her twitching chasm in strong manly strokes. Susie's fingers dug into his back, clawing and scratching, begging for more. "Oh yeah, Leroy, oh yeah! That's it! More, more! Give it to me, darling! More, more!"
He plunged deeper. Her hips were jumping up to him now, trying to swallow his manhood in one gulp. "Just let me know when, lady!"
"Now, Leroy, now!" Her cries were deafening. She was bouncing all over the bed, shooting her ass at his meat. Leroy shot his entire load into the pit of her stomach. Susie stiffened and let out one long, piercing shriek.
When Susie and Leroy returned to the living room, Judy and the Major were sitting comfortably in front of the stereo, sipping their drinks, in the nude. It looked like everyone was totally relaxed and uninhibited. Susie laughed. "Hope you kids had as much fun as General Chambers and I!" Leroy smiled, proud of the promotion he had earned. Together they moved to the bar where Susie made fresh drinks for the boy and herself.
The foursome sat facing one another now. Three minutes hadn't gone by before Susie spoke up. She was looking at Judy. "You ready for the big swap?"
Judy was somewhat stunned. She wasn't quite sure she could take more dick. "Do you mean ... that is, I thought ... " Airman Chambers interrupted. "Don't worry lady. I can promise you won't be disappointed." The whole thing was so terribly new to Judy. She had never planned for things to go this far, but everyone was looking at her now, waiting for some kind of reply. Besides, she was more than mildly curious about Leroy. From the look on Susie's face he must have given her a wild performance and as long as the opportunity was presenting itself, why not see first-hand? "Well, uh, Leroy, I guess I'm, uh, ready when you are."
Susie jumped into the conversation just once more. "You kids can have the bedroom. I'd prefer to have old Calvin plank me on the cold floor." The Major bowed graciously and smiled.
Leroy was already on his feet and extending his hand to Judy. She hesitantly reached out and was lifted from her pillow. With his arm wrapped around her slender, bare waist, they moved towards the bedroom door.
Inside the confines of the Allen's bedroom, Leroy stopped, turned Judy to him and kissed her firmly, holding her succulent body tightly against his. She melted in his strong, young arms, wrapping her own around his back; sighing and pressing her twat against his rising cock. After a long embrace, he released her lips and whispered, "Let's go, honey!"
Judy was ready to surprise him. She slowly dropped to her knees, lifted the boy's stiff cock in the palm of her hand, and began kissing the head slowly. Her soft lips circled his tool, manipulated it, sliding up and down its long shaft. Then with her mouth wide open, she engulfed it entirely. Leroy grunted with pleasure. Here he was, a nobody Airman, taking on two beautiful older women in one night. It was too, too much!
Judy was enjoying it too. Blowing a man was something she had always wanted to try. She had asked her husband once, but Bob thought the idea of it was degrading. The feeling of a cock throbbing in the back of her throat was anything but degrading to her. She loved it and was now working on it frantically; sucking, blowing, sucking, blowing.
Leroy was moments away from losing his rocks again, when he remembered Susie. He knew the girls would compare notes on him and he wanted them both to be thoroughly pleased. He pulled his prick from her mouth and gently lifted her wild frame to the floor. Together they walked to the bed and stopped. Leroy dropped to the mattress, and turned onto his back. "Climb on there, honey!" Judy stared at the upright pud between his legs. It was standing motionless, waiting to be put into use. Judy was more than ready to oblige, but not in the way he expected.
Dropping to her knees, she pushed his sturdy legs apart and moved in on him again with her mouth. She grabbed the head between her teeth and gnawed on it, like a wild animal with a piece of raw meat. She took it in further and further. Leroy was breathless. She had his cock up to the balls and was running her smooth tongue up and down the hard stem; panting, biting, sighing, blowing, sucking him off. He shot into her throat. The come burst from the small slit in his cock. Judy swallowed, clamped down again, and swallowed more, enjoying each boiling drop that trickled down. Her blow-job had satisfied him completely. If only she could do the same for her husband.
Major Gibbs was fucking Susie in grand fashion. She was sitting on his upright dick with her back leaning against the wall. They bounced on the carpeting in wild frenzy as her wet comings lathered his stomach and chest. She was vibrating on him, screaming at the ceiling, clawing at the wall. He pulled her wild cheeks down and emptied his spurting load into her. The stream of come shot high into her body. Her legs sprang out as she reached climax, letting the floodgates of her juices open all over his cock and balls.
CHAPTER TWO
Judy's head and thoughts were in a spin when she awoke the next morning. Sitting in bed for an hour or so, she tried to figure out just what was happening to her and her relationship with Bob. He had been gone for only a few days and, behind his back, she had gone wild. Did it mean she was through with her husband? Was she turning into a woman like her neighbor, Susie? She knew her love for Bob was as deep as it was genuine, and she was convinced he loved her just as much, but she was so terribly confused and lonely. Why the hell did he have to storm out of the house like he did, in a fit of anger? It seemed as though he had almost dared her to act the way she had.
Now, before it was too late, she wanted to make it all up to him. But, even that was impossible. She had no idea where Bob was, and even if she did, she couldn't contact him.
She decided to let her actions speak for her. She would put an end to all the playing around, before it tore their love apart. The episodes of the last few evenings would be forgotten and done with. Judy Franklin would change!
Encouraged by her new lease on life, she jumped out of bed, took a long refreshing shower, and fixed herself a hearty breakfast.
The morning paper was sitting on the front porch when she opened the door. The sun was shining brightly, and Judy was sure it was a sign everything was about to turn for the better. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, she took the paper and returned to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
Halfway through the morning edition, she came to the want ads. Judy had passed them by and then she was suddenly struck with what she considered a fabulous idea. "Let's see what kind of work is available for a young, reformed slut like me." She didn't need the money, but it seemed like a job would be just the thing to keep her busy and, more importantly, out of trouble.
There were plenty of jobs. There were jobs like ironing or babysitting, but she wanted something that would get her out of the house and away from her freewheeling neighbors. Suddenly, she found just what she hoped for. It was a small ad in the corner of the page which read: Cocktail Waitress. Attractive, young and who enjoys meeting new people. Salary open. Contact Mr. Ken Henry, 965-3229.
It was perfect for her. She had done some work as a waitress during her school days. As a matter-of-fact, Bob had met her back then. She had enjoyed the contact with many different people. "My God, I'll give it a try!" Things were looking even sunnier now.
She pulled the table phone in front of her and dialed the number "Hello. The Showcase. Ken speaking!" Judy guessed the voice to belong to a man in his late thirties or so. "Hello, Mr. Henry?"
"Yes ma'am, that's me. What can I do for you?" He had a kind voice and Judy immediately felt relaxed speaking to him. "Mr. Henry, my name is Judy Franklin. I am calling to inquire about the position your club advertised, in this morning's paper, for a cocktail waitress. Could you tell me something about the job?"
"Oh yes, Miss Franklin." Judy was about to correct the young man and let him know her marital status, when a thought occurred to her. Perhaps the club was looking for a single girl. She decided it would be best to keep her marriage a secret.
"May I ask how old you are?" Here she could give him an honest reply. "Yes, Mr. Henry. I'm twenty-four." She must have said the magic words.
"That's fine, Miss Franklin, just fine! You have a very pleasant voice too. Do you think you could come down this afternoon for an interview?" Judy was becoming thrilled with the prospect of taking on a more reputable outside interest. "How would two o'clock be, Mr. Henry?"
"That'll be just fine, Miss Franklin, and please call me Ken. I'll be expecting you around two then. Thank you, goodbye!"
Judy hadn't been this excited in ages. Here was her big chance to climb out of the dark hole her life was so close to falling into. There'd be no more parties at Susie's; no more late visits from Calvin Gibbs. She was going to straighten up and when Bob came home she would tell him everything, show him how she had reformed, and hope that he would forgive her.
She dressed in her new purple pants suit, with her beautiful hair down, over her shoulders. She carefully made-up her pretty face and called the cab company.
Twenty-five minutes later she was standing in front of the unlit Showcase, arranging her hair from the reflection in the window. "Well, here goes nothing!" Pulling open the heavy wooden door she entered the club.
The place seemed to be deserted. All the chairs were neatly stacked on the tables and all the sound equipment was packed in cases on the stage. It was very dark, with only the small lights of the bar glowing on the floor. She wondered if, for some reason, Mr. Henry had been delayed or forgotten about the appointment
Suddenly, a door to the right of the stage slowly opened and a handsome, middle-aged man stood facing her in the light from the room behind him.
"You must be Miss Franklin!" He was glancing at his watch. "Well, I must compliment you on your punctuality, Miss Franklin!"
Ken Henry was a most distinguished looking man; tall and dark, with deep brown eyes and his hair streaked with just the right amount of gray around the temples. Studying his face closely, Judy got the impression Ken Henry was a wise, shrewd businessman; the kind that knew how to get things done his way.
"Why, yes I am, and you must be Mr. Henry!" She could see that he was studying her just as closely and for some unknown reason, her face began to blush.
"Won't you come this way, Miss Franklin, and please, call me Ken!" He was motioning to the door behind him. Judy walked past, into the kind of office she had seen only in imagine magazines. It was superbly furnished, with deep red fuck carpeting, wooden paneled walls and a huge mahogany desk, with two hand carved doors on either side.
"Please, have a seat Miss Franklin!" He was pointing to the long, plushly upholstered sofa in the corner of the room. She did as he requested, sinking into the middle of the comfortable piece. He, in turn, moved around the desk and sat in the swivel chair, never once taking his eyes from her body.
"You not only have a most pleasant voice, Miss Franklin, but you're lovely as well and carry yourself with a great deal of poise." She could feel herself turning beet red again. "Why, uh, thank you very much, uh, Ken!"
Mr. Henry flashed a faint smile her way, dropped his head and bought it up again with a very serious look. He was ready to get down to business. "Now, Miss Franklin, the woman I'm looking for will work six nights a week, from seven to midnight. The job pays $75 per week plus tips, of course, with time and a half for overtime. like all my girls, she will also be asked to handle some very special assignments, for which she'll be generously rewarded. By the way, you have worked topless before, haven't you?"
Judy had been pondering this business about special assignments when the question stunned her. She was thrown for a loss and too embarrassed not to answer. "Why, uh, yes. Certainly!"
"Good, good! Inexperienced girls often have problems adjusting to it. However, you look like a woman with experience and I don't think you'll be any problem at all!" Judy didn't know quite how to interpret his remarks. "Well, Miss Franklin, what do you think?"
She wasn't thrilled with having to work topless, but the job sounded great to her. "It sounds just fine to me, Ken. I'd like to give it a try. I hope I won't disappoint you!"
His eyes focused on the two mountains rising from under her coat. "I'm sure you won't!" He was up and moving towards the closet door at the end of the sofa. Reaching in he pulled a package from the shelf and handed it to her. "The wise man test drives a car before he buys it, Miss Franklin, and I am a very wise man. You are like a car and I'd like to see what I'm paying for. This is your working uniform. Let's see how it fits you, and vice-versa!"
"Well, uh, alright, Ken. Is there a dressing room close by?" He was giving her that faint smile again. "You can undress right here and don't worry! My interest in your body is from a purely business-like standpoint!" Judy felt very stupid for having acted so naive and began undressing for her new employer.
After kicking off her shoes, she began unbuttoning the coat of her suit, slipped her arms out and laid the garment on the sofa. Ken's eyes opened a bit wider after his first look at the silky, pink blouse and the bulging treasures beneath. He was staring at them and Judy knew the only way to survive the ordeal without embarrassment would be to finish quickly and avoid meeting his glance.
Her pants came down and the blouse fell, concealing the lacy little panties she wore. Then, without bending over, her long, smooth legs stepped from the trousers.
Mr. Henry began to chuckle, "You're not bashful are you, Miss Franklin?" She returned a weak smile and began undoing the blouse. With the opening of each button, he could see more and more of her gorgeous tits and was liking what he saw.
The blouse fell to the floor. There she stood in bra and panties with a total stranger; a man who was beginning to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. "I'm not sure I'm the girl you want, Ken!"
He was quick to disagree. "You are definitely the girl I, er, the Showcase wants. Please continue!"
Judy reached for the package and slowly opened it, with shaky fingers. "What the hell am I doing here?" she kept asking herself.
The costume was a pair of gold slippers with gold sequinned hot-pants. She placed all three pieces on the floor and slipped into the thin shoes. Then the pants came up her legs, over the meaty thighs and around her waist. "Well, uh, how do I look?" His eyes were running up and down her entire body.
"You look just fine, except one thing. You seem to have overlooked something!" His eyes were glued to the cups of her bra.
Henry moved close to her. Judy looked down and noticed what he had meant. She smiled sheepishly and reached back to unfasten the straps, when he spoke up. "Here, Miss Franklin, let me get that for you!"
He was behind her, with his warm hands on her back. His breath made her tingle, much as Gibb's fingers had the night before. She started shivering.
"Relax, Miss Franklin, relax!" One, two, three. He had her undone. Now his hands were moving down to the base of her back and up again. The fingers were like spider legs crawling up her trembling flesh. Stopping at her shoulders, they began wiggling the straps of her brassiere down, down, down.
Judy was so terribly embarrassed and frightened, but quickly melting under his touch. She wanted to fight, to scream out and run from the room, but it felt good and tingly and she was giving in.
"Lay down, Miss Franklin!" There was something almost hypnotic about his voice and as hard as her heart protested, her body wanted to be mastered by him.
like some sort of robot she lay on the floor, her whole body trembling with helplessness. "Ken..." She wanted to stop him, but he knew what she really wanted and when the time was right, he would give it to her.
"Your pants, Miss Franklin. Slip them off!" He was standing over her like a warrior-king of the universe. Try as she did to look no, her face had yes, yes written all over it. Lifting up her firm ass-cheeks she slid the pants halfway down her legs, then wriggling kicked them off. "And the panties!" They quickly came off, sliding down, next to the gold pants. Her trembling fingers moved under her head. She closed her eyes, waiting for his next move.
Ken took a seat on the sofa beside her, thinking to himself, You haven't lost the touch, kid. Look at her! Ten minutes ago she came in here frightened. Now she's ready to throw herself at me like a woman in love! That, in fact, was the secret of Ken's success. He knew women and he knew their wants. He knew they fell at the feet of men who were masters. Most importantly, he knew the words 'I love you' could open any door and he used them freely.
The girls at the Showcase worshipped Ken Henry and each one thought he loved her. At least, that's what he had told them all. In return, they did his bidding, performing acts they would never perform for another man. He had told them all. In return, they did his bidding, perform-under his spell.
Ken reached down and stroked the palm of his hands over her thrusting tits. Judy shivered delightedly. Her nipples rose up into hard little peaks. She moaned lightly as the current of heat ran through her body.
Then his right hand palmed over the smooth skin of her belly. The muscles rippled under his touch. Her whole body tensed as his fingertips glided down to her dark pubic hair.
He was savoring her pleasurable nervousness. Leaning down and dropping to his knees, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the forest of her cunt as he chewed the rocky knob.
He was softly stroking the lips of her twat without actually touching the opening itself. Judy could feel the deluge of oils stream from her inner glands and soak her pussy in a hot wetness. She was like jelly inside. Her belly quivered and tightened, waiting for the thrill of his finger.
"Ken ... oh, Ken. Anything. Do anything you like. I'm yours, Ken, yours!" Her voice was thick, her whole body an erotically tuned machine. His teeth were biting hard on her tit nipple. The left hand was over on the other tit pinching the firm knob between his fingers.
"Please, Ken ... please! Anything," she begged.
He sat up and looked down at her straining frame, then looked down at the mossy bush afire between her thighs. He drove his fingers in, sending her into a frenzy. He watched the heated gash grab for his entire hand. But he was in no hurry. He would touch her in his own sweet time, and by then she would be absolutely his. She would be ready to do everything he asked. She would make promises and mean them.
For two or three minutes, Judy lay there responding to him, going higher and higher on her erotic plain. Her ass was jumping up to his delving fingers. "Love me, Ken. Use me ... anything you want! Anything!" She was going crazy.
Then he shocked her, pulling his fingers out, grabbing hers and jamming them in her own box. Her eyes opened in startled surprise. "Keep it hot for me, please!" Ken was standing again and undressing himself.
A few moments later he was down again. He pulled her drippy fingers away. "Here, Miss Franklin, hold this!"
Judy reached out to her side and a dreamy expression of pure delight covered her face. His prick was resting in the palm of her hand. She started to play, pulling it out and pushing it back; jerking it wildly. Then he gripped his own tool, pulled it away and eased himself down on the carpeting next to her.
"Come over here, Miss Franklin!" Soon she was straddling him. He took his stiff cock and inserted it just inside her cunt lips. Judy could feel them spreading wide open to close over the hardened end of his hot prick. Her eyes shut tighter; her voice gagged in her throat. It was agony for her to feel her pussy just barely clasping the cherry end of his meat. She wanted it all, but he was holding her there steady, teasing.
Gripping her wrists and moving them up to his shoulders, he lifted his ass off the floor slowly. Judy's eyes seemed to go out of focus. It was utterly marvelous having his thick hot stem finally plunging into her belly. "OH, KEN ... MORE, MORE! GIVE ME ALL OF IT, PLEASE! OH GOD, PLEASE!"
Ken began to withdraw from her oozing slit. He pulled her down hard and spread her legs wider apart. Her tits crushed and melted against his chest. He could feel the heat of her flooding liquid come streaming over his cock and nuts. She was gripping his shoulders and gasping.
Then she really went insane. He started back in, screwing deep up into her, slowly thrusting in and out. "OWWWW, MMMMM. OH GOD, YES, YES, THAT'S IT! OH GOD, KEN ... YES, YES, MORE!" HE HAD HER IN A SHEER STATE OF ECSTASY. "MORE, MORE, YES! GOD, OH GOD!" HIS HANDS GRIPPED HER ASS TIGHTLY AS HE PUSHED HIS PRICK DEEPER AND DEEPER.
His lips moved close to her ear. "Judy, I love you!"
They were the words Judy had been dying to hear for so long, and though they weren't coming from the man she truly loved, they were from a man who was loving her; thrilling her eager body, and they drove her to orgasm.
"I love you, Ken!" With that, she stiffened and screamed, shaking wildly on his cock. And Ken was coming too. At her electrifying peak, he shot his red-hot load into her, again and again. Her screams were deafening, her body more spastic. For a few burning moments she was in another world.
They lay there on the floor for some time, wrapped in each other's arms. "Oh, Ken, I'm so confused!" He stroked her long, lovely hair and tried to give her comfort. He couldn't afford to lose her now.
"That's the way love is, honey. Together, we'll find the answers to all your questions." Judy smiled and snuggled closer. There was no way she could know how he was planning to use her, not only for his own kicks, but for the kicks of his more exclusive customers as well.
"Hey, baby, we'll be opening up in a few hours and people will be pouring in here pretty soon. Let's get ourselves together!"
He was on his feet and helping her up. They stood facing each other for a moment, locked in a warm embrace. Their lips locked. Their tongues met, dancing furiously in their mouths. In half-an-hour's time he had gotten a total stranger to swear her love for him. He had done it again. Ken Henry was feeling very proud of himself.
Ken walked to the main door of the office and snapped the big lock into place. "Hey, honey, I don't even know your first name!"
Judy was beaming at her new lover. "It's Judy." He took her gently by the hand and together they moved to the door on the other side of the huge desk. He opened the door and Judy looked in on the most beautiful bathroom she had ever seen. There were gold fixtures everywhere, thick purple carpeting on the floor and a tub big enough for a dozen people.
"Listen, Judy, I have to make a few calls. Why don't you draw a nice warm bath, jump in, and I'll join you in a few minutes."
Judy was turned on again at the thought of bathing with her new lover. She hurried in to prepare the bath, while Ken cautiously moved to the desk, sat down and grabbed the phone.
"Hello! Mr. Hirsch? This is Ken Henry at the Showcase." His voice lowered to a whisper. "Mr. Hirsch, I think I have just the girl you were looking for. Her name is Judy Franklin. She's young, beautiful and just about the wildest little thing in the world. How would it be if I were to bring her by after closing tonight? Fine! We'll see you then sir. Goodbye!" He replaced the receiver, leaned back and grinned. He could hear Judy whistling merrily in the bath unaware of what he had planned for her to do that evening. But why think about it now? It was time for some watery fun.
The tub was a good four feet wide and quite deep. Judy was stretched out in the sudsy water, her long blonde hair piled high on the top of her head. Ken stood in the doorway for a moment watching her. She was, in one way, very cute like a tiny child; in another, a sexy hunk of grown woman. The foamy suds clung to her body like a tight gown, showing just enough tit to turn him on all over again.
"Mind if I join you?" Judy looked up at him and extended her moist arms. "I thought you'd never get here!"
He slid into the warm water, placing his feet against hers. They stared into each other's eyes. Just being in there with the wild, young piece of ass was bringing life back to his wet cock. She couldn't see, but he was hot for more of her agile pussy.
Pushing his legs under hers, he began sliding in on it. His toes slid under her buttocks and around her back where they locked securely. They were nose to nose now and Judy could feel his nervous dick waiting outside the door of her box. Suddenly Ken reached over to the side of the tub and grabbed a bar of soap. He rubbed her arms, back and shoulders into a foamy lather. It excited her all over again. Her twat was itching for more and he was moving closer. The thick head of his tool was caressing the lips of her snatch.
"Oh, Ken, fuck me!" The bar of soap fell into the water behind her. Wrapping both arms tightly around her, he guided his hard prick into her hot, watery cunt.
Judy threw herself against the wall of the tub, taking his long prick for the ride. She was panting, throwing her hips up to him. Water splashed furiously around the room. Ken took a firm hold on the rim of the tub and drove himself deeper and deeper into her, using his strong legs to pull her closer with each stroke. She was going mad with passion.
"Judy, I love you!" His whispered words did the trick once more. She screamed frantically, released her womanly juices into the tub. Ken released his hold on the tub and began shooting his milky semen into her gash. Together, they slid down under the water, to enjoy their mutual climaxes.
Several hours later, it was the club's opening time. There was a good crowd, considering it was a weekday, and Ken Henry was more than pleased with the way his new girl, Judy, was working out. She was taking orders, delivering drinks and hustling about quicker than any of his other girls; not to mention the fact that she looked better than the rest. Scanning the occupied tables, he could see that the customer's eyes were all glued to the bouncing boobs of the new waitress. He knew that he had come upon a winning thing with Judy Franklin and planned to get the very most from it. Mr. Hirsch would be more than pleased with her.
Having just taken an order at table number five, Judy was at the bar, "Frank. I need a Manhattan and a Scotch and water!" The old bartender nodded and turned to prepare the drinks, when one of the other girls sidled up to her. "Hi. My name is Marti. Say, you really know what you're doing out there!" Judy smiled at her. "I'm Judy, and thanks! It's not so hard when you get the hang of it!"
Marti was Spanish, with long black hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. A tiny little girl, her tits were no match for Judy's, but they stuck almost straight out, like sharp little daggers making her body most appealing. Her miniature features gave her the look of a tiny doll.
The dark little girl was pointing to Ken Henry's table. "I know you had an interview with Ken, and I suppose he told you all about me. I just don't ever want you to get the wrong idea about him. I mean, you and I can be great friends as long as you don't ... "
Judy's drinks arrived and there was no time to continue the conversation. "Excuse me, Marti, I've gotta run! Let's talk some more later. Okay?" She scooped up the tray and was off to serve her customers. Marti's words had started her wondering. What did she mean? Oh well, she could find out later.
The band had started their last number. Judy surveyed the tables she was assigned to. People were beginning to leave and they were leaving happy. She couldn't help but feel proud of her first night's work. There was the $20.00 she had collected in tips plus numerous compliments on her appearance and capability. Her eyes glanced around the room, stopping on table number one, where her new boss and lover sat smiling. He was motioning for her to come over. Judy winked and started shuffling around tables to get there.
"Judy, you've done just fine tonight. I've gotten a number of nice reports from the customers and I can't tell you how proud I am of you!" She returned his warm smile. "I do everything better when I'm madly in love with someone!" Ken reached over and pulled out a chair, motioning for her to take a seat. The moment she sat down his face grew serious.
