"Stick out yo' can, 'cause here come de garbage man!"
Her husband safely at the office, Joanie looked out the kitchen window and watched the strapping, muscular black garbage man effortlessly toss a fifty pound box of trash onto the back of the truck.
Then she remembered she'd forgotten to take the trash out the night before.
She dashed out to the street, lugging the heavy can.
The garbage man smiled at her and took the can, emptying it.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Joanie asked him.
"Yes, Ma'am," Jed replied, watching Joanie stare at the huge bulge in his crotch.
"Come in," she invited, and he followed her into the kitchen where she poured him coffee, her breasts clearly visible under her robe as she bent to pour the Java.
Despite the chilly winter morning, he noticed that the lovely white housewife was sweating.
"Would you like to come into the bedroom?" she asked him, her voice husky with desire.
"What fo'?" asked Jed the garbage man.
"Anything you want," replied the horny white woman.
She stood. So did Jed.
She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, locking the door.
She prayed her husband would not decide to come home early. one
At 6:51 A.M., the clock/radio Joanie had gotten with green stamps emitted a low pitched raspberry that snapped both Joanie and her husband Norm awake with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.
The too-cheerful voice of a morning DJ filled their bedroom.
"Yes, and it's six-fifty-three A.M.," chirped the DJ. No one had the right to be that cheerful at such an ungodly hour. "Temp's holding at a steady plus-twelve degrees out there in the Big Apple this fine, frosty morning, so button up tight and don't forget your booties and thermal underwear folks, 'cause you're definitely gonna need it this morning...also, you commuters can expect a fifteen minute delay on all major roadways, twenty to twenty-five minute delay on the B.Q.E..."
Joanie reached over the blanket-covered lump that was her husband and shut off the radio.
Norm, her husband of four and one half years, continued snoring. Joanie shook him gently, knowing from experience that the radio alarm was never enough to arouse her sleeping giant.
Joanie was a pert, pretty brunette of 25, with huge, sexy bedroom brown eyes and a figure every bit as shapely as it was when she was a teenager. She had firm, sloping breasts with pointy nipples and a tush that never failed to attract attention whenever she walked down Queens Boulevard.
"Norm, honey," she whispered in his ear, laying across his side as he slept, her breasts (Joanie always slept in the raw) rubbing against his bare shoulder (Norm also slept in the raw).
"Mummph," Norm grumbled, not wanting to be awakened from his wild sex dream, where he was banging the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders one at time.
"Time to face another day, Norm honey," Joanie whispered in his' ear, her hot breath pushing him deeper into his dream.
He continued snoring. Joanie knew how to wake him up though. She slid her hand down to his crotch and started fondling his dingleburt.
She could feel it growing erect in her hand. Norm smiled in his sleep.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he mumbled.
She kissed his bare shoulder and continued playing with his pecker. Norm was half asleep, half awake now. He rolled onto his back so afford his wife a better angle in which to play with his dork.
He pulled his wife on top of him and threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. He loved the feeling of her luscious boobs rubbing against his hairy chest. Also, neither of them had been in the mood for lovemaking the evening before, due to the shitty day they'd both had, and now they were both ready for a little hanky-panky.
Actually, Joanie thought to herself, if they consummated their love at that moment, it would bb the first time in almost a week. Joanie assumed that at this particular stage of their marriage, it was the quality and not the quantity of their lovemaking that mattered.
"Kiss me, wench," Norm said, trying to wake
Joanie kissed her husband deeply on the mouth as she stretched out on top of him. She held him , by the shoulders as Norm rubbed his hands all over her ass and back.
"Mmmmmmm," Norm moaned as he felt Joanie's full Hps pressing against his. Joanie couldn't help but smile as she felt his cock growing harder and harder against her naked thigh.
She rubbed her legs against his as Norm rolled her over onto her back.
He smothered her with his trim, well muscled body, save for a pound here and there since their wedding. She'd learned to cook in four years.
Joanie threw her arms around her husband's back and held him firmly as he rubbed his crotch against hers. She could feel his cock against her furry pubic bush. It felt hard, hot and ready.
Norm started sucking her firm, erect nipple. They were old friends.
"Norm, you'll be late..." Joanie gasped, but knew she was wasting her words. Trying to discourage her husband when he wanted sex was like asking the Palestinians to love the Jews.
"Who gives a tin shit?" Norm croaked, and proceeded to ravage his missus.
He prodded the tip of his pecker against her wet slit. Joanie moaned.
"Norm..."
He ignored her and proceeded to slide his throbbing member into her creaming slit. Always nice to start the day with a healthy, uninhibited bang.
"Eeeep," Joanie squealed delightedly as she felt Norm's wanger go deep into her fur pocket.
Norm slid his hands under her ass-cheeks and pushed her groin up, sliding his dick as deeply into her as humanly possible. He felt enormous inside of her.
He started pumping her, sliding his porker in and out of her gaping hole. Joanie climaxed almost at once, as she was a lot hornier than she'd previously imagined. After all, it HAD been a week since they'd last...
"Oh!" she cried as she felt Norm's lips pucker around her nipple. She sank her sharp fingernails into his back and held on for dear life.
"Ugh, cunt warm," Norm grunted, ramming his pecker in and out of her. The man had a way with words.
She wrapped her long, smooth, shapely legs around her husband's mid-section as he continued pushing and pulling his pulsating man's meat in and out of her until Joanie was frothing at the mouth.
She loved hitting the sheets with Norm, always had, even before they'd been married and were forced to do their erotic couplings in seedy hot-sheets motels near Kennedy Airport.
Norm slammed his hips into her again and this time, he stayed there. He began to come, spurting huge gobs of sizzling jism into her wet snatch.
Joanie could feel his exploding dick quiver deep inside of her womb and climaxed again, sort of making up for lost time.
They lay motionless together until Norm's orgasm dwindled down.
When he was finished, he rolled off of his wife and promptly went back to sleep, snoring soundly. Joanie wondered if he would even remember their lovemaking two hours later.
She decided to let him sleep for a few minutes while she prepared breakfast. She went into the kitchen of the two-family house they rented and popped some English muffins in the toaster, than put up the water for coffee.
Norm's breakfast usually consisted of coffee and a couple of Marlboros, but Joanie decided that due to the frigid weather, her husband would need a little something under his belt besides tobacco.
She heard the shower start in the bathroom, which meant that Norm had awakened on his own.
"When the swallow come back to Capas-trami..." she sang softly as she buttered and jellied the muffin, "that's the day I'm hoping you come back to me...."
She heard the garbage truck lumbering down the narrow Queens street and suddenly remembered that Norm had forgotten to put the trash out on the street the night before.
She grabbed the two bulging green Hefty bags and dashed out into the freezing February morning, one in each hand, just as the garbage truck pulled up in front of the house.
A good looking, muscular and extremely tall Black dude jumped off the back of the truck as it rolled to a halt and took the bags from Joanie, tossing them effortlessly into the open end of the truck.
"Mornin', Ma'am," he said politely, giving her a huge smile. Joanie had no way of knowing that her robe was open at the top and her cleavage was in full view.
"Good morning," she replied, shivering in the cold. "Looks like I just made it."
"That you did, that you did," replied the garbage man, tipping his hat politely. Joanie noticed for a second time how handsome and rugged looking he was.
The truck started moving again as his coworkers dumped the cans on that particular portion of street. The handsome Black man jumped back onto the end of the truck and bowed gra- ciously at Joanie, then rubbed his chest.
Joanie looked down and finally noticed that her robe was open at the top. She turned a dark shade of red and dashed back into the house. She heard the muscular Black man singing from the truck as it rolled down the street.
"Stick out yo' can here come de garbage man!" he sang in a surprisingly high and sweet sounding voice.
She stepped into the warm kitchen, where Norm was sipping coffee and smoking, the muffin sitting untouched on the table beside him.
"You really should eat something, Norm," she said, sitting down at the table.
"Eating this early makes me nauseous," he replied, not looking up from the sports section of the DAILY NEWS. "Fuckin' Rangers. Really took a shellacking last night at the Garden."
"Pity," Joanie replied, and nibbled at the cold English muffin. "By the way, dear, I heard squeaking in the basement yesterday. I think we have mice."
"I'll oil it on Saturday," Norm mumbled.
"That'll be fine," she replied dryly.
*****
Joanie wheeled the shopping cart up the aisle of the jam-packed Waldbaum's supermarket, where blue -haired old ladies, mothers with their screaming kids and an odd array of dark skinned foreigners shopped.
She was reaching for a jar of Aunt Millie's tomato sauce when she felt someone pushing her from behind.
Joanie wheeled around and saw a short, squat Greek woman who was wearing a heavy black overcoat and had a black 'shmata' on her head.
"Move," the old broad croaked.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Want get by," the aging battleax gurgled. "Want sauce."
Joanie sighed and stepped aside, allowing the old lady to get by. She grabbed the last jar of sauce and tossed it into her basket.
"Shit," Joanie muttered, and grabbed a jar of an inferior brand, hoping Norm wouldn't notice the difference.
She wheeled the shopping cart past two old ladies who were about to come to blows over the last box of sugar cookies that were on sale.
"Gimme that, you old hag!" cried one, a blue-haired old mama who wore skin tight designer jeans and enough makeup to cover the entire state of Montana.
"You should go drop dead!" snapped the other, who looked a lot like the Greek woman who'd scarfed the last jar of sauce. "Why don't you go drop dead!"
The first jerked the box away from the second.
"I saw them first, hatchet-face!"
Number Two grabbed them back.
"They're mine, Dragon-breath!"
"Eat doody and die!" cried Number One, "or else I'll call the manager and have your fat ass thrown out of the store!"
"Go ahead!" shouted Number Two. "I been shopping here since this store opened and the manager is a personal friend of mine."
"Then he's not very choosy about his friends!" bellowed Number One, grabbing the box away.
Number Two lunged at Number One and got her in a headlock. She heaved the old babe into a display of Green Giant canned corn, sending cans flying all over the aisle.
Joanie ignored them. She was used to it, having been born and raised in Queens and accustomed to witnessing such fights.
She made her way to the deli counter, which was clogged with people and shopping carts.
She went over to the green box, pulled the handle and grabbed the ticket that popped out. It had number 138 on it.
Number I-I-9!" cried the deli clerk.
Joanie sighed. There were twenty people ahead of her, which meant she would get out of the Waldbaums just in time for the Second Coming.
She decided to do without potato salad and cole slaw, figuring to buy them at the local deli instead, when another blue -haired old lady sashayed up to her, smiling.
"What number you got?" she asked Joanie.
"One-three-eight," Joanie replied.
"I got one-two-one," the old broad said. "I'm next. I'll sell you my ticket for a buck."
"A buck? To swap tickets?"
"Look," the old girl explained. "I just figure a pretty girl like you got lots to do today. Me, I'm just an old widow who ain't got nobody waitin' for me at home. I just thought you'd like to get outta this store before Halley's Comet comes around again. Of course, if you don't wanna swap, it's no skin off my 'tuchas.'"
"Well..." Joanie said, thinking it over, "Alright, I'll swap."
She handed the old girl a dollar bill, while the old girl handed Joanie the ticket.
"You made a wise decision, sweetie," she said, and melted into the crowd.
"One-two-two!" announced the deli clerk. "Who's got one-two-two?"
"I have one-two-one," Joanie said, wading through the crowd.
"Too late, I already called that number," the deli clerk shot back.
"But..."
"One-two-three!" cried the clerk.
Joanie went to get her dollar back from the lady, but she'd wisely taken a powder and was nowhere to be found.
This day was rapidly turning into a nightmare.
Joanie wheeled her cart down the cereal aisle in search of Cocoa Crispies, Norm's favorite.
She found them. Unfortunately, they were sucked up high, out of reach to anyone who wasn't one of the Harlem Globetrotters. She jumped up, trying to grab a box, and missed by a good six inches. She tried again, with similar results.
Two store clerks strolled by her, ignoring her dilemma.
She tried again, failed, and was about to give up when she heard a deep voice behind her.
"Need some help there, Ma'am?"
She wheeled around and saw a familiar looking Black dude grinning at her.
"Yes, desperately," she replied.
The strapping, handsome Black guy casually reached up and grabbed the box of cereal, then dropped it into her basket.
"You wanna be careful not to eat too much of that stuff," he said, pointing to the box of Cocoa Crispies. "It's loaded with sugar."
"Right, thanks very much," Joanie replied, eyeing the muscular dark man. "Don't I know you?"
"You might," he replied, and then sang, "Stick out yo' can here come de garbage man!"
"That's it!" Joanie squealed. "We met this morning. Do you live around here?"
"No," he replied. "In Far Rockaway. But I does my shoppin' around here 'cause it's convenient."
"Oh," Joanie replied. "Well, thanks again for your help. I'm grateful."
"You're welcome, Ma'am," he smiled pleasantly, and wheeled his wagon down the aisle.
*****
Joanie Jonesmith steered her husband's battered Chevy Impala down Union Turnpike, listening to the sounds of the Diet Pepsi bottles clanging against each other in the trunk.
She was a little depressed. Norm's attention to her had been on the wane for the last few months, and except for their hurried attempts at sex every other morning and evening, their lives together had been something less than spectacular.
She wondered if Norm was bored with her. She fondly remembered that in the first year or so of their marriage, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Nowadays, it was always sex on Norm's terms, and only when he wanted it. Her few attempts to initiate the proceedings had been rebuffed by Norm.
She stopped for a light at an intersection. On the opposite corner was the Union Turnpike Motor Hotel.
Joanie smiled. She and Norm had spent many a night there before their marriage when they both lived at home and had no where else to go to make love.
Her smiled faded abruptly as she saw her husband step out of the lobby with his arm around a slim waisted blonde who looked to be no more than eighteen.
She couldn't have timed it better.
Norm and the blonde got into a two-door Toyota Corolla, the blonde sliding in behind the wheel.
Joanie was oblivious to the light change from red to green as she watched her husband lean over and passionately kiss the young blonde. Behind her, cars started tooting their horns impatiently.
In a shocked stupor, she hit the gas and cruised down the crowded street.
She was a block from home when the tears started cascading down her cheeks.
That bastard. Was it any wonder his boss at the insurance company was ragging his ass about his faltering policy sales? How could he sell insur- ance when he was running all over town banging blonde nymphettes?
She lugged the groceries into the house and started putting them away, trying to hold on to her waning sanity.
She couldn't decide whether to confront Norm or hope for the best-that it was just a quickie that would not be repeated.
After cleaning every last inch of the house, she made her way into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, wondering what had gone wrong with her marriage.
All of their friends envied them, claiming that Norm and Joanie had the best marriage in New York. If they only knew.
Joanie decided to shower. She went into the bathroom and started undressing. When she was naked, she examined herself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door.
Nice tits. Ass still firm, figure still every bit as trim as it had been on her wedding day. So why was Norm screwing around on the side? She'd never once deprived him of sex when he wanted it, which wasn't much lately. Still, when they did get around to screwing, it was still as good as it had been when they were teenagers.
She showered. And decided she needed a second opinion. She would call her best friend Gloria, who lived three houses down in the Rego
Park neighborhood.
Still dripping, a towel wrapped around her, she picked up the phone and dialed Gloria's number. They'd been friends since grade school, had even married their respective husbands the same year. There was no one she trusted more.
"Hello?" Joanie heard a breathless Gloria answer.
"Hey, kiddo, it's me," Joanie said, the mere sound of Gloria's voice putting her at ease a little. "You got a minute?"
"Uh..." Gloria panted. From the sound of things, Joanie guessed that she'd nailed her best friend in coitus interruptus. "Can I call you back, Joanie? I'm right in the middle of something now..."
"Sounds like it," Joanie replied. "Eddie take the day off today?"
"No," Gloria replied, which was followed by a moan. "I...I can't...I'll call you back in twenty minutes."
The line went dead. A dial tone came on.
Curious. Very curious. Gloria was definitely in the middle of screwing, but with whom? If Eddie was working, then who...?
Joanie was busting to know. Gloria wasn't the type to kiss and tell, even if they were best friends.
She dressed quickly and slipped out of the house. She went down the street to Gloria's house, which was identical to hers. All the houses looked the same in Queens.
She went around back to the bedroom window and peered inside. The shade was down, but there was an inch or two to spare. Joanie crouched a little, peaking through the small space. What she saw made her gasp.
Gloria was on all fours on the bed. A Black man was fucking her up the ass, on his knees behind her. He was fondling her humongous breasts at the same time.
Gloria looked like she was having the time of her life.
There was a rubbery grin on her face the size of the Mississippi delta.
"Eeek! Peeping Tom!" cried a voice behind her.
Joanie spun around. Mrs. Schwartz, an elderly, stooped over woman with gray hair and thick glasses, was standing behind her with her equally aged dog Rex.
"It's just me, Mrs. Schwartz," Joanie stammered, trying to appease the neighborhood busybody.
