The burning passion that flashed in her body, gave way to an open play for her younger brother -who was easily seduced as he was burning equally with lust for her.
She convinced him that he should join her in Chicago, and together "clean-up" in the sex market. However, some of the best laid plans of mice and men, don't work out the way they are supposed to, and that is what happened with young Wally.
When the woman he expects to pay him well for his sexual favors, turns out to be a fraud, he is disillusioned, and heartbroken.
In his disgust, and despair-he hurries back to his sister, who once more consoles him with sex.
But, he is beginning to see how hollow such a superficial way of living, and loving can be, and he is realizing at last that his supposedly fanatic religious parents, knew what they were talking about when they said, "sex" can be "sin," for the guilt that seared his conscience over h is sex with his sister was tormenting him. He bitterly regretted ever making the trip for his weekend with sister, in the first place, for that was how it all began.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"I don't like you spending the weekend with Valerie," Wally's father said flatly. "Why not?" he demanded.
"Because," he said, "You know your sister has rejected our religioun. You know, that she's living a sinful life in the city."
His mother was far more reluctant to criticize.
"Valerie is growing up," his mother said, "And I think you have a very harsh attitude toward her."
"Well it's obvious to me by the way that she dresses and paints her face," he said angrily, "what that girl is up to."
"Well I'm going whether you like it or not," Wally informed his father.
Saying no more, he picked up his hand piece of luggage, and proceeded out the door.
He drove to the airport with his mother, who talked all the way.
"Now promise me one thing Wally," she said, "that you won't have a drop to drink. I know Valerie likes to drink. I can't mention that to your father, but she does drink."
"I'm not going to drink mom," he said, "you don't have to worry about me."
"Well I do," she said, "you are such a good boy."
"I'm not as innocent as you think mom," Wally smiled slyly.
They didn't have much more to say till they got to the airport.
He waved goodbye to his mother and kissed her.
'Take care," she called after him.
"I will mom," he smiled, "don't worry."
As he got on the plane, he laughed. He had been drinking for years, and catting around too. It seemed ridiculous, that his mom should be so fussy. The plane trip was a smooth one, and as the plane surged down through the clouds over Chicago, he caught sight of Lakeshore Drive and the windy city's skyscrapers.
He was indeed delighted, that he would be able to have some fun away from home.
His sister Valerie was at the airport to meet him. The moment he got a good look at her, he realized she was dressing in a way that gave no doubts as to where her morals stood.
"Hi beautiful," he grinned, "hey don't you look great."
"Well thank you love," she said, "did the folks give you a tough time about your weekend?"
"Well a pretty tough time," he said, "but I made it."
As they drove to her apartment, she laughed.
"The folks are religious fanatics," she said, "their beliefs went out with the dark ages. Why neither dad or mom would take a drink, if their life depended on it. Isn't that silly?"
"Well," he admitted, "you have to take it easy."
"I know," she said, "I have girlfriends who are lushes. It's a dangerous thing, to drink too much. But anything, in excess is dangerous."
'That's true," he agreed.
When he finally got to her apartment he was well pleased.
"I didn't know you had a lakefront apartment," he told her.
"Yes baby," she said, "and it's marvelous. Every morning, I can look out on the lake and see the sunrise. And at night, I see the sunset. It's wonderful to live here."
"It is," he said.
All at once he noticed his sister Valerie was taking off her clothes.
"Valerie what are you doing?" he laughed.
"Sweetheart," she said, "it's the nude craze. I thought maybe you had heard about the people who like to go around in the buff."
"But really," he said, "you shouldn't do that."
"Why not?" she smiled, "there is nothing wrong with being naked."
"But Valerie," he objected, "we are of the opposite sex. The opposite sex shouldn't see each other."
"You're a hundred percent wrong," she laughed, "it's the opposite sex that should see each other. Isn't it ridiculous that women are running around in the nude at those gyms, and there are no men there. That's dull."
"Do you expect me to strip too?" Wally gulped.
"Well of course dear," she said, "It's the natural state."
The way she said it, got the point across. He realized exactly what she meant.
"All right," he agreed, "I'll strip."
It took Wally quite a degree of bravery to get his clothes off. As he peeled out of his clothes, she was watching. When he came down to his shorts, she came over to him.
"Why don't we finish undressing each other?" she smiled. "You can pull my bra and my panties off, and I'll pull your shorts off."
"All right," he agreed.
She was standing in front of him now, and he was getting a good look at her bosoms. It seemed as if her bra only covered half of her great bosoms.
"How much does that cover of you?" he asked her.
"Oh this is the new half-cup bra," she exclaimed proudly, "doesn't it look delicious?"
"Yes," he said, "it looks sexy."
He reached around her, and with fidgeting fingers unfastened her bra clip. The bra fell off and the beautiful bosoms bounced out to freedom.
"Do you like them?" she smiled eagerly.
"Well I'd be a fool if I didn't," he told her, "They're beautiful."
He was now turned on, and so was she.
"Ohhh baby," she said, "you're too much."
The excitement that he felt at this moment, was incredible.
"Ohhh you've got a beautiful body," he told her, "you've got a great shape."
She looked at him eagerly how and with hot eyes declared, "you haven't seen anything yet. Pull down the panties."
Reaching over, he eased her out of her panties. When he caught sight of her fur-trimmed triangle, his mouth watered.
"It's beautiful," he said.
"Yes," she sighed, "not only beautiful, baby but it's perfectly natural for you to appreciate the female form. I'm happy, that I am able to give you a look at me.".
The pleasure that was surging through his body now, was something else.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she smiled, "you are too much."
As they looked at each other, they were becoming more and more fascinated. She saw that his crotch was bulging. She could see the outline of his cock, and she observed his balls.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "why don't you go down there and have some fun."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. She reached down and slid her hand under his shorts. She gripped his huge penis and squeezed.
"Oh Valerie," he said, "you shouldn't do that."
"Oh don't be a child," she said, "you're a man now."
As she continued fondling his testicles and his penis he was aware of that fact vividly.
"You're going to get me so horny, honey," he said, "I'm going to have to have sex."
"That's what I'm aiming for sweetheart," she smiled.
Without taking his shorts off, she pulled him by his penis to her bedroom.
"Get up on the bed little brother," she said, "and I'll show you where it's at."
At this point, Wally was putty in her hands. He preceded to the bed, and spread his legs invitingly.
"Okay," she said, "give me that cock."
Valerie wasted no time in going down on him. She let her mouth slipover the head of the shaft, and soon she was thrusting her head up and down in vigorous movements.
"Ohhh keep that up," he told her, "that's fantastic."
He marveled at the different things that she could do. Her hands were grasping his asscheeks, as her mouth went up and down over his shaft.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I like that. Yesss, baby, keep that up. That's beautiful."
The sensations that were surging through his body at this point were remarkable indeed.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "that's fantastic. Yesss, keep that going. That's the way to do it. Ohhh I love that."
The pleasure was increasing every second.
"Eat that cock," he commanded, "that's the way I want it done baby. Now you're doing it. Ohhh yes. Keep doing it. Ohhh I love that."
The pleasure, that he was deriving at this moment was almost more than he could stand.
"Ohhh honey," he told her, "I'm going to deep-throat fuck you."
He slid his penis farther now. For a moment she thought that she could not breath. He loved giving it to her, all the way.
"I'm going to feed you my cock," he told his sister, "come on baby, take it."
Inch by inch the rock-hard cock slammed into her. The pleasure was increasing now, and the promise of a creamy white climax appealed to her.
'The balls are loaded, sis," he told her, "you can't miss."
When he said that, she used one hand to play with his testicles. She was eager now, to get all the juice out of him she could.
"Ohhh baby," she panted, "this is fantastic. Yesss baby. That's the way to do it. Come on baby, love me."
The sensations, were building and building.
"Eat that cock," he cried, "yesss baby. That's what I want. Come on baby, eat that cock."
He watched her cheeks suck in, as he stabbed into her mouth and down her throat.
"Take it all, baby," he said thrusting his pelvis forward.
Grabbing her head, he guided her. 'That's what I like," he told her, "ohhh baby, keep it up."
The sensational pleasure that they were enjoying now, was increasing.
"Eat it," he cried eagerly, "yes baby. Eat that cock. That's what I have to have. Come on baby, love me."
The sensational pleasure, was bringing them closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "this is too much. I can hardly stand it. Ohhh honey, eat cock. Eat it. Get my cream."
Suddenly the penis exploded. The sticky white cum surged into her mouth. She gulped.
"Ohhh sweetheart," he panted, "that's delicious. Gobble that stuff."
The pleasure, that eating him brought her was great. She clutched his asscheeks tightly, as he poured his cream down her throat.
"Ohhh baby, there's more there," he told her, "keep doing it. That's it, baby. Keep doing it."
She continued gobbling him, as the action went on.
"Ohhh that's sensational," she gasped, "I love that. Yesss. That's the way to do it."
The super-sensations of his actions pleased her. She loved the way he wrapped his legs around her head. She was thrilled to be locked in his hot thighs.
"How's the action?" he smiled.
Slipping her mouth off the head of his penis she smiled up at him.
"Creamy and delicious darling," she smiled, "I loved it. Every drop of it."
The sensational act was over. She looked at him, eagerly.
"Honey," she smiled, "you enjoyed it didn't you?"
"To say the least," he said.
He straightened his legs up, and suddenly he saw her licking down his thighs. He loved the feeling of her tongue licking there.
"Ohhh lick my butt," he told her.
Soon her mouth was over his ass, and her hot tongue was licking his behind.
"Ohhh baby," he groaned in delight, "that's beautiful. Yesss baby. That's the way I like it. Keep it going."
The sensational pleasure that he had achieved, was almost more than he could stand.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that is sensational. Nobody ever licked my ass before."
She moved from one ass-cheek to the other, exciting him every way she knew how. Now she was getting hot for action, and he knew what he wanted.
"Move up sister," he told her, "and let me give you some pussy action."
She moved forward, and straddling his face presented him with her pussy.
"Eat my pussy," she said sweetly, "it's gonna taste real good."
"I've eaten pussy before," he assured her with a knowing smile, "but I never ate your pussy, Valerie."
"Well this is class ass," she giggled, "just stick your tongue in there honey and lick."
He pumped his tongue into her, and began vigorously stabbing it back and forth.
"Ohhh keep that up, baby," she told him, "I love that. Yesss. That's what I want you to do. Give it to me."
He pumped it to her vigorously, and the excitement was increasing now every second.
"Eat it," he told her, "that's beautiful baby. Keep it going."
The enormous pleasure, was increasing every moment.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "ohhh baby keep that going. Yesss baby that's the way to do it."
The pleasure mounted every moment. The two of them were getting turned on with each other, as she never thought they could.
"Rub your hands over my ass, sweetheart," she begged him.
He gripped her asscheeks, and massaged them.
"Ohhh beautiful," she said, "I love that. That's the way I like it. Ohhh yes. Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Love my ass."
He enjoyed the feeling of her smooth round behind. It added to his pleasure, as he let his tongue pump in there vigorously.
"Play with my love button with your teeth," she suggested, "that's it. Nibble the clit."
He nibbled at her clit, and she loved it.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Now you're doing it. Come on baby, love me."
The sensational pleasure, that he was enjoying now was increasing.
"Eat it," she demanded, "eat that pussy. Get that tongue in there, baby and lick. Quicker baby. That's the way I want it. Lick that quickly."
The pleasure, was mounting, until he couldn't stand it.
"Ohhh baby," he gasped eagerly, "that's how it's done. Come on baby, lick it. Love it. Now you're doing it. All the way. That's what I want. Lick it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and she would be spraying her hot white juice in his face. This was the moment he waited for.-The moment of climax.
"Ohhh Wally," she groaned in delight, as she reached down and gripped his head and guided him over her. "Yesss baby. Ohhh little brother, love your sister. Eat her pussy."
There was something perverse, and twisted within him that gave him a sudden pleasure, at the thought of licking his own sister's mound.
As she juiced, his tongue licked around there quickly.
"Ohhh I'm coming," he panted, "yesss. I made it."
The creamy white spray, issued into his mouth. He licked the velvety vagina walls to completion. Then slipping it around inside of her one more time he glanced up at her body.
"Ohhh baby," she said, "pinch my breasts."
Reaching up he gripped her bosoms. She loved the sensations, of him grabbing them.
"Wow!" she said, "that's sensational. I love that baby."
He withdrew his tongue, and whacked her ass. "Ohhh Wally," she said, "let me mix you a good drink."
He watched her as she slid off his body and strode across the bedroom. She did have a gorgeous ass, and he loved the sight of it. He could almost imagine himself stabbing his cock into it.
"What do you want?" she said, "I've got bourbon and gin and vodka."
"Mix me a gin," he told her.
She came back with a couple of gin fizzes, and handed one to him.
"You're just as wicked and awful as Mom said you were," he told her.
"Oh they're such silly folk," she said, "they live in the dark ages. After all baby, this is another age. We're living in 1974."
"I know," he told her, "but maybe we shouldn't be doing it. To do it with a person in your own family is what they call incest I think."
She began doing a comical song about incest.
"Incest, incest," she laughed and sang, "what is wrong with that? If a brother loves his sister, why shouldn't they love?"
"Well I guess you've got a point," he told her.
"I've got a point and you've got a rock-hard cock," she smiled as she reached over and gripped it.
"Yes," he said, "I guess I need to get my balls going again. Apparently you want some more action."
"Yes," she said, "I sure could stand some."
She was stroking it up and down, and thinking of what she would like.
"You know honey," she said, "I sure would enjoy having you on top of me thrusting that into my pussy."
"I'd love that too," he assured her.
After she had finished her drink, she put it on the nightstand. Then Valerie lay on her back and spread her legs invitingly.
"Come on baby," she said, "get over here and fuck."
He straddled her, and guided his cock into her vagina.
"Beautiful," he told her, "get in there baby and do it."
As the rock-hard cock stabbed in there, her pelvis thrust forward. He gripped it tightly, and she loved it.
"Fuck me baby," she begged.
Her hot hands were on his back. She was massaging down to his bare bottom.
"Ohhh I love your hands on me, Valerie," he told her.
The hands began gripping the asscheeks and kneading them. Then she slid her hand between his buttocks and thrust his prostate gland. The moment he felt her fingering him there, he was electrified with sexual charges.
"Ohhh keep that up," he begged her, "I love that. Yesss, baby that's beautiful. Keep it going."
He thrust it forward, and the pleasure increased every moment.
"Ohhhh Yes," he panted, "that's beautiful. Come on baby, fuck it."
The sensational pleasure that he enjoyed now, was almost more than he could stand.
"Ohhh give it to me," he begged her, "that's beautiful. Come on baby, give it to me."
With a furious thrusting, he continued riding into his sister's vagina. Gripping his penis tightly, she massaged him.
"How do you like my action, sweetheart?" she smiled up at her brother.
"You're damn good at it," he told her. "I guess that comes from a lot of experience."
"Well I know where it's at," she said, "I've been doing a lot of fucking."
"I guess you have, honey," he smiled, as he went on stabbing into her.
"Keep that hand action on my butt going," he begged her.
Her hands continued feeling of his behind. She loved the sensation, of the hands back there. Massaging vigorously now, he was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Fuck me," he told her, "Fuck me. Grab my cock. That's what I want. Ohhh yes, baby. Keep fucking."
The hard, driving penis continued thrusting. Every moment, became more appealing, more stimulating.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I love it. Yess baby. That's what I like. Keep it going."
The pleasure that they were enjoying now, was increasing.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby. That's what I want. Fuck it baby. Fuck baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. , "Ohhh WOW!" he panted, as he continued stabbing her vagina.
She began brushing her bosoms over his chest.
"Lean down little brother," Valerie smiled, "and let me rub my bosoms against your chest."
He leaned down, and she crushed her bosoms on his firm muscular chest.
"Ohhh that feels fantastic," he told her, "I like it."
The sensations of her bosoms crushing on his chest, and her fingers playing with his asscheeks, and her vagina grasping at his penis, added up to one fantastic fuck package.
"Fuck it," he told her, as he got closer to climax. "Fuck baby fuck. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, all the way. That's what I like. Come on baby, fuck it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Ohhh I love that," he panted, "Yess, baby. Now you're doing it. That's the way. Ohhh yes, honey fuck. Fuck it, baby."
The sensational pleasure, that he was enjoying now was almost more than he could stand.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that's beautiful. Yesss baby. That's the way I like it. Finish it."
The hard driving penis continued stabbing in there. She loved him plunging into her with such vigor and force.
"You sure like to fuck, don't you little brother?" Valerie smiled knowingly.
"When I've got a good tight piece of ass I do," he assured her.
The penis went on penetrating her, as he went on getting his kicks.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight as he felt the surge of juice shoot into her.
"I made it," he cried enthusiastically, "Ohhh baby, I'm there."
The hot juices splashed into her vagina. She loved it, as she climaxed.
"Ohhh WOW!" he gasped as he finished shooting his load into her.
She felt herself juicing too, and the slippery penis slid in.
"Ohhh honey," she said, "a few more times. Once more with feeling."
He pumped it to her, a few more times. He realized that he was there. Again.
"Ohhh baby," she panted excitedly, "this is too much. You made it again."
He smiled at her, as he finished shooting another spray of sperm.
Valerie's hands were clasping his asscheeks tightly now.
"Ohhh I just can't let you go," she panted, "you're wonderful Wally."
"You're fantastic Valerie," he said, "but you're my sister. How did we get into this?"
"Oh don't feel guilty," she said with a teasing laugh, "we didn't do anything wrong. You needed to get your rocks off, and I needed a little loving."
He continued thrusting slowly into her, and she loved the massage that he was giving her with his shaft.
"I love you," she said. "You're a good man."
"Well Valerie," he said, "we can't love each other. We just got trapped into sex."
"I think it is love," she said, "a different kind of love. But it is love. You think the world of me too don't you dear?"
"Well you know I do," Wally said, now becoming confused, "but sexually, that's something different."
"Is it darling?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said emphatically, "there's such a thing as right and wrong. Fucking your own sister is gotta be wrong."
"When it feels so delicious, darling," she sighed, "it's got to be right."
Finally he pulled himself away from her. But she was reluctant to let him go.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "I enjoyed that so much. You were fantastic."
The pleasure, that he had derived within her body was almost more than he could stand.
"Ohhh baby," she told him, "let me just stroke your chest."
There was no doubt about it, Valerie could hardly keep her hands off his young, virile body.
"Do I turn you on that much?" he asked her.
"You sure do, honey," she said, "you drive me out of my mind."
"Well maybe you didn't have far to go," he laughed.
"Now you shouldn't say a thing like that," she objected, "we really had a good time. There was nothing wrong with us having some sex."
"Oh yes there was," he said, "there was plenty wrong."
She went on stroking him, and he couldn't help enjoying it. Soon, she was rubbing down his legs.
"Do you like my legs?" he said, "are they beautiful too?"
"Well they're strong," she said, "what thick calves you have."
"I've done a lot of walking and hiking," he told her.
When she got down to his feet, he was amazed.
"Now don't tell me you love my feet too," he chuckled, "you can't love feet."
"You can love everything honey," she smiled.
Valerie began licking his feet. He was surprised, when she started licking around his toes.
"You like toes too?" he chuckled.
"Wait and see honey," she said slipping her mouth over his big toe. She was bringing her mouth up and down over his big toe, and he was amazed how good it felt. Valerie worked on first one toe and then the other.
"Ohhh honey," he told her, "you're fantastic. You're what they call a toe fucker."
"I don't know what they call me," she smiled as she moved off one foot and went to the other, "but I know it feels good. Some of my lovers tell me so."
"Lovers?" Wally said, an ominous tone coming into his voice.
"Well certainly," she said, "what do you think I do for living?"
"Well I'm beginning to wonder," he said, "I thought you were a secretary."
"Sweetheart," she laughed, "I'm a part-time secretary. I have that for a front. Sure I can type, and take dictation. But, I prefer the sex trip. I don't make anywhere's near enough money, being a secretary. But just an hour or two of sex, and I am well paid. I've learned, how to do a lot of things. Let me finish your other foot."