"Do you remember this afternoon, Judy, when I told you about how all the girls do some special work for our more special customers and friends? Well honey, after watching you tonight, I think you're ready for one of those special jobs!"
Judy was more than mildly curious. "What kind of job is it, darling?"
Ken was growing nervous in his seat. "Well, honey, you know this place is backed by some very influential people in town. I mean without their financial help I never could have made it. And because I may need their help in the future, it's important that I keep them happy at all times, in every way possible. And that's where you and the other girls come in. You see, you all help me keep them happy. For instance, there's a certain backer, a Mr. Hirsch, who's very important to me. You could help me by giving him a little of your time tonight. What do you say, baby?!
Judy was stunned and hurt and angry, all at once. "Are you asking me to go down for this influential friend of yours? Oh, Ken how could you? I thought you loved me!" The tears were starting to come, making him all the more nervous.
"I do love you Judy, more than you know, and if I wasn't so indebted to these people I would never ask it. It's just a favor I'm asking you to do for me. It won't change anything between us, baby. I'll always love just you. Besides, Mr. Hirsch will treat you real nice. I've told him how much you mean to me!"
He had fooled her and suddenly she was ashamed she had protested. "Well, if it will really help you darling, alright. Just keep telling me you love me, and I'll do anything you ask!"
Ken breathed a deep sigh of relief. She was his and she was hooked, just like all the rest. Judy was another puppet on his string.
Half an hour after the Showcase had closed, Judy was sitting outside in Ken Henry's imagine black limousine, as he had requested. It was such a luxurious car. Judy wondered, just how much did Ken owe these people. A moment later, Ken came out through a side door, locked it and slid into the front seat beside her.
Without a word, he turned and covered her mouth with a long, sensuous kiss; gliding his tongue past her teeth to the back of her mouth. She sighed, wishing he would take her back into his office and slip it to her again. But then it was over. His lips released hers. He swung around and started the engine. "I just called Mr. Hirsch and he'll be expecting us. Better get on the move!"
Judy settled back as the car began to move. Her thoughts were of her husband, Bob. How would she break the news of her love for Ken? Could she? It was all so confusing. Everything was happening so fast.
The limousine pulled into a long private drive. Several minutes later it came to a stop before a huge, palatial estate. Ken left the engine running. "Well baby, here we are. Be extra nice to Mr. Hirsch and you'll be doing us both a favor. Incidentally, one of his people will drive you home afterwards. I'll see you at the club tomorrow night." He turned and kissed her again, quickly this time. Then she stepped out, shut the door and listened, as Ken disappeared into the darkness.
There must have been a hundred steps up to the front door of the mansion. With each one, Judy was less and less sure about what she was doing. Finally, standing before the huge wooden doors, she was tempted to turn and run. Her love for Ken made her pick up the heavy brass knocker and let it drop. Moments later, the door opened. She was facing a stout little man, in his middle or late sixties.
"Ah, you must be Judy Franklin. Won't you come in, please!" Cautiously moving past the big man, Judy walked into a wide hallway.
"My name, as you undoubtedly know, is Jerome Hirsch. I've been quite anxiously expecting you!"
Jerome Hirsch had a growling voice, and Judy guessed him to be either some sort of political figure or a gangster. He was several inches shorter than she, dressed in a silk smoking jacket and velvet trousers. A long cigarette holder dangled from his left hand; a martini held in his right. Except for a fringe of hair on the sides of his wide head, he was completely bald. Judy stood studying him apprehensively and he could sense her fear.
"Now, now young lady. Relax! I really don't bite. Come in and have a drink. You'll feel much better, believe me!"
They moved to the den, with its rich furnishings. Judy quickly took a seat in a tall-back chair. Hirsch moved behind the bar and fixed a tall Scotch for her. She wanted desperately to call Ken and have him come and take her away from this fat old man, but remembering his request she resigned herself to doing as Mr. Hirsch requested.
He was coming over to her now, handing her the drink in his diamond-studded hand. "In case you're curious, Miss Franklin, I made my fortune in plastics. I am quite respected in business circles. Several years ago my wife passed away and I have been terribly lonely ever since. That's why you are here. With all my money, I am most unhappy and desperately need companionship, but I suppose all these things are unimportant."
Judy couldn't help it. She was suddenly feeling sorry for this lonely old man. He seemed to have everything, and yet really so little. Taking the drink, she lifted her free hand and wrapped it around his chubby fingers. "I know how it feels to be lonely, Mr. Hirsch and I'll do everything I can to cheer you up!"
"I ask very little of you, Miss Franklin. If you could simply stay for a few hours and talk to me, that would do me a world of good!" His big droopy eyes were sad and she was moved, feeling a strange affection for him.
"I'll do better than that, Mr. Hirsch. Take me to your bedroom and I'll make you feel young again!"
He lifted her from the seat with great ease and carried her from the. room. Judy watched as they went up a long spiral staircase, down another long hallway and into the lush master bedroom. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Miss Franklin!" He put her down gently.
Hirsch was like a big, fat machine, waddling over to the huge four-poster bed and with a thud fell back onto it. He untied his imagine jacket, carefully folded it and laid it upon the night table. Judy could see now just how overweight he actually was, and the thought of pleasing him didn't exactly leave her thrilled.
She began stripping; first the coat and blouse, then the shoes and pants. She stood over him in bra and panties while his eyes widened in excitement. She slid the lacy panties down to the floor, stepped out and unhooked her bra, letting it fall.
Hirsch let out a few animal grunts as his stubby cock began to slowly rise between his thick legs.
Judy mounted him, planting a wet loving kiss on his big lips. She could feel the hardening bulge press into her belly. Hirsch was panting in her mouth. His cock, thick and firm, was swollen now with lust. She wondered if the poor old guy had any sex since his wife died. Probably not. She would make it extra nice for him. She pushed herself up from him.
"Would you like to take a good close look at my tits?" She watched as his large hands covered her hardening white orbs. He was squeezing the flesh; kneading, rubbing and massaging with both hands. Then one slid down and she winced as she felt two stiff fingers ram into the warm wetness of her cunt. She was juicing all over them. His big fingers hurt a bit, but gave her more pleasure than pain. He had three fingers in her now and was using them in strange movements that widened her hole and increased her excitement. She began to lunge forward with his strokes, as little high-pitched yelps jumped from her throat.
He was staring at her intently, waiting to know if he dare proceed any further or if he had already gone too far. She saw the doubt in his expression and quickly reached under her stomach, grabbing his thick hunk of male meat. She rubbed the great tool in the palm of her hand, massaging it with almost loving affection. She could feel his sturdy loins arch as the tremor of excitement ran through him. Her invitation to him was far from subtle.
Judy was panting now as his eager wet mouth sucked her tits. He was slobbering his wet saliva all over the nude orbs, as she moaned louder, spreading her legs wider for him to settle his heavy prick between. She felt the big dick slap against then rest on her hairy mound.
Reaching down with two fingertips, she pressed the long shaft downwards until the bulbous head slithered into her gash. The moment the hot knob parted her cunt lips, she raised her hips. It was the thickest thing she had ever felt. Deeper and further he drove the rod until she wondered if he would ever get it all in.
Hirsch was panting heavily. His head fell forward and his open mouth met hers. She parted her lips quickly as his hot tongue, also thick, jammed into her smallish mouth. His thick cock, meanwhile, packed and stretched her cunt. No wonder he had used his fingers to enlarge her twat before going in. His every movement had her grunting and gasping for breath. Her eyes were shut tight. No man could ever give more cock than she was getting from Mr. Hirsch. She wanted to give him a little extra something.
Sliding off of his throbbing meat, Judy moved down between his legs until she was practically kneeling on the floor. Then she began crawling up to meet him. Just when she was inches away from his prick, Hirsch swung his legs around her back and held her to him in a vice-like grip. She reached up and took the massive tool in the palm of her hand. It grew even harder as she massaged its shaft, pushing back the big flab of foreskin below the head. Then her lips moved in, kissing the bulbous head in tiny circles, licking the salty juices she had poured all over it.
The lips went further, taking the entire head into her mouth; scratching the base with the chewing motion of her teeth, while her tongue began lapping up the long stem.
The big man's movements were growing frantic. He began bouncing all over the bed, whipping her head in all directions, letting out bellowing coughs and grunts.
She took him further, swallowing the whole of his cock; gnawing, licking, blowing, sucking the huge tool. Her right hand came into action. It reached up and grabbed the man's balls, sack and all. She squeezed the nuts harder and harder. Hirsch was ecstatic. The whole bed shook with his jerks and jumps. She squeezed harder, banging the big nuts together, splitting them apart, and banging them together again.
He couldn't take anymore. With a mighty leap and an enormous grunt, he shot his steaming white load into her mouth and down her throat. Judy gagged on the burning come, swallowed and gagged some more. Soon thereafter, they had both dressed and were down in the den.
"Won't you have another drink, Miss Franklin?"
"No thank you, Mr. Hirsch. I really should be going!" Now, there was something almost warm about the big man standing before her, so pleased and grateful.
"Very well, then. I'll ring the servant's quarters and have a car brought around." With that, he left the room. Judy sat back to enjoy a long last sip of his expensive Scotch. A few moments later he returned with an envelope in his hand.
"Let me show you to the door!" They walked into the hallway and as they reached the door, Judy leaned over and tenderly kissed his forehead. "I hope I was able to please you and take away a little of the loneliness." Hirsch was slipping the envelope into her coat pocket.
"My dear, that was the nicest time I've ever spent with a young lady. I shall always be grateful. Perhaps we could meet again sometime soon?" Judy flashed a warm smile. "Yes, I'd like that!"
The door opened and in walked a sleepy-eyed, well-dressed chauffeur. He stood as erect as the hour would allow. "Madam!" Judy felt elegant as she followed him down the steps to the long limousine in the driveway. Hirsch stood on the steps waving as they drove off into the night.
Once on the highway, she remembered the envelope hidden in her pocket. Pulling it out, she broke the seal. Her eyes dropped at the sight of five one-hundred dollar bills. Ken had been right. His special customers were quite generous. She quietly began to laugh.
Everything was so beautiful. Ken loved her, or so she thought. She had a job she enjoyed, and had some great connections with some very influential people. What could possibly go wrong?
CHAPTER THREE
Captain Robert Franklin's plane, a converted KC-135 Tanker, touched down at Hickam Air Force Base, Hawaii. The late afternoon sky was a deep, sunlit blue as the crew disembarked and checked in at Flight Operations. Bob walked to the cab stand with Lieutenant Doug Mitchell.
"Like I said on the plane, Doug, it was one helluva fight! I've never seen her that pissed!"
Lieutenant Mitchell, a flamboyant Steve Canyon-type pilot, grinned sympathetically. "Well Bob, all newlyweds have their problems. That's one reason why I've avoided that situation. Marriage, that is."
They discussed the pros and cons of marriage on the ride to the Officer's Quarters. After checking into their shared room and unpacking, Doug decided that Bob needed to unwind.
"Look, I know this is your first trip to the Islands. Let me show you some of the sights tonight. We've got two days before leaving for Clarke, and besides, I think you could use a good drunk right now."
"You're on, buddy," Bob saluted. "Where are you taking me?"
"It's the Aloha Club. Have you ever heard of Hotel Street?"
"Nope."
"Well, in Honolulu that's the place where it's all happening!" Bob frowned a little. "Doug, I don't want any more trouble than I've got already. I mean Judy and I have been good about staying out of the hot spots while I'm away, and, well, I uh..."
"Hey, old buddy, old pal," Dough laughed. "I know watcha' mean, but you're with Mitchell the Marriage Mender. I'm gonna take care of ya', Captain Franklin."
Three hours later at the Aloha Club, Bob couldn't have cared less about Judy. His interest was focused on a magnificent set of tits belonging to a girl at the bar.
"Man, I wish to hell I wasn't married!" he half shouted to Doug over the din of rock music. "I'd love to get ahold of those knockers!"
Doug smiled. He knew it wouldn't take much to make Bob forget his wife altogether right now. "Your wish is my command, Captain." Before Bob could stop him, Doug had gone to the bar and returned with Big Tits and her girlfriend. He strategically sat that luscious pair of big mounds next to the Captain. "Bob, this is Lana Thompson and her roommate, Jill. Jill, I didn't catch your last name."
The chesty red-head exhaled a stream of cigarette smoke and decidedly said, "Berger. Jill Berger."
"Girls, this is Bob Franklin, the Stud of the Sky!"
They all laughed. Bob felt nervous at first, but soon he and Jill were talking with ease. He couldn't keep his eyes off her jutting boobs, heavy with cleavage in her low-cut dress. He felt he was being too obvious, so to break the spell he asked her to dance to a slow number.
They quickly embraced on the dance floor. Her five foot, four inch frame almost merged into his body. He completely encircled her tiny waist with his arm and felt her tits melt against his chest. In seconds she was slowly grinding her hips into his. His prick began to stiffen immediately. A wave of erotic passion swept through him as he began a humping motion in time to the music. Jill moaned very softly and gently bit his ear lobe. He reciprocated by lightly ringing her ear with his tongue. At the end of the song they reluctantly returned to the dimly lit booth.
Doug and Lana had stayed on the dance floor. Jill quickly gave herself to Bob's willing embrace. She ran her hand over his hip and squeezed the bulge between his legs. Without a word she pulled his zipper down. Deft fingers worked there, searching for the hard rod. She wrapped her fingers around her conquest's dick and began slowly pumping him up and down. The warmth and velvety smoothness of his cock sent chills coursing through her. Their lips met. She took her other hand and pulled him closer; her tongue darted quickly in and out, lightly flicking across his lips. Almost teasingly, she avoided contact with his tongue until, finally, plunging it deeply into his mouth.
Bob's head reeled from the booze and from the attention his prick and mouth were getting. Her tongue caused him to suck forcefully, imagining it was one of her tits. Sliding his hand under the table he began rubbing the soft skin inside her thighs. She moaned and ran her dripping tongue back and forth across heated lips. Moving her leg, he came into contact with the clinging crotch of the girl's panties. It was wet already from her juices. He pulled the cloth aside and flicked his fingers up and down the sides of her pussy. Jill spread her legs in invitation, but Bob wanted to work on her a little more. He dropped his hand into the front of her dress. Roughly forcing his fingers under the massive cup, he pinched her already taut nipple. Jill cupped his pendulous balls while scraping his foreskin with her fingernail.
Bob lost all control. He jabbed a finger into her cunt. She was soaking wet, and the insertion made her twitch with passion. After probing for a minute, he wedged another finger in, and then a third. Jill was almost throwing herself off the bench. She was undulating her hips, frigging herself on Bob's busy fingers. Bob could see and feel that his nuts were starting to contract and pulsate.
"Honey, I don't want to waste this all over the floor," he whispered hoarsely. "Isn't there someplace we could go?"
"I've got an apartment, but God, Bob, I don't want you to stop!"
"Jill if we don't stop pretty soon, I'm gonna give these people one helluva show!" He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and kissing her lightly removed his hand from the cup of her bra. "It's going to be a minute before I can zip it up. I don't want to walk out of here with a hard-on. They both laughed lustily as Doug and Lana slid back into the booth.
"Captain, old pal, my first true love has come up to me with a great suggestion."
Lana giggled. "Don't you mean that you've come up with something big, Dougy Wougy?"
"Hush dear Lana Baby." Doug leaned towards the Captain and asked, "How about the four of us heading to the girls' apartment for a nightcap?"
"Lieutenant, lead the way, And, that's an order, boy!" In his excitement, Bob almost got out of the booth before remembering his zipper. With a boyish grin, he reached under the table to zip up, then led the procession to the parking lot.
They all piled into Lana's GTO. The apartment was only a few minutes off the strip, but Jill didn't like to waste even a few minutes. Bob sat in the back seat and Jill quickly stretched out, placing her head in Bob's lap. She had his limp tool in her hand in a flash. She quietly kissed all around the pink-colored knob. As the hunk of meat started to swell, she turned to lie on her stomach and took all eight inches into her mouth. Bob's head fell back in ecstasy. The slow movement of her mouth along the shaft of his cock was sending him into orbit.
When they arrived at the apartment, Jill told Lana to give Doug a tour of their pad. As soon as the other couple left the car, Jill returned to her task. "I just love to suck dicks," she cooed to Bob. "You don't have to do a thing." Pulling herself to a kneeling position, she attacked the massive root. Her entire body was rhythmically moving up and down as she drew the prick deep into her mouth, then letting it slide back out. Bob's ability to hold his orgasm in check was rapidly failing. Jill lowered her mouth to his weighty balls and carefully encircled one tenderly with her lips. While rolling it around in her mouth she pumped the rock-hard staff with her hand. In a moment Bob's breathing became raspy. Jill could feel his nuts straining to unload their wad. Seconds before he would have shot-off all over her face, Jill resumed sucking him to the base of his cock. His violent orgasm sent the creamy liquid shooting into her mouth. Jill swallowed again and again to take all of his load. When he had finished, she continued to suck out the last, final drops of the milky come.
"God, you sure don't waste any time," Bob said as Jill licked her lips dry.
She smiled and began gathering up her things to go into the apartment. They walked in to find Lana behind a living room bar. Doug was seated on a sumptuous, white leather sofa. "Hey, what are you two drinking?" Lana called out. They put in their orders, then Jill excused herself to go to the bathroom. Bob sat next to Doug.
"This place looks like a palace," Bob whispered to Doug.
Doug nodded his head while gulping down a mouthful of Southern Comfort. "That's just what I said to Lana. The two of them work as secretaries, but it seems that Lana's old man is filthy rich, back in the states, and he sends her a bundle each month."
"That's right, honey." Lana purred, handing Bob his drink. "My little ole' sugar daddy loves his babykins."
Jill had finished straightening herself out, and sat beside Bob. They clinked glasses in a mock toast, then Bob leaned close to her ear. "So, you're a kept woman, huh?" Jill recognized the tone of sarcasm and wasn't offended. "How'd you guess?" she asked innocently, and then her mood changed. "You'll see how kept I am. Lana orders me around like a goddamn slave!"
Bob watched her take another pull on her drink. What had she meant by that? But, Lana answered his question soon enough. She jumped from her spot next to Doug.
"I don't want to play games!" she announced with a glassy look in her eyes. "Come here, Jilly! Let's show the boys what we can do without 'em, then we'll show 'em what we can do with 'em."
Jill had a here-we-go-again look on her face as she put down her drink. Standing a bit uneasily from all the booze she had consumed, she stepped over to where Lana was waiting for her. Lana quickly wrapped her arms around the red head's voluptuous body. Jill couldn't resist her at all. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and both men could see their tongues rapidly darting in and out of each other's mouth. Lana pulled away then, and started unhooking Jill's bra. In a second or two, two perfectly shaped tits were bare to the eyes of the men. The nipples were jutting out in excitement. Lana slid Jill's panties down her legs, then turned to Bob and Doug, pulling Jill around.
"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet the real Jill Berger,"
Lana boomed in an announcer's voice. "As you can see, she is the real red head of the neighborhood!"
Giggling at her own joke, Lana stripped herself. She was very petite with small breasts and just a wisp of pussy hair. Without any further announcments she drew Jill to the floor where they locked in a fiery embrace. Lana's hands roamed over Jill's curves and hollows. As they kissed, both girls were writhing in the beginning stages of sexual excitement. Lana moved down on Jill, nibbling away at the soft skin on Jill's neck. Jill was on her back gyrating and facing the sofa. Her feet were planted firmly on the carpet, and Bob shared with Doug a delicious view of her flaming red bush. Jill was grinding her buttocks into the rug, and each new movement made her pussy open wider, invitingly. Both men were aroused to fever pitch while watching.
Lana was the obvious master. She brought her mouth hovering over one of Jill's nipples, then lowered on to it with a moan of desire. She plucked at it with her lips, drawing her head away from the boob to stretch the skin taut. Jill panted like a wounded animal, then cried out as Lana's hand found its way to the mound of red hair on her cunt. Jill's legs spread as wide open as they could go. Lana inserted a finger into the dripping pussy and rolled her arm in circles, forcing the cunt lips open. She began to press, with her thumb, on the bud of Jill's clitoris. Jill's legs were twitching uncontrollably. Lana seemed to take this as some sort of signal. She pulled her finger out and then kneeled over Jill's head. Jill immediately went to work eating Lana's cunt. Her tongue darted up to the girlish-looking pussy and pried the lips apart. Lana settled her ass down on Jill's face and took both her small tits in her own hands. With thumb and forefingers, Lana tweaked her nipples in time with her undulating hips. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as Jill sucked and slurped at the heart of her womanhood.
Bob and Doug exchanged glances. Both were hot and hard inside their pants and unbelievably anxious to join in the fun. Doug finally couldn't stand the confinement of his own clothing. He stood and dropped his clothing to the floor. Whipping off his underwear, he flung it into the air to let it land on the bar. His prick pointed almost straight up. Lana pulled herself over to Doug's feet and began a furious blow-job as Doug removed the rest of his apparel. Jill cried out to Bob to take off his goddamn clothes, too, and come and fuck her. Bob didn't need to be asked twice. He was naked in seconds and laying along side Jill on the floor. They embraced with animal lust. The feel of Bob's ram-rod cock pressing into her stomach sparked and set off an explosion inside of Jill. "FUCK ME!" SHE SCREAMED. "JAM YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT! FUCK ME!"
Her earthy language excited Bob all the more. He slipped in between her legs and gasped as Jill's hand grabbed his root and literally pulled it into her burning hole. Locking mouths in a kiss that almost hurt in its roughness, they began the primitive gyrations of sexual intercourse. Bob drew his full eight inches out to almost the tip, then plunged it in again fiercely. Jill clawed at his back and breathed like a wild woman into his mouth. Throwing her hips off the floor, she met each thrust with a returning one of her own. Bob knew he would be able to control himself. The blow-job in the car assured that, so he let Jill go crazy and time her own peak of ecstasy. It wasn't long in coming. Jill's movements became frenzied as the first violent waves of orgasm washed over her. She moaned and gasped in rhythm. It was building up fast. Her thrusts stopped. She laid there and quivered in the grips of uncontrollable spasms, then screamed as her cunt throbbed and locked on Bob's organ. As the contractions began dying, Bob jammed home his massive joint and emptied an enormous load into Jill's pulsating pussy. Most women would be content with a good fucking, but not Jill. She pulled on Bob's hips and brought him up to her mouth. His prick was dripping with her love juices and his come, and she popped it into her mouth to lick it dry. When finished, she fell back to the floor in near exhaustion. Bob dropped to her side. They settled to watch Lana and Doug.
When Doug had stripped himself bare, Lana continued sucking him off until she was sure that he was ready to blow his load. Then she told him to lay on his back on the sofa. She jumped up to kneel over his mouth. Jill's friend's saliva mixed with her own salty discharge to drip onto Doug's face, but he didn't mind at all. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and buried his face into her hind honey-pot. Lana threw herself forward to renew the meal she was making of his cock. Doug had never seen a girl with such a hairless cunt. It was like eating a virgin pussy and he relished it. His tongue drove into the bowls of her hole and licked in neat circles. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her entire outer lips while his tongue attended to the inside. Suddenly, Lana scooted down a bit on the sofa. Doug knew all the signals, so he pried open her bun cheeks and lightly flicked his tongue over her ass-hole. She almost fell from the sofa with a throaty moan. Quickly reversing herself Lana guided his cock into her cunt and sat on it. He thrilled as she began pumping her hips back and forth, then reached behind herself to insert her little finger in her saliva moistened bun hole. This triggered convulsions in her that drove her and Doug wild. They both came at the same time. His wad blended with her thick lubrication and ran out of her pussy to mat down his crotch hair. She bent over to kiss him, then they both sat up to catch their breath. Doug grinned at the sight of Bob lying spent on the floor.
"Mission accomplished?" he asked Bob in a mocking one.
"Over and out," was all Bob could think to say. The four satisfied bailers shared wicked smiles. Jill took new orders for drinks, then went to the bar with Lana. Bob watched them pad naked across the room, their asses bouncing lightly with each step. He was thinking how Lana had shoved her finger up her ass. The thought of ass-fucking was supposed to be something animal-like, but Bob had always wanted to do it with Judy. Maybe tonight he'd get a chance to try it.
