As soon as they stepped into her little studio apartment and the door was closed, Virginia turned to the man. She'd met him in Tuesday's, around the corner on Third Avenue. He'd had all the moves and a good rap and he was certainly good-looking. They'd danced and he'd known just how to move his hips so his cock was rubbing her cunt-mound, sending little shocks of pleasure through her curvaceous body.
She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. She let her purse fall to the floor and took a deep breath to accentuate the size and shape of her magnificent tits. Though not the huge knockers some guys seemed freaky about, they were larger than most, a full 36-C, and she liked going braless. As she inhaled, her fits heaved out toward the man and she suddenly realized that she won't even know his name.
He took the hint.
He moved toward her, reaching out with his hands at waist level, slipping them around her and pulling her toward him. His hips moved and again she felt the hard bulge at his groin rubbing against her cunt. Virginia put her arms up around his neck and crushed her fits against him. She ground her cunt against his crotch and felt his hands slipping down to her ass, squeezing and gripping the firm, spongy mounds of her butt through her tight jeans.
She turned her face up to him to be kissed, but he either didn't realize it or didn't care to. He tightened his grip on her ass till it was almost painful and then lifted her, her feet coming up off the floor. He was pulling her crotch forward, rubbing her cunt up and down against him. Virginia let go a long, deep breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding. He hoisted her still higher on him, and then she felt his belt buckle pressing the material at the crotch of her jeans back and against her swollen pussy-lips and clitoris.
"Uh, shit, yes," she groaned. Her head tilted back, her long, red hair cascading down her back to the midpoint. Her hair always seemed to draw men; she knew why. It was commonly believed that redheads were about as unwilling to fuck as minks in heat. Anyone using her as a test case would've found ample proof for that assumption.
He was tall, taller even than her own five foot eight, and he was powerfully built, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, the inverted triangle of his body emphasized by his form-fitting sports shirt and tapered slacks. She hadn't been able to make out much else about him in the dim illumination of Tuesday's; she really didn't need to. Everything she'd really been hot to know about him had been told her by his touch and moves and words in the darkness.
He turned, still holding her clear of the floor, and strode across the room to the little sleeping alcove. Virginia lifted her legs and slid them about his upper thighs, restricting his steps somewhat but letting her nib her wet cunt more effectively against him. She felt him bending forward, and knew that he was lowering her to his cock.
Her cunt was throbbing powerfully, even more urgently than it had when she'd left the house after work that evening. She'd found what she was looking for a man with a hard cock and a bad case of the hornies. She wanted to fuck, to feel that hard prick inside her hungry, red-fringed quim, driving in and out, reaching up into her belly. She wanted to feel him coming inside her, to feel his hot, thick fuck-juice splashing about within the depths of her insatiable cunt. She wanted to feel him slamming against her, fucking her, driving her up the walls with lust.
And this was evidently the man to do it.
He was wasting no time. She felt his cock beneath her back and let her legs slip down from around his thighs. Her feet rested flat on the floor to either side of him as he disengaged her arms from about his neck. His hands slipped down her arms to her shoulders and then rested over her tits. He covered the firm, heaving mounds with his fingers and then squeezed them, hard.
"Hey," she gasped. "Take it easy!"
"Uh. . . sorry," he grunted. He released her tits and concentrated on her nipples, finding them through the fabric of her top and pinching them between thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were already hardening when he'd done that, and now were swelling in earnest. He kept at it. Her nipples, when completely erected, were literally the size of half-walnut shells, something she'd been told was truly rare. Not just the little spike towers of her nipples erected, but all of her areolas as well. And all of that nutshell-sized blood-engorged flesh was supersensitive to the touches and caresses and kisses and suckings and even gentle bitings of eager men and, a few times, women.
She put her own hands out and found the waistband of his slacks. Quickly, she pulled his shirttails out and began unbuttoning, then pushed the cloth aside to run her hands over his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and his broad, powerful chest.
Fuck, he's really built!
Her fingers moved lower, skimming lightly over his pants to the bulge at his groin. She pressed his dick softly, then turned her hand over. She reached up between his legs, holding the lump of his cock and balls in her palm, and carefully squeezed it.
"Oh, shit yeah, baby, yeah!"
Virginia moved her free hand to the top of his zipper, pulling it slowly downward. All the time, he was still toying with her big nipples. She slipped her fingers inside his pants, working them through the piss-flap of his briefs and managed to touch the throbbing stiffness of his dick with her fingertips. He groaned throatily and mumbled something.
Still, he was playing with her tits and nipples through her top.
"Hey, man, why don't you get under the wrapper to the goodies?" she suggested, wondering if he was too stupid to figure that out for himself.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said, as if he had, indeed failed to think of it on his own. He grasped the hem of the top and slowly peeled it upward over her jugs and no farther. He made no attempt to pull it off her completely.
She decided that would have to do as she sighed at the touch of his fingers on her bare tits. She loved to have men play with her boobs, loved to feel them kissing and licking and sucking and nibbling them. Her tits and nipples were so sensitive that on a couple of occasions, men who'd really known what they were doing had brought her off just by arousing her gorgeous tits.
"Jeez, you've got nice tits, baby," he mumbled as his fingers fell to work on her alabaster mounds. His touch was rough and crude, and he seemed more interested in playing with her jugs than giving her pleasure through them.
Virginia pulled his trousers and briefs down, exposing his cock. It was hard as a bar of iron, a good six and a half or seven inches long. His balls were hairy and tight within the wrinkled, fleshy sac of his scrotum, full with hot jism.
Virginia gripped his dick and began moving her fingers up and down over it in a jack-off motion that had him moaning and gurgling within seconds. She used her free hand to work his pants and briefs off. His only contribution to the effort was kicking off his shoes and lifting each foot in turn. He didn't seem to care about his socks, and she dropped him another full notch on her scale of ratings.
She led him by the cock to one side while she got herself up onto the high-riser. Her legs were still spread and she wished he would take her jeans off her. She was naked beneath, and her jeans were getting thoroughly soaked with cunt-juice.
He seemed reluctant to remove his hands from her tits. Virginia decided that positive action on her part was called for.
She rolled over onto her side and opened her mouth, leading his cock closer. She flickered out her tongue and began licking the head of his dick, lightly at first, and then with increasing pressure and longer strokes. Within a few seconds, she was going at the head of his prick as if it were an ice-cream cone, wrapping her tongue partially about his knob.
His hips shuddered, but still he made no move of his own. Mentally dropping him still another point in her ratings, she opened her mouth and fastened her lips to the front part of his cock-head, sucking on it as her tongue traced lightly over the soft, velvety knob.
Jesus, he's go: a nice cock. I hope to hell he's a good fucker.
She sucked more of his cock-head in, then fastened her lips about the depressed ring of the shaft, just behind the flange. Her tongue was twirling about the head of his prick, and then she made her move.
Slowly, her hands going to his hips and urging him to follow her lead, Virginia rolled onto her back. He had no choice but to climb up on the bed with his knees straddling her head, facing her feet. It was either that or pull his pulsating prick out of her hungrily sucking young mouth.
He began to hunch. Virginia felt his dick driving into her mouth, deeper and deeper. She just managed to tilt her head back and grab a deep breath an instant before she felt the head of his prick ram into the curve at the back of her throat. As it was, she was barely able to suppress an instinct to gag. But then he began to pull back only to force his dick down and into her mouth again.
She reached up and found his hands, then led them to her waist, to the snap of her jeans. Otherwise, she was sure he never would have gotten to it.
Clumsily, he unfastened the catch of her jeans, then managed to find her zipper and open it. He pushed her jeans down over her hips, almost to her knees and then knelt up straight again, once more totally absorbed in the sensations of fucking his prick-up and down into her hot mouth...
Chapter Two
Oh, shit, isn't he going to lap my cunt?
Virginia moved her legs back and forth, getting her jeans past her knees, then kicked them off herself. He seemed totally unsurprised by her lack of underwear, but then, she reflected, the way her crotch had been soaked with pussy-juice, he probably had guessed it.
Again she found his hands, and led them to her pubes. Her cunt hair was always carefully cropped, a bright, carrot-red line of curls clearly defined. His fingers moved uncertainly up and down in the folds of her soft, sensitive pussy-flesh, almost inadvertently giving her pleasure. Once his fingertips grazed her clitoris, and for the first time, she felt a surge of real excitement in her cunt. But that was it.
Up and down, up and down, up and down he kept fucking his prick in and out of her mouth.
Isn't that son-of-a-bitch going to eat my cunt? she wondered again. But she knew, far back in her mind, that she'd be lucky if he even played with her cut. This was a dummy, an asshole, and all he cared about was getting his own rocks off.
Virginia decided to get to work and get it over with before she lost her temper.
She sucked his cock all the harder, putting her tongue to work with a vengeance. She opened her throat as much as she could, consciously fighting to relax it, and pulled his hips down still more. The head of his dick pushed into her throat and she felt his wiry crotch hair against her lips as she fastened her mouth about the base of his cock and alternately contracted and loosened her throat about his prick.
"Ohhhh, yeah, suck it, baby! Suck my cock! You like that, huh?"
Yeah, but I can't stand you, you mother-fucker.
For endless minutes, he pumped and plunged his dick into her mouth and throat but didn't come. After what seemed like hours to Virginia, with her throat huffing and her mouth and lips sore, lie still gave no sign of coming.
She managed to free herself of the hard cock, pushing him away from her face.
She took a deep breath and focused on his face and saw a shit-eating grin.
"I can hold it as long as you want, baby," he said, obviously proud. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in that cute little pussy of yours." Evidently, he seemed to think that was doing her a big favor, from the way he said it.
Before she could say anything in response, he crawled over her and lowered himself between her legs. She felt the hard, wet spear of his prick against her thighs and then she felt him slipping one hand between them while nearly smothering her with the weight of his upper body on her chest.
He placed his cock-head against her gash. He didn't bother to spread her pussy-lips; but just worked the knob back and forth between them till it was lodged against her cunt-mouth, managing to cause her some dull pains in the process. By that point, without any real attempt at turning her on, Virginia wasn't sure there was any lubrication at all in her cunt.
He pushed forward, driving all of his prick into her cunt-hole with a singe lunge. Fortunately, the saliva she'd coated over his cock with her mouth helped ease the way and it wasn't painful. She tried to think exciting thoughts, hoping it would help juice up her cunt, and succeeded to some extent, anyhow.
In and out, in and out, like some demented, unimaginative machine he pumped his prick in her pussy. There was almost no pleasure at all in the fuck for Virginia, and what there was came only when he quite accidentally managed to graze her stiff clitoris with the top of his cock-shaft. And even at that, it was only a relatively minor thrill to her.
Won't he ever come? she wondered.
As if he could read her thoughts, he grunted, "Don't-don't you worry, baby, cause I can keep fuckin' till you get your rocks off."
She realized then that he wasn't callous or uncaring, just well-meaning and incredibly stupid. She also realized that he wasn't going to shoot his load and get his uninspired fuck over with until he thought she was coming. And finally, she realized that, like so many other times, she Was going to keep getting taken in by well-memorized, smooth raps from the guys she met in bars, only to get them in the sack and find out they didn't know their cocks from their assholes.
Virginia closed her eyes and began moaning in time with his lunges, gasping as if his cock felt good to her. She knew exactly how to sound; she usually came three or four times with any given partner. She began hunching her hips up at him and murmuring obscenely how good a fucker he was, finally slinging her legs high over his waist and ass and pushing her heels into his butt-cheeks as she ground her cunt up towards him.
"Now, baby, now!" she whispered, making her voice urgent. "Come with me!"
"Sure, babe!" he said, gloating.
Virginia bore down with her full might on the muscles at the entrance of her cunt, tightened them powerfully about the plunging shaft of his cock. Distantly, she felt his prick swelling and jerking inside her hole and could only vaguely feel the jets of hot jism splashing home inside her cunt.
He slowed his jerkings and then stopped. Virginia let herself go limp beneath him, as if totally drained with a shattering orgasm, instead of merely being bored to the edge of tears.
He went limp atop her, his weight crushing the breath from her lungs. Virginia got her hands against his powerfully muscled chest and prodded him to wakefulness.
"Huh?"
"Come on," she whispered quickly. "My, uh, friend will be here soon."
"Huh? What friend? Who?" He sounded vaguely suspicious.
"It's just an, uh, friend," she said, "but I don't want my, uh, friend, to find you here."
"What kind of - Hey, you mean your old man?" he asked, falling for the bait hook, line and sinker.
She made her eyes wide, forcing tension into her tired body. "No, no, just, an, er, friend."
"Shit, man, why didn't you tell me you had an old man?" he demanded, quickly getting to his feet and hurriedly starting to pull on the natty clothes that had first attracted her to him.
"No, don't worry, he-I mean, my friend won't be back from work till one o'clock. What time is it now?"
"Holy shit, it's almost one now!" He went to the door. "Dammit, babe, why didn't you tell me. Oh, shit!" He slammed out of the door, buttoning his shirt as he went.
Virginia lay in the bed, feeling his cum drooling between her pussy-lips, wishing for all she was worth that she could expect a considerate, tender, loving male friend to come see her at one o'clock in the morning.
But none was going to, and she knew it.
She was still horny, the more so for the partial arousal of the idiot she still didn't know his name who'd just used her cunt in place of his own left hand to get his rocks off. But she was too tired and beat to get dressed and go out again.
She got up and went into the tub, hooking up the hand-held sprayer and lying on the warming porcelain. She adjusted the flow and temperature of the water with her feet, then flipped the control on the sprayer to its hardest setting. She took the shower attachment and held it over her cunt, shuddering as the hard spray hit her clit and her sensitive pussy-lips. Virginia slung her legs up high, her feet. planted flat against the ceramic tiles of the far wall of the tub, and deftly directed the sharp, stinging pressure of the spray at her gash.
The pleasure rose rapidly through her lovely young body. She began to gasp for breath, her magnificent tits heaving, her nipples hardening fully, aching with the throb of her hot blood. The muscles of her thighs quivered and her calves tensed. Her belly contracted and her ass-cheeks began to shake on the porcelain. The tub bottom was rapidly beginning to fill with water, but she was aware of it only as another warm, feathery caress, this time against the smooth crack between her butt-cheeks, lapping at her asshole as if it were a knowing lover's tongue lightly rimming her shitter.
She began to jerk her cunt upwards, toward the spray, even as she forced the hand attachment of the shower down closer. She moaned, jerking, and her free hand spread her bloated cunt-lips and exposed all the hypersensitive inner meat to the hot water's sharp pressure. She had the attachment down close to her cunt and then she was forcing it between the outer lips of her succulent pussy. She tensed all over, pushing herself back from the wall with a sudden surge of strength. She pressed the shower attachment in her puffy gash, grinding it against her rosy pussy-flesh, trying to force it into her hole the way she wished a man with a good, stiff prick would jam his cock up into her copper-fringed twat.
I've got to find a better way to get the men I want. There's got to be a better way.
There was.
Chapter Three
Virginia strode into the luncheonette on Third Avenue at Sixteenth Street, and saw her girl friend at their usual booth.
"Hi, Patrice."
"Hi. You look down this morning."
Patrice was a short girl, no more than five-two. She had a slender figure, the kind that men said nothing intelligible about, confining themselves instead to sucking sounds and slurps. She had perfectly straight, brown hair and a dark complexion, and an absolutely lovely face. She used little make-up, and managed to look about sixteen most of the time. She and Virginia had been friends for two years, since meeting at a neighborhood carnival the day after Virginia moved into her apartment.
Virginia slipped into the booth and lit herself a cigarette. It was a warm morning, and she was wearing shorts and a matching blue blouse. Her hair was tied back. She was, as usual, braless, and she leaned forward for the ashtray, her arm outstretched, her unfettered fits were clearly visible through the material. The waiter stared pointedly at her jugs till Virginia looked up at-him. Then he broke off the gaze.
"The usual, missy?" he asked, smiling.
"For both of us," Patrice said quickly.
He hesitated, but both girls gave him hard looks and he ducked back to the counter area and started calling out the order in Greek.
"Come on, Ginny," Patrice said warmly. "Get it off your chest. You're carrying enough of a load there already, you know."
Virginia smiled wanly. "I don't want to bring you down, Patrice."
"No, I want to hear about it," she insisted.
Virginia told her, quickly and briefly, what had happened the night before. Explicitly, too. They had few, if any, secrets between them. When she was done, Virginia said, "I'm sick of this bar-scene bit, Patrice. All I seem to find are losers. Half the guys look like creeps. The ones that are good-looking are either stuck on themselves or just want a quick fuck."
"Come on now, Ginny, there're always some good ones there. You know that, deep inside." She giggled delightfully. "I know deep inside."
Virginia's smile was a shadowy reflection of her friend's. "Sure there are. Usually they're mated. Want to hear about Ralph again?"
Patrice shook her head. Virginia had met Ralph six months before. She'd thought she really found a winner. They'd gotten along fabulously and were perfectly matched in bed. And then she'd found out he was mated, had three kids and a dynamite little wife in Oyster Bay who, unfortunately for Ralph, wouldn't go down on him.
"Well, what do you want to do about it, Ginny?" The two of. them suspended the conversation long enough for the food to be placed in front of them.
When the waiter had passed out of earshot, Virginia sighed deeply. "I just want to be able to find men worth something more than their clothes, men with brains and practice in using them, men with hard pricks who know how to make a woman feel good. I know they're out there, Patrice. I just don't know where the fuck to find them."
She stopped and looked down at her plate, at the scrambled eggs and the home fries and the sausages. The sausages always made her think of short, fat cocks, hard and well-lubricated and ready to fuck her.