Dumbfounded and dazed by what she had said, Wally could hardly get a grasp of himself. She reached for his other foot, and slid her mouth over his big toe. He continued getting electrical thrills, as she loved his body. She was feeling of his leg, and reaching up to his balls as she worked on his toe. She moved from the big toe, down the line to the little toe. All the time he was getting more sensations. Finally, he realized that he was hard again.
"What are we going to do about you?" she laughed, as she moved forward. She straddled him, and then grasping his penis with the huge knob on the head of it, pumped it into her vagina.
"Let's ride," she smiled.
Wally was so dumbfounded by what she had said a few moments before, that he could hardly bring himself into the sex act again. She sensed this, and realized that he needed encouragement to continue.
"You know honey," she smiled, "you are about the best screw I ever had."
His young male ego was searching for security.
"Is that right?" he asked her. '
"Yes," she smiled, "that's the truth. Come on baby, fuck me. That's how I like it. Fuck me good."
The throbbing penis pumped into her vigorously now. She was thrilled by it.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that's beautiful. Come on baby, keep it going."
Pumping it into her, with vigorous thrusts she was more and more stimulated every moment.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "that's what I like. Come on baby, fuck it. That's what I want you to do. Fuck baby, fuck."
Reaching up, he toyed with her bosoms.'
"Pinch the nipples," she said, 'That's what every lady likes."
"Do you think a lady likes getting fucked at all?" he laughed.
'That's a lot of bull," she said, "about a lady not enjoying getting sex. Every woman does, but she can't admit it."
"Well you're not one who can't admit it are you Val?" he chuckled.
"You bet your ass I'm not," she said, twisting her hips around.
"Grab my ass alternately," she said, "the trick is to move your hands from the bosoms to the bottom. That's it. Ohhh honey, pull me tighter to you."
She was racing now, to get it off quickly.
"I like it," he told her, "Ohhh baby, keep it going. That's what I want. Fuck it, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way. That's what I call fucking. Ohhh, ahhh, yes baby. That's the way to do it. Fuck it. Fuck fast. Ohhh honey, do it."
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Ohhh give me a good fucking," he told her, "that's what I wanted. Come on baby, fuck it. Now you're doing it. All the way."
As the rock-hard penis stabbed in there, he became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh Val, baby," he begged her, "twist you hips. That's what I like. Grab it."
She gripped his penis tightly with her vagina muscles. Pumping it up and down savagely, he became more and more excited.
"Fuck it," he told her, "yesss baby, keep it going."
Her bosoms bobbed up and down as he thrust forward.
The surge of excitement, that was sweeping over her now was creating near climax. Bending over, she waved her breasts over his chest. Her lips found his, and her tongue found his tongue. Soon they were frenching. As they frenched, his hands reached for her behind, and he pulled her over him farther. The penis stabbed into her vigorously now. His balls were jiggling up and down, as he pumped it to her. Pulling off his mouth a moment, she looked into his eyes.
"Ohhh Wally," she said softly, "this is wonderful. Keep it going. We'll make it on target. Few men can ever make it at the same instant a woman does."
He went on ramming it to her, delighted with her compliments.
"Now," she cried, "now give it to me. That's what I want, baby. Give it to me."
The sensations, that had been generated in her were driving her out of her skull.
"Ohhh fuck," he told her, "fuck baby. That's it. Fuck it for me."
His jaw hung slack, and his eyes were rolling back and forth as the thrills shot up and down his spine.
"I'm juicing," he cried passionately, "I made it."
"So am I, honey," she told him excitedly.
Together, their juices blended. It made easy, for his slippery cock to continue its stabbing into her.
He gripped her asscheeks tightly and held on as he gave her a few more rounds of sperm.
Slowly, she pulled off him. But not until she had given him a passionate kiss.
"What are we going to do about us?" Valerie asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Wally," she said, "what we have done today means something. You know, how dearly I love you. I think you ought to come here and live with me."
"I don't know whether I can or not," he told her.
"Why not?" she said, "we care so much about each other. We could be happy together."
"But you have a lot of other lovers," he said.
"Yes," she said, "that is a problem. But not too much of a problem, Wally."
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously, not quite comprehending what she meant.
"Well dear," she explained, "most of my work is on a house call basis."
"You mean, you wouldn't be bringing them here."
"Well not very often," she said.
"I'd feel out of place," he said, "if you brought them here. You could introduce me as your brother, and then they would think we were freaks."
"Don't say that," she said, "Oh don't ever say that."
"Well it's the truth," he said, "I shouldn't be fucking my own sister. It's wrong. You know it is."
"I don't know anything of the sort," she said. "We have a perfect right to make love to each other."
"Sure," he said, "we've got a right to kill ourselves if we want too. But we'd be nuts if we did it. Can't you see Sis? We're absolutely wrong to do this."
She lit a cigarette, and went for more booze. As he saw her walk away, that same urge he had felt before to fuck her ass gripped him. Returning with a drink in her hand, and a cigarette lit she was all smiles and laughing.
"Wally," she said, "how would you like to go to an orgy."
"A what?" he demanded.
"Well some friends of mine are having a little orgy tomorrow night at their place," she said, "it would be a lot of fun. People fastening their faces to others genitals, for kicks. Haven't you ever been to one?"
'They don't have them back where we live," he said, "they're not that sick yet."
That dug into her.
"What do you mean sick?" Valerie shot back at him.
"Just what I said," he said, "this is getting sick. It's as bad as Roman times."
"As bad as Roman times?" she exclaimed, "they had a good time in ancient Rome. They had orgies that were too much. I only wished that I had been back there, so I could attend some of them."
"Well count me out," Wally said, "I've still got a few principles. Not many, cause you stripped most of them away. But an orgy fucker is one thing I'm not."
"Well it's too bad," she said, "really, Wally it's sad. You would have a ball."
"What makes you say that?" he asked belligerently.
T just know."
CHAPTER TWO
After the wonderful weekend with his sister, Wally determined that he was going to live with her, come hell or high water.
"I'm coming back to Chicago," he said, as he bid her farewell, "and we're going to live together."
"I hope we can Wally," she said, "we'd have an awful lot of fun. But you know the folks."
"I know them too well," he said, "but I'm going to have a summer vacation. And when that time comes, we're going to make it together."
"You'll love it here," she said, "summer is marvelous. We can go swimming in Lake Michigan, and just take it easy on the beach."
"Great," he said.
He kissed her goodbye, and then she reached down and groped him.
"Now don't do that in public," he whispered, "someone will get wise."
"Maybe we could give them some good ideas," Valerie whispered back to him.
"Look honey," he said, "we may be offbeat, but not everybody is."
"You're right," she said, 'little ol' Val has to learn to control herself."
They parted, with a pat on his cheek and then he got on his plane.
As the plane took off, and he looked down on the city of Chicago sprawled out below him, he determined that that was where he wanted to be. It was a wild, windy and wonderful city. The beautiful lake, circling along the beach thrilled him as he saw it from high up in the air.
The whole idea appealed to him greatly, and when he finally landed in his small hometown he wasn't overly eager to see his folks there.
"Hi Dad," he greeted him. "Hi Mom."
"Well," his mother said, "I want a report on your sister. I want to know what she's up to. Did you take a drink?"
"Don't be so hard on him," his father objected to all of the questioning, "you make it sound like a third degree."
"Yeah," he said, "you're as bad as the Gestapo in those old World War II movies that they show on TV."
"Well I can't help being concerned about my son," she said anxiously, "we live in a very wicked world."
"Well look what happened to Valerie," his father reminded her, "you made such a fuss about her and her friends, that she is not a very good girl if you know what I mean."
"Valerie's a great girl," Wally quickly jumped to her defense, "and we had a ball."
"I'll bet you did," her mother said tightly, "I know what that girl is like. She probably tried to have her girlfriends seduce you."
"Look Mom," he said, "I'm of age. Nobody is going to seduce me. Stop all that nonsense."
There wasn't any more talk about Valerie, that evening. His father had invited a girlfriend of his over for the evening and he was happy to see her. However, Florence was a very straight-laced plain girl.
"Hi Wally," Florence greeted him, "surprise!"
Florence presented him with a cake that she had made herself.
"Look what Florence has done for you," his mother said, "she's a marvelous cook."
To himself, he thought that's about the only thing she was good for. For she looked dreadful.
"Well thanks Florence," he said, "it was a real pleasant surprise to meet you here."
The evening meal was delicious.
"Florence helped me prepare the food," she said. 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"Stop it Mom," he said, "you're trying to push Florence at me. And I don't appreciate it."
"What do you mean?" Florence asked innocently.
"Oh nothing," he said.
"'You see how he's acting, after just few days in Chicago. This is awful."
"Well I've got a big surprise for you both," he said looking at his father and mother, "I'm going to spend my summer in Chicago."
"In a pig's eye you are," his mother snapped angrily, "you are not going to. You understand? Over my dead body you're going to spend your summertime in Chicago."
"Maybe I'd better go home," Florence said edgily.
"You stay right here honey," she said, "you fixed a marvelous meal for us all. And we're so grateful dear."
"Yeah Florence," Wally said, "it sure tasted good. You know how to cook."
'Thank you," Florence said shyly, "Mrs. Fleet, who's in charge of the home ec department at school said I'm a good cook."
"You are," he said.
"And I'm good at baking cakes too," she added eagerly.
"Oh, that cake was delicious," Wally admitted, "but I can't eat too much cake, or I'll get fat."
"You'd look better if you had some weight on you," his mother said, "you look a bit peaked dear."
"He looks just right to me," Florence said.
"Maybe you and Florence would like to go out for a walk," his mother said eagerly.
"Yes Florence," his father joined in, "why don't you and Wally go for a walk?"
"I don't feel like walking," Wally said emphatically.
"What do you mean son?" his father said, getting angry to think his son wasn't listening to him.
"I just said I don't care to go for a walk," he repeated.
"Well you've got a nerve," he said angrily, "we arrange a nice homecoming dinner, and you want to cut out. Well, I'm going to talk to you after Florence is gone."
Florence took that as her cue to go.
"Well my folks are expecting me," she said quietly, "I guess I better slip off and go home."
"Well the least you can do is walk Florence home," his father said, "it's dangerous for a girl to walk in the dark these days."
To himself, Wally thought Florence could stand a little danger. Maybe she would become more attractive, more personable, more sexy.
"Sure," he told her, "I'll walk you home honey."
He was happy to accommodate her any way he knew how. But the main thing, he wanted her to buzz off.
"Have fun," his mother called after them as they walked. Glancing over his shoulder he gave her a withering glance.
"Sure Mom," he said.
When he got back to' the house that night, his father was prepared for him. .
"Well, well," his father said angrily, "so you've been to Chicago. From the way that you've been acting, I can tell that you've been doing some things you shouldn't."
"Like drinking Dad?" he smiled.
"That and some other things," he said, "it seems that you weren't turned on with a lovely girl like Florence."
"I like Florence," he told him, "but I just don't care for her that way."
"Well it's about time you did have some girlfriends," his mother said. "Boys, who don't have girlfriends at your age are doing things they shouldn't. Or thinking them."
"Will you get off my back?" he demanded.
"Weil all right," she said, "if that's the way you want to act, son, I will never speak to you again about anything."
"Well that's the best news I've had in a long time," he nodded and smiled.
Throughout the months that followed, until the summer vacation his father and mother constantly bugged him. But they got the point, and when it was time for him to take his vacation he was ready to go to Chicago.
"Well you can't loaf all summer," she said. "I hope that you find a job."
"Don't worry I will," he assured them.
As he got on the plane and boarded his section of the big bird, he thought how wonderful it would be to never have to go back home.
Only when landing in Chicago, did he feel a sense of relief sweeping over him. At last, he felt free. It was a marvelous feeling, and he vowed never to go back home. Even though he had one more year left of school, he calculated he could finish his education in Chicago. Why not?
The first thing his sister Valerie did, when she saw him was throw her arms around him.
"Ohhh hi Wally," Valerie smiled eagerly, as she pressed her body against his. The excitement that she felt at this point, was almost more than she could take.
Wally honey," she said softly, "let's go back to my place. I have a surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?" he asked her.
"Well," she laughed, "you wouldn't believe it."
"Try me for size," he said, "I might believe it."
He was laughing, as he talked to her about it.
"Go ahead," he insisted.
"I'll tell you when we get back to my apartment," she said.
All the way back to her apartment on Lakeshore Drive, his body was eager for action.
"Is it juicy?" he asked her.
"Now I didn't fix you a big dinner," she said, "something even better."
"Maybe you bought a dog to protect your virginity!" he laughed.
"I should say not," she said, "that might frighten some lovers off. That would never do."
When he got up to her apartment, he saw what the big surprise was. A beautiful honey-haired-blonde was stretched naked across the sofa. She was lying on her stomach, with one leg draped to the floor.
"Meet Cindy," she smiled. "Cindy meet Wally my brother."
"Oh what a good-looking guy," Cindy said eagerly, "is he going to join our little party?"
"I don't digit," he said, "but she's gorgeous."
"Yes," she said, "Cindy and I work as a team. You see, when I can't take a house or hotel call she does."
"And don't forget the motel circuit," Cindy smiled.
'That's right," Valerie giggled, "the motels are included."
As he looked at the two girls, he realized what a fantastic time he would have with the both of them. "I can't believe I'm so lucky," he said.
"Well, just accept it," Cindy smiled as she got off the sofa and walked naked toward him. As he looked at her beautiful round breasts, he got really tufned on. What intrigued him most, was her shaved box.
"What a beautiful pussy you've got," he said, "I've heard about shaved boxes, but it's the first live one I've seen in the flesh."
"Well Cindy's box is very much alive, Honey," Valerie assured him. "Would you like to test it?"
"I sure would," he said unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis.
"Let me work my mouth around it a minute," Cindy suggested winking, as she got on her knees.
The beautiful blonde with the honey-colored hair, pulled his penis to her mouth. Then she let her tongue slip out and she began lashing the head of it.
"Ohhh what a nice cock you've got," she said, "you're not a little brother at all."
Opening her mouth, she greedily pulled it in.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "this is fantastic. Yesss, baby this is beautiful."
The pleasure that she was enjoying now, was building.
"Ohhh I just love this," she exclaimed, "it's super."
"Ohhh baby," he panted in delight, "this is too much. I can hardly wait."
The sensational pleasure, that he derived from this action was building.
"Eat my cock," he commanded.
He wanted her to gulp the juice down, for he knew he could make it twice in rapid succession.
Cindy wasted no time in giving him what he wanted.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "this is great. Keep doing it."
The pleasure was building now every second.
'That's the way I like it," he told her, "yesss baby. That's beautiful."
The sensations, that were surging through him now were increasing in intensity and pleasure.
"Eat it," he cried passionately, "yesss baby."
Cindy didn't take her mouth off his cock a minute. Nevertheless, she effectively used her hands for another purpose. She was unfastening his belt, and then she quickly pulled down his pants. They fell to the floor, and next thing he knew she was tugging at the elastic waistband of his shorts.
"Ohhh baby," he panted as she began massaging his asscheeks.
"Play with me," he begged her, "Yesss Cindy. That's what I like. Now you're doing it."
The pleasure that she felt at this point, was increasing every second.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I love that. Come on baby, play with it."
Faster and faster she did him.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on baby, love me."
The excitement that was generated within his loins, increased.
'That's what I like," he told her, "Yesss baby.
Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Oh eat me.
The pleasure, built until he could hardly stand it.
"Gobble my cock," he begged her, "get the juice, baby. Ohhh I got thick cream for you in the balls."
For a second she slid her mouth off the head of his shaft, and before he knew what was happening she had pulled his shorts down over his cock. His balls were exposed to her view, and she enjoyed the sight of them swelling as she mouthed him. "Eat it," he cried eagerly, "yesss baby. That's what I want. Eat my cock."
He continued giving her the pleasure she sought so eagerly.
"Ohhh yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Beautiful, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The sensational pleasure that he was obtaining from this act at this moment, was increasing with every cockstab.
"Beautiful," he told her, "beautiful. That's what I want. Now you're doing it. Ohhh baby, faster."
Cindy put her head back, which gave him the proper angle to thrust his cock down her throat. "Ohhh WOW!" he panted, as he creamed in her mouth. As the cream gushed, her cheeks sucked in. He liked the sight of this, and his hands gripped her head tightly as he finished unloading his sperm in her mouth.
When he had finished shooting, she slid off smoothly.
"Ohhh it was like eating all of it," she said, "just delicious baby."
She patted him on the ass-cheek, and then she looked at Valerie.
"What a nice brother you have honey," she said, "no wonder you've been keeping him under wraps."
"Well I had to keep him away from you, you cock-vulture," she laughed.
The two girls, apparently were not jealous of each other. This made him happy. He finished undressing, and he noticed that Valerie was stripping now too.
"Valerie loves to go around in the buff," Cindy smiled, "and she turned me on to this life too."
"It is fun to romp in the nude," he agreed.
There was no doubt about it, the pleasure that the two girls had enjoyed sexually speaking, was great. They were not ashamed of their lives. They lived for thrills, and now they were indoctrinating young Wally into this kind of life.
"Wally," Cindy smiled, "how good are you at eating pussy?"
"I like to eat pussy," he assured her.
"Well I've got a pussy for you to eat, sweetheart," she smiled.
She went into the kitchen, and returned with a yellow plastic container of honey.
"Push it in my pussy, honey," she said, "and squeeze."
He looked at it, and realized what she wanted. "Sure baby," he said, "if that makes you happy."
He pumped it into her, and for a moment Used the plastic container as a penis. Then, he squeezed. Its contents flooded her.
"Ohhh that feels good," she said, "nice and sticky."
She went over to the sofa and spread her legs invitingly.
"Lick the honey off," she insisted.
She didn't have to insist for long. For a second later, Wally was bowing over her crotch. With one hand on her bosom; and the other on her ass, he bent his face so it was even with her mound. His hot tongue lapped out, and he began licking.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Come on do it."
He pumped it into her, and she became more and more stimulated as he jabbed away.
"Ohhh yes," he exclaimed, "that's the way I like it. Come on baby, love me."
The sensational pleasure, that he was deriving at this moment was increasing. She twisted her hips about, and he was holding her by one bosom and her ass.
"Eat my pussy," she cried eagerly, "yes baby. Eat my pussy. That's what I want. Eat it. Lick it. Love it."
The sensational pleasure, that he derived at this point was increasing in momentum now.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that's beautiful, baby. Yess. That's what I like. Come on baby, eat my pussy."
His tongue pumped vigorously, and then he removed his hand from her bosom and gripped her asscheeks and pulled her vagina tighter to his lips. "That's it, baby," she begged passionately, "eat it. Now you're doing it. That's what I like. Come on honey lick it clean."
The more excited he got, the better it pleased her.
"Ohhh you're a good stud," she said, "stiffen your tongue and stab it up there."
He stabbed up there, and then he nibbled her clit.
"Ohhh that's the way I like it," he panted, "Ohhh baby, that's beautiful."
The pleasure was overpowering.
"Ohhh sweetheart," he told her, "that's beautiful."
The sensational pleasure, that he was deriving now was increasing. And nibbling at her clit brought her there. Now the honey merged with her love juices. He lapped them up eagerly, and squeezed her asscheeks as he did so.
"Ohhh yes baby," she moaned in passionate frenzy.
"Eat it," she begged, "that's what I want. Yes lover eat it."
He ate her, and then withdrew his tongue. His sister was applauding.
"Was I that good?" he laughed.
"It was the best piece of job I've had in ages," she said, "good sex must run in the family."
"Maybe it does," he smiled at her.
Now, the three of them were sitting there and chatting.
"How old are you?" she asked him.
"Seventeen going on twenty-one," he chuckled.
"Well you are quite a man for your age," she said, "I will have to admit that."
"And do you and Valerie make much money doing your thing?" he asked.
"Well we make enough," Valerie said, "we live in a nice place, and we have nice cars and we travel."
"Good for you," he said.
Then he looked at Cindy.
"Cindy, what do you do to the guys? Everything they want?"
"Well I have a few reservations," she smiled.
'Like what?" he demanded.
"Well," she said, "some apes want assfucks. That's out."
"You know I've never tried that," he said, "I think it would be fun. You've got such a beautiful butt, baby, I bet it would be a great screw."