The girls brought them the fresh drinks, but Lana sat next to Bob on the floor where a group of pillows were thrown together. Jill snuggled with Doug on the soggy sofa, wet from spilled booze and come juices. They weren't trying to read Bob's mind, this was their usual procedure whenever they had two guys in the apartment for fun and games. Nobody protested, so they drank and had a cigarette. Within minutes Doug was Frenching Jill and his cock was rising again. Jill said something about her ass hurting from fucking on the floor, so she and Doug went into the bedroom.
Lana stroked Bob's prick and said, "What's your pleasure?"
Bob wanted to come right out and suggest an ass-fuck, but he suddenly felt embarrassed about it. Lana sensed that he was being shy about something, so she decided to start things happening.
"Let's take a shower together, Bobby," she said excitedly, "I want you to go down on me, but I gotta clean out Doug's wad, first."
As they passed the bedroom door, they looked in on Jill and Doug. Doug was straddling Jill's chest with his cock in between her tits. Jill was pushing her tits together forming a perfect fucking grove for Doug's tool. Each time Doug pushed forward, Jill sucked the head of his dick. Man, she wasn't kidding when she said she liked to suck dicks, thought Bob.
Lana led Bob into the bathroom which was lavishly furnished. Sliding, clear glass doors opened on the largest, sunken bathtub Bob had ever seen. Lana started the bath while Bob took a much-needed piss. Yelling for him to come on in, the even-tempered water being fine, Lana slid back the door and stepped into the stream of hot water. Bob followed, closing the door behind him.
After they were both soaking wet, Lana began soaping up Bob's body. She ran the bar of soap over his shoulders, back, and ass, then lathered the suds. Moving the shower-head, she rinsed his backside off, then knelt on the floor of the tub. She washed his legs off. Lana never came right out and told anyone, but she liked ass-holes almost as much as pricks. And, she liked having hers buggered by a big, fat rod, too. Hoping to get this across to Bob, she ran her tongue along the crack of his ass. He'd never had that done to him before. The sensation was weird, but kind of sexy, too. When Lana stood up, he turned to face her. She lathered him all over and paid special attention to his prick. The soap suds were plenty and good lubrication as Lana's hand pumped him off. By the time she'd finished his dick was rock-hard again.
"Now you do me, Bobby," Lana chirped. "Give my cunt a good scrubbin' and do a special job on my ass-hole, Honey!"
Bob looked her in the eyes, and she winked at him. In seconds he had her all cleaned off, except for her crotch and rear end. He ran the bar of soap very slowly around the mound of her pussy. She stood with her legs far apart. He sat down and forced the end of the soap right into her cunt. Running it back and forth along her crack, he cleaned her out good, then she turned to rinse herself off in the stream of water. Turning back to him, she thrust her pussy into his face. The fresh smell of soap mixed with female odor really turned him on. He buried his tongue in her hole. Lana grabbed his head and moved it in motion with her hips. He felt his lips rasping over the protruding bud of her clitoris. She began to gyrate every which way. While attending to her cunt, he soaped his finger and ran it along her ass-hole. Lana almost slipped when she felt him touch her back there. It sent chills racing through her.
"Honey, I need your mouth there, not your finger," she said with another wink. Bob rinsed her big buns, then turned her toward the shower faucets. She bent forward, throwing her ass back in his face, and grabbed the faucets for leverage. He attacked her behind with a passion. First he licked the length of her crack, then rolled his tongue to force it right into the hole. All the while, he kept two fingers jammed in her cunt. With his tongue reaming her ass and his fingers plying the soft tissue of her inner crotch, Bob was sending Lana's passions soaring. She abruptly pulled away from him and stepped out of the tub. In a second she was back with a tube of Vaseline. Without saying a word, she greased his stiff cock, then worked the tube up her cunt. When it was snugly in place, she bent over and offered her ass to him once more. Bob braced himself and placed the root of his tool on the fold of her ass cheeks. He ran it up and down a few times to grease the crack, then took hold of his member and pushed it against her hole. Lana squirmed and relaxed her muscles. With a careful thrust, Bob popped the head of his dick into the brown, crinkled hole.
Lana gasped, then turned her head. "Go real slow, Honey, so's not to tear me up, and you'll get the fuck of your life!"
Bob gently pushed in two inches of his meat, then drew back. By repeating this, going a little deeper each time, he soon had in the entire length of his rod.
"I've got your number now, Bobby boy," Lana panted. "You can go to beat hell!"
Bob began pumping his hips faster. The tightness of the opening surprised him and gripped him like a fist. It felt like a virgin never-been-fucked pussy. The slap of his thighs against her ass reverberated off the tile walls as Lana started groaning and mouthing obscenities, "Bugger me, Bobby! Ream me a new ass-hole! Jam that big cock of yours into me! I love it! I'm gonna come just from your ass fuck." Bob's tempo increased. Lana was hanging onto the fixtures and moving with him, contracting her muscles to grab his rod even tighter. She started swooning, shaking her head from side to side. After getting a good hold on the faucet with one hand, she started masturbating herself with the tube of vaseline.
"Ah! Uhh!" She rammed the tube in and out of her cunt. The sight of her jacking herself off, with him in her ass, drove Bob wild. He fucked away for all the jamming he was worth. Lana let the tube drop to the floor of the tub as the throes of passion and orgasm tore her insides apart. She screamed piercingly in the confines of the bathroom. Bob's huge cock sent globs of come spurting into her ass. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Lana's waist as his spasms died down. They stood there in the stream of water letting their bodies come down from the heights of pleasure. Then, Bob drew his still-hard meat from her ass-hole. He watched as the tiny hole seemed to suck along the shaft of his dork, then spew forth his come. The jizz ran down her leg to mingle with the water.
They tenderly dried each other off and joined Doug and Jill on the bed for a smoke. Doug leaned to Bob and said, "Well, buddy, what have you got to say for yourself?"
Bob stretched out before answering. "Man, I know now why they call this place Paradise!"
"Shit! You ain't seen nothing yet!" Doug shot back. "Tomorrow night I'm taking you to the heart of the Red Light District!"
Jill piped up. "I kind of thought you guys might want to come over here tomorrow night ... "
"Honey," Doug said while fondling one of her tits, "My pal and I don't have much time over here. You gals are the greatest, but we've got to play tourist, if ya know what I mean?" Jill lit a cigarette, to cover the hurt look on her face. Doug quickly wiped away that look with a jab of his finger.
"Okay, hot nuts." she said. "Go ball yourself silly tomorrow night. But, right now, you can concentrate on our bodies!"
The girls left the bedroom to fetch another round of drinks, and Bob settled back with Doug to wait for them to return. Instead of separate drinks, they came back with a full bottle of Southern Comfort. Lana said, "We're all gonna get smashed!" To prove her point she took an enormous pull from the bottle, and then handed it to Doug. After they had passed it back and forth for about half an hour they were all flying high.
"Let's be one happy family," slurred Lana. She pushed Doug onto his back, then straddled his face. He immediately began eating her out. Lana motioned to Jill, who had started blowing Doug. Bob stood by the foot of the bed and started jamming home his prick into Jill dog-style. The four of them seemed to pulsate as one. As Bob dove forward in his fucking motion, Jill would swallow Doug whole. This made Doug raise up and really lick out
Lana's insides, while she played with her tits and bounced on his face. They were so drunk, that they made a game of coming up with different positions. Bob laid on his back with Lana sitting on his erect cock. Doug stood in front of Lana so she could suck him off, and Jill locked in an embrace with Bob while Lana fingered her cunt. Lana then came up with another of her great suggestions. While she fucked with Bob underneath her, Jill greased up Doug and he went at Lana's ass-hole. Lana could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other inside of her. The sensation was unbelievable! The guys took turns thrusting in and out. Doug raised her ass with his adept hands so that she could move on Bob's prick. The three of them kept this up for a few minutes, then Lana blew her top with the wildest orgasm of her life. She almost bit through Bob's shoulder as the convulsions racked her body. The force of the orgasm coupled with the Southern Comfort was too much for Lana. She finally rolled off Bob and passed out into a deep sleep.
Doug had blown his wad up Lana's ass, so he was shot for awhile as well. But, Bob was still going strong. Jill laid down between his legs. She cupped his balls in her hands and kissed them. She knew it would take a lot to charge Bob's batteries after all the sex he'd already had. After a moment's thought, she sat with her face away from him, on his stomach. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed it all over her glistening bush. She wedged his meat up under her cunt lips, right against her clit. By pumping her hips, she neatly masturbated herself on his dick head. Bob was using his fingers to set her cunt burning at the same time.
Jill waited until her groin muscles were twitching with desire. Then, she knelt up and ran Bob's prick in and out of her box. Eventually, when he was covered with her juices, she lowered her head and licked him clean. Then, she started over. Two, or three, jabs in her pussy. Lick him clean. More jabs. More licks. Bob forgot about everything and lay back to enjoy this new thrill. Jill kept increasing her speed until she was bouncing Lana's drunken form up and down with her.
"Let me know when you're ready," she panted to Bob. "I don't want to waste your load."
"I'm ready right now!" Bob hissed.
Jill arched her back and engulfed his cock with her mouth. She didn't draw back. She just sucked with all her might. As Bob's come shot out and down her throat, he pulled her pussy to his lips. A few flicks of Bob's tongue was all it took to send Jill into orgasm. Her cunt drippings were a thick, gooey liquid which Bob lapped up greedily. They locked in a sixty-nine warm embrace until Bob had gone limp. Jill flopped next to Lana's inert body and mumbled something about the best cock she'd ever sucked.
Bob had to force himself to stay awake. He stumbled into the living room. Doug was already dressed.
"I called a cab when you told Jill you were ready," Doug snickered. "You did mean ready to leave, didn't you?"
"Jesus Christ!" Bob fell onto the sofa and began dressing. "If there had been three girls here, I'd probably have been killed tonight!"
"Like I said, old buddy, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The cab driver smiled when Doug told him where they wanted to go. Now he was taking every back street and alley in Honolulu. At least, that's what it seemed like to Bob.
"Ever since we left Lana and Jill last night, you haven't said a goddamn word about where we're going tonight." Bob said to Doug. "What's the big mystery for?"
"It's like this, Captain. You're about to enter into a world that you'll not soon forget. I was brought here by a pimp who I ended up getting drunk with one night when I was in Hawaii, ten months ago. It's a popular place, but not publicized much, if you know what I mean?" Doug was still being evasive.
The cabby let them off on a dimly lit street. Doug was very generous in tipping the driver, then he took Bob by the arm and led him to a darkened doorway. Doug knocked sharply. A small peep-hole opened, and the two men were studied by an unknown figure behind the front door. "What do you want?" a voice asked. Doug replied, "Mrs. Loo's favors."
The peep hole closed, and a huge Oriental opened the door. Doug smiled and handed him a ten dollar bill, and the giant returned a profuse smile. He motioned for them to find their way behind him through the hallway. Leaving them at a door, the hulking man returned to his post.
"What the hell's going on?" Bob queried, nervously. "I feel like I'm in an old Charlie Chan movie!"
"Patience my dear Captain, the mysteries of the Orient are about to be revealed to you!"
Doug rapped on the door, and a woman's voice bade them to enter. Bob almost gasped when Doug opened the door. They were entering what looked like a Chinese temple. Statues, tapestries, candles, incense, all the furnishings were exquisite.
"Ah-so desuka!" an elegantly coiffured Chinese woman said, approaching them. "It is an honor to welcome you once more, Lieutenant Mitchell. And, you have brought a friend to my humble home. Nice. Nice."
Doug introduced Bob. "Mrs. Loo, I would like you to meet Captain Robert Franklin. Bob, the lady before you is Mrs. Loo, the finest madame the continent of Asia has ever sent to our shores."
Mrs. Loo squealed in delight at Doug's compliments and warmly welcomed Bob. She and Doug discussed the past ten months, then the three of them entered a hallway. "Douglas, why don't you acquaint Robert with my home, then tell me what it is you'd like?" She left them, then.
"Are you going to let me in on all of this now?" Bob asked harshly.
"Sure, pal." Doug was hopping with excitement. "This is a house of ill-repute, or to be blunt, a whorehouse. Never has there been such a place! You can get anything under the sun under this roof. This hallway is where the new people are left. You walk along, look through peepholes and pick your own poison."
Doug led Bob to the first viewing place. Seated in a circle were a dozen of the most beautiful Asian girls in the world. Their pussies could be seen through the flimsy pajamas they were all wearing. Doug explained that they could have their own pick. Moving down the hall they saw two women sixty-nining for a group of voyeurs. They saw a man with what must have been a fifteen-year old girl blowing him, two male homosexuals stripping a gentleman to begin his night's pleasure, one man with two girls working on his dick using their tiny mouths, a man being whipped by a masked Amazon, and a Lesbian orgy between a couple of school-teacher types.
Bob was already aroused when they returned to Mrs. Loo's parlor. "You see what you want, Douglas? Robert?" They both agreed to take their pick from the roomful of girls. Mrs. Loo led them into the room and all the gilded girls stood to attention. Doug picked out one who seemed to know him, and they left the room in a flash. Bob felt a little uneasy by himself. He asked Mrs. Loo if she would step out of the room with him.
"Mrs. Loo, I wish Doug had stayed a bit longer. I wanted to ask him something."
"Robert, do not feel embarrassed," Mrs. Loo comforted him. "I can answer any question."
"Well, ma'am, I kind of liked that room where the two girls were with that one guy. Would I be able to take two with me?"
Mrs. Loo showed her flawless teeth in an enormous grin. "Such an appetite, Robert! But, of course! I will give you Ling and Tea Chou. They are identical twins who specialize in satisfying one gentleman."
Bob was led to a suite of rooms where he was told to wait. Doug wasn't waiting for anything! He'd taken his girl, Sue Myoshi, to the room where the two girls were going at it. That scene between Jill and Lana had turned him on all the way. He wanted to see more. The girls had finished their show for the first group of peepers, but as soon as Doug sat down, they started up again. One of them had her hair cut in almost a crew cut. She would be the man of the duo. The other wore long stockings held by garters with no panties.
They kissed passionately. Tongues met, covering their mouths with each other's saliva. Their nipples ground into their chests as they locked together. The smooth olive-colored skin of the woman was kneaded and caressed. Tiny hands slid over her back, buttocks, and thighs. The two hairy mounds ground together, the friction making both of them pant with desire.
The man laid the woman down on a thick throw-rug, then stretched out beside her. She spread her legs and mounted her, their pussies touching. They began pumping and humping each other, hotly kissing, sucking on ear lobes, tonguing mouths. The man raised up on her elbows. Her lover crawled down and took an erect nipple into her mouth. Switching from tit to tit, she bared her teeth and bit the pink buds lovingly. The girl on top was swaying to the bites of pleasure. She then moved to the side of her mate. Starting atop of the forehead, she bathed the woman with her tongue. Licking across the ears to suck the entire thing into her mouth. Running her dripping lips across the sensuous mouth, down to the neck. Licking between the tits, pulling the nipples between her teeth and into her mouth, sliding down to insert her tongue into the navel, then throwing herself into the thick, black muff. Lapping at the cunt like an eager dog, she whispered words of love in Chinese. The women writhed in passion. The man continued down the inside of the thighs, leaving a trail of saliva to the toes, which she sucked on as if they were tits.
When the bath was over, the man left the room. She returned wearing an enormous dildo and carrying a vial of warm milk. Standing in front of Doug, she poured the milk into the hollow balls of the dildo. Then, she knelt between her girl's legs and slid her fingers into her cunt. She used the pussy juices to lubricate the artificial penis, smearing the goo along the shaft. When it was glistening wet, she mounted the girl again and again, and slowly brought the huge plastic head down to the woman's cunt lips. The female partner in this show, wrapped her legs around the other's waist. With a thrust of hips, the thick cock entered the anxious pussy. The two women fucked with amazing realism. The dildo had a small projection that hit the man's clitoris every time she pumped forward. In this way, both were masturbated at once. Their bodies shone from the sweat that came from sexual arousement. Their mouths met in wet sloppy kisses. The woman was tearing at the other's face with her teeth, biting her chin, cheeks, neck and ears. The grunts of coming orgasm filled the room. The woman threw back her head and ranted in Chinese about her ecstasy. As the spasms gripped the girl on the bottom, the man reached back and squeezed the huge ball of the fake dick. The warm milk shot into her throbbing cunt and sent the two of them into orbit. They clung to each other as their bodies jumped and spasmed together.
Doug had seen more than enough. His prick was straining against the crotch of his clothes. He stood and hurried, with Sue, from the room. They entered their assigned quarters and attacked each other. Doug tore a button from her pajamas in his haste. Her small tits were set off by nipples which pointed straight out. Her flat tummy was like a velvet plane of skin, flawless with that Oriental tinge of color. He ran his fingers through her bush, savoring the female scent that assaulted his nostrils. With a flick across her clit, he saw her eyes close in pleasure. He disrobed and led her to the bed. Laying alongside her, he ran his hands over her tits, pinching the buds even tauter. Lowering his head, he took a nipple in his mouth. While she stroked his hair, he sucked the delicious orb. Her back arched to bring the tit more to his mouth. He sucked the delicious jug into his mouth, and began running his tongue along the bottom of it. Lashing back and forth, he brought his tongue up to the erect dot of the nipple. He pushed it deep into the flesh of her breast, then let it spring back to jut out. His hands roamed over her body. Pressing here, caressing there, turning on the nerves of her skin to a fever pitch. The silky flesh quivered under his fingers. He brought his head back to let the tit pop out of his mouth. With a fierce kiss he rammed his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it like it was a cock; biting, nibbling, working her jaws to knead the swollen membrane. She entwined her fingers in the hair on his chest, pinching the soft flesh underneath. Running her hand down his torso, she took a handful of crotch hair and gently pulled it again and again. Doug's tool slapped against her fist. She reached for the base of it and gripped it hard. Rubbing it against his stomach she made him even harder. Then, she lightly trailed her fingernails up his root, squeezing the bulbous root and head. Pinching his pee-hole open she ran a nail across the tender orifice, sending jets of shivers up his spine. With a pulsating motion of her fist she worked the hardness of his cock like it was baking dough.
Doug played with the hair on her cunt, making ringlets of the wiry strands. He pinched the skin of her inner thighs. Gradually flicking up the sides of her pussy, he cupped the firm lips. Squeezing, pulsing motions set her hips gyrating, wanting his hardness where his fingers were. With a gentle thrust, he felt her cunt spread in his hand. She was thick with love oil. He brought the finger to his mouth and licked the heavily scented goo. Rolling her on her stomach, he made her crawl on all fours. He positioned himself behind her and inspected the crinkle of her ass-hole, the gash of her cunt. He ran three fingers into her dripping pussy. She squirmed in anticipation. Grabbing his cock, he led it to the inviting, hairy lips. He ran the head up the gash to stab at her clitoris. A shudder passed through both their bodies. With a mighty heave, he drove his meat to the hilt of her hole. She jumped from the force and heated hardness of the motion. Leaning over her ass-cheeks, he grabbed her boobs and roughly began his pumping motion. Her buns rose to meet his thighs with every jab. Holding one of her tits, he rolled the knob of her clit with his other hand. Her moans aroused him to an even fiercer action.
He withdrew and stood by the darker side of the bed. He made her stand up on the mattress. Moving between her legs, he told her to crouch down and lick his dick. It was tricky, but soon he had his cock inside her again. She wrapped her legs around his back, and he moved away from the bed, with her clinging to him. He was now standing with his cock pressed into her cunt with their stomachs meeting. His prick was jammed into her all the way. They began stumbling around the room, the girl wrapped around him like a snake. He pumped with each step. She pulled away from his cock, then thrust forward again. They were hitting the walls in their frenzy, using everything in the room for leverage for their savage motions. The girl was small, easy to carry this way, and Doug gripped her ass and spread the cheeks wide. He stuck a finger up her ass and she arched away from him, shouting in Chinese. They almost fell many times, but Doug was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He swayed around the room until they were both on the verge of collapse. Then, he threw her on the bed, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and brought her crying to orgasm with deep, powerful jabs of his pud. He came, too, shooting load after load into the eager cunt. She grabbed his head and kissed him passionately for the pleasure he had just given her.
Bob was in his room waiting, when the twins entered. They were absolutely identical. They carried a box covered with carved dragons and gargoyles which they set on a nightstand. Standing before him, they stripped off their pajamas. Two carbon-copy bodies! The same shaped tits, asses, and pussies. They looked Eurasian, though. Their eyes were not so slanted and their jugs were much too big for straight Oriental girls. They never said a word as they proceeded to lead Bob to the bathroom. One of them drew a tub of water while the other undressed him, then they all entered the water together. He was scrubbed from head to toe. The girls feasted on his erect, massive cock. He wasn't sure of the rules, but they didn't mind when he began fondling their tits. He picked one girl and drew her to him for an embrace. The other washed his back. He tasted her tongue with his and caressed her ass under the water. They were sitting cross-legged in the tub and his cock was rubbing against the girl's bush. She reached under the water and grabbed him. With a quick movement, he was inserted inside her. She gave herself to him, grinding her tits into his chest, and locking her arms around his neck. Her cunt clenched his root as it went from the warmth of the water to the even greater warmth of her pussy.
The other girl Frenched Bob's ears with a serpent-like tongue. He started panting fast, so the girls hopped out of the tub and motioned for him to follow. They dried him off quickly, then led him to the bedroom. He obeyed their sign-language commands and stretched out on the bed. Opening the ornate box they had carried in, they took out a bottle of liquid. Rolling Bob onto his stomach, they applied the lotion to his back. It was richly scented. The girls gave him the rubdown of his life. They pounded, kneaded, and pumped his flesh until he was more relaxed than he'd been for months. Positioning him on his back, they continued this process on his man's torso. They never touched his organ, or in any way tried to excite him. When he felt that he was drifting off to sleep, they brought out a weed to smoke. One of the girls lit it and passed on the joint to Bob. He inhaled deeply, held his breath as long as he could, then blew out the residue of smoke. After only a few puffs he was flying high.
Then, they stood him up. One of the girls laid on the bed. The other pushed Bob onto her sister, on his back. Then she began eating his limp tool. In seconds he was rock-hard. The twin he was laying on encircled his waist with her arms. The other straddled his crotch and inserted his dick into her pussy, then laid down on top of him. He was sandwiched between the two of them. Their hips went to work, forcing his eager ass up and down. The grass made his body feel supersensitive. He could feel the one set of tits grinding into his back, while he sucked on the other. The bottom twin's furry cunt was humping after each lowering against his ass-hole. The top cunt was fucking his cock beautifully. His skin prickled from head to toe as his body was assaulted by touches, tastes and smells. His ears were nibbled on, his mouth licked with a sloppy, wet tongue, his ass-hole tingled from the crotch rubbing it. Soaring from the effects of the Marijuana, Bob entered the most violent orgasm he ever had. His hips slammed into the tight cunt above him and beat a rhythm ; on the one underneath him. The twins had to hold on for dear life to keep from falling off the bed.
Momentarily spent, Bob closed his eyes and enjoyed the tiny quivers which shook his frame. The girls let him rest, then went to rolling on his dick again. One of them sucked his balls while the other sucked his cock. Soon, he was hard. He grabbed the nearest cunt and brought it down to his face and began to lap it up. Drinking hungrily, he swallowed mouthfuls of creamy liquid. He felt a cool liquid oil being applied to his rectum. Then, a shudder passed through him as he felt a finger forcing its way into his ass-hole. While he ate like a starving man, the girl between his legs drew his prick deep into his mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, selling her wares and fellating him as he licked her sister's cunt. The heavy aroma of cunt juices mingled with the scent of the oil they'd covered him with. His tongue lunged into the crack. He swirled it around the walls of her cunt, then sucked the engorged lips into his mouth. He pulled the pussy hair with his teeth, watching the gooey discharge wash onto his face. The girl he was eating at once started to come. Her pussy filled with thick cream, with Bob licking up every drop. Her bouncing bush ran across his face. His nose flicked her clit with each surging movement. As her orgasm died down, he emptied a shot of come into the other's mouth. She let it spill out to run down his twitching cock, then rubbed it into the shaft of his prick. She greased him up with his own come, then decided to sit on his dwindling tool. Her pussy was like a hand. It pumped him, squeezed him and stroked him until he was hard again. She gyrated her hips and drove him to a second orgasm within minutes. He couldn't believe his own power.