"Maybe you're just going about it the wrong way, Patrice said around a mouthful of eggs.
"What do you mean?"
"Why don't you do what I do?" Virginia smiled. "Already tried that, remember?"
"Sure, I remember. How could I forget?" Patrice was an art and music freak. She went to all the galleries and coffeehouses and museums and concerts. And she managed to come home with company every time. Virginia had tried it. She, too, had managed to come home with company every time. The problem was that all of the guys she met that way were very "sober" and "aware" and "serious" and "down to earth" and were always looking for a crutch or someone to tell all their life's hopes and problems. That is, when they weren't too stoned to stand up. And with them, flicking was only an incidental sidelight, something that was taken for granted. Virginia constantly felt uncomfortable with the men she met that way. She also had a knack of attracting the nuts in those crowds. The last one had gotten her to his loft a ramshackle, converted warehouse and then announced that all he wanted to do was have her piss on him.
Which was why he'd been the absolute, solemnly vowed last she'd met that way.
The two munched their breakfasts in silence for a few minutes.
Finally, Patrice spoke.
"Hey, why don't you try one of those computer-dating outfits?"
Virginia made a face.
"Well, why not?"
"Think about it, Patrice. If the guys who registered with them were anything but losers, they wouldn't have to go with the computer-dating outfits, would they, huh?"
Patrice made a face, then giggled. "They might say the same thing about the girls who register with them. Are you a loser, Ginny?"
Virginia thought about that for a minute. "You know, you're right." She thought some more, then nodded. "You've got a point there. Now all I have to do is pick the right one. Any ideas?"
Patrice looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ummmm, one of the guys at work was telling me about a new one. Says he heard it was pretty good. Wouldn't tell me anything else about it, though."
"Do you know the name of it?"
Patrice dug through her oversized, crowded purse, then miraculously came up with a business car. She handed it to her girl friend.
Virginia examined the card. It was embossed with elegantly simple blue lettering.
"Match-Mate & Fun-Mate," she read. "Two names?"
Patrice nodded enthusiastically. "He told me that one of them was for people who were looking for permanent-type relationships. The other is for, uh, what was it he said? Ummmmm ... oh, yeah, he said the other one was for people who were just looking to find compatible people to have a good time with."
"Hmmm. You know, I think I'm going to look into this," Virginia said. She slipped the card into her purse and the two turned their talk to other things as they finished their Saturday-morning breakfast.
Chapter Four
Much to Virginia's surprise, when she called the number on the business card, she found that they were located in a suite in the Pan Am Building. Most of the computer-dating services were nothing more than answering-service numbers for some little group working out of a hole-in-the-wall on the upper East Side. They told her to come on up whenever it was convenient for her. Being a person who did not believe in wasting time once her mind was made up, Virginia was on her way within the hour.
The offices weren't overly large, but they were well and tastefully furnished. She scored that as a mental plus for them.
They were professional, very smoothly organized. She was given a questionnaire. It included many of the questions she'd seen on the free hand-outs from other dating services and a few new ones.
Like the one about her vital statistics. Without hesitating, she wrote: 36-23-35.
Most unusual were the group of questions under the special heading:
THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS ARE OPTIONAL AND DEPEND ONLY UPON YOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCES FOR THE EXTENT OF THE MATCHING SERVICE WE WILL PROVIDE. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS BE REVEALED TO ANY PROSPECTIVE MATCH NOR WILL THEY BE ACCESSIBLE TO ANY EMPLOYEE OF THIS SERVICE WITHOUT A BONAFIDE NEED TO KNOW.
She read through the questions a couple of times, thinking about it. They were all concerned with her sexual proclivities. What it came down to, she decided, was whether or not she wanted to have the advantages of computer matching for her sexual needs.
She finally decided she did.
She read through the questions one more time, carefully, and then began to answer them. Each was a multiple-answer question, allowing for various stages of enthusiasm in response.
Virginia finished checking off the boxes, then reread it. For a moment, she was unsure of what she was doing.
But then she decided she had nothing to lose. She could not possibly do worse than she had with the guys she met in the bars. And the odds were she'd do a little bit better. She went back to the receptionist and handed her the questionnaire. She was glad the girl at the desk wasn't the talkative type.
"When would you like to start taking introductory calls?" the girl asked.
Virginia thought for a moment. Then: "Anytime, I guess. How long does it take?"
"You could get your first call today. That's one of the advantages of high-speed computers. Will you be home today?"
"Around four-thirty to five-thirty. I don't know about the rest of the day. Why?"
"We'll call you with your first match today."
Virginia said that was fine, paid her fee five dollars introductory and two dollars for the first match-up and then left.
She spent most of the afternoon shopping for groceries and taking care of other household needs.
She made a point to be home between four-thirty and five-thirty just in case someone called.
By twenty after five, she'd pretty much resigned herself to another night of bar-hopping. At exactly five-thirty, she got her first call:
His name was Jeff.
Chapter Five
When the doorbell ran at seven-thirty, she was ready. Virginia buzzed back and then quickly went to the mirror to check her appearance. They were going to see a play and she'd dressed up for it. She was wearing a simply-cut dress that ended just above her nude-stocking knees. The collar was high, but the material of the dress clung to her when she moved. She was, as always, braless beneath it, and her tits shifted eloquently within the fabric.
She turned and twisted her neck to check the rear view and saw that the lithe, firm cheeks of her ass were nicely outlined by the material. She could just barely make out the line of her panties her sole undergarment beneath the clinging fabric. The tiny triangular lines of the panties emphasized the tight, molded shapeliness of her butt.
She checked and patted a stray strand of her bright-red hair back into place. She was wearing it long and flowing, a brilliant cascade over the shoulders of the dress, framing her lovely face.
She looked good and she knew it.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Jeff from Fun-Mate."
His voice had sounded good on the phone, deep and manly and virile and sensual. It sounded even better through the door.
She went to the door and peeked through the peep-hole, but couldn't make anything out. For one thing, he was too tall to be visible that way. For another, the hallway was dimly lit. For a third, the lens of the peep-hole was warped. She unbolted, unchained and unlocked the door and opened it wide and gracefully.
All right!
He was a good three or four inches taller than she was, and well, if simply dressed. She liked that. He wore a mild scent, definitely masculine. That he was slender and feline in his movements only impressed her the more. And that he was unquestionably, utterly handsome in a totally masculine sense only put the icing on the cake, as far as Virginia was concerned.
"Virginia?" he asked.
"None other. Come on in." She stood to one side and he stepped into the apartment, then stopped and turned to face her.
"You're beautiful," he said simply.
"You're pretty good-looking yourself, Jeff. Are we supposed to compare notes on the questionnaires now, or what?"
"It's be more fun to simply find out as we went along, I think," he answered. He glanced around. "Nice place.
"Listen, I don't want to be a turd, but isn't that play supposed to start"
He looked at his watch. "You're fight. We better get going."
Jeff was a perfect escort. He held all the doors for her, lit her cigarettes for her, took her coat at the theater and held it on his lap. The show was very good, and the little restaurant at which they ate afterward was charming.
Then they got back to her place.
"Come on in for a drink," she said in the hall of her building. I had a terrific time and I want to give you the grand tour of my mansorial abode."
"Your what?" he asked, his eyes following the movements of her hips and ass through her coat as she preceded him up the stairs.
"My apartment," she said. "That closet where I live."
She gave him the tour as promised and it lasted all of three minutes. Then she sat him on the sofa and went into the kitchenette to make the drinks.
A moment later, she leaned her head into the living room.
"Could you give me a hand?" she asked. "I can't get the cork out of the bottle.
"Sure."
He stood and strode into the kitchen. It was a small kitchen and they were cramped together. Virginia stood to one side to let him over to the little butcher-block counter, forcing him to wedge past her. In the process, her tits pressed against his chest.
"I should have gotten out of the way first," she said, meaning it about half as sincerely as she sounded.
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world," Jeff answered, stopping where he was and looking down into her face. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and Virginia leaned her head back for the kiss.
He didn't come close to her mouth; he went straight for the lovely line of her throat.
His lips pressed against her soft flesh, opened, and he let his teeth nibble lightly. The touch was almost tickling, but Virginia felt a thrill of sensuality course through her amply curved body. Almost without thinking, she brought her hands up to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his thick hair, pulling his moving mouth more tightly to her.
He worked his mouth up higher, to her ear, and nipped the delicate lobe. It had been a long time since a man had attended to that particular erogenous zone, and Virginia had all but forgotten it.
He reminded her with a vengeance.
She sighed deeply as she felt his tongue flickering out to explore the convolutions of her ear. His hot, moist breath was superheating her passions, sending shock waves of pleasure and arousal rushing through her curvaceous form. Her hips pushed forward without conscious direction and she could quite clearly feel the rigid meat of his hard cock against her belly.
He bent again, letting his mouth once more follow the line of her neck, but this time went down to the sensitive bridge of muscular flesh between her neck and shoulders. He caught it between his even teeth, biting lightly. Virginia shuddered at the surprise of pleasure from the toothy caress.
She'd finally found a guy who knew what he was doing, she thought elatedly.
Jeff's hands had reached down and Virginia could feel him gripping the ripe, full flesh of her ass through her dress and panties. He was grinding her pelvis forward so that her cunt-mound was pressed against the hard column of his thigh. Her panties began to tighten between her legs, and Virginia realized that he was holding and puffing them through her dress and she could easily figure out his purpose.
Tugging her panties that way made the material rub softly between the swelling lips of her pussy and against the stiffened nubbin of her clitoris. The sensations cascading through her weren't the mildly pleasurable ones of a few moments before but sheer, unadulterated lust. Her clitoris was being massaged by the smooth nylon of her panties, and Virginia had all she could do to keep her legs beneath her as her cunt gushed its lubricants.
He pushed her back then, removing his hands from her ass and sliding them to her waist. Virginia thought she was going to scream with want as she felt his fingers moving higher over her stomach and ribs until they were pressing the outer, nerve covered swells of her smooth tits through the dress.
He pulled back from her, and she opened her eyes to find him looking down into hers. He was smiling faintly, but she didn't give a good damn if it was a smile of conquest, or a smile of amusement at her excitement, or a smile of arousal.
She just wanted him to keep at it.
"Come on, Virginia," he said softly, "let's make it."
"Yes!" she breathed huskily, unable to say more.
Chapter Six
Jeff slipped one arm about her trim waist and guided her sideways out of the tiny kitchenette into the main room of the studio. There, he turned her back toward him and once again put his arms around her.
Virginia could feel her tits being crushed by his massive chest. Her nipples were hard, aching, and she wanted him to take her dress off and suck and bite and kiss her tits they way he'd done to her throat.
As if he could read her mind, Jeff pushed his hands around her back and up to the top of her zipper. As his lips once more found her soft throat, he tugged the zipper down to the bottom, just above the first creamy swells of her ass.
For a moment, Jeff did nothing else, just holding her against him with her back naked and the top of the dress held in place only by their embrace. But then he began running his fingers up and down her spine, from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back, letting her know the gentle experience in his caress.
As he continued the light stroking, Virginia began to arch her body forward, rippling against him in synchronization with the touch of his fingers.
Finally, he loosened the embrace and drew back from her. The dress slipped partway down, almost exposing the sleek upper swells of her tits before it caught on her arms.
Jeff slowly, languorously gripped the lower sleeve and drew it down. The top of the dress came lower, steadily lower, gradually exposing more and more of her flushed chest and heaving jugs.
Something about the way he did it aroused her even more. With a silent groan of excitement, Virginia jerked her arms back and out of the sleeves. The upper part of the dress fell away from her, exposing her to the waist.
Jeff almost, casually let go of the sleeves. The dress fell in a heap about her slender thighs and she stood before him, naked and glowing with arousal, covered only by the tangled, dampened wisp of her panties, which actually sewed to accentuate her coppery beaver and blood-engorged cunt-lips.
He let his eyes devour her, and Virginia felt a sudden surge of wantonness rip through her. She could almost feel his eyes on her, feel them as they searched her heaving tits, feel them as they took in her trim waist and taut stomach, feel them as they meandered through the softness of her inner thighs. She wanted him to touch her with his hands and lips and, most of all, with that hard length of cock she'd felt pressed against her just moments before in the kitchenette.
Virginia slowly raised her aims, high over her head, feeling the satisfying pull of his muscles on her snowy-soft tits. She clasped her hands high over her head and came up on her tiptoes, looking down at herself and seeing the up-tilted sauciness of her large, swollen nipples. She turned her eyes towards the handsome man who'd so expertly aroused her, and watched his reaction as she slowly traced the tip of her tongue over her soft, full lip.
She got the reaction she wanted.
Jeff stepped forward, reaching up to take her wrists in his hands and draw her arms down over his shoulders. She tightened her grip on his neck and felt the satisfying coarseness of his jacket against her naked tit-flesh. The roughness of the fabric against her nipples sent another shock of pleasure through her body and the secretions within her cunt became a flood.
His lips found her throat, then went to the little sensitive hollow between her collarbones, moving silently. For some reason, his restraint drove Virginia wild, perhaps because it proved to her that this was a man well-versed in the ways of sex and giving women pleasure and determined to draw the moments of pleasure out to their maximum.
But he let his mouth linger, and Virginia felt the familiar craving pulsating within her. She wanted him to kiss and suck her fits and nipples, she wanted to feel his deft tongue moving between the lips of her cunt and over her hardened clitoris. Most of all, she wanted to feel his hard cock buried balls-deep within her clutching cunt.
She pushed down on his shoulders, and she knew that he was letting her drive him to his knees. His legs bent, and his lips slipped lower over her chest. His mouth was at the upper slopes of her creamy tits, but moving downward very slowly.
"Oh, kiss my tits, Jeff!" she gasped. "Kiss them now!"
Teasingly, Jeff let his mouth trace the outer swell of her jugs, making a complete circle of each soft hillock in turn. Then he began tightening the circle, making yet another full circuit around each magnificent lit.
He was spiraling his mouth ever closer to her nipples, and at the same time, she could feel his hands at her waist, moving down towards the elastic waistband of her panties. He was teasing her, making her wait, drawing it out and in the process, he was arousing Virginia as few men had done before.
"Please . . . " she hissed, straining to keep a semblance of self-control. "Please.., please ...
Over and over again she said it, drawing out the word till it was a continuous sound, varying only with her breathing.
But he wouldn't be hurried. Slowly, he drew the panties downward with his hooked thumbs. Slowly, his mouth moved closer to her swollen, walnut-huge nipples. Slowly, he was driving Virginia right out of her mind with hominess.
The panties passed her knees, fell freely then to join the puddle of her dress about her slim ankles. She felt cool air on her exposed pussy-lips and it made her the wilder.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Virginia tangled his hair about her fingers and forced his mouth against her fits. His lips opened wide and he engulfed the hard, unyielding stiffness of her swollen nipples.
As he fastened his mouth around her fit-flesh and began suckling at her jug, Virginia his fingers moving slowly upward over the insides of her thighs. His touch drew ever closer to the swollen lips of her pussy, but as with his lips at her nipples just moments before, he never quite reached them. Instead she could anticipate for endless seconds the feel of his knowing fingers on the nerve-covered folds of cunt-flesh---only to have her anticipation thwarted as his fingers moved back down her thighs.
He moved his mouth to her outer tit, again sucking it inside and working at it with his tongue. He bit down on her nipple, strongly enough to cause a sudden mild shock of pleasure-enhancing pain to wash through her.
Virginia felt as though her body was on fire, burning with the heat of her lust. The strength began leaving her legs and she started to sink toward the floor and in the process pushed her cunt down onto Jeff s waiting hand.
He caught her with one arm and lowered her gently onto the rug, but his cunt-cupping hand never strayed. He held her pussy as if it were a half-split fruit, and she could feel his long, thick fingers bunched together in the sensitive stretch of flesh between the end of her gash and the fight pucker of her asshole.
His fingers moved there as she felt the soft shag of the rug beneath her back, and Virginia grunted with excitement, twisting her head violently from side to side. She tightened her thighs about his hand, intent on locking him to her. He was bent over her, his mouth still fastened to her tit. His tie dragged loosely across her belly, a tickling stimulus to be added to the other sensations already possessing her gorgeous body.
"Yes, that's it!" she gasped. "Suck my tits, bite them!"
Her fingers went to his hair again, gripping it tightly and forcing his head still more urgently against her tingling boob.
"Suck me, damn you, SUCK ME!"
With that, Jeff freed her lit from his mouth, bit by bit releasing it till for a long moment he was pulling it away from her with just her nipples still within his lips. His mouth moved slowly lower across her body, down over her tensed, heaving belly, down to the first wispy tendrils of her evenly cropped cunt hair. All the way down, his tongue did a ant eater imitation, flick-flicking for an instant and then licking her receptive flesh and inflaming all of the ready nerves there.
Again he teased and tantalized her, but this time his tongue was moving lightly over her clitoral tip, just grazing it and never quite pressing it. Three, four, five times he let her hump her cunt upwards, spreading her legs in readiness for a good cunt-lapping, only to be denied the thorough mouthing she craved so desperately. She thought she'd lose her mind if he didn't put the tongue to her cunt and just then he did it.
Jeff bent low, slipping both hands beneath her to cup her ass. Her legs spread still farther, the pink lips of her pussy gaping wide, and he lifted her cunt to his open mouth as if it were a tasty dish he wanted to eat whole.
Virginia felt his hot breath on her swollen gash a split-second before lie touched her, and at that very moment felt the first preliminary shudders of an orgasm quake through her spread-eagled frame.