"Well you're never going to find out," Cindy smiled, "because that's one thing I don't do."
"What's the second thing?" he laughed.
"Well a lot of men like to get their ass sucked," she said, "and I don't do that either."
"You're awful Cindy," he complained, "a guy wants a few simple things, and you would deny him that pleasure."
"Simple things my ass," she said. "A lot of men ask much too much."
It was obvious to her, that her girlfriend was a bit difficult-
"Now Cindy," Valerie smiled, "you know that on occasion you will do anything."
"Well if the price is right yes," she admitted, "but it's always good to say you won't do this or that. Then, it saves you doing a lot of stuff for nothing."
"Just as I thought," he said, "every act has its price."
"You see," Cindy complained, "you shouldn't have told him that. Now he will expect all kinds of things."
Valerie had been fixing dinner, while he was eating pussy.
"Dinner's ready," Valerie announced, as she pulled out some steaks, and put a mixed salad on the table.
"Ohhh this is great," he said.
"Well Chicago has the best steaks," she said, "you can say a lot of things against the windy city. But good food it has."
As he sat there eating, she reminded him about his parents.
"I suppose the folks would have twenty fits if they knew what we were doing," she laughed.
"Oh I know they would," he assured her.
"Well they're never going to find out," she said, "what we do is our business."
"And it's a good business too," Cindy said.
They chatted and laughed, as they ate their dinner. When dinner was over, Valerie said, "would you like to see me do my sex dance, dear?"
"A sex dance?" he asked, "I didn't know you danced."
"Well I do have my own thing," she said, "and it's pretty wild. You should see me do it."
"You've got to watch this," her girlfriend laughed, "she is fantastic. Sometimes we do it at sex carnivals."
"Sex carnivals?" Wally asked, a bit puzzled by what she was talking about.
"Well yes," her girlfriend smiled, "you know what sex carnivals are don't you?"
Suddenly, Valerie decided that she would show him what she could do with her body.
She came out with whipped cream all over her breasts. Then, he noticed what was at her vagina. One big banana. It was strapped on, and did look a bit comical.
"Look at that girl go," Cindy smiled, "can't she dance?"
"She's out of her mind," he laughed, "Valerie is out of her mind."
Valerie darted about the room, in her strange ritual dance.
"Ohhh WOW!" he smiled, "that is too much. Valerie is a wild dancer."
Valerie's dance, attracted him no end.
"Ohhh beautiful," he told her, "beautiful. Look at her dance."
She was giving quite a performance. Then, she explained what the dance culminated in.
"Now honey," she smiled, "you're going to really see something. This is how the dance ends."
She spread herself across the bare dining room table, and raised her legs.
"Come on over," she said, "and eat me."
He went over there, and gripping a breast began licking the whipped cream off it.
"Ohhh baby," she exclaimed, "I love it. Keep doing that, darling."
He continued igniting her, and exciting her. She loved the sensations, that his tongue could generate.
"Ohhh yes," she panted, "beautiful. Love me."
He continued doing this to her, and every moment she was becoming more and more stimulated, more excited.
"Eat my pussy," she said, "whipped cream delight."
His hot tongue pumped in there, and he vigorously thrust forward.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "this is beautiful baby."
He continued giving her the action she loved. "Yess baby," he panted, "that's beautiful. Keep it going."
The hot tongue pumped in there. The vigorous movements, excited and stimulated her body. She twisted around as the sensational pleasure surged through her body.
"Beautiful," he told her, "beautiful."
The hot delight that he felt, as his tongue swept into her vagina was eclipsed by the pleasure he felt of rubbing her slippery, whipped cream breasts.
"Oh honey, your fingers feel so good to me," she panted.
He continued doing this, until she was dizzy with delight.
"Beautiful," he moaned happily, "ohhh baby."
"Quit talking and keep licking," she protested.
He quit talking, and let his tongue stab back into her. Vigorously, she reached down to grab his head.
"Hang in there honey," she panted, as she twisted her pelvis forward. His tongue jabbed into her farther, and he went on licking away.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "beautiful, baby. I love this."
She was enjoying it immensely, and so was he.
"Ohhh, baby," she moaned passionately, "this is fantastic."
Indeed it was. The hot, sticky juice was ready to erupt in his mouth. A flick of his tongue across her clit, and she juiced in his face. The delicious white spray, was all he could ask for now. This was the whipped cream he liked most of all.
"Lunch is served," she smiled, as she watched him lapping.
When he had finished, he pulled his tongue out of her.
"Now baby," she said, "why don't you give me a good fucking. I see your cock is hard."
"On the bed," he told her, "this damn table is too uncomfortable!"
Little did he realize, how domineering Valerie could be.
"No way," she laughed, "you're not going to buzz off to the bedroom. You're going to whip that cock into me right here honey."
Realizing he had no alternative, he got on the table.
"Will this thing hold the two of us when we get to fucking?" he demanded.
"Well it should sweetheart," she said, "it's held every other man who ever fucked me on the dining room table."
"Well if it will hold them I guess it'll hold me," young Wally smiled.
Straddling her, he guided himself into her.
"Pump it to me, honey," she begged, "that's the way I like it. All the way in: Every inch of it. I want it all."
As he stabbed into her all the way, her hands stroked his back. Then she reached down to grip his asscheeks.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," she said, "I love the feel of your butt when you're pumping into me. You flex those ass muscles just right."
Her fingertips played with his prostate gland. She was enjoying it immensely at this point.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Come on baby, fuck it."
The sensational pleasure, that he was deriving from this action increased.
"Fuck baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it, fuck it baby. Come on baby, fuck,"
Frantically, he drove it into her. With every cockstab, he became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, fuck."
He rammed it into her. with hard, driving jabs.
"All the way," he panted, "thrust it back to me."
She pushed her pelvis up to him, and then she wrapped her legs around. Cindy was feeling herself as she watched.
"What a beautiful sight," she said, "I should be taking pictures."
"Motion pictures you mean," she laughed, "then you'd have something to sell to the sex circuit."
She laughed, as she realized how intensely her girlfriend was enjoying herself.
"Fuck it," he told her, "wrap your legs tighter, baby. Ohhh yes I love your hot thighs on my legs."
Valerie needed no instruction. She knew just how to give an exciting fuck.
"Ohhh Wow!" she panted, "this is too much. Yesss, baby, this is beautiful. Keep it going."
The wild action continued.
"Fuck baby," he begged, "Yesss. That's how you do it. Keep fucking. Faster. Now you're doing. All the way. That's what I want. Ohhh yes baby, fuck it."
The sensational pleasure, that he enjoyed at this point increased every second.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that is super. Come on baby, fuck it."
He was dizzy with delight, as the action continued.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he moaned, as the pleasure persisted.
Faster and faster he pumped into her. And every second, he was becoming more stimulated.
"Keep it going," he told her, "Yesss baby. That's what I want. Come on baby, fuck."
The sensational delight, that he obtained from this action continued.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that's sensational. Come on baby, give it to me."
She continued thrusting forward as the cock stabbed into her. Her vagina muscles gripped her brother's sliding tool. It was well-lubricated with her vagina juices. Now her hands were playing with his behind. He never had anyone play with his intimate areas like this. He loved the sensations, of his sister Val's fingers reaching down to grope his behind. She pressed in his prostate, and this stimulated him no end."
"Keep it going," he told her, "yesss, baby. That's what I like. Keep doing it."
The pleasure persisted, and it wasn't going to be much longer now.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby. Come on baby, give it to me."
She gave forth with wild movements. And he knew that it wouldn't be much longer until she came.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he gasped eagerly, "that's what I want. Fuck me. Fuck me."
She continued grinding her hips around. Then he felt her climax. As the slippery juice made his penis slip and slide, he felt it even more difficult to explode.
"Hang in there, honey," he said, "I'm almost there."
He glanced over at Cindy, and saw the juice trickling down her leg.
"Ohhh Cindy, baby," he smiled, "come over here and let me lick it."
"No you don't," Valerie said hotly, "he's going to finish what he's doing. One pussy at a time."
He pumped it to her, and with his vigorous movements brought himself there.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that was fantastic. Yesss, baby that's the way to do it."
Withdrawing from his sister's vagina, he got off the table. He dropped to his knees, as her girlfriend Cindy strode over to him. Pressing his hands on her creamy behind, he brought her shaved box to his mouth. He licked the juice down her inner thighs.
"It tickles," she said, as she felt his tongue sliding down her leg.
"Taste me," she panted, "taste me lover."
The pleasure that had been brought to him, by the hot juicy pussy, increased as he pulled off her. For now his sister was over him, and stroking his shoulders.
"Ohhh Wally," she said, "we're going to have such a good time. I'm so glad that you've come to Chicago to live with us."
"What would Dad and Mom say if they saw us now?" Wally said guiltily.
"I would hate to think about it," she said, "and you mustn't either. They're fanatics."
"I guess they are," he laughed.
"Maybe you could hire out too," Cindy suggested.
"What do you mean?" Wally asked, not understanding at all what she was talking about.
"Well there are a lot of rich old dames from the North Shore," she said, "who would give anything to have a young stud like you put the make on them."
"Do you really think so?" he asked. "I'm sure of it," she said, "maybe I should ask Ted."
"Who's Ted?" Wally asked Cindy. Ted is our agent," she explained. "You have an agent for fucking?" Wally asked, not understanding at all.
"Why yes of course," she said, "he's the connection. We pay him ten percent. It's all perfectly legitimate."
'That is unless you get caught," he laughed.
"Well," she said, "I guess that's true. We have to be careful."
"You bet your ass we do," Valerie said, "we've had plenty of close scrapes lately."
"You can get sent up for this can't you?" Wally asked, wondering about the law.
"Yes you can," she said, "but there's one place I'd love to go. Some houses in Nevada, offer opportunity."
"It's legal there?" he asked eagerly.
"You bet your ass it is," she said, "those people are sophisticated. They know, what's a good thing."
"Did you ever apply?" Cindy asked. 'They have a waiting list yea long," she said regretfully.
"Well maybe next year, they'll call on you," Wally chuckled.
"It would be a wonderful thing," she said, "some of those girls are very enterprising. They have great investments in stock, they drive the biggest cars, and they really live it up."
"Well you wouldn't want to drive a big car now," Wally insisted, "it would only give you a lot of headaches. What with gas costing as much as it does and all."
"Well that's true," she said, "I should get me one of those nice foreign sports cars that doesn't use so much gas but has plenty of class."
"Yeah to finish that sentence," Cindy smiled, "to display your ass."
"Cindy you're terrible," Valerie said, going over and hugging her.
As the girls hugged each other, he felt his penis stiffening.
"Does it turn you on when we kiss?" Valerie smiled smugly.
"A little," he admitted.
Glancing down at his penis stiffening some more, Valerie laughed.
"I would say quite a lot, little brother," she teased.
"Now baby," he asked her, "how much money could I make having sex with old women?"
"Some of them aren't so old, sweetheart," she smiled, "there are some young divorcees. You know, the women who married men to get their money. They love to ball."
"I bet they do," he grinned.
"Honey," she smiled, "you could make a hundred bucks a night. How about that?"
"That would be great," he said happily, "lead me to them."
"Well," she said, "I'll call Ted. He's our agent."
"Great," he said, "put me down, for a hundred bucks a night. I'll give them a fuck they won't forget."
"Well you better," she said, "Or they'll never ask for a rerun."
"Do you get much repeat business?" he asked his sister.
"Oh sure," she said, "that's how we establish good business relationships. We give them what they want, and they call us back. Isn't that right, Cindy?"
Cindy nodded as she moved away from Valerie and sat down on the sofa.
"Yes baby doll," Cindy assured him, "that's the way it works. You give a good fuck, and then they want another one. It adds up, baby. In a course of a year, I guess I fucked the same man seven or eight times."
"Good for you," he said, "if I had enough screws, I wouldn't have to have a regular job."
Valerie laughed, as she sipped her liquor.
"Now you're swinging little brother."
CHAPTER THREE
In the days that followed, Cindy entertained Valerie's younger brother. It was beginning to get Valerie uptight, that her brother was paying that much attention to Cindy. She decided she would have to think of something, to turn him off her. One night she thought of the perfect thing. She had a girlfriend that she thought she could put him on quickly.
"Little brother," she said softly, "how would you like to make some money?"
"Well I should get a job soon," he said, "I've got to start earning my part of the upkeep."
"So right," she said, "and I'm glad that you feel that way. That makes me want to help you all the more."
"What did you have in mind, Valerie?" he asked her.
"Well there's this very sweet girlfriend of mine," she said, "she lost her husband recently."
"That's too bad," he said, "it really is."
"Yes that's true," she said, "she thought the world of him too. Jan married him, of course when he was ninety-three. And she had two wonderful years with him."
"You mean she was doing it with a ninety-four ninety-five year old man?"
"What's wrong with that?" Valerie smiled smugly, "that's the best kind. You can make them happy in their last years."
"Well I can figure that out," he said, "she married him at that age because she could get a lot of money when he passed on to his reward."
"Well that's true," she said, "Jan does like material things. But she was a pleasure girl, who saw her opportunity and seized it."
"You mean she met the guy when she was giving him some sex. She was hustling?"
"Well yes," she said, "you might call it that. I prefer to use the word pleasure. Because that's what we give."
"Yeah," he laughed, "you always like to sugar-coat everything don't you Sis?"
"Yes little brother," she laughed.
It was obvious to him, that she did have a way of minimizing her own guilt in anything.
"Jan has a beautiful place up on the North Shore. He left her with this lovely home, and she's lonely going around those fifteen rooms. What can one girl do with five bedrooms, and five bathrooms?"
"She can always turn it into a cat house," he laughed.
"Oh not now," she said, "Jan has gone legit. She even took some courses in college. She's trying to improve her mind."
"Well," he said, "maybe this would be a pretty nice chick to make it with. How old is she?"
"Twenty-four," she said.
"That was a few years between their ages wasn't it?" he laughed.
"A few," she said, "but that made Jan appear all the more precious to the old man. He adored her. He really did."
"I can imagine," he nodded.
The idea appealed to him. Yet, there was something that made him hesitate. A man getting paid for fucking, just didn't seem right.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "she would give you a hundred and ten. She always likes to tip ten."
"Well that's nice," he said. "Yes that's real nice."
"I think it is," she said, "Jan was such a turn-on, when she was a young girl that she used to have everybody on the make for her."
"Well she must be a gorgeous chick," he said.
"She really is dear," she nodded.
As she continued talking, he was becoming more and more turned on with the idea of having sex with her.
"I don't want you introducing me as your brother," he said, "Cindy knowing that, is enough."
"Well certainly," she said, "do you want a new name?"
"Yes," he said, "why don't you call me Jeff Richards?"
"Why not?" Valerie giggled, "Jeff Richards. My, that sounds so distinguished."
"Well let's see what you do with her," she suggested with a sly smile, "she just begs good-looking men."
"It's okay with me," he assured her.
The whole idea appealed to her a lot.
"You know," she said, "they say she uses her mouth a lot. She goes all over a man with her tongue, licking everything."
"Does she eat ass?" he asked.
"Well I don't know," she admitted, "you'll have to ask her that. Back when we were all working for Ted, he made us do everything. Cindy is a liar. She pretends she didn't do a lot of that. Well honey she did. You can be sure."
As he listened to his sister talk,, he realized she was a cheap, common slut. Yet he didn't despise her. He could see that sex to her was a game. Nothing evil, nothing dirty. Nevertheless, in the viewpoint of the majority of society, she would be considered common, cheap, and bordering on a tramp.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked him.
"Am I looking at you in a strange way?" he asked, "am I?"
"Yes dear you are," she said, "and it makes me worry."
"Why baby?" he asked Valerie.
"Well," she confided, "I probably never should have told you what I do for a living. The moment Dad wrote and said you wanted to visit, I should have refused. But it seemed so pathetic, you growing up there in dullsville."
"Well it was pretty bad," he admitted, "And I'm glad that you wanted me to come and visit you."
The idea of making a hundred and ten dollars appealed to him more and more by the minute.
"I bet that woman has everything she wants," he said.
"Yes that's true," Valerie said, "she does. Of course, I'm speaking in the material sense dear. There's one thing, that Jan doesn't have."
"Well what's that?" he asked. "Love," she said, T don't think Jan has ever had love."
"Do you think she wants it?" he chuckled. "With all that old man's money, she ought to be able to buy all she needs."
"I've learned one thing," Valeria said, "you can't buy love. Oh you can buy sex all right. But you can't buy love."
"Well maybe you can't buy the real thing," he chuckled, "but I would settle for a few expensive imitations."
"Well all that glitters is not diamonds," she said, "I've learned that."
"How did you learn that Sis?" he asked.
'The hard way," she laughed, "some men were giving me diamonds. At least I thought they were, and I was giving them action like you wouldn't believe. Imagine my surprise, to find out these glittering gems were not diamonds at all. They were fakes."
From all that his sister had told him about Jan, he could hardly wait to meet her.
"You gonna introduce me to this chick?" he asked her.
"She'll take you on my recommend," Valerie informed him.
"Well that's pretty good," he smiled, "just tell her a good-looking stud by the name of Jeff Richards with a cock yeah long, wants to fuck her. How does that grab her?"
"I think she'd dig that," she said, "Yesss. It sounds exciting."
Valerie called her a few moments later.
"Hi Jan," she began, "How are you honey?"
"You've been to the West Indies?" she said, "how exciting. I bet you had a good time there."
Jan went on to tell her, about the exciting black man she had seduced. She told her how long they were, and how strong they were.
"I bet you broke their endurance records," Val laughed, "if I know you honey."
"Well I gave them a good time," she assured her.
"Well I know you could," she laughed.
She got a big charge out of the whole idea. It appealed to her a lot.
"Well he's a nice young man," she said, "his name is Jeff Richards. He's new to Chicago. From the farm country."
"Could he fuck like a farmer?" Jan asked.
"You've been drinking haven't you?" Valerie asked her.
"A little," she said, "how else am I going to spend all the money that he left me?"
"You're terrible," Valerie told her bluntly.
"I know it," she said, "but the world's a fucked-up mess, so what's wrong with 'me being a little fucked up too?"
"Well that makes sense honey," she laughed.
As they continued talking, it became evident to her that Jan was escaping through booze. She didn't know whether to put her young brother on this woman or not.
"Now he charges plenty," she said, "what would you say if I asked a hundred and twenty?"
"It's steep," she said, "but if he's good, I guess it's worth it."
"He's superb," she said, "you don't have to worry about that. Hell give you a fuck you won't soon forget."
"Well all right," she said, "if you say so."
"I say so, honey," she told her.
The meeting place was arranged, and as Valerie drove him to the Pump Room, where they were to get together she had second thoughts.
"Baby," she told her younger brother, "if you want to back out, it's all right. I don't know whether I should start you on this path or not."
"Oh don't get cold feet," he told her, "I want to have a little fun."
"Sometimes," she said, "a little fun ends up in a lot of trouble."
"I know what you mean," he said, "but I've got to live. I've got to experience. I need an affair."
"Well you're like a headstrong young thoroughbred," she observed, "but it's your life. It's what you want."
She absolved herself from all responsibility. Even though she knew in her heart, that she was responsible for getting him involved.
The first glimpse he caught of Jan he would never forget. She was a red-headed gal, with ivory skin and green eyes. She had a beautiful mouth, that he could just imagine slipping around his cock.
"Hi there Jeff," she said, "I'm Jan."
"Hi Jan," he said, "how goes it?"
"Well I've had a rough time of it," she said, "I guess you heard about the last of my late husband."
"Yeah," he said, "it's too bad." -
"It really was dear," she said, "we had a marvelous relationship."
"Wasn't he kind of old to be making it with a gorgeous chick like you?" he demanded.
"You're very bold," she said, "I don't know whether I like you or not."
"Well we're just ships that pass in the night, baby," he said, "just flesh connecting. Nothing more, nothing less."
"The whole world is a flesh market," she said nervously, her lower lip quivering, "let's buy something to drink honey."
They bought a drink at the bar, and then they decided they would have dinner.
"You're such a handsome fellow," she said quickly, "you don't know how turned-on you get me."