The twins were impressed also. They kissed his drooping member and rinsed it clean with warm water. A massage followed. By the time they were through, Bob had drifted off to a sound sleep. He didn't hear the door open, or see Doug peering in.
So, Doug had flattered Mrs. Loo into letting him bathe with all the girls. He wanted Bob to come along, but he let him sleep instead. With his arms around Sue, he padded naked into the communal bath. There were a dozen and a half girls splashing in the Olympic size pool of warm water. They dove and squealed with surprised delight as Doug entered. He had a towel around his waist, but they whipped that off him quickly. A few more jumped out to escort him into the water. Before Doug could react, they were forcing him toward the edge. He was engulfed in soft, slippery, naked flesh. The first girls stroked him, kissed him, and tickled him. He couldn't resist and soon went flying into the deep end. As he surfaced, hands were all over him, pushing him back under the water. With a sputter he kicked off from the bottom of the pool and rose like a wounded whale, bellowing and chasing after the nubile bodies. The girls scattered in all directions like a school of porpoises.
Doug dragged himself to the side and watched the hoard of maidens return to their bathing. Most of them paid no attention to him now, but one of them down in the shallow end, was eyeing him coyly. He returned her acute stare and winked at her. She blushed like a schoolgirl. Her air of innocence aroused him, so he dove into the water, and with three powerful strokes was by her side. He stood next to her and introduced himself jokingly. His eyes bugged out when she spoke to him in perfect English.
"How do you do, Mr. Mitchell? My name is Mai Lee. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"What the...! Well, uh, it's nice meeting you, Mai Lee." Doug was at a loss for words. "I'm really surprised. I thought you girls spoke in broken English."
Mai Lee's large, slanted eyes crinkled as she smiled. "I have been especially trained to entertain Mrs. Loo's American clientele." As she spoke, a deft hand began washing Doug's body. She continued, "Many request a girl with whom they can communicate easily."
They made small talk as Mai Lee continued washing Doug's body. With obvious knowhow, she encircled his stiff prick under the water and smiled broadly. Never taking her eyes off his, she slowly tightened her grip and drew the skin over his swollen dick head, then pumped him back down. The swirl of the warm water, formed by her motions, worked on his cock like a whirlpool bath to excite him. He grew harder and harder. Mai Lee's fingers drummed lightly on his foreskin as she speeded up the movements of her hand. Doug tried to embrace her but she pushed his arms away. "Sue is your girl. I do not want to make her angry," she said, smiling. The other girls, including Sue, thought that Doug was merely talking to Mai Lee. But, her hand-job was causing Doug to forget all about the flesh that surrounded him. He let himself drift into deeper water. Mai Lee never lost her hold on his cock. He flattened himself against one of the side of the pool as tightly as possible. With a few more skillful pumps, she caused his meat to throb as gushes of come shot from him to float on top of the water. Mai Lee swirled the water with her hand to break up the globs of white cream.
"English is not the only thing in which I have been trained," she giggled. "I sure hope you will request my company the next time you seek Mrs. Loo's favors." With a surge she was out of the water and tripping lightly to the door. Doug wanted to call out to her, but he saw Sue Myoshi dog-paddling to him.
"Doug, you, me go now?" Her eyes searched his. He thought he saw a note of jealousy in her look. He decided that he'd better help her to save face with the other girls.
"You, me go now?" he yelled. "You, me fucky-fucky, now! You top ass, savy? You make Doug all hot and hard!" He chased her out of the pool and dragged her onto the tile floor. She was struggling to get to her feet, but he knew she was pleased with how the other girls were watching them. "Doug, go to room now? Okay?" She was laughing. "Okay, Sue, you little hot ass! Doug want fucky-fuck, right now!" While the bathers pointed and laughed, Doug threw Sue over his shoulder and carried her kicking from the room.
With a thud he plopped her down and slapped her bare, wet ass on the bed. The sight of her wriggling from the slap gave him an idea. He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her squirming over his lap. The feel of her tender skin on his hairy thighs increased his desire. He wrapped an arm around her waist. Her squeals of protest went unheard as he surveyed the glistening cheeks jutting up in invitation. He gently rubbed the bare mounds and ran his fingers over the crack of her ass. She screamed as his hand came down sharply on the quivering buttocks. His eyes feasted on the slowly pinkening imprint where his hand had spanked her. He began a series of hard, forceful slaps which had Sue whimpering. As she kicked her legs, he saw teasing shots of her black, twitching beaver. Her ass rose and fell with each blow. She was crying by the time he'd finished. He rolled her onto her back and took her cunt in his hand. She was wet with juices, the spanking having turned her on. She pulled his head down for a tooth grinding kiss. While he probed the lips of her pussy, she squirmed beneath him. Her ass was burning hot from the spanking, but the thrill in her crotch was burning even hotter. She ran her tongue along Doug's lips, following the outline of his mouth. He teasingly lashed his tongue out to touch hers briefly. This sent her tongue groping deeply into his mouth, contacting his, then sucking like a newborn calf.
Her nipples were hard knobs straining out from the circle of wrinkled, brown flesh around them. Doug drew one of them into his mouth. The taste of bath water was on it. He rolled the bud between his lips and squeezed it tight. The girl thrilled as a tingle shivered through her body. Her entire feelings centered on the tiny bud being sucked and plundered. Her hand ran down his curls of chest and stomach hair to clasp a stiff joint. The engorged veins of his taut root, anxious and waiting, stood out from the sides of the active shaft, winding around the meat. She traced a pattern on his tool, following the veins in circles around the red, pulsating knob on the end of his dick.
Their breathing increased to sharp, staccato grunts. Touching head to toe, they used their hands, lips, and tongues to raise each other to the peak of readiness. Doug's prick was throbbing with desire. She's hand lovingly caressed it, fondled it, played with it until Doug spread her legs and mounted her. His battering rod fell between her cunt lips. With barely a push he was inside her. Her pussy seemed to clench him like a fist. She was oozing love-juice and he drove his tool home with a passion. Sue gasped as the hunk of meat buried into her. Their bodies entwined and became one as the bed vibrated in time to their gyrations.
Their wet bodies slapped together making sucking noises as they met, then pulled apart. Doug fiercely kissed Sue's smoldering lips. Her nails raked across his back as her hips slammed into his. Sue's cunt tingled with each pulsing probe of Doug's joint. Drops of female oil fell from her box. He felt the oblivion of ecstasy overcome him. Roughly jamming his prick into her, he sped up to coming speed, jerking her on the bed violently with each thrust. Sue let loose a string of small yelps as her insides jumped uncontrollably. The spasms continued, throwing her guts around like loose leaves. She cried out as her hole was full of Doug's hot come. She wrapped her legs around his waist as the grips of orgasm shot through her, leaving her twitching hotly in his embrace. He emptied his load, then gently kissed Sue's face. They stayed in each other's arms as Doug's member slowly wilted, finally drooping to plop out of her cunt. She rubbed the greasy organ between her hands, smiling at the thought that all the other girls were envious of her.
Bob slept for an hour, then awakened to the soft touch of hands caressing his prick. He opened his eyes to see one of the twins in bed with him, while the other one played the Chinese lute in a haunting manner. To the strains of the music, his cock rose in the girl's hands. He drew her on top of him, kissing her roughly. Her flesh warmed him bringing him fully awake. She wiggled her ass to move his dick between her legs, then closed her thighs around the tool. While they embraced, the other twin stopped playing. She spread out on the bed and lowered her mouth to the organ jutting between her sister's ass cheeks. Bob shivered as her wet mouth touched his prick. She licked his pee-hole and swirled her tongue around the top, then sucked the head into her mouth. Moving her sister's legs she blew him, swallowing his cock whole, wetting it with her anxious saliva. When he was drenched, she forced his prick into the hairy cunt of her sister. His dick was engulfed by the mucous tissue of her pussy. While she slowly moved her hips, the root of his cock was licked by the other twin. With mouth and pussy they fucked him. So thrilled was he, that he didn't see Doug and Sue enter the room and quietly sit on the floor next to the bed. In minutes Bob was shooting up wads of come into the girl's pussy. What ran out was eagerly licked up by her greedy sister. She cleaned off his tool with her tongue. They got off the bed after Bob had spent his load. He saw Doug sitting on the floor.
"I didn't know I was putting on a show for you," he kidded Doug.
"Well, old buddy, it was a good show, I'll tell you!" Doug grinned.
"But 'tis time for goodbyes to take place, and for all good boys to head for home. We've got an early briefing tomorrow morning or had you forgotten that, Captain?"
Bob acted surprised, "You mean we came to Hawaii to work? I thought we came here to have a ball!"
They both laughed. Doug added, "It does seem that way, huh. It's a shame to have to mix business with such pleasure, old pal, but Uncle Sam needs our guiding experience up in that there sky!"
They joked as Bob got dressed and bowed low before the twins. They grinned at his Chinese manner. Bob turned to Doug, "I just thought of something. This is a place of business. Where do we pay?"
Doug put an arm over his shoulder. "Cap'n, that's all taken care of. This is a present from me to you. The next time we come here, you're on your own!"
Mrs. Loo bubbled over with graciousness as they walked past the hulking guard and into the cool, Hawaiian night air.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was early Friday afternoon and Judy could hardly wait to get down to the club, to Ken, the man she loved. She was quite anxious to tell him all about the fun and profit of the night before with Mr. Hirsch. Most importantly, she was anxious to be held in his strong arms once more. Perhaps she would call a cab now, in the hopes that he would already be in his office and they could spend some time alone.
Just then, the phone began to ring. "Hi, Judy!" The sarcastic voice could only belong to Susie Allen. Judy wished she had not answered. "Hello, Susie, what can I do for you?"
"Where have you been lately? Last night Calvin was here with another friend and I tried to get ahold of you. Tough break kid, I had to take them both on myself!" Her tone of voice was suddenly cheap and dirty to Judy.
"Listen Susie, I don't want any more to do with you or your friends." There was a pause. Then Susie's voice got nasty.
"Oh, I get it! You're gonna sit on it and keep it warm for Bob again, huh?" Judy was furious, but she didn't care to go into her new relationship with Ken.
"Yes, that's right. I'm waiting for Bob, so just leave me alone, and pass the message on to Calvin and his friends!"
Judy could hear her start to snicker. "Okay, Judy, okay, but I think you're throwing away a hot thing. Just remember, if it gets too hot to sit on and you need a little of that big, dark cock, just give me a ring!" Judy slammed the receiver down, lifted it again and called for a taxi.
It was a gamble, coming downtown to the club this early. She hadn't called Ken. He might not even be there. But anything was better than sitting around the house thinking of Susie, Calvin, Leroy ... and Bob.
She paid the driver and crossed the street. It was nearly three according to her watch and the Showcase looked dark and lifeless. To her amazement, the big door moved under her gentle push. Someone had to be in; probably the afternoon cleaning people.
The interior looked just as it had the afternoon of her interview with Ken. In the distance there were voices. They were coming from his office. Her blood began to race, as she started for the office door.
As she moved closer, she could hear two distinct voices. Who could it be? Was it really any of her business to investigate? She couldn't help it. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Trying not to make a sound, she snuck up to the door and pressed her ear against the keyhole. The sounds were grunts; animal moans, as if two people were lighting or...
Ever so gently she turned the gold doorknob, inched the door open an inch or so and peeked in.
There they were, bigger than life. It was Ken and Marti, the Spanish girl she had talked to at the bar, and they were stretched out on the sofa, hot and naked; wrapped in the heat of intercourse. The girl's hips were rotating wildly as she clawed at his back. Her eyes, in a wild trance were fixed on the ceiling. She was gasping for air, moaning in his ear for more. Ken's mouth was on the hard nipple of her right boob. He was nibbling the rigid peak, driving his cock deep into her tiny slit. "Mmmmmm, Marti, I love the way you hot little Spaniards clamp on to a guy's meat! Oh yeah, baby, work it, work it!"
By now, Judy had swung the door open wide and was staring in painful disbelief. She had been taken for the big ride by Ken Henry, and she obviously wasn't the first. Behind his experienced dick and soft words of love were a pack of lies. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back the tears.
Marti's slender little legs were climbing up his back. They wriggled up unbelievably high before wrapping around his strong shoulders and pulling him deeper into her tight little pussy. Her hips were doing things with his tool, Ken had never known another woman to do. They were like an accordion; squeezing his cock, letting go, pulling it in and squeezing some more. He seemed to be floating helplessly as she manipulated his much bigger body, tossing it about with her muscular twat. "Oh, Kenneth, fuck me! Now, Kenneth, now!"
Judy watched his hips shudder and jolt into her. He was coming again and again, filling her hot box with his milky love. Then he collapsed on her and they both moaned trying to catch their breaths.
Before they could lift their weary heads and catch her in the room, Judy snuck back out and gently closed the door. Tip-toeing across the dance floor, she pushed through the entrance onto the sidewalk where the bright afternoon sun burned her tear-filled eyes. "Oh, I'll leave alright, but before I go I'll show him how the game is played!" She would spend the rest of the afternoon wandering downtown, devising a suitable revenge for Ken Henry.
When the doors opened at seven, Judy was there, smiling at the customers and playing the role perfectly. She had seen Ken in the dressing room. They had exchanged a warm embrace and she had been careful not to let onto what she knew and felt. She would take care of him later.
Ken was seated at his usual table, happy as a lark. It looked like it was going to be a good night. Marti was close to the table, smiling at him, and Judy had to fight off the urge to run over and scratch her dark eyes out.
An hour later, the place was really jumping. The band was hot and the dance floor was crowded with happy couples of all shapes and sizes. All of Judy's tables were taken care of and now was the time to sneak away for a moment. Fighting her way through the crowd, she managed to reach Ken's table. She snuck behind him, bent over and whispered in his ear, "Ken, darling! I've got an itch between my legs that only you can scratch. I need you badly, tonight. Come to my place an hour after closing and I'll put on quite a show for you!" Slipping her address into his coat pocket, she emphasized her need by slipping a warm, moist tongue into his tingling ear. Ken shivered and smiled up at her, "I'll be there, baby. Be ready!"
Ken's eyes and thoughts drifted back onto the crowd. Meanwhile, Judy had one more preparation to take care of. She was headed for the stage where the band was blaring their rock numbers. She stopped in the back, where the bass man, Eddie Clark was playing.
Eddie was one of the four members of the band; all young college kids trying to make some extra bread. The others were Ron Davis, Larry Morton and Greg Walker. like Eddie, their hair was long and their clothes on the scruffy side. They were intelligent young men and possessed all the basic desires of normal, red-blooded men.
Judy got Eddie's attention and he leaned way over so to hear her. "Hey, Eddie, do you guys have anything going after closing, tonight? I mean dates or anything?" Eddie thought a minute, then shook his head no. "Good, good!
How would you guys like to come to a party at my place?" She could see his eyes widen, staring at her bare tits. "Eddie!"
"Oh, yeah, sure! We'll be there. Are there going to be some chicks there?" Judy was giving him a broad smile. "Sure Eddie, me!" Now his mouth dropped open. "Huh? Oh, well, uh, we'll be there right after closing I guess!"
"That's just fine, Eddie! I'll be looking forward to having you all!" The young boy could feel his prick grow hard in the fly of his jeans. Thankfully it was dark.
Several hours later, when the Showcase had closed, Judy snuck out the back entrance with the four band members, climbed into their broken-down old van and directed them to her house. She was smiling to herself; wondering what Ken's reaction would be when he arrived to use her, only to find his four young employees beating him to the punch.
Climbing out of the car, in her driveway, she could hear noises from across the street at Susie's. It was most likely a party with Calvin and company, and all the better. It would be easier to sneak the boys in without drawing unwanted attention. She ran up and opened the garage door. "Uh, why don't you pull the van in here. We've had a lot of trouble with kids stripping cars!" The men pulled into the dark stable while Judy scanned the neighborhood, making sure no one had spotted them coming in.
The four musicians had been extremely quiet during the ride out to her house. Not that the thought of gang-banging her didn't appeal to them, but they had all sensed that there was something more to her sudden invitation; an ulterior motive, and they were a bit nervous. Now, they were cautiously following her into the house.
Judy walked in first, reached over and switched on the living room lights. "C'mon in, fellas! There's plenty of
O A r booze in the kitchen cabinet. Fix yourselves a drink and we'll all get comfortable in here."
The boys crossed the carpeted floor, into the kitchen. She could hear them mumbling to themselves about their plans for her. "All the better," she thought. "If they're as horny as I suspect, they'll help me give sweet Ken the kind of show he deserves." She had been very careful to leave the front door unlocked. Now it was time to get things jumping.
Hurrying into the bedroom, she ripped off her clothing, leaving on only her pink panties. Then she ran back into the living room, put a tall stack of records on the stereo, moved over and stretched out on the sofa, tucking her arms under her head.
There was a few minutes wait before the first, Greg Walker, entered the room. His eyes began to scan the attractive furnishings. Eying Judy's nakedness was enough to send them out of the sockets. He nearly dropped his drink. "Uh, hi there!" Greg was dumbfounded.
"What's the matter, Greg? Don't tell me you've never seen a nude woman before."
He wanted to speak clearly, but the words struggled from his throat. "Uh, oh yeah. Yeah, but never quite like you. I mean, uh ... you've got one super body, Judy!" His wide eyes were glued on her luscious boobs. He couldn't believe what he saw. Young Walker had ass before, probably more than most guys his age, but never anything like Judy, and he could hardly wait. The thought of getting her brought life instantly to his firm young cock.
Moments later the others entered the room, their reactions much the same as Greg's. Judy was slowing shifting on the sofa now, her tits flapping from side to side. She smiled at the open-mouthed foursome. "Well, boys, how do you like the party, so far?"
Larry Morton, the lead singer for the group, was their spokesman. Being a few years older than the others, he had been around more and was much less timid. "We're having a ball, Judy. How about you?"
Judy was studying the four bulging crotches. "Oh, just fine, Larry. I could "use a little more excitement, though. This party's starting to drag a bit."
Larry took that as his cue and moved to the foot of the sofa. Bending over, he gently took hold of her slim ankles. Then, looking back over his shoulders to his three friends, he singled out the most timid of all, Ron Davis, who was all of eighteen. "Ronnie, come over here and give me a hand. C'mon!"
The two boys beside him pushed Davis forward. He was ready to blow his load right then and there. Ron was the virgin of the group and had never seen pussy like this in his entire life. "Uh, what do you want me to do, Larry?" His eyes were on hers and she was giving him the big come on. He knew if he didn't look at Larry he'd come all over the floor. His glance sharply swung to the group leader.
Larry decided to give the kid directions. "Cmon, Ronnie! Take our lovely date by the hands, you dummy!"
Ronnie started towards her with shaky legs. Judy was still staring, but feeling sorry now for his youthful inexperience. "Come here, Ronnie, I won't bite you, unless you want me to." His friends began laughing heartily and it made the boy mad. He would show them all. Stopping short of her hands he took a deep breath, and brought his lips down to her open mouth. Judy welcomed him, opening her mouth wider, sucking his tongue into and against her own. She sighed and shifted again, turning to him. Her hands left the back of her neck to wrap around Ronnie's.
Young Davis felt his balls begin to rumble under the warmth of her kiss. He knew he would shoot his milky wad if he didn't break away from her magnetic mouth quickly. He reached back, took her hands in his and snapped his head back. Their lips parted with a loud smack.
The other three men were growing hot watching and could hardly wait for their turns at her. They were proud of Ronnie and he could tell by their smiles and winks. He, meanwhile, had taken a position at the head of the girl and had a secure grip on her wrists. "What now, Larry?"
Morton removed his sweaty palms from her ankles, dried them on his jeans and grabbed them once more. "Okay, lover boy. Let's gently move our date to the floor. There's more room there." Larry's eyes were on the dark triangle under the panties. He wanted snatch and could almost taste it.
He and Ronnie lifted her over and down to the thick carpeting. Larry was still fully in command of the situation. "Alright men, let's get into our work clothes." He was pulling down the fly of his jeans and the others were quick to do the same. Soon they were all standing in the raw, above her. Judy smiled and eyed their hot cocks, like a housewife shopping for a pound of good meat. What had started as a vengeful lesson, now had her excited and quite anxious for those hot dicks to be inside her cunt.
Larry called to his troops, "Eddie? Greg? You guys take her by the ankles. Ronnie! Take her hands again." The boys snapped into action.
Greg and Eddie took her ankles and spread the shapely legs apart. Larry was still eyeing the crotch of her panties. "Hey, wait a minute! We forgot something." Climbing down her long legs, his hands came on the lacy fringe. "You don't mind, do you Judy?" He was clawing at the silky fabric.
"Of course not, Larry. Lower away." He started back, taking the panties with him. Then, there it was for all to see. Her twat stared at them, winking, waiting for the eating or screwing. Larry was on his knees, turning to the guys at his sides. They were hypnotized by the furry cunt. Their pricks were standing straight out. Then, he looked at bashful Ronnie who had held her hands. He too was hard, but his eyes were clamped shut. He was trying not to have an orgasm this early in the game. Finally, his eyes opened a fraction, and he looked down in amazement at the sight of her pussy.
"It looks like everyone is ready," said Larry. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing. He had eating on his mind and Judy could sense his impatience.
"Get down on it, Larry, get down!" Morton motioned for the others to stand fast as he moved in on the moist slit. "Hold her tight, you guys. Old Larry's about to show what eating is all about."
He slid down onto his belly and crept up to the hairy opening between her warm thighs. He was close enough to smell it and he loved the sexy odor. Taking deep sniffs, he closed in.
Judy shut her eyes and prepared to enjoy the lapping he was about to give her.
like a child examining a new toy, he took his index finger and cautiously pushed it through the dark bush. Deeper and deeper it delved until, at last, it touched flesh. He was at the entrance to her oozing pit. He could hear Judy's breathing becoming labored and anxious. The finger went further, outlining the lips of her cunt; running smoothly up and down, over and around in a slow teasing circle. Judy wanted his tongue. The toying was driving her mad. "Oh, Larry, don't tease me. Eat it! Eat it!"
His finger stopped and began pulling back, away from the wet gash, back through the pubic hair. On its way out, it was licked by his hot tongue which was coming into action. He licked his way through the fur, to the quivering lips and beyond, into the burning hole. He licked and lapped up the hot juices pouring wildly.
Judy's body arched, and her head flew back, grunting into the shocked face of young Ronnie. He was now as hot as Larry, if not more, and bent down to plant a wet kiss on her contorted lips, slipping his eager tongue over the roof of her mouth.
Judy was getting the best of two worlds and loving every wild minute of it. Larry was eating her out like a madman while Ronnie filled her mouth with his probing tongue. If there were more to get, she was about to try.
Breaking away from Davis' mouth, she moaned, "Ronnie, give me your cock! In my mouth, Ronnie. Give it to me! Let me suck it!" He looked down at her face, the picture of pleasurable agony. She was panting, perspiring, begging for it. He was not about to refuse.
His hips shifted forward, over her writhing body. The stiff prick and his balls fell on her face and her mouth was quick to grab, swallowing the young tool completely. Ronnie grunted, leaping forward as her mouth locked on his meat. His hands broke loose of her wrists and his head was now nearly touching Larry's. Judy took advantage of her freedom. She reached up and taking a firm hold on his ass, pulled his cock deeper into her mouth. She was gnawing on his prick; blowing and squeezing, molding the meat with her powerful teeth and smoothing it with the strokes of her tongue.
Meanwhile, the two helpless onlookers at her feet were going insane. Eddie and Greg wanted a piece of the hot action worse than ever. Watching the three of them bouncing madly on the floor and listening to their animal moans was more than they could stand. They dropped her ankles which she quickly wrapped around Larry's back, drawing him tighter against her dripping pussy.
Eddie moved to the top, where Ronnie was getting his first blow-job. Falling to his stomach, he pushed his head under Ronnie's jerking leg, coming up on the erect nipple of her right tit. The pink knob was flying back and forth, up and down; jutting from the massive hunk of flesh beneath it. With one swift attack he had it between his teeth. It felt alive in his mouth as he pulled it in and began sucking on it feverishly. From the new tone in her cries, he could tell she was enjoying it and it urged him on. He bit the tiny peak even harder.
