Vickie's knees were trembling. Her hands, which held the drink Roy had poured for her, were shaking. She tried to force a smile while she watched the older man strip from his business suit. With both hands holding the glass, she raised it to her lips and took a deep swallow of the potent liquor. She needed it. She needed the reassurance it gave her on this, her first assignment with a strange man.
Vickie moaned inwardly while sipping at her drink and watching Roy strip naked. It seemed inconceivable that this could be happening to her. That she should be here in this sleazy motel room with a man she'd met less than two hours ago. A man who had but one thought in mind. To fuck her.
Roy smiled reassuringly. Roy wasn't a big man. He was about six feet tall. He weighed close to one hundred and eighty. He had a mop of dark hair, cut in the long mod fashion of the day. He sported a moustache and heavy sideburns. Roy, at age forty-five, was trying to impart the image of being a cur-rent get-with-it type. Even the clothes he was tossing aside were of the latest trend. Bright colors, stripes and bell-bottomed trousers.
He stared reassuringly at the nervous girl. "What're you waiting for, hon? C'mon, strip!" With these words, he shucked off his last garment -- jockey shorts. Roy, the out-of-town business man, cheating on his ever-loving wife, was now completely bare ... and completely aroused. The sight of the lovely, brown-haired girl he'd hired for the evening had caused his cock to jump up and down like a yo-yo all night. Now that he was approaching the big moment, his massive prick stood at stiff attention.
Wrapping his fingers around his surging staff, he grinned impishly. "How 'bout this, hon? Look good to you?" His dark eyes were pools of lust while he jerked his cock lewdly.
Vickie sucked in a deep breath. The sight of the nude man with his big cock began heating her up. Keeping an eye on him, she began slowly removing her clothes.
At nineteen, Vickie hadn't viewed many cocks. During high school, from which she'd graduated several months ago, she'd been tapped a few times. She'd been very selective about who she let get into her panties. As a result her knowledge of the male organ was somewhat limited. This was the first real man she'd ever faced. The first man-sized cock.
She finished her drink and set the empty glass on the cheap bureau. The warming effects of the drink intermingled with the warming effects of the sight of the naked man. She began to relax. Some of the nervousness left her. She recalled the words of advice Connie had given her earlier this evening. Words to the effect that she should look upon the deal as a business transaction. Roy was the customer. She was the item he was purchasing -- for the night. Keep it on a strictly business basis.
Vickie fumbled at the zipper of her blouse. It stuck.
Naked, Roy rushed over. "Here, let me help you with it, hon." Expertly, he unzipped her blouse. He eased it from her shoulders. He was in no rush. Roy was paying plenty for the evening. Both to the agency from which he'd hired this girl, and to the girl herself, a big tip, if she satisfied him.
Roy believed in getting his money's worth. He stared approvingly at the sight of Vickie's big breasts covered with a bra. The kid sure had a wonderful pair of knockers. Roy slowly unhooked the bra and slid the item from her creamy, pinkish-white, smooth, solid melons that were so firm, so fully packed and so out-thrust. His eyes lit up in delight as he settled his fingers on the titties and began fondling them.
Vickie relaxed and heated up considerably under his fondling fingers. She approved of his gentleness and his not rushing her to the bed. It calmed her jumpy nerves. She smiled her approval.
"That feels nice, Roy," she whispered. Reaching down, she gathered his huge, throbbing cock into her hand and gently toyed with it. She could feel it stiffen even more under her gentle probing.
Roy nodded. "You sure have a nice pair of knockers, hon. Wow!" His eyes registered complete approval. He cupped the mighty melons in his hands. He massaged them. He tweaked at the tautening nipples. Then he bent forward, opened his mouth and began sucking the globes. He gave equal time to both. He savored of the lush tits for a long time. Unhurriedly, he kissed, fondled, sucked, massaged and squeezed the creamy, lovely breasts.
Roy was an oral man. He swooped around the lovely teenager and kissed, sucked, fondled and sucked more, more, more... . The lovely breasts grew more pinkish in color, the more he sucked them. The taut nipples, in a small sea of brown, were alive and throbbing from his nibbling.
Vickie eased her hands to the back of his head and shoved him forward. "Suck 'em, Roy!" she moaned happily. "Suck 'em good. You sure know how to heat a girl up."
She bounced her titties around onto his bouncing face. Impishly she shoved titties in and out of his grasping mouth. It was like a game. Roy was bobbing for apples -- lovely apples with lovely stems that Roy nibbled at ever so gently with his teeth and lips.
She continued gently jerking his cock, while he continued gently sucking her breasts. Neither one was in a big hurry. Roy had hired her for the whole night. Roy had to pace himself. Roy wasn't as young as he used to be.
Vickie was young. Very young, but she had never developed jack rabbit tendencies. To her way of thinking, lovemaking was something to be enjoyed slowly, so that every moment of joy could be exacted. She whimpered and moaned happily while Roy sucked her titties. Heat waves engulfed her. The qualms and fears that had raged within her began to subside. This stranger, whom she only knew as Roy, had a gentleness that was surprising in a man.
His fingers were so soft and his touch so tender. Now he was behind her, hands cupped over her breasts and nuzzling his lips against the nape of her neck. He licked his way down her back. His hands slid down her flat stomach and settled on her skirt. He fumbled at the catch and zipper. Ever so slowly he slid her skirt down. He gasped in approval at the sight.
Vickie stood before him, clad only in peek-a-boo pink panties and flesh-colored stockings. The bare spot between the top of her stockings and the panties was lovely pinkish-white, creamy-textured skin. Her thighs were perfectly rounded things of beauty and her legs were breathtakingly beautiful.
Roy, who had looked at many a naked girl, was visibly impressed. He stood back to admire the view. His glance zeroed in on the brown-haired pussy clearly visible through the peek-a-boo panties. His eyes roved up and down the lovely shape of the brown-haired, brown-eyed teenager. His glance settled momentarily on the pretty face, slightly rounded, with the cute nose, and small mouth with full, kissable lips. He cut loose with, "Wow! What a beauty. Lance wasn't kidding when he mentioned you were something special!"
Vickie flushed and smiled at his compliments. His reference was to Lance Henderson, the head of the agency she worked for. She was thankful that she was pleasing to this man, her first real customer. She reached down and patted the older man on the top of the head. He had dropped to his knees before her and was critically studying her snatch area. She beat back an impulse to say, nice doggie, while she patted the top of his head.
Roy, squatting before the adorable creature, held one of her thighs with one hand to steady himself. He reached forward with his other hand and eased it between her lovely thighs. His fingers came in contact with her crotch, covered with the filmy pink cloth. He palmed the area and zipped a finger in and out of her tiny twat, pushing some of the cloth along with his fingers. He stroked the entire area slowly and thoroughly.
With each stroke of his hand on her cunt, his cock jumped to eager attention. It was throbbing hard. Roy eased forward and took a deep whiff of Vickie's smelly cunt. His eyes lit up. He wet his lips and zeroed in with his hot tongue hanging out like a lap dog's. He eased Vickie's legs apart and swabbed at her covered pussy with his tongue. The action caused her panties to get sopping wet and cling tighter to her pussy.
Vickie moaned and whimpered delightedly. This was weird. Far out. She loved every sucking minute of the action. She pushed his head farther and farther forward. "Suck it, Roy," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with overtones of increasing lust. "Suck it good!"
Roy sucked. Roy nibbled. Roy fondled. Roy finally removed her sopping wet panties and sank his fangs deep into her naked, exposed pussy. Roy ate voraciously of the tiny twat. Roy eased the adorable teen-ager onto the bed, without missing a sucking stroke. He continued sucking the girl while easing her onto her back on the bed. He finally had her on her back, legs spread wide, knees lifted, and his tongue in her crack.
Vickie thrashed around under his tongue lashing. Never before in her young life had she ever been subjected to such an ordeal. Every fiber in her lithe young body heated up. Completely forgotten were her fears and qualms. Lustful thoughts raced through her mind. Heat waves engulfed her like an inferno. She humped her pussy upward with every stroke of his tongue.
She wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders and pushed her cunt farther and farther into his eager, sucking face. She came in minor orgasms again and again. Her cunt area was sopping wet, both from his mouthing action and the seepage of her come within her hot pussy.