"Do I turn you on that much?" he asked.
"Oh yes you do," she insisted.
After a couple of drinks, he didn't find Jan displeasing to him at all.
"I'll bet that old Valerie has said some horrible things about me," she said to the young man who captured her interest now.
"Well she simply said you were a gold-digger," he laughed.
"It's not true," she said, "I was searching for happiness. But I was looking in the wrong place."
"Yeah old money-bags," he said.
"That isn't funny," she said, "you don't know what that old man put me through."
"Well I have a hunch what you put him through," he told her.
"You have no right to talk to me that way," she said.
"I'm only trying to level with you," he said, "so I hustle. I don't try to say I'm interested in fucking you because I love you. I'm interested in screwing your sweet pussy, because it means money. Dig?"
"You're brutally blunt," she said.
"Isn't it refreshing?" he demanded.
"No," she said, "I would much prefer that you lie to me like all the others."
"I see," he said, "you are used to having the men lie to you, to spin circles around your ego and make you happy."
"Precisely," she said, "that's what you are being paid for. Didn't Valerie explain everything?"
Now she was so burned up she didn't care to continue the relationship further. At that point, he knew he had to do some fast foot work.
"I give a great fuck," he said, "nine solid inches. Solid cock baby stabbing into that tight pussy of yours. It is tight isn't it?"
Putting her on the defensive, brought, a sharp and immediate reply.
"My pussy is all right, honey," she said, "you don't have to worry about that. I didn't make all that money, doing it with my old man because he was crazy about my character. My character is in my ass, and I can prove it."
"Well let me tear off a piece," he laughed.
"All right," she said, "if you want to put it on an animal level, I can do that too."
The point was being made, and effectively.
"Let's start playing games," he told her.
"I'm tired of games," she said, "I want to go to my place on the North Shore. Do you want to drive my Cadillac?"
"Why not flaunt a few things?" she said, as she finished paying for the bill, and tipping the waiter well. She told him thank you in French still trying to impress her young lover.
"Oh you're a sharp dame," he said, always trying to put on an act. Well, I don't think you are so elegant. I think you are cheap common tramp. You made money, but that doesn't change the facts. You are a common ordinary tramp."
"You little bastard," she snapped angrily, "I'm sorry I ever got involved with you."
"For your information," he said quietly, "that goes double."
He was about ready to walk out on her, when she changed her mind.
"Oh come back here," she said, "I was only teasing. Don't you know when a girl is playing games?"
When he got a load of the gorgeous silver Cadillac, he changed his mind about his personal ego trip. He decided he might as well go along with her, and give her what she wanted. He figured he could give her a savage fucking, that would make her think twice before she got another man.
"I like your intense ways, Jeff," Jan purred, as she watched him driving out the Lakeshore Drive.
'Thanks," he said.
He didn't care to get involved in any Teddy talk. He figured, as long as there was somewhat of a personality clash they would do better if they didn't talk.
"You're a handsome guy," she said, as they neared her palatial home on the North Shore. 'Thanks," he said to her.
When she directed him to her house, he was impressed in spite of himself. It was a beautiful, Mediterranean home. It was on a small hill overlooking the lake.
"This is home," she said, "Not much, but home."
"Not much my ass," he said, "you've got a gorgeous pad here and you know it."
"Well it's comfortable," she agreed.
At this point, he was actually concerned with one thing. Getting his rocks off. In spite of himself, he couldn't help be attracted to Jan's appealing body. He particularly liked her bosoms. They were firm, and round. And they didn't sag. Above all they didn't sag. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was sagging bosoms.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're a gorgeous chick."
"Thank you," she said, "but don't compliment me too much. I've been complimented all of my life."
As he gazed once more at her cleavage, he nodded and smiled.
"I can see why," he told her.
It didn't take him much longer now, to get the top part. He was eager to get into her place, and have some fun with her body.
"Hey baby," he told her, "you know you really turn me on."
"Quit talking," she said eagerly, "I want sex with you, and good sex." There was no doubt in his mind now about what he wanted. But the problem was in getting her to go along with him.
"Now sweetheart," he told her, "you are too much. You know that I want a good time with you. A real good time."
"I understand," he said.
She didn't waste any time in preliminaries.
"Let's go up to my bedroom," she said, "it's specially equipped for sex."
"Well I figured it would be," he laughed.
"You're right on," she told him, "yes honey we'll have a good time."
The whole idea of sex was getting him stimulated and her too.
"Now baby," she said, "I go through a little ritual. I like to wash off what I eat."
"All right," he said.
He began taking off his clothes casually.
"And I have another ritual," she said, "I don't pay for what I get, until I obtain satisfaction."
"Satisfaction is guaranteed," he told her.
"We'll see about that," she said.
She was hot for him now, and he was hot for her. There was something extremely exciting about her, that appealed to him.
"Baby doll," she said, "you really are stimulating me. You just hang in there, and let me wash you in the tub and then I will eat your cock."
"Good," he said, "I want you to go down on me. And lick my ass and give me the whole works."
"Certainly," she said, "I would be disappointed in you if you didn't want a lot of action. I'm a woman of action myself."
"I figured you were," he told her.
She was getting the point, and so was he.
"You know, baby," she said, "you really are a handsome cat."
"Well thank you, baby," he said, 'let's have some fun."
She was naked now, and he could see her well-shaped body beautifully.
"You're gorgeous," he said, "when you have everything off baby it's easy to see Why any man would go out of his cotton pickin' mind to fuck you."
They got in bed together, for a brief moment.
"Let's just wrestle a minute," she said,. "till we get nice and sweaty. Then I'll put you in the tub and wash you off."
He enjoyed the idea, of a nude wrestling match with her.
'That's it honey," he said, "wiggle your body for me."
As they lay there in the bed, and he glanced at her he felt a sudden compulsion to kiss her. He bent over, and pressed his lips on hers.
"Ohhh that feels wonderful," she said, "just wonderful, baby."
Now she figured they were sweaty enough to take the bath. Getting in the tub, she began soaping him down.
"If there's one thing I love," she said, "it's washing a man's body off in a bathtub."
"Why do you enjoy that?" he asked her. "I don't know," she said, "I just get a charge out of it."
"Haven't you ever tried to figure it out?" he asked curiously.
"Absolutely not," she explained, "I think that the worst way, for anybody to be happy about what they are doing is to calculate every move. That makes it so dull, so mechanical."
"And you don't consider yourself a mechanical fuck," he laughed.
"Never," she exclaimed, "oh never. I consider myself a good fuck all right, but there's nothing mechanical about the way that I do it. I put a lot into it."
"I bet you do," he told her.
He was becoming more and. more intrigued, about having her lick his body. She was such a gorgeous chick, that he could just imagine what it would be like.
"I love that hair of yours falling on your shoulders," he smiled.
"It isn't my natural color," she said, "I give it a rinse."
"Well it still looks beautiful," he told her. "Well thank you love," she smiled. Her green eyes were flashing with hot desire at this point.
"Baby," he smiled, "you're going to give me a good time?"
"You bet your sweet ass I am," she smiled.
When she finished washing his cock, she told him to turn around.
"It's hard to bend over in such a little bit of space," he said, "but if you want my ass in your face, you're welcome to it."
He laughed, as he got out of the tub and knelt. His ass was up in the air, allowing her an easy opportunity to wash him.
"Go on baby," he told her, "wash me."
Her hands played with his asscheeks, as she washed his body at its most intimate areas.
"That's what I like," he told her, "Yesss. I enjoy that."
The pleasure was building now, as he continued.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "this is a lot of fun."
He was continuing now, and becoming more and more stimulated every second.
"Ohhh baby, when your hands are pressing on my prostate, it feels delicious."
They finished bathing, and then they dried each other off. When they went to the bed, she made a very strange request.
"I want you to kneel on the bed on all fours and bend over," she told him.
"If you say so," he laughed.
He bent over, and then she crouched behind him. His ass was in her face, right at the place she wanted to be. Grasping his asscheeks firmly, she bent over and let her tongue start licking, Energetically, her tongue worked around his buttocks.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "it feels good to have you lick my ass like that. Keep it up."
She continued licking, and he was becoming more and more excited.
"That's how I like it," he told her, "ohhh yes, baby. That's beautiful. Keep it up."
She continued licking and lapping there. And every moment was more beautiful to him.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he panted, "I love that. That's what I like. Keep doing it."
The pleasure was increasing with every tongue lash.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that's beautiful. That's the way I like it. Come on baby, lick it."
The sensational pleasure continued, as she pressed his prostate, while she licked his asscheeks. When she had finished that, she gave him a new treat he had never had before. She thrust her great bosoms against his buttocks.
"Now honey you're supposed to do this," she instructed him, "you push your ass back, and I press forward with my bosoms. That's it. Oh doesn't that feel good?"
"I like it," he assured her, "that feels sensational. Ohhh yes. Keep rubbing those gorgeous breasts over my ass."
She continued doing this, and then she reached around at the same time and began pumping on his rock-hard penis. He loved the feel of her hand there.
"Ohhh baby," she groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic. Yesss I love that. Keep that up."
He enjoyed the feeling of her hand there. She was pulling vigorously now.
"WOW!" he panted, "that's sensational. Your tongue sweeping up my ass, and your hand pumping on my penis."
She didn't do this for long, for she wanted to get the juice from his male member. She surged underneath him and then clasped his ass pulled him down over herself.
"Drive it into my mouth," she ordered him.
Carefully, he guided himself into her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Eat it."
He stabbed it into her mouth, and she licked vigorously.
"Sensational," he panted, "that's the way to do it. Yesss baby. Feels fantastic."
The pleasure was mounting every moment, as she continued doing her thing. Her lips fastened tightly and she was squeezing.
"Eat me," he cried eagerly, "ohhh yes baby, eat my cock. That's what I like. Come on baby, eat me."
The pleasure was building every second. He could hardly stand it now.
"Eat my cock," he commanded her, "that's the way to do it. Come on baby, lick the shaft."
Her fingers were playing with his balls, as no woman ever had before. And the pleasure was building in his hot loins as he thrust forward. He knew it couldn't be much longer before he would juice in her face.
"Faster," he told her, "yesss baby. Pump it."
She let her mouth travel up and down the length of his penis. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer till she licked it.
"Ohhh just like that," he groaned in delight, "that's the way I like it. Yesss baby. Now you're doing it. Ohhh yes baby, keep that going."
The sensational action, continued. In any moment, the pleasure became more stimulating to him.
"Yes baby," he blurted, "now you're doing it. Love it. Lick it. Lash it."
With hard, driving jabs he thrust it farther down her throat. And then the dam burst. The creamy white cum flooded her throat.
"Ohhh I'm juicing," he exclaimed excitedly, "I made it. Yesss, baby, I'm there."
The pleasure, that had burned in his loins had given him sexual thrills he never knew possible.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "you are beautiful."
She didn't pull her mouth off him, until she had finished draining all of the cream in his cock. When she finally did, she slapped his ass playfully and lay back.
"Was that a good blow job?" Jan smiled.
'The best," he said, T should pay you."
"Well it wouldn't be the first time somebody paid me," she laughed hoarsely.
"You know honey," he said, "my tongue is eager to get into your pussy. How about pushing that gorgeous muscle in my mouth?"
"I'd love to," she said eagerly.
Jan didn't take long, to give him herself. This was what she wanted. To press her pussy against his lips, and watch his tongue slip out and lash across it. As she straddled him, he gripped her asscheeks.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "give it to me."
The hot tongue stabbed in there vigorously. He flicked his tongue across her clit. The pleasure, was enormous.
"Beautiful baby," she gasped excitedly, "ohhh yes. I like that so much. That's the way to do it. Ohhh honey, that's fantastic."
The sensational delight that he was giving to her, made her feel that he was indeed the best young lover she'd ever had. He went at it, like an animal. He was cold, and unsophisticated. But one thing for sure, he wasn't a used item. He was a fresh young man, with a good cock and a hot tongue.
"Ohhh lick me in there," she said, "get it sticky and slippery. Let your tongue slide in there, honey."
He pumped it to her, and as the excitement built she became more and more eager for him.
"Beautiful, baby," she moaned in delight, "yesss honey. That's what I like. Ohhh lover, do it."
The super-charged sensations, that had been generated had thrilled her now.
"Lick me there," he cried eagerly, "ohhh baby, I want it so bad I can taste it;"
The sensational action, brought him there.
"Beautiful," he moaned in delight, "just beautiful."
Finally, she knew that she would be juicing soon. She wanted him to be playing with her asscheeks and pinching her bosoms before she shot.
"Sweetheart," she said, "every good pussy eater knows enough to play with the ass, and pinch the nipples. That's it. Yesss honey yes."
She was frantic now, as he massaged her buttocks. As his fingers swept up to her bosoms, she delighted when he pinched them.
'That's what I want, baby," she exclaimed, "yes honey. Pinch them."
He pinched the nipples, and she squealed in delight.
"Ohhh super," she exclaimed excitedly, "yes baby. You're driving me out of my mind."
The passionate pleasure, that she was enjoying now made him happy. He knew that he was earning his money, that, he was giving her what she wanted.
"Come on, baby," she begged him, "that's how you do it. Stab that tongue in there."
He stabbed his tongue into her with piston precision. She liked the enthusiasm that he displayed as he went to town on her body.
"Ohhh honey," she gasped excitedly, "you're too much."
Indeed he was too much. He was giving her action, like she had never had before.
"That's beautiful baby," she exclaimed, "I love it. OHHH yes, honey. Now you're doing me."
The sensational enjoyment, that she was bringing him was increasing beyond all bounds.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "you are too much."
He had finished her, and the delicious pussy juice was all over his mouth.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.
He lay there, stretched out. She looked at him, and realized he must be a very young man.
"You're new to this game aren't you?" she asked bluntly.
"I did my job," he said, "isn't that enough?"
"I didn't mean it as an insult," she said, "actually, Jeff you're a fabulous fuck."
"My name is not Jeff," he revealed.
"I don't care what your name is," she said, "most people do lie, when they hire out for sex."
"Well," he said, "I lied, because I'm ashamed of what I do. I confess. I'm ashamed."
"Why do you feel that way?" she demanded, "there's nothing wrong with what we are doing."
"Well my folks would think so," he told her, "and my sister Val is awful."
Suddenly, Jan broke up laughing.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"You are," she laughed hoarsely, "you're hilarious. Ohhh baby, you really made me flip out. Now I get the picture. You are Val's little brother. Of course. She's hiring you out. Does she get a commission?"
"Of course not," he said, "and she didn't push me into this, I wanted it."
"I guess sex runs in the family," she laughed, "but baby, that's quite all right. There's nothing wrong with enjoying your body, is there?"
"No," he said, "when you don't have much money, you got to sell something."
"Well don't feel bad about it," she said, "really honey if you look at it realistically you don't have to."
"What do you mean, Jan?" he asked.
"Well baby," she said, "how long do you think most of these marriages would last, if there wasn't some material benefit involved?"
"I don't quite get what you mean," he said quietly.
"Well I will draw you a picture then," she said quickly. "When a woman marries a cat, she knows what his income is. If he's in the upper reaches, honey, she accepts the life. She has the meat, and the car. Now of course, it's the small car, what with gas being such a problem. Nevertheless, she figures she can get so many diamonds, so many furs, the car she wants and the vacation she wants, and the house in the residential area that she likes. It's an exchange. But the chick, to get all that has to give out plenty. And I mean plenty. She has to go the beauty parlor half the time, have her hair fixed just so, her nails fixed just so, and actually honey she is a high-class whore in a way."
"Well I don't believe that for a minute," he said, "you're trying to reduce everybody to a level. Just because you want it to go for a lot of material junk, doesn't mean every woman does."
"Well I like that," Jan said, "you accept my hospitality, try to be friendly, and then you knock me. Look, baby, the money you are making tonight, is possible for one reason and one reason only. Because I trusted my ass for that old cat who needed some screws before he went beyond."
"Well I guess you're right," he said, "but I'm sure there are plenty of women, who just happen to marry rich men."
"You've got a lot of growing up to do," she said, "you really have."
"Do you think I'm that naive?" he asked seriously.
"Yes," she said, "to be perfectly frank, I think you are naive. It's a shame, that you don't wise up. For if you did wise up, then you would see things the way they are. And then you could be happy."
"I don't know if I'll ever be happy," he told her.
"Happiness, is not easy to find," she admitted.
"I know it isn't," he said, "I've been looking for it for a long, long time."
"So have I, baby,! ' she told him. "It's led me this far. But someday I'm going to find it. And when I do find it I'm going to hang on to it."
She reached out and gripped his penis. She hung on to it, and wondered for a moment if she meant him.
"Do you dig me that much, Jan?" he smiled.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "I was just playing with your penis. I didn't mean a thing. I guess you correlated my words with my acts. You can never do that."
"No I guess I can't," he admitted.
It was obvious to him, that she was not the easiest person in the world to deal with.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, T want to ask you something, Jan. Do you ever wish you could find another sugar daddy, and help him along his way? Then, you'd be twice as rich."
"Money," she laughed, "who needs it?"
"Well I guess in your position, Jan, you don't. Well, mine I do. Maybe I should marry me some old woman."
"Don't do it," she warned him.
"Why not?" he said, "I'm sick and tired of knocking myself out for a living."
"You don't have to be," she said, "there are opportunities everywhere."
He didn't understand what she meant.
"You could earn a living," she explained. "There's nothing wrong with you going to college, and getting a degree in something. Maybe I could help you honey."
"What would it entail?" he demanded.
"A little action now and then," she said, "something to keep Jan's pussy happy."
"I bet it takes more than a little action now and then to keep your pussy happy," he chuckled.
"Well I'll admit," she said, "that I am oversexed."
"Right now I bet you wish I'd stab it into you don't you?" he smiled at her.
"It would feel good," she admitted, "do you feel the urge?"
"I can take it or leave it," he said cruelly.
"Well that's an attitude I don't go for," she said, T want a man who can't live without it. Do you need me?"
"Yeah," he said, "you are easy to worship."
"Yes," she admitted, "A little bit of worship never hurt any woman. As a matter-of-fact, it makes a woman beautiful."
"Does it?" he asked her.
"Certainly," she laughed, "when a woman feels loved, her eyes light up. She fixes up, and makes herself beautiful for her man. Don't you understand?"
"I guess so," he said, "I had a real strange girl back where I came from. Her name is Florence. She's a homely gal. Homely as sin."
"Oh you shouldn't speak that way about her," she said, "she probably has some lovely thing about her."
"Well she could cook," he said, "she could cook very good as a matter-of-fact. If I had gone to jail, she could bake that cake with a file in it."
"Now, baby," she said, "you don't have to worry about going to jail, when there's a girl that can only cook. You can have any girl. But honey, you're going to have to earn your own way. I'm serious about helping you. If you want to go to college, I'll help finance you. Now and then naturally I'll expect a little sexual satisfaction.
But you will enjoy coming out here to my home. It's a pleasant place. And I could let you have one of the cars."
"What kind of cars have you got?" he asked.
"A Mach 4, a Cad convertible, and a Jaguar. Take your pick."
"You've got a Jag?" he asked.
"Yes," she said,"
"Well I've always wanted a Jag," he told her, "always."
"The Jag is yours," she said, "on two conditions of course."
'Two conditions?" he said, "be specific, Jan."
"I will be specific as I can," she smiled excitedly. "One that you go to college, two that you save your cock for me. I want an exclusive right on it."
"You are something else," he smiled.
"I'm a very good woman," she said, "and you are fortunate indeed to have me to sponsor you."
He laughed, as he thought about his future.
"Well wouldn't that be just great?" he chuckled, "you financing me. All I have to do, is to keep your pussy happy."
'That's all, baby doll," she said, "Are you up to it?"
"I'll have to think it over," he said.
"Well don't wait too long," she said softly, "or the job might be gone. You see I'm recruiting right now."
He realized that she meant business.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wally concluded that as long as he could fare so well with Valerie's divorcee friend, that he might as well go on to conquer bigger and better things. When he heard of a baroness, who was coming to Chicago, he suggested that he get in touch with her.
"Oh little brother," Valerie laughed, "you really expect big things don't you."
"Why not?" he smiled.