She moaned and then shrieked as the tush hit her, a single unintelligible syllable that rose in pitch and intensity as her orgasm peaked.
When it had passed, she felt the strength beginning to drain from her but then she felt his lips fasten onto her rigid clitoral shaft.
"Oh, shit, yes-yes-yes!" she gasped as he sucked and tongued the hardened nubbin of her cut.
She clamped her thighs about his head in a viselike grip, holding his mouth tightly against the top of her gash as he sucked and tongued her trigger. His hands moved to her lower thighs and spread her legs slightly. For an instant Virginia worried that she'd held him too tightly, that she'd hurt him and he was going to stop but even as she thought it, he moved his mouth lower, wider open to encompass her pussy-lips as well as her clitoris, and released her thighs to resume their powerful grip about his ears.
With her cunt completely open to his seemingly tireless tongue, he once again slid his hands beneath her thighs to grip the soft flesh of her creamy ass. His tongue reached out and drove between the outer lips of her muff, the tongue-tip tracing up and down between them over the inner labes. She gasped and jerked, still high from the aftereffects of her first come, pushing her cunt more fully against his mouth.
He took the hint and pushed his tongue still farther into her snatch. She could feel it pressing against the inner labes, and then it was darting up into her tightly contracted cunt-hole.
His tongue moved rapidly, darting and whipping, wriggling within the confines of her fuck-hole like some warm, slippery eel gone berserk. She could feel its heat and wetness within, exploring the walls of her cunt even as she felt the carefully controlled movements of his upper lip across the tip of her clit.
Almost without warning, she was arching upwards beneath his mouth, again shrieking as yet another, more powerful orgasm tore through her body.
Still, Jeff was not content with what he'd already sampled of her tasty quim. He kept it up, his tongue moving faster still on her cit and gash and in her cunt-hole. Virginia came again and then again and then she thought she was going to die from the unbroken series of shattering orgasms that ripped through her.
"Oh, yes-no! No more! Please I c-can't no! I-I can't come any more please no NO! NOOOOooooo..."
The sound of her wail of utter surrender trailed off as the orgasmic ecstasy of the moment became too much for her and she finally passed out from sheer pleasure. She would have welcomed the blackness that claimed her consciousness had she not so resented the interruption of her pleasure.
Chapter Seven
Virginia opened her eyes a moment later or so it seemed. For an instant, she was disoriented. She'd passed out on the shag area rug on the living-room floor, with her legs spread and Jeff between, eagerly gobbling her cunt-lips and clit and the juices from the mouth-filling morsel of her twat.
But now .
She suddenly realized that she was lying on her bed. She was covered with a light sheet her own and nothing else. Between her thighs she felt dampness. She reached her hand down, wondering where Jeff had gone, as she touched the wet lips of her cunt.
Virginia sat up and fought back a brief wave of dizziness.
"Jeff?" she called softly, surprised at the quaver in her own voice.
There was no answer from the darkened apartment.
She stood, and felt something sticking to the soft flesh of her ass. It was a towel. She pulled it away and rubbed the patterned impression from her flesh. Evidently, Jeff had thoughtfully placed it beneath her in order to prevent her abundantly overflowing cunt-juice from staining the cover of her studio high-riser bed. And then he'd slipped out.
What kind of a man was he? She wasn't sure. Once, when she was sixteen, she'd known a middle-aged man who'd loved nothing more than to watch her finger-fuck herself. It gave him intense pleasure, he'd said, to watch her coming so powerfully.
Perhaps Jeff was like that, too.
She strode unsteadily into the bathroom, her knees shaking.
But then again, she thought, the man she'd known as a teen-ager had jacked himself off while he'd watched her masturbate. And Jeff hadn't so much as rubbed his cock all the time they were together.
She started running the water for a hot, leisurely bath. She wanted to soak the tension from her pleasantly aching body.
Well, she decided, if watching a woman getting off is what turns Jeff on fine by me.
Evidently, her answer to the question on multiple orgasms had found a match. But then, the way she'd been burning, she'd have been willing to demonstrate her answers to any of the other preferential sex questions.
She hadn't even begun to suspect the truth, yet.
Chapter Eight
The next day was Sunday.
His name was Chad.
"Hello?" Her voice betrayed her grogginess. She'd been sleeping restfully when the phone rang, and she hadn't been too keen about getting up to answer the fucking thing.
"Hi! My name is Chad. Fun-Mate gave me your number." His voice was cheerful, young, vital. She couldn't bring herself to resent him for calling especially after she glanced at the clock and found that it was nearly eleven-thirty..
But then she frowned in puzzlement. She'd only paid a fee for one contact, and Jeff had been the result of that.
"Hey, are you still there?" Chad asked.
"Huh? Oh, sure, sure."
"Gosh, I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Well, I was sleeping too late anyhow," she answered truthfully.
"I'm sorry. Would you rather I called back later?"
"No, no, that's okay."
"Good, because I thought maybe you'd like to go bicycle riding."
Even though she'd just awakened from a warm bed to a relatively cool room, that appealed to her. Virginia found sports invigorating and considered herself athletic.
"That sounds pretty good to me, Chad," she said. "Any place in particular?"
"Mound Manhattan. Today's the day the City starts closing off- streets and roadways to auto traffic for pedestrian malls and bikeways."
"That's right," she said, brightening.
They made arrangements to meet at Central Park South.
"How will I know you?" she asked.
"I'll be standing astride two bicycles like Ben Hur," he answered.
Virginia started dressing as soon as she hung up the phone. Chad sounded young, near her own age, and he sounded like a live one, the kind of guy that enjoyed everything he did or didn't do it. She needed that kind of companion at that moment.
She quickly showered, eating a corn muffin and downing a glass of milk on the fly. She pulled on a pair of bell-bottoms and a lightweight long-sleeved knit top that buttoned up to a high wing collar. She left the top two buttons open, exposing the upper swells of her firm, full fit cleavage, then quickly tied her brilliant red hair back.
She checked herself out in the mirror. From the front, her nipples were clearly visible through her top. The jeans were snugged against her cunt, and she could easily make out the split of her already swollen pussy-lips through the crotch of the pants and her bikini panties. The crotch stitch of the jeans was pulled tightly upwards between her labes, spreading and emphasizing their fullness.
She checked herself in profile. Her shoulders held squarely back, her tits stood up firmly, with an inviting offering to them that most women could achieve only with a bra. Her tummy and abdomen were taut and flat, that fitness emphasized by the cut of her jeans. Her ass stood out almost pertly.
She' turned around and checked the rear view. Her figure was almost a classic hourglass shape from the rear, tapering from her strong, feminine shoulders to her trim waist and then flaring softly outward at her hips. The seam of her jeans ran in a perfect vertical line between her rich, strong butt-cheeks, pulled tightly between them just enough to separate and emphasize their ripeness, clinging to every softly molded dimple of the creamy curves of her ass.
She purposely used little make-up. Chad was obviously the out-doorsy type; he probably preferred that type of woman.
"Okay," she muttered approvingly at her reflection. She pulled on the matching jacket jean top and buttoned the bottom four snaps into place, then strode out of the door of her apartment with her shoulder bag banging against her side with every vivaciously bouncy step down the stairs.
Virginia took the subway, and walked the last two blocks through the crisp springtime New York City Sunday-morning sunshine to the edge of Central Park.
She walked through the small crowd of people at the corner of the park, beneath the statue, looking around for a person to match the voice she'd heard on the phone that morning.
She couldn't spot anyone at first, so she turned to make another pass through the crowd. Maybe he hadn't gotten there yet.
But then she saw a young man watching her, observing her. Their faces were identical questioning masks, as if to ask: "Are you...
As if to answer the question, the young man carefully separated the two bicycles he was holding, snapped the kickstands into place and made as if to stand, straddle-legged, with one foot on each.
A la Ben Hur.
Virginia smiled, chuckled a bit, and strode towards him. To paraphrase someone else, the closer she got, the better he looked.
The bigger, too.
It was only as she got within a few steps of him that she realized just how big he was. He was easily six and a half feet tall, but looked shorter because of a tendency to slouch and the perfect proportions of his muscular young body beneath his casual jeans and open-collared flannel sports shirt.
"Hi, he said brightly, flashing a toothy smile at her. He was an attractive young man, though not as sensually overwhelming in his handsomeness as Jeff had been. "You're Virginia, right?"
"If I wasn't, I'd claim to be.@ she said. "You're Chad, right?"
"Right. Hey, I didn't know you were going to be a redhead and a damned lovely one at that."
"Thank you, gracious sir," she replied, curtseying slightly.
When she straightened, she noticed that he'd fastened a saddle bag to the back of one of the bikes. "What's that?" she asked.
"Picnic lunch," he answered. "Let's get going, okay?"
For an answer, she slung one leg over the bike and they pedaled off into the park.
It was a beautiful day for bicycling in the park. The roads running through the park had also been closed to traffic, and already there were lots of people enjoying the day in the same way. They turned onto a bike path and followed it up the west side of the park, catching occasional brief glimpses of some of the old, stately residential hotels lining Central Park West through the trees, and at one point getting a quick look at the imposing, welcoming statues of Teddy Roosevelt outside of the Museum of Natural History. They pedaled past the rowboat lake and the little gazebo, long abandoned, on an outcropping by the lake side. Before much longer, they were whipping past the bulk of the crowd around the northern edge of the park and then wheeling back down on the east side.
Chad led them off to one side, on a smaller path that took them past the reservoir and the jogging track and within sight of the old castle housing the weather-bureau station. Below that, Virginia knew, was the Delacorte Theatre, where Shakespeare was performed for free on soft summer evenings.
Finally, just after they'd passed Cleopatra's Needle and the out thrust of the new wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art into the park, Chad told her they would pull off to one side.
She followed him, walking her bicycle towards a shaded thicket. Large boulders were carefully arranged about, almost like table and chair settings.
"And will this suit the lady?" Chad asked with a cavalier flourish.
"Of a certainty," she replied gravely. "Let's eat!"
Chad grinned his toothy grin. "Yeah, I'm starved, too." He opened the saddle bag and produced well-stuffed sandwiches and two containers of coleslaw and macaroni salad, then a small bottle of wine.
While they ate, Virginia learned that Chad was a copywriter at PLK Advertising and yes, he had been an athlete in college. With a little coaxing she got him to admit that he was a three-letter man. She liked that about him; he was not a bragger.
Just as they were finishing the wine, Virginia shivered.
"Cold?" Chad asked.
"A little," she admitted. Clouds had crept over the sky while they'd eaten, and the overcast was genuinely threatening. She looked up and got a raindrop right between the eyes for her curiosity. "Uh-oh. . . A
"No kidding," Chad said. He quickly gathered up their waste and chucked it into the litter can, then took the reuseables and stuffed them back into his saddle bag. "Me thinks we'd better start pedaling, Virginia," he said as a few more drops splashed down onto the rock that had been their table.
The two remounted their bikes and Chad led the way around the southern turn of the bikeway, past the zoo and quickly west towards their starting point.
By the time they'd reached the entrance of the park, the heavens were starting to drip like wet laundry.
"Come on!" he shouted.
Bewildered, she followed his lead back up the west side path. She managed to draw even with him just before they turned towards Seventy Second Street and the exit there.
"Hey, what about the bikes?" Virginia asked, slightly breathless. Her tits were heaving within the jacket top, straining the snaps. "Hey, we-we have to return the bikes."
"Huh? Oh, no we don't. They aren't rented. They're mine."
"Oh. Where are we going?"
"Nearest dry place," he said. "Mine."
Chapter Nine
They headed uptown along the park of Seventy-Third, then crossed Central Park West and headed towards the Hudson River. Chad pulled up in front of a brownstone on the corner of Riverside Drive.
"Hurry up," he said. "It's going to cut loose my second!"
They were just slipping the bikes into the hallway of the four-story brownstone when thunder rolled outside and the rain poured down onto the sidewalks.
"We just made it," Virginia said. "Look at it coming down out there, for crying out loud!"
"I don't know," Chad said. "We're already pretty wet."
It was true. They'd managed to get pretty well soaked despite their rush.
She followed him up the stairs to the top floor. By the time they reached his door, Virginia was panting from the exertion of the stair-climb so soon after the fast pedaling through the park.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, pushing the door wide in front of her.
Humble, my ass, she thought. She was impressed. Chad had the entire top floor of the brownstone, and that included a huge skylight upon which the heavens were dumping their rainy load. The floors underfoot were a beautiful oak parquet, and a pair of matched tuxedo sofas faced one another over a low glass coffee table. One whole wall was bookshelves and the opposite wall was mostly two great sliding doors opening onto a terrace that looked out on a backyard. The rain was whipping against the glass doors. There was a huge fireplace at one end of the room and a love seat before it.
The place was a delight to Virginia's eyes.
She turned towards Chad and stopped.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Listen." She moved her foot and they heard the unmistakable squelch of wet feet within wet shoes. "Cripes, we really did get soaked." She shivered again.
"You better get out of those wet clothes," Chad said matter of factly. "Come here."
She followed him through a door into a big bedroom. There was another stone fireplace at one side of it. In the center of the room, on a raised platform, was the biggest waterbed Virginia had ever seen in her life.
Jesus, this guy's really got money, she thought. Chad opened a sliding door and pulled out a long, black, silk kimono.
"Here you go," he said, casually tossing it to her. "You can change in there."
She followed his pointing finger and found herself in a large bathroom, large being an understatement. Everything was pale-blue tiling. She stripped off her wet clothes, peeling them away from her soaked flesh like the skin from a banana, and then succumbed to the impulse to look inside the sliding frosted glass doors of the shower.
She found herself looking into a four-foot deep custom double-width tub.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the back of the bathroom door which was one, big mirror and saw her reddened flesh where the wet clothes had been tight on her. Her tits were swollen and her nipples looked like they were about to pop from pressure. And she was chilled.
She thought for a second then leaned out of the bathroom door.
"Chad?"
"Ummm?" His voice was distant, from the living room.
"Would you mind terribly if I took a quick, hot shower?"
"No, of course not," he said, his voice getting louder as he came closer. "I insist."
"Thanks," she said, smiling prettily. "I need it. I'm chilled to the bones."
"Go ahead," he said, coming right to the edge of the bathroom threshold. "In fact, I think I'll join you... for a drink afterwards."
She dimpled at him again, then stepped back into the bathroom. She quickly figured out the controls and within seconds was standing beneath harsh, fine needle sprays of hot water.
And then she heard something. She turned, looked through the frosted glass and made out the unmistakable tones of flesh on the other side. Lots of flesh. A big man's flesh. Chad's flesh.
The tempered glass door slid back along its track. Left with few if any alternatives, Virginia simply stood back out of the way as Chad stepped into the bathtub with her.
"Hey, I'd have thought you'd be using the whirlpool," he said.
"Huh?"
He grinned and reached over her head, twisting a knob. The shower spray stopped and water began shooting out of a half-dozen little holes in the sides of the tub, holes she hadn't noticed before.
Chad stoppered the drain and the tub quickly began to fill. He turned back to her, towering over her in the confines of the bath.
"Come on, sit down and enjoy it," he said. "This'll keep you getting any sore muscles after all that pedaling."
All Virginia could do was nod. She was rather dumbstruck by two things.
One was the nonchalant way Chad treated their nakedness together. Even her father had never been so casual about seeing his daughter naked not, at least, since she was thirteen or so.
The other was Chad's cock and balls.
They were proportionate to his frame.
Huge.
She hadn't realized it, at first, because they were so well-proportioned to his body. But as he sat down in the rising froth of bubbly water and she took a seat beside him, she got a perspective. Her eyes flickered over to his limp cock and she guessed that it was a full eight inches long, perhaps an inch and a half in diameter and that was soft! But she was disturbed. Why wasn't he turning on to her? Didn't he think she was attractive? Didn't he find her body sexy?
Didn't he like women?
She was certainly turning on to him.
As the water level rose, matters were made a bit more difficult for Virginia. She had to shift herself, sit up more erectly in the tub as the water rose to her nipples. And in moving, she found that her cunt was brought, directly into line with one of the water jets. The stream wasn't powerful, being muffled as it was by the mass of water already between the nozzle and her crotch, but that only made the swirling, warm touch more feathery and arousing. She felt that familiar throbbing ache begin in her cunt, and her nipples were starting to swell with hot, lusty blood.
She shifted her weight, trying to evade the flow of the water.
"Uncomfortable?" Chad asked brightly.
"Uh, don't you worry about the water overflowing?" she asked. "Maybe we better turn it off."
"Oh, don't worry about that," he said. "Water gets up to about here" he made an invisible line with his hand across his stomach, just about of her stiffly erected little clitoris. The flow of the water seemed to become more intense, but she knew it was just her awareness of it. At the same time, her nipples were fully stiffened, swollen to the size of half-walnut shells. They ached to be bitten, kissed, licked, sucked and fondled.
"You know," Chad was saying conversationally, "that's something else I like about you."
"Huh?" she managed to breathe.
"You're straightforward. I mean, given the situation, a lot of women and girls would be uncomfortable. It doesn't seem to bother you at all. And another thing: Very few females you meet on the street would ever bring the subject of sex up in this situation. You just plunge right into it, hard."
I wish you'd plunge right into my cunt, hard!
"You're the kind of woman who isn't afraid to express herself, her thoughts, her feelings, her desires. And, I like a woman who isn't afraid to take the first step in any kind of encounter if you know what I mean."
As if she were in a daze, Virginia watched her own hand moving towards him, hovering near the swollen knob at the tip of his cock and then descending to it. She felt the heat of it, the incessant swelling of it, the velvety softness of it and the steely rigidity behind that softness.