Finally she could stand it no longer. It was so good, it was beginning to hurt. She pushed his face from her well. She stared deep into his lustful eyes. She stared at his slack jaws, his bared teeth, and his flaring nostrils. "Enough, Roy!" she whimpered. "It's so good, it hurts!" she half sobbed, half laughed. She continued to twitch around on the bed.
Roy nodded, understanding. In his many years of whoring around, he'd sucked many a cunt. He knew how they reacted to too much of a good thing.
"Sure, hon, I understand." Roy took another swipe at the tiny pussy with his hot tongue. He kissed the moist vaginal lips with his lips, then he began licking his way upward. He nibbled at the small patch of curly brown cunt hair. He tugged a few strands of it with his teeth until she yelled, "Ouch!" Grinning, he sucked, licked and tongued his way upward on the lovely teenaged shape.
He paused at her breasts and subjected them to an-other workout. He licked them. He kissed them. He nipped at the nipples. Then he kissed and licked his way up to her face. He was kneeling between her legs, his throbbing cock at the entrance to her well-sucked pussy.
Gently Roy kissed her and dueled with her tongue. "You lovely kid!" he blabbered. "You pretty girl. You've got me so hot!" He shoved hot kisses onto her lips.
Vickie tried impaling his cock with her cunt. She inched downward and tried to capture it. Impishly he moved just far enough away to avoid her man trap. "Stop teasing me, you horny bastard!"
"What do you want me to do, you lovely slut?" Roy ran his fingers through her mass of brown hair, flemished out on the pillow. He stroked her cheeks and ran his finger across her lips. His eyes were pools of lust and passion. Roy was enjoying every moment of this little game he was playing with this adorable teenager.
"I want you to ... fuck me!" Vickie blurted out the unfamiliar words. It was the first time in her life she'd ever uttered them to a man, or boy. Always before, the words had been unspoken.
"Say please?" Roy teased the head of his monster to her cunt lips and held.
"Please ... fuck me, you bastard," wailed Vickie.
The words were hardly out of her mouth, before Roy nailed her with his throbbing cock. He lurched forward, forgotten for the moment was his desire to be gentle to this fragile flower of girlhood. To treat the tiny pussy with tender, loving care. All his pentup passion, his lustful emotions, reached a peak when he lunged forward.
His huge, throbbing, solid cock ravished the little cunt with a sickening crunch. He impaled her pussy with his enormous shaft. He raped the new whore with lustful, crunching lunges, backed by powerful forces of his big body. In. Out. He stroked his monstrous cock into the tiny cavity, unmindful of her screams of pain and anguish.
Vickie, surprised at the suddenness of his attack, moaned and screamed in pain at the sudden invasion. She had been lulled into a sense of false security by his tender, loving treatment. Now, feeling the sickening crunch of his monster cock ravishing her tiny pussy, she screamed in pain.
"Stop! It hurts! It's too big. You're killing me!" she moaned, thrashed around and tried to back away from the onslaught.
Tears streamed from her eyes. She cursed. She moaned. She writhed around under him. She pushed against his hairy chest. She pounded his chest.
"Stop! Stop!" she walled in agony.
"Shut up, you slut!" Roy slapped her hard on the cheek. A stinging blow that turned her cheek bright red.
The slap surprised Vickie. It brought the pain from her cunt to her face. Her eyes widened in fear. Her mouth popped open. She stared dumbly upward. Her glance met his. She shuddered. The man had gone berserk. His eyes were pools of madness while he lunged in and out of the ravished pussy. There was an insane look on his face. The man was stark, raving mad.
"You slapped me!" She uttered the words inanely, her voice filled with disbelief. It had been the first time in her life she'd ever been slapped.
"Yes, I slapped you, you little whore!" Roy's voice was flat. He glared. "I'll slap you around some more if you don't stop your wailing and moaning. C'mon, you little slut! Get with it. Move your fucking ass. Give me a good ride."
Having outlined his desires, Roy continued to pound cock into reluctant pussy. His initial madness had ebbed. He was reverting back to his pacing procedure. He had split the cunt wide open and he could sense the little pussy was adjusting to his immenseness. It had been well lubricated by his mouth and tongue and, what with her inner juices oozing forth, the cunt was becoming a more acceptable cavity to fill.
He slowed his pace and eased in and out with solid strokes. The madness ebbed completely. The insane look left his handsome face. His eyes sparkled with lust and passion. He slowed even more. Gently, he moved in and out of the tiny crack. He felt the velvety walls grabbing his prick with each stroke. The adorable vaginal lips rubbed against his throbbing cock, holding them in a viselike grip while he eased in and out. Never before in his life had he over fucked such a tight pussy.
Roy's reverting back to the tender, gentle bit was having an effect on her. The terror fled from her face. The look of horror in her eyes receded. The stinging pain from the slap in the kisser abated. Even the pain in her cunt was ebbing. The solid, gentle strokes he was imparting to her pussy felt good, now that the pain had vanished.
Vickie forced a smile. "It's beginning to feel good!"
Roy nodded. He felt a bit ashamed of himself at having given vent to his madness of the moment. He knew he had really frightened this sweet little girl. He had to make amends. He smiled tenderly, eased down and kissed her on the lips. "I'm sorry I slapped you, hon. I was like kinda carried away!" He continued stroking his big cock into her tiny cunt.
"That's okay." Vickie smiled forgiveness. She re-turned his kisses. She humped her eager pussy up-ward. Now that the initial shock of getting raped had passed, she was beginning to enjoy the action. She liked the feel of the big monster in her tiny pussy. It filled it so completely. Eagerly and contentedly she met his solid, driving thrusts. The pain was no longer unbearable. On the contrary, it was no longer pain. It was ecstasy.
Vickie's face contorted with pleasure and lust while she gave the handsome stranger a wonderful ride.
Vickie prided herself on her fucking ability. She knew s h e was good ... and tight. She paced herself with him. She slowed when he slowed. She humped faster when he did. She molded her body to his in a driving, meshing oneness of purpose.
She heated up. She sensed he was reaching a climax. She was too. "I'm gonna come . soon," she whimpered happily, meeting his thrusts easily and feeling the bigness of his cock in her cunt. She bounced her tittles upward against his driving chest. She wrapped her legs around his hairy ones, and pulled him deeper and deeper into her hot pussy.
"Me too!" moaned Roy, driving harder and harder into the tiny crack. He stared humbly into her eyes. "Now? ..." he whispered, holding back momentarily.
"Now!" squealed Vickie, thrashing upward in mighty surges. "Now ... you bastard! Now!" she screamed.
Roy unloaded. His mighty hose squirted a steady stream of hot come into her hot cavern. Again and again he spasmed and shoved in with mighty strokes, only to pull out for a moment, regroup and give with more shoves. It seemed to Roy that he'd never stop coming into that glorious little cunt Again and again he called on his come reserves and unloaded hot juices into the twitching twat. It seemed that his passion began and ebbed from every pore in his thrusting body.
Vickie matched his unloading passion. Again and again she spasmed, and orgasmed. She could feel his hot juices filling her cunt to capacity and spilling over the hairy rim of her vaginal lips. Her pussy became a sticky mess as he unloaded his cream into her creamy cunt.
She moaned and thrashed around in ecstasy. She half closed her eyes and drew him to her as he unloaded.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too, you fucking little whore!" Roy's passion began to ebb. His thrusts lost power. He ground to a halt. His mighty shaft became a willow wand, limp and sad looking as it plopped from the hot hole.
Roy, his passion spent, pushed a few tentative kisses onto her lips, then flopped onto his back on the bed. He was heaving and gasping from the ordeal. His massive, hairy chest was heaving up and down. Roy was a thoroughly pussy-whipped man. Turning his head, he smiled wanly. "Thanks for the ride, hon. It was the greatest."
Vickie nodded. She forced a smile. It had been a wonderful ride, but there had been a jarring note to the ending. His final words while he pumped his last few ounces of come into her cunt. The words stung like a slap in the face. He'd called her a fucking little whore!