"I have to hand it to you, honey," she said happily, "you're not afraid to try anything. Or anyone for that matter."
There was something about the nerve of her little brother that appealed to her. She figured, that he might make a fortune before it was all over with.
"Where is this baroness from?" Valerie asked.
"She's from Germany," he said, "And she's loaded. Some old baron, left her a fortune. I guess it's in diamonds. There's something here about her owning diamond mines in South Africa."
"Diamonds," she exclaimed eagerly, "how wonderful. Read on."
"Well it says, that she is making a trip around the world because she is bored. She wants to find some excitement, or something worth living for. It seems the baron, was a real gourmet. He used to travel, so the article says, to each country in time for their vegetables and fruit to be harvested. Then, he would gorge."
"How exciting," Valerie said, "wouldn't that be fun, to follow the seasons and the sun just to please your palate."
"But he died of the gout," he laughed.
"Oh that's awful," she said, "and I wonder if the baroness got fat. All of that eating might have gotten her fat."
"Wrong again," Wally laughed, "she's thin and beautiful. Maybe, she has to do a lot of exercise to take care of the pounds. But she's a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde."
Valerie walked over to him and took the paper from him. As she glanced at the picture of the beautiful woman, she became a bit jealous.
"Well I suppose I don't amount to anything now," she said, "I have no title of anything."
"You don't need a title," he told her, "you're beautiful, baby. Don't worry about that."
"Well I don't have to," she said, "but I worry about you being led in wrong directions."
"The hell you do," he said, "you got me under your thumb now. And you like it that way. You can get all the fucking you want."
"Look," Valerie said, "I don't need you. Nor do I need that crap that you're feeding me now. I give you a lovely place to stay, in this apartment. Ever since my girlfriend moved out, it's just been you and me. And I think that's the way it ought to stay. You're developing into quite a man."
"Yeah," he laughed, "the best paid stud in Chicago. That's a reputation?"
"Certainly dear," she said, "you'd be surprised how many men are trying to do the same thing. But they are nowhere near as successful."
"I guess I should be proud of myself," he said, "it's quite an achievement."
"It certainly is dear," she said, "and I for one am very proud of you. So proud, in fact I would like to give you a new fuck."
"What do you mean a new fuck?" he asked, not understanding what she meant.
"Well last night I learned something," she said with a laugh, "I was fucking with a fat man. And he told me about the chair fuck."
"Chair fuck?" he said, "what in hell is that?"
"It's a riot," she laughed, "you sit in a regular dining room chair, and then I slide my pussy down over your penis. I throw my legs around you, and hug you tight with my thighs. You'll love it."
"Maybe I will," he said, "and maybe I won't."
"Don't be absurd dear," she smiled, "you're going to love this. How about it?"
"I get paid for screwing," he said, putting her out.
"Now Wally," Valerie teased, "this is absurd. I get paid for my fucking too. But this is what you might call a little practical instruction. When you want to try something different, suggest the chair fuck."
"Well I suppose the Baroness would be a very sophisticated fucker," he admitted, "all right, I agree with you. Let's try a chair fuck."
Valerie thought it best to get some liquor, to help them on.
She went to her bar, and asked him if he wanted a drink.
"Yes," he said, "you know I've been drinking quite a bit lately."
"Yes I'm worried about that," she said as she poured him a double shot. Bringing it over to him, she smiled.
"Here's a toast to us," she said, "let's see who can make the most money screwing. You or me."
"Well I'll begin with the Baroness," he smiled, "and I hope I make a mint."
"Good luck, darling," she said, "I am sure you will have a lot of fun with her."
"I'm sure I will too," he said, "I always enjoy fucking class ass."
After he had finished the drink, Valerie began feeling of his penis under his pants. She massaged it, until it was erect. Then she knew she could do what she wanted to.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she said, "You're real horny tonight."
"I'm horny every night," he said, "and why shouldn't I be. I'm Mr. Superstud."
"You bet you are," she said, "and you might call me Miss Super you know what."
"I can think it baby, but I won't say it," he smiled.
She looked at him, and she knew precisely what he meant.
"Now, baby," she said, "I guess I'll take off everything. We might as well, get going."
"Might as well," he agreed reluctantly.
She was a little burned up, that some of the hot blazing sexual passions had burned in him when he first came to Chicago, seemed rather dim now.
"Are you tired, honey?" she said, trying to tap his ego.
'Tired?" he said, "now what would ever make you think that? I should say not. My cock is ready anytime."
"Well that's what I thought," she said, "but you were stripping so slowly, I didn't know that you couldn't make it."
"That'll be the day," he said, as her nudge at his ego worked him just the way she had probed him.
He began peeling off his garments, and when he got down to his shorts she was all smiles.
"Let me pull your shorts down, baby," she told him, "I would enjoy that so much."
As she went over to him, and put her hands on his back. Then she rubbed herself against him. She was in her bra and panties, and it was an exciting feeling to feel his rock-hard cock through his shorts.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful."
The pleasure was building now, as she massaged his penis through his shorts. He looked down at her pink panties, as she pushed. He could see some moisture droplets, and this intrigued him.
"Are you juicing already Sis?" he asked. "A little," she smiled proudly.
"Well you're an oversexed chick I'll tell you that," he told her.
Maybe I am," she said, "I always wondered what my problem was."
"Well that's it," he told her casually, "You're oversexed."
She laughed as she let her hands slip behind the elastic waistband of his shorts. She massaged his asscheeks playfully. She let her hands slip between his buttocks. He loved the feel of her fingers playing with him there.
"And that is your prostate love," she said, "it excites nicely, doesn't it?"
'It sure does, baby," he told her, "that's just beautiful. Keep playing."
The fingers continued massaging there, and he was getting more and more turned on.
"Ohhh that's what I like," he told her, "keep that up baby. Now you're doing it. Ohhh yes, I like that."
The sensations that surged through his body, had him tingling all over.
"Pull it off," he said, "pull the shorts off."
She tugged at his cotton shorts, and they wouldn't come down quite as easily as she thought they would.
"What's holding them back?" she smiled.
"My cock," he told her, "What did you expect?"
She laughed, as he finally helped her. The gigantic penis, was making it difficult to tug the shorts all the way off.
"Beautiful," she smiled, when she got a load of it naked.
She reached out, to grip her brother's penis. She squeezed it with delight.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," he told her, T really enjoy that."
"I thought you would love," she said, "these fingers are well practiced."
She toyed with his testicles, and he became more and more stimulated.
"Beautiful," he smiled, "Ohhh yes, baby. I sure love the way that you play with them."
The sensations, that he felt at this point were remarkable.
"That's the way I like it," he said, "Ohhh yes, baby. Now you're doing it. Come on baby, play with it."
She fondled his balls, as she pulled on his cock.
"A little faster, baby," he smiled, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Ohhh yes, honey. That's the way I like it. Keep it up, baby."
She pumped methodically, until she got her face level. Then, she dropped to her knees. She clasped his asscheeks, as she brought her mouth down over his cock.
"Ohh that slips in nicely," he said, "that's beautiful. Come on baby, lick it."
Quickly, she let her tongue slipover the velvety crown of his penis. He loved the sensations that her tongue lapping was generating.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I love that. Yess, baby. That's the way to do it. All the way. Keep that going, baby."
The pleasure was building every second now.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss baby, yes Val. Now you're doing it."
Reaching down instinctively, he gripped his sister's head, guiding her over his stiff penis.
'These balls are loaded, baby," he told her, "and I can make it a double header. You can have one in your mouth, and one in your pussy. How's that?"
With her mouth plugged with his penis, she couldn't reply. But she answered with a nod of her head.
"Ohhh WOW!" he said, as she turned back her head and he slid it down her throat savagely.
"Eat cock," he told her excitedly, 'That's the way to do it. Yess, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way. Eat that cock. Come on baby, eat it."
The sensational pleasure, that they were en joying at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Beautiful baby," he told her, "Oh WOW! That's what I like baby, come on, do it."
The super-sensations, that the action was generating were almost more than she could stand.
"Come on, baby," he told her excitedly, that's what I like. Ohhh baby, do it."
The sensational pleasure, that he enjoyed at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Ohhh honey I'm almost there," he panted excitedly, "Slow down, baby. Ohhh I can't stand it. Yess. That's the way. All the way. Keep doing it. Now. Now baby, now!"
The super-charged cockstabs, were bringing her gratification too. She let her hands clasp his ass. Then, she slid her hand once more between the crack in his ass and let a finger stab up there.
"Beautiful," he moaned in delight, T like it when you pump your finger in there."
The pleasure, was building. Every second, it became more and more intriguing and exciting for him.
"Eat that cock," he gasped excitedly, "Yess baby. Eat it. That's the way to do it. Eat that cock. Come on baby, eat the cock."
He continued pumping it to her, and finally as he pulled out so it was in her mouth, she nibbled. That did it. He shot a good load of white sperm into her mouth. She sucked it eagerly.
"Ohh gobble me, baby," he gasped excitedly, "Yesss baby. Get all the juice out. That's what I like. Come on baby, do me."
The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was remarkable. He loved it, as she pulled the juices out of his penis with her mouth.
"Ohhh get it all," he gasped excitedly, "Every drop of it."
He really didn't have to tell her, because she wasn't going to leave any, no way.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that was wild. Yesss baby. You're a super-lover."
She smiled at him, as she was proud of herself. She realized, what he needed.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you are so beautiful."
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together, was increasing now.
"Ohhh honey," he said, "Keep licking."
She continued licking, long after the cream had shot from his main stem.
When she finally did ease her mouth off him, she pulled her finger out of his asshole, and looked up at him.
"Ohhh baby," she moaned. "I don't like to think of you doing it with the Baroness."
"Why not?" he asked, puzzled. She got to her feet.
"Because I love you," she said pressing her still partially clad body against him. He did not like the material, over her bosoms and over her vagina, which kept him away from her naked beauty.
"Get all your clothes off," he said.
"But promise me, baby," she said, "you won't try to get the Baroness. Ohhh I know you can make her, you can get any woman you wanted. But the Baroness with all of her money and might, will pull you away from me like a magnet."
"Ahhh," he laughed, "You're jealous. Sis. Well, you have the same opportunity to find yourself a rich lover as I have. Good luck baby, and don't bother me."
"Don't you have a heart, baby?" she asked Wally.
"No," he said, "I don't have a heart. I have a hard-on. That's all, baby."
"You're just like most men," she said, "All they think of, is that thing dangling between their legs. They care for nO one, but themselves. It's sickening, it's revolting."
"Don't get carried away," he told her.
"No, baby," she said, "all you want is a cockpit. It can be a mouth, it can be an asshole, it can be a pussy. You don't care whose it is, just so it's a slippery hole."
"Oh yess, I care," he smiled, "I want it to be a nice slippery, well-lubricated hole of some chick who's loaded."
"Well I suppose I don't rate," she said sadly.
"No you don't," he admitted, "Sorry to have to tell you that, honey."
"Well," she said, "it's nice to know the truth. Then, I don't suppose we should go through with the chair fuck."
That annoyed him. He had thrilled himself up to the chair fuck. Then he didn't intend to stop now.
"You take it easy," he told her, "I want my chair fuck. Understand?"
She wanted him to fight for her, and fight for it he did. He reached over and tore her bra off.
"What are you doing?" she demanded angrily, "That's my $8.95 bra."
"You don't need it," he said, "let it all hang loose."
Reaching down, he grabbed at her panties. In his haste to get them off, he tore them.
"And look at my panties," she complained, "they were $10.95."
"Shows what inflation will do," he laughed.
"Oh you bastard," she snapped, "sometimes, I could almost kill you."
"I'll bet you could," he laughed.
Now he lifted her in his strong arms, and carried her over to the bedroom.
"Ohhh let me go damn it," she snapped angrily, "I don't want to have sex with you."
"Why not sweetheart?" he demanded.
She began scratching him. Blood ran from his back.
"You are a little bitch," he told her bluntly.
"Oh I hate you brother," she said, "I hate you. You're no good. You're awful."
"No honey," he told her, "I'm not awful. But you're half mad for me. You're so crazed to have sex with me all the time. Well it will never work."
"I don't want to have anything to do with you ever!" she said angrily.
"Sure you do, baby," he told her, 'That's your problem. Well, I'm headed for the big time. I'm going to have me my own place. I'm going to get me a sports car. A beautiful Austin Healey."
"What do you mean an Austin Healey?" she said, "that's a real expensive car."
"Sure it is," he told her, "but the best is none too good for me. I want a powder blue car. And then, I'm going to cruise me the streets and get me the chicks I want to fuck with. But, to earn my money I'll screw the older ones. How's that for a twist?"
"You're as rotten as I am" she said.
"Yes," he said, "because we were hatched from the same shell."
Tears were streaming down her face now, as she realized that he was forcing her to do things with him.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled, "I'm going to get over here in this chair and you're going to slide your legs around and we're going to fuck."
"You mean you're going to fuck," she said, "I'm not going to."
"You wanted it, baby," he said, "and you're not going to build me up to a letdown. Do you understand?"
She nodded through misty eyes.
"Sure I understand," she said angrily.
At this point, the fun and games began. He began driving in there, in hard ramming cockstabs.
"Ohhh I like this position," he said, "It's beautiful."
As she felt his penis stabbing into her, she tightened her legs around his waist.
"Look at us in the mirror," she said through misty eyes.
"Sure Sis," he said, "You couldn't resist giving me a fuck. You want it bad. You're an oversexed nympho. And you know it. Now fuck."
He was gruff and rough with her. Even though, she despised him for treating her this way, a part of her personality loved it.
"Grab my ass," she half whimpered.
Reaching out, he gripped her buttocks.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Yes baby," she said softly.
The pleasure was building every minute now.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, 'That's fun. Come on baby, fuck. Fuck."
He stabbed away hotly. Every moment the pleasure became more and more exciting for him.
"Ohhh I like that," she groaned in delight, "Yes, baby. That's the way I like to be fucked. Now you're doing it. Come on baby, fuck me."
Vigorously, he stabbed his cock into her. The pleasure mounted, as he continued.
"Ohhh baby," he panted, "that's beautiful. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was rough and ready now, but she didn't mind. She was brushing her breasts back and forth across his chest. He loved the sensations that this generated within his hot loins.
"Give me a good fuck," he begged, "that's it, baby. Give it to me."
The thrills were building in their bodies now, as he continued slamming into her.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "Wiggle your ass for me."
She wiggled her behind, and he became more and more excited.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Keep fucking."
She twisted her behind for him, and he gripped her hips again. Then he drove forward in a hard stabbing driving motion.
"Ohhh yes," she panted, "I love that, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Harder he drove it into her. And the harder he pumped his meat into her vagina, the tighter she squeezed it.
"Fuck me," she pleaded, "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now, and he loved the sensations their action was generating.
"Ohhh keep it going, baby," he begged her, "that's the way to do it. Come on baby, fuck."
The sensational pleasure, that they were deriving from this act continued.
"Give it to me," he begged eagerly, "Yesss, baby. That's what I want. Keep fucking. Don't ever stop fucking."
As he continued driving his cock into her, she realized he was having a little difficulty on the second round. She couldn't tell whether it was from disgust that he felt over their fight, or whether he was spinning down. She didn't want to aggravate him, so she did everything she could to help him.
"Beautiful, baby," she groaned in delight, "Ohhh yes, honey. That's the way to do it. Go on fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He went on ramming into her, and then she began squeezing his penis as she never had before.
"Beautiful," he moaned in delight, "ohhh yes, baby. That's what I like. Come on honey, fuck it. Ohhh keep that going. Now you're doing it. All the way, baby."
The passionate pleasure was mounting. Suddenly, the big explosion came. The hot juices streamed from her vagina, as he got his charge.
"Beautiful, baby," he said bending over and letting his mouth slip over a nipple of her left breast.
She reached out, and guided his head as he licked away at her bosoms.
"Ohhh little brother," Valerie sighed passionately, T love you so much. I am sorry if I fight with you. It's just because of my love."
He accepted that, and let his mouth move from one bosom to the other. He was providing her with every thrill he knew how.
"I understand," she replied. It was as if it came from an echo chamber, for she seemed remote and far away now.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she moaned happily, "we do love each other. We have such a good thing going."
She didn't slide off him, until she had kissed him all over his face. He loved her peppering his face with kisses.
"Baby," she said, "make me a promise."
"Any thing to the half of my kingdom," he laughed gesturing out to the lake.
"Ohhh darling," she said, "I don't mind you fucking with other women. But promise me one thing. Give them your cock but never your heart. Save it for me."
"All right baby," he told her, "if you want it that way."
She smiled at him, delighted and happy now.
"We could do such wonderful things together," she said, "We could take trips together. We could go to the moon together."
"Baby, we've been to the moon," he told her, "I really enjoyed this a lot."
"I know you did," she said quietly. It was a moment of truth for them both.
"Honey," she smiled, "you're such a handsome man. You really are. Do you know that?"
"If you say so," he smiled at her.
"I say so honey," she said, "And I know. I've been around. I've had them all."
"I'll bet you have," he laughed.
"Yes," she said, "And I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. I had to do it. You don't know what living at home was like for me. I was a gorgeous young woman, and all of my beauty was going to waste. The folks were fanatics. They wouldn't give me any fun."
"You don't have to tell me that," he smiled, as she slid off him.
He looked at her as she walked over to the window.
"Ohhh honey," he said, "when I watch your ass wiggle when you walk I want to fuck it so bad."
"I told you darling," she said, "I'm virgin ass. I don't, let anybody screw it."
"I've got an idea," he said, "I could pump it to your pussy from that angle. All you'd have to do, is get on the floor. Try it."
She looked at him, not quite sure that he would keep his word. "Don't you trust me?" Wally asked his sister Valerie.
She thought for a moment. She remembered the promise that she made him make, about loving her and no one else. He had agreed. She decided she was being foolish to deny him this pleasure. After all, he wasn't going to thrust it into her ass. He was going to give her a chance to wiggle her butt while he stabbed it into her pussy where she liked it.
"I trust you," she said, "Of course I do darling."
Valerie got on the floor. She bent over, and her asscheeks were in the air. That was the way he wanted it. Getting down behind her, he slowly eased his penis to her.
"Ohhh that's a sweet ass," he said, "I can hard ly wait to fuck it."
He pumped his penis into her behind. He stabbed forward, driving it into her vagina instead of her asshole.
"Beautiful," she said, "You went in there nice and smooth honey."
She was pleased that he had kept his word and not betrayed her trust.
"Ohhh that feels great to me," he exclaimed, "Just great."
"It feels fantastic to me honey," she panted, "Come on give me that fuck."
The pleasure built now. Every second, the excitement was increasing within her loins.
"Ohhh fuck it baby," he begged, "Fuck. Come on baby, fuck it."
He pumped it into her, in hard, ramming thrusts.
"Beautiful," he groaned in delight, "Oh honey. That's what I like. Come on baby, fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yesss baby. Keep that going."
The super-sensations increased every minute.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "that is fantastic. Come on baby, do it. That's what I want. Fuck it."
She twisted her tail this way and that.
"When I stab it to the right," he told her, "you twist your ass to the left."
As he drove his penis roughly to the right, she ground her hips to the left. The counter-clockwise movements excited him completely. She felt his balls bouncing on her bare behind.
"Ohhh beautiful, Valerie," he told her, "now you're fucking. Grind that ass around."
She ground her hips around, and the pleasure built. "Ohhh," he panted, 'That's wild. Yess, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way. Keep doing it."
He drove it into her, and she became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "you are fantastic. You know just how to do it. That's what I like. Come on baby, fuck it."
As the pleasure built, she became more and more excited.
"Bend over and play with my bosoms," she requested.
He bent over, and felt his chest touching her back.
"Ohhh they feel good, honey," he smiled, "I just love this."
The pleasure was building now, and she loved it too.
"Beautiful baby," he told her, "Ohhh yes. I like that."
The tremendous sensations of having his hot hands manipulating her bosoms and his driving cock stabbing in there, added enormous excitement.
"Fuck it," he told her, "Fuck, baby, fuck."
It was becoming a rhythmic screw, and they both were driving forward and backward with equal pressure and equal pleasure. Suddenly, the rock-hard cock exploded in her pussy. She ground her hips around, and this excited him still more.