Greg, meanwhile, had decided to remain at the other end, where Larry was slurping away, licking his lips and going in for more of her womanly nectar. With her legs wrapped around Morton's back, Greg found the place he was looking for. He had heard some pretty wild tales in school about the excitement of playing with the anus while making love. Now he wanted to see if they were true. Besides, it was just about the only part of her body that was not being used.
Sliding around to the right side of the group, he reached under Judy's ass, slipping his fingers up the walls of her crack until he came to her ass-hole. His fist was resting just under Larry's chin, and warm pussy juices were dripping onto his knuckles. "I wish I was Larry right now," he murmured.
Judy screamed violently as his index finger poked into her hot anal canal. She had never felt anything like it. The few inches of bone in her butt seemed to fill her whole body. It was wild and unusual and terribly exciting. Her rear began jumping spastically on the floor. Larry figured his tongue-fucking was finally getting to her. Ronnie thought that blowing him had her ultra-hot. Eddie wondered if his sucking on her tits hadn't done the trick. They were right. It was all of them, and now this new sensation; the pressure of Greg's finger wiggling up her ass.
Through the haze of ecstasy, Judy suddenly heard the slamming of a car door in the distance. She knew it could only be Ken Henry coming to collect the love she no longer had for him. Her moment of revenge was at hand.
Ronnie was spilling his burning come down her throat when the door began to open.
"What the hell!" The four boys jumped from her, sprawling all over the floor, on top of each other. Judy lay there catching her breath, milky come dripping down the corners of her mouth.
"Why, hello, Mr. Henry. Would you like a little? If so, you'll have to get in line like everyone else. Or better yet, maybe Marti is still waiting on the sofa in your office. Why don't you go fuck her again, like this afternoon? And don't forget to tell her you love her."
Ken read her message loud and clear. Without a word, he turned and walked to the door, then paused. "I'll mail your wages, Miss Franklin." The door slammed behind him, ending that episode in her life.
The four boys were still in shock and quite confused. Then the pieces began to fit together for Larry. "Wait a minute, I get it. You came on with us just to fuck Mr. Henry's mind for some reason, right? Well listen, baby! You probably just lost us all our jobs. Does that make you happy?"
Judy stared at the ceiling without a good explanation to offer them. Larry continued giving the rest instructions. "Now listen, you guys, tomorrow we'll get to the club early and tell Mr. Henry everything. We'll tell him we had no idea she was up to something. Okay? Good! But now, before we split, let's teach Miss Franklin a good lesson."
Judy was frightened. They all looked so mad. It was Larry talking again. "Ronnie, you shot your rocks, already. Why don't you hold her down again?" The youngest boy once again swung behind her, grabbed the tiny wrists and pinned them to the floor.
"Please fellas, I'm sorry. I just wanted to get revenge!" She had started to cry.
"It's too late, baby," Larry shouted. "Line up behind me, guys!" Greg and Eddie filed behind him. "Spread your fucking legs, Miss Franklin!" She was too afraid to disobey. "Now tell me you want to fuck us all, right now! Go on, say it!"
"Yes, that's right. I want you all right now. Oh please, don't hurt me. I was only trying to..."
"Shut up!" Larry had her shivering in fright. "Say you want my cock, and Eddie's and Greg's!" . "Alright, I want all of your cocks."
"You heard her boys." Larry came down on her, ramming his thick prick deep into her box. Judy's whole body stiffened. It hurt so bad. He began pulling out gently, and she exhaled a sigh of relief. Then he drove it in again, catching her by surprise. She screamed and he covered her anguished mouth with his. It felt nice having her wild body writhing under him and his stiff prick grew stiller.
Then he pulled the long tool completely out of her and looked up at Ronnie. "Ronnie! Get dressed and watch the door! I'll hold our lady friend." With that, he got back up on his knees. Davis released her arms and ran to gather up his clothes. "Now, Miss Franklin, turn over!" Judy fearfully moved over, onto her stomach. She felt his strong fingers on her ass. They were spreading her cheeks wide apart. Then came a sensation one thousand times more jolting than Greg's finger had been. The bulbous head of his dick was pushing into the tight hole. "You'll love this, lady. It's called butt-fucking." The hard cock drove deeper. Judy could hardly breathe. It was as though a thick stake were being driven into her. "Relax, Judy, and it'll go in much easier." She took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles. The entire cock slid up her anal canal.
"Oooooh. Oh, Larry, please be kind. Umph!" It wasn't so bad now. As a matter fact it was beginning to feel almost ... exciting. Now she was moaning, soft and low. Larry figured it was time to help his friends.
"Let's turn over again, baby." This time he helped her, swinging to his right, pulling her over. In a moment, she was sitting between his legs, propped up on his cock, facing the two boys at her feet. "Now, let's lay back and relax." He pulled her gently back onto his chest.
"Mmmmm. Oh, God, Larry! That feels so, umph, so good!" Larry was waving to Eddie, motioning for him to come on in.
Eddie was down, between her thighs, driving his prick into her warm gash. Judy was suddenly sandwiched between them, full of hard cock and in paradise.
"OH GOD, YES, YES, YES! OH! MMMMM. OW! YES, YES, I WANT IT. YES! MORE! MORE!" EDDIE DROVE DEEPER INTO HER AND AS THE STROKES INTENSIFIED, LARRY PLUNGED FURTHER INTO HER ASS. Her twat spurted its flowing juice all over Eddie's cock.
Greg was next, easily sliding into the dripping cunt. A few moments later he had shot his milky wad into her, pulled out and jumped to his feet.
That left Larry, whose prick was sore in her ass after all the activity atop of it. "You got room for one more ride, honey?"
Judy had never known this kind of exhaustion before. She felt like she had taken on the entire Air Force, one by one, and her wet box was aching. "Oh, Larry, please! I'm so sore and tired."
"That's too bad, baby! You haven't learned your lesson yet." He lifted her off his meat, dropping her next to him on the floor. "You've gotta pay your dues, Judy. If we've lost our jobs, at least we'll know we got a good piece of ass for our troubles."
His swollen prick gorged her like a sharp spear. "God, oh God." she screamed. Larry wanted her to beg. "Larry, please be gentle." He plummeted further into the stinging crevasse. "Oooooh, Larry!"
The feeling of his hot come pouring into her had a soothing effect on Judy. She lay there drinking the oily come with her whole body. "Mmmmm, oooh!"
Shortly thereafter the four boys were dressed and moving through the door. Larry held it open as the others silently rushed out. Looking down at Judy, he uttered the painful goodbye. "Thanks for nothing bitch!" The lights went out and the door slammed shut.
Judy lay there, trying to understand what was happening to her life. In a few short days she had made a total mess of everything she had touched. Would she ever know what it meant to be truly happy? Would she ever find out from Bob, the one man she truly loved? Would he ever, in a million years, be able to forgive her for the wrongs she had done him? There were so many troublesome questions, and she didn't know the answers.
She eventually managed to get herself up off the floor, and staggered down the hall to the bedroom. Catching her eye, on the bedside table next to the lamp, was the long white envelope that Jerome Hirsch had slipped into her coat pocket the night before. Inside were five crisp bills; enough to take a confused young woman far, far away from all the problems.
That was it! She would pack her bags and run from all the people, the pain and the doubts that were slowly destroying her. Sure it was the coward's way out, but what else was there left for her to try. Besides, when Bob returned and discovered all she had done, he'd be glad to find her gone.
Flopping down on the bed, she lay there thinking for a minute. Where could I go? Who do I know that could help me? There was one person she knew in Chicago, but it was late. She decided to sleep now and call her in the morning.
"Hi, Linda. Judy Franklin, but you'll probably remember me as Judy Pace." Linda Hopkins was Judy's roommate from college. It had been close to several years since they had last seen each other and though they had vowed to write and keep in touch their friendship had seen time come between them.
"Judy? Judy Pace!" Oh my God! Is it really you? How are you doing, Judy?" Just trying to sound cheerful was an effort, but Judy tried anyway. "I'm just great, Linda. How about you? Are you still working with the airlines?" Actually she could have cared less, but it was conversation. "Yeah, somebody has to smile at the tourists, you know. Say, Judy, I heard you got married. Tell me all about him." There really wasn't time, and besides, she didn't care to talk about it.
"Listen Linda, if you can be at O'Hare at about twelve-thirty, IH tell you all about him, personally. I'm leaving for the airport in a few minutes. Could you put up with me for a few days?" Linda screamed with joy. "For a few days? Hell! You can stay as long as you like. Tell you what! I'll meet you in the old coffee shop, okay?"
Judy told her that would be fine, thanked her for the hospitality, and hung up.
Outside the taxi was waiting. Judy grabbed her bags, opened the door, and took one last look at her home. There was the note she had left for Bob sitting on the coffee table. Her eyes began to fill with tears. With a deep breath, she shut the door behind her and left for Chicago.
The flight was long and uneventful. As the huge 747 circled for a landing, she could see Chicago riding up from Lake Michigan. It was a big, exciting city and Judy hoped it would provide her with a brand new start on life.
Linda was standing at the counter of the coffee shop as she had promised. When she saw Judy coming, she ran out into the terminal to greet her. "Hi, Judy!" The two girls hugged like sisters and, arm in arm, bounced back into the cafeteria for a cup of coffee.
Judy wasted no time in filling her friend in on the whole, sad tale of her married life, and Linda lent a very sympathetic ear. "Judy, it sounds like you've been through the mill, and I'm really sorry that things haven't worked out for you. But, what sort of action do you plan for yourself, now?" It was a perfectly good question, but, unfortunately, Judy had no answer. "I don't know, Linda, I truly love Bob, but I doubt if he'll ever want me back, or even if I'll be able to go back." She was ready to cry again. Linda felt sorry for her friend's gloominess, and sought to cheer her up. "Well! Listen to me, we'll just get the whole thing off your mind for a few months-or weeks-or whatever! Let's go get your baggage. I've got big plans in the works for tonight." Judy straightened up, and the girls were off to the turntable in the lobby.
On the way to the apartment, they laughed and reminisced about those good old days when their biggest worry in life was whether or not they'd pass that exam in history. If only they had been smart enough to appreciate being young and carefree before time had taken away the fun of youth.
Judy couldn't believe Linda's place. It was gorgeous! "How do you afford a place like this?" Linda laughed. "Baby, when you travel as much as I do, you don't have much to do with your money, or time to do it in-so, you spend it on your apartment. Why don't you fix yourself a drink. I want to show you something." Linda disappeared into the bedroom, while Judy walked herself to the bar, and moreover, got a glance acquaintance with the place. Fixing herself a drink, Judy surveyed the pad. Below she could see a huge, Olympic size swimming pool. She was staring into the inviting blue water when the door opened behind her. "Ta-da! Here is the uniform of the evening." Judy spun around to face her friend and her mouth fell open.
Linda was clad in a very revealing bikini, and Judy could see that the past years had been good to Linda. Her long, red hair was down now, falling nearly to the center of her back. Her large, soft tits jutted out from the top of the suit. Wrapped around her meaty hips, was a slender strap of cloth, presumably the bottom piece. It just barely covered her cunt.
"Where are we going tonight? To a strip tease?" Linda smiled. "No, goofy, we're going to a pool party, down there. A lot of the girls will be there, and you'll get to meet some of our ace pilots." The thought of more men didn't thrill Judy, but she didn't want to spoil Linda's plans. "Say, that sounds great."
"Good! Now there's a suit for you in the bedroom. Take it, and slip it on. Meanwhile, I'll make us some dinner, and then we'll go on down to the festivities."
Judy reluctantly walked into the bedroom. The two pieces of her scanty swim suit were spread out on the bed for her. Oh, hell. She had wanted some new scenery, right? Well, this was it.
There must have been close to a hundred people standing around the pool; pilots, stewardesses, ticket takers, and the like. Judy felt extremely awkward as Linda pulled her from person to person, introducing her as a friend from California, on the loose. She didn't mind the California lie. It was the on the loose bit that had her worried. Linda was pulling her to the corner of the pool. "Oh, Captain Greenwood, I'd like you to meet my friend, Judy Franklin. She's in from L.A., visiting for a few days." Judy looked into the pilot's eyes. "How do you do, Captain."
Harvey Greenwood was a veteran pilot. like her Bob he had flown with the Air Force for over ten years; commercially for almost eight. All the air time hadn't hurt him though. For a man in his late forties, Harvey had kept himself in top shape. His rugged physique was clearly evident under his tight-fitting jumpsuit. Were it not for the snow-white head of hair, his handsome face could easily have belonged to a man of thirty. He was at least six feet-five inches or so and looked like he was a Hollywood actor.
"How do you do, Judy. I'm Harvey Greenwood. How do you like the Windy City?" He had a Hollywood voice too; deep and resonant.
"Just fine, Mr. Greenwood. I only wish I knew more of the people here. It's sort of difficult keeping up with a group of total strangers." He was carefully studying her now.
Judy was nearly bursting the straps of her swim suit with her magnificent tits. They pressed tightly against the fabric, half-revealing the dark circles of flesh surrounding her nipples. Her cunt bulged embarrassingly in the thin panties. She was wishing Linda had not left her with this obviously interested man. But Linda had other plans. She had seen the excitement in Harvey's eyes and thought his company would be good therapy for her friend, Judy.
"Listen, Judy," she had said. "Let me leave you in the Captain's able hands. I just saw someone I simply must talk to."
In a flash she was gone and Judy was left facing the pilot who was so wantingly eyeing her. She thought perhaps some friendly conversation would distract him from her tits. "Well, Captain, it sure is a nice party, isn't it?"
Harvey's eyeballs focused on her huge boobs. "Yes, it's getting better all the time." Suddenly, he was nervously looking around the crowd. "Hey listen, Judy! This mob is really getting to me. Why don't we go somewhere quiet for a drink?"
Thoughts of Calvin Gibbs and Ken Henry began to race through her mind. She was frightened. "No thank you, Mr. Greenwood. I'm with Linda." She was very proud of herself. Refusing him was a good first step. Unfortunately, he wasn't about to let her off the hook.
"Aw, forget Linda. I'll bring you right back. And listen, my name is Harvey." It was clear that Harvey was not about to take no for an answer.
"Alright, Harvey, but just one, and then right back here, understood?" He was already heading for the gate, leading her by the hand. "Sure, sure!"
He led her through a small opening in the crowd near the diving board, through the tall picket fence surrounding the pool and out into the parking lot. They stopped at the end of a long, green convertible. "Here's my jet, Judy. Climb aboard!" He moved to the passenger door and opened it. Judy slid in, determined to make the flight a short one. She wished there were bucket seats in the car, so she could keep him at a better distance during the ride.
Harvey slipped in behind the wheel with his right arm up and over the back of the seat. "Hey Judy! Come over here! We pilots get nervous without our co-pilots close by." Judy thought it would be better not to make a scene with him. After all, he was one of Linda's friends.
She slid over a few inches, only to feel his strong arm come down around her waist and pull her close to him. In an instant she was pressing against his ribs. Then his arm began moving upwards and she didn't like the direction it was heading in. His fingertips were just below her breasts; then on top, massaging the soft mounds. Judy quickly reached up and threw the hand away from her.
"Listen here, Mr. Pilot! You said a drink. Let's leave it at that!" The hand let go, swung around and grabbed the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry, Judy. I had no business doing something like that. Let's get going. I know a great little spot. It's quiet and out of the way."
The car sped into the night and Judy was enjoying the feel of the wind blowing in her face. It seemed to be clearing her mind of all the thoughts that had grown stale there. With her eyes closed, she was unable to know that Harvey was staring at her tits, watching them jump with each bump in the road. From his vantage point, the nipples were clearly visible and he was getting hotter by the mile. Then he looked at her long, silky legs. He so wanted to crawl in between them and fuck the hell out of her twat. He couldn't believe a girl built like that could refuse him.
Twenty minutes later, he was signaling for a right turn, and Judy's eyes popped open to see this quiet, out of the way drinking spot. She expected to see a night club of some sort, but saw nothing ahead but a small dirt road. "Where are you taking me, Harvey?"
"Oh you'll really like this place. Not many people know about it." It was long after dark now, and she was quite afraid being out with a complete stranger in the woods, on a deserted old road.
About three miles down the road, the car began to slow. Judy suddenly was tempted to jump and run into the forest, but his arm was quickly around her waist once more and holding her quite firmly to his side.
"Harvey, please take me back to the party." The car came to a stop in a small clearing off the roadway. Harvey turned and looked at her seriously.
"But Judy, I've got a party planned for us out here. Open up the glove compartment!" She obeyed, only to find a pint of Bourbon stashed inside. "Now take it out and give it to me!"
Harvey broke the seal on the bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp of the alcohol. "Here, honey! Try a snort." His grip on her midsection was even tighter now and Judy was afraid to turn him down. She took the bottle, holding it upright as the booze poured down her throat. One swallow, then another, and another, and another. Finally the bottle came down. Judy stared at Harvey as he finished off the last ounce. She had practically polished the entire bottle off. He tossed the empty bottle from the car and turned to her. "Boy, Judy, you really know how to put that stuff away."
Her head was beginning to swim. "Harvey, Lesss go back now, awright?"
"Are you kidding, honey? We're just getting things going. C'mon with me. Let's go stare at the stars."
"No, Harvey, I don't trusss you. I'm staying right here!" Then she could hear a buzzing noise and feel the seat begin to move backwards. "Harvey, I mean it now. Lesss go!"
His arm began its slow journey up her stomach again. She reached down and tried to stop its progress, but by now she was too far gone from the liquor to put up a good fight.
The creeping fingers reached her tits, only this time she did not find them so offensive. In fact, the fingers felt good on her throbbing breasts. The tingle was most pleasurable. She leaned her head back, content to let him continue playing with her knobs. Her head fell with a thud against the seat. "Mmmmmm, Harvey, thassss nice!"
His lips smothered her with a passionate kiss. His wet tongue began sliding back and forth; in and out of her open mouth. The warm breeze was blowing through her hair and the total experience was titillating. She sighed into his hot mouth. With his free hand, Harvey began stripping out of his clothing.
The combination of booze and fresh air was really getting to her now. Opening her eyes, Judy saw the dash board swimming before her. To her left sat Harvey, stark naked and grinning.
"Howdy, Harvey. Whassss happening?" He was laughing at her.
"Baby are you zonked! You better let me help you." Her woozy head hit the dash board. He was at her back, slipping off the top of her suit.
"Harvey! Whasss going on back there?" The sound of her own voice made Judy begin to giggle. She had never been this high before. "Harvey, you know Bob doesssn't like it when I drink."
"Who's Bob?"
"Oh, I guess it doessn't matter who he is. No, isss not really important anymore!"
The subject was quickly dropped. Just then, Harvey could have cared less anyway. He was much too busy. His hands were gliding up and down Judy's bare back, then around her soft waist and back again. Her skin was so soft and warm, and he was so ready. Harvey Greenwood was ready for the big move. "Harvey, when are we going back to that party? Issss getting pretty late isn't it?" The poor chick, Harvey thought. She didn't even realize what he was up to. And it was too late to stop him.
Judy sat back and this time, as her body arched, her suit top, which was merely against her, fell off. Opening her blurry eyes, she saw the piece resting atop the dashboard. She looked down at her naked breasts. "What are you doing to me, Harvey? Whasss the meaning of this?" He laughed again as both hands came to her tits; squeezing, pulling, clutching, pushing the huge hunks of flesh and their hard little nipples. Her head drifted back again as once more his mouth covered hers.
It was clear to her now that Harvey had no intention of returning to Linda's in the very near future. Harvey's tongue and the night breeze made her care less and less about the party each minute.
As he released the grip his lips had on her mouth, her head fell forward. Staring between his legs she saw his long piece of meat now standing perfectly erect. She began to giggle. "Harvey, what happened to your swimming trunks?" Harvey was laughing along with her.
"Don't you remember? I didn't wear any. And now, you're going to join me!" The big hands which had accurately landed so many large jets had now landed, quite accurately, on her soft hips. They were under the pants of her suit, massaging the meaty rolls of flesh. While one continued squeezing, the other slowly moved around to the wiry bush of her cunt. Judy began to sober up quickly.
"Hey listen, Harvey! I don't mind a little playing around, but I won't..." Before she could utter another word of reprimand, Harvey closed her angry mouth with his, sliding his tongue clear to the back of her throat. Judy leaned back and moaned. She could no longer fight off his bold advances, she no longer wanted to.
His fingers were playing in her pants; burrowing through her pubic hairs, stroking the warm lips of her twat. Then they would stop and the wide palm of his hand would come into play, pushing down firmly just above her hairline in a rotating motion. Judy's breathing became little grunts of pleasure, turning Harvey on all the more. Her hot bursts of breath blew into and down his throat, while his tongue explored the roof of her mouth. Judy was loving it.
Suddenly, the hand on her hips had come up and slid around her back, stopping on her right tit, catching the hard little nipple between two lingers. They began rolling the stiff little knob vigorously, making it stand out all the more erectly.
The hand on her cunt went on to better things. While the palm kept up the massage, the index finger came down to the moist entrance to her pussy and began toying with her hard little clitoris. Judy's hot gasps for breath were now accompanied by high-pitched yelps of delight. She wanted it and more. Breaking away from his kiss, she swung her head around and began nibbling on his swollen ear lobe.
"Oh yes, Harvey. Take me! Fuck me!" His stiff cock throbbed with her anxious plea. His finger plunged into her oozing cunt, splashing in the milky pit. The other hand squeezed her big tits tightly. Her entire body stiffened with the new series of thrills, then began swaying from side to side in the seat. Her ass lifted to his dripping finger, taking it another inch or two into her quivering hole. Her boobs putted out, bouncing to the beat of the job he was doing on her. The time was right for Harvey to take his hard tool deep into her.
Without removing his finger from her box, he slowly swung her hips towards him. They came most willingly. Pushing himself against the car door, he positioned the heaving cheeks of her ass on the seat beside him and pushed two more fingers into her wet slit. Judy screamed violently, jerking her back down, until it rested against the opposite door. Her right leg dug far under the dashboard into the soft carpet on the floor. The left leg flew over the back of the seat and locked securely into place. Both arms reached up, over her head, and clamped on to the top of the door. She was ready for him. "Oh, God Harvey, hurry! Fuck me, fuck me now!"
It was all the encouragement the old veteran needed. His hand gently slid out of her cunt with a gush. With barely enough room to turn, he swung his ass, guiding the pulsating prick to its destination.
In a moment he was between her legs, staring into her passion distorted face. His large dick was an inch from her twat; his hands resting under her arm pits on the seat.
"Ask me again, Judy! Tell me you want it. Tell me how bad you need to be fucked. Go on, tell me all about it!"
His teasing was driving her insane. "Damn you, Harvey! Yes, yes! I need it! Please, Harvey, please! Give it to me!" Harvey was loving her uncontrollable need. At his age, it was nice to hear a beautiful young girl begging ... for him. He decided to tease her more.
He moved his cock closer. The big head was lightly brushing the two shivering flaps of her cunt opening. They were reaching out, trying to suck in his meat. Her ass was lifting up high off the seat, her tender thighs scissoring in and out. She was moaning now and her eyes were clamped tightly shut. Beads of perspiration began trickling down her contorted face. Her fingertips were white from the grip they held on the door.
Harvey moved a fraction closer. "Tell me again, honey!"
She couldn't take any more. In a flash, her leg that was draped over the seat came over and down. It slammed into his ass like a huge hammer, driving his thick cock deep into her. Harvey had been caught completely by surprise. His body plunged forward with the blow.
She had his cock now, clear up to his dangling balls, and she wasn't about to let it get away. The leg continued to batter his ass, banging his prick deeper and deeper. Harvey was down on her, stunned by her sudden moves, but loving the way she had swallowed his dick entirely. Judy's hands were all over his back; clawing, pulling him farther into her pussy. She was like a tigress; scratching, kicking, screaming and writhing under his manly frame. As big as Harvey was, her cunt had him at her mercy. It held him tightly, whipping him wildly about the car.
Harvey was having trouble hanging onto his load. He couldn't remember when he'd had a wilder piece of ass. His balls were slamming into her cunt with a thud. His prick was being squeezed by her gripping cunt lips, released a few inches and pounded back in again by her strong leg. She was like some kind of machine; pulverizing his tool, grinding it up, spitting it out and swallowing some more.