She watched him while he lumbered from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Some of the glory of the moment, some of the feeling of exultation died while she watched his big bare ass weaving in the breeze and noticed his now-limp, drippy cock. A shudder of dismay swept through her.
She stared around in disgust. What was she doing here? In this cheap motel, laying on her ass, naked in bed. Taking on a man she'd just met? She shuddered. Was this what she'd bargained for? Was this what her new job with the Lance Henderson Agency amounted to? Was this to be her future? One night stands in cheap motels?
CHAPTER TWO
Vickie's thoughts were still troubled when she drove home to the apartment she shared with Connie Barnes and two other girls who were employed by the Lance Henderson Agency. Her night with Roy had been an eye opener. It brought into sharp focus the kind of life she was letting herself in for. When she first came to the city a month ago, after her Dad had remarried, and she no longer felt at ease with him and his new wife, she'd had visions of beginning a whole new glorious life.
She'd been referred to the Lance Henderson Agency by a friend. It was listed as a model agency. And to all intent and purposes it was. Lance had a string of girls whom he assigned to various tasks. Strictly legitimate. His girls graced parties, shopping center openings, political campaigns, and any event where the presence of pretty, young girls was considered an asset.
At first, Vickie was thrilled by the new job. It paid well. She got a big charge out of being the center of attraction at some of the events. She had the fresh, buoyant look of youth and a big, happy smile. At five feet six inches, weighing one hundred and twenty pounds on an adorable shape, Vickie was quite an asset to the agency.
Then Vance had moved her in with Connie, and two other girls. He called this his special group. He implied that Vickie would be expected to do more than just look pretty in the future. He hinted very broadly that sex would be a way of life for her, if she accepted the new assignments. Vickie had been inclined to reject the offering at first. Her knowledge of sex was infinitesimal. She didn't want to get involved.
Vickie still had illusions about the love and marriage bit. The feeling that someday she'd meet the right guy, settle down and live happily ever after. Her up-bringing had been geared to this aspect. She was an only child in a happy, well-regulated family. Until her Mom had died in a car accident a few years ago, Vickie had been a very happy girl with bright thoughts of the future. Her Mom's death had changed things. Dad had become morose and sad. His marriage a few months ago had changed Vickie's entire thinking.
She couldn't live with Dad and his new wife. She felt like an interloper in her own home. It just wasn't the same without Mom. She had moved out, come to the city after her graduation from high school, and was trying to establish a new way of life for herself. Her job with the Lance Henderson Agency was her first job.
She had rejected Lance's suggestions that she branch out with him. Lance had persisted in his efforts to get her to unbend. He had finally mentioned the magic word -- money! He had explained to Vickie that she'd still be on his payroll as a model, but he also explained that if she became one of his special models, she'd have a chance to make plenty of extra loot on the side. Money over which he'd have no control. It would be all hers. Whatever she earned in the way of tips and gratuities.
Lance explained that he had a certain obligation to some of his clients. Business men in the city for meetings and conventions. Party givers who wanted girls around to be available on call for anything -- at a price. Lance had to keep a stable of girls available. He convinced her she should give it a try. He began mentioning big sums of money she could earn if she cooperated. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of dollars.
Vickie had succumbed to the lure of riches. She had moved into the apartment Lance paid for and kept a few of his choice girls in. Lance managed to keep it all legitimate and keep himself in the clear. He sent the girls out on legitimate assignments, for a fee. What they did on the side to earn a few extra dollars was no concern of his, theoretically. Lance, of course, got extra high fees for his special girls.
The girls in turn got guys like Roy!
Vickie still shuddered while she relived the past night as she drove back to the apartment. The words that Roy had flung at her still rankled. He'd called her a fucking little whore!
Sure the words had been uttered in the heat of passion, during the hot love session. She, herself, had called him a few choice names during the session. But the implication was there. All too clear. For the first time in her young life, she'd been paid to fuck a man. She had stuffed the envelope he'd left for her in her purse, unopened.
It had been a turbulent night. Roy had acted like a little piggy who was afraid he'd never get another piece of tail in his life. Again and again during the night he'd attacked her. Again and again she'd responded. At long last, he'd been sated. He'd gotten dressed, left the motel, and had gone to the airport to catch a flight back home. Back to his wife and children. Back to his haven.
Tearfully, and feeling sorrowful, Vickie had climbed into her car and headed back -- to what?
She was still feeling remorse and shame when she entered the apartment and headed for the bedroom she shared with Connie. It was almost ten in the morning. Entering the room, she nodded to Connie, who was seated at the vanity, working on her fingernails and listening to music from the portable radio nearby.
"Hi, Connie!" Vickie flopped on the bed, kicked off her shoes, and leaned back.
Connie cut loose with a big smile. The dark-haired girl, who at twenty-two had been a full-time whore for four years, came over and sat beside Vickie. Her dark eyes were filled with questions.
"Well, it's about time! You sure made a night of it. How'd it go?" Connie was dressed in a loose-fitting gown that covered her voluptuous five feet seven inches of curvy shape that tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Connie was a beauty. A curvy beauty.
Vickie propped her head on a pillow and gave way to her pentup sobs. "Oh, Connie!" she wailed, unhappily, "I'm so ashamed! He ... he was a beast!" This was not exactly a true description of Roy, but Vickie felt the need to establish an alibi. After the first some-what bestial assault on her, Roy had been very gentle and kind to her the balance of the night He'd reverted to the tender loving care routine and had handled her ever so gently.
Connie frowned. She'd had Roy on a few occasions. "Oh?" She giggled. "You must've brought out the beast in him." She leaned over and stroked Vickie's long, brown hair. "It wasn't really all that bad ... I mean, the first time you did such a thing, and all ... was it?"
Vickie relaxed under Connie's administrations. She liked this older girl. Connie had a way of soothing her, of cheering her up when she was down in the dumps. Like now. "I ... I guess it wasn't all that bad," she confessed, smiling wanly. "It's just that it was the first time I ever accepted money from a man for doing that! Ugh! I feel so cheap. So ashamed."
"How cheap was he?" Connie swung onto her side and stared down. She continued stroking Vickie's lovely hair and petting her face, and drying her tears with her fingertips. Connie adored this little teenager who'd been placed in her care. Vickie reminded her so much of what she had been a few years ago. When she had come to Lance as a bright-eyed girl with stars in her eyes and hopes in her heart.
Now, four years later, the stars in her eyes had dimmed, and the hopes were gone. During those four years, Connie had taken on a husband, had divorced him, and was now back in the groove again with Lance Henderson's agency. A shopworn model.
Vickie frowned. "How much? Gee, I don't know. He left an envelope for me." She sat up on the bed, reached for her purse and opened it. She tore open the envelope. She gasped at the wad of bills. She counted. "One hundred dollars!" Her voice was choked with awe.
"And you call yourself cheap! Hah! The most the old bastard ever gave me was fifty bucks!" There was a trace of envy in Connie's voice. She took the money from Vickie's shaking fingers and let it fall on her like confetti. Retrieving the money, and chuckling impishly, Connie said, "You sure must've made a big impression on old Roy. What'd you do ... blow 'im a few times?" She grinned.
Vickie gathering her money together and placing it back in her purse, flushed. "No, I didn't blow him. He blew me."
Connie grinned knowingly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Roy is very oral." Reaching down, she rubbed her fingers up onto Vickie's thigh, almost to her pussy. "How 'bout letting me blow you, darling? I like to blow pretty girls, too."
Vickie stared at her roommate; then, figuring Connie was teasing, she hopped from the bed, went over to the closet and picked out something to wear. She figured she'd take a run into the city, open a bank account and buy a few things. She needed more clothes. And she needed a safe place to stash her growing wealth. Lance sent her a regular check every two weeks for service rendered, minus taxes, hospitalization and so on.
She still had a few of these checks on hand. Now, with this additional loot, and the promise of earning more, she needed a place to keep it.
After changing into the other dress, a neat mini outfit, she renewed her makeup at the vanity and brushed her hair. Then, looking like an adorable teen-ager, she said, "I'm going to take a run into the city. Buy a few things. Bilks has a big sale at the shopping center. Want to come along?"