"Ohhh I made it," he exclaimed excitedly, "Yesss baby. I got there."
The pleasure was indeed fantastic for him.
"Baby," he groaned in delight, "This is beautiful. Yess baby. That's what I wanted. Now you're fucking. Come on baby, fuck it."
It was a moment of fantastic delight for them both, as he climaxed. She came in multiples, letting his slippery cock slide in some more.
"Ohhh I like that," she said, "You're juicing baby. You're squirting all over my pussy."
He continued shooting, and she had to admit her little brother had a big load.
"How was that for fucking?" he demanded.
"Not bad, baby," she said, "Not bad at all."
He slowly pulled his cock out of her.
She got to her feet, and looked at him.
"Why don't we just lie on the bed and look at each other?" she said.
"Well honey, the fuck's over," he said matter-of-factly.
"Ohhh damn it," she said, "you're like all the rest."
"What do you mean?" he asked. "You know very well what I mean," she said. "No I don't," he said stunned by her instant anger.
"Well I'll draw you a picture," she said, "If you don't understand the feminine psyche."
"I'm afraid I don't," he admitted humbly, "women have always been a puzzle for me."
"Well don't think men aren't puzzles for me," she said, "I can never figure them out."
He lay beside her, and gently stroked her.
"Now tell me Sis what got you uptight?"
"Buzz off, baby," she said, "I don't want to talk about it tonight."
"You must," he said, "we've made our vows to fuck everybody, but only love each other. If I keep my vow, I expect you to reveal to me what's up."
"All right damn it," she snapped, "if you pry it out of me, I guess I'll have to tell you."
"I guess you will," he said softly.
She put her arm around him, and looked into his eyes.
"I'll explain it this way," she said sadly, "I've had a lot of men. More men than you could ever imagine. But I've had almost no love. That's what they don't want to give. They want to give their cocks, they want to stab their penises into you as hard as they can. But they don't want to give you any love or affection."
"I see," he said, "so all the fucking is hollow. It's meaningless, like a cream puff with nothing in it."
"You hit it," she said, "that's exactly the way I feel sometimes."
"I understand," she said.
The two of them looked at each other, and then they burst out laughing.
"Little brother," she said, "I love you so much."
"I know you do Val," he said, "and let me promise you one thing. I'm going to make so much money off that rich widowed Baroness, that we'll both spend it on a vacation."
"Ohhh that would be too much," she said enthusiastically.
"Where could we go?" she asked eagerly.
"Anywhere in the world," he said suddenly.
"Great," she smiled.
The two of them were like kids now. They were thinking about what they would do, and they both were excited and delighted.
"I love islands," she said, "You can get away from it all there."
"What islands do you want to go to?" he asked.
"Well I've always wanted to go to those islands off Florida," she said.
"What islands lie off Florida?" he asked.
"Well there is Nassau," she began, "the Grand Bahamas. Then there is Puerto Rico. They say San Juan is divine."
"I'd like to go there," he agreed.
The more they talked, the more exciting it all seemed.
"Baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. We'll have a lot of fun."
The enthusiasm, which he displayed at this point got her stimulated too.
"I'm going to go for a rich fucker," she said, "why settle for less?"
"Right on Sis," he said, "as long as you're going to sell your ass, you might as well make some money."
She began thinking, about the rich men she knew.
"Well this guy who's in his eighties," she, said, "is nuts about me. But I really don't enjoy licking his ass."
"Well I bet you don't," he said.
"But if we can have so much fun together I guess I could. He's really a pretty good man."
"Does he make you blow him?" he asked. "No the thing is limp," she said, "I've blown on it and blown on it and nothing happens."
"It's awful," he said. "It certainly is," she said.
He wrapped his arms around his sister and kissed her.
"I love you," he said, "you're a good woman."
Tears streamed out of her eyes, as he said this. She had heard many compliments, but not of this kind. Usually, the men were telling her what a great grind she was. Or they were saying that she gave a super headjob. But never, had anyone said she was good. Somehow, the guilt that she still had within her being because of her religious background made her appreciate this compliment more than all the others combined.
"I compliment you and you're crying," he said puzzled.
"I know dear," she said, "but I can't "help it. Somehow, you always seem to hit it right."
"Do I?" he smiled into her eyes.
"Of course dear," she said, "I would never lie to you. You have said such dear, precious things to me, that you have a special place in my heart. A place that is locked in secret. Where no one else can come."
"You put it in such a beautiful way," he told her.
"Well it's only because you have given me love, as I've never had before," Valerie insisted, with a soft smile.
She reached down, and began gently pulling on his limp penis.
"You better not do that," he warned her, "you'll get the thing fired up again."
"No baby," she said, "I won't."
Nevertheless, he could see that her finger movements were creating a very difficult situation.
"If you could have anything you wanted," she smiled, "What would you want?"
"Well I'd want a beautiful house," he said, "with a view of the ocean. Every room, would have windows overlooking the blue sea. At sunrise, I could see the sun tinting the ocean in all of its splendor. That is what I would want."
"Wouldn't you want more than that?" she laughed.
"Oh yes," he told her, "I would want that Cadillac, the Jaguar, and maybe a Rolls or two." '
"You don't want much do you little brother?" she laughed.
"Yes," he said, "I want a lot. Then I would like hot and cold running women. I would like two new women every day, for my lifetime. That would be fun."
"Do you think you could handle such a big order?" she smiled.
"I'd die trying," he chuckled.
"What a way to go," she smiled.
Now his cock was hard.
"It's amazing how many times you can get that thing hard," she said, "and Sidney that eighty-year-old lover of mine can't get it hard once. It's a pity, that you can't trade penises with Sidney."
"Well I'm glad I can't," he said, 'That little hunk of meat gives me more pleasure than anything else in the world."
Just then, the phone rang.
"Should I answer it?" she asked him.
"Go ahead honey," he told her, "We're in business."
She reached for the phone, and gave him a strange look. She put her hand over the phone and told him with a whisper, 'That's Sidney."
"Why certainly Sidney," she said, "I would enjoy coming over to your place. Yesss. Well, I've never shared a man with another woman, but I guess I could. Yes Sidney. You want me on your cock, and she's going to be at your ass. Yes. All right Sidney. Of course, it will cost a little more. I don't go out for orgy action, unless I get paid plenty. You understand don't you dear?"
"Yes," she laughed. "I thought you would. Of course I'm in it for the money. You're in it for the thrills, and I get my kicks from cash."
CHAPTER FIVE
In the days that followed, young Wally die everything in his power to find out more about the Baroness. She seemed like an interesting candidate he thought. However as he searched the newspaper files for more information, about the Baroness Vail Horn, he could find nothing. He figured, that she probably had avoided publicity. Yet it did seem strange to him, that he couldn't find another word about her. He read where she was staying, and decided to visit her there. When he went to the hotel, he asked simply, "I would like to see the Baroness Van Horn, I'm a reporter."
"Do you have your credentials?" the man asked at the desk.
"Really," he said, "I've never been asked for my credentials before."
As he glared at the man, he put on such a convincing performance that the desk clerk withered under his glance.
"I'm sorry sir," he told him, "I will ring for the Baroness."
He rang for the Baroness, and when she heard that there was a newspaper reporter there, she welcomed him with open arms.
"Send him up," she said.
He went up to her suite, on the seventeenth floor. It was a plush suite, all done in blue carpeting, and white sofas.
"The Baroness will be with you in a moment," a young maid told him.
He sat down, and was deeply impressed; Then, he got the jolt. Instead of the Baroness being older now, and having used a younger photograph in the newspaper, she appeared even younger than she had in the beautiful picture. He was so stunned, that he couldn't say a word.
"Well," the Baroness Van Horn said, "And who are you?"
"I'm a free-lance reporter," he said, "and I wanted to do a story on you."
"How wonderful," she said, "I will be delighted to tell you anything that I can."
"Well all that I could find on you," he said, "was that one story that appeared in the Chicago papers."
"That's true my dear," she said, "you see the
Baron was a man who wasn't much for publicity. He wanted to do everything quietly. I'm different."
"I gathered that," he said, as she sat on the sofa beside him.
He glanced at her cleavage, and almost lost his balance.
"Is something wrong?" she smiled smugly.
"No," he said, "Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. In the right place too."
He winked at her, but the Baroness greeted him coolly.
"You wanted my story," she said.
"Oh yes," he said, "I was interested in your background."
"Well," she began, "my father was a Consulate from Belgium. And, I married the Baron. It was a beautiful marriage, and we lived in a wonderful house in Munich. Have you ever been to Munich?"
"No I haven't," he admitted
"Well you would love it there," she said, "it's such a charming city. If you like beer, you would love it for that."
"I love beer," he said. "Have you got one handy?
The way that he asked for it, wasn't quite as sophisticated as it should have been he concluded, as the Baroness looked at him a bit disgruntled.
"Of course you can have a beer," she said, "I'll call the maid."
When the maid was summoned, she ordered a beer.
A few minutes later, the maid brought a beer to him.
"Thank you," he told her.
"You can thank me," she said evenly, "I ordered it. If I hadn't, she wouldn't have brought it."
He nodded and smiled at her.
"Well thank you ma'am," he said.
She looked at him and laughed.
"You're quite a young reporter aren't you?" she said, "You Americans. You are giving young people all of the opportunities."
"Well you're not a very old dish yourself," he chuckled.
"Dish?" she said, "are you referring to me as a dish?"
"I'm sorry," he said, "it was American slang."
"Oh I see," the Baroness replied, looking down her nose at him.
Now he was put off base. He looked at her glittering diamond necklace, and her beautiful diamond ring.
"Would you quit looking at me?" she asked him.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but you're such a stunning beauty, that sometimes I get confused."
"The world confuses me," she said looking away, "you were a reporter, and you were to take my story. I'm ready, if you are."
He wondered if that was a cue to jump in bed. For a moment he hesitated.
"Well," she said, "aren't you going to ask me?"
In the worst way, Wally wanted to ask her for a fuck. But he knew that he didn't dare.
"Yes Baroness," he began, "could you tell me more about your background?'
"I went to all of the fine schools," she said, "and I had a ballet teacher of my own. I thought of a career in the theater one time, and then i decided against it."
"Why?" he demanded.
"I fell in love with the Baron," she said.
"He was quite a few years older than you wasn't he?" he asked edgily.
"I will not discuss that," she said evenly.
She was glaring at him now, and he got the hint quickly.
"Oh and what else can I talk about?" he fumbled for words to say.
"Asking the questions is your job," she said, "I answer them."
He gulped, and he thought of Valerie. She had vowed she would do her best to make some money, and he figured that if he was going to achieve, he couldn't waiver now.
"I'm sorry," he smiled at her, "And I'll tell you what. Maybe, if I just had another beer."
"Are you an alcoholic?" the Baroness demanded.
"Well no," he said.
"Well I'm beginning to wonder," she said, looking off.
She summoned the maid, and another beer was brought to him. This time he complimented her.
'Thank you so much for your hospitality," he said.
"Don't mention it," she said.
"But you said to thank you," he reminded her.
"That's just an American cliche, don't mention," she explained.
He continued talking to her now, and then he thought of some appropriate things.
"What are your favorite hobbies?" he asked.
"Skiing, and big game hunting," she said.
"Men or animals?" he smiled.
"I refuse to answer that," she said.
"On grounds it might incriminate you," he laughed, "we call that taking the fifth."
"What are you talking about?" she said, "do you want more liquor?"
"Why do you ask that?" he asked her.
"Well you said the fifth," she said, "and I presume you mean a fifth of a bottle of liquor."
"No the fifth amendment," he said.
"How do I know about all of your amendments and your government," she said, "certainly, I've heard about this Watergate. Is it something connected with that or the tapes?"
"No," he laughed, "nothing like that. You know, you're beautiful."
"Keep your mind on your reporting," she said, "you are not here to court me."
"It would be easy to do that," he smiled, looking at her bosoms.
The Baroness covered her bosoms with her hand.
"I'm afraid I'll have to cut this interview short," she said, "It seems rather chilly in here."
"Why don't you turn up the thermostat?" he said.
"You're an impertinent fraud," she said, "I don't believe you're a reporter at all."
"Do you mind if I say you're gorgeous?" he said, his jaw hanging slack.
To his great amazement, the Baroness's eyes watered.
"You look juicy," he said, "I wish there was just me and you bare-ass naked in bed."
"Really," she said, "you're terrible. But I accept."
He nearly dropped his uppers, when the Baroness said that.
"What about the maid?" he said.
"I'll dismiss her momentarily," she said.
When she had called the maid in and dismissed her, she looked at him.
"I knew that you wanted to put the make on me," she said in her aristocratic manner, with her regal bearing as she got to her feet.
"How could you tell?" Wally asked sincerely.
"Oh you have that hungry for sex look," she said, "I've seen it in enough men's eyes to know it."
"I'll just bet you have," he teased her.
"You don't play games with me, sweetheart," she said, "if you came up here, for sex, I'm willing. Do you want it European style or American?"
"I don't know what you mean," he said. "I'm not that sophisticated."
"Well I'll explain," she said, "European style is with your mouth, your teeth, and your tongue. American style, is pumping it into the you know what."
"I'm not sure I do know what?" he said. "You're not that dumb, baby," she said, 'let's go to the bedroom. I'll find out fast enough when you're bare-ass naked."
"You pick our slang up pretty quick don't you baroness?" he smiled.
'Those words yes," she said, "you can't be as beautiful as I am, without having men make passes at you all the time."
'That's the truth," he said.
He was amazed, at how quickly she was willing to undress.
"It's really my lucky night," he said.
"Well make the most of it," she said, T could have a good screwing; 'cause I haven't had one for a long time. Mentioning long, I hope your cock is long, 'cause I like them big and thick."
"It's big enough," he assured her.
"Well that's good news," she told him, " 'cause I haven't had a good long one for a long time."
Now, she caught sight of his gigantic cock. She went over to it and stroked it immediately.
"Baby," she said, "what I couldn't do with that. First, honey, let me show you how we do it in Europe."
"What do you mean?" the young country boy asked.
"Well I mean," she explained eagerly, "the tongue bath treatment. Have you ever had it that way?"
"No," he admitted, "but I'm eager for action."
"Baby, you're going to get it," he told her.
It wasn't going to take long now, and he could hardly wait for the action to build.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you know I really dig you."
Their arms were wrapped around each other soon, and they were embracing. She licked his lips, and then she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.
"Ohhh does that ever feel good," he told her excitedly.
"I like it too honey," she assured him.
The pleasure within his loins, was building. He could hardly wait to have her lick him all over.
"Lie on your tummy, honey," the Baroness smiled.
He got on his stomach, and then she eagerly began licking.
"Ohhh that feels funny around my shoulders," he said, glancing off to the mirror to see her doing him.
She didn't have time for words now. The Baroness was too busy licking his naked body.
"Ohhh that's exciting," he panted, "I love it."
The Baroness wasted no time. She would massage one part of his body, and lick the other. She moved from his back, down to his behind.
"Part your ass, honey," she suggested. He spread his legs, to make it convenient for her.
She pressed her face upon his behind and licked. He loved the sensation of her tongue as she lashed away at his asscheeks. She wished that he would get the real treatment. He wanted the Baroness to plunge her tongue up his asshole, but she wouldn't do this. As the excitement continued, he could hardly stand it. She toyed with his testicles, and this ignited him all the more. The Baroness licked down his legs, and then his calves and to his feet. She didn't miss a thing. She took each toe in, just as he had had before. He was an old-experienced man at this sort of thing, and he loved it. Every sweet second of it.
"Keep it up," he told her, "I dig that."
She continued on both feet. Then, she told him quickly, Turn over."
He turned over, revealing his enormous cock for her eyes to feast upon. Reaching up, she licked the front of his legs. Then, she came closer to the focal point.
"This is the magnet isn't it, baby?" he said, grasping his own penis proudly. "I want it," she said.
She bent over, and let her bosoms press against his penis.
"Ohhh that feels good," she panted, "I like the feel of your cock on my soft breasts. Don't I have marvelous bosoms?"
"Yes you do," he told the Baroness.
"I'll tell you a secret if you'll never tell anybody," she said.
"Go ahead and tell me," he urged her.
"Oh I'm afraid you'll tell your people you write for," she said, "and they might consider it a scoop, to think that the Baroness had this unusual thing about her."
"I promise you I'll never tell anybody," he told her. "I promise on a stack of bibles."
"Well that doesn't mean anything," she said, "there are thirty thousand contradictions there."
"All right," he said, "I swear by all that's good and true and pure," he continued, "I'll never tell nobody."
"Anybody," she said, "don't you know good English?"
"You've got me confused," he said, "playing with my nuts and all. I've forgotten my good grammar."
"Well I just have to help you I guess," she teased, as she decided whether or not she should reveal her powerful secret to him.
"You've got my curiosity up," he told her, "now tell me."
"Well all right," she finally said, "the big secret is simply this. I have silicone bosoms."
"You do?" he asked the baroness.
"I do," she said, "finest plastic job in the world. Had one of those great Swiss doctors carve me up. And he did a super job."
"I'll say he did," Wally agreed, "those are super bosoms, if I've ever seen them."
"Why thank you, love," she said, "that's a compliment, and I accept."
He laughed, as he looked at her. Her eyes were flashing with excitement, as she massaged them against his nuts.
"How does it feel to your ball?? " she said sexily, as she continued licking now and then.
"Beautiful," he said, "I wish every woman had breasts like that."
"Well they cost plenty," she said, "I don't know as they could afford them."
"How much?" he smiled.
"Five grand," she admitted.
'That's a lot of money," he said.
"And it's a lot of flesh too don't you think?" she giggled proudly.
"Yes," he admitted, as he glanced at them closely scrutinizing them, "they're beautiful."
"Thank you love," she said, "now I'll give you what you Americans call a blow job."
"What do you call it over there?" he asked her.
"Honey," she said, "you wouldn't know what the German word for that meant. So I won't confuse you."
Suddenly, the Baroness's mouth slipped over the young man's penis.
"Slide it in there," he said, "all the way. Every inch. That's how I like it. Keep it up."
He was pumping it to her methodically now, and she was enjoying it more every moment.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," he told her, "Oh yes. I love that. That's the way to do it. Keep it up, baby."
The pleasure mounted every moment, and he could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh sweetheart," she smiled, "you are too much. You really are."
"Get your mouth back on my cock," he complained, "and do your thing. The juices are boiling in my balls, and if you keep your mouth off much longer, I'll shoot my load."
"Sorry honey," she told him, "I didn't mean to cause no trouble."
Obediently, the Baroness slid her mouth back over his penis. He loved the sensations that her slippery mouth was creating within him. Her hands were massaging his asscheeks, as he pumped up and down. The sight of her bobbing head, appealed to him. Reaching down, Wally instinctively gripped her head and guided her.
"Eat that big cock," he told her, "that's it baby eat the cock. Now you're doing it. All the way, honey. That's what I like. Faster baby. Ohhh it's slipping. Don't let it slip out."
She became so excited, when she got near the knobby head she let her mouth slip off a second. That disturbed him, because he had visions of the juice spurting all over her face instead of the proper place, her mouth.
'Take it easy, honey," he called to her, "yes baby, that's it. Ohhh I like that."
The pleasure was building now, and he could hardly stand it.
"Lick that cock," he commanded, "yes baby. Lick it. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Keep licking."
Proudly, he was giving her action she never knew possible before.
"Eat it," he cried emphatically, "eat the cock baby. Now you're doing it. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The pleasure was vast, and they both were enjoying themselves enormously.
"You're a beautiful cock lover," he told her, "you really appreciate good head. And you're going to like my cream. It's thick and sticky."
He was building the suspense every moment. She was becoming electrified with the idea of getting it.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Ohhh yes, honey," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Ohhh yes, honey. Now you're doing it. All the way. That's what I like. Don't stop now."
With a hard, driving thrust he gripped her head and guided his shaft all the way down her throat. Suddenly, he unloaded. As he did so the Baroness pulled back quickly. She wanted to get all the creamy thick juice in her mouth. She'd waited a long time to get a good load like this.
"Gobble it," he panted, "Yes, baby. That's what I want. Gobble it. That's it. Beautiful. Now you're doing it right."