Judy was enjoying herself too. Perhaps it was just the strange position he had her in, but it seemed that she was getting more cock than she had ever gotten from any other man. The huge head filled her completely.
His hairy chest was a new sensation, covering her tits like a warm, cozy blanket. His strong arms, which were now under her shoulder blades had a firm, comforting hold on her body. He was all-man and Judy was moments away from orgasm.
Harvey's back arched and his legs stiffened. His hands slid down her back, under her ass, and held on tight. With the next stroke he shot into her. The burning load of come touched off a wave of ecstatic shocks in her body. Her ass jolted in his grip, lifting them both a foot off the seat. She screamed wildly and came down, wrapping both legs around him, as she came in a blinding fury.
He came again, and again. Then he felt the warm flow of her comings drench the head and shaft of his cock. Her ass bolted in short, spastic jerks as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
CHAPTER SIX
The KC-135 touched down at Clark Air Force Base, the Philippines, and taxied to a specially guarded apron of the runway. Its cargo of highly top-secret monitoring equipment was rechecked by the crew. Assured that everything was in order, they shut down the engines and boarded the bus that would take them to Flight Operations. Doug shoved his overnight bag under the seat and sat next to Bob.
"What happened during the refueling?" Bob asked.
Doug shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, they had a new boy working in the boom. He was a little nervous, so we jacked the plane around to meet him. He was off target, the ass, that's all."
Their plane had been serviced in flight, and they discussed the timing of those maneuvers while they rode to the terminal. After checking in, they routinely got a room at the Officer's Quarters.
"Well, are you going to lay Manila on me now, too?" Bob shouted above the noise of the shower. Doug slid back the shower door and shook his head, "no!"
"Captain, I'm in the dark, just like you. I've never been here. Sorry." Doug resumed bathing.
They cleaned up and went to the mess hall for dinner. While they were eating, Doug gave him a rundown of their situation.
"Tonight's gonna be our only stab at Manila, old buddy! Tomorrow we take off for Southeast Asia. We'll be working our asses off monitoring communications. Then we come back to Hawaii for two days. Then home. So, we've got one fling."
Bob showed some concern in his voice, "Where do we look? Just ask some kid on the street?"
Doug's reply was forceful, "Hell no! That's a good way to get bushwhacked and robbed. We'll ask the base taxi driver. Those guys usually know where the action is."
On the ride to the town, their driver suggested the Club Palms for an easy pick-up. With a liberal tip for the information, he dropped them there. It was located on the main drag of downtown Manila and seemed to be doing a good business.
Doug grinned. "If I can't find us a piece of action in a place like this, Cap'n, then there ain't no ass to be had in Manila!"
They walked in and took a booth by the wall. After ordering drinks, they surveyed the place. Two adjacent walls were lined with booths and a sprinkling of tables surrounded by a small dance floor. The bar ran the entire length of the wall opposite them. It was crowded with customers. Most of the booths and tables were filled, but it was too early, yet, for the band to be playing. Within minutes Doug and Bob both were exchanging glances with two girls at the table nearest them. One of them was American, but the other was obviously a very gorgeous native.
"Which one do you want?" Doug leaned closer.
Bob again inspected the spoils. "I'll take the white one. You deserve a change of pace!" They both laughed lustily. Doug went to the bar for another round of drinks. He stopped at the table to check what the girls were drinking. They were eager to make his acquaintance, so when he brought back the cocktails, he motioned for Bob to join them at their table.
"Let's get the introductions out of the way," Doug commanded mockingly. "I'm Doug Mitchell and this is Bob Franklin."
The American girl spoke up. "My name is Joy Thomas. This is Juanita Marcos."
They exchanged brief histories. Joy was an army brat, her father was a colonel stationed at Clark. Juanita worked as a maid in the Thomas home. Joy was exposing her to some no-good night life! The men shot the bull about their jobs, making themselves out to be some kind of spies. The girls were impressed. A short while later the band showed up, and they all danced for about an hour. Bob noticed that Joy came on a little strong on the dance floor. She laid her platinum blonde head on his shoulder and really snuggled with him. Juanita was quickly getting over her shyness as both the booze and Doug's charm worked on her. When Bob had enough to drink, his courage rose. While they all talked, he put a hand on Joy's knee. She kept right on talking, never missing a beat. Bob caressed the silkiness of her stockings, then ran his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh. He saw her shiver a little. When he reached the top of her leg, he drew figures on her thigh, just beneath the crotch. Shivering again, she still didn't protest, so he lightly brushed the mound of hair through her pantyhose. She rested her head on his arm and let him continue. He couldn't get at her cunt because of the pantyhose, so he contented himself with stroking the jutting bush through the cloth. She let her legs fall apart, and Bob covered her pussy with his hand, squeezing the lips of it tightly. Joy had her eyes closed, so he knew that she was digging the attention he was giving her.
Doug knew what was going on under the table, by the couples facial expressions but he didn't want to try that with Juanita. He couldn't judge her desires that easily. So, Doug cleared his throat and spoke, "Say, isn't there someplace we can go for a little private party? I'm gettin' awfully bored by that hillbilly band."
They all nodded their agreement. Joy had her car and suggested that they go for a drive with a few bottles of booze to keep them warm. When she said warm, she winked at Bob and he got her message loud and clear. With Doug and Juanita in the back seat they drove to the countryside, away from downtown. As they drove they all took turns gulping down mouthfuls of the native whiskey they'd bought at the club. It took very little to send them all higher than the sky.
After drinking and driving for over an hour Joy pulled off the road and followed what looked like an old cattle trail. The car bounced along the grassy path for a few hundred yards, then Joy steered to a grove of trees. When the car was completely hidden by the foliage, she turned off the ignition.
"Let's you and me take a little walk," Bob said to Joy.
They got out of the car. Joy stuck her head in the back window and spoke in Filipino to Juanita. Both girls roared with laughter, and Juanita shook her head yes. The native girl was pretty drunk when Bob and Joy disappeared into the trees.
Doug and Juanita polished off their jug of hooch with a couple of deep swallows. Doug tossed the empty jug out of the car and then put his arm around Juanita's shoulders. "Not a word of English huh? Well, I guess we'll just have to use braille then," he sneered.
He slid his hand under her chin, and bringing her head back, he kissed her lightly. Her response surprised him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and returned his kiss with passion. In seconds their tongues were touching. Doug slid his over her teeth. Juanita let her jaw go slack, and Doug plunged his tongue into her mouth. She drew on it like a nipple, letting his saliva dribble out of the corners of her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles around his. Doug let his hands ravage freely over her body. He caressed her breasts tenderly. She only moaned softly at the back of her throat and held him tighter. His hand fell into higher parts of her lap, then glided down between her thighs to grasp the material of her flimsy cotton dress. She wasn't wearing any panties and the white of her skin stood out against the dark of the back seat. He smoothed the crotch with one finger. Juanita wriggled her ass, pushing off the car seat to meet his hand. He worked a finger under the cloth and rubbed the lips of her pussy. The bristly hair prickled against his probing digit. He forced his tongue farther into her mouth, but she pulled back and whispered in Filipino.
Doug shrugged his shoulders. Juanita pointed to the bulge in his pants. She was playing it cute, but Doug was an old hand at this kind of game. He quickly unbuckled his belt. With the zipper down he raised his butt up and slid his pants to his ankles. His hardened cock sprang from his underwear as he pushed the shorts down too. Juanita grabbed the meaty cock and gasped at its size. She fondled his prick tenderly as Doug undid the buttons on his shirt.
Soon, he was naked, then he turned his attentions to Juanita. Her long black hair covered her shoulders. He brushed it aside and untied the single drawstring at the back of her neck. As the dress fell open, he gazed at her naked tits. Her back was a flawless expanse of olive-colored skin. He rubbed her shoulder blades working the dress all the way down. It dropped to a bunch in her lap. Her small tits were sticking straight out in tight mounds.
Doug turned her around so that she was stretched out on the seat of the car across his lap, facing him. He then pulled her against him. They kissed eagerly as their naked chests ground together. His cock was flattened against her hip as she sprawled in his embrace. With his free hand he worked her dress down to her legs. Next, it fell to her feet. She was now clad only in a little g-string and her skin felt like silk to his touch.
Juanita was heating up fast and kept flicking her tongue repeatedly across his lips. Doug caressed her ass cheeks, running his fingers along the indentation of her crack. Hooking a finger in the material's waist he yanked it down to her knees with a savage pull. Juanita opened as wide as she could to accommodate him. He curled the hair at the top of her pussy, then sent his finger slipping down the slit. Her cunt was tight, not at all flabby, and Doug kneaded the hairy lips until they were quivering with excitement.
Juanita kicked off the g-string and spread completely out, as Doug worked her cunt open in his hand. The moist flesh yielded to his probes and female odors filled his nostrils. He stuck a finger into her hole and pushed it all the way up. Juanita started babbling softly, encouraging his every move.
They shifted their willing bodies and she grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. With one arm still around the back of his neck she planted a fierce kiss on his mouth as she quickly squeezed his engorged root. His finger was frigging her faster. They were both caught up in the grips of arousal as they attended to each other's sexual needs. Doug wanted it more than he could ever remember. He slid across to sit at her feet. He pushed both the front seats forward and posted Juanita's legs in strategic positions. She was flat on her back, now, with one leg over the front seat, and the other bent at the knee, her ass lifting off the seat.
Doug surveyed the dark patch of hair between her legs. Her cunt was burning and she pulled on him to mount her. He jockeyed into the small area he had to work with. It was cramped, but he got his hard prick down to the lips of her pussy. She reached between her own legs and aimed his rod at her willing hole. Slowly thrusting forward he penetrated the slit and inserted the head of his tool in her twat.
She was really tight down there, so Doug inched in a little, then pulled back. He covered himself with her love juices for better lubrication and then started his full fucking motions. They didn't have room to lay on top of each other, so Doug braced his arms on the front seat ledge and the back seat ledge. Juanita moved a little to give him more room, and then he really started to go to town. The tight little pussy stretched and gripped. Doug's balls hanging loose slapped against her ass with every thrust. Juanita felt like she was being torn open with each drive of the huge prick into her. She petted his stomach and hips as he fucked her. The feel of his hairy skin was strange to her and excited her even more.
The walls of her cunt were burning with erotic friction. Her pussy hair was drawn into her box by Doug's meat. The pinching sensation made her raise her hairy-hole to meet him every time he moved in. Doug's head was swimming. He'd never screwed such a firm cunt. His dick was mashed and worked over by the tiny aperture. He could feel his balls straining to unload his wad. Their tempo increased. Juanita was bouncing wildly on the seat. She began shouting in Filipino. She pinched her hard nipples and shook from the approaching orgasm. like jolts of electricity coursing through her midsection, the contractions came. Her twat pumped Doug's prick even tighter as she spent. Doug blew a load of hot come into her box, then lost control as Juanita threw her ass up to him.
His pulsating cock popped out from between her legs and streams of hot juices splattered on her belly. The milky fluid ran down her hips as Doug's rod emptied itself on her. The car jerked a little from their bouncing motions. In a few seconds the burst of coming had passed. Juanita pulled herself to a sitting position and Doug flopped on his ass next to her. She grabbed him around the waist and hugged him closely. He let out a sigh as he straightened her shiny hair on his shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
"What did you say to Juanita?" Bob asked as Joy led him through the dark woods. "Did you tell her to be a good girl?" They both laughed drunkenly. "No," Joy said, "I told her to screw the pants off him." Bob laughed at her honestly and smiled thinking of Doug in the car with that other girl. He wondered what it would be like to screw a girl who couldn't speak English.
They came to a small clearing in the trees. Moonlight poured through the towering limbs giving the patch of grass a ghostly aura.
"Have you been here before?" Doug asked.
Joy smiled very coyly. She didn't answer him, though. She stepped back a few paces and reached to unclasp her dress. With an agile snap the clothing crumbled at her feet. Standing in the moonlight wearing just a bra, panties, and pantyhose she looked like a Goddess. A shadow was formed between her tits where the cleavage spilled from the material. Her blonde hair had a brightness of its own, giving her head the appearance of being surrounded by a halo. Bob's breath caught in his throat. He had never seen such a vision of sexual delight.
Joy knew the effect her body was having on Bob. It did that to all the men she brought here. She wriggled out of her pantyhose. Certainly, and very slowly, she unhooked her brassiere. Without letting it fall from her shoulders she slid her hands around to cup the material under her jugs. She worked her arms through the straps but still held the cups of cloth over her fleshy mounds. With a practiced movement Joy pushed her arms together as her bra fell to the ground of the forest.
Her breasts rose magnificently between her crossed arms. She stood for a few moments, then bent over to remove her panties. Her breasts swayed free of her arms and bounced lightly as they pointed to the ground. The nipples were hard knots at the ends of her pearly white boobs. When she stood erect again she was naked. Bob's first thought was that her pussy was shaved, but in the light of the moon he could see a lush, pure blonde triangle of fur. He was more aroused than he had been back in Hawaii watching Lana and Jill undress each other. Joy was like a sensual creature of the forest, naked to his gaze. She pirouetted on her toes and danced like a ballerina. Her body was perfect from the shape of her legs, past the jutting orbs of her ass, to the beautiful tits touched by long blonde hair. She walked over to a tree stump and stepped up on the pedestal.
"Take off your clothes and come and eat me," she ordered him.
Bob never felt that she was degrading him. He was almost hypnotized from her undressing and posing. He shed his clothes to free his stiffened tool. He could feel a heartbeat in his groin, he was so hard already. Padding softly on the downy carpet of green he approached this statue come to life. She towered over him. He lowered his head slightly and brought his lips to her silky cunt. She placed her hands on his head and pushed it into her bush. Moving gently side to side, his mouth rubbed across the hair cleft of her cunt. He grabbed tufts of blondeness and slid his lips in, wetting the hard skin on top of her triangle. She stopped her motions, and Bob lapped his tongue up and down her slit. Her cunt lips glistened to spread her cunt open. Bob grabbed her naked hips and before him. He worked his tongue between the lips and tasted her salty femininity. His mouth sucked around her hole, pulling at the swelling flesh. He hungered to touch her completely. She spread her legs, and he snaked his tongue into her wet orifice. She weakened as her legs bent steadied his head between her legs. His tongue was darting in and out now. He swallowed the drops of honey, then went thirstily in for more. Her pussy was wetting itself and Bob tasted the glowing flow. Suddenly Joy forced his head up to her clit. Bob's eyes bugged out as he saw the bud of pleasure jutting out from between its covering laps. Her clitoris was a full inch long! It looked like a tiny penis. Bob had never seen such an organ on any woman. He kissed the pink knob. Joy shuddered. He licked it like a piece of candy, and she sagged against his shoulders in uncontrollable pleasure. When he drew the swollen clit into his mouth and sucked it lightly, Joy pushed his head away and jumped to the ground to lay on her back in the grass. Bob returned to the delicious bud and slid it in and out of his mouth. He thought, so this is what it feels like to give a good blow job. So this was what it was like to suck a girl off, just like he was doing to Joy. He could genuinely feel that clit harden even more from his mouth action, now. Joy was writhing on the ground like a wild animal. She was oblivious to Bob and everything around them. Her eyes were closed tightly, as her crotch erupted in a blazing fast orgasm. Bob never let the clit fall from his mouth as he sucked the spasms from her body. Long after he would normally have stopped, she wanted him to keep sucking her. Her first orgasm passed and she built right up to another one. This time, however, she wanted it to be different.
As she approached the peak of her pleasure, Joy pulled Bob on top of her and seemed to suck his prick right into her cunt. He melted into the gooey wetness. The warmth of her juice enveloped his rock-hard dick. He could feel his pubic hair slapping against her protruding clit each time he raked into her. Her cunt was like a mouth. It had a suction that brought Bob to the point of orgasm, dizzily, in only a few minutes. He wanted to wait, to screw her proper, but she was again in control of the situation. Her second orgasm was starting, and she drove Bob to his at the same time. She licked his mouth, lapping at it hungrily. Her hands gripped at the cheeks of his ass, rolling the flesh in circles. She leaned to the side probing in his ears with her dripping tongue. All the while, her pussy was pumping frantically. Bob's will dissolved in the face of this assault. He twitched as globs of hot come shot into the blonde honey-pit. His grinding crotch worked a pattern of lines like claw marks into the flesh on his back. She swung her left leg up to encircle his midriff and humped her twat furiously as Bob's load filled her. Gasping for breath, Joy's hips kept driving even as Bob's cock started to go limp. She stopped only when his sopping wet tool fell from between the grips of her pussy lips. He laid on her and they kissed for a long time as the night breeze cooled the sweat off their bodies. Bob finally rolled off the smiling girl to lay on his back by her side.
"Is it the booze, or you, that's makin' my head swim?" Bob asked.
"I hope it's me," Joy replied.
Bob turned to look at her. "Joy, you're the best, bar none!"
But her answer didn't surprise him at the least, considering what he'd just been through. She stretched like a wild cat and said, "Honey, I can't get enough of it! Ever since I can remember sex has been the only thing on my mind. When I was a kid, I was crazy about masturbating in my room at night. I'd use the bedposts, my teddy bear, or anything else that'd send me off. One night I spied on my folks and found out what it was all about. Man, that was something! My old man was rammin' my Mom, and I shoved three fingers up my snatch and came the same time she did.
"When I got into high school, I started looking for it first thing. Bob, before long I had 'em waitin' in line to lay it on me. It was great! After a while I got tired of the young kids, though. My old man, big in the Army, made it easier to find bigger dicks. A military base is the best stud farm in the world. Every guttsy guy you see is checkin' you out, raping you in his mind. I've had one orgy after another, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Her frankness made Bob feel uneasy. She talked about sex so openly that he was tempted to tell her things about his problems with his wife. She seemed like the type who would probably have plenty of advice on the subject, but Bob decided that she probably would be turned off if he started mentioning Judy. After all, she didn't bring him here to listen to some sob story.
"Hey! Where are ya' goin'? " Joy asked playfully, as she ran her fingers through his hair, matted on his chest. "You looked like you were a thousand miles away, just then."
"Oh, I was just thinking about something," Bob offered lamely.
Joy would not be put off so easily. "Yeah? What?"
"Your big jugs!" Bob yelled. His lie had the desired effect on Joy. She grinned and rolled over to lay on top of him. They wrestled in the grass, delighting in the feel of skin on skin. They took turns flopping over on each other and moved back and forth across the patch of grass.
Joy's arousal from the horseplay was soon in coming. In minutes her clit was sticking out again, and she rubbed it harshly on Bob's body as they jostled about. This was her way of building up for sex. She'd let her mammoth clitoris drive her wild, then screw only when she couldn't stand the waiting any longer. That's why she loved being eaten and sucked down there. With a heave she pushed up from Bob and lurched forward to sit on his face. Her knees had his shoulders pinned to the ground, but he didn't mind it at all. Joy's bush was still oozing from the pink hole. Joy lowered herself on his mouth and before he could move, forced him to begin eating the creamy goo. His tongue swirled in the familiar pattern of cunnilingus. Her cunt, again, seemed to be sucking back with a power of its own. Bob's tongue worked like a prick, up and down, in and out, in and out. Joy raised up on her knees. By moving her hips back and forth, she slid her open snatch on his face. His lips were pulled along the hairy crack and his nose bumped the engorged clit with each motion.
Joy couldn't take too much of this action. She rose in pitch to fever heights until her crotch was aflame with desire for a cock. Bob was ready, so she moved down on him to straddle his stiff rod. She took it in her hands and pumped its loose outer skin up over his dick head. Leaning over Joy dribbled saliva from her mouth to cover his tool. When he was wet, she lightly slid her closed hand up and down, vibrating his prick with her fingertips. His root glistened in the sharp moonlight. The head was swollen to its full thickness and almost purple colored. Joy couldn't resist taking advantage and making a meal of it. She brought her head down to his crotch and wrapped her lips firmly around the tip of Bob's cock. With a sudden sucking action she drew the full length of his cock into her mouth. Her head pumped up and down. She reveled in the taste of his manhood. Joy had a lot of practice at blow-jobs and she knew exactly how to swallow with each super thrust of her head to keep from gagging on Bob's massive tool. His thickness forced her mouth open to the limits it would stretch. She could feel the sides of his meat sliding along the insides of her cheeks. She made a hard tip of her tongue and scraped it along his foreskin as forcefully as she could as he went in. She never let the cock slide from her mouth. When she brought her head up, she stopped at the end of the enlarged knob and gently squeezed it between her teeth. Bob had his hands on the side of her head, moving with her, feeling that all he had with him was a powerful, little ball that sucked at his command. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return, and he looked up to see if Joy could tell he was about to blow his load. She had one hand between her legs, jacking off her clit while she ate him. Bob knew she wanted it like this so he laid back and let himself go. His ass lifted from the grass as he started to come. Great wads of steamy fluid burst from his cock. Joy went nuts! She swallowed as much as she could, then let the rest ooze from her mouth. It ran down Bob's prick and matted his hair. Joy shot off then, groaning with the cock still in her mouth. She jumped like a fire was in her ass, but she never let the tool fall from her mouth. Her spasms passed while she drew the last drop of come from Bob. He swam on the sea of bliss following orgasm. With eyes closed he could feel Joy loosen her hold on his root and crawl to lay in the crook of his arm. They embraced.
"Sweety Pie, I sure wish I knew what you were saying," Doug said after swallowing another mouthful of potent home-brew. "But, whatever it is, old Doug feels the same way."
Juanita giggled. She was as drunk as Doug, and the way he talked made her laugh. She studied his body in the dim light of the back seat. American men were so hairy. They were apes compared to the Filipino boys. And, their cocks! They were like tree trunks growing from their groins. She petted his sticky limp rod, delighting in the way her touch made him jump with little quivers. Doug was polishing off the last of their after-screw liquor as she played with him. In seconds his meat was rising like quick-dough in the oven. Doug was in a goofy mood. "Do you want a rare, tropical drink, Honey?" He knew all she could do was grin and nod her head. That's all she ever did when he was asking a weird question. She figured after that last fucking he'd given her, she would do anything with him. He tipped the bottle to pour a splash of whiskey on his dick. Juanita bent and licked the booze off.
"Are you sure you're old enough to drink?" He asked authoritatively. "Let's see some I.D.'s, kiddo." Doug was really into a bender, so he poured a larger amount on his dick and balls. Juanita knelt on the floor of the car and drank every drop, starting a sloppy blow-job at the same time.
"Whoa!" Doug yelled. "I haven't had a shot, yet. Won't ya help a thirsty man, ma'am?"
He made Juanita lay down on the seat. He sloshed some whiskey on her furry box and licked at it thirstily. She thought it was crazy, but his mouth felt ggooddd down there. Without saying a word or giving any warning he slid the slender mouth of the bottle into her cunthole. He started frigging her cunt with the smooth glass dildo. Joy had taught Juanita how to masturbate with a lot of different substitute dicks, but never a bottle. The coolness of the glass felt strangely exciting compared to the warmth of a male organ. Juanita's firm ass cheeks began gyrating. She was plenty wet from the fucking Doug had given her, and the bottle slid easily into her cunt and out again. Just when she was beginning to get vibrations in her crotch Doug stopped and had her kneel on the seat facing the back window. Then, he pulled her legs over his lap. He reached over and down to stick his cock in her slit. They entwined their arms around each other. This was a new position for Juanita, but she quickly caught on. She drew up a bit and moved her hips to imaginary music. With her head swooning from the depth of Doug's penetration, she pumped his tool greedily. They kissed repeatedly as their slippery organs jammed together.
Bob and Joy came to the back of the car just then. Doug and Juanita never slowed their motions. The two intruders saw that they needed the front seats pushed forward, so they simply watched. Doug and his native honey couldn't have cared less. They fucked unashamed. The audience even drove them to further heights. Doug lowered his head to suck almost all of one of Juanita's jugs into his mouth. He lashed his tongue on the fleshy mound and playfully nipped at her swollen buds with his teeth. Her hands were digging into his back and running along his thigh. She reached along under his ass cheeks and tried to pull him up into her for more penetration. But, she lost her hold when a wave of pulsating energy tore through her insides. She came violently, shouting again in her native language. Doug followed immediately, pumping his load into her throbbing cunt. They stayed locked in embrace for a minute, then started to get back into their clothes. Bob and Joy got into the car and waited for them to finish dressing.