Connie lay back on the bed. She shook her head. "Can't, darling. I've got a job this afternoon. Some big shot politician's making an appearance at city hall. I've got to be there, wearing the party regalia and in-spicing voters to vote for the bastard!" She grinned. "You go ahead. Have fun. Oh, and while you were gone, Lance called this morning. He mentioned an assignment for you ... for this weekend." Connie hopped up and went to the desk where the phone was, along with a notebook.
"Oh?" Vickie paused enroute to the door.
"You're to report to a Mr. and Mrs. Peter Appleton. They live on an estate about ten miles north of the city. I wrote down the directions for you to get there. They want you there by ten o'clock Saturday morning."
"What's the deal? Lance say?"
"Yeah, he mentioned something about this older couple. Seems like they bought this real old house. They renovated it completely. Made it into like a show-place. Spent plenty of money. They're rich. And now they got the place all fixed up, the guy's writing a book about it. A vanity-type book. You know, where he pays to get it printed."
"So what's this got to do with me?"
"He's going to take a bunch of pictures to go along with his book. And there's nothing like a pretty girl to jazz up a photo. They don't have any kids of their own, so they need a pretty young girl to pose around and about the place. You know, like in a bikini at their swimming pool In shorts at the tennis court, and climbing trees. That sort of stuff. Which reminds me, Lance said you're to take along a few changes of clothes and include a bikini and shorts. You dig?"
Vickie nodded. "Gotcha. I'm glad you mentioned it. Now, I'll know what to look for at Bilks. Besides, I do need a few things. S'long, Connie. Be seeing you."
CHAPTER THREE
Connie sucked in a deep breath when she drove up to the front of the Appleton estate and parked in a parking area near the side of the mansion. She was properly awed. The place was fabulous. It had been an old-type mansion with scads of rooms that had been so popular many years ago. It still had the old-fashioned cornice work, freshly painted and rejuvenated. There was a long, wide veranda, partially covered and beautifully furnished with wrought iron items.
The main structure was a huge, rambling two-story affair of brick and frame construction. The modern touches had been added here and there, but in general, the refurbishing had managed to keep alive the illusion of the ancient beauty and decor of the place.
In the background, she had noticed a few out buildings, a tennis court, a swimming pool and other signs of modem living. There was an orchard in the rear of the estate and the amount of shrubbery and bushes was almost unbelievable. The entire front of the huge estate was covered with carpet grass, neatly trimmed.
All in all it was a dazzling sight, reflecting great wealth, luxury living and the utmost in homes beautiful. Even the warming sun added to the luster of the moment. Vickie was much impressed when she hopped from her car, gathered her overnight bag and headed toward the front porch.
She had her feet on the bottom steps when the front door opened and a man and a woman came out, their faces wreathed in smiles of welcome.
Vickie quickly sized up the owners of the mansion. Peter Appleton appeared to be about forty-two. He was about five feet ten, and inclined to be a chubby two hundred and ten pounds. He had thin, greyish hair and beady grey eyes that peered at her from be-hind thick glasses. He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a short-sleeved sports shirt. He wore a pleasant grin on his chubby face.
Agnes, his wife, was a thin lady of about forty. She was about five feet six and weighed roughly one hundred and fifteen pounds. She had a thin face, a slightly pointed nose, blue eyes, and her mop of hair was dyed blonde. Agnes definitely wouldn't win any beauty contests. She, too, wore a pleasant smile as she moved forward, and said, "Vickie Adams?"
Vickie nodded and shook hands with the gracious host and hostess. She was favorably impressed by the couple. Their smiles of welcome were genuine and the tone of their voices was pleasant. The misgivings she'd had about this assignment quickly dissipated. They seemed like a nice couple. She followed them into the sumptuous mansion. Her initial impression of the place increased with every step she took and everywhere she looked.
They gave her a quick Cook's Tour of the place. Some of the rooms were furnished in modern decor. Others in old-fashioned decor. All in all the entire place reeked of wealth and good living. Vickie reasoned the Appletons probably had spent a fortune redoing this estate. No wonder the guy wanted to write a book about it.
Arriving back in the immense living room, Agnes gathered Vickie's hands in hers and squeezed intimately. "You like our place, Vickie?"
"It's fabulous. Like wow!" Vickie enthused.
"I'm glad you like it, dear. You'll be our guest for the weekend. Lance explained your assignment?"
"Something about me posing for pictures? Around the estate?"
"That's it, dear. Peter is writing this book, and he figures with a pretty young girl posing, it will add to the book. Not," she added quickly, "that he expects to make any money from it. He's only getting a few hundred copies printed, mostly for friends and relatives. This is Peter's project. Isn't it, dear?" She turned a fleeting smile to her husband who'd been busying himself pouring a round of drinks at the built-in bar in the far corner of the large room.
"Sure, hon." Peter handed around the drinks. He chuckled. "And with a pretty model like Vickie, who knows, maybe the book will become a best seller." He stood before Vickie and eyed her boldly from stem to stern and back again. His pale grey eyes, behind the thick glasses registered complete approval. "Isn't she lovely, hon?"
Agnes, who'd been giving Vickie a good looking over, too, nodded. "She sure is. How old are you, dear?"
"Just past nineteen." Vickie slowly downed her drink. She felt a bit uncomfortable under the appraising glances of the two older people. "I guess you'll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I mean about where you want me to pose. What to wear. I brought along a few changes." She indicated her overnight bag.
Agnes smiled. "There's no real rush, dear, you'll be here until tomorrow. But I guess Peter is anxious to get started and the sun's just right for outdoor pictures. Come, dear, I'll show you to your room." She picked up Vickie's bag, and turned to Peter. "You want to shoot some scenes at the pool first?"
"Yeah, hon." He turned to Vickie. "You have swim clothes?"
"I sure do." Vickie smiled. She had bought two brand new bikinis at Bilks the day before. She followed Agnes up the stairs to the second floor. Peter began fumbling with his camera gear, getting it ready.
Vickie sucked in a big breath when Agnes ushered her into a huge bedroom. She had gotten a fleeting glimpse of this room on the tour. Now she ogled it as a guest. It was tastefully done in a pinkish hue, with a huge vanity, a bureau, paintings on the walls, and an attached bathroom.
Like the rest of the mansion, the room was pleasantly air-conditioned. It contained a queen-sized bed and several full-length mirrors. Beating down her feeling of awe, Vickie turned to her hostess. "It's beautiful, Agnes."
"So are you, m'dear." Agnes smiled enigmatically and placed Vickie's bag on the bed. "Hmm. Let's see. You mentioned you had swim things?"
Vickie opened her bag and dipped in. She drew forth the tiny garments. A brief, yellow-colored bikini set. She also drew out the other set she'd bought. A matching set, except it was pink in color. "Which one shall I wear?"
"Try 'em both on, dear." Agnes' voice grew husky. Her pale blue eyes sparkled.
Vickie hesitated. She expected Agnes to leave the room while she changed. The older woman gave no indication of leaving. Flushing slightly, Vickie began disrobing.
Agnes, clad in shorts and white blouse, stepped over to help. She unhooked Vickie's blouse, and helped shove it from Vickie's creamy white shoulders. Next, Agnes unhooked Vickie's bra and helped slide it from Vickie's luscious mounds. Enroute to assisting Vickie, the older lady let her hands rest for several seconds around and about Vickie's adorable melons.
Vickie gulped. Was this feeling of her goodies by Agnes intentional, or just accidental? She noticed the way Agnes' face was flushed, and the odd look in her eyes. The feeling of dismay building up in Vickie in-creased when she felt Agnes gently squeezing her titties.
The feeling increased when Agnes continued strip-ping the adorable teenager. When she had Vickie completely bare, Agnes stepped back, sat on the bed and admired the view. She told Vickie, "Turn around, dear. Let me see you."
Flushing hotly, Vickie pirouetted before the older girl. She felt uneasy, whirling around naked before this stranger. She didn't like the gleam in Agnes' eyes; the look of lust and passion building up. She tried to appear nonchalant as befitted a model from the Henderson Agency. She maintained a business-like smile and tried to be casual.
"You are so lovely, dear." Agnes' voice was strangely hoarse and husky. Her eyes were alight with deep pools of lust. She smiled. "Peter'll flip when he sees you."