He was complimenting her, as he guided her in lovemaking.
The pleasure that they enjoyed at this point, was great.
"You're beautiful," he told her excitedly, yesss baby. You've got what it takes." There wasn't a doubt for one moment in his mind, about her abilities. She was a fabulous woman, and knew just how to give him action he craved.
"Keep that going," he told her, "yesss, baby. Now that's it. Ohhh sweetheart, eat that meat."
The penis, pumped some more juice into her mouth and she gulped.
When the Baroness had completed the act of oral sex, she slid her mouth off proudly.
"How am I doing, honey?" she asked, losing all traces of her foreign accent.
"You know just then you sounded like you're from Texas," he told her.
"Well I used to be an actress before I was a Baroness," she said, with her accent back in place.
"You're a pretty good one," he told her, "you really are."
"Why thank you love," she smiled, "we're full of compliments tonight aren't we angel?"
He was indeed proud of her, that she could get this turned on.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "there are so many things that we could do together. How would you like to have that sweet pussy of yours licked like you've never had it licked before?"
"Well," she said coyly, "I'm not used to that sort of thing. But I suppose, I could get used to this American custom."
"Pussy eating is an international custom," he assured the Baroness.
"Is it really?" she said, "well, it's news to me. The Baron used to poke his plunger up me."
"You mean his penis?" he smiled.
"You might say that," she giggled.
He was too hot for her to waste words. He suddenly surged around in the bed, and gripped her thighs.
"Ohhh lover," she cried, "aren't you going to lick the bosoms? Come on honey lick them."
"Well now that you tell me it's silicone," he said, "maybe I should just go out and buy some silicone."
"Now that's a nice thing to say after I confided in you," the Baroness fumed.
"Sorry about that, beautiful," he said, reaching up and gripping both breasts with his hands, "but I'm partial to pussy. I hope you don't mind."
"Not in the least," she exclaimed, "I love it."
The pleasure that awaited her now, was total. For young Wally was determined to give her sex such as she had never had before. His savage tongue stabbings, inflamed her passion.
"That's beautiful," he told her, "Ohhh yes, baby, I love that"
As the tongue continued pumping into her, she became more and more stimulated.
"Ohhh honey," she panted, "that is beautiful. Yess, baby. I love it."
She was electrified at this point. "Eat my pussy," she cried in that Texas voice again.
It so shocked him, that he pulled his tongue out of her.
"I'd swear you were born in Texas," he said. "That's what my papa the Baron said," she giggled.
"Well honey," he said, "if you'll use one voice or the other, you'll quit confusing me. It would be a good thing honey, 'cause I want to eat your pussy right away."
"All right," she agreed.
He went down there, and began licking vigorously now. The Baroness threw her legs over his shoulders, and he gripped her asscheeks and burrowed his tongue in farther and farther.
"Beautiful," she panted, "Oh yes honey I love that. Keep doing it."
The pleasure was building now, as the action continued.
"Eat it," she cried, "Yesss baby. That's what I like. Come on baby, eat that sweet pussy. It's juicy."
He knew that it was, because the juices that he was finding on her vagina walls tasted fantastic.
"Eat it," she panted passionately, "yes, lover eat the pussy. Now. Oh yes. I love it."
The hot tongue plunged in there emphatically, and then he nibbled at her clit. At that instant, she juiced. Her hands reached down to grip his head and guide him to the finish line.
"Ohhh honey," she cried, so loud he thought that the people on Lakeshore Drive could hear it. "Eat my pussy. Get the juice. Ahhh yes. Make the Baroness happy."
Now her voice sounded like the Baroness again. It was a mystery to him, as he withdrew his tongue from her.
"Was I sweet to eat?" she asked coyly.
"You were delicious baby," he said, "never had anything taste so good in my life."
The exciting pleasure that he felt at this point, was almost more than he could bear.
"Ohhh baby, you're beautiful," he said as he toyed with her big bosoms.
'Thank you love," she smiled, "I know you're saying it 'cause it's true."
As he talked with her, he was constantly amazed by the switch in speech.
"You know there's one thing I still don't understand about you," he told her emphatically.
"What's that?" she demanded.
"You being an actress, and having a Texas accent, and then talking like a German woman."
"Some things are better left alone," she said.
"Sweetheart," he said, "you and I could make nice music together. With your money, and my cock, we could really swing."
"How much does your cock cost?" she said just like that.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she said, "we might as well be perfectly frank about it. You are trying to sell yourself to me. Aren't you?"
"No I'm not," he told her.
"You don't fool me none," she giggled. "You are trying to sell your body. And I don't know whether I care to buy or not."
He laughed, as he'thought about it.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "you put things so bluntly, it makes me feel embarrassed."
"Why should you feel embarrassed?" she asked dramatically.
She was glancing in the mirror now, and stroking her hair dramatically, "Well," he said, "I'm not used to this sort of thing." . .
"Naturally not," she said, "they never are."
He was getting burned up, that everything that he was saying she was taking another way.
"Don't you believe me?" he asked her.
"Of course I do," she said, "why shouldn't I?"
"Yeah," he said, "why shouldn't you? But about my price. What did you mean?"
"I wasn't born yesterday," she said, stopping stroking her hair for a moment and looking at him directly, "I know what the score is. Everything has a price. Including you, Wally."
As she said this, it seemed as if she could stare through him.
"Stop it," he said, "you're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm terribly true. A lot of people can't stand the truth, but I've always been one for the truth."
"Yeah," he said nervously, "I guess so."
'The whole world is a flesh market," she said, "and all you have to do is pick a piece of flesh at a price. That was why I asked what your price was, dear."
"I'm high," he said, "I got expensive taste."
"So have I, honey," she admitted, "the cock juice I've bought has cost me a lot."
"Well I'm a young sturdy stud," he told her, "and I'm worth a lot."
"Well, honey," she said, "I think I could accommodate you."
"I'm not so sure," he said, "I like fast cars as well as fast women."
"Well as long as you can take care of me sexually," she told him, "you've got it made."
"You don't have to worry about me none," he assured her.
"Yeah," she said, "but I require a lot of loving. About two or three times a day."
"Anytime you say, sweetheart," he assured her, "I'm willing to swing into your bed."
'That's not good enough," she said, "I've got to know if you can rock me with your cock."
"You bet your sweet ass I can," he told her with a smile forming on his face.
"Sweetheart," she said, "how would you like to get on top and ball me again? Prove your point. Help yourself, honey."
The Baroness was spreading her legs invitingly. He got on topof her and straddled her.
"That's it," she told him eagerly, "slip it to me."
He stabbed it into her, and she accepted him gladly.
"Fuck it," she begged, "oh yes, sweetheart. That's what I need. Give it to me. Just like that."
The pleasure was mounting in his body every moment.
"Oh WOW!" she panted, "I love it when you give it to me like that. That's the way I want it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Harder and harder and faster he pumped it into her. Every second she was becoming more stimulated, more excited.
"Ohhh you're beautiful, baby," he told her, "beautiful."
The sensations that this was creating, were almost more than he could stand.
"Come on, baby," she begged, "I want some action. That's the way to do it, honey."
The excitement was building to a climax. Her hands were all over his back.
"You're scratching me, honey," he told her, "I don't dig being scratched."
"Sorry, baby," she said, T get carried away."
He pumped it savagely into her, and he loved the way she twisted her hips around.
"How do you like that for fucking?" she-panted, "How about that baby?"
The pleasure was mounting every second now. He loved it.
"Ohhh give it to me," she begged, "give it to me."
As he savagely continued his fucking action, her legs gripped him tightly. 'That's beautiful, baby," she said, "I like it.
That's why I pump my pelvis up to meet your cockstabs."
"Great, baby," he told her, "keep fucking. I like it when a woman puts her body into it. That's it. Throw yourself at me."
She was enjoying it now and so was he.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yesss honey. That's the way I like it. Keep fucking."
The sensational pleasure, that they were deriving from this action was building in steam.
"Hang in there honey," he told her. "that's beautiful."
Her hands were gripping his asscheeks, and he loved the feel of her there.
"How do you like that honey?" she smiled at him.
"Feels fantastic," he assured her.
She went on massaging his buttocks, that was different from any loving that he had ever had there before.
"Ohhh sweetheart," he moaned in delight as he twisted his ass to her hand movements. "It feels groovy. Stick your finger in there."
She didn't hesitate for a moment to satisfy his carnal cravings. The excitement that he felt in his twitching bottom, as her finger played with him there was building. His balls tingled, and the erotic thrills raced up and down his young spine.
"Fuck it," she cried enthusiastically, "fuck my pussy. That's it. Plunge it in there. Harder, honey. I can take it. I like it."
He worried about her. She was getting so frenzied, that he wondered if she was flipping out.
"Give it to me," she cried enthusiastically, "That's what I want. Come on baby, fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He pumped it to her with a vengeance, and she went on asking for more.
"Ohhh I love that," she panted, "It's beautiful, baby. You know just how to fuck me. I love that. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As he continued thrusting forward, she savagely gripped his penis with her vagina muscles and ground her hips around. She was doing it at such a tempo, he knew that he would have to unload his balls soon.
"That's beautiful," he groaned in delight.
Suddenly, his cock exploded within her. As he creamed, she cried in delight.
"You're coming again," she cried ecstatically, "I love that. Ohhh, baby, that's wild. Fuck. Fuck good."
He was giving her the vigorous action that she required. He was enjoying it, and so was she.
"Hang in there, tiger," she cried excitedly, "that's the way to love me. Milk it, baby. Milk it."
He continued giving it to her, and with every enthusiastic cockstab the pleasure increased.
"You're a beautiful lover," she cried emphatically, "Ohhh sweetheart, smile at me."
He smiled, as he finished shooting his load into her. She was a gorgeous woman, in any man's language. He loved the sight of her open mouth. He liked her lips, her teeth. But above all her flashing eager eyes appealed to him.
"What a turn on," he exclaimed, "any man would give anything to fuck you."
"Plenty of men have given a lot," she assured him.
He pulled out of her, and some of the juice of his cock dripped on her body.
"How about doing it steady?" she suggested with a sly smile.
"I'm ready if you are," he told her.
"Well," she said, "let's plan on it. We can meet here tomorrow at the same time. We'll have dinner, and then we'll go down on each other. That'll be our dessert."
"Sounds super," he told her.
"Well you will enjoy it too, honey," she assured him.
The excitement that she was planning, appealed to him. He wanted to travel, and he liked the idea of getting a big car.
"When do I get that big car, baby?" he asked her.
"Now don't be overanxious," she cautioned. "I don't want to think you're just loving me for my money."
"Oh I would love you if you didn't have a penny," he said.
"Are you sure?" she smiled at him.
"Of course I'm sure," he told her, "do you doubt me?"
"Well not exactly," she said, "but you see a Baroness with funds such as I have, can never be too cautious. I have plenty of men who didn't really give a damn about me. They were on my tail all the time, and I've had a terrible day of it."
"Why?" he smiled at her, "what went wrong with today?"
"Everything, honey," she laughed. "First it was some ridiculous man who proposed to me. He had oil wells, and I'm not interested in oil. People are fighting so much over it now, that I say that it will be confiscated before long. So one isn't safe with oil wells."
"Well what else happened to you?" he asked her.
"Well then there was a banker," she told him. "A banker?" he asked.
"Yes dear," she said, "the bankers bore me. Furthermore, I think this banker has made so many bad loans that they're going to foreclose on him. It can happen you know. Even to bankers."
"Well aren't you being too careful?" he asked, not fully understanding why she was taking so many precautions.
"With my money," she said, "I can afford to be careful. I'm not going to go hungry, if I don't marry tomorrow or the next day."
"Well "probably not," he said, "but you don't want to wait until your silicone melts."
"I don't find that funny at all," she said, a nervous twitch coming to her left eye.
"I guess I also have a warped sense of humor," he admitted.
"You certainly do," she said, "you've got to watch it."
"Do you have any other desires that you haven't told me?" she smiled at young Wally.
"Well I've always wanted an Italian villa," he said, "but I would settle for a castle in Spain."
"You don't want much do you?" she said tightly.
"Well I'm giving a lot, sweetheart," he "said glancing down at his cock which was rigid again.
She nervously glanced at it, and observed it.
"Well it's true," she admitted, "you have a tremendous penis there. Apparently, the damn thing never goes down."
"I've always had difficulty getting it to stay down," he admitted.
"Well that's the type of cock I like," she admitted.
"Groovy," he said, "we would make a good fucking team."
"That is if you would stay with me," she said nervously.
"Why would I want to play around with another woman?" he asked her.
"Well it could happen," she said, "I'm thinking not today or tomorrow but ten years from now. Then, you probably would force me to get plastic surgery or something, if you were going to stay with me. That would be simply dreadful."
"Oh I wouldn't force you to get plastic anything," he said, "except, maybe some new silicone."
"Your sense of humor is appalling, Wally," she said indignantly, "I don't know Whether we would work out well as man and wife."
"Were you thinking of making it a blessed marriage?" Wally asked, surprised.
"Well I wouldn't think of anything else," she said, "for a Baroness to live with a man would be common cheap. I have my name and my pride. I could never hide it, as I'm too famous."
"I bet you are," he said, "judging from that article I read in the Chicago papers, you really are somebody."
"Why thank you dear," she said, "I guess it isn't every day you fuck a Baroness is it?"
"No," he said, "every other day."
T don't find that amusing at all," she said, "you make it sound so common and ordinary."
"Only teasing," Wally said, "my trade, I'm a reporter you know? It's just that I was bowled over by a beauty."
"Well that's what I would like to believe," she said quietly.
"Well go right ahead and believe if you want to," he chuckled.
"You know there is something I don't trust about you," she said, "I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm gifted with ESP."
"What's that?" he asked her.
"Extra sensitive pussy," she smiled. "When you were fucking me, I could almost feel it plunging into all those other women that you've had before me.
"Well there were a few," he said, "Did you ever find a man who hadn't fucked quite a few?"
"Well that's true," she admitted, "but I don't want a man who's been around too much. After all, it would be like getting a worn out man."
"Well I'm not worn out," he said, 'let's say I'm well-seasoned."
"How old are you Wally?" she said, "I don't know whether you're old enough to marry me."
"You don't have to worry about that none," he winked, "I'm plenty old."
"How old?" she said closing her eyes and wondering if she was playing with a minor.
"Eighteen," he said, "and that's old enough to die, old enough to fuck, and old enough to drink."
"And I'm happy to say old enough to get married," the Baroness grinned proudly.
"You want a big wedding?" he asked her.
"Well I certainly wouldn't want one of those little Las Vegas chapels," she said.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"Well I was thinking of a North Shore wedding, in some small cozy church. We could rent one for the day."
"Well what about the people?" he asked her, "who would we get to come?"
"We could hire extras," she said.
"You are an actress," he said.
"I told you I had a career before I got married to the Baron," she reminded him.
"I mean, you would go to such great lengths."
"Well I don't see why not," he smiled at her.
It was perfectly obvious to him, that she intended to go through with the marriage.
"What'cha going to wear? Sure ain't going to wear white are you?"
"Well maybe not," she said, "but you wouldn't like it if the bride wore red would you?"
"Wouldn't bother me a bit," he said. "Red is a beautiful color."
"Well I'm not denying that dear," she said, "with my skin, red is lovely. However, I must admit that it isn't quite as virginal as white is."
"But you're no virgin," he told her.
"But I feel like one," she said. 'There are women, who feel like sluts. I don't feel like one of those I assure you. For I've been fairly loyal to the Baron."
"So you did step out on the old man?" he chuckled.
"When I had to," she said, "when the Baron got loaded he couldn't make it."
"And you weren't going to deny yourself some good action?" he laughed.
"Well why should I?" she said, "I always figured I deserve the best."
"Naturally," he laughed, "because you've got such a damn good opinion of yourself."
"Of course," she smiled, "and I have a good opinion of you dear. I think that you would make a marvelous husband. However, I don't know whether you could continue your work if you're employed with me."
"Employed with you?" he said, "are you putting it on that basis?"
"Why I didn't mean to say that," she corrected herself quickly. "I meant to say, married to me."
"Well that's better," he told her emphatically.
The point had been made.
"I guess I could continue my job," he said, "but I don't make much money."
"Now how much do you make a month?" she asked eagerly.
"Well I hate to mention it to you," he said, "you're rich."
"Every little bit helps, honey," she said.
"Honey," she said, "be honest with me. Tell me how much money you make."
"All right I will," he said.
"Go ahead," she begged him.
Finally he told her. She flipped, when he said five hundred dollars.
"I make that much in a night sometimes," she said angrily.
"A night?" he asked, not understanding.
"Oh the Baron's business makes it," she corrected herself.
"Oh," he laughed, "for a minute I thought you meant something else."
"You've got a dirty mind," the Baroness teased.
CHAPTER SIX
When Wally got back to his sister Valerie, he was eager to tell her about the fantastic time that he had had with the Baroness.
"Oh Val," he exclaimed, "she is the most beautiful woman. Really fantastic."
"Instantly, Val flashed green with envy.
"Well that's nice," she said, "tell me all about it little brother."
She sat there cozily on the sofa, sipping a martini as she listened to him tell about his encounter with the Baroness.
"Well I'll tell you," he said, "she wants me to live with her, Isn't that wonderful?"
Stunned, shocked and hurt, Valerie said with a quivering blithe, "yes, I'm happy for you both."
"Of course I don't give a damn about her," he told her, "but I can give her some good fucks. And she will give me what I want."
"Well, that's good for you, dear," she said, "I'm happy."
"No you're not," he said, placing his hand gently on her shoulder, "you care about me Sis, don't you?"
"I care about you an awful lot," she said, "much too much, baby."
"Darling," she said, "I don't know what's going to happen to me."
"Did you make anybody you liked?" he asked her, wondering what her date was like.
"Yes," she said, "Gus is good for all of the cash he had. And he likes me. He said that he wanted to put me up in an apartment."
"We've got this apartment here," Wally said, wondering exactly what she had in mind.
"We don't need it," she said, "not if you're going to be off with the Baroness. Why should I maintain this place?"
"I guess you're right," he told her.
"Of course I'm right," she said evenly, "it's ridiculous and absurd to carry on about the Baroness like this. It really is, dear. You've got what you want. So have I."
He looked into her eyes, and read the hurt and sorrow that she felt.
"Honey," he said, "I'll fuck the Baroness, but I'll love you."
She threw her arms around him, sobbing.
"Oh Wally," she said softly, "it's the same with me. I may have sex with Gus. But my heart belongs to you."
"We've got to do something about us," he said, "we've got to arrange it so we can get together every week."
"Super," she said, "that's the way I like to hear you talk little brother. How would it be if we got together on Wednesdays?"
"Why do you suggest Wednesdays?" he asked her.
"Because dear," she said, "Wednesday would be a perfect day. On weekends, Gus wants the action. If I were to be away on a Wednesday evening, I could always say I was visiting a girlfriend."
"
"Yeah," he smiled, "and I could tell the Baroness I was out with a buddy."
"Beautiful," Valerie said, "we've got it made, baby. But right now honey, I'm so eager to give you some good sex."
"What would you like to do?" he asked her.
"I would love bathing you, baby," she said, "let's get in the tub together. Did you ever tub fuck?"
"Nobody ever tub fucked with me," he said, "but if you want to let's do it."
It didn't take Valerie long, to get into the bathroom and start the tub water flowing. She removed her clothes, and then dramatically looked at her younger brother.
"Well, hurry up. Get your clothes off."
He began undressing, and she got a big charge watching him.
"I don't know why it is," Valerie said, "but I always get such a charge out of watching you strip. It doesn't make sense, but I do."
"I guess it's because you care for me," he said.
"You're so right," she said, "I love you."
As he pulled off his shorts, they embraced.
"Sweetheart," she said, "Hove you so much."
They got in the tub together, and she began massaging his balls. As she did this, she also gingerly played with his penis.
"Oh that feels good," he told her, "yes, I like that. Keep it up honey."
She continued playing with him, and he became more and more excited as she did so.
"I like it when you tug on my nuts," he told her.
"Do you really love?" she smiled at him.
"Bet your ass I do," he told her.