"Well, Mr. Mitchell," Joy announced sarcastically, "Were you nice to my maid? Good maids are hard to find. I don't want her pissed off."
Doug put on a dignified air. "Ask her yourself, Madam. I'm sure she was quite pleased with our discussions this evening."
Joy and Juanita exchanged a few minutes of conversation in which much giggling took place, then Joy got the car headed back to the base. They laughed a few times, and Doug couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"What the hell are you two delicious women talking lb each other about?"
"She was telling me how you drank whiskey out of her cunt."
Doug said, "Miss, I'll have you know that I'm an incurable alcoholic. My doctor told me the only way I could ever drink again was out of a cunt cup. This charming young lady in the back seat, with me, was merely helping me follow the good doctor's orders."
The four of them cracked jokes like this all the way to the base. Doug even tried to explain his drinking problems to the guard at the gate, but the guard threw up his hands as Doug threw up on the side of Joy's car. The guard shook his head in understanding and let them rush Doug to the Officer's Quarters. Bob apologized for the mess as he helped his friend from the car.
"Don't worry about it," Joy assured him. "You'll be here for a while longer, won't you?"
"No, afraid not," Bob said, trying to steady Doug on his feet. "We take off in the morning, then come back in a few days for an over-nighter. We'll only have time to catch a few hours sleep, then we'll be going back to Hawaii."
Joy looked disappointed. "In that case, I'll probably never see you again."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Well, thanks for a fun night. Juanita's asleep now, but I'll tell her you simpletons said good-bye."
"Do that, smart ass," Bob said, "And, you take it easy, and thanks."
She drove off and Bob poured Doug into their room. Doug commenced snoring into a deep sleep. Bob didn't bother with Doug's clothes, he let him sleep in them. Stripping down to his skivvies, Bob stretched on his bed and thought of Judy before falling asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The drive back to Linda's was slow, leisurely and wonderful. Judy had laid her head on his shoulder and drifted into a light sleep as the cool breeze washed over her body. Harvey's strong arm was gently wrapped around her. He had thoroughly enjoyed the romp with Linda's friend and was already looking forward to some more.
Pulling into the parking lot, he realized just how long they had been away. Only two or three couples remained around the pool, sipping drinks and enjoying the lovely night.
"Wake up, honey. We're home." Judy's heavy eyelids lifted.
"Mmmmmm. Okay, Captain. I'm alright."
Judy looked at the pool and spotted Linda at the far end, being cornered by a muscular young man. His hands were all over her well-proportioned body.
Judy began to laugh. "Well, Harvey, it looks like our hostess is doing alright for herself."
Harvey stared at the twosome and smiled. "Yeah, Linda usually manages to draw a crowd."
After locking the car doors, Harvey and Judy walked arm in arm towards the party, or what was left of it. As they approached the other couples, they heard Linda shouting over the back of her young admirer. "Hey, you two lovebirds, c'mon over here." Judy began to blush. Everyone's eyes were on her, well aware of what they had been up to. Grabbing Harvey's hand she pulled him quickly towards Linda.
Linda had a huge smirk on her face. "Well, well, Judy. Did Harvey take you to his quiet, out of the way spot? It's a nice place, isn't it?"
So, Linda had been there too. And God knows how many others. Judy turned to Harvey with disgust. Once again she had been used by a man. She had fallen into another trap.
And what about Linda? She had come to her as a friend, hoping to climb out of the awful rut her life was in. And what had she done? She had pushed her in deeper, setting her up with another man like Calvin, Ken or die like.
"I guess Harvey has shown everybody his favorite spot." She was staring angrily at Linda now. "Thanks for everything, Linda." With that she ran from the group, sobbing, up to the apartment.
"It's all my fault," Linda said. "I should have kept my big mouth shut. Let me go up and try to calm her down a little." She started to leave, when the handsome young stranger took her arm.
"Wait a minute, Linda. Right now, you're the last person in the world she wants to see. Let me go talk to her. She doesn't know me and I doubt if she'd bite off a stranger's head." Then he turned to Harvey. "Why don't you stay here with Linda and brag about your latest conquest? And don't go too far. I may just come back down and break your fuckin' neck." He went off in the direction Judy had followed.
Upstairs in the apartment, Judy had slammed the door shut and hurried to the bar, where she poured a tall glass of straight Scotch. She sat down on one of the bar stools, took several swallows of the booze, fell to the counter of the bar and began crying.
The tears flowed easily. She had been holding them back far too long as it was. Now she was releasing all the anguish that had built up inside her. Everyone, even her good friend, had helped make a mess of her life. Where would she go from here? She had turned a lot of corners, looking for love and had always run into a dead-end street. It was time to call it quits.
She finished off the drink in several gulps, climbed down from the bar stool and moved unsteadily to the sliding glass doors in the living room. Out on the balcony, she inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, wiped the teardrops from her eyes and began to climb up on the railing.
She was convinced that suicide was the only answer. Her life meant nothing to her anymore, so why not put an end to it? She looked down at the pool. There were Harvey and Linda, wrapped in a warm embrace. That was all she needed to see. One. Two. Three. She shut her eyes and began to spring forward, when two strong arms clutched her waist and yanked her back off the railing and down to the balcony.
The next time her eyes opened she was staring at her feet. Her legs were shaking, her whole body shivering. The man standing behind her spoke. "My name is Tom Galloway and whatever the problem is, that's not the solution." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, and extremely comforting. Her body began to relax. She turned to face him, as his hands kept a firm hold on her.
Tom Galloway was tall; nearly six feet, eight inches and wide in the shoulders. She got the impression that his whole life had been one long body-building course. Every muscle rippled in the soft light of the moon. His hair was long and blonde, combed back on the sides. In scanty swimming trunks, he was a Tarzan-like creature and Judy found herself staring into his face with amazement. "Uh, my name is Judy Franklin. I didn't really want to..."
She was sobbing again, burying her head in his massive chest. He released his hold on her waist, moving his arms up her back, over the straps of her suit to her shoulders, where they settled, holding her tenderly.
"There, there, Judy, don't cry. We all go through periods in our lives when we wonder if it's all worth while. Everyone gets tempted, at one time or another, to throw in the towel." He didn't know the half of it, she thought, trying to control her sudden outburst of emotion.
"Come inside, Judy. In a little while everything will look a lot brighter to you!"
How could it? How could anything ever look better? For a moment she half-wished he had not stopped her from leaping, yet was half-glad he had. Life was so damn confusing. She decided to let the handsome stranger have his way, at least for the moment.
Together, they walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa. Tom walked to the doorway and toned on the lights. "Besides that, you're much too pretty to be jumping off balconies."
Judy looked up and smiled. "Oh sure! I bet I'm a mess."
Tom moved for the bar. "You'll look just great, and you'll feel fine, after you have a drink. You go powder your nose. I'll mix us up a batch of my world-famous martinis and we'll talk about the situation."
The alcohol she didn't need, but she was concerned with her appearance. "That sounds nice, Tom. I'll be back in a jiffy."
She shut the bathroom door behind her and looked-into the mirror. Her eye make-up had dripped down her cheeks, her hair was a fright, and Harvey had done a good job of smearing her lipstick all over her face. How kind Tom had been to compliment her.
When she returned to the living room, Tom was behind the bar shaking a tumbler. "Have a seat, M'lady!" Judy returned his invitation with a wide grin.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Suddenly, it was as if she had known this man all her life. She felt extremely comfortable with him; sure and unafraid. "But, if you don't mind, I think I've had enough to drink for one night."
Tom graciously bowed. "Very well, M'lady, martinis for one." He poured his drink and moved around to take the stool beside her. "Now, Judy Franklin, tell me all about yourself. You'll find I've got a great listening capacity."
He was staring into her eyes, but it wasn't the kind of gaze she was used to getting from men. It was genuine and sincere, and she took advantage of his interest, pouring her heart out to him; all her marriage problems with Bob, her loneliness, her mistakes; everything.
At the conclusion of the long story, Tom spoke once more, in the hushed tone he had used out on the balcony. "Judy! I'm no one to give advice. I mean, I'm like any other man. But I will tell you this. I think you made a big mistake when you ran away from the problem. I really think you and your husband should have worked this thing out together. I mean, I'm single, but it seems that's the way a marriage should work. You say you've been had by a lot of different men, hoping to find what your Bob was lacking. Maybe Bob isn't lacking anything. Maybe you've got him all wrong. Perhaps he just doesn't know how to give the kind of love you need. Show him the things that please you. Talk about it. Be a little more submissive. Make him feel like he's in complete control of things. It could be, you'll see him change, and everything will work out just fine."
Judy found herself being hypnotized with his words. At last, here was a total stranger giving her concrete insight into herself, and her relationship with Bob. It was hard to believe, but she was feeling like a woman again, not just a semen receptacle. "Oh, Tom! Why didn't I meet someone like you, before all this started."
Her lips moved up, pressing gently against his. It wasn't a sensuous kiss, but rather one of gratitude and admiration. After a few moments, their mouths softly parted and Tom rose from the stool. "Get your things together, M'lady, and I will personally escort you to the airport. After I finish these martinis, that is."
Judy bounced from the stool and ran for the bedroom, alive again and, oh, so happy. She would go home, where she belonged, and face the problem. She would try to make things right for herself and Bob. She'd try to be all the things she wanted so desperately to be.
Tom walked back behind the bar, feeling extremely proud of himself. Tom, old boy, he whispered to himself, you've finally done something worthwhile in your life. Here you are, with a wild chick, and you chose to help her, rather than try to jump in her pants. Perhaps you're not the cold-hearted sex-fiend you thought you were.
In the bedroom, Judy was frantically throwing her things into the big suitcase she had brought with her. There, that should just about do it. Then she remembered her cosmetics in the bathroom cabinet and hurried across the hall to grab them, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Just then, Harvey and Linda sauntered into the apartment. "Is everything okay?" whispered Linda.
"Everything's fine. She's going home to Bob, where she belongs. And, it's a good thing I came up here when I did. She was ready to take the big plunge off the balcony."
Linda's hand grabbed for her mouth. "Oh, no!" Harvey, meanwhile, was still trying to get someone to tell him who Bob was. "Hey, who is this guy Bob?"
"It's a long story, Harvey," Linda explained. "Just don't worry about it." Then she turned her attention to Tom. "Do you mean to tell me you've been alone with her for half an hour and you haven't fucked her yet?"
Harvey began to chuckle. "You really should have, Tommy. She's some wild little piece of ass!"
Tom Galloway was doing a slow burn. He seemed to double in size and power as he started towards Harvey. His eyes were piercing Harvey's. "You useless son of a bitch! It's ass-holes like you that messed up that poor kid's mind." Now he was looking at Linda. "And you, you stupid slut! You're supposed to be her friend. With you around, she wouldn't need any enemies. I'll give the two of you ten seconds to get out of here, before I start banging your empty heads together. Start walking!"
Harvey could see he meant business and, being no match for Tom, started for the door. "C'mon Linda. Let's go somewhere and have a drink." They started out, when Linda turned back. "Tell Judy I'm sorry for everything and that I'll write her sometime." The door shut and Tom took several deep breaths to regain his composure.
Soon Judy came out from the bathroom, with her suitcase in hand. "Did I hear voices, Tom?"
"What? Oh yeah. It was a couple from downstairs, looking for Linda and Harvey." He didn't want to tell her what he thought of her friend, Linda. The girl had been through enough. "Oh, Harvey and Linda left. She said to tell you she'll be out to visit you, real soon."
Judy smiled. "Good, good! Well, sir, I guess I'm about ready to leave."
"Very well, M'lady, we're off."
It was only ten minutes to the airport, and there was so much Judy wanted to say, so much she wanted to thank him for. She slid over close to where he sat behind the wheel with his eyes on the road ahead. "Oh, Tom! There are flights leaving all night long. Couldn't we stop somewhere for a cup of coffee and talk awhile. It just doesn't seem right leaving so quickly, like this. I haven't even gotten to know you."
"Oh, I don't know, Judy. Maybe it's better this way. I don't want to confuse you now when you're getting ready to go."
Judy sat back disappointed. Ahead she could see the lights of the air terminal and she shut her eyes, hoping they would go away for awhile. Sure, she was thrilled to be going home for a fresh start. And yet, she was saddened at the thought of how little time she had spent with this one man who had seen more in her than just another piece of ass. It was all so confusing to her; the way she felt. She had to explain to him, before it was too late.
"Tom! This may sound crazy. I mean, I do love my husband. But I want to spend some time with you before I go. I guess I need to feel you holding me tenderly, the way I hope Bob will learn to hold me. I want to know, for once, what it's like to be loved by a kind and gentle man. Believe me, Tom, it won't confuse my thoughts about Bob. If anything, it'll help. I'll know what to expect, and what to give him in return."
As Judy rambled on, she was unaware of the stiffness in his trunks. Tom was confused too. Of course, he was proud that he had been able to help her, but he was still a normal, red-blooded man. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful her body was, with its enormous tits, slender waist, meaty hips, and long silken legs. He couldn't help but wonder what making love to her would be like.
"Well, Judy, if you really think it would do you good, my place is just a few minutes to the other side of the airport." For a moment he felt like a hypocrite, like another Harvey Greenwood. But, his cock was growing harder. He wanted her desperately, yet here he was acting as though he was doing her a favor. Oh well, he thought. No harm done and it might be good for her. It'll definitely be good for me.
"Oh yes, Tom, yes! I'd love that."
They drove on, passing the lights and noises of the busy airport. Judy had slid over and was rubbing herself against his side. It was all Tom could do to control the car steadily. He had convinced himself that fucking her would be an act of kindness and that he was a most noble character. But his body saw it only as a chance for some wild pleasure. He couldn't understand his nervousness. He had jumped on so many chicks before, but this one really was different. She was a confused little girl, who desperately needed love. The other women he knew were all so coy; so hard to get. Judy was handing herself to him on a platter, and the ease of the conquest had him baffled and jittery.
Ten minutes after leaving Linda's, Tom was fumbling for the keys to his apartment. Judy could see she had thrown him for a loop, and was amazed at how nervous he was acting. "Here, Tom, let me help you."
Moving in front of him, she took the keys, found one that looked right, slipped it in and opened the door. "Now aren't you going to invite me in?"
Tom relaxed a bit and tried to play his role. "Why, of course. Please enter, M'lady!" He followed her in and switched on the lights.
"Oh Tom, what a nice place you have." Tom was thinking, Oh Judy, what a round ass you have.
"Oh, uh, thank you, M'lady. And, what will it be? Coffee, tea or milk?"
"Coffee will be just fine, sir."
Tom hurried into the kitchen, grabbed onto the counter and took a deep breath. He had wanted to rape her, right there on the living room floor. Thankfully, she had given him a chance to get away from her and get himself together. It would indeed be hard acting gentle with such a wild hunk of woman. She had no idea what she was doing to him.
In fifteen minutes the coffee was perked and ready to serve. Tom had watched over it, giving his body time to calm down a bit. There had been no noises from the living room and he guessed that she was waiting on the sofa. "Judy! How do you take your coffee?" No answer. "Judy?"
The living room was empty. "In here, Tom." Tom could feel his cock coming back to life. The summons was from the bedroom and the mere thought of her lying in there waiting had him hot instantly.
There she was, in his bed. Her clothing was neatly draped over the foot of the bed. The bed spread was drawn back and only the top sheet covered her naked body. It was pulled up to her smiling face. "I've been waiting for you, sir." His prick pushed hard against the crotch of his trunks. Her voice was soft and inviting.
In one swift motion, he slid the trunks down his muscular legs, kicked them aside, and began moving in on her. Judy's eyes opened wide at the sight of his erect prick. He was hung like a blue-ribbon winner.
"Oh Tom! Bring that big thing here. STICK IT INTO ME! Love me gently. LET ME FEEL ALL OF IT!"
Moving around to the other side of the bed, Tom gently lifted the sheet, catching his first glimpse of her naked beauty. What he saw was even more than he had imagined. Her tits stood up like two huge mountains ready to be scaled. The nipples formed hard little peaks. Traveling down her luscious body, his eyes stopped on the soft mound of hair between her thighs. It was a warm inviting nest, ready to house his wayward cock. She was easily the most enticing thing he had ever seen, and it was almost impossible to remain composed. "Tom Galloway, requesting permission to enter, M'lady." Judy graciously nodded, reached over and turned out the bedside light next to her. "Please do, Mr. Galloway, please do!"
Tom slid in between the cool sheets on his back and could feel the warmth of her entire being radiate beside him. His dick rose even higher, taking the sheet up like a tent. He wanted to say something to her; anything, but the words would not come.
Then she broke the silence. "Let me handle things, Tom, and later you can tell me what I might do differently for Bob, okay." He nodded yes. It was all so unbelievable. Here he was lying beside a lovely woman who wanted a lesson in lovemaking. How many guys dream of a set-up like this, he wondered.
He could feel her body begin to move and he closed his eyes, preparing for the love feast she was about to serve him.
She turned on her side and faced him. Her right hand glided up and unto his stomach. She began rubbing the flesh in a slow, circular motion. Her fingers were playing at the fringe of his pubic hair and he was sure she would grab his meat. Suddenly, her hand began to move upwards, towards his chest. The fingers slipped through the small patch of hair and continued up to his neck, where the other was waiting. They cupped his face gently, as she moved over, bringing her warm, open mouth down on his. The kiss sent a surge of energy through his body. Her lips were warm and moist and eager. They touched his briefly, then parted, moving all around his mouth; playing in the corners, nibbling on his upper lip, blowing little hot breaths into his mouth. His mouth opened even wider now and he was moaning softly. Judy was pleased with the way he was reacting to her efforts. She grabbed his upper lip between her teeth, pulled it into her mouth and rolled it around gently, stroking the rubbery flesh with her tongue. Then, sliding down a bit, she covered his mouth entirely, blowing a long stream of hot air into him, sucking his tongue into hers.
Tom was red-hot. Her kisses alone were tearing him up. His cock was so stiff that it was getting sore. He moaned even deeper.
Judy was ready to implement phase two of her love scheme. Without releasing his lips and tongue, her body raised and moved over his frame, coming down on him softly. Her tits flattened against his powerful chest, their bodies melting into one. Tom's upright prick slid past her pussy and between her thighs. He could have come right there, the sensation was so wild.
The lips of her cunt were wrapped around the shaft of his hard prick; teasing it with their moistness. The head was rubbing against the cheeks of her ass, the bulbous knob so close to her anus.
It was almost too much. He could feel the sharp nipples of her boobs stabbing his chest muscles. He wanted her with a fury, but Judy wasn't ready for him yet.
She was sliding up his body now. Tom opened his eyes to see her mammoth tits dangling above his face. She was nearly on her knees, rubbing her pussy up and down on his stomach; depositing droplets of her womanly juices and rubbing them into his body.
The huge boobs began to sway above him; to and fro. Lifting his head, Tom grabbed one of the ripe melons with his teeth and pulled it down. Judy grunted and sighed, as he sucked the hard knob, taking it in deep; slurping on the erect nipple.
He was turning her on too. She loved the feeling of his bulging stomach muscles sliding under her cunt, but the hard meat between his legs is what she really desired. Starting back down his body, the lips of her juicy gash met the head of his throbbing prick.
Gently it pushed through the fleshy entrance to her womanhood. Judy bit her lower lip, grunted and arched. He inched in a bit further and she screamed, throwing herself into a sitting position on his dick. The moment she was upright, the long shaft penetrated fully and she came down, swallowing the entire thing.
She sat there for a minute, without moving. His long tool rested in her, waiting for its chance to strike. Her cunt was filled with him and Judy was loving its silent power.
Then, with her hands back and wrapped around his bent legs, she lifted herself a few inches, and came back down slowly, with a long moan. Once more she was up, then slowly down, stroking herself with his hot, aching prick. Tom joined in, lifting his ass each time she descended.
They were dancing now, to the tune being conducted by his thick baton; stroke, bounce, stroke, bounce. Judy's fingers dug into his thighs. Her head, facing the ceiling was contorted in the pleasurable pain of love.
Suddenly the head of his tool burst, shooting its milky load up into her hot chasm. Judy jumped for the sky, screaming, "OH GOD, YES! YES, YES! OH GOD!" HER COMINGS DRIPPED DOWN THE SHAFT OF HIS PRICK AND ONTO HIS STOMACH.
Ten minutes later, they were dressed and at the kitchen table sipping from steaming mugs of coffee.
"Well, Tom! I'm waiting. What do you think?"
"M'lady, you were sensational. If you can do for Bob what you just did for me, you'll have a long and happy marriage." Then he grew more serious. "Seriously, Judy, if you can always remember that it takes two people to make something work, you'll do just fine." Then he looked at the wall clock. "Hey, M'lady, let's get you to the airport."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, Captain, old buddy, where're we off to tonight?"
Bob studied Doug's face. He wanted to tell him that he was tired, that he didn't feel like balling tonight, but he could see that Doug wouldn't be put off.
"I kind of thought we'd head for Madam Loo's, again," Bob said.
Doug grinned from ear to ear. "Ah so, Captain Franklin, you old devil. You like fucky-fuck with China doll, maybe?"
"You ass-hole, I've just been thinking that about you. That one you mentioned who speaks such good English, she just might be a good lay."
"Mai Lee?" Doug asked. "Well, I had my eyes on her, but you're the boss this trip."
Having decided where to go, they headed for the mess hall. Bob was shown their flight schedule. Their plane had returned from Hawaii in the early hours of the morning, so they had slept in anticipation of one last fling before going home. Doug knew something was bothering Bob, but he figured it would work itself out. They engaged a taxi after supper and drove to the now familiar house.
"Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Franklin, I am flattered that you would visit my home again so soon," Mrs. Loo greeted them affectionately. "Captain Franklin, you will not need to be reintroduced to my favors, I presume."
"No, Mrs. Loo, I won't. In fact, with your permission, I'm even going to request a certain girl."
Mrs. Loo was more than gracious. "Robert, it is a wise man who knows what he wants and takes it."
Doug wandered off to find his favorite, Sue, while Bob was shown to a room. Moments later, Mai Lee entered. She was wearing a pair of those porous pajamas, and her thick black mound of crotch hair was easily, vividly visible through the flimsy material.
"How do you do, Robert Franklin?" She asked with a smile. "My name is Mai Lee."
"Hello, Mai Lee," Bob said nervously. He felt uneasy speaking to a whore. The last time he was at Madam Loo's, he felt secure to know that those twins spoke only broken English. Bob didn't say anymore, so Mai Lee went to work on him.
She stepped in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling it slowly off of him, she removed his tee-shirt and folded all his clothes neatly. Then, she knelt to slip off his shoes. With a practiced motion she had slipped his socks from his feet. Staying in a kneeling position she undid his belt buckle. Her tiny hands snapped open the clasp of his trousers and zipped them down. She let him step out of them, and then she folded them. His underwear was bulging at the crotch. Mai Lee rubbed her hands over the bulge, making it larger and harder. Hooking her fingers in the elastic band she drew the skivvies down his legs and he pulled his legs out.
Mai Lee stood and had her pajamas off in a second. Her small breasts were the size of a young teenager's. The tiny nipples were taut and firm. Her cunt was covered with a huge bush of curly fuzz,. Her long, black hair looked sexy as it caressed her shoulders. Bob was highly aroused by the deep, Oriental tinge of her smooth skin. She knelt and rubbed his prick across her face. She kissed it and tongued it while cupping his balls in her hands. Her tongue extended to lick up the shaft of his dong like it was an all-day sucker.
Bob was high on a cloud of desire. He pulled the girl to her feet and led her to the bed. She lay on her back and spread her legs invitingly. Her slit peeked open and glistened with juice. She took her hands and pried her pussy lips apart. Bob watched her display herself to him, then he crawled between her legs. The head of his meaty cock zeroed in on its target. With a push he was deep inside her snatch. Mai Lee wrapped her legs around the small of his back. He put his mouth on her and their mouths met in a devouring kiss. Their tongues lapped at each other. He had his hands under her shoulders and pulled her body up to crush against his. She fell into the rhythm of fucking and ran his dick in and out of her wet cunt. Bob pulled himself back so he could suck on her tits at the same time.