"Like this?" Vickie motioned toward her lush nudeness.
"Of course not, silly." Agnes chuckled. "With your bikini on. Here, let's see how the pink one looks." She held the bikini bottom and dipped down on the bed toward Vickie's feet. "Lift your feet, dear," she ordered, her voice soft and husky.
"Yes, ma'am." Vickie raised one foot, then the other. She watched in surprise while the older lady slid the bikini bottom up her legs. She noticed how Agnes leaned far down while doing it; how Agnes managed to get her face within smelling distance of her pussy while easing the tiny garment on.
Agnes paused enroute and spread Vickie's legs wider. Her face was within inches of Vickie's adorable twat. She could get a good whiff of Vickie's small smelly pussy. Agnes sighed, took a good whiff and managed to let her nose rub against Vickie's tiny, hairy pussy before she slid the garment up to hide the wondrous view.
Next, Agnes assisted Vickie in sliding into her bikini bra. This time Agnes was far more bold in getting her feels of Vickie's goodies. She openly fondled Vickie's lush- melons, tweaked the nipples and massaged the creamy pinkish-white mounds while supposedly helping Vickie into her bra. Agnes' eyes were smouldering pools of passion while she enjoyed the task of dressing the teenager in her swim garments.
At last she reluctantly sat back on the bed and motioned for Vickie to strut around the room. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, Vickie. Lance wasn't kidding when he bragged about you. He mentioned that you were his prettiest model," she added, her eyes alight with pleasure at the sight of the lovely girl in the brief bikini.
Vickie flushed prettily. She wasn't used to compliments from other girls. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Please stop calling me ma'am!" chided Agnes. "It makes me feel like an old woman. Just call me Agnes."
"Yes, m'mmm ... mmm, I mean yes, Agnes." She smiled. "This suit okay for the picture taking?"
Agnes weighed the idea of getting Vickie to strip again to try on the other garment. Then, with a deep sigh, she nodded. "It'll do. Maybe later, we'll get some shots of you in the yellow set." She hopped from the
bed. "Come, dear, we'll show you off to Peter. I want to see the expression on his face when he sees you." Agnes chuckled.
Agnes hadn't been kidding when she'd said Peter would flip at the sight of Vickie in her bikini.
Peter's eyes bugged wide in appreciation when Vickie burst into his view in all her lush glory. Peter's mind boggled at the sight of the lovely teenager, stuffed so enticingly into the tiny bikini. His beady eyes brightened behind the thick glasses and he ogled her in open-mouthed admiration.
"My God!" he gasped, his voice filled with awe, "you're beautiful, Vickie!"
Vickie nodded, pleased at the reaction. Her glance strayed down to his Bermuda shorts. She could see that Peter just wasn't making with the lip talk. She could see by the sudden bulge in the front of his garment that the chubby guy had gotten a hard-on at the sight of her in her brief garments. This pleased her.
"I'm ready," she announced.
Peter's hard-on grew more pronounced. "So am I!" he vowed, then realizing they were on different subjects, he continued, "For some picture taking, you mean?" He grinned, took her by the arm and led her outdoors, through a sliding glass door leading to the patio at the rear of the house.
He herded her toward the pool. He posed her in several positions; on the diving board, in beach chairs, coming out of the pool on the ladder.
Peter took several shots of Vickie by herself, with Agnes and turned the camera over to Agnes so she could take shots of him and Vickie at poolside. Smiling together. Tossing beach balls and just posing with his arm wrapped around her lovely physique.
After doing the poolside bit, they paused for lunch. Peter explained they had let the servants off for the weekend to assure complete privacy for this picture-taking session. Agnes prepared the snack.
Then it was back to picture taking. With an assist from Agnes, Vickie changed into shorts and halter. They moved into the orchard. They took plenty of pictures of Vickie climbing peach trees, reaching for the fruit from other trees and smilingly handing down apples, pears and peaches.
Peter was quite proud of his orchard. Being a wealthy man and semiretired, he devoted a considerable amount of time to the upkeep of his estate. Restoring the plantation to its former greatness was his hobby. He devoted a considerable amount of money and time to the effort. Now, he was going to get it all down in writing and with pictures. He had most of the text already written. The photos would culminate his project. He promised to send Vickie a few copies of the finished book which was costing him plenty through a vanity type publisher.
For the balance of the afternoon, while the sun was still in good shape, the picture-taking session went on. Pictures of Vickie horseback riding, with horses from the stable. Pictures of Vickie on the tennis court. Pictures of Vickie in crinoline dresses furnished by Agnes. The old plantation motif. Pictures of Vickie sipping mint julips with her host and hostess. The camera was designed with a timer to allow this type of picture taking.
CHAPTER FOUR
All in all it had been a wonderful session of picture taking. Vickie was kind of sad when the sun sank behind the trees and outdoor pictures were no longer possible. Vickie enjoyed the meal Agnes whipped up for them, and now, relaxing in the huge living room, sipping at a drink, she felt completely at ease. It was almost as though she were at home. These people had been so nice to her.
The warming drinks were having an effect on her. She had changed to a miniskirt and a brief halter. These, plus a pair of bedroom slippers were all she had on. Peter still had on a pair of shorts and sports shirt. Agnes had changed to a miniskirt and blouse.
When Peter left the room to check on the doors and the windows of the garage and other buildings before bedding down for the night, Agnes came over to the couch, slid an arm around Vickie's neck and gently toyed with Vickie's mop of long, brown hair. Staring into Vickie's soft, brown eyes, Agnes murmured, "You are very beautiful, darling." Agnes' voice was soft and husky. Her pale blue eyes were somber pools of passion.
Vickie leaned back and nodded. She'd been complimented so much today about her beauty it was embarrassing. She liked the feel of Agnes' soft hands on her hair and throat and shoulders. Agnes had a soothing touch. "We're all finished with taking pictures?" she asked.
"Maybe. That depends on you!" Agnes moved for-ward, staring hard at Vickie.
"On me? What do you mean?" Vickie frowned.
"When Peter talked to Lance about hiring a model, he also mentioned a few other things. Someone told Peter that Lance's models could also be used for ... other purposes!" she blurted.
Vickie smiled inwardly. Here it comes, she thought. "What do you have in mind, Agnes?"
"We were thinking that since the picture taking for the book is about finished, we were wondering if you'd be interested in a bit of extracurricular activity. Over and above your normal assignment, of course. Which would have nothing to do with the agency?" She posed the question hopefully, her lips parted expectantly.
Vickie nodded. "Some of us girls do take on extra assignments on our own. After the regular job is completed. This, as you mentioned, has nothing to do with the agency, and the extra money we make is our own. You pay your regular fee to Lance. You understand?"
Agnes' eyes lit up. "I understand. We've already settled on a price to pay Lance. Now the question is: how much will we pay you if you decide to accept our offer?"
Vickie shrugged. "That's entirely up to you and Peter. Just slip something into an envelope and give it to me before I leave. Pay me what you think I'm worth."
"Splendid!" Agnes hopped to her feet, glad that the messy business details were over. She flushed. "We -- Peter and I -- are sort of new at what we have in mind," she explained haltingly. "We've always been such squares. We've been married for more than fifteen years and I don't believe either one of us has ever cheated on the other."
"Wow! That's hard to believe!"
"But it's true."
"Then why are you figuring on starting now?"
Agnes blushed. "We think we've been missing out on a lot of things. We agreed to give it a try. Peter is sort of semiretired. I never worked. We have time on our hands, and frankly, darling, we've been getting bored with each other. We read about all the wife swapping taking_ place. The wild parties. And one day we decided that we'd take a crack at something before we get too old to enjoy it. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Vickie nodded. "It makes sense. The only thing I can't understand is why you waited all these years."
"Peter was so busy amassing his fortune, and I was so busy trying to be an ideal wife, that we just didn't have time to get involved with others. Now we have the time."
"Hmmm. One other thing's bugging me, Agnes."
"Yes?"
"Why just me? I'm a girl. That'll be okay for Peter.How 'bout you? Shouldn't there be another man for you in this plan?"