"Why are you looking in Mrs. Mushnick's window?" Mrs. Schwartz asked accusingly. "Don't deny it, Mrs. Jonesmith. I seen you myself!"
"Uh...Gloria's lending me a dress....and I decided to come around the back...so she could slide it out the window..."
Even Joanie had to admit it sounded pretty silly.
"A likely story," Mrs. Schwartz countered. "You was spying!"
"No! No!" Joanie replied. By this time, Gloria, holding a sheet up to her naked body, had come to the window and was staring skeptically at her friend.
"It's alright, Mrs.Schwartz," Gloria said, coming to Joanie's rescue.
"A fine thing, spying on your neighbors," Mrs. Schwartz muttered, dragging her partially paralyzed pooch down the alley way. "Nothing but a bunch of peeping Irvings we got here, nothing but preverts in Queens these days..."
"What are you doing, Joanie?" Gloria wanted to know. "Were you spying on me?"
"Uh..."
"The truth, Joanie," Gloria said. "And don't try bullshitting a bullshitter, sweetie."
"Yes, I was," Joanie admitted.
"Everything okay, baby?" asked a deep sounding voice from inside the bedroom. Joanie had heard that voice before.
From the corner of her eye, Joanie saw the object of her friend's afternoon lust.
It was the garbage man. The handsome, well built garbage man she'd seen twice that same day.
"It's fine, Jed," Gloria called back to him.
"Can I come in?" Joanie asked, her teeth chattering. "I got to talk to you about something really important."
"Joanie, I'm right in the middle of..."
"I know, I know," Joanie said, "but this can't wait."
Gloria sighed. Behind her, through the window, Joanie saw the garbage man sliding into his pants. He had a broad, rock-hard chest and sturdy, powerful legs. He also had, Joanie noted, a cock big enough to choke a horse. She'd never seen anything quite like it. It was ten inches flaccid. Erect, it was probably the size of a baseball bat.
"Come around the front," Gloria said somewhat irritably. "I'll open the door."
Joanie made her way to the front of the house, where Gloria, in her robe, opened the door for her. The garbage man was sitting on the living room couch, lacing up his work boots.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," Joanie apologized.
"Forget it," Gloria said with a wave of her hand. "Joanie Jonesmith, this is Jedadiah Eustace McGargle."
"We've met," Jedadiah said with a grin.
He stood and walked to the door. . "I best be leaving now," he said to Gloria. "Thanks for the coffee, Miz Mushnick."
"Bye, Jed," Gloria said, standing on her tippy toes and kissing the good looking Black man's cheek. "See you Wednesday."
"Bye, Miz Jonesmith," Jed said to Joanie, and left.
"And how long has this been going on?" Joanie asked her friend, following her into the kitchen where Gloria started making coffee.
"How long has what been going on?" Gloria asked innocently.
"Don't bullshit a bullshitter," Joanie grinned. "I saw what you two were doing."
"About a month," Gloria explained. "He came in one morning after Eddie left for work, to help me haul out some trash. One thing led to another and...hey, wait a minute! You came here to talk to me, not the other way around. Now what's so Goddamn important it couldn't wait?"
Reality crept back to Joanie. She started to cry suddenly. two
"Norm's having an affair," Joanie sniffed, and then started blubbering uncontrollably. "I saw him come out of the Union Turnpike Roach motel with a young blonde, their arms around each other!"
"Jeez," Gloria replied, in shock. "Are you sure it was Norm?"
Joanie nodded, and blew her nose into a napkin.
"It was Norm."
"Shit on fire and save the matches," Gloria muttered. "The ass-hole didn't even have the decency to screw around out of his own neighborhood. You gonna confront him with it?"
"I don't know," Joanie cried. "I suppose I should, but...I just don't know. You think I should?"
"Fuck, yeah," Gloria replied, pouring Java into Joanie's cup. She didn't mince words. "Call the bastard out on it, put his ass through the ringer."
"Yeah, so would Eddie," replied Gloria, a cute redhead with an insatiable appetite for sex. She and Joanie had both lost their virginity the same night some seven years earlier on a double date. The only difference-was, it had been Norm who'd deflowered Joanie while Gloria couldn't even remember the name of her cherry-popper. Joanie had never fucked anyone but Norm.
"I just don't know what to do," Joanie sniffed.
"Why don't you have an affair, too?"
"Me?" Joanie asked, astonished, as though Gloria had suggested undressing in Macy's window. "What would that solve?"
"Not a whole lot, really," Gloria replied, "but it's a lot of fun."
"Yeah," Joanie agreed. "You looked like you were having a ball."
"Oh, I was, believe you me," Gloria said. "I've never made it with a Black guy before. Let me tell you: that trash man is something else. He's hung like an elephant."
"I couldn't help but notice," Joanie said.
"Jed loves to fuck," Gloria said fondly. "He's violated me in places I never even knew I had. He not only found my G-spot, he also found half the fuckiri' alphabet."
"What about Eddie?" Joanie wanted to know. "Doesn't he give you any?"
"Not much," Gloria said. "He's too damn busy trying to make money. When he's not making it, he's worrying about it. He can barely even get it up anymore."
"You never told me that," Joanie said.
Gloria shrugged. "What's to tell? His dick's deader than Marilyn Monroe."
"I'm sorry," Joanie consoled.
"Don't be," Gloria replied. "Jedadiah takes up the slack and then some. That man is simply incredible. He can keep it hard for hours at a time. He can even keep banging my brains out long after he's shot his wad until he has me begging for either mercy or more. Or both. Wanna borrow him for an afternoon?"
"Are you serious?"
"Shit, yeah," Gloria said. "You're my best friend, Joanie. What's mine is yours."
"What if he doesn't want to?"
"Oh, he'll want to, don't worry about that," Gloria assured her. "Jed's a sex maniac. He'd fuck anything that wiggled."
"I couldn't," Joanie replied with a wave of her hand. "I'd feel so guilty."
"Norm doesn't feel guilty."
"No," Joanie agreed, "but that doesn't make it right. Two wrongs, you know?"
"Look, Joanie," Gloria said to her friend. "Norm's got the best of both worlds. He's got some little chippie stashed away on the side and he's got you to do his laundry and cook and clean for him and spread your legs for him whenever he feels like it. He doesn't know how damn lucky he is to have someone as sweet and caring as you. But I'll tell you one thing: if he even suspected you were screwing around on the side, he'd drop that bimbo of his faster than a fart in a tailwind. And if you take on Jed, you'll have a smile on your face twenty-four hours a day that not even footage of starving Africans will erase. And then watch how fast he'll want you back. Men are like that. They're all ass-holes. They only want you when they think you're getting it from someone else. Don't ask me why."
"Alright, suppose I did hit the sheets with your black stud. How exactly do I go about seducing him?"
"When he comes around Wednesday morning," Gloria instructed, "invite him in. He'll handle the rest."
"I don't know..." Joanie said.
"Trust me," Gloria advised. "Fuck him. You won't be sorry."
*****
Wednesday morning.
Norm rushed through breakfast (two cups of coffee) and left a little early, claiming he had an early call in Jersey. Joanie knew better.
She still hadn't confronted him about his affair. And had no immediate intentions of doing so.
"Bye, hon," Norm said, kissing her cheek and dashing out the door, leaving his wife alone.
Twenty minutes later she heard the garbage truck rumbling up the street.
Joanie picked up the Hefty bags and carried them out to the curb, waiting for the truck.
Jed was riding on the back. He jumped off and smiled at Joanie, taking her bags and tossing them effortlessly into the back.
"Mornin', Miz Jonesmith," he said with a friendly grin, his eyes riveted to her robe, where her nipples protruded through the thin material.
"Good morning, Jedadiah," she replied with an even friendlier grin. "Would you care for a cup of coffee or some tea? You must freezing." Jed smiled knowingly.
"I do believe I would," he replied. "That's mighty nice of you to offer, Miz Jonesmith."
"Come," she said, motioning for him to follow her into the house. Jed winked at his fellow trash collectors and started following Joanie into the house.
"Pick you up later," one of them said to Jed. The truck drove off.
Joanie escorted the black stud into the kitchen and nervously poured him a cup of strong coffee.
"Sit," she instructed.
Jed sat at the kitchen table. Joanie set the cup down in front of him. She sat down opposite him, watching his eyes as they traveled up and down her trim figure, mentally undressing her. She felt something tingle in her groin excitedly.
"You want me to seduce you, Miz Jonesmith?" Jed asked suddenly.
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, I been collecting the trash on this block for three years an' you never once ast me in," he said. "Also, I'm assumin' that Miz Mushnick tol' you about me an' her."
"She did," Joanie confessed. "She also suggested that you...that we..."
"I unnerstand," Jed said. "You sure it's what you want?"
"I'm not sure of anything," Joanie replied, finding it remarkably easy to talk to this handsome, aimable black man.
She stood abruptly.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said.
"You sure?"
She nodded.
"Come," she said, leading him into the bedroom and locking the door behind him.
They faced each other.
"You ever have an affair?" Jed asked.
"No," Joanie admitted. "I've only done it with my husband and no one else. You'll be my first."
She saw the huge bulge in his tight Levi's. She ached to have it deep inside of hen
"Take me," she whispered hoarsely.
Jed untied the sash of her robe. She was naked underneath.
He put his brawny arms around her and pulled her flat against his chest. He bowed his head and took her fat nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply on it.
"Oh..." she moaned.
Still standing, he continued sucking her sweet, erect nipple, manipulating his tongue around it until it grew more and more erect.
Joanie unsnapped his jeans. They slid down to his ankles. He stepped neatly out of them.
She started to unbutton his shut. She saw his shiny, hairless, wall-to-wall muscled chest. He was built like a brick shithouse, two hundred pounds of sheer brawn.
Her hands slid down to his crotch.
She slipped them into his bulging shorts and started to fondle his semi-erect pecker. It felt enormous.
She slowly dropped to her knees.
She pulled his shorts down to his ankles. His cock flopped out of the restricting undies, slithering in her hand like a snake, growing larger and larger in her hand.
Nine inches.
Ten inches.
Eleven inches.
She'd never seen anything like it. No white man was hung like that.
"Jesus Christ," she muttered in total astonishment, staring unbelievably at the big black dork. "Where did you get such a huge dick?"
"I got it for my Bar Mitzvah," he quipped.
She parted her lips slowly, holding the monstrous meat in her hand, and closed them around the lightbulb-sized tip.
She ran her tongue over his piss-slit, licking and sucking. Jed gently held her head on either side, guiding her mouth further down his huge black shaft.
"Yeah, suck it, white woman," Jed encouraged.
Joanie did. She took a few more inches of his black meat into her mouth. She could feel the steaming prick grow more and more erect in her mouth.
She cupped his huge balls in her hand and fondled them as she continued sliding his pecker down her throat.
Jed's pecker was so huge that Joanie found she couldn't even take all of it into her mouth.
She stroked her pussy with one hand and gripped Jed's horsedick in her other hand, sucking deeply on it.
"Mrnmmm," she moaned from deep in her throat. She wanted to feel his huge dick deep in her twat.
"Come to the bed," Joanie gasped, way past the point of no return. She grabbed his foot-long weenie and led him over to the bed she shared with her husband and was about to share with a virile, well hung black man.
She sat Jed down on the edge of the king-sized Sealy and dropped to her knees. She unlaced his boots and tossed them aside, then pulled off his socks. He kicked off his shorts.
"Lay flat," she instructed, surprisingly herself by taking the lead, something unheard of with Norm.
She eased him down against the bed, then eased herself down against Jed.
She brought herself back up, squatting over his throbbing black bone. She clenched it in her fist and slowly lowered herself down on it, the thick black banger squeezing into her tight snatch.
"Ngahh," she croaked, Jed's superdick unmercifully stretching the walls of her cunt as she stuffed it into her womb.
"Take it slow, take it slow," Jed whispered, holding the cheeks of her ass, guiding her down onto his pecker. "Got all day, Miz Jonesmith."
"Call me Joanie," she gasped. "Miz Jonesmith sounds too formal."
"Yes, Ma'am," Jed blurted.
The gargantuan black rod went deeper and deeper into her bottomless snatch. Joanie felt like it was ripping her apart.
She lowered herself completely so that the entire black battering ram was inside of her up to the base. She threw her head back and moaned like a bitch in heat as it filled her.
"Jesus God," she moaned gutterally. The sensation was incredible. Norm's equipment felt like a cocktail weenie compared to Jed's nigger knockwurst.
Jed reached up and started fondling her firm breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers.
Joanie put her hands on Jed's as they covered her breasts, pressing them flat against the flesh pillows.
"Oh, Jed..." she groaned. "Words cannot describe the feeling I'm feeling now."
"Glad you like it, baby," Jed replied, his hands slipping down to her slim waist. He gripped it and started bouncing her up and down on his towering shaft.
The bedsprings creaked like a million crickets as they bounced on the bed. Jed pressed the soles of his feet against the cold wall for support.
She continued bouncing. Her moans filled the room like the Vienna Boy's Choir.
Her twat began to cream uncontrollably as she slithered up and down, the big black dork violating her as deeply as ever. Jed squeezed her nipples again, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger.
His hands went around to her back. He pulled her down against his hard chest, her nipples skimming his flesh.
He held her face in his hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Joanie followed suit, parting her luscious lips as Jed slid his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it.
She continued bouncing her rump up and down on Jed's huge sausage, his arms locked around her back.
He loved feeling white tit against his jet black chest, loved the smell of white woman flesh. Despite any scientific claims to the contrary, Jed knew from experience that white bitches smelled different from the black babes he'd fucked.
And white pussy was always tight, greedily sucking up his mammoth manhood.
Jed could feel his balls getting hard, filling with thick hot come.
His cock exploded in her, erupting violently and making her quake with orgasmic tremors. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her pale white flesh now a hot pink.
He started ejaculating, his hot jism barreling out the dick-slit and jettisoning deep into Joanie's womb.
"Aughhh!" she wailed, her body rocking to and fro. Every nerve in her body tingling. "Aughhh again!"
Jed's dick quivered wildly inside of her, hot sticky cum oozing out the tip. What felt like a gallon of jism spewed into her.
Jed sucked half of her drooping tit into his mouth and sucked on it as he continued coming.
Joanie began to climax, her milky white flesh getting all goosepimply. her breasts swelled with excitement, her nipple grew taut in Jed's mouth as he caressed it with his tongue.
His climax began to ease off, gradually slowing as he pumped the last of her load into her cooze.
Joanie's waves of pleasure slowly faded until she toppled off of Jed's pecker and collapsed panting onto the bed.
Jed's cock remained hard, towering above her.
He wiped the sweat from his brow despite the winter chill in the bedroom.
"I'm gonna need plastic surgery to get this smile off my face," Joanie said dreamily. "Gloria was soooo right."
"Yes, ma'am," Jed replied.
"Cut the 'ma'am' shit, Jed," Joanie said, rolling onto her belly to face him. "It's really not necessary to ma'am and miz me."
He smiled. "Yeah, gotta cut that out. White folks expect it where I'm from, but it's different up here."
"Where are you from?"
"Marietta, Georgia," he replied. "Bad scene. Folks put New York down, but it's been good to me, yes sir. Gave me a nice livin', don't have to work too hard, got me a nice place to live and lotsa white women to bang. No, I can't complain."
"I bet you meet a lot of lonely women along your route," Joanie said, experiencing penis envy for the first time.
"My share," Jed agreed.
"Did you enjoy making it with me?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a Cheshire catlike grin. "You really know how to operate your machinery."
She giggled, feeling a lot better if a little guilty. Gloria had been wrong about that part.
"Your husband treat you bad?" Jed asked.
"He doesn't treat me much of anything lately," she confessed. "He's having an affair."
"I know," Jed said.
"How do you know?" Joanie asked.
"I seen him," Jed replied. "I see a lot along my route. More than you might imagine."
" Where'd you see him? And what did you see?"
"You know Mrs. O'Snerd over on the next block?" Jed asked.
"I know the name," she said. "I never met her."
"She got a daughter, about seventeen or eighteen. A real hot-to-trotter. Name's Nancy, I think. I seen your ole man walk to her house in the morning. Then they drive off together somewhere. "
"That creep," Joanie snapped. "He tells me he takes the subway. How long has this been going on?"
"I first seen him go there about six weeks ago," J ed told her. "They get real friendly in that car..."
"ThaYs enough," Joanie said. "I don't think I wanna hear the rest."
"Yeah, I understand," Jed replied. "I didn't mean to make you upset or nothing. I'm sorry."
"Forget it," she said, waving her hand. The post-coital glow was fading fast.
"You call him out on it?" Jed asked.
"No," Joanie said. "I'm going to, though."