"Ooh, Robert, I am supposed to be pleasing you, but you are giving me much pleasure." Mai Lee moaned. Her whispers of delight really turned Bob on. He had always thought of screwing as mostly a man's pleasure, but now he wanted Mai Lee to get more out of it than himself. He concentrated on controlling his orgasm and began to fuck her box furiously. His eight inch fucking tool was pulled out to the tip, then jammed all the way in. Mai Lee had never felt such an enormous dick inside of her. It drew her pussy in and out until her whole crotch was on fire. She started tearing at his back with her long fingernails as her body was wracked with convulsions. Bob kept up his frantic tempo. His root banged at the dripping hole. Mai Lee groaned with desire. Her hips pounded into her stomach. Bob waited inside her, until she had been brought screaming to the heights of pleasure, then he emptied his load of steamy come into her snatch. His tool jerked out the fluid in bursts of ecstasy. They lay crumpled on one another for long minutes, then Mai Lee went in the bathroom to wash herself. She returned with a basin of warm water and cleansed Bob's organ.
"Robert, you are so strong in your loins," she complimented him. "You must bring much delight to the marriage bed."
Bob felt an ache go through him. He'd been thinking a lot about Judy since he first screwed Joy in Manila. He was feeling pangs of guilt over leaving her at home while he balled in far away places. He could picture her sitting at home watching TV, or doing some other boring thing. If only we could share ourselves like these women do with their customers, he thought. That would be heaven. These girls are so understanding of a man's needs. They're never afraid to please a man in any way possible. His mind dwelled on thoughts of his wife. Mai Lee was puzzled by his silent brooding.
A few doors down from Bob and Mai Lee, Doug was naked on another bed. Sue was removing the last of her clothing.
"Sue, you one hot ass." Doug joked with her. "Look, see my prick? You make me want fucky-fuck."
Sue was used to his way, but he always made her feel so good. "Doug, you most man Sue ever had."
She came over to the bed and began eating him, but he switched roles.
"You lay down, Doug hungry."
Sue sprawled across the bed and opened wide. Her hairy clit twitched in anticipation of the coming delights. Doug laid down between her legs and grabbed her ass from underneath. He raised her hot pussy up to his mouth and buried his face in it. The pungent aroma of female sex engulfed his nostrils. He loved it. He patiently lapped it up, drinking the salty juices like a thirsty animal. His tongue slid around the mucousy membrane of her outer lips. He moistened her with his saliva, then drove his tongue deep into the bowels of her furry hole. Sue turned on to the feel of being eaten, and started up the hill to the peak of pleasure. Doug let his mouth slide over her pubic bush, wetting the hair and matting it down against the firm mound of her crotch. Lifting her ass higher he flicked across her ass-hole. He lightly tasted the fuzz down there. She quivered a little as he let his tongue dart in and out of her crinkly ass-hole. He licked across the puckered cavity. Sue's legs were high in the air over Doug's head. She kicked a little. The feel of his licks on her bunhole sent shivers racing through her. She patted his head and held on for balance. Her cunt was dripping wet with sweet juice and she longed for his massive root to jam into her.
Doug attended to her bottom and cunt with his mouth until Sue was going out of her mind. Then, he ran his rock hard tool along the lips of her snatch, greasing it with her flow. Placing his elbows on either side of her head he lowered into her and inserted his cock into her slit. Sue thrust up to ensnare his prick, and they began the primitive gyrations of screwing. Her cunt quivered as it wrapped around his shaft. She was gooey wet with juice and he slid easily into her box. They pumped for a minute, and then withdrew. He flipped Sue over and made her kneel on all fours. When she spread her legs, he had an enormous beaver shot looking at him. He ran his finger across her ass-hole while he moved into position. The head of his dick parted the thick walls of her cunt, and he slowly forced his tool back into her. He bent over to lay across her back. He played with both her tits while he pumped his rod in and out. Her nipples were extremely hard little buds in his hands and he worked them over, pinching them tauter. He kissed the soft skin on the back of her neck and Frenched her ears. Her clit was being massaged with each thrust, and Sue held up her head for Doug's anxious lips to roam over her neck and ears. They fucked until they both were in reach of the bliss of coming. Doug sped up his movements. Sue's stomach jumped inside her. She panted as the twitches took hold of her muscles. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she was lost for a second while her body arched in orgasm. Doug shot his wad, filling her cunt so that the excess oozed out to run down her legs. They clung to each other throughout the simultaneous climax.
Back in the other room, Bob was toying with a weird idea he'd had. He wanted to talk to Mai Lee about Judy, but he didn't know how she'd take this. Would she be offended?
Mai Lee knew that Bob was troubled. Because she spoke English so well, she was the one to see if a man needed to talk out something as well as sexually satisfying him. A lot of her regulars talked almost as much as they screwed. Mai Lee sensed that Bob wanted to say something so she decided to break the silence.
"My Robert, you appear troubled. Have I failed to satisfy you?" she asked with a little-girl look of innocence.
"Oh, no. No!" Bob offered quickly. "I'm sorry to be forgetful and so inattentive, Mai Lee. My mind was just wandering a little bit, that's all."
She tried to draw him out a little further. "Where does your mind wander to, Robert?"
He hesitated, then started to spill out his story. "Back home," he replied. "I'm married, you know, and I was thinking of my marvelous wife just now. I hope you're not offended by that?" He was afraid of her reaction, but she shocked him with her answer.
"Robert, your wife is a most fortunate woman to have you. Thoughts of love are natural when one is making love. You must be very happy with her."
This broke open Bob's wall of resistance and he poured out his problems to her. He explained about their hurried sex session right before he left, their shouts of anger and his fear that she and he were headed for a split. Mai Lee's quiet attention was all he needed to empty himself of all anxieties he'd been carrying around for the past days.
"I don't know what to do, Mai Lee," he said despondently. "I love Judy, but we're so far apart when it comes to pleasing each other."
"Do you try hard to please her, Robert?"
"Well, I used to think I did, but I'm not so sure now. I always stuck to the usual way of doing it. I never experimented much with her."
Mai Lee hit on the key to the whole problem. "Robert, have you had many new experiences on this trip of yours?"
"Man, I'll say I have!" His reply was enthusiastic. "I've learned things they never taught me in school."
"Well, I believe you have just solved your difficulty," she said confidently. Bob wasn't at all confident. "What do you mean? I don't think I've solved a single thing."
Mai Lee responded slowly, carefully choosing her words.
"Robert, marriage is like an equation. The husband and wife are students trying to find the proper equation for their solution. They attempt many different solutions, failing at times, learning the key part to the equation at other times. They fight, argue, discover each other's true identity, and constantly evolve until the equation is solved and they are happy together. You have been married only a short time. You have solved part of the equation, but you are stumbling over another part of it-sex. You are not apparently able to find the key to your own sexual happiness. But, have you used all that you know to find that key? No! You have used only a small part of your sexual experience to bring joy to your wife's bed. Look on this night and other nights with other women as learning experiences. Take this new-found knowledge home with you, Robert. Apply it to your marriage and you may discover the equation is really a simple problem."
Bob's head reeled as he listened to the fantastic logic of the girl. He knew that she was right, that the thing to do was not to feel guilty about all he had done, but to use it to drive his wife wild with passion. But, he still had one small doubt.
"Mai, you angel of wisdom, what if I try to use my new found knowledge and my wife rejects it?"
She smiled very secretively and sweetly at his ignorance. "Robert, there is not a woman yet created who would not take pleasure from her husband if given with true love. If you love your wife, she will know that you want only to see her happy. Your actions will speak for themselves. She will know that things have changed."
Bob got up from the bed and paced about the room. He felt better than he had in a long time. Slowly, all that Mai Lee had said began to make beautiful sense to him. He knew he could bring it off. He might have trouble at first getting Judy to accept the diversity of his experience, but he was positive he could do it.
He came back to the bed and looked at the girl. He wanted to say something to her, tell her how grateful he was for her wisdom, but she gently put her hand over his mouth.
"No more needs to be said, Robert," she whispered. "Pretend I am your Judy. Love me like you would love her."
He tenderly hugged her and drew her to him for a long kiss. Their mouths met with a quiet passion that was more powerful than Bob had ever felt before. He laid her down on her side. He kissed her again and traveled over her body with his hands. The familiar flesh suddenly seemed new to him. He was fully aware of her delight in being touched. He caressed her neck, then encircled one of her tiny breasts with his hand. He squeezed the soft flesh and slid a finger over the dot of her nipple. It swelled to jut from her boob. He pinched it between his fingers, rolling it in tiny swirls. The skin around the nipple crinkled and rose to a jagged pattern of lines around the bud. He moved to the other breast, arousing it with deft fingers. Slipping his hand down the flat fine surface of her belly, he probed at her navel. Feeling, touching, he worked the skin on her body to bring her close up to full arousal. He grabbed a small tuft of her pussy hair. The coarse, wiry hair strands slid through his fingers. He plucked at the loose fold of skin on her cunt lips. She spread her legs wider. He lightly touched the pink inner-cunt skin running his fingers up and down the dewy treasure. Mai Lee returned his caresses and she played with the thick mat of chest hair, then reached for his meat. Bob's tool was ready for action. The hardness of his shaft sent a thrill coursing through the girl's body. She gripped his rod fiercely. Her gyrating fingers traced a pattern on his pendulous balls. They were heavy with his come, straining to unload into her cunt. She squeezed them softly. Bob had her hole dripping wet, so he gently pulled her hand away from his crotch and mounted her inviting suppleness.
His first penetration made both of them shudder. His huge dong slid up the passageway of her cunt, spreading the walls with its thickness. He felt his knob rub against the deep pit of her insides. They embraced passionately as Bob humped. He was trying to please this woman. It was novel for him to be so concerned about his partner, but he was beginning to understand how mutual regard made sex even more exciting. He took time to notice how Mai Lee was reacting to the fucking. Her large, slanted eyes were closed. Her breathing was irregular and she slowly moved her head from side to side. Her tongue flicked out repeatedly to moisten her lips as she moaned and groaned deep in her throat. Bob was amazed at how watching her upturned face turned him on. He also was aware of the power hidden in his eight inch tool. He felt supreme in his ability to drive Mai Lee crazy with sex wants, and he felt good about giving her so much of what she wanted. This tenderness on his part made the fucking a thing of beauty. Bob never knew it could be so powerful an expression of love. And, at that instant, he truly loved Mai Lee. She had helped him in a way that would be difficult to explain to someone else, but her help was a real thing, making him feel alive for the first time in his life.
Their mutual concern for each other's satisfaction brought them heatedly to orgasm. Mai Lee squealed with delight as Bob's cock sent wads of cream into her snatch. She let her own spasms grip his dick and pull the juice from him. They locked bodies as the waves of passion swept over them, then leaving them limp in each other's arms.
"Robert, I envy your Judy," Mai Lee purred. "She will be truly happy with you, now."
"All thanks to you, Mai Lee," Bob said, kissing her. "I love you."
"I could tell, Robert, believe me, I could tell."
They continued to love, and finished happily. They then bathed each other in a sunken tub filled with lightly scented water and oil. Mai Lee had food sent up, and they ate a delicious dinner. The two of them chatted like old friends. Bob told her of his boyhood in Ohio, and she related stories of her life in Hawaii. It was so much like being married, thought Bob. Or, that is, so much like the way marriage should be, the way his marriage would be.
Doug and Sue were once again bathing with all the girls in the huge swimming pool-style tub. Doug was up to his normal antics, chasing the naked girls around in the water, making all of them squeal as he dove in after them. Sue lept on his back in the shallow end of the pool. He couldn't get her off, as another girl had him by the ankles under the water. With a splash he fell on his ass. Sue held him under for a second then pulled him up.
"You lose!" She shouted playfully.
"Aw, Sue, honey." Doug yelled. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. Their slippery bodies met and lit afire with desire. Sue always put out her best for Doug. Under the water she let his semi-hard cock float between her legs, then she closed her legs to clamp down on his root. With a few kisses, she had him right where she wanted him. His stiffened cock slid easily into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist. They were in water up to their chests, and Doug pumped his hips as he walked back and forth with Sue's pussy gripping his root. The warmth of the bath added to their excitement. Within a few minutes, Sue was softly whispering in Chinese to Doug as she bit his ears tenderly. Doug knew that this meant she was about to explode. He maintained an even stroke and brought her convulsively to climax. His control was so good that he was still hard with come when she had finished.
"Doug is not pleased?" she asked with concern. She thought he would have come for sure.
Doug grinned his evil looking grin. "Sue, we go room and fuck more right away. Me make you come again, then Doug shoot off his big load in Sue."
Sue giggled delightedly. She dried Doug off with a special rub on his still hard prick, then they padded back to their room. Doug sat on the edge of the bed while Sue stood in front of him. He turned her around so that she was facing away from him. The crack of her ass hovered away from him, also, over his stiff cock. He lowered her slowly onto his rod, aiming the head of his prick into her pussy. Sue settled onto the meat with a gasp. Her feet were planted on the floor. The hair of Doug's crotch rubbed against her open ass-hole to excite her to fever pitch. She pumped her hips around in circles, really letting his tool frig her good. Doug had one hand on one of her tits. He pinched the nipple between his two fingers, then let his other hand go to her spread-open bottom. He licked a finger and inserted it into her bun-hole. Sue wriggled her ass until his finger was in her up to the second knuckle. She could feel his dick being moved around inside her by his probing finger in her ass-hole. The sensation of having both her cavities filled at once thrilled Sue unbelievably. She caught her breath as her orgasm mounted. The twitches grew in intensity. Soon her guts were heaving under her skin. Doug's tool jammed in and out to trigger the explosive moment. As her heaves subsided, his joint shot a load into her. She could feel the hot, sticky liquid on her cunt lips, running out to dribble onto Doug's lap. His wad was enormous and it spilled over his thighs, wetting the sheets. They let it drip until Doug pushed Sue up. She smiled down at his sudden weakness, and then went to the bathroom to douche. This was a standard procedure for all the girls. They knew that their clients might want to next eat it, so they were aware of this and always ready for anything that might be desired. Doug lit a cigarette and wondered how Bob was making out with Mai Lee.
Mai Lee asked a very blunt question. "Robert, is there anything you would like to do that you have never done before?" Bob was no longer afraid to speak his mind. "How is the proper way to ask your wife if you can screw her in the ass-hole?"
Mai Lee giggled at the bluntness of the question, then spoke to assure him she wasn't making fun of him.
"Do not ask, Robert. Let your actions ask for you. She will answer with her actions. Come to bed."
She led him to the bed where they lay next to each other and embraced.
"Now, kiss the skin on my neck. Run your tongue in circles on the soft flesh. Move down to my breasts to pay them loving attention. That is it, Robert. My nipples are alive in your mouth. They are eager to be sucked. You make my breasts tingle with excitement. The other one now. Aah, that is good."
She talked him through every motion. Bob thrilled to her commands then carried them out with such visible joy.
"Return to my neck, Robert. Kiss it and caress it with your fingers. Start now to move slowly and turn me on my side away from you, but continue on my neck. That will give you a reason for turning me. You want to nibble on my ears. You want to taste the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. There you are, my Robert, your lips are chilling me all over my body. Take my ear into your mouth. Run your tongue along the flesh there. Lightly touch the small hairs in my inner ears with your tongue. AAH! OOH, ROBERT! YOU MAKE MY PUSSY BURN!"
"Place your mouth between my shoulder blades. Just there. Yes! My back is waiting for a trail of your kisses to ignite it. Move down. Yes! Nibble on me. Feel my body with your lips. Stop there, Robert. The small of my back is so very sensitive to your touch. Kiss me more. Run your tongue on the quivering flesh. Hold my hips and pull me into your chest. Yes! Your hair is tickling my ass cheeks. My ass needs some of your tender attention now. Move to the top of my crack. Not all the way down though. Flick your tongue there at the top. You thrill me, Robert! I can feel your face rubbing on my ass. You make me want to open for you. Run your tongue into my crack, itself. Make me want your kisses more. Yes! Yes! Spread me open with the palms of your hands. See my wrinkled hole, Robert? See it squirm at the touch of your finger? It wants to be loved like you loved my neck, back, and ass cheeks. Kiss it now, Robert. Love it! Make it wet with your saliva. Yes! Oh, Robert! Oh, God, Yes!"
"Be gentle and play with my pussy at the same time. My cunt has been longing for your touch. Your fingers. Force them into me slowly. Spread your fingers to rub my juices all over my cunt. Now, kiss my cunt, Robert. Aagh! The thrills you give my body. Suck my honey out of its pot. Use your wet finger to make my ass-hole glisten. That's it. Work the juice up into my ass-hole. Gently, Robert, gently. Insert your wet finger into my ass-hole while you eat me. Ooh! My darling! Your mouth and finger make me want you so much."
Mai Lee stopped her instructions only long enough to kneel on all fours.
"Now return to my ass-hole, Robert. Put your finger back in there. Wet it once more with my pussy juice. Make it slippery. It will need much oil for the penetration of your cock. Now work your finger to the top of my hole. Make room for another finger. That is perfect! Stretch my ass-hole, Robert. Make it open its secrets of pleasure to you. Ooh! Aah, you are perfect. Now, leave your finger in me and moisten your cock in my pit. Fuck me slowly, Robert. Let your cock grow heavy with my juices. That is it! Let me give you the means of entering my tight ass. Run your cock in some more. Move your fingers to keep my ass-hole stretched."
"Now, Robert, withdraw from my pussy. Run your cock along the crack of my ass. I can feel your desire. I want you to now put your cock against my ass-hole. Slowly move forward. Spread my cheeks with your hands. Slowly. Slowly. That is the key, Robert. I must stretch to the size of your cock. Push again. Aagh! My ass-hole is flaming for you. I have your cock-head in me. I can feel the vise I have on you! Yes! Now push slowly, Robert. I am taking you easily. Your cock is gagging me, your tool is so massive. Move, my darling. Force me to take all of you. Yes! NOW FUCK ME! You can go faster. I have you now. Yes! My body is on fire! My body is moving with you. Can you feel the tightness of me, Robert? Do I please you? Fuck my ass! You are making me come! Aagh! My dear!"
Bob came violently. He filled her ass with jizz. She contracted to pump his balls. Mai Lee came at the same time. She dropped her head to the sheets and moaned over and over. Bob let his cock jerk to its final spasm, then he pulled out to lay on the bed, exhausted. Mai Lee nestled in the crook of his arm.
"You are a true lover, Robert," she whispered in his ear. "Your wife will never be the same."
He closed his eyes and suddenly longed to be home again. He hugged Mai Lee and pretended it was Judy whom he'd just buggered.
Doug finished up another session with Sue, then got dressed. He waited in the foyer for Bob to come out. Mrs. Loo entertained him with stories about the trials and tribulations of running a high-class whorehouse in today's lousy economic situation.
Bob emerged about half an hour later. They settled the fees with Mrs. Loo.
"Will you gentlemen be back soon?" she asked solicitously.
Bob was first to answer. "No, Mrs. Loo. I'll be home with my wife for quite a while. In fact, I don't know when I'll ever be back in Hawaii. Maybe I'll bring my wife here for a vacation. I think she'll like it, but she wouldn't appreciate it if I brought her here."
They laughed as Doug declared, "Well, ma'am, I'll be back, that's for damn sure!"
Mrs. Loo had a taxi waiting for them, so they started back to Hickam Air Force Base. They rode a few minutes in silence before Bob spoke.
"You know, Doug, it's really funny how things work out. I started out over here to ball away my anger at Judy, and now, after it's all over, all I want to do is go home to her and patch things up. It's been one helluva trip!"
Doug knew that something important had happened with Mai Lee, but he figured that it wasn't his business to ask.
"Well, Captain, old buddy, I told ya that Mitchell the Marriage Mender was gonna take care of ya!"
Bob looked at Doug with a lot of affection. "You're the worst joker I know, Doug, but you hit the nail right on the head. You have mended my marriage. At least, I hope to God you have."
CHAPTER NINE
Judy's flight home had been uneventful. She had plenty of time to run everything around in her mind many, many times before her plane landed. She had decided the best thing to do would be to tell Bob everything and hope that he would forgive her.
It was early afternoon when the cab pulled up to her house. She paid the driver, stepped out and started for the door.
Next door, Susie Allen and Calvin Gibbs were seated in lawn chairs chatting away. Judy looked straight ahead at the door of her home.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Franklin." It was Calvin, bowing his head and grinning wryly. Without a word, Judy stepped up on the porch and slipped her key into the door.
"Thank God!" she whispered, eyeing the goodbye note she had left for Bob. "I beat him home!" Putting the suitcase on the floor, she looked all around the living room, wondering if the house would ever seem the same to her, after all she had been through.
She had started for the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, when the phone began to ring. Susie? Calvin? Ken Henry? Whoever it was, she wasn't interested in talking to them. Another ring. "Oh Hell!"
"Hello!"
"Hi, honey, what's the matter?"
"Bob? Bob, is it really you?"
"Of course it's me, honey. Who did you think it was?" He had never called her before while on a mission and the sound of his voice had really caught her by surprise. When it finally dawned on her who, indeed, it was, she couldn't control her excitement.
"Oh Bob! Where are you, darling? Are you coming home soon?"
"Yeah, honey, that's why I called. I'll be in this evening and there's a million things I want to tell you. But mainly I just wanted to hear your voice and to tell you that I love you madly."
She couldn't control the tears that came. "Oh darling, I love you so."
"So we're deeply in love. Is that anything to cry about? Listen, Honey! You put on a fabulous dinner, with candlelight and the works and I'll see you at seven. Gotta run, baby. Bye."
"Bob!" It was too late. She heard the click of his receiver and gently laid hers back down. That's alright, she thought. Better that I tell him everything face to face.
She spent the remainder of the afternoon preparing the feast of feasts. She had run to the store and picked up all the things Bob loved, then stopped at the liquor store for a bottle of their favorite wine. It was six o'clock now and everything was ready, but Judy herself. Taking a last look at the table she turned and hurried into the bathroom for a hot shower.
Judy took great care in dressing herself. She chose Bob's favorite dress, perfume and lipstick, wore her hair back the way he liked it and carefully applied her eye make-up. Everything was set
Back into lie living room where she picked out his favorite records and stacked them on the stereo. Then into the dining room to pour the wine and light the candles. Everything had a totally romantic atmosphere about it.
She heard the base taxi pull into the driveway and watched the beam of the headlights flash on the wall, immediately taking her back to the evening it had all started, with a stupid argument.
The doorbell startled her back to the present. She ran over and opened the door. There stood Bob, in a handsome civilian suit.
"This is for the lady I love." He handed her the soft red rose he had hidden behind his back. Judy threw her arms around his neck and cried like she had never cried before.
"Bob, oh Bob. I've missed you so."
"I've missed you too, honey. Say, aren't you going to ask me about my uniform?"
She stepped back, wiping her eyes. "Well yes, dear, I was wondering why..."
"Thought you'd never ask, lady. This is my new uniform, after the first of the month, anyway. I've resigned my commission, Judy. We're going back to Ohio. I've even lined up a great position there. If you'll let me in, I'll tell you all about it."
Judy was so excited with the news she couldn't think right. "Come in, silly." She backed up, holding the rose to her cheek.
Bob took a look around the house. "It's nice, but we'll do better in Ohio."
"Bob! I have something to tell you, Bob. Please sit down a minute." He could see the seriousness in her eyes, sat on the edge of the sofa and looked up at her.
"Darling, when you left, I was hurt, angry, and terribly lonely. Things started happening and..." Bob had jumped to his feet and was covering her mouth with his hand. Then he replaced it with his mouth. It was a kiss she had never known he could give; passionate, yet soft and tender. His lips were warmer than they had ever been. When their mouths parted he whispered in her ear.
"Don't say another word, honey. Whatever mistakes you have made since I left, they're nothing compared to mine. But they say that people learn from their mistakes. I have. I've learned that you're the only woman I could ever love, and that my commission was only keeping me from you. I've changed in every way, Judy, and things are going to be different from now on. If you've learned the same things and can honestly say you love me, than what we did doesn't make any difference. It's not worth bringing up."
"I love you, Bob," she cried.
"That's all I need to hear, Judy." He gently lifted her chin in his hand. "Can dinner wait a little while?" Judy nodded, as he bent down, lifted her in his arms and walked to the bedroom door.