Agnes eased Vickie from the couch and held tightly to her hands. She moved forward, her baby-blue eyes pools of building lust. "I didn't want another man, darling," she breathed huskily. "I want a girl to make love to. A pretty girl. All my life I've had this crazy yen to make love to another girl. I've suppressed this weird desire. Now, I want to give it a chance."
"You're going to make love to me?" Vickie was aghast. She stepped back, a deep frown forming on her pretty face. A pang of fear swept through her. She'd never had such a yearning as Agnes was describing. She'd never had the faintest desire to make love to another girl, or have another girl make love to her. She was well aware that there were many Lesbians in the world. To date she had steered clear of all such revolting entanglements, though she'd been offered many opportunities in the past by the queer sex.
Agnes, noticing the look of horror on Vickie's face, sighed. "I'm sorry, Vickie, if I've offended you with my proposition. I kind of thought, all girls like you . . " She broke off in confusion.
"Cheap little whores like me'll do anything for a price?" Vickie bestowed a sorrowful look at the embarrassed girl.
"Yes. Lance kind of hinted that his special girls could, and would, do almost anything."
"Well, I've got n e w s f o r Lance a n d f o r you ... " Vickie broke off when she noticed the stricken look in Agnes' eyes. Some of her horror and anguish seeped away. She recalled the words Roy had used in de-scribing her the other night. He'd called her a cheap little fucking whore. The words seared in her mind. Vickie sighed inwardly. Damn it, the old guy had been so right. That's all she was. A cheap, fucking, little whore. Who was she kidding with her display of modesty?
Her words of anger went unspoken. Instead, she whispered, softly, "Why don't we play it by ear, Agnes? It's all somewhat new to you, and believe me, it's new to me. What you havi in mind, that is. But I'm willing to give it a try." She forced a disarming smile.
"Darling! I could hug you!" Agnes said and did. She drew Vickie into her embrace and showered her with a few hot kisses. She drew back, a trifle embarrassed. "There, already I'm starting! I kissed you! That was the first time I've ever kissed another girl like that!" Agnes moved in and planted a few more smackers on Vickie's hot lips. She stepped back. "Do you like?"
Vickie, who'd also had a first time, blushed. "It was different." She could feel herself heating up. She wasn't sure the heating up effect was from the drinks, or from Agnes' kisses. She refilled the glasses and took another sip of the potent liquor. She needed it.
Handing Agnes a refilled glass, Vickie regarded her somberly, "This extracurricular session you and Peter have in mind? What do you plan for me to do?" Vickie operated under the assumption the customer was always right.
"We were kind of hoping you'd do some posing for us. Here in the house. Pictures that couldn't be used in the book. Photos that Peter and I could look at in the future," she explained haltingly.
"Dirty pictures?"
The flush on Agnes' face deepened. "Something like that. If you agree...."
Vickie finished her drink. She downed another. The potent liquor had it's effect. She was warm all over. She felt lightheaded. Like she was on the start of a trip. Lewd thoughts swept through her mind. She grinned impishly. "I'm ready, Agnes. You call the shots. I'm yours to command." She held her hands wide in a token of surrender.
"Oh, darling! You've made me so happy." Agnes crushed Vickie to her embrace and shoved a mess of hot kisses onto Vickie's lips. She was half sobbing in happiness. Then, she called out, loudly, "You can come in now, dear!"
Peter, who'd been lurking outside the living room door, quickly reentered the room. A glance at his face indicated he'd been aware of the gist of their conversation. "She'll go along with it?" he chortled.
Agnes nodded. "All the way. Shell do anything we tell her to. Anything!" Agnes' voice was filled with awe.
"Splendid!" Peter, the master cameraman, sprang into action. He lit the floodlights in the room. He focused the spots on the sofa, which he quickly made into a bed. He zipped behind the camera and adjusted it for best picture taking on the bed scene he was setting up. The camera equipment was professional-type gear. The best money could buy, complete
with zoom-a-lens, close-ups, angle shots, electric timers and everything imaginable.
Vickie watched with bated breath. She'd been the subject for cameras ever since she could remember. Being a very photogenic girl, she'd been the model for countless pictures, from the time her Dad had taken her bare assed on a rug at age two until this after-noon when she'd posed as the model for Peter's up-coming book.
Vickie guessed that during these years she'd posed maybe a million times, give or take a few hundred thousand, but not once during these sessions had she ever posed for dirty pictures. Now she was about to take the plunge.
Agnes, having also decided to take the plunge along with her, moved in on her lovely target. She slowly removed Vickie's halter. She tossed it aside. She stared in awe at Vickie's lovely breasts. "My God, they're so beautiful, darling." Reaching out, she fondled them with her soft hands. Her face was flushed, but Agnes was unmindful of that. Her inner lust was overcoming her inner squareness. Agnes was throwing caution to the wind. She turned to busy Peter. "Aren't they adorable, dear?" She cupped them up for Peter to view.
Peter, who'd been adjusting the zoom-a-lens, halted long enough to take a good look. "They sure are, hon."
"Take a picture of me playing with 'em," suggested Agnes, continuing to fondle and squeeze the immense melons. She tweaked at the tautening nipples.
"Yes, dear." Peter ducked behind the camera on the tripod and zeroed in on the action. He caught the view in clear sight. "Move a bit to the left, hon," he directed. "Cup them up. There. Hold it." He snapped the pose. Then he set the camera for the next shot. "How 'bout if you suck one of them, hon?"
Agnes flushed. Then, sucking in a deep breath, she took the plunge. She nuzzled her mouth onto the closest tit and eagerly took it in and began sucking. It was the first time Agnes had ever taken another girl's breast into her mouth. She quickly adjusted to the tittle sucking technique and gave a good account of herself. She was so intent on working out on the lovely globes that she didn't pay any attention to the movie cameraman.
Finally she looked up and peered at him. "What are you yelling about, dear?"
"I can't take a picture if you keep bobbing around like you're ducking for apples. Hold it, hon. Just take one tittie in your mouth. Suck it good. Now look this way. Give with an expression of lust. There! That's it!" Peter snapped the picture of his wife with one of Vickie's tits in her mouth.
He stepped from behind the camera. "How 'bout if we get a few pictures of Vickie nude?"
"Good thinking." Agnes quickly stripped Vickie to the buff. She stepped back to admire the view. "Lovely," she murmured. "Just lovely!"
Peter echoed her sentiments. His eyes roved over Vickie in a covetous glance. He sucked in a deep breath as he surveyed her expanse of creamy, pinkish-white skin. He almost flipped when he studied her rounded breasts with the taut nipples, in a small sea of brown. They were such lovely, outstanding melons. His glance swept to her slim body; her five feet six inch physique of sheer slender loveliness.
His glance zeroed in on her small patch of pussy hair. The triangular shaped little mound of curly brown hair. He observed her perfect thighs, her smooth legs and her small feet. Next, he glanced back at her pretty face, with the lovely crown of long, brown hair falling to her smooth bare shoulders. He noticed her pert nose. Her pouty mouth, kissable lips and adorable chin. The soft, brown eyes.
Peter made a decision at that moment. He'd stared at many a girl in his life, but at that moment he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this girl was the loveliest of them all. She was breathtakingly beautiful. And so very young and tender. Peter's prick began stirring with admiration for the sight he was staring at.
Then, mindful of his role as ace cameraman, he got back to the business at hand. "How 'bout if you get on the bed, darling?" he suggested.
"Sure. Why not!" Vickie bounced onto the bed. "Tell me how you want me to pose." Again she was back to being Vickie, girl model.
"Hmm. Let's see." Peter almost flipped at the sight of Vickie's exposed pussy.
Vickie was sitting on the open convertible, her back resting against the back end of the couch. Her knees were drawn up and her legs were wide apart. This position revealed all of Vickie. She could sense that the cameraman was impressed by the sight. She edged her
legs a bit wider to allow him more room to judge her assets.
Peter and Agnes bent low and studied Vickie's as-sets with mixed emotions. The sight of the tiny pussy, fringed with curly brown hair was breathtaking. They both stared in awe at the tiny crack with the inviting vaginal lips. They stared at the wide expanse of creamy thighs, and the rounded asscheeks and the tiny puckered brownish asshole visible to their enraptured gaze.