"Best do it soon as possible, before the little cupcake sinks her hooks in too deep. She's bad news."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"It don't matter," he said, somewhat darkly. "But I know what I see, and your eyes don't lie, my granddaddy used to say. You may have to fight a little, Joanie, to get him back. You best decide if you think your marriage is worth it, 'cause Miss Nancy O'Snerd has busted up more than one home in this neighborhood."
Joanie chewed that one over. Later, Jed took her again.
It was even better the second time. three
"Another beer, Norm honey?" Joanie asked brightly that evening, bounding around the kitchen like an antelope during mating season.
"Sure," he belched, downing the first one and crushing the can.
"Don't crush the can, Norm dear," Joanie said, reaching for another Bud and popping it open for her husband. "That's five cents out the window."
"Sorry. Forgot," he replied. "And what are you so happy about this evening?"
"Nothing in particular, dear," she said with a smile. "Just feeling good."
"You been at that peppermint shnapps again?"
"No," she giggled. "You done?"
"Yeah," he said, taking a long pull from"the can. "I don't know how you can be so happy after what happened to me today."
"And what happened?"
"Old man Rivers chewed my ass out and used it for an ashtray," he replied glumly.
"And why was Mr. Rivers upset at you?"
"Aw, he's always bitching about my sales record, says I'm falling down on the job, the old dickface."
"And are you?" she asked.
"I didn't think so," he replied. "Rivers thinks differently. Says I better get my shit together, although it wasn't quite in those words. The turd."
"Maybe you're not paying enough attention," Joanie offered. "Is there something keeping you from your work?"
She stared intently at him, her eyes gleaming. Norm looked at her, studying her expression for hints of his affair.
"No, of course not," he said a little unsteadily. "What could possibly keep me from my work?"
"I wouldn't know," she replied. "What do you think it is?"
"Who cares," he said with a wave of his hand, sending Budweiser flying all over the kitchen. "I don't wanna think about it anymore."
"Okay," she said brightly, and started clearing the table.
"You wanna watch some TV?" he asked, standing.
"What's on?" she asked, her back to him as she stood at the sink.
He fetched the TV GUIDE and flipped through it.
"We got a rerun of MAGNUM P.U.," he read, "a rerun of FALL GUY and a rerun of the movie of the week."
"What's it called?" Joanie asked.
"AFFAIRS OF THE HEART," he replied, reading the synopsis. "'A happily married man has an affair with a teenaged girl and is torn between his love for both.'"
"Sounds interesting," Joanie said, biting her lip.
"I don't think I wanna watch that," Norm said. "There's a good comedy movie on, 'The Nazi's Are Coming, The Nazi's are Coming.'"
"Oh, Norm, we've seen that a million times!"
"Fuck TV," he muttered. "We'll listen to the radio."
He sat down on the living room couch and stared sullenly at the blank TV screen from force of habit. Joanie joined him there.
He grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. He groped at her like an octopus.
"Let's make some love," he suggested, kissing her face.
"Not now, Normie," she said, getting up. "I've got things to do."
"What kind of things?"
"Laundry, for one," she replied, "and there's some letters I really should write."
"Nothing that can't wait," he growled, and pulled her back down.
"Norm, quit it!" she shrieked, breaking away from him. "I really gotta do the laundry."
"Joanie, c'mon, for Chrissakes!" he blurted. "We never get together much these days."
"You don't seem to want to these days, "Joanie replied, smoothing her hair.
"Yeah, I know," he said, jumping to his feet and embracing her. "I've been a lousy husband lately I know." He gazed deeply into her eyes. "It's just that they've really been laying the old pressure on me at work to produce more...and after a day or a week of that shit, my cock's to pooped to even droop."
Liar, Joanie thought.
"Whatever you say, Norm," she replied coolly, breaking away from him. "You want dessert?"
"Yeah, you," he replied.
"Maybe later," she said, disappearing into the bedroom.
*****
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Joanie moaned as Jed fucked her from behind three days later.
She was on all fours, digging her fingers into the sheets on the bed as Jed continued to drive his point home.
He shoved his hips back and forth, ramming his mammoth organ in and out of her.
Her ass-cheeks quivered from the force of his thrusts, his balls jiggling.
Then the doorbell chimed.
"Sounds like the doorbell," Jed commented, and stopped thrusting.
"Shit," Joanie muttered. "Who the hell could that be?"
He withdrew from her and rolled onto his side. Joanie got up and threw on her robe.
"I'll be right back," she promised. "Keep that baby nice and hard."
Jed stroked it lovingly.
"You got my word," he replied.
She padded into the living room to the front door and peered through the keyhole.
"Mom!" she shrieked.
"So open the door already, Joan," said her mother, a fiftyish, plumpish woman in orthopedic shoes and a blonde wig from Sears.
"Uh...I just stepped out of the shower, Mom," she stammered. "Hang on a minute."
She dashed frantically into the bedroom.
"It's my mother!" she gasped. "If she sees you here..like that...Jesus Christ, I don't even wanna think about it. You've got to hide!"
Jed leaped from the bed and grabbed his pants, shoes and shirt. They both heard the key being inserted in the lock.
"Shit, she has her own key!" she exclaimed. "I forgot about that!"
"What now?" Jed asked.
"Quick, in the closet!" Joanie snapped, herding the black stud into Norm's closet behind the bed. Jed stumbled around the room, dropping socks and BVD's and boots along the way. Joanie swept them up, pushed him into the closet and slammed the closet door just as he mother barged into the bedroom.
Joanie grabbed a sheet and covered herself with it.
"Mother, please!" Joanie said. Mrs. Gordon dismissed her with a wave of her hand.
"In front of your mother you're ashamed" she asked, immediately straightening up the disheveled room. Joanie spotted one of Jed's work-boots. Unfortunately, so did her mother.
"Such a mess," she clucked, picking up the boot. "You should try cleaning up once in a while."
"Mom, why are you here?"
"Oh, I need an invitation all of a sudden. Excuse me."
"Mom, you're always welcome here," Joanie replied, "but you just caught me at a bad time."
"What big feet Norman has!" Mrs. Gordon exclaimed. "I never knew he had such bananas. They look so small."
She shook her head, opened the closet door and tossed the boot inside. It hit Jed squarely in the balls, knocking him backwards into the shoe rack. A pair of wing tips bounced off his head as he sank to the floor, grabbing his aching balls.
"Let's go into the kitchen, Mom," Joanie said, grabbing her mother's arm. "You want coffee?"
"What's the matter, Joan?" Mrs. Gordon asked. "You act like you got a lover stashed in the closet."
Joanie froze momentarily, then recovered.
"Of course not," she said. "The room's messy."
"Your room was always messy," Mrs. Gordon replied. "I brought Norman some of your father's socks and ties. Lord knows he won't need them now that he's dead..."
She broke away and walked into the closet. Joanie tried to keep from screaming.
"So dark in here," Mrs. Gordon muttered, pulling socks and ties out of her huge handbag. She hung them on the rack.
Joanie froze and waited for the inevitable bloodcurdling scream that would soon follow. None came.
Jed was standing flat against the wall in the corner of the closet.
"Oh, what a nice cowskin belt," Mrs. Gordon remarked, grabbing Jed's dangling dingleburt in a case of mistaken identity.
Joanie, standing frantically by the open closet door, put her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming out loud.
"Yes, real nice material alright," Mrs. Gordon admired, fondling Jed's manhood, believing it was a belt. "Who gave this to Norman?"
"Uh..it was a gift from his sister-in-law," Joanie stammered. "You want coffee, Ma? I just..."
"Such a nice gift, so thoughtful," Mrs. Gordon went on. She caressed Jed's cock lovingly, unaware for the moment that it was growing in her hand. "Your father should have such a nice.. .wait a minute. Norman has no sister-in-law. He was an only child."
"That's right," Joanie agreed, taking her mother gently by the arm. "It must have been from one of his cousins. Now how about that coffee, Ma? I got some nice Danish from Kraus-meyer's this morning..."
"Some daughter, offering her diabetic mother sugar-filled Danish," Mrs. Gordon snorted, releasing Jed's slithering snake. "Some daughter I got, lemme tell you."
"It's sugarless Danish," Joanie said, dragging her mother from the closet and slamming the door, the force of which caused a shoebox filled with some of Norm's baseball memorabilia. The shoebox bounced off of Jed's skull.
"Arughh!" came a muffled cry from the closet.
"What was that?" Mrs. Gordon wanted to know.
"What was what?"
"Joan," Mrs. Gordon said crisply, "I distincdy heard a sound in the closet."
"Pish posh, you heard nothing," Joanie replied.
"My ears are not liars," Mrs. Gordon snapped, returning to the closet and yanking the door open.
Jed, naked to the bone, stood in the center of the closet, covering his crotch with a cummerbund Norm never had any use for.
He looked up at Mrs. Gordon and grinned.
Mrs. Gordon slammed the closet door.
She opened it again slowly.
Jed was still there.
She slammed the closet door again.
"Joanie," she said very slowly. "I don't know if you were aware, but there seems to be a 'schwartzer' standing naked in your closet."
"Really?" Joanie asked, her face whiter than a loaf of Wonder Bread.
Mrs. Gordon nodded vigorously.
"About something like that I wouldn't lie," Mrs. Gordon replied. "Maybe you'd like to tell me WHY there's a 'schwartzer' in your husband's closet?"
"We'd better discuss this in the kitchen, "Joanie said, leading her mother out of the bedroom once more and dragging the old girl into the kitchen.
She sat her mother down at the kitchen table. Mrs. Gordon appeared to be in a state of shock.
She poured coffee for her mother.
"Mom," Joanie said, sitting down opposite her mother at the kitchen table, "there's something I think you should know..."
"Are you sleeping with him?" Mrs. Gordon asked.
"Yes," Joanie admitted. "I am." Mrs. Gordon turned three shades of green until she looked like muenster cheese.
"It's not like you think, Mom," Joanie added quickly. "You see, last week, I was driving by the Union Turnpike Roach Motel, and I saw..."
"Whore!" Mrs. Gordon bellowed. "My daughter's a cheap whore!"
"Mom!" Joanie snapped. "I most certainly am not a whore! If you'll only let me explain.."
"You raise them as best as you can, try to teach them right from wrong," Mrs. Gordon wailed, blowing her nose into a paper towel. "And what happens? They spread their legs for colored men!"
She jumped to feet.
"You're no daughter of mine," she sniffed. "Your sisters would never do this!"
"My sisters have no imagination," Joanie murmured. "They think an orgasm is supposed to hurt."
"Orgasms, shmorgasms," Mrs. Gordon snapped. "In my day, we didn't know from such things."
"Sit down, Mom," Joanie urged. Mrs. Gordon sat.
"Now let me finish," Joanie said. "Like I was saying, last week I caught Norm coming out of a motel with a young blonde..."
"Norman's having an affair?" Mrs. Gordon asked, her hands clasped to her substantial breasts.
"Yes," Joanie replied. "For about six weeks now, I'd say."
"Are you sure?" Joanie nodded.
"And Jedadiah ... he's the one in the closet...he's sort of helping me cope."
"I can see how much he's helping," Mrs. Gordon said. "Two wrongs don't make a right, Joan."
' "I know," Joanie replied, picking listlessly at a Danish. "But Jed, well, he sort of helps me deal with my anger and frustration."
"You're not..." Mrs. Gordon switched from a wail to a whisper, "...paying him for his services?"
"Of course not," Joanie replied indignantly. She leaned in closer to her mother. "He's got the biggest shlong in Queens and he really knows what to do with it."
Mrs. Gordon's hands flew up to her ears.
"Stop!" she wailed. "I don't wanna hear such filthy talk."
"So be it," Joanie replied. "But until Norm gives up his little chippie, I'm not giving up Jed, either."
"Have you at least spoken to Norman about this?"
"No," Joanie said. "I wanted to, Lord knows how I've wanted to. But it's just that, I don't know, if I confront him with it, he'll deny it and call me a liar and we'll fight about it, and I don't want that. He obviously isn't happy with me anymore, and I can't change that."
"Just because he's dipping his wick into some young girl doesn't mean he's not happy with you, Joan," Mrs. Gordon said. "Your father used to visit Harry's whorehouse down by Kennedy airport once, sometimes twice a week, but that didn't mean he didn't love me anymore."
"I never knew about that, Mom."
"Of course you didn't," Mrs. Gordon said indignantly. "And your father didn't think I knew about it, either. But I knew, believe me."
"How?"
"A woman can tell," Mrs. Gordon said mysteriously. "But it doesn't mean your husband doesn't love you, Joan. Not necessarily. Are you giving Norman enough attention? Any money worries?"
"Yes, I give him plenty of attention, and yes, we always have money worries. Who doesn't these days?"
"You're not denying him...you-know-what?" Mrs. Gordon asked.
"No, it's the other way around," Joanie admitted. "I think he lost interest in me, sexually. Oh, once in a while, sure, but not like it used to be. I remember a time when we couldn't take our hands off each other. Now it's an effort to get his hands ON me."
"Get rid of the 'schwartzer'," Mrs. Gordon said, rising slowly to her orthopedic shoe covered-feet, "and try to work things out with your husband."
"Any suggestions?"
- "Forgive Norman," Mrs. Gordon replied, going to the door. "Tell him you know about his affair, tell him to stop it immediately and then tell him you forgive his having an affair. Then tell him you love him, will stand by him no matter what and if he cheats again, you'll divorce him and sue his ass for every cent he's got. Watch how fast he'll drop the blonde."
Joanie nodded.
She had a better idea.
*****
Joanie stood in front of the O'Snerd house, biting her fingernails, no easy task since she was wearing gloves.
She was determined to go through with this.
She stared at the sporty car she'd seen Norm and his lady friend Nancy drive off in, sitting in the driveway.
She walked to the front door and rang the bell, her heart pounding.
A few moments later, a young blonde-the same one she'd seen Norm with-came to the door. She was wearing a skin-tight tee-shirt and even tighter Levi's. She wore no bra. joanie could see the girl's upturned, firm boobs and pointy nipples jutting through the sheer material. At least Norm had good taste.
"Yeah?" she asked, a Marlboro dangling from her lips.
"Nancy O'Snerd?" Joanie asked. "Who wants to know?" Nancy asked. "Norm Jonesmith's wife," Joanie replied. "Oh, so you're Norm's wifey," Nancy said with a leer.
"That's right, "Joanie said. "Can I come in."
"Why?"
"To discuss Norm," Joanie replied.
"What's to discuss?" Nancy asked. "He's your husband and my boyfriend."
"That's right, "Joanie said, "and that's one boyfriend too many."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning keep your greasy mitts off my husband," Joanie warned, "or I can personally guarantee you'll be very, very sorry."
"I'm shakin' in my boots and makin' Hershey in my pants," Nancy sneered. "Why don't you just face facts, wifey. Norm's gonna divorce your fat ass and marry me and there ain't a Goddamn thing you can do about it."
Joanie stood her ground, trying not to shake.
"Did he tell you that?" she asked the pretty but hard looking and heavily made up blonde bimbo.
"Yes, he did," Nancy shot back. "He's tired of you. He told me so himself. In bed."
She grinned in a way that made Joanie want to punch her teeth down her throat.
"You're a lying slut," Joanie replied. "He's just using you as a seminal spittoon. He'll never leave me. He'll get tired of you real fast. I bet most guys do."
"Why don't you just hit the road, wifey," Nancy said, blowing smoke in Joanie's kisser. "We'll let Norm decide which one he really wants, tonight, when my legs are wrapped around him."
Joanie came through with a right handed slap that caught Nancy off-guard. Her blonde head snapped to one side, the cigarette flying out of her mouth.
"No one slaps me!" Nancy cried, and lunged at Joanie, her hands going for Joanie's throat.
They fell backwards and toppled into some snow covered bushes, Nancy on top. She dug her fingers into Joanie's throat and squeezed.
Joanie however, was no slouch in the fighting department. She'd had her share of tussles in the course of growing up in Queens and lit into the blonde honey with everything she had.
She grabbed Nancy's left breast and gave it a substantial squeeze. Nancy howled in pain, throwing her head back. Joanie seized her temporary advantage and delivered a solid uppercut to Nancy's chin.
Nancy toppled backwards into the snow. Joanie flew at her, landing squarely on top of the well developed blonde. She pinned Nancy's wrists to the snow covered ground, straddling her legs on either side.
"Give him up or else I'll kill you now," Joanie promised.
"Eat shit and die, bitch," Nancy seethed, spitting in Joanie's face.
"Cunt!" Joanie roared, and slapped Nancy's face on both sides, spittle running down her nose. "Dirty, cheap cunt!"
. An elderly woman in a faded print house dress came to the door.
"What in hell are you two diesel dykes doing?" the old bag bellowed. "Get off my granddaughter right now!"
"Stay outta this, Grannie!" Nancy croaked.
"Yeah, stay outta this, Grannie," Joanie agreed. "I'm gonna teach this girl a lesson she ain't never gonna forget."
"Nancy, you running around with this lady's husband?" Grannie asked.