He decided that he would give her some action too. Reaching over to her, he slid his finger into her mound. She responded, by gripping his finger with her vagina muscles.
"Ohhh keep that up," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on baby, do it."
The two of them were applying each other with plenty of pressure.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Keep doing that."
He continued pumping his finger into her vagina,' and she continued massaging his balls. The excitement was building every second. Now she was stroking his long penis.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, as he felt her pulling up and down on the water.
"Now I'm going to slide over on your penis," she said, "and we'll have a water fuck."
The whole idea appealed to him enormously. He could hardly wait for her to slip down over him.
'That's it baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it."
She was moving over now, and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Ohhh yes," he gasped eagerly, "keep that up. Come on baby, do it."
The excitement built every second.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "Yesss, baby. That's what I like."
He was thrusting it into her, but he realized it was a bit difficult.
"How do you like a bathtub fuck?" she asked him.
"Well it's a lot of fun," he admitted, "but baby, I think it is a little difficult."
"It is," she admitted, "now baby, let's get out and do it on the bed."
He was eager for this, and didn't hesitate.
They dried off, and went into her bedroom. Pulling back the white sheets, she looked at him.
"Why is it I get a bigger charge out of you than any man I've ever loved?" she said, stroking his shoulder.
Turning around a warm glow flashed across his face as he looked into her eyes.
'That remains a mystery," he said, T can't answer that."
Mystery or not, he was delighted and eager to please her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you don't know how much I care for you."
His words found a ready response within his penis. It flipped up, to an erect state.
"Grab it," she said, "and play with it."
He began pumping on it, and the pleasure built.
"Ohhh I love that," he told her, "yesss, honey. Play with it."
Her fingers working feverishly on his penis as well as his balls, pleased him tremendously.
"Now baby," she said, "I'm going to do something you're going to dig."
"What honey?" he smiled.
"I want you to slip that cock of yours between my breasts. And I'll give it a breast massage."
"Sure honey," Wally smiled at his sister.
Valerie lay on her back on the bed. He straddled her, and slid his huge cock between her firm ripe breasts.
"Ohhh that's so good to get that nice hard cock of yours between these bosoms, baby," she told him.
Now he was really enjoying himself and so was she.
"I like to look at the head of it," she told him, "it looks like it's about ready to juice."
A drop of crystal cum was at the surface of his penis head. She was eager, to lick it off.
"You know you're better at sex than she is," he said, "and you're no Baroness."
"I'm better than the Baroness," Valerie teased.
She was giving his cock a vigorous breast massage, and he loved it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "I can't take much of that. You've got me so hot now, that you better grab me."
He knew that it was time to give her some action.
"Come on baby," he told her, "let's get cracking."
Immediately, the pleasure was building.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like."
She was pulling his penis to her mouth. She was becoming more and more excited every second.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on baby, do it."
He was sliding it into her mouth, and watching her lips clasp him. She loved gripping his asscheeks and playing with them. She had a way of massaging his behind, that really appealed to him. She would squeeze it and grip it tightly.
"Ohhh yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep doing that."
She continued giving him the excitement he loved.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "I'm going to stab that cock down your throat."
Wally kept his word too. Grabbing her head, he angled it so he could drive his cock way down her throat.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I love that, baby. Now we're doing it. Yesss, baby, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building and building.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he exclaimed, "ohhh yes keep that going."
She was giving him exactly what he needed. And as he rammed it harder and harder, the pleasure built to the breaking point.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "that's what I wanted. Come on baby, fuck me. Give it to me."
The head of his shaft slid down her throat smoothly. She loved having her mouth, and her throat invaded by his penis. She thrilled to the feel of his balls on her chin. She delighted in the aroma of his loins.
"Eat it," he panted, "yes. baby, eat that big cock. Ohhh you're going to love these balls when they shoot. That's it, baby. Ohhh yes. Come on baby, give it to me."
The pleasure was building now to a point where he could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he smiled, "give it to me. Gobble my juice."
Try as he would he couldn't hold back much longer. The juice exploded in her mouth and she gulped. , 'That's it, Sis," he gasped, as he stabbed it savagely down Valerie's throat, "give it the hundred percent gulp."
He enjoyed this as he never had enjoyed anything.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "this is so much fun."
There was no doubt in his mind about what a wonderful time he was having with her. When he finished shooting, he pulled away.
"Ohhh baby," she said, "I hate to .think of the Baroness getting all of this cock. You've got such a good one."
"Don't worry about it," he laughed, "you're going to get your quota every Wednesday."
"Well I do hope so, baby," she told him, "you know how much I like you."
"Of course I do," he told her.
She looked at him, as he got off her. He went over to the window, and looked out. As he saw the beautiful lake view, he felt sad.
"Now that guy that you're going with, Gus, will he give you all the money you need for a nice apartment?" he demanded.
"Gus is generous," she said, "as long as he's getting what he wants."
"Plenty of fucking," he chuckled.
"And blow jobs," she admitted.
"Is it worth it to you?" he asked her.
"It will have to be," she said, "I can't go on running from one man to the other. I've needed someone like this for a long, long time."
"Beautiful," he said, 'Tm happy for you. And I'm sure I will be happy with the Baroness."
He wasn't quite so sure of these words, on the following day when he visited the Baroness again at her suite.
"Well, well, Walter," she said, 'Tm so glad that you've come back and considered my offer."
"I not only considered it," he said, "I accept It."
"Good for you, darling," she said', "you'll never regret it. As a matter-of-fact, it's probably the wisest move you ever made."
"I think so," he assured her.
"Honey," she smiled, "there's one kind of sex I really enjoy. I haven't mentioned it to you, because I didn't want to tell you every stinky habit I have or you might have refused me."
"No, baby," he told her, "I would never refuse you. What is it that you really dig?"
"Well if you must know, darling," she said, "I like it when a guy takes his belt off and lashes over my bare ass."
"You're a sadist," he said.
"Have you had it with masochistic women before?" she smiled.
They went into the bedroom, and she proceeded to, strip. She picked up the phone, and called to her maid in the kitchen.
"You can take a couple of hours off dear," she told her, "I'm having a conference. And I don't want to be disturbed."
When she had given the maid some time off, she waited to hear the door close. She wanted to be sure that she was gone, before she started her little game.
"Now sweetheart," she told him, "let's you and me have a real good time. Okay?"
"Yes," he said, "that's okay with me."
The whole idea appealed to them both. They were eager to have a good time, and they were sure they knew just how to have one.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I want to tell you something."
"What, baby?" he asked her. . "Just this," she said, "I want you to lash me hard. Real hard."
"I don't know whether I dig this," he said.
She threw such a tantrum, he could hardly believe it.
"Well damn you," she snapped indignantly, "I am the one who has to be pleased. You are the body I'm purchasing. And don't you ever forget it. When I say jump, you jump. Do you understand that?"
Momentarily, he was so busy looking at her bulging breasts, that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying.
"Take that bra off," he instructed her, "and let me get a good look at you. All right?"
"Of course," she said, "I'll be happy to."
She slid off her clothes smoothly, and when her panties and bra were removed she stood there in all of her naked splendor.
"Oh boy but you're gorgeous," he said, "you really are."
"Don't waste time talking," she said, "get that belt ready."
He pulled out his belt, and as he stood there naked she gave him instructions.
"Now, baby," she said, "just see if your cock doesn't get hard when you lash me."
It was a strange experience for young Wally. He had read about such unusual pleasures, but he had never thought that he would ever involve himself in one. Yet, as he did this he discovered that he did enjoy it.
"Ohhh that feels so good," she told him, T just love that. Yesss baby, keep that up. That's the way I like it. Ohhh yes, honey. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building every second now.
"Rapidly," she panted, "yesss, baby. That's wild. Come on baby, that's what I want."
The sensations that were being generated in her body at this point were almost more than she could stand.
"Ohhh honey," he told her, "that is wild. Come on baby, do it. Come on that's the way I like it. Yesss, baby. That's beautiful. Ohhh, ahhh, yesss faster."
She was going out of her mind, with pleasure. She was wiggling about the bed, clutching at the sheets and crying for more.
"Lash me," she cried, "ohhh honey, lash me. Yes, baby, that's the thing to do. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, do it!"
She was having so much fun, that it was disturbing him. Suddenly, he knew from the way that she was wiggling on the bed that she was juicing.
"Ohhh you're coming," he cried angrily, "and I wanted to stick my tongue in there." He got on the bed, and turned her over swiftly.
He parted her legs, got his face down there and began licking. Plunging his tongue in there he licked vigorously.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," he panted excitedly, "ohhh baby, that is beautiful."
He went in there, and got all he could. But a lot of it had run down her leg.
"Baby," she said quietly, "I got something I gotta tell you."
"What?" he asked her.
"I do everything," she said, "for a price."
But you're a Baroness," he exclaimed.
"I'm really not a Baroness at all," she said, "but I came to Chicago, and planted the story."
"You mean that was all a pack of lies in the paper?" he demanded.
"Well sure honey," she said, "but it was a very good lure. I used a press agent, and he planted it."
"Why that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," he told her, "what you are telling me in effect, is that the whole thing is a fraud."
"I'm afraid it is," she admitted.
"And you were trying to hook some rich guy," he said, "I can see it all now."
"You have twenty, twenty vision," she laughed.
"Ohhh," he said, "and the name Baroness Van Horn, isn't yours."
"That was another invention of the press agent," she said, "I'm sorry, baby."
"So am I," he told her.
"Well honey, you're not as bad off as I am," she explained. t
"Well what do you mean?" he demanded.
"I don't have any money," she said, "could you help me out?"
"Help you out?" he shrieked, "you were going to get me that car."
"Cars honey," she remembered, "you were very greedy. You wanted a Cad, a Mach 4, and a Rolls Royce."
She was laughing now, as she lay there on the bed rolling back and forth. He was furious.
"Damn you," he said, "you sure can't trust women. They lie through their teeth."
"Do I?" she smiled at him.
"You sure do," he told her, "you're awful."
"No I'm not," she said, "I don't really think I am. I'm just a fortune hunter."
"Well so am I," he said angrily, "ohhh you make me angry. When I think of it, it really burns the hell out of me."
"Look, honey," she said nervously, "you really are something. I don't appreciate for one minute, what you have done."
The two of them were glaring at each other.
"Well as long as your not worth any money," he told her angrily, "I might as well admit to you I'm no reporter."
"What?" she said, "you don't even have a regular job. Oh I was counting on that."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well I don't have any place to go," she explained, "what's going to become of me?"
"Well that's a good question," he said, "and I don't have the answer."
"Ohhh, baby," she said whimpering, "you make me feel ill."
"Look," he told her, "you've got yourself into this predicament. Now baby, it's your problem."
Wally got to his feet. He paced the floor. He turned around and looked at her.
"Now baby," she said, "I should really be burned up. You are furious because I was a fortune hunter, but that's exactly what you were."
"Yes," he said, "I guess you're right."
"What about this hotel?" he demanded, "how are you going to pay the bill?"
"That, is a problem, I'll admit. I think the best thing for me to do, is to escape."
"Well I was wearing dark glasses and a wig when I came here," she explained. "I can exit, without my dark glasses and wig and they'll never recognize me. If you could carry my luggage out, while my maid is gone, then I will be safe."
"You are a witch," he told her.
"You mean bitch don't you, baby?" she smiled smugly.
"Well something like that," he told her.
"Well I just got tired of working those houses in Nevada," she said. "I thought I would go in for big time. I saved a little money, as much as the madam would let me save, and I decided to come to Chicago. I thought there would be some rich people here, who might fall for my story of being a Baroness. I put in there that I had money that I didn't know what to do with, and I was considering various charities."
"You're a riot," he said, "I came to you pretending I was a reporter."
"Are you a liar?" the would-be Baroness demanded.
"What the hell do you think you are?" he demanded.
"An actress," she laughed.
"You're a fraud," he told her angrily, "you couldn't buy me a kiddy car."
"Look, baby," she said, "I don't appreciate those cracks. You're a fortune hunter. You know they have names for men like you."
"Speaking of names sweetheart," he smiled, "they have names for a woman like you. Do they call you slut, whore, or just what, in Nevada?"
"We have respect there," she said, "and I don't appreciate your attitude one bit."
"Well I don't appreciate yours either," he said, "and those great big silicone boobs are too much. Now I can tell you what I really think of them."
She grasped her bosoms, and glared at him.
"What do you mean to insult me like this?" she demanded.
"I just said I think they're too big," he said.
He got to his feet, and was furious.
"Well I might as well give you a wrap up fuck," he told her.
What do you mean a wrap-up fuck?" she demanded.
"Well a finish," he said, "cause I can't afford to come back to you."
"You really are terribly cheap," she said. "I've never found a man who wanted to live off a woman's money who was worth anything."
"And I've bet you've done a lot of hunting in your time haven't you, baby?" he said, "get your ass over on the bed and give me a good fuck. Spread your legs. I'm going to be on top and give it to you the way I want too."
She didn't like his rough way of dealing with her. But at this point, she didn't feel as if she was in the driver's seat.
"Ohhh baby," he said, "do you look gorgeous. I can say one thing, you make a good whore. A lot better whore than the Baroness."
"Well I like that," she said, "I know that already. I have plenty of business and don't think I don't."
"All right, baby," he told her, "just spread a little farther. That's it. I want you to throw your legs up in the air, and wrap them around me."
He thrust into her, and she loved the feel of the gigantic cock as it slid in smoothly. Her vagina muscles gripped it, and then he rammed it in regular thrusts.
"Fuck me," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Fuck it. That's the way I like it. Come on baby, fuck."
The pleasure was mounting now.
"Ohhh yes," he told her, "I like that. That's what I want you to do. Come on baby, do it."
The excitement was almost more than she could stand. Her legs flipped up around his waist, and then she reached for his asscheeks and began massaging him.
"Ohhh baby," she panted, "it would be easy to love you. I enjoy your sperm. It's so much fun to eat your cock."
"Come on, baby," he told her, "put some feeling into it."
At this point, they were enjoying it so much they could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh fuck, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Come on baby, do it. Faster, baby. Come on, fuck. Fuck, baby."
As he rolled his cock into her, he became more and more stimulated.
"Yesss, baby," he panted eagerly, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Ohhh baby, twist those hips."
She was twisting around, as he smiled at her bosoms.
"You like those big boobs don't you?" she grinned.
"They're not bad," he assured her.
The pleasure was building. Every second, it became more and more stimulating for her.
"Ohhh honey," she said, "we would make an unbeatable team. We could work weekends."
"What do you mean work weekends?" he asked her.
"Just this," she explained, "we could accept dates and work a family circuit. There are many women, who become bored with their men. They want some adventure from another man. Yet, they don't want to step out. So the husband and wife ask for group love."
"Is there much money in that?" he asked her. "Of course there is sweetheart," she said, "lots of fun."
"Well," Wally said finally, "I don't think I would dig that scene."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I'm just not sure I would care for it at all," he said.
He wanted to get away from her any way he could and get back to his sister. He didn't want her to rent the apartment. He wanted her to go on with it for a while.
"I'm sorry, baby, I gotta go now," he finally said abruptly.
It didn't take him long to dress and get out of there. When he got home, he was surprised to see his sister there too.
"I thought you had a date?" he told her.
"Yeah," she said, T did have. But, baby, it didn't work out."
"What happened?" he demanded.
"Well when Gus took me to the place that he wanted me to stay at," she said, "I told him the deal was off. It was a dirty little dump, on the other side of town."
"How awful," he said.
"That's what I told him," she said disgustedly.
"Val," he said, "I have some bad news about the Baroness."
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Simply this," he told her, "she is no baroness. She's a fraud."
"A fraud?" she said, "oh no. That makes me ill. I thought we were going to have some money."
"So did I," he said.
"This is just about as disgusting as the scene can get," she said, "I go out with Gus thinking I'm going to make some money and then he drives me to a dirty dump. I'm living high on the hog now, and I'm not descending to the level that he wants me too. You can bet your sweet ass I won't."
"Well this bitchin' baroness," he said, "Isn't any Baroness at all. She runs around, trying to trap rich men by planting stories in papers about her wealthy background."
And you fell for it," Valerie laughed.
"It's not funny," he told her.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "but I can see the humorous side of it."
"Well I can't," she said abruptly.
Then they began arguing.
"I should have stayed home," he told her bluntly, "maybe life at home was dull, and boresome. But at least I didn't have to put up with all of these phonies."
"Oh you just get easily discouraged," she insisted, "you've got the wrong attitude."
"Have I?" he demanded, "well I'm sick and tired of these bitches. I mean it."
"Oh I know you are," she said, "and I don't blame you. But remember, there are people who have money who will pay for sex. Those are the people that we're aiming for. Can't you understand?"
"Yes," he said, "I can understand. But look baby, we've got to play it cool."
"Forget it," he said. "I'm tired of catering to these women. They want to lick this, lick that, nibble this, nibble that. It's sickening."
"Well what do you think I've put up with the men I have to make it with?" she demanded. "They want you to eat their asses out, lick their balls. Pat their buttocks, I get sick of it."
"Maybe you should get a job and go to work," he suggested.
"Well that's worse," Valerie said, "at least my hours are my own. And I'm used to a pretty ritzy lifestyle. If I had to live at the level of a poor secretary or file clerk, I couldn't take it. I'd wind up in one of those dumps like Gus wanted to stash me away in."
"I'll bet you gave him the devil when he showed you that little dump," he laughed.
"It's not funny," she snapped.
"Why Valerie," he reminded her, "you said that we have to have a sense of humor about things. Things like this. Where's your sense of humor honey?"
"Sadly lacking at his point," she admitted tersely.
He continued talking to her, and as he spoke he was becoming more and more intensely disgusted.
"Baby," she smiled at him, "I want to tell you something. You're a love. But don't be deceived. These horrible women, who pull these things are not in predominance. There are plenty of gorgeous chicks, and older women who look great who will pay you plenty to ball them. Now honey, why don't we go to a bar and have a drink?"
"Do you want me to go out with you so you can pick up another man?" he asked evenly.
"Now sweetheart," Valerie smiled, "would I use you as a decoy?"
"Sure you would if you thought you could get by with it," he told her.
"Baby doll," she teased, "you are just being difficult."
"No I'm not," he snapped angrily, "I'm being realistic. And, you better wise up too."
As they spoke together, she became more and more aware of his distrust of the entire situation.
"Honey," he told her, "can't you see I'm just not interested in this life anymore. I want to go out and earn a living."
"There's always someone else around the next corner I've always said," she countered quickly. "You can't be so easily discouraged. When I came to Chicago, I had nothing. No clothes, no car, no swanky apartment. Now I've got it made. I've got beautiful clothes, a fabulous car and a gorgeous apartment. And I'm not going to let go this easily. You've got to fight for what you want. Let's go out to the bar tonight, together. If you can find yourself a rich woman, beautiful. And if I can find myself a good man, great."
"You're asking me to reduce myself to the level of a common whore," he said, "and a male whore doesn't have much status in this world, does he?"
"Why are you worried about things in this wicked world," she laughed, "the world is just peopled by a lot of phonies. Don't worry about them."
"Not everybody is a phony," he said, "Mom and Dad aren't."
"Oh yes they are," she said, "they are covering their ignorance with a religious mask. They have no idea of what they really believe. They want salvation. And they're getting it. They're getting it with a pack of lies that they don't dare to examine closely. For if they ever looked closely at what they believe, they would discover that they believe wrong things."
"I don't understand," he said.
"Baby," she explained, "let me tell you something. You have a lot to learn. A tremendous amount to learn."
"Do you care to go or not?" Valerie said, primping as she got ready to go to the bar.
"All right I'll join you," he agreed reluctantly, "well, I think I'm making a big mistake."
"No you're not, darling," she smiled, "you're going to have a ball. And I am too. Let's play it cool, and make a good living at sex. We're going to sell it, honey, and clean up. Can't you understand?"
"No," he said, "I can't."
He was puzzled, about what to do.
"Honey," she said, "do you want to give up all that we've got going for us and go back to the sticks?"
He thought about it a long time, and his desires ran one way, while his reality sense countered his desire.
"Let me think it over," he told her, "I can't make up my mind."