The older married couple sucked in breaths of awe and delight while studying their exposed model. Agnes, unable to restrain herself, sat on the bed next to Vickie and began stroking Vickie's thighs. She ran fingers up and down the creamy, smooth whiteness of the rounded columns. Her eyes were alight with lust.
Peter, not to be outdone, sat on the other side of Vickie. He, too, gave with the feel of Vickie's other thigh.
Vickie sighed and moaned happily at the feel of the two pairs of hands stroking her goodies. She smiled at her hosts and humped her pussy forward for them to cop a few feels.
They did. Peter beat Agnes to her crotch. He gently shoved a finger into Vickie's cute pussy and reamed it out. Then, having found a bit of moisture on his finger, he withdrew it and sucked his finger. "Hmmm. It tastes good. Have some, hon," he invited his wife to taste the juicy morsel.
Agnes dipped her fingers in. She sucked her moist fingers. She grew hot all over. She yearned to sink more than fingers into the pie. She turned to Peter who was fingering Vickie's cute asshole. "You said. I could suck the girl off, if she agreed to it," she reminded him.
"And Vickie will let you?" Peter withdrew his finger from Vickie's gooey asshole and licked it.
"She said she would, and Peter ... I want you to take a picture of me doing it!" Agnes blushed.
"Okay!" Peter, back to being a cameraman, darted behind his equipment and focused. "How 'bout taking off your clothes, hen?" he called.
Agnes stepped from the bed and stripped to the buff.
Vickie stared in awe at the naked lady. Actually Agnes looked better naked than with clothes on. Her creamy white skin was flawless. Her tittles, which seemed rather blah with her clothes on, bounced for-ward enticingly. Agnes' breasts were not large, but they were firm and solid. She had a nice slender shape, maybe a trifle thin, but adequate. Her legs were not rounded things of glory, being a bit on the thin side, but they were pleasing. Her cunt was covered with a large mat of dark, curly brown hair. A good-sized mat of hair, indicating that Agnes was not a real blonde at all. An item Vickie had suspected from the first.
Vickie looked the girl over good while she undressed. She could understand now why Peter had flipped at the sight of her in the nude. She was so much more shapely than his wife.
Vickie smiled when Agnes joined her on the bed. The older girl gathered her into her arms and pressed a few hot kisses on Vickie's lips. "I'm going to make love to you, darling," she breathed huskily. "I'm not quite sure how to do it, but I'll improvise. I think I know what to do. I've been reading about it. Please go along with me," she whispered between kisses.
"Yes. Yes." Vickie was heating up under Agnes' kisses. She touched Agnes' small titties and fondled them. Waves of lust engulfed her. It was the first time she'd ever felt another girl's bare fits. The feel was ex-citing. She stroked and squeezed. She continued stroking and squeezing while Agnes moved downward on a kissing journey of Vickie's lovely, naked body.
Agnes sucked Vickie's fifties upward, upward, up-ward... . Then she turned to her husband. "Take a shot of me sucking Vickie's fits." She wiggled her ass around to get a better position, obeying the cameraman's called out instructions.
"Move to the left a bit, hon," directed Peter, peering through the viewfinder. He saw his wife burrowing in on the adorable teenager's lush tits. Agnes had one of them far into her mouth, eagerly sucking at it. "Look this way, hon. Eyes wide. That's it. Hold! There. I got it. Now this time, reach down with your fingers and scratch her snatch while you suck her tits."
Agnes obeyed the instructions. Another picture taken for posterity. Then Agnes, having savored of the lush fits, moved down to greener pastures. She caught a whiff of Vickie's cunt and almost swooned in delight.
Without hesitation, Agnes took the plunge. She had gone too far to turn back now. The effects of the drinks, the sight of Vickie's lush nudeness, the feel of Vickie's big tits in her mouth, and the smell of Vickie's cunt were too much to resist. Agnes dipped down. Her tongue shot out. She closed her mouth over Vickie's twat and shoved her tongue far in. Her mouth kissed at Vickie's vaginal lips while her tongue swabbed in-side Vickie's adorable cunt.
Agnes was a first timer at the moment, but like countless millions of girls before her who'd taken their first dip into another's twat, she quickly became an ex-pert cunt lapper. Within minutes she passed the Lesbian test and became adept at the art. In. Out. Her tongue darted into the tiny cunt. She licked at the moistness. She kissed the pussy. She tweaked at the curly cunt hairs. She stroked the creamy thighs. She fondled the cute, out thrust asscheeks. She moved hands and fingers around on the creamy lushness of the adorable, nude teenager.
Again and again she savored of the lustfulness of the moment. Again and again she kissed, sucked, fingered and sucked some more. She felt the small girl thrashing around her and moaning under the tongue lashing she was giving her. She dipped far into Vickie's pussy, trying to get a taste of Vickie's creamy juice. She tasted of the moistness and eagerly slurped at the lovely well.
Peter tried issuing directions to his wife about how to position herself for better shots. Finally he gave up speaking to her. She wasn't listening. She was enjoying the sucking too much. He watched enviously as his wife burrowed in on the tiny pussy with her mouth, tongue and fingers.
Peter bided his time. He took an occasional shot of Agnes sucking the adorable slot from time to time when she was in a position. He managed to get a few good shots of Agnes with tongue in crack. In between shots, he slid from his clothes. The sight of his wife of many years sucking this, teenaged girl thrilled him. His prick became bone hard.
Naked Peter was a sight to behold. His chubby body was quite hairy. His belly was somewhat large, from too much good food and drinks, and not enough exercise. His legs were like hairy piano stools, and his ass-cheeks were big, and covered with a fringe of darkish hair. Peter had a nice sized cock. Not immense by any means, but adequate as cock sizes go.
At the moment his cock was solid and out thrust as though anxious for action. Peter weighed the possibility of joining the girls on the bed, but decided against it. Agnes was enjoying herself too much. She might re-sent the intrusion. He'd had quite a time convincing her they should try this thing. He didn't want to ruin it now. He continued staring through his viewfinder, enjoying the action and taking an occasional shot of the girls.
He played with his cock and hoped he could hold out until it was his time. It had been many a year since Peter had been as hot as he was at that moment.
He heard the sounds of pleasure emanating from the convertible. At that moment Peter wished he'd bought sound equipment to go along with his camera gear. He made a mental note to take care of this over.sight as soon as possible. He'd have loved to have the sound effects of this moment.
The slurping sounds made by Agnes as she dipped her mouth and tongue in and out of the adorable pussy would have made for good listening while watching. The expression of sheer delight on Vickie's face and the moans of satisfaction she was uttering while getting her pussy sucked was exhilarating. Peter was getting a few good still shots of the action. He made another vow that the next time around he'd not only have sound equipment but he'd also use a movie camera.
Like most good things, it had to come to an end. Agnes' sucking of her cunt was so good it began to hurt. Vickie moaned and thrashed around under the tongue lashing. She spasmed several times. She was so hot, it was unbearable. She had been glancing at the ace cameraman, and had noticed he'd stripped to the buff and his cock was surging hard. The sight of the big cock sent Vickie off the deep end. As much as she liked the way Agnes was handling her pussy, she knew it wasn't enough.
Her passion, her lust were too much to be sated by another girl's tongue. Especially now, when she could observe the big prick bouncing around. She eased sucking Agnes away. "Enough yet!" She giggled. "It's so good, it hurts!"
Agnes licked her chops and sighed when her face was shoved away from the adorable item she'd been enjoying. She wanted to continua, but bowed to the wishes of the girl. Reluctantly she got to her feet, her glance still zeroed in on the lovely, twitching twat she'd sucked so fondly.
It had been the first sucking session for Agnes. At that moment she -felt a pang of regret at not having tried it before. If she'd only realized how nice and pleasant it would be, she'd of started years ago. Agnes made a vow. This wouldn't be the last time. She'd partake of pussys often in the future.
She glanced around when she noticed buzzing at her side. It was Peter. His face was flushed. His prick was hard and he was panting like the wolf at the sight of Little Red Riding Hood. Agnes frowned. "What's with you?"
"Can I fuck 'er, hon? Please? You said we'd go all the way tonight. You've had 'er. Now, it's my turn?" Peter glanced at his wife hopefully.