Jesus, it's so fucking big!
She could just barely cover his cock-head with her cupped fingers, and when she slipped her hand lower, she found herself totally unable, to encompass the girth of his prick-shaft with thumb and forefinger. His dick was fully two inches thick, maybe more...
Chapter Ten
Virginia couldn't resist what she was doing. Her own lusty, uninhibited instincts had taken over. She twisted her body, leaning toward him as she bent from the waist and neck. Her lips opened and she brought her mouth down onto the head of his cock.
As her jaws stretched to accept the massiveness of his cock-lip, her hand was continuing its slide downward over the shaft of his prick. Down, down, down her hand went. She felt the girth of his dick increasing as her hand went lower, and by the time her fingers had found the base swelling up out of his blonde pubic thatch, she guessed that his cock was a full two and a half inches in diameter and a solid foot long. Her finger moved still lower, to his scrotum, and there she felt the goose-egg size of his balls within the tightening fleshy sac.
She had to stretch her lips to hold the tip of his knob, just the end-most part of it, but at that point she was so utterly abandoned to her sexual fever that she'd have been happy just sniffing his prick.
But Chad, for all his boyish grinning, was more than willing to go even farther than that. Virginia felt his hand at the back of her head, pressing her face down. She had to gulp a sudden breath but then she'd somehow managed to fit all of his huge cock-head into her mouth.
She had a difficult time with it at first, not so much simply taking that huge knob of male meat into her mouth, but keeping her sharp teeth away from it while still managing to fasten her lips to the depressed ring in the shaft where his cock-head ended. Still, she was enthusiastic about blowing his dick, and that helped her a great deal.
She felt Chad shifting, and then the water drained down out of the tub almost to the upper edge of his crotch hair but no farther. She didn't know what he'd done, but she was glad he'd done it, because with the water at its previous level her nose had been beneath the surface an uncomfortable position.
Besides which, with the new, improved water level in the double-width tub, she was able to see all his cock, as well as feel it. She could see the veins pulsing along the side of it as she sucked and tongued the head of his oversized prick. She could see the throbbing swelling as she tightened her lips about his knob and pulled it with the suction of her mouth and the movement of her head. She could see the sudden thickening of his rod when she lifted and cupped his big balls with her fingers, letting her nails graze lightly over the sensitive, wrinkled flesh between his legs and on the underside of his nut-sac.
And she liked what she saw.
Virginia was really getting into the blow-job. She felt a surge of heat in her wet cunt every time she felt his big prick jerk in response to her sucking and tonguing. She got up on her knees in the tub beside him, never losing her oral grip on his cock, and shifted herself so she was kneeling, straddling his powerful legs, facing his head. She brought both hands up to grip his dick-shaft, as if it were a flagpole, and began working her fingers up and down the length of it in time with her bobbing and sucking. She heard Chad groan, deep down in his throat, and quickened the movements of her tongue on his prick.
Chad put both hands at the back of her soaking red hair and pushed her head down over his cock. Virginia gagged when she felt that massive prick hit the back of her throat, but she fought to relax the stricture and take his cock in still deeper. Again and again, she pushed her mouth down over his dick, meeting his little hunches but she simply couldn't take that much meat into her mouth.
At least, not in that position.
Suddenly, Chad's hands were gone from her head and had moved to her waist. She felt his touch as he slid his hands up her sides to her armpits, then eased his hands over and cupped the full, swinging richness of her tits. Her tits were hanging down, lightly brushing his thighs from time to time, and he quickly zeroed in on the hardened lumps of her fully swollen nipples.
Virginia gasped and shuddered as she felt his fingers take her nipples and squeeze them. Then he began to rub the pads of his fingers over the outer area of her nipples in slow circles, from time to time hesitating to once again squeeze them. She pushed her hips down and began rubbing her overheated cunt down against his massive thighs, sucking his cock the harder as her clitoris chafed against his leg flesh.
Once more, he covered her jugs with his big paws, and this time Virginia thought tier innards were melting. Her mouth gaped limply open, which only made what Chad did next a little easier.
His hands went back beneath her arms. He lifted her bodily, with the same ease as a child might lift a doll. Virginia was right at the verge of an orgasm, and she was unable to send any strength to the muscles of her legs. Her feet dragged limply on the tub bottom as Chad lifted her forward. When he lowered her, her legs were spread easily to either side of his thighs, widely opened, and the lips of her cunt were gaping.
Which was a good thing because he was lowering her right onto the thick, stiff, oversized prod of his cock. His dick was sticking up out of the water like some huge remnant of a pier, a piling missed by the demolition crew but well constructed by the erection company, that much was obvious.
As his cock-head touched her gash, the lips of her cunt were at first forced inward which in turn tightened the soft folds of flesh about her already swollen clitoral bud.
That did it. She came.
Virginia tensed, convulsed, her legs and arms tightening as every muscle in her curvaceous body spasmed tautly in reaction to the explosive waves of her first orgasm of the day. She curled about herself, suspended in the steamy air over the bath water, with just the head of his huge prick trapped between her clutching cunt-lips. She shook, and he nearly dropped her. But Chad hung on because he meant to flick the beautiful redhead right up the walls. Which was precisely what Virginia wanted at that moment, if only on an instinctive level.
The first shuddering throes washed past ter. Once more, her long, lovely legs spread above him. He lowered her again. This time Virginia helped, reaching down with her hand to work her cunt-lips free of the bludgeon driving them inward. She spread her pussy open as much as she could, and then gripped the head of his cock with her fingers and guided it to her cunt-mouth.
Chad lowered her perhaps an inch, maybe two. The tremendous head of his cock pushed inside her pussy-lips, spreading them still farther, stretching them into the fringes of pain. Virginia bit her lip to suppress a cry of pain because if the sound escaped, he might stop and that was the last thing she wanted him to do at that particular moment.
He lowered her again and the entire head of his dick, lubricated by her pussy-juice and the bath water and the mouthing she'd laid on it just moments before, pushed up past the first stricture of her red-fringed cunt and into her fuck-hole.
Virginia let her head loll back on her shoulders, her throat stretched long and smooth and graceful. Her mouth gaped open and she gurgled at the sensations ripping through her body. She could feel the head of Chad's gigantic cock bulging up inside her pussy, pressing deeper and deeper up into her belly, driving between the tight walls of her hungrily clutching cunt towards her womb.
He let her down again. Two frill inches of his great, thick prick-shaft pushed up between the stretched lips of her pussy and slid into the heated over of her delectable quim. Virginia felt the round, fleshy ball of the cock-head pushing still farther into her cunt, pressing apart the walls of her fuck-hole.
Her arms stretched out to her sides as if she were a bird about to fly, Virginia clenched her fingers into hard little balls of fists and shook them. The movement levered her down even more over him, and Chad eagerly let her take another two inches of his prick into her tight cunt At that point, Virginia had managed to take six full inches of Chad's mammoth prick and still had barely reached the halfway point. She was going wild with the sensations. She let her legs down till she felt her toes against the bottom of the tub, and began jerking her hips up and down slightly over the towering shaft of his skyscraper cock but always, her downward hip-thrusts covered more area than her upward pelvic lifts.
Slowly, by torturous fractions of an inch, she was taking more... more... more of his dick into her snatch and loving every inch of it.
And there were a lot of cock-inches to love.
Chad felt his arms growing weak. He couldn't hold her any longer. His hands fell away from her sides, and then lifted again to find the firm, jutting mounds of her tits, his fingers constantly moving, fondling, squeezing, tracing, pulling, pinching, lifting, cupping, tweaking and arousing.
Virginia found herself in full control of the depth of his penetrations then. She began to roll her hips, cork-screwing them down and up but always taking in more cock than she relinquished. Her cunt was juicing like mad, coating his cock with a thin layer of pussy-juice that helped grease the way.
Eight, nine, ten full inches of his ever-thickening shaft were buried inside her cunt and then she began to come again.
The thickness of Chad's massive prick had tightened her pussy-lips, drawing them taut against the shaft sides of her clitoral trigger. The girth of his cock had actually drawn the rigid button of her cunt clown to chafe against the broad upper back of his dick shaft as it slid in and out of her gyrating cunt, and it finally set her off in the second orgasm.
Her ass-cheeks began to clench and relax, tightening and opening rapidly, powerfully. She sucked in a single, long breath with a sound like tearing cloth, and held it, moving with maniacal strength. Even her tits swelled, her nipples stiffening and softening as she came, and came, and come...
She didn't stop coming. She simply passed out.
"Chad?" she called.
From the other room, she heard his footsteps approaching.
"Well, sleeping beauty awakens," he said, grinning that same grin.
She was tiring of the expression on his face. But he was wearing a silk kimono, a mate to one that he had tossed to her earlier. It was only loosely cinched at the waist with the sash, and with each long-legged stride, the material opened enough to give her just a glimpse of his cock. Her eyes caught at it. His prick was limp, but still incredibly large and potent-looking. She looked at his cock, and found it hard to believe that she'd actually taken the full, hard length of that monstrous prick into her red-haired cunt.
He sat on the edge of the waterbed, beside her. The water shifted and flowed and pushed her towards him. Chad caught her with one large, strong arm and pulled her close to him. They kissed, long and deeply, and Virginia's hand made its way across his thick, sinewy thigh and insinuated itself under the silk to the limber meat of his prick.
His cock was slowly swelling. Again.
"Busy, busy, aren't you?" he muttered to her. Grinning.
"Oh, please, Chad, give it a chance to get back into shape first."
That perpetual grin widened. "Sure thing. I've got to give you this, though," he said. "Anyone claims that there's no such thing as a multi-orgasmic woman should come see you. They'd learn."
"Christ, I came like a river. You really know how to use that big prick of yours, Chad."
The grin never wavered.
"Listen, uh, there s something I want to ask you about your sexuality. You seem like a pretty uninhibited chick."
"Shoot."
"How do you feel about making it with a man... and a woman?"
She thought on that for a minute and he added, "You see, I've got this friend and she's, uh, pretty bisexual and I think she'd really dig you. I think you might dig it, too. I know I would."
"Hmmmm when were you thinking of getting together?" Virginia asked. The idea wasn't at all unattractive to her.
"How about right now?" a voice answered from the bedroom doorway.
A female voice.
Chapter Eleven
Virginia jerked her head around and stared past Chad's broad back at the doorway where the gri was standing. She was leaning against the doorjamb, and she looked absolutely delectable.
Virginia made up her mind right then and there.
The girl walked towards them. The closer she got, the more Virginia could appreciate her stunning loveliness. She was Oriental, probably Chinese. She was certainly no taller than five-two and her raven-black, straight hair glistened fully all the way down to her ass. Her skin was clear and her eyes dark and flashing. She was wearing jeans, and from the way the faded denim clung to her slim legs and slender hips and the clearly defined split of her pussy-lips, Virginia figured she must have worn them into a hot shower. The girl's waist was positively tiny, and her, while propor-tionate to her frame, were surprisingly full. Most Chinese girls Virginia had known tended to be rather on the flat-chested side. This girl's tits were tightly molded within the tube-top, and her creamy shoulders were bare except for the flow of her black hair.
"Why don't you jump the gun a little bit, Jade?" Chad snapped at the girl. Virginia was shocked to hear his tone. It sounded almost unnatural coming from his perpetually smiling lips.
And the smile was gone. He looked angry and grim, and Jade looked a bit fearful of his anger. She cringed slightly, and slowed her approach to the waterbed.
"Hi," Virginia said simply.
"Hi. I'm Jade."
"You're beautiful," Virginia stated.
Jade smiled, dropping her head almost modestly, then raising her eyes to Virginia's tits. Her gaze lingering on the lush mounds of snowy flesh, she said, "You can afford to be generous with your compliments, as beautiful as you are."
Virginia reached out her hand and ran her fingers through Jade's gorgeous hair. "So soft," she whispered.
Her fingers combed down through that luxuriant mass of raven glistening softness, then moved back upward again. As her hand drew near Jade's face, the Chinese girl reached up and lightly caught it, drawing the redhead's palm against her cheek and pressing it here.
"Your hands are very gentle," Jade said, eyes soft and quiet. Still holding Virginia's hand, she turned her head still more and pressed her lips to Virginia's palm. "So gentle."
She drew Virginia's hand down, guiding a caress that moved lightly over her finely molded chin, her graceful throat, her smooth chest to the jutting swells of her firm little tits.
Jade held the hand tightly to her tit, letting Virginia feel the soft resilience of the globe for a moment. She pressed Virginia's fingers into the yielding tit-flesh, and Virginia could feel the Chinese girl's pert nipple hardening beneath her touch.
"Oh, yes," Jade murmured. "So gentle, so soft." She slipped her hand up behind Virginia's head and drew the red-headed girl closer to her, leaning her head to one side and offering her lovely, full lips.
Virginia couldn't resist that temptation. She kissed Jade, totally oblivious of Chad's presence. Their mouths lingered together, and Virginia felt Jade's lush lips open beneath her own.
Jade's tongue flickered nimbly over Virginia's lips, reaching into her mouth to search and arouse. At the same time, she lifted her tiny hands to
Virginia's big, lush, soft jugs, hefting their weight in gentle fingers, caressing and stimulating the sensitive mounds of flesh.
Virginia sighed at the knowing touch. She let herself slip back onto the bed, but slowly, so Jade's hands never left her fits. The Chinese girl's fingers had zeroed in on Virginia's huge, hardened nipples, and she was toying with them expertly.
Virginia let her own hands linger for a moment over the pert, firm mounds of Jade's tits through the material of her tube-top, squeezing the firm little buds of tit-flesh ,before sliding over her stomach and abdomen. Her hands came to rest on Jade's thighs, and the Chinese girl's eyes closed, long lashes fluttering, as Virginia let her fingers meander to the inner, sensitive thigh flesh and trace lightly to the taut bulge of Jade's cunt-mound through her incredibly tight jeans.
Jade brought her hands to the hem of her top, slowly peeling it upward. As her arms reached over her head, her newly exposed boobs lifted saucily, her tiny nipples tilted slightly upwards in their rigidity. She let arms fall back to her sides, now naked to the waist, and her fits bobbled deliciously in reaction.
Virginia saw this. She reached out one slim-fingered hand and pressed it to one firm mound, savoring its softness even as she felt the hardness of the blood-engorged nipple rasping against her open palm.
Virginia realized that Jade's fits were larger than they'd seemed at first. It was, as with Chad's huge prick, the perfect proportioning of her body that had misled the red-headed girl.
She curled her long fingers about the outer edges of Jade's boob, squeezing carefully. The Chinese girl's breath softly hissed through slightly parted lips and her tit heaved into Virginia's gripping hand.
Slowly, then, Jade knelt up on the waterbed. She reached to her own waist and undid her jeans, then began peeling them downward. Her thighs, slowly becoming uncovered, were alabaster pale and perfectly smooth, and her tight little cunt was topped with a neatly cropped bush of soft raven-black hair. The beaver was restricted only to her cunt-mound, and it had been carefully thinned so that the tiny lips of her sweet little pussy were clearly visible through the feathering of black hair. It looked absolutely delicious to Virginia.
Jade shifted herself to remove the jeans completely, and then stood at the side of the big waterbed. Virginia looked up at her, letting her eyes feast on the petite, doll-like perfection of Jade's proud young body.
Virginia reached up with both hands, gripping
Jade's tiny waist. She pulled the Chinese girl to the bed atop her, and Jade let herself lay stretched out on Virginia. They were almost face to face. The tips of Jade's arousal-curled toes just barely reached Virginia's slender ankles. Jade's long, slim legs were a light weight atop Virginia's more fully curved ones. Jade's carefully cropped little beaver was pressed firmly against Virginia's fiery cunt curls. The Chinese girl's flat little tummy heaved and contracted above Virginia's own taut stomach and abdomen. Virginia's large, firm tits were slightly crushed by the pressure of Jade's smaller, but still ample mounds of fresh tit-flesh.
Virginia tilted her head down to meet Jade's upwards offered lips, kissing the shorter, more slender Chinese girl. Her hands came up and gently caressed the length of Jade's torso, starting with the hard, tightly molded mounds of her taut ass-cheeks, moving slowly over the smooth indentation at the small of her back, upwards over the gradual flare of her back to the feminine smoothness of the Chinese girl's shoulders. Virginia brought her fingers up into the rich softness of Jade's silken black hair even as Jade began to run her own knowing fingers through the soft wonder of Virginia's thick red tresses.
For long moments, their mouths were glued wetly together, their tongues dueling and ex ploring. Suddenly, her breath coming with harsh quickness, Jade pulled away and moved to one side of Virginia, kneeling up beside the taller red-headed woman. She bent over Virginia's creamy flesh and began pressing her softly puckered lips to Virginia's upper chest and began moving lower.
Virginia groaned and arched upwards as Jade's lips found the yielding resilience of her big jugs. The Chinese girl's hands were constantly moving, caressing and exploring all of the rich curves of Virginia's upper body even as her open mouth was descending over each of Virginia's hugely swollen, sensitive nipples.
Jade was filling her mouth with the feast of Virginia's turgid tit-tips, closing her teeth with expert care about the outer edges of each areola. She sucked on Virginia's nipples urgently, like a hungry infant, and all of the time her lithe tongue was moving speedily around and around the blood-engorged points.
Within moments, Virginia found herself reduced to a moaning bundle of sexually aroused nerves, writhing and shuddering as wave after wave of hedonistic pleasure ripped through her vibrant form.