"Go back in the house, you old hag!" Nancy snapped.
"A fine way to talk to your grandmother," Joanie screamed, and pushed Nancy's kisser into the dirty snow. "Say you're sorry."
"Mumphhhh!" Nancy squealed, her face buried in snow.
Joanie grabbed Nancy's tit.
"First I want you to apologize to your grannie," Joanie threatened, "and then I want you to stay the hell away from my old man or you'll get worse than this and that's a fuckin' promise!"
"Okay, okay!" Nancy bellowed.
"Say it!"
"I'm sorry, Grannie and I'll stay away from your husband!" Nancy squawked. "But I can't promise he'll stay away from me."
"I'll deal with that," Joanie said, releasing the tit and getting off of her competition.
She stood up and brushed herself off as Nancy, her makeup smeared and running down her face, sat up. She looked like a little, defenseless girl.
Joanie turned and left, but looked at Grannie O'Snerd first.
"I'm very sorry- about all this," Joanie apologized. "I hope I didn't cause too much of a scene."
"Nothin' what ain't happened before," the old girl said wearily, and disappeared into the house.
Nancy rose to her feet and popped a fresh cigarette into her mouth.
"Remember what I said," Joanie warned, and started to walk away.
"He doesn't love you, he loves me!" she heard Nancy call after her. "He told me so himself!"
"We'll see," Joanie shot back. four
"Guess what?" Joanie said to Norm at dinner that evening.
"What?" Norm asked, shoveling franks and beans into his craw.
"I paid a visit to your blonde tootsie this afternoon," she replied, rather enjoying the sight of her husband choke.
Norm sputtered, sending a fine brown spray of chewed beans across the kitchen.
"Joanie ... I...you..."
"Don't waste my time or insult my intelligence denying it either, Norm," Joanie said calmly. "I know everything."
Norm chugged a can of Bud to wash down the food.
"Joanie, I was gonna tell you," he stammered. "It's all over...it was just a fling..."
"Right," she replied, gathering up dirty dishes. -"Look, Norm, I don't know much of anything at this point, but I do know what you've been up to lately. With that Nancy."
"But how did you find out?"
"If you must know," she said crisply, "I saw you two lovebirds leaving the Union Turnpike Roach motel together. The rest, we won't go into now. Just tell me it's over, Norm, and we'll forget all about it."
"Really?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes. I've decided to forgive you, Norm, though God only knows why. I guess I love you."
"And I love you, Joanie, I swear," Norm insisted. "It was, I guess, all the pressure at work and all the hassles with Old Man Rivers. But it didn't mean anything, Joanie..."
"You want a divorce?"
"No!" he pleaded. "It wasn't anywhere near that serious, Joanie, I swear it wasn't. She was just..."
"Great in the sack?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Norm replied sheepishly "But it was just physical. Hell, you met her, you know what she's like. She's cold and hard and has no emotion whatsoever. We kinda met at the supermarket one day and started talking. One thing led to another..."
"They usually "do," Joanie replied. "But it's in the past now, Norm, so we won't discuss it anymore. But I'm warning you: don't do it again or you'll be up to your hairline in alimony payments."
"It's over, Joanie," Norm insisted. "I swear."
"Fine," Joanie replied. "You want dessert?"
"No," he said, squeezing the empty beer can. "You...uh...you wanna go upstairs and...and make love?"
"Not tonight," Joanie replied, standing at the sink with her back to him. "Maybe tomorrow, Norm. I wouldn't feel right doing it with you tonight."
"Alright," he said.
*****
Jed was straddling Joanie, sitting gently on her belly, his legs on either side of her. Joanie squeezed her boobs together, his pecker buried between the twin white mounds. He swung his hips back and forth, the underside of his cock rubbing sensuously against her chest.
"Oh yeah!" Joanie moaned. "I love the feeling of your meat between my tits."
Jed smiled and moved a little further up her body. His throbbing black pecker dangled invitingly over Joanie's mouth.
Joanie clenched the long black prick and wrapped her lips around it as Jed proceeded to fuck her in the mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.
She took more and more of his pulsing rod into her mouth, taking his tennis ball-sized testicles into her hand and squeezing them playfully.
Let Norm screw his bimbos, she thought. She had something better. Eleven solid, fat black inches to do with as she pleased. And it pleased her to suck on at least six of those eleven inches.
Joanie gripped his pole with both hands as she took more and more of his black meat into her mouth.
. Saliva drooled down the corner of her mouth as she lubricated his pecker, slobbering spit all over it.
"That's it, girl," Jed said approvingly. "Get it nice 'n' slick so's I can stick it deep inside you!"
With inspiration like that, Joanie continued slurping and sucking. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She couldn't wait to feel all those black inches whipping around inside of her.
She swallowed as much of him as she could. She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her tonsils it was so deep in her mouth. She fought the impulse to choke.
"Take it slow now, girl," Jed instructed. "We gots all day."
She gurgled happily, feeling his pulsing black meat against the roof of her mouth.
She started stroking the tensed flesh on his pole as she continued sucking it. Jed threw his head back and moaned in satisfaction.
The phone rang.
"Shit," Joanie muttered. She'd forgotten to hook up the answering machine.
Still sucking, she reached over to the night table and grabbed the phone. Jed thoughtfully pulled his pecker out of her mouth.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Gloria," said Joanie's friend. "It's past two, for Chrissakes! It's my turn!"
"Not till three," Joanie argued. "We agreed I'd have him from one to three, and you could have him three till five."
"It was two o'clock, dear, not three," Gloria corrected. "Send him right over."
"I'm not done with him yet," Joanie replied.
"No need to argue," Jed grinned. He loved hearing white bitches arguing over his services. "Why not invite Miz Mushnick over here and all three of us'll have a little party."
Joanie considered it. She had never been intimate with her best friend before, although there was that one time when they'd been teenaged, horny and all alone in the house one night years before and had fooled around a little bit.
"You wanna come over here for a little party?" Joanie asked her friend.
"All three of us? Together?"
"Sure," Joanie said. "Might be fun."
"Gimme ten minutes," Gloria replied, and hung up.
"We gettin' company?" Jed asked.
"Yes," Joanie said. "Gloria's on her way over. No, where were we?"
Jed slid his cock back into her mouth.
"That's right," Joanie agreed, and proceeded to suck once more.
She took as much as she could back into her mouth and sucked deeply, flitting her eager tongue along the sensitive underside. Jed started breathing faster.
Neither one of them heard Gloria slip in through the back door, using the key kept on the adjoining windowsill.
"Well, well," Gloria said, standing in the doorway. "I hope I'm not interrupting something here."
"Not at all," Jed informed her.
Gloria tore off her heavy overcoat and bedroom slippers. She wore a skimpy black negligee underneath and nothing else.
"Came prepared, huh?" Joanie asked.
"Bet your ass."
Jed scrambled off of the bed and sat down in a nearby chair.
"What are you, the referee?" Joanie asked.
"Might say," Jed agreed. "I wanna watch you two go at it, and when I think the time is right, I'll join in."
"A sexual social director," Gloria cracked wise.
Gloria climbed onto the bed and laid alongside her best friend. She remembered the time, as did Joanie, when they were both sixteen, virgins and extremely curious.
Joanie had been spending the night at Gloria's house. They were alone and had been drinking Purple Jesus's. Both had gotten shitfaced.
Gloria had suggested comparing breasts. Joanie had been amenable to the idea.
They'd both shed their tops and bras. Then they'd started caressing each other's boobs, Gloria instructing Joanie on how to let a man cop some tit and the best way to do so.
"Let's kiss," Gloria had suggested. "Frenchy-like." Joanie had never tried it.
They French kissed, which eventually led to other things. They eventually ended up in bed together, both stark naked, and bumped pussies. Joanie had her first orgasm that evening.
That memory flooded through Joanie's head now as Gloria started caressing Joanie's bare thigh. She'd insisted later that they weren't les-bos, merely two curious and horny sixteen year olds.
The incident had never been discussed by either of them since the night it had occurred.
Joanie still wasn't so sure she wanted to make it with her best friend, but as she felt Gloria petting her thigh, she felt her reluctance turn quickly into desire.
There was no turning back now.
She ran her hand up Gloria's bare, shapely leg.
Gloria giggled playfully. Jed grabbed his dork and began to stroke it as he watched the two sexy white bitches go into heat.
"Kinda brings back memories, don't it?" Gloria asked her friend with a grin.
"You ain't just clickin' your teeth, Gloria Cohen Mushnick," Joanie replied.
"C'mon, ladies, "Jed urged. "This ain't no time to be gettin' shy."
"Easy for him to say," Gloria grunted.
Gloria inched several fingers into her friend's twat.
"Nothin' spells lovin' like something in the oven," Gloria quipped.
She began to diddle Joanie's already swollen clitoris.
Joanie did the same, memories of their teen-aged night of passion flooding her brain.
They laid side by side, diddling each other.
"Shee-it!" Jed grumbled. "What you two gals doin', playin' jacks?"
"Yeah," Gloria replied. "I'm going for my two-sies." She inserted another finger into Joanie's twat.
"Ung," Joanie murmured. "Whatever it is you're doing, it feels great." Gloria did Jolson.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she gurgled merrily.
Joanie closed her eyes and seconds later felt something cold, wet and wild against her throbbing clitoris.
Gloria gently parted her friend's pussy lips and dabbed the rip of her tongue against the little man in the boat, lovingly tickling his ear.
Joanie started gurgling deep in her throat as she felt Gloria's loving tongue against her.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Jed commented.
Joanie gripped the pillow and buried her face in it as Gloria lapped hungrily at her wet snatch.
She felt her nipples becoming swollen and erect, her entire body a series of goose pimples. She pinched her nipples as Gloria continued sweeping her tongue up and down her glory hole.
Her legs bent at the knees, soles flat against the mattress, Joanie pushed Gloria's face deep into her beaver, guiding her along. Not that Gloria really needed any help. She loved munching pussy though got few opportunities to do so.
Gloria rose from between Joanie's legs and slid on top of her, their breasts rubbing sensuously. Joanie felt Gloria rubbing her twat against her bare thigh and become moist enough to do Betty Crocker proud.
Gloria pressed her lips against Joanie's. They kissed deeply, passionately. Joanie could feel her inhibitions melting away like snow in August, returning the kiss twofold and embracing Gloria tightly, holding her close.
She felt Gloria's scratchy pubic bush rubbing against her until their twats met. Gloria gyrated against her friend, stroking her pussy against Joanie's.
Joanie had never felt anything so wonderful. She was sorry they'd waited so long.
"Atta girls," Jed beamed approvingly. "Lemme see those love pockets rubbing."
They did not disappoint him.
They continued kissing and bumping pussies until Joanie cried out in orgasmic joy, her entire -body alive with physical sensation.
Her twat was sopping wet.
Suddenly, Jed was sliding onto the bed. He rolled over and laid flat on his back, his black porker towering above the girls like the World Trade Center.
Gloria was the first to attack Jed's penis, wrapping her ruby red lips around the tip of the tremendous shaft.
Joanie followed suit.
She started licking the underside of the huge black pole as Gloria sucked the tip and took a good six inches of it into her throat.
Joanie worked her way down to the base and then sucked his huge balls into her mouth, gripping it at the bottom.
Jed was halfway between Shangra-La and Paradise as he felt the two eager white bitches working excitedly at his rod. This was even better than those two spinster sisters who took him on every second Wednesday in Jackson Heights.
Jed was harder than the rock of Gibraltar as the two women continued paying him expert lip service. Joanie had been given intense lessons in cocksucking from Norm over the years. Norm was a man who demanded perfection in bed, meaning plenty of tongue and ho teeth.
Gloria pulled away from Jed's big black dick.
"Let's initiate Joanie into the joys of anal sex," she suggested.
Joanie's eyebrows flew up in an unintentional imitation of Groucho Marx. "Let's what?"
"You'll love it, Joanie," Gloria urged. "It's great."
"No way," Joanie insisted. "I don't even let Norm do that to me."
"Then it's time you started," Gloria replied. "Now get on all fours and no more hp about it."
"Yes, Major Mushnick," Joanie said, and dutifully got onto all fours, spreading her legs as far apart as she could.
It would hurt. Christ, getting Jed's pecker in her cunt was painful enough, and up her blowhole would probably send her screaming into the streets.
Jed spit into his hand and lubricated his eleven inches, stroking his meat until it glistened in the fading afternoon light.
"Stick out yo' can, here come de garbage man!" Jed cried happily, aiming his pecker at the strawberry shaped anal opening.
He prodded her anus with the tip. Joanie began to moan.
"Not yet," Gloria scolded. "He hasn't even done anything yet!"
"It's my party and I'll moan if I want to,"
Joanie replied snippishly.
Jed eased his pulsating black meat a little deeper into Joanie's tight anus.
"Eeep," Joanie groaned.
She gripped the Martex sheet on the bed as she felt his throbbing black bone squeeze a little deeper into her ass-hole. It felt like a nuclear submarine being shoved up there.
Her face turned redder than pickled beets, blood pounding in her temples as Jed continued ripping her in two.
"Does it hurt?" Gloria asked.
"It doesn't tickle," Joanie managed to reply.
Jed was on his knees, forcing his pecker deeper into her chocolate cunt. Gloria threw her arms around Jed's brawny chest from behind and rubbed her wet twat against his spine.
She undulated her pelvis against his bumpy spine, rubbing her hands all over his chest as Jed continued forcing his meat into Joanie's anal opening.
Gloria, not missing a trick, made her way around the two bodies, sliding her face under Joanie's dangling boobs. She sucked a nipple under her tongue, sucking half of Joanie's plump, firm breast intp her mouth.
"Oh, Gloria...oh, Jed..." Joanie moaned. She clenched her teeth, grinding her jaw painfully as she felt Jed's rock-hard meat probing deeply into her rectum.
She also felt Gloria stroking her moist cunt at the same time.
Jed started pumping her blowhole now, shoving his pulsing pecker in and out of her ass-hole. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs as the pressure mounted inside of her.
"Kiss me, Baby," Gloria urged. "It'll cool the pain."
Joanie covered Gloria's mouth with her own. Gloria slid her tongue into Joanie's mouth. Joanie clamped down gently and sucked on it passionately.
Jed felt his balls becoming swollen and tender as they filled with hot jism.'
"Hold on, woman, 'cause the garbage man is gonna come a gusher," Jed warned, and kept his word.
He started pumping hot, steamy jizz into Joanie's aching ying yang. She threw her head back and moaned gutterally as she felt the hot come surging deep into her ass.
Gloria didn't waste a second. She dabbed her tongue against Jed's swollen balls as his cock contracted and relaxed inside of Joanie. Gloria's licking intensified his orgasm.
He continued to erupt violently inside her anus. Joanie could feel hot, sticky white goo bubbling in her, her ass-hole stretched to the ultimate max.
Gloria gave Jed's balls a playful little squeeze. He seemed to jump three feet off of the bed as the pleasure was not to be believed by any mortal man.
His orgasm gradually eased off and finally dissipated. As soon as he was finished, he withdrew from Joanie's ass-hole. A trickle of white semen dribbled out the crack.
Joanie collapsed flat against the bed, panting like a mutt. Jed smiled knowingly and took the exhausted housewife into his powerful arms. He kissed her deeply.
"You one fine lady," he said admiringly. He kissed her again.
Gloria watched with amusement.
"And what about me?" she asked, arms folded across her breasts.
"All in good time," Jed promised.
"I think I'll sit this one out," Joanie volunteered, and flushed out her blowhole in the bathroom as Jed and Gloria went at it. Twice.
At five-thirty that evening, Joanie hustled both Jed and Gloria out the back door as Norm walked up to the house.
He entered the house just as Joanie slipped into some jeans and a tee-shirt, looking sexier than ever. He kissed his wife.
"How was your day?" he asked her.
"Oh, the usual," she replied.
*****
"Hiiiii-yooooooo!" cried Ed McMahon that evening from the TV set in the bedroom. Norm was putting the moves on his wife, rubbing his leg against hers.
Joanie was wearing a thin, white tee-shirt and panties. Norm wore nothing.
He slid his hand under Joanie's tee-shirt. She plucked it off.
"What's wrong?" Norm asked. "Nothing," she replied.. "I'm just not in the mood tonight."
"You're never in the mood lately," Norm protested. "Are you still pissed at me about Nancy?"
"No," Joanie said casually. "I forgive you for that."
"We never make love anymore," Norm said. "I miss our togetherness."
"Do you?"
"Joanie, it's been almost three weeks since we've gotten together here," Norm said, and started rubbing Joanie's twat, a maneuver that had never failed to arouse her in the past. This time however, she laid there like a drunken herring, not moving. His actions seemed to have no effect on her.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Norm asked, a study in frustration.
"I told you nothing's wrong," Joanie replied. "I'm just not in the mood."
"Joanie," he said patiently, "you know I can't function when I don't get any. You want me to lose my job?"