Jade moved her mouth lower, slowly reversing herself. Her lips were grazing over Virginia's tensely heaving belly down to her flat abdomen, moving ever closer to Virginia's cunt. At the same time, Jade was thrusting her slim hips back at Virginia's flushed face.
Virginia found her vision focusing on the slim, swollen lips of Jade's cunt as they peeked back at her from within the tightly closed flesh of the Chinese girl's smooth thighs. Jade's pussy-lips glistened in the light of the room, lightly covered with a thin film of pussy-cream.
She watched as that delectable little ass was pushed back farther and farther towards her face. Virginia could feel Jade's rapidly moving lips drifting down past her hipbones to the sensitive inner flesh of her upper thighs, the Chinese girl's deft fingers slowly separating her lushly curved thighs.
Jade's tight little ass-cheeks were slowly separating and closing again as the Chinese girl wriggled her butt backwards, revealing and then concealing the tightly puckered ring of her asshole.
Virginia could restrain herself no longer. She reached down and forward with both hands, grasping Jade's childishly slim hips even as Jade's lips moved to the outer edges of Virginia's red-haired pussy-flesh and her tongue began laying and tracing the sensitive outer flanges of the red-headed girl's blood-swollen gash.
Virginia urged the girl up. Jade lifted one leg and then lowered it so that her soft, slender thighs were neatly straddling Virginia's sex-flushed face. Just as Virginia leaned her head up, intent on sampling the luscious feast of Jade's. cunt, she felt the Chinese girl's hot breath on her own already thoroughly heated cunt-flesh.
Virginia's head fell back to the bed. She was gasping and moaning for breath as the strength drained from her. Jade's mouth had dropped down onto her gash, and her soft lips were clamped tightly to Virginia's swollen cunt.
The Chinese girl's tongue was moving rapidly up and down between the tightly pressed outer lips of Virginia's pussy, hitting and searing all of the sensitive nerve endings covering the slick, blood swollen flesh. From lime to time, the tip of Jade's tongue was just barely grazing the tip of Virginia's stiffly erected clitoris, and when that happened, Virginia's legs tensed and her hips humped upward, driving her pussy still farther into the Chinese girl's eagerly receptive mouth.
Jade was eating Virginia's cunt out with an enthusiasm and expertise that Virginia had only rarely encountered before, and for herself, Virginia could reciprocate only by pressing her own lips to the soft inner flesh of Jade's head-straddling thighs. Her passionate arousal from Jade's hungrily munching mouth seemed to be sucking the strength from the rest of the redhead's ripely curved body, and she couldn't bring herself to so much as lift her head to Jade's beckoning little pussy.
So instead, Virginia simply reached up with her long, sinuous arms and embraced Jade about her hips and ass and pulled the beautiful Chinese girl's pussy to her mouth.
Virginia opened her lips wide and sucked on all of Jade's delicious cunt. The Chinese girl's quim was clean and fresh-tasting, and Virginia sucked and licked hungrily. Virginia let her teeth close lightly onto the soft, sensitive cunt-flesh and felt the answering surge of passionate tension course through Jade's delightful young body.
Even as Virginia licked up and down over the entire area of Jade's labes, she felt the raven-haired girl pushing her vixen tongue into her own pussy. The slick invader wriggled and explored nimbly, searching all of Virginia's tightly contracting cunt-walls she could reach and at that moment, it seemed to Virginia that Jade's pink tongue was reaching all the way up to her womb.
At the same time, Virginia began trying to push her own tongue into Jade's slick fuck-tunnel. She managed to get the tip of her tongue between the outer labes of the Chinese girl's tight cunt with relative ease though she was still surprised to find them so constricted but when her tongue pushed beyond, towards the tighter inner labes, Virginia found herself momentarily stymied by the extreme tightness. But then, using all of the cunning and expertise she'd gathered over her years of uninhibited sexuality, Virginia managed somehow to get the very tip of her wet tongue into Jade's cunt-hole.
Jade tensed above her, her mouth closing on Virginia's cunt and her tongue moving like a vibrator across the redhead's stiff clitoral shaft. Jade's cunt clamped down, grasping the slick invader with amazing power and gripping it as if it were a male prick. But Virginia warn 't to be denied. She pushed her tongue into Jade's quim as far as it would go, lapping up all of the honey-sweet cunt-cream she could get, and wondering how Jade could ever possibly accept a hard male cock into her spasming cunt-hole. The first throes of an orgasm washed through Virginia and then she felt Jade shifting above her.
Or, more accurately, Virginia felt Jade being shifted. Because, just as Virginia was changing the angle of her own head so as not to lose contact with Jade's delicious cunt, something big and insistent was pushed past her eyes and nose and mouth against the tiny lips of Jade's tasty snatch.
Chapter Twelve
No, his cock will never fit! Virginia thought. But at the same time, a strange inner desire to see that enormous prick penetrating Jade's excruciatingly tight little pussy was rising through her aroused body, and Virginia contented herself with a continuation of her licking and nibbling and sucking of Jade's quim but with open eyes, so as to see Chad attempting to fuck Jade.
Virginia felt Chad's dick bulge downward against her nose and lips as he pressed it forward against the unyielding gash. Instinctively, she reached her tongue upward and traced the bottom of that huge prick briefly, rapidly. She heard Chad's groan of arousal, felt his prick shake as he shuddered in response to the sensations, and knowing of his arousal turned her on still more.
Chad pushed his huge cock against Jade's tiny pussy-lips again and again, with what Virginia was sure had to be painful insistence but still, the tight folds of cunt-flesh refused to yield.
With every heave of his loins, the battering ram of Chad's oversized cock slammed against the sensitive flesh surrounding Jade's childishly small cunt and as he persisted, it brought forth an answering surge of tension through the Chinese girl's exquisitely formed body. Virginia could tell that his cock was hurting Jade.
And yet, at the same time, the secretions from Jade's delectable quim seemed, if anything, to be increasing. She wondered, briefly, if Jade was masochistic in some ways, that she actually craved painful penetration by such a big-cocked man.
"Hlp, Dmmt!" Chad mumbled, or something like it. Virginia's ears were muffled by Jade's ivory sleek, downy warm thighs and she couldn't quite understand Chad's urgent words.
"Help, dammit!" he repeated, louder, and Virginia heard the words and the lust clearly. Eagerly, she complied.
She reached up with her tongue to the outer folds of Jade's pussy. Chad had his prick pressed powerfully against the labes, with an unrelenting pressure. Virginia managed to insinuate her tongue between the prick-compressed cunt-lips, and worked each aside from the massive knob flattening it.
Her eyes wide open and staring at the lascivious sight less than two inches away, Virginia saw Jade's tiny snatch-mouth stretched impossibly taut about the very tip of Chad's huge, purplish cock-head and suddenly wondered if it were possible to force such a monster of a cock into such a tiny space without causing actual, physical damage. Virginia returned to her oral ministrations on Jade's still throbbing, still drooling pussy and clitoris.
Suddenly, Virginia felt a spasm of utter pleasure race through her curvaceous body. Jade, totally abandoned to her own lusts, had dropped her mouth with extra force onto Virginia's cunt and was sucking it as if determined to turn her fuck-tunnel inside out, as if she planned to drink up the jizz Chad had deposited there just hours before, as if determined to suck all of Virginia's innards out through her cunt.
Virginia's legs stiffened and shook, her toes curled, as the throes of yet another come exploded through her thoroughly aroused young body. Without thinking, she glued her lips over Jade's pert, hardened clitoral button and sucked on it, all the time whipping the tip of her tongue back and forth over the hypersensitive tip of the stiff little love nubbin.
Suddenly, then. Chad drove forward. His rocklike hard-on bent more and more and then abruptly straightened. The head of his prick crammed itself fully into Jade's cunt-hole.
The Chinese girl screamed shrilly at the agony of the penetration. With her mouth pressed tightly against Virginia's twat, the scream seemed to reverberate through all of the redhead's insides, sending shudders of pleasure through her. Jade's legs slipped more widely apart and she collapsed atop Virginia's ample curves with her cock engorged cunt dropping right into Virginia's wide-open mouth.
Chad let himself fall slightly forward, keeping the gigantic head of his horse-cock locked inside Jade's horribly stretched cunt. Maintaining the connection was made somewhat easier by the excruciating grip of that undersized cunt on his prick.
Virginia felt Jade's entire body slipping forward slightly, pushed by the lunging of Chad's cock. She watched as another half inch of the potent rod slid between Jade's agonized little cunt-lips and into the gripping clutches of the Chinese girl's tight fuck-hole.
Virginia thought of what it must be like to have such an oversized prick ramming up inside her cunt, and the only way she could so much as guess at the sensation was to imagine herself taking on a cock fully fourteen inches long and perhaps three inches in diameter while having someone lick and nibble at her own clitoris and cause the spastic contractions along the length of her own fuck-tunnel at the same time. Just the momentary thought of what that would be like sent a reflexive shudder of fear and pleasure through her body.
Chad pushed again; another inch of his giant cunt-reamer drove into Jade's body. The darling Chinese girl again screamed, the sound trailing off into a moan as she felt that oversized dick driving up into her cunt and belly. Virginia could feel Jade's tits as they heaved against her own taut belly, the rigid spikes of Jade's tiny nipples rasping against her sensitive stomach flesh.
Virginia sucked on Jade's clitoris, sucked on it as if it were cock, sucked on it as if she wanted to milk it of cum. Jade shook and writhed atop of her under the twin stimuli of Virginia's rapidly working lips and tongue and Chad's dick.
Virginia felt Chad shift above her and then felt Jade's slender hips pushed down. She slipped her own hands up higher on Jade's body and encountered Chad's huge paws, powerfully gripping the Chinese girl's slim, almost prepubescent hips.
No, she thought, he couldn't he doesn't dare!
He did.
Holding Jade in place, pinning her, preventing any manner of escape, Chad began to press forward with still more pressure, this time without a moment's relenting or variation in his effort.
Bit by bit, by torturous fractions of an inch, his great, throbbing prick-shaft slipped up between Jade's tautly stretched cunt-lips and into the inner chamber of her tight little quim. Virginia could feel Jade tensing and the steady swell of the lovely girl's firm young tits as she sucked in a long, slow breath.
More and more of that huge prick drove forward. Virginia fancied that she could, too, could feel the progress of the gigantic knob as it pressed up into Jade's belly, that the distension of that overgrown nut was bulging right through Jade's tiny, flat abdomen like a club being pushed beneath a tight piece of cloth, and as she again imagined what it would be like to have such a proportionately oversized prick moving inside her own sensuous cunt, yet another orgasmic surge began to well up inside her and roil through her overheated young body.
This time Virginia's legs came up, her thighs closing about the sides of Jade's head and clamping onto it with ferocious strength, holding her mouth and nose tightly against her own red-fringed pussy.
Jade's lips opened against Virginia's cunt, the long inhalation of breath finally expelled as a scream, a single syllable of babbling pleasure and pain that was absolutely unintelligible and at the same time perfectly comprehensible, because it expressed all of the myriad sensations coursing through Jade's slender frame.
As if that were his signal, Chad chose that moment for the final heave of his massive, virile loins. He shifted the grip of his hands upwards, to Jade's waist just above the gentle protuberances of her slender, girlish hips and then jabbed forward. and down with all of his potent strength.
Virginia's eyes widened as she . watched the underside of that thick, pipe-like prick-shaft sliding with increasing speed between the lips of Jade's tiny cunt. It seemed as if Jade's snatch should long since, have been filled to bursting, and yet still more of Chad's quim-busting prick was driving into Jade's receptive cunt.
Virginia thrilled with pleasure and excitement as she felt the heavy brush of Chad's oversized balls on her forehead. He had almost all of his dick inside the Chinese girl and Virginia suddenly wanted to see all of it crammed inside Jade, every inch, to the very hairs and balls.
Totally consumed by her own voracious appetites, Virginia reached up and put her hands atop Chad's on Jades s minuscule waist. Grunting with exertion, she pulled the Chinese girl's tense, shuddering form down and back, pushing Jade's childlike cunt towards Chad.
Chad timed his own final stroke, and Virginia could feel his powerful fingers beneath her own, digging into the tight flesh of Jade's waist as he pulled her slim hips back towards him.
For a moment, there was no progress and then, with a sudden, impetuous rush, the last three inches of that massive cock shot home into Jade's hot, well-stretched cunt.
This time, the Chinese girl's reaction was overwhelming.
Jade's body bowed upwards. Her long, slender legs lifted up and tightened about Chad's waist. Her chest and shoulders lifted and with hysterical strength, she jerked her head free of Virginia's gripping thighs.
She screamed, screamed as if she were being cut open, as if she were a surgical patient in the days before anaesthesia a scream that chilled Virginia's guts, and undulated, a scream that was a grouping of strange and unfamiliar syllables. Virginia guessed dimly that they were in Jade's native language.
But she had it. Jade had every last inch of Chad's hugely overhung dung crammed into her tight little pussy. Virginia was certain that the head and at least a part of Chad's immense prick was actually inside Jade's womb, throbbing and pulsating there with potent, masculine power and virile strength.
At last, Jade went limp; falling back down onto Virginia's cushioning curves.
Jade's hips jerked slightly, cautiously, as a sudden current of subtle pleasure began to wash through her, and Virginia felt the steady sobbing of the Chinese girl slow, only to be replaced by sudden, sharp gasps of arousal as again and again Virginia found the ultra sensitive tip of her slowly re-erecting clitoris with her tongue tip.
Only then did Chad begin pressing back in. This time, though the readmission of his huge piece of male meat was still difficult, it was obviously easier for Jade and not completely unaccompanied by some pleasures at the stretching. It helped greatly that Virginia never stopped her mouthy ministrations over Jade's cute little cunt and clitoral trigger.
Chad pushed his cock back in more quickly, the obstruction of Jade's cervix barely causing him to hesitate. Virginia felt Jade tense and suck in a sharp, pained breath as Chad's immense cock-head drove into her womb. But then the delicious Chinese girl had again relaxed her pained tension, and Virginia felt the shapely pressure of Jade's tits as they swelled and heaved against her own abdominal area and the tight points of Jade's oddly tiny pink nipples as they erected with hot, excited blood once more. She redoubled her efforts to pleasure the almost hairless area about Jade's tightly stretched, widely split little cunt slit.
Chad pulled back again, almost completely withdrawing his prick and this time there was no hesitation before he again jammed it back inside Jade's cunt-hole.
And this time, Jade lifted her own slim hips and pushed her pert ass backwards to meet his thrust. It was not a great or enormous response, but it was well-pronounced and Virginia could feel Jade's lips pressing against the insides of her legs, against the soft, sensitive upper flesh of her inner thighs. The kisses Jade was lavishing ever closer to Virginia's bright-red cunt were feathery, and only served to heighten Virginia's rapidly approaching peak as the Chinese girl's lips drew ever closer to Virginia's hungrily gaping cunt.
Jade was mumbling something, a monosyllable that sounded wonderfully acquiescent and willing. Virginia wasn't sure what the word was, but she took a good, well-educated guess: YES!
Chad lengthened his fuck-strokes, speeded them up. His cock was pumping in and out of Jade's gripping pussy easily now, and Virginia's face was being massaged with the weighty brush of his big nuts as they swung forward with his stroking.
For herself, Virginia could easily feel the rippling of that huge prick as it rushed back and forth, in and out between the lips of Jade's cunt. Virginia had her own mouth pressed tightly to Jade's gash and clitoris, and she felt Jade shuddering and jerking her slender, girlish hips in response to the now pleasurable reaming of her little cunt by the giant cock.
Faster and faster, Chad was fucking his prick in and out, in and out, as if he were hoping to chum all of Jade's delicious pussy-juice into some rare and special savory butter. The little Chinese girl's gasps and moans and heavings were becoming more urgent, and she was actually screwing her tiny cunt back and up to meet each of Chad's powerful lunges.
The words were called out loudly, piercingly, and Virginia felt Jade shake and quiver as the Chinese girl shuddered through the throes of a powerful, draining orgasm. Jade fastened her sweet, lush mouth over Virginia's ditty and sucked on it urgently, and Virginia responded with another orgasm of her own.
Again, Jade's scream was one of pleasure and without any hint of the pain she'd suffered just moments before. The tone of her shrill turned Virginia on still more, but she couldn't help wondering what it was that Jade was calling out so loudly.
Now Jade was twisting her hips, jabbing her cunt back and up at Chad as fast as he could throw it to her. Virginia, though, didn't want to relinquish that yummy cummy from her mouth, and she gripped Jade's pert little ass-cheeks with strong fingers, pulling her down and into her own mouth again, sucking and licking and even nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
Jade tensed again but this time it was with ecstasy.
She screamed it right into Virginia's red-hot cunt, because Jade was sucking and licking Virginia's quim in reciprocal oral caress. Virginia came again and again but it was almost irrelevant to her, because she totally caught up in the challenge and pleasure of providing Jade's flaming passions with stilt more fuel. She locked her lips over Jade's cuntal area or as much of it as she could reach around Chad's prick-shaft piston and went at it with everything she had.
Chad suddenly lunged, burying all of his prick inside Jade's quim, and held himself there. Virginia nuzzled her nose between the heavy orbs of his nuts, trying to provide Chad with extra pleasure even as his big balls leaped and jerked within his scrotal sac, At the same time, Virginia was gripping Jade's clitoris between her pursed lips, flicking her tongue madly over the tip of that stiff button.
She knew that Jade was coming, coming like a freight train on a straightaway, that the Chinese girl's already tight cunt was clamping down on Chad's oversized, spasming prick with vise-grip power, that deep, deep inside Jade's fuck-tunnel the tip of Chad's prick was spurting hot thick, abundant jizz all over the Chinese girl's womb walls, that Jade's spastically rippling cunt was almost literally sucking the gooey sperm from Chad's cock, milking it completely dry.