"Oh, alright," she sighed, and put her Harold Robbins novel on the night table, shutting off the light.
Norm slid on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him as he rammed his thick erection into her twat.
"And what happened to foreplay?" she asked.
"Later," he grunted, and started banging her with everything he had. After Jed however, Norm was amateur night in Dixie.
As Norm continued pumping her, Joanie peered over his shoulder so she could catch the end of Carson's monologue.
All this was not lost on her husband.
"Don't let me interrupt you," he said, pumping away in a failed attempt to make his wife climax.
"Sorry," she replied. "Norm, let's try something different tonight."
He stopped pumping.
"Different?" he asked. "Like what?"
"I don't know," she said. "Use your imagination."
Norm stared down at her, totally befuddled. He'd always assumed his lovemaking, though somewhat routine, was enough to keep her happy. Obviously, he was wrong.
"Joanie, in all the years we've been together, you never once asked me to try .something different, " he said. "You'll have to suggest something."
"Let's have anal intercourse," she suggested.
Norm looked at her suspiciously.
"You been watching that crazy Dr. Ruth again?" he wanted to know. She'd never requested anal sex before. In fact, the one time he'd attempted it, she'd protested up a storm.
"Sometimes," Joanie replied.
"Anal sex, huh?" Norm asked. "A curious request."
Norm shrugged and rolled his wife onto her belly.
He gave it to her up the ass.
Joanie smiled. After Jed, it hardly hurt at all. five
Joanie was jumping for the Cocoa Crispies in the neighborhood Waldbaum's supermarket when she felt a up on her shoulder.
She turned around.
A familiar face greeted her. It was Joanie's friend Evie Sturges, an old pal from P.S. 167. Evie lived in the neighborhood with her husband Carl, but Joanie saw her rarely these days.
"Evie, how you doing?" Joanie greeted.
"Where you been keeping yourself?"
"Carl got laid off by the city," she told Joanie. Evie was a tall, thin, attractive brunette with the thinnest waist and biggest boobs in Queens. All the guys had been nuts about her once upon a time.
"Fm sorry," Joanie said.
"Not to worry," Evie continued. "I was working in midtown as a secretary during his layoff, but he went back to work last week so I quit. How's Norm?"
"Okay," Joanie replied. "Gloria will probably wanna say hello, too, so hello."
"Uh, Joanie," Evie said tentatively, "I was wondering...now that Carl's back to work..."
"Yes?"
"Well..."
"Evie, you got something on your mind?" Joanie asked.
"Yes, now that you mention it," Evie stammered. "I hear you and Gloria have yourselves a little playmate."
"And where did you hear that?" Joanie asked, tensing like a coil.
"People talk," Evie said.
"People talk too much," Joanie snapped. "You gonna blackmail me or something, Evie?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Evie said quickly. "Gimme a break, Joanie. We're friends. I wouldn't do anything like that."
"Then why are we having this litde chat?"
"Well, Carl's a good husband and all, you know, but in the bedroom, he's nothing to brag about. Oh sure, when we were first married, we went at it night and day. You know how it is. But the last year or so, he's been drinking alot more, you know, with his buddies and stuff. He's not interested in sex much anymore. And I am. Still."
"I don't follow," Joanie said. "I was wondering if I could borrow your black friend some afternoon."
"Are you serious?" Evie nodded.
"I've heard some incredible things about him," Evie went on. "Gloria, well, she's a great kid, but she's got a big mouth. Always did. She was discussing one of her afternoon sessions with Connie Crapanzano. You remember Connie. Anyway, Gloria told Connie, Connie told Alice Camden and Alice told me."
Joanie felt something being pressed into her hand. She looked down. It was a fifty dollar bill.
"I'd really appreciate it if you'd send him by tomorrow afternoon," Evie said. "You remember the address, right?"
Joanie found herself nodding.
"Not before noon though," Evie said grate- fully, "because Carl's working the second shift. Thanks alot, Joanie."
Evie wheeled her cart down the aisle and disappeared.
"I'll be damned," Joanie said to herself.
*****
Gloria slurped coffee in her kitchen and handed Joanie some Entenman's strudel on a plate.
"Fifty bucks, huh?" Gloria said. "You know something, Joanie? There's gold in them there hills."
"You're not proposing we sell his services?" Joanie asked in astonishment.
"Oh, don't get so damned dramatic, Joanie," Gloria scolded. "It's merely a business arrangement. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I don't know," Joanie said doubtfully. "You think Jed'll go for it?"
"He'll be here in a few minutes," Gloria said. "Let's ask him."
Sure enough, both women heard the distant rumblings of the garbage truck down the street. Two minutes later, Jed strolled into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee.
"Ladies," he greeted.
"Jed?" Gloria asked.
"Yeah, sweet potato?" he replied.
"How would you like to make some extra money?" Gloria asked.
"Doin' what?"
"Doing what you do to us for free," Gloria told him.
"You mean sell my dick for money?"
"Well, it's a rather crude way of putting it," Gloria replied, "but yes, that's about the size of it."
Jed sipped his coffee thoughtfully.
"Dunno," he said. "Once you start doin' it for bucks, a lot of the fun goes out of it."
"We're not proposing you do it fulltime," Gloria said. "Just tumble a few horny housewives a week." Lots of spending cash, non-taxable."
"Yeah?" he asked, brightening.
"Shit yeah," Gloria said, watching him go for the bait, hook line and sinker. "You and your Mom, living out there in Far Rockaway in that old, crumbling house. I bet you'd like to move, or at least fix up the place you've got now."
"How much could I make?" he asked.
"I figure, turning a few tricks a week, you could make at least two hundred bucks free and clear, less our commission."
"Commission?" Jed asked.
"Sure," Gloria said. "We'll do all the leg work, like arranging the times and locations and details Kke that. Beheve me, it'll be well worth the ten percent you give us off the top."
"How you feel about this, Joanie?" Jed asked the silent partner.
"I don't know exactly," Joanie replied, "but if you think you'd like to give it a shot, well, I won't say anything."
"I sure is flattered, yes indeed," Jed piped up.
"You married, Jed?" Gloria asked.
He nodded.
"Got me one wife in Barbados," he told them, "and one in the Bronx, although we'ze kinda separated like. She had my baby last year."
"You pay her support or anything like that?"
"Yeah," he replied. One-fifty a month, although I do it 'cause I wanna, not 'cause the law says I got to. I got me some honor."
"Then I'm sure you could use some extra bread," Gloria told him. Joanie was amazed at her friend's sales technique. Gloria could sell crude oil to the Arabs, Joanie was convinced.
"Yeah, I could at that," Jed agreed. "I guess it'll be okay. When do I start?"
"How about this afternoon?" Gloria suggested.
"Why not?" Jed shrugged.
Underneath the table, Gloria squeezed Joanie's knee in victory. "Give Jed the address," she said to Joanie.
*****
Jed knocked on the apartment door in the prewar building that was in the process of being painted.
A tall, thin and big titted brunette answered, wearing a bathrobe. Jed could see her huge nipples underneath.
"You must be Jed," Evie said, scanning his body up and down. She saw a lump in his crotch that seemed just too big to be real.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. "I been hearin' you're a little lonely."
"Why don't we discuss it inside," she replied, pulling him into the apartment, where all the furniture was covered in plastic.
Evie led the big black stud into the bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed as Jed stood facing her.
"Let's see what you got," Evie said, slowly pulling down his zipper. "I want my money's worth."
She pulled the zipper all the way down. She anxiously reached into his tight underpants and started feeling around:
"Sweet Jesus," she muttered. "Is this for real?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She pulled out his semi-erect penis. It slithered in her hand like a black snake.
"God help me," Evie said in a whisper. "I've never seen anything like it."
"You ain't never felt anything like it, neither," Jed grinned from ear to ear.
Evie took the rapidly growing manhood into her mouth and began to suck on it.
Jed swiveled his hips, sending more of it deep into her throat.
She dropped her left hand down under her robe and began to stroke her twat.
"Just tell me what you want, "Jed whispered.
Evie opened her robe and slid back onto the bed, laying flat.
"I want it all," she informed him.
*****
"Hello, is this Joanie Jonesmith?" asked a voice totally alien to Joanie. "Speaking."
"This is Muriel Cummings," said the voice. "You don't know me. I'm Evie Sturges's friend. Evie gave me your number. She said you could arrange some afternoon entertainment for me."
"Sure, Muriel, gimme your number and address," Joanie said, flying into action.
"How's Tuesday at noon?" Joanie asked, jotting down the info.
"Fine, just fine," Muriel replied. "But just tell him to say that he's there to fix something in my apartment, okay, because people in this building are pretty nosy and they get a little nervous when they see a black man in the hallway."
"I understand, Muriel," Joanie said. "I'll have him wear some kind of uniform. A ninety minute session will run you one hundred even. Tipping's optional, but it never hurts, either, if you catch my drift. Tell me, Muriel, what exactly were you looking for?"
Joanie couldn't believe she was asking some strange woman what she liked to do in bed. It was definitely a first. She wished Gloria was around, but her friend was also at home, making more appointments for Jed.
"Oh, the usual," Muriel giggled. "Nothing kinky or anything like that. Anything I get'll be better than what I get now from my old man, which is nothing."
"Couldn't hurt," Joanie told her, and hung up. She immediately dialed Gloria's number.
It was busy. Obviously, Gloria was put there pitching. Finally, she got through.
"Hey, kiddo," Gloria said cheerfully. "How's tricks?"
"Never better," Joanie replied. "Got Jed lined up every day this week."
"Me too," Gloria said. "Much more of this and there's gonna be a lot of uncollected garbage in this neighborhood. Gimme what you got so we don't get our schedules crossed."
"Okay," Joanie replied. "I got Jed booked Monday at two, Tuesday at noon, Wednesday at three, and Thursday I got him lined up for a gig at the Temple Bet Midler Sisterhood meeting. Hope he doesn't mind doing ten at a time."
"Ten?" Gloria asked. "All at once? How much did you set the deal for?"
"I worked out a package deal with 'em," Joanie said with a tinge of pride. "Sixty per, grand total six hundred."
"Holy Madame LaZonga!" Gloria blurted. "I booked him into the Rego Park Bridge Club for the same day. We're talking another six horny women here. Think Jed can rise to the occasion?"
"Let's hope so," Joanie replied.
They'd been in business barely two weeks, and already things were soaring. Jed stopped by Joanie's house later that afternoon to drop off her commission, some two hundred and change.
Joanie added it to the stash she kept in a Maxwell house coffee can on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet where Norm rarely looked.
Inside the can was roughly six hundred dollars in crumpled twenties, tens and fives.
*****
"Ladies," Jed said to the crowd of young to middle aged women who comprised the Our Lady Sings the Blues church glee club, who'd booked him for the afternoon. "Who wants to be first?"
The fifteen or so women tittered nervously. Jed was up on the podium in the church basement, facing the crowd. Some of the women, he noted, were dumpy, but some were extremely attractive. He hoped one of them would be first.
He stifled a yawn as the women decided who was to be first. Joanie and Gloria had him working hard. He'd done some twenty or so women that week already, and it was only Wednesday.
They'd been so successful selling his prowess that he'd been forced to take his yearly vacation a month early just to handle all the work they'd been getting for him.
Jed was seriously considering bringing one or two of his brothers up North to work with him.
He made a mental note to suggest it to his new boss ladies.
A thin, petite, somewhat mousey but cute wisp of a woman stepped up onto the podium. She was wearing a polyester pants suit.
"Hey, baby," Jed said seductively. "And what's your name, sweetheart?"
"Lola," she replied shyly, her eyes riveted to Jed's crotch.
"And what does Lola like?" Jed asked.
"Lola wants to get fucked in the mouth," she said shyly.
"What Lola wants, Lola gets, "Jed replied, and pulled out his big black wang.
Lola dropped to her knees and swallowed up Jed's meat, sucking greedily on the stiff black pole.
Jed put his hands on her head and guided her along. Lola put both of her small hands on Jed's monstrous meat and sucked happily away.
"Do this on your husbands," Jed told the audience, "and you'll make them very happy. And when they're happy, they'll make you happy."
Lola continued sucking away. She started stroking Jed's hot flesh until he started to come, pumping what felt like a gallon of hot jism into Lola's waiting mouth. She swallowed his load, sucking the sperm right out of him.
At approximately the same time, there was an explosion in the church kitchen as one of the ovens blew up from a gas leak.
Jed patted Lola's head approvingly.
"Good girl," he said.
*****
Jedadiah Eustace McGargle was one tired man as he trudged through the snow covered street in Forest Hills toward an address Gloria had given him in the ritzy Queens neighborhood.
He rang the doorbell of a huge red brick palace in one of the more palatial sections.
A woman-about thirty, with long blonde hair and a knockout figure, answered. She was wearing skin tight designer jeans and black boots.
"Mr. McGargle, I presume?" she asked, leaning seductively in the doorway.
"You presume correct," Jed shot back.
"Come in," she invited.
Jed strolled into the living room, which was roughly the size of Rhode Island. Present was a tall, gaunt looking man with oily black hair and a scowl permanently etched on his face.
Jed turned and tried to flee, running smack into the front door.
The blonde began to giggle.
"Not to worry," she laughed, helping Jed to his feet. "He's my husband. This was his idea."
Jed was understandably confused.
"Nobody said nothin' about a threesome, Miz Degenerato," Jed said.
"Call me Janet," she replied, "and that mean looking man over there is my husband, Vito."
"Howya doin'," Vito said sourly. :
"Vito likes to watch me get it," Janet explained.
She took Jed by the hand and led him into the spacious bedroom.
"Don't worry about a thing," Janet assured him. "We're into a little role playing, that's all."
She grabbed her purse from the dressing table and pulled out a green wad thick enough to choke Godzilla.
"One-fifty, right?"
"Yes'm," Jed murmured. He had a bad feeling about this particular setup. Nothing he could put his finger on, but a bad feeling nonetheless.
"Have you done any role playing?" Janet asked, handing him the greenbacks.
"No'm," Jed replied. "Nothing to speak of."
"Well, basically what we like," Janet explained as casually as if she was discussing the weather, "is to have you play a certain role, say like the butler or maybe, in your case, a runaway slave would be better."
"I ain't sure I understand," Jed confessed.
"Not to worry," Janet assured him. "I'll start the scene and you just play along, okay?" Jed shrugged. "Sure."
"I'm going to be the nasty white trash plantation owner's daughter, and you're the young, virile black buck stud slave who seduces me."
Janet disappeared into a large closet. She returned a few moments later dressed like Scarlett O'Hara, wearing a round red hoop skirt. She looked a little short of ridiculous, but Jed said nothing. He was rapidly getting used to people's off-the-wall fetishes, and it was his business to cater to them.
"Oh, boy!" Janet called, already delving into her characterization. "Boy! Come here, you black buck!"
She laid on the bed seductively. Jed was unaware that her husband Vito had slipped into the closet from the adjoining bedroom and was now peering through the crack in the doorway.
"Yes, Miss Scarlett," Jed said, playing along.
"The Master tells me you've been a bad, bad slave. The Master said you didn't pick your share of cotton today. Is this true?"
"Is it?" Jed asked. N
"Say 'yes'," Janet instructed.
"Yes, I been a bad slave," Jed admitted, wondering if his hosts were outpatients from Bellvue.
"Then I'll take you over my knee, you shiny black stud! Come here now, boy, and take your punishment. Over my knee this minute!"
Jed obligingly stretched out over her knees. Janet Scarlett pulled his workpants down around his ankles and started spanking him, slapping his hard asscheeks.
"This one's for diddling the kitchen slaves," Janet scolded, giving his ass a hard slap.
"This one's for fucking the sheep," Janet went on, giving his ass another hard slap. It hurt, but Jed played along without protest.
"I din' fuck no sheep, Miss Scarlett." Jed blurted. That was SICK!
"And this one's for lying to your mistress," Janet said, and slapped his ass a lot harder this time.
"I'ze sorry, Missy," Jed apologized, getting into the swing of things.
"You disgust me, you venal black bastard!" she shrieked, pushing him onto the floor. Jed couldn't wait to see what happened next.
"Service your mistress, slave!" Janet snapped, standing up. "Satisfy me, slave, or it's a month in the smokehouse for you!"
Jed nodded and crawled under Janet's wide hoop skirt. She wore nothing underneath.
"Lick my femininity, slave, and make me come or else it'll be a hundred lashes with the Master's horsewhip."
Jed, completely obscured by Janet's hoop skirt, rested on his knees and buried his face in Janet's sweet smelling muff.
He started to caress her twat under the skirt, only his feet exposed. He darted his tongue out and began to stroke her twat with it, licking it up and down.
He was unaware of her husband hiding in the closet, watching his wife being serviced by the big black stud and choking his chicken at the same time. He loved watching Janet get fucked and eaten by black men.
"Oh, you filthy black bastard!" Janet moaned in ecstasy as she felt his talented tongue paying her the most expert lip service.
Black bastard? Wasn't that getting a tad personal? Jed wondered.
No matter. Janet was sighing and moaning, jamming his face into her clam as he continued licking her wet twat.
"The Master shall hear of this," Janet groaned, effecting a nearly flawless Southern dialect. The two seasons she'd studied at Lee Strasberg's Actor's Studio was paying off.
She pushed him away abruptly.
"I want to feel that big black cock inside me now, boy," Janet advised him. "On the bed, now!"
Jed complied. He tore off what few articles of clothing he had on and laid on his back on the bed.
Janet stepped out of the hoop skirt. She was stark naked now, and Jed had to admit that she was by far the sexiest white bitch he'd serviced thus far.
Janet slowly lowered herself down onto his throbbing black boner. It filled her completely, stretching the walls of her cunt like Silly Putty.
"Arughhhh!" Janet cried, Jed's thick black meat sliding deeper and deeper into her bottomless womb.
Inside the closet, Vito watched and whipped his willie, turned on by the erotic scene unfolding on the bed.
Janet began to jump up and down on Jed's dong, the thick member sliding in and out of her pussy. Jed wanted to reach up and grab her luscious boobs but didn't dare. After all, he WAS her slave and was supposed to do only what she requested.
Janet continued hopping up and down rapidly on his blood-engourged pole, really getting her money's worth.
All at once, the closet door burst open.
Out walked Vito, decked out in a white suit and a thin black tie. On his face was a hastily pasted on white beard. He looked like an Italian Colonel Sanders.
"Jumpin' sassafrass!" he bellowed, brandishing a horsewhip. "My own daughter dailyin' with the slaves!"
"Papa!" Janet wailed. "Oh, Papa, it's not like you think..."
"You lyin' white slut!" Vito bellowed, also playing his part to the hilt. "I'm gonna whip your hiney the color of strawberry jam, girl!"
"No, Papa, please ... "Janet pleaded. Jed wasn't so sure where the fantasy ended and reality began.
"Shuttup, you white trash hussy!" Vito snapped. He turned to Jed. "I'll teach you to fuck white women, you big black stinker!"
"No, suh! Please, Suh!" Jed pleaded, pushing Janet off of his cock, which was about to wither away in a dead faint.
"Both of you, bend over and let me see your asses, especially your big black ass, boy!" Vito ordered.
Jed bent over alongside Janet, who was grinning eagerly.
Surely, Jed mused, this madness had to end somewhere.
It didn't.
He felt something hot and extremely painful against his buttocks. Something like a horsewhip. He drew the line.
"Yo", blood," Jed said. "Time out here. I don't do no pain stuff, understand? That wasn't no part of the arrangement."
"You shut your filthy nigger mouth, slave!" Vito roared, and whipped his butt again. "Your ass belongs to me, boy!"
"Hey, cut that shit out..." Jed suited to say, and got another lashing for his efforts.
He grabbed the horsewhip from the crazed Italian's hands.
"I said no pain shit, you deaf?" Jed asked angrily. This shit was nowhere.
"Look, you jigaboo," Vito said, no longer in character, "we paid you good money for your time and when I tell your black ass to jump, I mean jump."
Jed reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the bills. He threw them on the bed.
"Here's your money back, dude," he said. "This shit ain't for me."
Vito pulled a 357 Magnum from the breast pocket of his jacket.
"You pullin' out on me, nigger?" Vito asked, and he was no longer Colonel Sanders now. "Nobody pulls out on Vito DeGenerato. One phone call and you'll be dead nigger meat before you reach the corner, savvy?"
"You threatenin' me, greaseball?" Jed asked, reaching for his pants.
Vito lunged at him. Janet screamed. He sidestepped the clumsy Italian easily, sending the scrawny man flying halfway across the bedroom.
The gun flew out of his hand and skittered across the floor.
"Don't mess with him, Mr. McGargle!" Janet pleaded. "He'll have you tossed off the Staten Island Ferry with a jukebox tied around your neck!"
Vito leaped to his feet, but Jed was there. He kicked the skinny gangster in the mouth. Vito's head snapped backwards and his eyeballs rolled up into his head.
"C'mon, you greasy ginny dago goombah!" Jed said in a blind rage. "I don't give a tin shit how many of you Mafia fucks crawl out of the woodwork!"
"Jedadiah, get out of here before he wakes up!" Janet cried. "I swear to God, he'll kill you! He will!"
Jed dressed quickly and beat it the hell out of that crazy house. He could hear Vito slapping the shit out of his wife as he dashed out the front door.
He went to the nearest pay phone and dialed Gloria's number so she could scratch off any future visits to the DeGenerato home. six
Norm ran his hand down his face slow-burn style in a way that would have made Edgar Kennedy jealous.
"Jesus-fuckin'-H-Christ, Joanie," he muttered, leafing through the twelve page telephone bill. "How much time you spending on the phone these days?"
"No more than usual," she called from the kitchen where she added another wads of bills to those already accumulating in the coffee can. So far, she'd pulled down some four thousand in commissions from peddling Jed's ass.
"It says here," Norm said, tapping his pen against a page from the bill, "that we used a grand total of eight hundred and fifty-three message units for the month of February.. .and that's only 28 days! Who the hell are you calling all damn day long?"
Joanie had prepared herself for this particular question, knowing it would come sooner or later.
"I was going to tell you sooner," she explained, lying through her pearly whites, "but I took a part-time job last month, one of those work-at-home numbers."
Norm was suddenly standing in the kitchen beside her.
"What kind of job?" he asked suspiciously.
"I told you, silly," she said, sliding a clean platter back onto the shelf. "I call people up and ask them questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"Marketing stuff," she replied. "You know, like I ask them what kind of deodorant they use, how many times a week they douche, stuff like that."
"And what if a man answers?"
"Then I leave out the part about douching," she told her husband.
"Made any money yet?" Norm wanted to know.
"A little, not much," Joanie replied. "A couple of hundred."
"Joanie, you know how I feel about my wife working," Norm said.
"I do know," she replied, "and that's why I never told you about it before. I knew you'd be upset."
"But you did it anyway."
"Yes I did," she shot back. "Look, Norm, to be perfectly honest, we could really use the bucks."
"You sayin' I'm not a good provider?" Norm asked, his cheeks turning red.
"I didn't say that at all, Norm," his wife replied. "But the extra money couldn't hurt. Are you forgetting that the rent'U go up thirty bucks a month when the landlord puts in those new storm windows? And you could use a new suit. The ones you've got are a trifle small. The car needs a total overhaul, engine-wise, and..."
"Okay, okay," Norm said wearily. "I get the message. But I'll work harder, that's all. No more working for you. I don't want my wife working."
"We need the money, Norm," Joanie insisted. "I'll pay the phone bill out of my earnings."
"In a pig's ass you will," Norm informed her. "I'll pay the phone bill and the electric bill and the rent and the new engine for the car and what- ever else comes up, and as of now, you are officially unemployed. Is that clear, Joanie?"
A month ago it would have been. But not anymore.
"The only thing that's clear is the hole in your head," Joanie replied. "I'm gonna continue working, Norm. I enjoy what I'm doing and I'm going to keep on enjoying it despite what you say. And your male pride notwithstanding, we need the money, Norm."
"I'll make the fuckin' money decisions around here!" Norm bellowed, slamming his fist down on the sink into a small pile of Comet.
"Yes, and that's why we need the extra money!" Joanie bellowed back.
"I'll settle this once and for all!" Norm screeched. He grabbed the phone off the wall by the refridgerator and tore it clear off the brackets. He tossed it across the kitchen where it landed squarely in the garbage can with a pronounced tinkle. "No phone, no job!"
"And no job, no nookie!" Joanie informed him.
"That suits me fine!" Norm shouted back, grabbing his overcoat and storming out of the house. "Hell, we hardly ever do it anyway nowadays!"
He slammed the door and disappeared into the night. Joanie had a pretty good idea where he was headed.
"Oh, men!" Joanie muttered to herself.
Gloria materialized a few minutes later, popping into the kitchen where Joanie tinkered with the telephone, trying to put it back onto the wall.
"Hey, kiddo, what's up?" Gloria asked. "I tried to call but..."
"The phone was out, I know," Joanie finished. "Norm ripped it off the wall."
"Why?"
"He got the phone bill today so I had to BS him about all the message units. Told him I was doing home marketing to make some extra bread. Hurt his ego. Norm likes to think he can provide for us, but lately he's been falling pretty short of his goal."
Gloria nodded sympathetically.
"Yeah, it's the same way around our house," she replied. "Eddie's take-home pay wouldn't cover the cost of a Big Mac. Thank Christ we got Jed,"
"What do you tell him? About all the money rolling in?"
"He doesn't ask, I don't volunteer any answers," Gloria said, pulling a TAB from the fridge. "He probably thinks I'm selling my buns on Eighth Avenue or something. He's, just happy for all the extra bread."
"I wish Norm felt that way."
"No, you don't," Gloria replied. "Anyway, that's not why I came by. Cynthia Resnick called me today with some business, big business."
"I'm listening," Joanie said.
"She knows this guy who wants something a little offbeat."
"How offbeat?" Joanie wanted to know. "Jed's still pissed off about the incident in Forest Hills last week. He's been getting somewhat picky about his assignments lately. If it's too off-the-wall, he loses interest."
"It's off-the-wall alright, but he'll still be interested. It involves you."
"Explain."
"Well," Gloria said, "Cynthia works for this brokerage firm on Queens Boulevard, been about ten years now. She and the boss are pretty close, meaning he tells her everything. Seems the old bastard likes watching black men banging white women. Let's face it-it's a white man's fantasy to see his old lady take it up the poop by some hung black stud, at least, it is according to last month's PENTHOUSE. Eddie would probably doze off at something like that, but apparently, it's quite common."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, we're gonna need a second party for this particular arrangement, if you catch my drift. Someone to bang and someone to get banged.
And that second someone is you."
"You mean you want me to fuck Jed for an audience of some bored executive?" Joanie asked.
"Exactly," Gloria replied. "He's willing to pay four bills, too."
"Why can't you do it?"
"I did the last one, remember?" Gloria reminded her. "Two weeks ago, when that rich bitch in Brooklyn wanted to make it with me and Jed together. Not that I minded. It was fun. But this fat cat from Queens wants his scene tomorrow, and I got stuff to do. Gotta visit Mom in the nursing home, and then..."
"Alright, alright," Joanie said. "I'll do it-but only if the guy doesn't wanna join in."
"Cynthia assures me he doesn't," Gloria told her. "He just likes to watch."
"That's what they all say," Joanie said.
"If he tries, just tell him to get lost," Gloria replied.
"I'll keep it in mind," Joanie said.
*****
Joanie was nervous.
She'd never actually hustled herself in the line of duty and wasn't so sure she wanted to start now.
Still, four hundred was four hundred.
Then again, it meant (gasp) selling her body. Joanie wasn't crazy about that idea. -
The Impala started to sputter as she and Jed tooled down Queens Boulevard toward their destination.
"Shit," Joanie muttered. "Not again."
The Impala died right in the middle of the street.
"Shit, shit and double shit!" Joanie cursed. "Fuckin' piece of shit American-made automobile."
She and Jed pushed the car to the closest gas station and taxied the rest of the way.
The address was a swanky house, similar to the one where Jed had acted out "Uncle Tom's Cabin" with those crazy Italians the week before.
A stout, middle-aged but well dressed man came to the door.
"Hello," he said, ushering them inside. "I'm Boswell Coopersmith the Third. And you must be Jedadiah and Joanie."
"Correct," Joanie said. It made them sound like a vaudeville team.
"Come in, come in," he invited.
They stepped into the house. Coopersmith ushered them into some fancy chairs and settled his substantial bulk into an adjoining couch.
"I'm very happy to see you," Coopersmith said. "These days, I'm happy to see anyone. I trust that you have been briefed thoroughly?"
"Yes," Joanie answered him. "My liasion said that you liked to watch and watch exclusively."
"Quite correct," he assured them. "We'll get to that shortly. But first..."
He fished four hundred from his pocket and handed it to Jed, who handed it to Joanie, who dropped it into her purse to divvy up later.
"Thank you," Joanie said.
"You're quite welcome," Coopersmith replied. "Before we start, I would very much like to see what I'm getting for my money, starting with the black gentleman."
Jed looked uncertainly at Joanie.
"He wants to see your equipment," she explained. "Stand up and show him what you've got, Jed."
Jed rose from the chair and unzipped his fly. He reached inside and pulled out his horsedick.
Coopersmith's eyes widened considerably. Joanie was getting used to people's reaction to Jed's gift.
"Very impressive," Coopersmith commented. "How big does it get when it's fully erect, son?"
"Don't know," Jed replied. "I always pass out from lack of oxygen before I can measure it."
Coopersmith laughed uproariously at Jed's quip. Even Joanie smiled a little. Jed was really turning into quite a personality.
"And now you, please," Coopersmith said, looking at Joanie, "kindly disrobe for me."
"Completely?" Joanie asked.
Coopersmith nodded.
Joanie had never disrobed in front of anyone except her husband. And Jed.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving Coopersmith his money's worth despite her inhibitions.
She undid the last button and slowly pulled off the blouse, standing there in her bra and jeans.
"The tits, I want to see your tits," Coopersmith instructed.
Joanie reached behind and unhooked her bra. Then she pulled it off.
"Lovely, lovely," Coopersmith commented, taking a pull of cognac. "Kindly fondle and caress them."
Joanie complied.
She massaged her breasts sensuously, squeezing her nipples and kneading the soft, fleshy mounds.
"Yes...yes..excellent," Coopersmith beamed in approval. "A lovely pair indeed."
Joanie, encouraged by Coopersmith's compliments, continued fondling her boobs, licking her lips sensuously and pinching her nipples.
"Now I would like both of you to have inter- course," Coopersmith said.
"Where?" Joanie asked.
"Right here on the Persian rug," Coopersmith said. "The one my ex-wife cherished more than life itself. It would please me to no end to see the expression on her face when she sees pecker tracks on it the day she arrives to pick up her alimony check."
"Whatever you say," Joanie said. "Jed?"
Jed nodded and started to undress. Coopersmith stuck to his end of the bargain, sitting patiently in his chair, sipping cognac and content to watch.
Jed stepped out of his pants and then yanked down his shorts. His huge cock dangled invitingly between his muscular legs at half mast.
"Any particular position?" Joanie asked, stretching out nude on the plush Persian rug.
"Missionary will suffice nicely."
"Whatever you say," Joanie replied, and laid flat on her back, her legs spread. She was actually looking forward to getting fucked by Jed. Since they'd gone into business, she'd barely even seen him much less balled him. She missed their togetherness.
Jed dropped to his knees between Joanie's legs, bent over and started to lick her pussy. Joanie gently eased his face deeper into her furry snatch as she felt his wet tongue slobbering all over her moist slit.
"Excellent..." Coopersmith croaked.
Jed continued lapping eagerly at the white woman's snatch, making long up and down sweeping motions with his endless tongue, dabbing at her swollen clitoris until she was creaming uncontrollably.
"Oh, Jed, it feels so nice..." Joanie moaned.
Jed smiled a bit and continued paying her lip service. He slid his hands under her firm ass-cheeks and lifted her rump up off the rug.
He buried his face completely in her muff, her pubic patch tickling his nose. He wanted to sneeze.
Joanie stroked Jed's black, wall-to-wall muscled back- She could feel his cock growing erect against her leg. It excited her greatly.
Jed lifted his head from her snatch and began working his tongue up her svelte body, kissing her belly button (she had an "innie") and stomach, nuzzling his face into it.
Joanie fought the urge to giggle as she felt the black stud's tongue and lips caressing her belly. Also, he'd apparently forgotten to shave that morning, as his stubble was scraping against her smooth, milky white flesh.
Jed cupped one of Joanie's plump breasts in his hand and kissed her nipple, taking half of her left boob into his mouth. He sucked deeply on it, drawing it under his tongue.
Jedadiah continued sucking on the pointy nipple until it became erect under his tongue. He switched over to the alternate nipple and lovingly repeated the process on it, biting it gently. His hand slipped down to Joanie's cunt. He started to stroke it and slipped a ringer or two into the gaping hole.
He fingered her steadily as he continued sucking her nipple.
He rubbed her clitoris furiously and could feel her getting damp down there.
Joanie began to moan, to Coopersmith's approval. He was silent now, totally engrossed in the erotic scene unfolding before his eyes.
He could not take his eyes off the humongous cock. He'd never seen anything like it except in an issue of NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC.
All of a sudden Jed was laying on his side behind her. She felt something hard and thick slide into her snatch.
Joanie rolled onto her belly on the rug. Jed rolled on top of her, his cock still deeply inside her cunt.
She moaned in ecstasy.