Finally, Chad sagged, his balls giving a few last, wrenching, dry-humping heaves inside his wrinkly, expanding scrotum. His prick was just starting to limp en and shrivel, and Virginia could taste the overflow of his cum as it began to seep out around the base of his huge cock where it still mightily stretched Jade's pussy-lips.
But still, Jade was coming. Even as the Chinese girl was feeling that immense prick shrivel inside her, she was yet receiving the benefit of Virginia's expertise in sexual pleasures.
Jade stiffened, tensed, bowing up and off Virginia's body and began to shake like one having a seizure. Her hips began to shudder and vibrate, battering down against Virginia's mouth almost painfully.
Then, abruptly, as if she were a motor that had been switched off, Jade went limp.
She sagged atop Virginia, her heaving, sobbing breaths slowing to normalcy as consciousness left the slender young Chinese girl.
Chad pulled back, the still considerable length of his limpening dick sliding suckingly from between the yet constricted lips of Jade's reflexively clutching cunt. His big cock was still inordinately thick, and as he pulled it out, the broad, upper back of it rubbed against the sensitive expanse of pink flesh between Jade's pussy-lips and her cute little asshole. The lower swell of his prick chafed Jade's still swollen clitoris, and the beautiful, petite raven-haired girl's slender hips shuddered as yet another wave of pleasure washed through her unconscious, nubile young frame.
Chad sank back onto his heels, barely able to find the strength to hold himself upright, while Virginia slid herself out from beneath Jade's spent form. She suddenly realized that her own legs and thighs were shaking with the after-effects of the multiple orgasms she'd undergone.
As Virginia sat up on the waterbed, Chad let himself fall over. He curled slowly into an oversized fetal ball and closed his eyes. Almost instantly, he was asleep.
Virginia donned her still damp clothes and let herself out. She cabbed it back to her apartment, and once there fell almost immediately into bed and a deep sleep. She dreamed, and when she awoke, her mind's eye still swirled with memory! dream images of what she'd experienced the day before.
Chapter Fourteen
It was a struggle for Virginia to prod herself from her bed when the alarm went off next morning. Like a zombie, she dressed, ate a light breakfast and went to the IRT-Lexington Avenue Downtown Express. There, she fought her way into the subway car along with the rest of the pressing throng. She got off the train at Wall Street and made her way to her office building, grabbing a container of coffee from the Horn & Hardot on the way in.
There was little work for her that morning. Virginia was a secretary and her boss was away. She was bored, and it was difficult for her to stay awake till her regular Monday luncheon date with her girl friend, Patrice. She left her office at noon and hurried down towards Water Street and the restaurant.
As always, she told her experiences to her girl friend in complete, detailed, living Technicolor accuracy.
"What do you think?" she asked when she'd finished her tale.
Patrice shook her head slowly, thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sure it s not the first time they've done that. It sounds like they're a team at it. And I'm positive that Jade does have a masochistic streak in her. Obviously it was tough for her to take all Chad's cock inside but just as obviously, she most certainly knew in advance it would go the way it did."
"I think you're fight," Virginia said.
"Heard from any more of them?"
"No, not yet," Virginia answered. "I have to pay another fee for more introductions."
"And?"
Virginia smiled with girlish lechery. "You bet I'm going to."
Patrice seemed genuinely glad for Virginia. The afternoon went even more slowly for Virginia. She decided to leave early, at four-thirty.
There was an envelope in her mailbox. The return address was Fun-Mate.
Virginia kicked off her shoes, dropped her handbag and settled comfortably onto her sofa. She opened the letter and read it. It contained the name, address and phone number of a man who'd been determined as a good match for her by Fun-Mate.
Virginia frowned. What was going on? She'd only paid for one contact Jeff and had already gotten an extra one with Chad.
She decided to call.
"Fun-Mate. May I help you?"
"Yes," Virginia said into the phone. She explained her confusion.
"One moment, please."
Virginia waited. The woman came back onto the phone.
"Thank you for waiting. The contact fees for the first two gentlemen were paid by the gentlemen who called you. The match you've just received is your first contact."
"Ohhhh, I see," Virginia said. "Okay, then. Thank you."
"Our pleasure," the woman answered and Virginia then hung up. There was something naggingly familiar about the girl's voice on the phone, but she couldn't even come close to placing it.
Virginia swept it out of her mind and decided to give her match-up a call, just on the chance that he might be home.
He was.
"Hello!" she quickly re-read his name from the letter. "Burt. My name is Virginia. Fun-Mate said we'd have a good time together."
They spoke for almost twenty minutes. Burt had a low, sensual baritone, and his every word was carefully enunciated. They decided to meet that night for dinner at his place. Burt lived on Perry Street in the West Village.
"I'll cook us something very French, very delicious and very satisfying," he said.
Virginia lay down and rested for about an hour. At six she got up and took a bath, then changed into a pant suit she favored. It was one of the currently fashionable patchwork styles, and she knew she looked exceptionally good in it. She left her gorgeous hair loose and long, streaming down over her shoulders.
It was a pleasant evening. Virginia decided to walk it.
She reached his house at exactly seven-thirty.
Virginia went up the eight steps of the sandstone stoop to the doorway, intent on locating Burt's buzzer. There was only one.
She pressed it. At moment later, the doorbell hummed and she pushed it inward and stepped into the hall. Once inside, her suspicion was confirmed: He owned the entire building.
Burt stepped out into the hail, and met her. But high from the wine. And she was feeling something else, too: There was an insistent throbbing in her crotch. Her cunt was blazing hot, and she could feel the tickle of damp moisture between the blood-engorged lips. She was almost constantly fighting back the urge to reach down and nib her twat.
Burt opened a cabinet and brought over a tray containing a number of small bottles. One by one, he named the contents of each but skipped over the last, an unlabeled bottle of clear liquid.
"What's that one?" she asked.
"Oh, well, have you ever had anisette?"
She nodded.
"Well, this is called absinthe. Anisette is a poor imitation of anisette. Would you like to try some, lovely lady?"
She nodded. Instead of the gesture being graceful, it became a drunken tilt. She giggled at the realization of her own tipsiness.
Burt smiled patronizingly and poured her a small glass of the clear liquid. It had a faint greenish tinge to it and a potent aroma.
"Come, let us return to the living room," Burt invited. "You look a bit flushed."
"Why, that's a very good idea," she said, conscious and uncaring that her words were slightly slurred. Burt offered her his arm. She stood and staggered just a little against the edge of the table.
Burt was smiling, still, as if her drunkenness was something pleasantly amusing.
"Ohhhhh that feels good!" Virginia said sincerely as she fell heavily onto the sofa. "That dinner was scrumptious," she said, hugging herself. "Burt, I'm just a little warm a little high, too." She giggled. "So if you don't mind..."
Without waiting for any reply, she unbuttoned her pant suit jacket and slipped out of it. She wore a lightweight turtleneck top beneath it and, as always, she was braless. She looked down at the firm jutting thrust of her large tits and noted that her nipples were quite clearly swollen under the fabric.
She looked up again. Burt was out of the room. She was no longer able to resist the impulse. Virginia reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt-mound with the fingers of one hand, sighing deeply at the pressure on her clitoris and swollen pussy-lips. She was so hot, so turned on. She wished Burt would make some kind of a pass at her. If his expertise in the sack matched his knowledge in the kitchen...
She stopped, suddenly, and glanced around. Still no sign of Burt. Quickly, she drained the last of the absinthe from her glass and put it back on the coffee table. Again she glanced around. No Burt. Giggling softly, slyly, Virginia rubbed her pussy through her pants with enthusiasm, thinking to give herself a quick come before Burt came back.
She leaned her head back as the pleasures boiled through her body. Her eyes closed and that was oddly restful. She knew she should open her eyes to the room in case he returned, but she couldn't think of a good reason to do it . .
Chapter Fifteen
Virginia awoke to find herself bound.
"What the" she began, tongue and lips thick with the alcohol she'd ingested earlier. She was staring up at a huge mirror, and she could see that she was naked, spread-eagled, on a black surface. She could see four faint beams of light from the far corners of the room twisting her head she could see the spotlights themselves all converging on her. Her creamy flesh and bright-red hair sone almost luminously against the black background, and she could feel the silky texture of the sheet beneath her.
"Ahhhh, so you've rejoined us."
She turned and tried to see Burt, but he was hidden in the blackness of the room beyond the area lit with the spots.
"What what are you going to do?" she asked, voice trembling with fear. Was he going to whip her? Beat her? What?
"Well, anticipation may be the better part of pleasure, my dear, but I think I'd prefer to surprise you as we go along."
She caught her lower lip between her even white teeth.
"But don't worry, my dear, lovely, red-headed lady you won't be hurt. Oh my my no, you won't be hurt at all," and his voice trailed off into delighted chuckles.
He was nuts, she decided, totally, raving, absolutely bonkers and she had called him!
But still, her cunt was throbbing, aching, her pussy drooling with excitement. She looked up at her reflection again and her eyes telescoped in on the sight of her wide-open snatch. She could make out the stiffened, aroused bud of her clitoris and, seeing it, the arousal rose through her still more powerfully and almost against her will.
What's the matter with me? Why do I feel so fucking horny?
She tensed as she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened followed by the rustle of clothes being shed.
"Are you familiar with absinthe, my dear?" Burt's disembodied voice asked.
"N-No."
"Hehehehehe" More rustling. "Well, absinthe is a liqueur that's been banned in most of the civilized countries of the world. It has aphrodisiac powers, documented effects. Very potent."
Her eyes widened.
"It received a bad rap, to use the vernacular, some years ago and was subsequently banned. It causes no physiological damage, though. Let me assure you, at least, of that.
"And when fine wines and certain foods are ingested in precise quantities. He broke off into chuckles again. "Let us say that the absinthe was an optional item, that even without it, you were undoubtedly feeling some arousal. Is that so?"
She nodded uncertainly.
"Ahh, yes. Well, it's always good to be reassured that one hasn't lost one's touch, shall we say? Indeed." And then he stepped forward.
Virginia stared. He was incredibly skinny, barely more than a skeleton. He was also totally hairless and his skin was so pale that he looked about three days dead and ready for the maggots. He wore only a towel like affair, cinched about his waist, that reached down to the midpoint of his bony thighs.
"Let us begin," he said, as if he were about to prepare a meal.
Burt bent and from somewhere beneath the bed withdrew a black satin covered pillow. It wasn't tufted at all, but was a single rectangular bulge of cushioned fabric. As he climbed up onto the bed beside her, Virginia tried to push her thighs shut but couldn't. The bonds tying her were expertly measured. They held her legs completely straight out and spread, without pain but without slack, either. With surprising strength, he slipped one bony arm beneath her delicious ass-cheeks and lifted her crotch, then pushed the pillow beneath.
Now she was arched up backwards from the bed, with her cunt and inner thighs offered towards the mirror on the ceiling.
"Ah, perfection, perfection," Burt muttered, as if appraising a souffle just removed from the oven.
She shivered in mixed apprehension and arousal.
Once again he bent, and Virginia heard a drawer sliding open. The bed, she guessed, was a platform bed and the frame contained drawers.
What was in those drawers, she couldn't guess. That she would find out about their contents was, however, a certainty.
Burt straightened, and in the mirror, Virginia saw her expression change from one of fear to puzzlement. Of all things in the world that he might have held, Burt was clasping a long feather, an ostrich plume, dyed bright, shocking red.
Her vision focused on the tip of the feather as if weaved cobra-like through the air over her. She was oddly fascinated by it, and she watched distantly as the feather dipped slowly downward over her lushly curved nakedness. on the bed.
It never reached her.
Instead, she felt the soft breath of moving air on her warm flesh as the feather glided above her, displacing the air so that it, and not the feather, caressed her. It started just above her forehead, and she closed her eyes as it flowed smoothly downward, over her face and her throat, over her upper chest and the firm thrust of her tit jugs, over the inviting expanse of her flat stomach and taut abdomen, over the smooth swell of her red beaver, over the sleekness of her upper thighs, over her long slim legs to her feet and then back up over her body.
Again, the plume moved over her, this time still lower. She could feel just the lightest, most feathery of touches on her hypersensitive flesh as the very ends of the feather traced over her skin. She felt as if every single filament were finding her nerves, fancying that she could actually feel each one individually. Burt's control of the feather was masterful, always slow and constant, never varying. She could hear the sound of her breath in the utter silence, somehow louder than normal to her ears, and she - could hear the gradual, subtle but unmistakable arousal creeping into it.
Still again the feather traveled over her, even lower, and this time it was brushing over her fully. She sucked in a sharp breath as the feather touched her throat, her aching, swollen nipples, her abdomen, her pubes, her thighs.
She grunted as the feather brushed up along the inside of one tautly stretched thigh to the edge of her wet beaver. There he hesitated for the first time but only to lift the gripped edge of the feather till the plume was rising vertically between her legs. He drew it painstakingly slowly upward, and a million gentle, knowing fingers rippled over her swollen pussy-lips and clitoris.
Virginia exhaled sharply, her hips humping upwards just slightly in response to that stimulus. Sensations were exploding through her pussy. She caught sight of her own reflected image in the huge mirror overhead and felt arousal rising through her still higher. She felt like a voyeur, watching some lovely woman being aroused to fever pitch while at the same time having precisely the same caresses lavished upon herself.
Now Burt was adopting a different tack. Only the tip of the plume was touching her, gliding over her like a feathery aircraft, following the contours of her rich body, dipping from time to time to skim the peaks of her tits, the valley of her thighs, the smoldering volcano of lusty passion in her cunt.
Within moments, Virginia was groaning, almost sobbing with her excitement. She was writhing or tried to as well as she could within the confines of the bonds securing her feet and hands in place. Her knockers heaved irregularly as she responded to the powerful sensations washing through her ever more thoroughly excited body.
He traced the tip of the feather about the swollen nutshell dome of her nipple. Virginia gasped, thrusting the fit upward. She wanted it to be touched, yes, teased, yes but she needed to have it sucked, powerfully, laved and bitten by a man s mouth. As it was, she was being brought to a violin-string tension and without the release she craved so urgently.
The plume moved to the other boob, again lightly grazing the hardened, reddish-brown mass of her hypersensitive nipple.
Virginia thought she was going to lose her mind completely.
The feather moved upwards. Catlike, she arched her head back, offering the smooth, graceful line of her throat to the feathery touch. Burt wasted no time or enthusiasm in taking her up on the offer. She writhed as the feather tip moved upward over the exact center line of her arched, drawn throat, reacting as if the touch were at her clitoral shaft and not on her neck. She'd never had any idea that she was so sensitive there, though she'd always been quickly aroused by the press of hot male kisses against the hollow at the base of her throat but that had always been merely a stopping off place on the way to the magnificent swells of her creamy jugs.
This time, though, that point at the base of her throat was receiving lavish attention in its own fight and was responding gratefully by sending electric shocks of pleasure through her.
When the tip of the feather began to touch just barely touch the soft flesh of her cheeks and follow the lust-tensed line of her jaw up to her shell-like ears, Virginia was sure that she'd been drugged. That could be, she thought, the only possible explanation for the incredibly intense sensations radiating outward from the point of the feather's touch.
The feather moved to the other side, its journey there an exact duplicate of its first, and the knowing of each next move only made her anticipate the more and crave the greater and respond the more intensely. But then, without any other warning, the feathery caress stopped, was taken away from her.
She lay there on the bed, a tensely strung bundle of aroused nerves, all but screaming for continuation and release.
Suddenly, she felt the touch of the feather tip on the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Slowly, the feather moved upwards, always closer to her cunt.
By the time it reached the crease of her thigh, she was trying to open her legs still farther, thrusting her cunt upward and trying to work her body lower on the bed in a desperate effort to bring the tip of the feather into contact with her pussy and clitoris once again. But she was denied. Without any warning at all, Burt abruptly removed the slowly swinging feather tip from her flesh. Virginia cried out and moaned, a sound of sheer, animal want and frustration.
He was, she decided, a sadist but of a different sort than she'd expected. He intended to torture her by arousing her to the very bunk of orgasm but never giving her the explosive relief of which her body was capable, which she needed.
Again the feather tip descended this time to the sensitive flesh of the other thigh.
"Oh, no," she moaned, "Please, no, no, don't torture me any more!"
But he did.
Exactly as before, the slowly writhing tip of the plume danced upwards towards her cunt, this time actually grazing the outer edge of her swollen, sensitive pussy-lips before abruptly being withdrawn, to leave her once more writhing and pleading for the last stimulus she needed for her orgasm.
"Please, please," she whined, barely controlling her sobs. "Please touch my cunt, please touch it or lick it or suck. I'VE GOT TO COME!"
Her voice was a shrill shriek of pure, unadulterated lust, the last word leaving her dry lips explosively, reverberating in the darkness surrounding her spotlight star's place on the bed.
Evidently, though, as far as Burt was concerned, she wasn't yet ready. He placed the feather on the bed, between her legs, the soft tip of it high up between her soft, convulsively tensing thighs where she could just barely feel its softness against her flesh if she pulled her body down till the bonds of her wrists were restraining her with painful. resistence, and spread her legs still more, until the tics about her ankles were digging into the flesh. She tried to will herself to stretch her lower torso and pelvis, down, down but could never lower quite enough to bring that soft, foreign touch to her clitoris or even her eagerly throbbing pussy-lips.
She heard another smooth ball-bearing sound and tensed, straining to see what he was taking from the bed-drawer. With what instrument of pleasure would he torture her next?