She raised her rump up so that Jed's gargantuan prick slid all the way into her wet snatch to the base.
Jed started grinding his pelvis against her ass, making little circles with his cock inside of her. It felt incredible.
"When the time arrives," Coopersmith instructed, "kindly shoot your seed onto the rug."
Jed managed to nod in agreement as he continued pumping her pussy, ramming his black sword in and out of her.
They writhed in ecstasy all over the floor.
Coopersmith watched impassively. It was hard to tell exactly what, if anything, the rich executive was getting out of watching them go at it.
Jed could feel his balls getting tender. He slammed his hips into her one last time and then withdrew abruptly.
He started shooting his load. It jettisoned out the tip of his cock and splattered, as requested, all over the pricey Persian rug, leaving a two foot white trail.
"Yeah!" Coopersmith cried joyously. "Come on that fuckin' rug, Sambo!" Jed did.
He grabbed his exploding cock and made sure that every last drop of jism landed on the rug.
"She'llpiss I tell you, she'll piss!" Coopersmith cried happily. "For ten years it was the only thing she ever gave a rat's ass about. Wait'll the bloody cunt sees it now! She'll curl up and die!"
The rug was permanently damaged, covered in a sea of semen.
"She fought tooth and nail to win that Goddamn rug in the divorce settlement and finally did!" Coopersmith squealed delightedly "She's supposed to come by tomorrow and pick it up! I can't wait until the bitch sees it now!"
Hardly worth the four hundred, Joanie thought. Hell, Coopersmith could just as easily soiled the damn rug himself in any number of ways.
"Is that all you wanted?" Joanie asked, pulling on her panties.
"Yes, that's all," Coopersmith replied. "I suppose you're wondering why I asked you two such a peculiar thing, but this kills two birds with one stone. My ex-wife claimed to all our friends that I was impotent, did everything short of putting it on billboards in fact. When she sees the rug tomorrow, I'll tell her I had an orgy on it, so not only will she be pissed about the rug, she'll also realize that I am not in the least impotent. Believe me, it's well worth the four hundred to set the bitch straight!"
"Happy to be of service," Joanie replied. seven
"Oh, Norm, baby..." Nancy O'Snerd moaned orgasmically as Norm eased his cock into her tight, tight snatch. "I missed you so!"
"I missed you, baby, more than you'll ever know," Norm replied, his breathing heavy. "That fuckin' wife of mine's really busting my nuts."
"Let me fix them for you, Norm," Nancy gasped, spreading her sleek legs as far apart as she could to take every last inch of Norm's man- hood.
They made steamy love on the rattly motel bed. The sounds of street traffic outside went unheeded as they rolled onto their sides, still screwing their brains out.
"Is my pussy tight enough for you?" Nancy asked, her arms wrapped firmly around her main squeeze.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Norm muttered.
"Tighter than that bitch you're married to?"
"Yesss..." Norm moaned, wishing she'd shut the hell up. Joanie never blabbed while they were fucking. He liked his women seen and not heard.
"Tell me you love me, Norm," Nancy cried. "Tell me you'll never leave me..."
"I love you and I'll never leave you," he replied, pumping her steadily, his cock slick with her pussy juice. Shut up already, for Chrissakes, he wanted to scream.
"Tell me you'll divorce that cunt and marry me, Norm," Nancy said softly. Always best to get the committment before they came.
"Anything you want, baby," Norm groaned.
Nancy wasn't about to take his word for it. Instead, she'd swallowed an aspirin rather than her birth control pill. She knew that if Norm knocked her up, he'd have no choice but to dump his old lady and marry her.
Norm had no such intention of leaving Joanie.
He still loved her and still craved her beside him in bed. Nancy was just a little playmate, not to be taken seriously.
Nancy, a seasoned pro at eighteen, knew Norm was full of shit when he said he'd leave Joan. Thus the switcheroo of pills before sex.
Nancy was hopping up and down on Norm's cock when the motel room door burst open and Joanie stormed inside, accompanied by Gloria, who got right down to business snapping pictures of the twosome in a less than compromising position.
"What the fuck..." Norm said, startled.
"Well, ain't this cozy?" Joanie shrieked angrily. "Couldn't keep your hands off the young muff, eh Normie?"
"Joanie..." Norm stammered, seeing white spots before his eyes 'as Gloria continued snapping Polaroids of them.
"Don't say a fuckin' word, Normie," Joanie said, looking at the copulating couple in disgust. "I want all your stuff out of the house no later than nine A.M. tomorrow or else it goes in the garbage!"
Norm pushed Nancy off his now-flaccid cock, where she tumbled to the floor with a thud.
"Ouch!" she cried. "You ass-hole!"
"Joanie, listen to me..." Norm pleaded, wrapping a towel around his waist.
"I'll listen to you in divorce court, you piece of dirt!" Joanie cried. She turned and walked out.
Gloria snapped one last photo and followed her best friend out the door.
"Let me know if you want any prints," she said on her way out.
*****
"Yes, this should do nicely," Gloria said, taking in the surroundings of the three bedroom Manhattan apartment.
"You can have it on the first," said Mr. Goldblume, the rental agent. "One month's fee, one month's security."
"Fine," Gloria agreed. "We'll take it."
"Well, uh, it's not quite that easy," Goldblume told them. "Before the lease can be signed, you'll have to get the approval of the building's tenant council. A formality, but a necessary one. They'll ask you a few questions, nothing too personal. They just like to know who their neighbors are."
"I understand," Gloria replied.
"Are you two lovely ladies going to be living here?" Goldblume wanted to know.
"Yes," Gloria lied. She had no intention of telling the nosy rental agent that she and Joanie planned to staff the apartment with three hung black studs for male prostitution purposes.
"The tenant council meets this evening, in the laundry room," Goldblume told them. "They will advise me of their decision tomorrow, at which time you will be duly advised of same."
"Sounds reasonable," Gloria said.
"You have pets?" he asked.
"No," Gloria replied.
"Are you two women ... urn, ... lesbians?" Goldblume asked nervously.
"Does it make a difference?" Gloria asked shrilly.
"Well," Goldblume stammered, "myself, I have no personal objections. What two people do is their business, but the tenant council might be a different story."
"Well, we're not dykes," Gloria informed the nosy rental agent, "but even if we were, we couldn't be denied the apartment on those grounds. We know our rights."
"Yes, I understand all that, Mrs. Mushnick," Goldblume sputtered, "but the guidelines set down by the council are somewhat strict."
"We're two divorced women," Joanie volunteered, "who wish to start new lives for themselves in New York City. Does that answer your question, Mr. Goldblume?"
"Certainly," he replied, wishing he was in another line of work.
"What time tonight does the council wish to meet with us?" Gloria asked.
"Eight P.M. sharp," Goldblume replied, and made a hasty exit. "Best of luck, ladies."
*****
Mr. Hiram Tritt, president of the Tenant Council for the posy highrise building, eyed the two women suspiciously, scanning the rental form Mr. Goldblume had provided.
He was a prissy, serious looking man in his fifties with a big bald spot, immaculately dressed.
"According to the report supplied by Mr. Goldblume," Mr. Tritt said slowly, "you are both divorced women with no visible means of support. Do you wish to explain how to plan to meet the rent every month?"
None of your fucking business, Gloria felt like responding. The fact was, neither one of them was divorced. Norm was living with his blonde babe somewhere in Bayside and her Eddie was still stumbling his way through life. They might as well have been divorced.
"We both recieve substantial alimony," Gloria said, her mouth dry, "and I also collect a nice sum from my trust fund."
She prayed they wouldn't check.
"We'll check," Mr. Tritt said.
They were sitting in the laundry room of the luxury highrise, sitting side by side in two very uncomfortable chairs.
Facing them was the tenant council, consisting of Mr. Tritt, a plump, matronly Upper East Side dowager who greatly resembled Margaret Dumont named Mrs. Von Pishposh, a bespectacled, gray -haired old fart named Claghorn who was reportedly a U.S. senator at one time and a heavily made-up, thin, nervous looking dame named Mrs. Tweedie who was a cross between Lauren Bacall and the Wicked Witch of the West. She chain smoked little brown, foul smelling cigarettes.
"You have no offspring?" Mrs. Von Pishposh asked. "No little children who run up and down the hallways screaming like banshees?"
"No," Gloria replied. "No children, no pets, no nothing."
"And why have you selected our building?" asked Mrs. Tweedie, lighting a fresh cigarette from the smoldering butt in the ashtray.
"The location,, the lack of certain ethnic types and the spacious rooms," Gloria replied.
There were murmurs of satisfaction from the council except for Mr. Claghorn, who snored loudly, his head hanging.
"Are either of you in show business?" Mr. Tritt asked.
"I had a great uncle who performed in minstrel shows," Joanie admitted, "but he's been dead for thirty years."
"And you, Mrs. Mushnick?" Tritt asked.
"No show business connections whatsoever," Gloria lied. Actually, she had a cousin who was a borsht belt comic. "I prefer not to mingle with those types."
More murmurs.
"Would you be willing to submit to a blood and urine analysis?" Mrs. Von Pishposh wanted to know. "What for?" Gloria asked.
"To see if there are any traces of drugs or alcohol in your bloodstreams," the stuffy dowager replied. "We don't permit drugs in this building."
Joanie was ready to tell them all to go straight to hell. Gloria sensed her friend's anger and squeezed Joanie's knee before she could speak.
"If you wish," Gloria said humbly.
They couldn't afford to lose the apartment under any circumstances. Their business venture would never succeed anywhere but Manhattan, where apartments were harder to find than an honest man.
"You have no objections to a blood and urine analysis?" Mr. Tritt asked, somewhat astonished. It was at that point where prosepctive tenants usually bolted and ran.
"On the contrary," Gloria replied. "I'd almost welcome it. It demonstrates that you care about who lives in your building. Quite frankly, I rather like that."
"Very well," Mrs. Von Pishposh replied. "I believe that covers everything. Just one more question."
"Shoot," Gloria said.
"Will you ladies be receiving gentleman callers?"
"Where does this broad live, in a Tennessee Williams play?" Joanie whispered to Gloria.
"I imagine," Gloria replied, "that on occasion we will in fact be receiving, but I can quite assure you that they will be clean, quiet and discreet. We would not settle for anything less."
Gloria crossed her legs demurely and put the icing on the cake.
"Now, about that blood and urine analysis," she said to the uptight tenant council, "if you would be kind enough to schedule it during the afternoon hours, we would be extremely grateful."
"That won't be neccessary," Mr. Tritt told them. "The fact that you agreed to it was all we needed to hear."
Gloria had been counting on that.
"We will inform Mr. Goldblume of our decision tomorrow morning," Mrs. Tweedie said, "and he will, in turn, inform you. Thank you for your time and patience."
"Our pleasure," Gloria replied, and escorted Joanie out before she blew the whole shebang for them with her anger.
They walked out onto the street. Joanie turned to Gloria and screamed.
"Yeeeaaahhhhh!" Joanie bellowed. "Sorry, Gloria. Just had to get it out of my system. Those uptight ass-holes really burned me up."
"I understand," Gloria said, "but we hadda play ball with them. We NEED that apartment, kiddo."
"Think we got a chance?" Joanie asked.
"We got it dicked," Gloria grinned. "They swallowed all the bat guano we handed them. You'll see."
As things turned out, Gloria had called it correctly. The following morning, Goldblume called to inform them that the apartment was theirs.
*****
Gloria and Joanie spent the rest of the week shopping for furniture to fill their new apartment.
"What happens if those snotnoses find out what we're gonna be using the apartment for?" Joanie asked as they taxied back to Queens.
"They're gonna shit little green apples, that's what," Gloria giggled.
"Doesn't that worry you?"
"No," Gloria said, always on the ball. "By that time, the lease will be signed, sealed and delivered. Once they accept the first month's rent, we're in like Flynn. Just let 'em try to evict us, just let 'em. We'll make things so hot for them they'll be fanning their asses in July."
"Gloria, you amaze the shit out of me," Joanie said admiringly. "I mean, who'd have thought that less than two months ago we were nothing but a couple of bored housewives with philandering husbands who got their jollies licking green stamps."
"You said a mouthful, honey," Gloria agreed. "It only goes to show you that a person can do anything they want to, if they want to bad enough."
"Amen," Joanie replied.
"You miss Norm?"
"No," Joanie sniffed.
"In a pig's ass you don't," Gloria chuckled. "Hell, if I was married to that hunk, I'd be missing him something awful."
Joanie knew that her friend was dead center on target.
She missed Norm more than anything. She missed the smell of his hair, the warmth of his body next to hers in the bed, missed the wonderful sensation of their flesh mingling on those
Saturday mornings long ago when they'd hump their brains out.
She remembered the first time they'd made love.
They had both been seventeen. Norm was two months older.
They'd more or less known each other all of their lives, having been born three blocks from each other in the Queens neighborhood.
They'd played together as children, loathed each other in their early teens and started going steady at fifteen, eventually winning the title as cutest couple at Benedict Arnold High in Sun-nyside.
Joanie remembered their first sexual encounter like it had occurred yesterday.
It was the July after they'd graduated. Norm's folks had gone to the Poconos for the weekend, leaving their only child at home alone.
Norm had been after her for months to go all the way with him. Joanie had resisted, preferring to save her virginity for their wedding night.
Norm, on the other hand, couldn't wait that long. He invited her over to the house.
"The folks are trucking up to the Poconos," Norm informed her, "so we'll have the whole apartment to ourselves."
Even as she hung up the phone, Joanie felt her pussy start to tingle with excitement.
She knew Norm would not take 'no' for an answer this time. And he didn't.
Joanie set about perfuming every last article of clothing she planned to wear: panties, bra, tight jeans and white blouse.
She cleaned her clam three times. Best to be prepared for any emergency.
She shaved every last strand of hair off of her legs, and then repeated the process on her armpits.
By the time she was done, Joanie smelled like a cross between a French cathouse and the perfume department of Bloomingdales.
It was just Joanie's luck that an express bus splattered her with mud enroute to Norm's so that by the time she arrived, she resembled an Aztec mummy.
Joanie was close to tears as Norm embraced her and pulled her into the empty apartment.
"Look what that bus did to me," Joanie wailed in his arms.
"It doesn't matter, Joanie," Norm soothed. "I don't care what you look like or how much mud you got on you."
Then he started laughing. Joanie was pissed off at first, then joined her main man in laughter. Come to think of it, it WAS pretty funny.
Norm was wearing Levi cutoff shorts, a tee- shirt and sneakers with no socks. Joanie had never noticed how muscular and hairy Norm's legs were. He had a slim, wiry build and well developed arms. She loved it when he smothered her in his embrace, those powerful arms squeezing her.
He sent Joanie to the bathroom, where she stripped off her soiled clothes. He gave her one of his father's robes, as she was clad only in bra and panties now.
Norm stuffed the dirty jeans and blouse into the washing machine in the basement of the buildings, then went back upstairs.
Joanie was sitting on the living room couch, watching SOUL TRAIN. Norm fetched her a can of soda, then sat down on the couch next to her.
And put his arm around her, pulling her close. She didn't resist. They started to neck.
Norm pulled her shapely legs up onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. Joanie curled her arms around his neck as they kissed.
They swapped spits for a few minutes. Then Norm darted his hand inside the robe she was wearing and squeezed her tit.
Joanie decided not to protest. She was as eager to lose her virginity as Norm was to help her lose it.
"Norm, don't," Joanie gasped, kissing his face. She could feel her hormones kick into overdrive as he massaged her breast under the bra, rubbing the nipple.
He ignored her as she hoped he would.
She was nuts about this Irish-Italian hunk, nuts about his good looks, nuts about his popularity at school and his athletic prowess, nuts about the way he looked on the dance floor when he was going full tilt boogie to the music, and even nuts about his nuts, not that she'd ever seen them, at least not in the flesh. He always seemed to have a bulge in his pants no matter how loose they were.
Joanie loved it when other girls gave him the eye, because she knew that Norm wanted only her.
They continued kissing. Norm continued squeezing her tit.
"I want you so bad, Joanie," Norm gasped in the heat of mounting passion. "I wanna do it with you."
And she wanted to do it with him. But she wasn't about to make it that easy for him.
She knew that Norm had balled some of the looser girls in the neighborhood but didn't really object. He felt nothing for them, even admitted his dalliances to her.
"You gotta remember Joanie," he'd told her after balling Bambi Lipshitz, the school pump, "that a stiff dick has no conscience."
Judging from the size of the lump in his shorts as they petted, Norm's dick not only had no conscience, it had no inhibitions either. His ball sack was bulging out the bottom of his shorts, squeezing against his thigh.
He looked like he was in pain.
Norm unsnapped her bra.
Then he pulled it away from her body. Her breasts quivered with excitement. She wanted him to kiss and suck them.
Which he did.
Joanie ran her fingers through his curly black hair as he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply on it, his head buried under her robe.
Then his hand dropped down to her snatch. His mouth still wrapped around her nipple, he slid his hand under her panties and began to stroke her pussy.
It was either put up or shut up.
"Norm..."
"What?" he asked, kissing her plump, firm breasts.
"I...I'm not ready for this yet..." she protested weakly.
"Yes, you are," he informed her simply, and she knew he was right.
"Not here then," she said to him. "Can't we at least do it on a bed."
"Sure, sure," he gasped, and stood, taking her by the hand and leading her into his parent's bedroom, where the king sized bed would suit their needs nicely.
He pulled down all the shades in the room so that it was dark.
He returned to her and untied the sash of the robe. It dropped to her feet. She stood naked before him, wearing only her panties.
She could see the beads of sweat on his upper lip and forehead.
Still facing her, he pulled off his tee-shirt. There was a black curly patch of hair in the middle of his chest.
Then he unsnapped the burton on his shorts and stepped out of them. He wore no underpants.
His cock was semi-erect. It was also huge, Joanie noted with some delight.
They embraced, still standing, and kissed again.
Then he led her to the bed.
Joanie felt like she was in the Twilight Zone. Time seemed to stand still, as though they were in suspended animation.
Joanie slid under the covers, holding them up to her neck as Norm crawled underneath next to her.
He mounted her, pressing his hot body flat against hers, his rock-hard chest crushing her boobs, her nipples rubbing against his rippling flesh.
She could feel his throbbing penis against her belly.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
"Make it not hurt," she whispered nervously.
Norm slid his hand down the bed and reached under the mattress, pulling out a dog-eared, aluminum-wrapped condom that looked to be no less than five years old.
"No need, we're safe," Joanie whispered to him.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Positive," she replied, looking up at his boyishly handsome face. "Anyway, I wanna feel so inside me with nothing between us."
Norm tossed the rubber across the room.
He kissed her breasts again, then raised himself up on his arms, his palms flat against the bed.
She could feel his hot cock probing her bush, searching out her slit. It felt like he needed a little help.
Joanie reached down and grabbed his pulsing rod. It felt hot and hard in her hand.
She maneuvered it so that the tip was pushing against her virgin cunt.
"Okay," she gasped breathlessly.
Norm gave his hips a shove, his cock pushing into her tight pussy. He went in two inches or so, breaking her hymen in the process.
To the relief of all concerned, there was little, if any, blood.
"Eeek," Joanie squealed as she felt Norm's love muscle easing into her snatch.
He pushed it in a little deeper. Than a little deeper until it was in her all the way, filling her completely.
Joanie moaned deeply as Norm began to pump her, sliding his cock in and out of her.
Their bodies lurched forward as they copulated until Joanie's head was bouncing off the. headboard of the bed.
Norm was so wrapped up in his lust that he failed to notice her head banging against the wooden headboard.
Her breasts swelled with excitement, her nipples erect as Norm continued drilling her.
Joanie held him by the shoulders, then slid her hands up and down his naked back as he sank his throbbing manhood into her.
He came quickly, as he knew he would. He slammed his hips into her one last time, then collapsed flat against her as his cock erupted deep inside her quivering snatch.
She could feel his cock vibrating inside her wet, warm pussy. It felt wonderful.
"Oh, Normie..." she moaned, writhing in ecstasy as she felt his cock exploding inside of her.
She wrapped her legs around his as he continued coming in her, his orgasm as powerful as a battering ram.
His cock contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed as he spewed his lovejuice into her.
She rubbed the bottom of her feet against his asscheeks, digging her sharp fingernails into his back as he came in her.
She nibbled on his ear, rubbing her cheek against his smoothly shaven cheek and knew then that she would love him until the day she died.
Joanie remembered their first time together as if it had happened yesterday. She remembered, with a lot of fondness, how they spent the remainder of that Saturday.
They screwed their brains out all the rest of that day and well into the night. The fourth time they fucked, Joanie climaxed, bellowing loudly enough to wake the dead.
Sometime around nine that evening, Norm convinced her to go down on him.
And she loved it, loved the taste of his hot cock in her mouth.
Still later, Norm went down on her and licked his way into her heart forever when she climaxed a second time.
From that day on until the day they were wed two years later, they fucked every chance they got, at the Pulaski Drive-in in Jersey in the back set of his battered VW bug, in sleazy motels, and generally anywhere they could find.
Those were the days. eight
"I got a Miss Dervish here to see you, Mrs. Mushnick," said Pepe the doorman.
"Send her up," Gloria said into the house phone in the apartment.
"Six, two and even, over and out," Pepe replied, and was gone.
Gloria returned to the plushly furnished living room in the new apartment, where Jed and his two equally-well hung brothers occupied a bed- room each.
Joanie was serving drinks (non-alcoholic) to the four or so clients who were waiting.
On this, the second day of business, receipts were going through the roof. The male whorehouse they'd started was going like gangbusters.
Word had spread quickly through the city about the sensational new "social club" over on the East Side, staffed by three of the humpiest, hung-est black studs this side of Kenya.
Jed had sent for his two younger brothers from the deep south, Eh and Nathaniel, who everyone called Nate.
Both brothers were as tall, if not taller, than their older brother Jedadiah. Both were built like brick shithouses. Both were as similarly hung like Jed, too. Eh, in fact, was even bigger in the crotch region than either Jed or Nate, prompting Gloria to dub him "Big Dick Black."
Both were as courteous as Jed and had the same pleasant dispositions.
A middle-aged, well dressed East Side matron, Mrs. Van Der Dander Westfall, whose husband was vice president of World Banking Commission, sailed out of one of the bedrooms with an ear-to-ear smile on her flabby kisser, followed by Eli, who wore nothing but a pair of tight leopard-skin panties, followed her out.
Gloria had decided to dress the black studs as scantily as possible when they mingled with the customers so that their endowments were on prominent display.
Mrs. Van Der Dander Westfall slipped Gloria two hundred dollar bill and continued smiling.
"Were your needs met?" Gloria asked her.
"Most certainly," the matron chirped happily. "Would you be kind enough to set up another appointment for me the day after tomorrow at the same time?"
Gloria scribbled in the appointment book.
"Done," she said. "Nice to see you, Mrs. Van Der Dander Westfall. Be sure and tell all your friends about us!"
"I'll be more than happy to," she said, still gkowing from the intense dicking Eli had given her, and departed dancing on a cloud.
Joanie returned to the kitchen and was washing out some glasses when Gloria sashayed in holding a cigar box. She opened it and stuck it under Joanie's nose.
"Smell it," Gloria grinned.
Joanie smelled the pile of greenbacks.
"Touch it, go on and touch it," Gloria said.
Joanie touched it.
"Kiss it, kiss it," Gloria gurgled happily. Joanie kissed the box.
"Seven grand and change in three days," Gloria chirped. "We already made our overhead for the month with a hefty profit besides. I'm telling you, Joanie, this is fucking incredible."
"We really should put that money in the bank," Joanie advised.
"Oh, don't be such a dick in the mud, Joanie," Gloria replied. "After we give Jed and his brothers their cut, we're gonna go out on the town and blow every last dime of this bread. First, a spree at Saks, then we're gonna hit every disco and nightspot in Manhattan and have us a toot."
"All of it?" Joanie asked.
"Sure," Gloria replied. "We're raking it in here, kiddo. There's gold in them there jungle bunnies!"
"Gloria, that's no way to talk about Jed and Eli and Nate!"
"Yeah, yeah," Gloria said. "Anyway, we're gonna give the boys a night off and really celebrate."
She bounded out of the kitchen and went to greet some new arrivals, two of whom were repeat customers.
One of the repeats was Mrs. Arabella Rit-tenhouse, who, like Mrs. Van Der Dander Westfall, was also a pillar of both high society and old money, and tons of it.
Meanwhile, Eli was sitting between two first timers, his eye on the one to his left, a pretty, blonde, long legged fox named Lisa who was the head of a big ad agency and had a thing for black cock.
She put her hand on Ell's bare knee and gave it a squeeze.
"You're the one for me," she whispered in his ear, her hand sliding up his leg to his bulging panties. "Let's make some love."
"Yes, Ma'am," Eli said obediently. Gloria had instructed the two brothers to use only the best manners and act submissively toward the customers because, as Gloria pointed out, "Let these rich bitches feel like they own you. They like to feel they're in full control of the situation."
With that knowledge implanted in his brain, Eli dutifully followed the sexy but somewhat bossy woman down the hallway to the room he used.
Lisa, wearing a short skirt and black silk stockings, sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'd like to see your equipment," she said.
"Yes, Ma'am," Eli replied, and pulled down the leather-skin panties. His cock was already half erect as it popped out of the tight panties.
Lisa stared at it hungrily, her mouth agape.
"Jesus Christ, you're HUGE!" she said.
"Yes Ma'am, so they tell me," Eli said.
"Come over here."
Eli strolled over to where Lisa was sitting, standing before her.
The sexy blonde, who had no time for chitchat or formalities of any kind, took Ell's inflated pecker in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it.
"You know what to do with a hunk of meat like this?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am," Eli replied.
"I bet you do," she said. "And now, you're gonna do it to me, okay?"
Eli nodded.
She continued fondling his big black dick.
"I love getting hard black cock in my ass-hole," she said, stroking it lovingly. "I love it more than anything else in the world. Would you like to ram this horsedick up my ass-hole, Eli?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said enthusiastically.
"I want it to hurt," she said, her voice husky with desire now. "I want you to shove it up my ass as hard as you can, and don't stop no matter how loud I scream or moan. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Eli replied, displaying a wonderful economy with words.
"Do it right and there's a hundred in it for you," Lisa promised, unzipping the back of her skirt.
She stepped out of the skirt. She wore a black garter belt underneath, which she left on, as well as the black stockings and black heels.
She tore off her tight fitting blouse. She wore no bra.
She had nice, uplifted breasts that sloped at the nipples.
She hopped onto the bed and got on all fours, spreading her legs.
Eli could see her anal opening, pink and strawberry shaped.
He bounded onto the bed and was about to spit into his palm to lubricate it when Lisa stopped him.
"Dry," she said. "I like it when it's hot and dry. Don't lubricate it."
Eli rammed his throbbing black erection into her ass-hole so hard that she lurched forward.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
Eli could understand her agony. Still, it was what she wanted, and the customer was always right.
He grabbed her hips and shoved his black loaf as deeply into her ass-hole as it would go. Surprisingly, he managed to ram in practically all the way to the base, no easy task considering how small she was in comparison to his cock.
She gripped the sheets on the bed as tightly as she could and buried her face in the pillow as she felt Ell's pulsating black shaft pounding away deep inside her bowels.
"OhGodohGodohGodohGod!" she shrieked, gyrating her rump as Ell's cock slithered around inside her pooper.
He started pumping her now, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of her blowhole.
Her lovely breasts rubbed against the stiffly starched sheets, her nipples growing erect and firm from the hot friction.
"Oh, it feels so huge!" Lisa moaned in agony, loving every second or her anal torment.
He continued pumping her ass-hole.
"Slap my asscheeks until you come, then squeeze them as hard as you can," she instructed.
Eli did as he was told.
He slapped her firm, supple ass cheeks on both sides as he continued ramming his meat in and out of her.
Red welts appeared on her cheeks as Eh slapped them. The walls of her anus closed in around his pecker and seemed to squeeze the juice right out of it, the pressure mounting.
He grabbed the cheeks in his fists, now and started pumping his hot load of jism deep into her anal cavity.
Lisa undulated her pelvis, writhing as she felt him coming inside of her.
She let out a low pitched moan as she climaxed, stroking her wet snatch at the same time.
"Pump that big black cock, you hung, animalistic Mau Mau!" she gurgled.
Eli ignored the racial slur. Jed had told him to expect it and not take it personally.
Semen oozed out of her ass-hole as Eli pumped the last of his heavy load into her.
Lisa was panting like a bloodhound.
Eli finished coming but Lisa would not let him withdraw. Instead, she reached behind and placed her hands flat against his asscheeks, pushing him deeper into her Hershey Highway.
"Don't take it out yet," she gasped breathlessly, her ass-hole sticky with his jism.
Eli kept it hot and hard inside of her.
"It feels sooo good," she sighed deeply.
"We aim to please," Eli countered.
"Stroke my snatch," she requested, and Eli did just that, diddling her clit and fingering her cunt as he continued pumping her ass-hole.
She climaxed a second time and came back for more. Eli managed easily to keep it hard even though he had already come.
The lining of her blowhole felt as smooth as silk and twice as tight.
Sweat dripped off of Ell's brow and splattered onto Lisa's asscheeks as he continued ramming his black banger in and out of her.
"Okay, take it out," she said.
Eli took it out.
Lisa rolled onto her back.
"You did well," she commended him. "Well worth the hundred."
She pulled a hundred dollar bill from under the garter belt, rolled it up and inserted it into her snatch.
"Come get your reward, Eh," she said, the bill sticking out of her snatch.
Eli crawled onto the bed and lowered his head between Lisa's thighs. He clamped onto the bill with his teeth and pulled it out.
Another day, another dollar.
*****
Mrs. Rittenhouse, her face aglow with orgasmic delight, ran into her friend Mrs. Von Pishposh in the elevator.
"Arabella!" Mrs. Von Pishposh said. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"As if you didn't know," Mrs. Rittenhouse sighed with a smile. "You should be ashamed of yourself for not telling me sooner. And right in your very own building, too. Shame, shame, Amelia!"
"I'm not sure I understand," Mrs. Von Pishposh replied.
"Don't stand there and tell me, Amelia, that you have no idea of what's going on in apartment 12H! Honestly, you're always the last to know."
"Know what?" Mrs. Von Pishposh wanted to know, smelling a king sized rat.
Mrs. Rittenhouse leaned over and whispered in her friend's ear.
"Those Africans with the big dicks," she whispered. "They're simply deee-vine! You must stop up there for a drink and perhaps a little something extra."
"I knew those two bitches had something up their sleeve," Mrs. Von Pishposh grumbled, and stomped all the way down the hall to the newly rented apartment.
She banged on the door.
"Who could that be?" Joanie asked Gloria. "I thought Pepe was supposed to announce visitors. "
"He was," Gloria replied a little too nervously as she went to answer the door.
"Mrs. Von Pishposh!" Gloria exclaimed as she opened the door and saw the wealthy dowager standing there.
"I must speak to you at once, Mrs. Mushnick," she said, charging into the apartment like a drunken Nazi storm trooper. "I've been hearing some talk around here, and if it's true, heads will roll!"
"Of course," Gloria said, trying to think fast as Jed strolled out into the living room stark naked.
"Gracious!" Mrs. Von Pishposh cried. "It IS true! You ARE running a house of prostitution in this apartment!"
"Lemme explain, Mrs. Von Pishposh," Gloria stammered. "Jed, please fix Mrs. Von Pishposh a drink..."
"I did not come up here to socialize, Mrs. Mushnick," Mrs. Von Pishposh cried. "The tenant council shall hear of this immediately and have you out of this reputable building at once!"
"Of course you're upset..." Gloria said. "Jed, where's that drink? Where's that Michael Finn?"
Jed, in the kitchen, took the cue. He took a capsule from a sugarbowl and dropped it into the highball, stirring it until it dissolved.
He brought it out to them. Gloria handed it to Mrs. Von Pishposh.
"Has Mr. Finn been by today?" she asked Jed in a whisper.
"Yes, Ma'am, "Jed replied, and took a powder.
"I'm not thirsty, thank you," Mrs. Von Pishposh said angrily, pushing the drink away. "And I can promise you that I will speak to Mr. Goldblume personally as soon as I leave this putrid passion pit and rest assured..."
"Fine, fine," Gloria said. "But at least have a drink first, to prove that there ain't any hard feelings."
Mrs. Von Pishposh took the drink and downed it in one gulp.
"Tasty," she commented. "However, I can quite assure you that the council will promptly be informed...."
She started to walk away, took three steps and collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
"Now what?" Joanie wanted to know.
"Eli! Nate!" Gloria called. She reached into the cigar box and pulled out a wad of bills, handing them to Jed.
Eli and Nate came in and stared at the lifeless matron laying on the floor.
"Guys," she said to them, "get this cow into one of the bedrooms. Jed, take this money, go down to the camera store on the corner and buy the best they got, and three rolls of film, and make sure you have the guy show you how to use the damn thing. Then haul ass back here."
"What are you going to do, Gloria?" Joanie wanted to know.
"You'll see," Gloria promised.
THE END epilogue
A. full accounting of the rest of our tale is not possible, due to space limitations. But rest assured, there is a happy ending for our young ladies.
Our young entrepreneurs proved to be quite resourceful, avoiding both cops and mob, in establishing their independence. Joanie's husband wanted to get back together but by this time, she knew she didn't need him, and she was quite happy that his little bimbo had left him.
Does it sound too corny to say they lived happily ever after? well, that's just what happened. Only in America, right?