She soon found out.
Burt's hand came into view. He was holding a vibrator in his hand a vibrating dildo.
Chapter Sixteen
Virginia's mouth gaped open and her breathing quieted as she studied the dildo. It was cock-shaped and colored, and looked as if it were made of flexible latex but she caught a glimpse of the place in the base of it where it could be opened for the insertion of batteries prior to the insertion of the dildo itself.
But it wasn't the sight of the dildo itself that made her gasp.
It was the size of it.
The dildo, she guessed, was nearly as large as Chad's dick perhaps even larger. It was easily a foot long, and looked to be fully an inch and a half in diameter. But then, as Burt brought it closer to her, she was able to appreciate its true size.
She'd been right about its length about a foot.
But she'd been wrong about the thickness.
As she saw Burt grasp it, and saw how the thumb and forefinger of his one hand failed to close about it, Virginia realized that the dildo was a good two inches or more in diameter.
She swallowed noisily as much in anticipation as anything else. This was what she needed, wanted even. What she craved most of all was a hard male cock, preferably of the same dimension and preferably possessed by a horny male with a great, torrential, drowning load of jism to be jammed to the hairs into her aching quim but she'd more than gladly settle for an imitation.
Especially since it looked as if she had no choice in the matter.
Burt brought it down low over her face. It was still, its switch yet unturned, and it was cold to her flesh as the massive knob of the false cock touched her forehead. She shivered involuntarily at the touch, and she noted, vaguely, that it was very realistic with its veins and tendons and gristly little bumps. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the caress of the phony dick.
The huge cock-head moved down over the bridge of her nose and dropped onto her slightly parted lips. She opened her mouth still wider and let her tongue lick across the knob, sliming the latex with her saliva slickness.
He pushed it forward, into her mouth a little more. She forced her lips to open in accommodation, and felt her jaws forced apart. The knob pressed almost to the back of her throat but not quite. Which was just as well. Had it been a real cock, she'd have welcomed it for with her expertise and mood of the moment, she'd have willingly sucked a male with such a prick right to the edge of ejaculation, but never quite beyond, until he finally would roar like a frustrated bull, grab her, and jam the full length of his magnificent dick into her hungrily contracting cunt.
But it was only make-believe though her lusts were not and she didn't want to strain her throat with such a parcel without hope of benefit from it.
Burt worked the dildo up and down, in and out of tier mouth, as she tightened her lips on the shaft and moved her tongue over the head, trying to pretend that it was real and that at any moment her lover would pull his huge dick out of her mouth and fuck her in the cunt with all his might.
But the dildo was suddenly withdrawn from her mouth. Virginia heard the low hum from the vibrating unit and then she nearly came up out of her skin as she felt the still-cold latex vibrate against her thighs, high up on the inner sensitive softness.
lie moved that vibrating dildo up towards her pussy, right to the edge of the jerking crease of her thigh but as with the feather, stopped and moved to the other. There he did it again, then went back to the first, back and forth, back and forth, always nearing her cunt, but never quite reaching it.
She was screaming, shrieking with anguished need. Virginia knew that if she didn't come and soon she was going to lose control of herself, that she'd go mad, crazy, in a frenzy of unsatisfied lusts.
The vibrating head of the massive dildo was gone from between her thighs and instead was moving over the soft outer swells of her magnificent tits. She groaned and desperately tried to rub her thighs together but couldn't close them because of the expertise of the bindings restricting her. Then she tried to force her cunt against the vibrating part of the dildo but Burt's quick, expert movements evaded her and she was denied even that minimal chance at orgasmic release.
He drew the vibrating head of the dildo lightly inward, with a slowly spiraling circle that followed the perimeters of her lushy heaving tits, slowly zeroing in on the turgid bull's-eyes of her nipples, but as with all else, never quite reaching them.
"Why?" she sobbed, voice catching as frustration and excitement mingled in her aroused young body. "Why? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME COME?!"
Was he doing it to avenge himself for some vicious cock-teaser he'd known? Did he hate women? Was he impotent? All of the possibilities raged through her inflamed mind, but none could satisfy the burning need yearning in her sloppily drooling cunt.
She felt the bed shifting, but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and see what the cruel madman was doing now. All she knew was that there was a sharp metallic click and the opening of yet another compartment within the bed platform and that the dildo never hesitated in its teasing movements.
She heard a strange sound, a hard sound and opened her eyes in fear.
And then opened her eyes still wider in puzzled amazement.
lie was puffing, from beneath some concealed opening inside the frame of the bed, what looked like a vacuum-cleaner hoses.
But at the end of these hoses, instead of cleaning attachments, were wide, flexible... things. She couldn't imagine what they might be. They looked like very heavy, clear plastic bags.
Slowly, Burt took each of those odd plastic sacks and opened them up to full width. They made Virginia think of flexible plastic funnels. They were shaped something like half-spheres, as if each had been a ball of clear plastic and had been cut in half and attached to hoses.
And then he fit each, in turn, over her tits.
Virginia was too stunned to do more than lie there, head tilted downward, watching in amazement as he slipped the plastic bags over her jugs, snugging the lower hem as far down over the magnificent, heaving swells of soft flesh as possible. Burt ran his fingers down over the plastic-encased fits, smoothing the wrinkles from the plastic so that the bags were tight on her tits, hugging to every last square inch of delightful surface area.
She looked up into his eyes and saw excitement glittering there. What did he want? What was he planning to do? Did he hope to milk her tits, as if she were a diary cow?
"Wh-What are you going to-" she began, but Burt gave her the answers she sought by what he did, not what he said.
Without any further warning, Burt bent, reaching over the side of the bed, and threw a concealed switch. Virginia felt the vibrations of a motor through the mattress and then she felt the plastic bags clutching closer to her fits, felt the suction as the air was pulled from within those tit-hugging sacks. She felt the already hardened domes of her nipples hardening still more, and it felt as if every inch of her gorgeous, ripe, full tits were being sucked into the mouth of some invisible giant web never needed to pause for air.
Burt reached around the side of the bed and threw another switch. The vibrations of the motor changed, then, but Virginia didn't notice; she was too busy being turned on still farther by the new actions of the sucking machine attached to her jugs.
Now the machine was sucking all of the air out of the sacks clinging to her tits with sudden surges of power, only to suddenly allow the air to rush back in. Her knockers swelled and relaxed, heaved, glowed and then paled as the alternating pressures stimulated them. Her nipples felt as if they would burst, and all of the sensations were sending messages to sheer, complete, unabashed wantonness and arousal directly to her already slobbering cunt and throbbing clitoris.
Burt hadn't forgotten that. He had not overlooked her drooling, clutching pussy. In fact, he'd had it in mind all along.
Even as he threw the switch again, once more changing the rhythm of the air pressure in the vacuum bags slicked over her tits, Burt was moving towards her cunt.
She didn't have to wait long before her lust-clouded eyes were able to make out what he planned to do in the minor's reflection. Burt had once more grasped that huge, oversized imitation cock, the vibrating dildo. Slowly, as if he were a kid with a toy plane, he was flying it through the air towards the juncture of her thighs. It clipped and soared, swooped and climbed and then glided in parallel to the surface of the bed, lower... lower...lower...
Virginia thought she was going to go mad. Her tits were being subjected to the most pleasurable, total sucking she'd ever known. But at the same time, her cunt was constructed with her arousal. Only the fact that she was so aroused, and therefore so thoroughly lubricated, enable her to accept what Burt was doing without physical damage.
For the first time, he touched her cunt directly. His fingers, nimble and knowing, spread the petal of her pussy flower. He moved the thick head of the oversized, vibrating dildo forward, fitting it between the lips of her cunt till it was securely lodged. Then, carefully, by fractions of an inch, he began to push it inward. It felt to Virginia as if her cunt-walls were going to split open from the oversized twat-reamer they were being forced to accept.
At the same time, though, the realization that she was completely helpless and being so completely aroused only made Virginia the more eager to submit totally to the dildo being forced into her fuck-hole, the more anticipatory of the pleasures to comes.
Deeper and deeper, she felt the vibrating head of the imitation cock press up into her cunt. She tensed as she felt the massively oversized knob press against her cervix and then relaxed again as it pushed beyond, into the depths of her womb. She looked up into the minor overhead, voyeur-like, watching as the lovely red-headed woman she saw there writhed and shook in response to the suction bags on her tits and the ever-deeper penetration of the huge, thick dildo.
Virginia watched the thick shaft of the false cock sliding between the voracious lips of her red-fringed pussy, feeling it at the same time as the fake dick stretched the walls of her cunt and the top of the member chafed her clitoris.
She was going to come soon, she knew it, and knowing it only made her the more certain that the explosion was going to be all-consuming. She wanted that orgasm, craved it with all of the teasing and tantali4ng that she'd endured.
But then, suddenly and without warning, the entirety of the big dildo was crammed inside her fuck-hole. She looked up at the mirror image of the bound redhead in the ceiling mirror surface and it suddenly hit her: The mirrors of mirrors of mirrors and she abruptly wondered which was the mirror and which was real and did the mirror image have life and feeling or...
"OHHHHH!..."
Her scream trailed off to a nonsensical note of pure sensation as she felt the lips of her cunt closing over the end of the dildo. She had it, all of it, twelve full inches of hard, thick, knobby, bumpy, lifelike vibrating latex dildo, shoved into her cunt.
She could feel the vibrations from it all through her hips, through the entirety of her convulsing cunt, through her clitoral shaft where it was pressed and rubbed by the youthful elasticity of her labes, even through her uterus, invaded and distended by the huge cunt-reamer even through her ass, her butt-hole, the tight passage pushed still tighter by the distension of the dildo against the cunt side of the single thin membrane separating the twin holes.
He turned it off.
It was sudden, as with everything, cruelly without warning. One moment, she was writhing and heaving within the limits of her bonds, reaching for the orgasm she'd craved so desperately throughout the session and the next, Burt had insinuated two expert and, she was certain, practiced fingers between Virginia's outer labes to reach and turn off the switch of the vibrating motor of the long latex cock.
For an instant, Virginia lay there, too stunned to move or think. But then
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'NOOOO!! Damn you, you fucking, son-of-a-bitching bastard! Damn you damn you!"
She wailed on, spluttering incredible obscenities at her captor, her torturer, venting her frustrations on him with her words and voice for what she was unable to achieve with her clenching fists.
She continued to shrill her rage at him, but all the time, Burt was climbing off the mattress and stepping back into the waiting darkness surrounding the bed. She continued her screaming and shouting. If she'd stopped for a moment, she'd have heard the sharp, metallic "click" of a switch.
As it was, the first she knew of what he was doing was when the bonds about her hands and feet tightened and she began to rise up into the air, supported only by her wrists and ankles.
For a moment, it felt as if her arms and legs would pull out of their sockets, and she screamed all the louder and more furiously for that. But the machine stopped when she was about two feet up over the surface of the bed. Her legs had been forced still farther apart by the new tension on the bonds, and looking up at her reflection, she could see the end of the dildo between her cunt-lips and for some reason, that impelled her to silence, and further arousal.
For long moments, she stared at her own reflection, increasingly turned on by what she saw. She could see the glistening drops of pussy-juice gathering and dripping from her labes. She felt herself tensing the inner, well-educated muscles of her cunt, and that caused the dildo to move within her fuck-hole, no more than a half-inch, to be sure but movement, nonetheless, and a movement that was conveyed back to the length of her cunt and cervix and womb by twelve full inches of hard dildo, thick dildo!
She felt herself starting to come, just beginning, the heated throbbing within her twat growing to an all-consuming surging and pulsing of lust that was going to overcome her, that she wanted to overcome her to which she would eagerly surrender herself completely and utterly and without reservation.
But at that moment, Burt intervened again.
From somewhere within the depths of the bed, he'd produced yet another dildo, this one less awesomely proportioned than that he'd shoved up into her cunt, but still of considerable size. It was, she guessed, a good eight or nine inches long and solidly an inch and a half in diameter. And it was gleaming in the spotlights even though it appeared to be made of the same flexible latex as the first false cock.
She suddenly realized what he intended.
"No! NO! NOOOOOOO!!"
He did, anyhow.
Burt stepped back up onto the bed, between her wide stretched legs. He had the dildo in one pale hand, and slipped to his knees. Carefully, he placed the knob of the greased dildo against the tightly puckered constriction of Virginia's asshole. She bucked and heaved with convulsive strength, suspended as she was by the four tethers bound to her ankles and wrists, but it was to no avail. Burt was well-practiced at what he was doing and was obviously determined to fuck Virginia's asshole with the big latex prick.
Virginia groaned as she felt the head of the second dildo penetrate the ring of her shitter, pressing up into her hot guts. The dildo was bigger than any cock she'd ever tried taking up the ass, and she was unsure of her ability to accept such a large reamer into her tight bung.
ting on the only fact that came readily, naturally, instinctively to her overheated mind: She wanted to milk his big balls dry of jism, all of it, to drink it dry, to feel it hot and thick and running down her throat.
Automatically, she tightened her lips and mouth and throat about his prick, treating it to exactly the same kind of powerful alternating suction and pressure as had been given her wonderfully large, firm tits since he'd fastened the plastic bags at the ends of the vacuum hoses to her jugs.
Suddenly, though, Burt pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped away from her. For a moment, Virginia could do nothing but hang there, coming and coming again, head lolling back loosely, upside down from her shoulders, her long, glorious hair hanging down almost to the bed.
But then she felt something pressing against her forehead, her nose and finally her mouth. She opened her eyes and found herself with an upside-down view of Burt's hard, throbbing prick and his enormous balls. She willingly opened her mouth and accepted the head of his prick. She tightened her lips about the depressed ring in the flange, just behind the head on the shaft, and whipped her vixen tongue over and around the soft, velvety flesh of his cock-head as if it were an ice-cream cone that had to be licked before it melted.
Finally, she sucked it farther back into her mouth. In that position, the head of his prick easily slipped past the constricting curve at the back of her throat and pushed down into her gullet.
All at once, she found herself with the base of his dick thrust up between her lips. His oversized balls were draped over her eyes and most of her forehead. She could feel them humping up and down inside the loose, fleshy sac as she varied the strength of her sucking and throat contractions on his prick.
She loved it.
For the first time since she'd arrived, since the weird encounter had begun, she felt and sensed evidence of real lust and urgency in Burt's skinny, bony body. She could hear him grunting as he hunched his hips up and down, forcing his trick in and out of her willing mouth. She could feel his hips shaking and the constant movement of his balls and most of all, she could feel the spastic throbbing of his blood and jizz-swollen cock within the suck tunnel of her throat.
"Now, bitch, now! SUCK!" he cried, in a guttural, harsh voice that she found hard to believe had come from his cultured lips and tongue.
But which, nonetheless, had the desire effect on her.
Burt's huge balls leaped and jerked within his scrotum and his dick spat great, gushing torrents of cum into Virginia's throat. She swallowed, desperately, again and again, and still there was too much of it. She began to choke and gag, and the sticky goo splattered up out of her mouth and onto her lips and the underside of Burt's pale belly and all over his balls and she was coming as she realized what it must look like, coming as she felt the machine's sucking at her always too sensitive tits and coming as she felt the twin dildos vibrating and shaking within the convulsive clutches of her asshole and cunt, and she was coming as she swallowed all of was load and found he had still more fuck-juice to drench her with, coming and coming and coming and coming...
She awoke with the awful pressure gone from her wrists and ankles. She was lying on a soft surf ace, in complete darkness.
She was clothed.
Virginia slipped her fingers beneath the waist of her slacks and panties and found that her cunt-mound was soft and fluffed, as if...
Washed?
She sat up, and suddenly gulped, fighting down a wave of nausea. Her head began to pulse painfully, and she closed her eyes in an effort to relax.
Finally, she opened her eyes again. Gingerly, she stood by the side of the bed and looked around. A soft glow was creeping down out of recessed ceiling panels.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that she was in the same room as before. The light was coming from behind the mirror.
Which, she now realized, was two-way.
"Burt?" she called, her voice a croak.
"Yes, yes, right here. Well, lovely, lady, how do you feel?"
She ignored that. "I want to get out of here," she said, trying to make her voice hard, trying to imply a threat.
"Fine. Precisely what I had in mind." The disembodied voice hesitated as if and she had a sudden chill as she thought of this as if he were talking to someone else. "Uh, yes, precisely what I had in mind. Come out, my dear."
The door of the room opened. Squinting against the steady light from beyond, Virginia made her way through that opened doorway.
Burt was standing there.
So was Chad. And Jade. And Jeff
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Virginia stood there, immobile, staring at the four of them.
"Wha-what area" The words simply wouldn't come out right.
"Come with us, my dear," Burt said. Jade took her by the hand, smiling sweetly, and the four of them led her into the elegantly appointed dining room of Burt's townhouse. They seated her at the table. Burt served a fine brandy to all of them.
And they explained.
The four of them had been friends for many years. Each had found success in his own field. Jeff was one of the city leading Realtors. Chad was one of the best copywriters in the advertising business star quality, in fact. Jade was a model, and had done a few films and when she wouldn't amplify that, Virginia quickly guessed what kind of films. Burt was a systems analysis consultant one of the best in the field.
All four of them had money.
And all four of them had something else in common, as well: voracious, almost insatiable sexual appetites, though each had his or her own peculiar bent as far as that went.
"The problem was," Jeff said, in that smooth, well-modulated voice, "that there are three of us men and only one of Jade."
"But-but didn't any of you have other girl friends?" Virginia asked.
"Oh, sure we did," Chad said. "But we believe in sharing. That usually led to problems except with Jade, here."
She smiled impishly at him and squeezed his hand on the table.
"You see," Chad said, "Jade's own proclivities run to a mild sort of masochism. She likes to be used by men and women. And she's sufficiently in touch with herself to realize that and accept it for what it is without inhibiting hang-ups."
"But that still leaves a problem," Jade said, her eyes fluttering beautifully. "After ten years of passing me around between them, so to speak, and taking them on at the same time, an element of repetition enters the group. We find each of us knows exactly how the others will react and what they'll do next. That's nice but there has to be something of the unexpected, as well, to make it truly satisfying to us."
"And that," Burt said crisply, "is why we set up Fun-Mate."
"Huh?"
Burt smiled at Virginia. "We four pooled our resources and talents and set up Fun-Mate. Oh, don't misunderstand me it does do what it says it does. We do match people up, complete strangers. But I've programmed the computer with a little something extra. We sat down and figured out exactly what kind of a person would best fit into our group and enjoy it. And then we told the computer to tell us whenever anyone like that filed an application."
"And I fit the bill, is that it?" Virginia asked. The fiery taste of the brandy had helped her recover her wits and senses the more quickly and she found herself strangely able to function in the absurd situation.
"Fit the bill?" Jade echoed and then laughed. Her laughter was like wind chimes in a breeze, soft and melodious and soon all four of them were laughing Chad suddenly saw the look of alarm on her face. "No, no, we're not laughing at you," he said.
"Certainly not, lovely lady," Burt added. "But you just made the understatement of the year. Virginia, your responses were the optimum, the best we could have hoped for. The answers you selected on your questionnaire were identical to the very ideal we had, chosen. In fact, when the computer kicked it out to us, I thought one of the others had filled out a questionnaire as a hoax. After they convinced me that you were a real person, I was certain that you'd turn out to be . . . well, certainly not as attractive as you are!"
"Well, then, what next?" Virginia asked with the boldness of the brandy.
"Well, we'd like you to join us, of course," Jade said. "I'd like it very much."
The others echoed that.
"Fine, but does it stop there?" Virginia asked. "I mean, when will you have enough in your group? I'll be the fifth member. Will there be a sixth? A seventh? How many more?"
"We don't intend to put a limit on it," Jeff said. "You see, the only ones who are recommended to us, as it were, by the computer share our personal preferences and sexual attitudes. There may, of course, be some minor differences, but they will be quite negligible. Nonetheless, if you decided to join us and I hope you will your preferences will go into the special program, so that any future names picked out for us will also meet your specifica-tions. And they will be similar to us in the same ways that you are and when they add their preferences into the special program, the names kicked out will be agreeable to all and do you see how it works?"
Virginia nodded. "Then slowly but surely, you'll have an ever-growing, ever more varied group of people involved until would it ever have to stop growing?" she asked suddenly.
"No, it won't," Burt said with quiet efficiency. "Now, what we'd like to know is. Will you join our little group?"
She thought, tipping her head to one side. "If you'll tell me one thing."
"Computasex," Jade said quickly, then blushed at her own impatience. "Well, I really do want you to join us," she explained almost defiantly.
"Computasex," Virginia repeated, rolling the syllables around on her tongue. "I think I like that."
"Then you'll join?" Jade asked hopefully.
"How could I pass it up?" Virginia answered. "Of course I'll join."
"Oh, good!"
"I think this calls for a celebration," Jeff said, smiling slyly.
"Why, I believe you're right," Burt agreed, his own smile insinuating.
Chad joined them as they all looked at Virginia with hungry eyes. She knew that look, knew it and welcomed it. Already, she could feel the familiar warmth creeping through her cunt and it wasn't dampened in the least by the touch of Jade's soft, small hand on her thigh, high up near her crotch.
"How, uh, would you like to celebrate?" Jade asked quietly, leaning her head so that she was pressing her own pale forehead to Virginia's, so that her own raven hair was mingling with Virginia's fiery-red tresses.
"Well, I think I should get an idea of what I'm getting into," Virginia replied.
Jade pressed her soft, full lips in a long, deep kiss, her vixen tongue flick-flicking out to tease and duel with Virginia's.
"Or what's getting into you," Burt corrected with a lecherous grin.
They led her out of the dining room and up two flights of stairs to the top floor of the building. There, fully half of the top floor was comprised of a singe room a bedroom.
And almost every square inch of floor space in that bedroom was covered with a gigantic, soft mattress. Overhead, a skylight looked up on the indigo sky, and for the first time, Virginia realized what the time of day was: nearly dawn.
She mentioned that to the others, and pointed out that she had to get to work.
"Oh, right, we forgot to tell you," Jade said. "You'll come to work for Fun-Mate. I do, myself, right now, manning the phones."
Virginia remembered the vaguely familiar voice that she hadn't quite been able to place.
Here and there, the single soft bed surface projected upwards in various shapes. It looked almost like a soft, abstract modem sculpture of a forest in one corner. Recessed spotlights in the ceiling cast a soft, even glow over the room.
"What should we do for this?" Chad asked.
"Ummmm.. . since it's her first time with us like this," Jade said, "let's all gang up on her." She turned to Virginia. "Think you'd like that, Virginia?"
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For an answer, Virginia slipped her arms about the exquisite Chinese girl's tiny waist and drew her close, feeling the pressure of Jade's firm, full, perfectly proportioned tits against her own sleek jugs.
Their mouths met in yet another deep kiss, but this time the contact lingered, and each did her best to excite the other by hinting at her own tongue's nimbleness in the hot, moist playing fields of their eagerly opened lips and mouth.
Even as Virginia felt Jade's slim little fingers moving up over her stomach and ribs to lightly cup her jutting tits through her clothing, she could feel other hands going to her waist, unfastening her belt and the waist snap of her slacks. Never losing contact with Jade's sweet lips, she separated their bodies while quick, expert fingers removed her top and left her stripped.
When she once more put her arms about Jade, Virginia found that the delightful Chinese girl had also been rendered naked. The creamy flesh of the slender, dark-haired girl was warm and soft to her touch, and Virginia could already feel Jade's tiny nipples hardening against her own swelling domes.
Virginia was only distantly aware of the sounds of other clothing being removed, only vaguely aware that the three men were stripping away their own garments. She was far too fully occupied with the feel of Jade's tight little ass-cheeks beneath her fingers, the sensation of Jade's wonderfully tight little gash rubbing feverishly against her own overheated cunt-lips.
Virginia shuddered as she felt firm, masculine lips pressing against the nape of her neck, amidst the tangle of her beautiful red hair, lips that began to slide slowly down over her spine, lower and lower on her back till they were at the upper swells of her rich, firm ass-cheeks. Another pair of lips was working at her shoulder then, moving down her left side, over her ribcage and the trim indentation of her waist to her full, flared hips.
A hand wormed its way between Virginia and Jade, finding the ripe, rich thrust of Virginia's cunt, the fingers moving directly to her nipples, there to trace and fondle and excite.
Jade slowly dropped down lower in front of Virginia, her lush lips moving to Virginia's other tit, her tongue moving lovingly over the ripe swelling of Virginia's jug until, almost as if accidentally, it found her nipple. Jade rasped the stiffly swollen, sensitive nutshell with the rough underside of her pink tongue, and Virginia simply stood there and shook as she received the various caresses bestowed upon her.
She felt like a goddess, an idol of womanly sexuality, and all of the others were worshiping at her shrines, bestowing their adoration upon her plentiful, abundantly curved charms. She had all she could do to maintain the strength to stand.
Another pair of lips found hers, these coming at an angle. Virginia knew that the man whichever of the three it was-was leaning over Jade from the side in order to kiss her.
Jade had reached up and gathered the sweetly scented mounds of Virginia's abundant tit-flesh in her hands, pushing the two magnificent knockers together so tightly that they nearly became a single Ut in the front of her chest. Then the Chinese girl opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked in both hard nipple domes, taking them together into her mouth. There she sucked and laved and even nibbled gently, sending explosions of tingling pleasure through Virginia's tits and chest and belly and womb and cunt.
Virginia felt her hips hump forward slightly. Her legs parted weakly, and immediately, a hand slid up along the insides of her thighs and cupped her juicing cunt easily with knowing, moving, expert fingers that quickly found her clitoris and teased it while all the time exciting the sensitive, nerve covered lips of her blood-gorged pussy.
She let herself be guided, momentarily resentful of being separated from Jade and her marvelous mouth and deft fingers. They led her to one side and then let her slip softly to the well-cushioned floor. Someone urged her to lift her foot.
When she finally reached a kneeling position, she knew that the man she straddled was Chad, even with her eyes closed. If the width of his brawny shoulders hadn't told her, the enormity of the prick rising from between his thighs to prod at her tight, well-lubricated pussy-lips would have.
There were supporting hands under each shoulder, gently lowering her atop the mammoth shaft of Chad's oversized prick. Virginia felt a groan rise from deep inside her, down near her womb and up through her belly and chest and throat to escape her lips as a sound of pure, lustful surrender and anticipation.
She felt her cunt-mouth being stretched impossibly by Chad's gigantic prick, stretching so much that a twinge of pain passed through her but even that only heightened her arousal and her willingness to accept the huge cock he was jamming up into her fuck-hole.
Virginia's hips began to shake as more and more of that cunt-reamer pushed up between the thoroughly stretched lips of her cunt. She could feel the massive head of his dick driving up into her belly, throbbing and warm inside her, communicating still more lust to her with each powerful surge.
Deeper and deeper the prick went as she dropped lower atop Chad. She was being impaled by his huge cock and she loved it, every inch of it, all twelve inches of it, as it bored into her cunt. Virginia's clitoris was being chafed by the broad, thick, upper back of that stallion-cock, and every bump, vein and knob only sent renewed shocks of pleasure through her richly curved, thoroughly aroused body.
But then she had his prick, all of it, right up to the balls. The bony ridge at the base of Chad's dick was pressed firmly against her clitoral button and every gently timed heave of his hips sent a new message through her body a message urging her to come!
She came. She came hard, sharply, her hips jerking powerfully over Chad's mighty cock, squeezing it tightly inside her cunt. His dick had been crammed so completely into her hungry cunt that the head and part of the shaft were actually pushed into her womb, and she could feel the constant swelling and throbbing of it there, inside her deepest prick-receptive part.
But then Burt was stepping~ front of her, his feet planted to either side of Chad's head and his prick and oversized balls precisely at the level of her face and mouth. Without hesitation, Virginia leaned her head forward and lower, opening her lips and sticking out her tongue. She lifted the knob of Burt's cock with her tongue and fed it between her parted lips. She fastened her mouth tightly about the shaft, just behind the head, and sucked on it with everything she had and all the time, she was whipping her tongue over that sensitive chunk of velvety, swollen cock-flesh as if she intended to wear it down to no more than a sliver.
Bit by bit, she drew more of his prick into her mouth and all the time, her hips were humping slowly up and down on the slippery pole of Chad's towering cock. Burt put his hands to the sides of her head, as if afraid she might stop which was the farthest thought possible from her lust-inflamed mind at that moment.
Burt's legs seemed to weaken, and he slipped slowly to his knees. Virginia followed him down, lowering herself over Chad's broad, strong chest till the hanging richness of her ripe, firm tits was brushing over his powerful pectorals. She refused to relinquish her grip on Burt's prick even for a moment, and she turned her head to follow him as he moved himself over and knelt to one side of Chad's head.
Virginia sucked still more of Burt's throbbing hard-on into her mouth, savoring the taste of it and the feel of so much potent virility even as she felt Chad's hands go to her hips and grip her strongly, guiding her plunging and bucking over his dick.
She drew the rest of Burt's prick into her mouth. The knob caught for a moment at the constriction in the back of her throat, but Virginia forced herself to relax and took it in. Her lips were pressed tightly against Burt's abdomen, and he groaned as she tightened her throat and sucked still harder on his cock.
At last, she went at him with everything she had. Virginia opened her lips slightly and began rocking her head up and down, up and down, her red hair whipping back and forth over Chad's face and Burt's thighs. She made her mouth an oven-hot chamber of pleasure for Burt, and time and again he felt the sensitive knob of his prick being squeezed past the curve at the back of her throat.
But then something else happened. Just as she found herself wondering what Jeff would contribute a problem since in their previous encounter he'd preferred to tongue and suck her cunt, and her cunt was being thoroughly occupied without leftover by Chad's monstrous cock she felt the cheeks of her ass being separated by firm, strong hands, and felt an expert tongue moving up and down between the softly curved mountains of rich flesh.
She shivered as the tongue found her puckered little asshole, and a thrill of anticipatory pleasure shot through her at the idea of being simultaneously impaled by Chad's huge prick and getting her ass tongued by Jeff.
But as that slippery invader moved past the first barrier of her convulsively tightened shitter, she found herself craving something else, something approached but not gained with Burt's false cocks when she'd hung suspended in the spotlight's glare above the bed downstairs: She wanted to get fucked in the ass while taking a huge prick in her cunt and sucking another into her mouth.
"Fuck-fuck me in the ass!" she gasped as her mouth plunged over Burt's dick and her cunt gripped and shimmied over Chad's towering prick.
"Why, of course we will," Jeff said in a voice whose calm only excited her the more. She felt
Jeff climbing over her, straddling her with his arms and legs as he positioned himself. She looked down and found Chad grinning that shit-eating grin up at her as she fucked his prick for all the pleasure she could get.
"You see, that's why Burt used the dildos he did on you. The one he pushed into your gloriously tasty cunt was cast from a mold taken of Chad's rather sizeable member and the one he shoved into your tight little asshole was cast from my own cock."
And with that, Virginia felt him spreading the cheeks of her ass and placing the head of his prick against her little well-lubricated shitter.
"Oh yes!" she grit out between her cock-filled lips while never missing a beat on Burt's dick. "Fuck my ass!"
"As you wish, my dear," Jeff said and suddenly, he heaved forward.
Virginia cried out with pain at the sudden rending of her asshole as nine inches of thick Jeff-prick were crammed into her shitter with a single lunge. She felt it pinching the single thin membrane separating her butt and cunt, and she could feel both cocks pressed against each other through it.
All of the strength went out of her arms, and she fell to her elbows. Her big, firm, cushiony tits were crushed against Chad's chest, but her mouth never lost hold of Burt's prick.
Virginia, however, was no longer the aggressor. Overwhelmed with the sensations of the two big cocks pumping in and out of her ass and cunt, she no longer plunged her head up and down over Burt's prick.
But that didn't stop Burt.
Getting himself into the right position, Burt held her head tightly in his hands. Virginia did all she could tightened her lips on his prick and submitted as Burt proceeded to fuck her mouth with all the exuberance and abandon that most men utilized when fucking a big, wide-open, well-slicked cunt.
Virginia's breath came faster and faster, try as she did to control it, in response to the telling plunges of Jeff's ass-fucking cock and the heaves of Chad's monumental prick in her cunt. She was coming again, her cunt muscles and asshole tightening murderously on both of the reaming pricks fucking her.
Finally, then, as if she were not already on the receiving end of enough stimuli, Virginia felt her upper body being urged. She managed somehow to get her arms straightened and her upper body up off Chad's chest and just in time for Jade, lying flat on her back, to push her face beneath the hanging mounds of Virginia's gorgeously ripe, firm jugs.
The Chinese girl sucked one nipple into her mouth, treating it to all the suction and tonguing she could manage for a moment. Then she switched to the other and repeated it. Finally, she returned her mouth to the first nutshell nipple, sucked it in and moved her head in a way that enabled her to suck in the other nipple as well. Her cute little tongue flew over both stiffened, swollen, hypersensitive domes.
Virginia groaned, deep in her throat, as she felt Jeff reaching into the short-strokes before his orgasm. She wanted to feel him coming inside her asshole and she bore down with all her strength on his prick.
She got her wish. With a hiss and a groan and then a grunt, Jeff surged his hips forward, pressing her softly rounded ass-cheeks beneath his taut abdomen and holding the entire nine-inch length of his prick inside her bunghole and emptied the full reserves of his balls into her guts.
She tried to scream but her mouth was filled to bursting with Burt's cock. The result was that the voice box vibrations of her muffled scream were the final impetus for Burt. His hugely oversized. balls jerked and leaped within the fleshy sac of his scrotum and Virginia swallowed desperately as she tried to contain every drop of his superabundant load.
But it wasn't over yet.
As she came under the impetus of Jade's expert tit-sucking, as she came under the stimulus of Burt's mouth-drenching, as slid came in response to Jeff s ass-fucking, her cunt went mad. The entire length of her snatch convulsed in a crazed, constricted dance, rippling over the full length of Chad's mammoth prick. She ground her pussy down over him, trying insanely to get his big balls into her cunt as she felt his dick swell still more inside her twat. She tried to scream, and all that came out of her mouth was Burt's spermy overflow. She felt Chad's load splattering home inside her cunt and womb, quickly filling them and then backing up along the length of her meat-crammed cunt to froth out about the lips of her pussy onto Chad's big balls. She could feel the overflow from Jeff s finally slowing spasms spilling out around the stretched entrance to her ass where her shitter gripped his long, thick dick and she could feel the effusive overflow of Burt's explosive coming drooling down her chin and onto her tits where it dribbled into Jade's eagerly sucking, well-filled mouth...
She welcomed the explosion of orgasmic blackness that reached up for her as she came again and again, the pleasured peaks merging into a single, excruciating orgasm, and her last conscious thought was, oddly, that every other time she'd passed out during orgasm, she'd awakened to go on to something new and even more exciting.
She couldn't help wondering to what new pleasures she would awaken the next time...