"We didn't say anything about fucking, dear. Just sucking and nude picture taking," Agnes reminded him. "If rd thought it would lead to this, rd have insisted on another man for the session." This wasn't quite true, but Agnes threw it in for discussion.
"I know, hon, but I'm so hot. Watching you two. Please let me take 'er?" His eyes implored.
"Yeah, let him," encouraged Vickie, who was hot to trot. "Then you can have me again, Agnes." " She smiled sweetly and humped her pussy upward invitingly.
"Well. ..." Agnes wilted. She nodded. "Okay, you horny bastard! Go take 'er!'
The words were hardly off her lips before Peter was off and running toward Vickie. He bounced onto the bed, knelt between her adorable thighs and poised his big cock toward the entrance to the lovely target. "How 'bout snapping a few pictures of this, hon?"
With a dazed look in her eyes, Agnes went behind the camera on the tripod and focused in on the bed action. The frown on her face deepened as she observed through the viewfinder, her husband's big cock within inches of the tiny twat she'd just finished sucking. The tiny pussy was twitching, the vaginal lips were wiggling with every movement of Vickie's thighs and the tiny slit was opening for action as though the crack sensed an oncoming shaft.
It was quite an inspiring sight. Agnes forgot her momentary qualms of dissent and despair and became Agnes, the camera girl. She snapped the picture. She directed the actors to new poses. Her voice was crisp and authoritative, like a director of an X-rated movie. "Ease the head of your cock in, dear! That's it. Just a little more. Hold it. Look this way. A lewd smile, please. Gotcha." She snapped the picture and quickly readjusted the camera for another shot.
"This time, dear," she issued new orders, "Suck 'er tit while shoving your cock in. Move a bit to the left. Move your leg out some. Your big, fat ass is ruining the pose. Move it. There. Now take a bit more tit in your mouth. Stare at the camera. Now ease a few more inches of cock in. There! Hold!" Agnes took the shot.
Having gotten sufficient poses of her husband fucking the cheap little whore, Agnes went to the bed, sat be-side the action couple and slapped her husband on the big, hairy rump. "Okay, you bastard! The picture taking's over for now. You can go ahead and fuck the bitch!"
Peter eagerly followed instructions.
Vickie was glad he did. She moaned happily when she felt his big, fat cock sliding into her well-sucked pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was late Sunday afternoon when Vickie arrived at her apartment.. She was bushed. It had been a very interesting weekend. Peter and Agnes had given her quite a workout. It was as though they both had tried to make up for the many years they'd missed in loving others, and doing a bit of adultrous cheating. They had sure made up for lost time. Vickie's pussy was still twitching and throbbing from the pounding it had taken. Poundings by hot tongues, and a hot cock that had zoomed up again and again.
Vickie had been amazed at Peter's virility. For a man pushing forty-two, he'd acted more like a man in his early twenties. The guy had been insatiable. Even now, many hours later, he'd been very reluctant to let her go home.
Not only had Peter used up a considerable amount of his energy on her, he'd also used up a dozen rolls of film. Vickie had been posed in more positions than she'd dreamed possible. Peter had mentioned he wanted something to remember her by. Well, he'd taken it. In all kinds of conceivable poses of her alone, with Agnes, with him and with all of them in a group by using the time exposure of the camera gear.
Peter had promised to send her a copy of all the pictures when he developed them, also a copy of his book, when he had it published.
Now, with her twitching pussy at last quieted, and her envelope with the extra money in it stashed in her purse, she entered her bedroom to face her roommate.
Connie was flopped on the bed, listening to the radio and sipping at a drink. The dark-haired girl was stark naked. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her mass of dark pubic hair and her sizable cunt. Connie often flopped around the bedroom in the nude, so the sight was not too surprising. She sat up on the side of the bed when Vickie entered the room. She gave with a mock smile and sounding like a mother hen, she clucked, "It's about time! Where've you been?"
Connie felt a sense of responsibility toward this cute kid who'd been placed in her charge. Connie, being the oldest member of the group of four whores who resided in the apartment was more or less looked upon as the group leader.
Lance phoned her and issued instructions for the girls, including her own assignments. Connie saw to it that the assignments were carried out.
Vickie flopped onto the bed on her back and cut loose with a big sigh of relief. It felt good to be back home. To the familiar surroundings of her apartment and being with her roommate, the girl she felt a strange attachment for. She genuinely liked this, older, dark-haired girl. She needed the consolation and motherly love the girl provided. She rested fingers on Connie's bare thigh and drummed her fingers.
Cutting loose with a few more sighs, Vickie said, "Wow! What a weekend!" She shook her head in disbelief. "You wouldn't believe what I've been through."
Connie hovered over her little chick. She slid an arm under Vickie's neck, cradled the lovely in her arms and stared down with love in her eyes. "They didn't hurt you?"
Vickie giggled. "Hell no. They were gentle, kind and considerate. They loved me." She smiled at the memory of their love.
"I'm glad. I love you, too, darling." Connie's voice was husky. She ran the tips of her fingers lightly across Vickie's lips. "You're my special little girl," she breathed.
"And I was their special little girl, too."
"Both of 'em?"
"Both." Vickie spread her arms above her head and chuckled.
"Agnes make love to you, too?" Connie didn't know the couple. They had just been names she'd written on a paper. Names she'd gotten over the phone from Lance.
"Did she ever! Wow!" Vickie smiled lewdly at the memory of Agnes bumping her twat. The older lady had made up in eagerness what she'd lacked in pussy-licking skill. Before the night was over, Agnes had developed into a top-notch Lesbian, with Vickie her prime target.
"Did you like her doing it to you?" Connie's voice was suddenly husky and throaty. Her fingers strayed down to Vickie's blouse. She worked them in under the material and rested them atop Vickie's luscious melons. Her other hand strayed onto Vickie's thighs and began a slow, drumming journey up Vickie's creamy inner thighs.
Vickie frowned. A sudden aversion swept over her. She stared hard at her roommate. She nodded. The frown on her face deepened. "I loved it. Why?" she blurted the question.
Connie, seeing the look of horror on Vickie's pretty face, flushed. She backed her fingers away. "Never mind. It was just a thought." She sucked in a deep breath and her momentary passion ebbed. She was back to being, Connie, boss whore. "How much did the horny couple pay you?" She hopped to her feet, went over to the end table and refilled her glass.
"I don't know. I didn't open the envelope. It's in my bag. Let's check." Vickie opened the bag and pulled out the sealed envelope. She didn't look before, because she wanted to keep this moment for a surprise. Hers and Connie's. A sort of a game they played. She pulled out the big wad of bills and began counting. "Wow!" she gulped. "Two hundred dollars!"
Connie's eyes bugged wide, tinged with a trace of envy. "Two hundred bucks! Wow! You sure did please 'em!" She handed Vickie a drink. "You sure you only took on the two of 'em? Agnes and Peter?" Her voice contained a measure of envy.
"Just the two of 'em." Vickie sipped at her drink. She smiled and stared at the money. "This was a first time for them," she explained. "I guess they didn't know how much they should give me. I told 'em it was up to them to decide what I was worth. And they are rich."
Connie shrugged. The momentary jealousy had ebbed. After all, Connie reasoned, it was only money. That's what they were both in the racket for. Connie recalled the many times she'd earned big money for weekends, when she was fresh and young like this kid. "Did you eat supper yet?" She changed the subject.
"I could use a snack. What's in the refrigerator?"
"Me and the girls had some lamb roast Ginger cooked it. There's some left over. Want me to heat it up? Maybe the other girls'll want a snack, too." Connie slid into a wrap around and stepped into bedroom slippers. "You slide into something comfortable, darling. Ill get the snack ready."
A few minutes later, Vickie joined the group in the kitchen. The four girls sat around the table munching on the goodies that Connie had whipped up for her brood. The four beauties engaged in idle chitchat.
Neither Ginger, or Ruth, asked Vickie about her weekend. They, too, had been on assignments.
Vickie wasn't as close to the other two girls as she was to Connie. Ginger and Ruth shared the other bedroom in the lush apartment provided by Lance for his special girls. Ginger was twenty. She was a dazzling redhead, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds on a lush, curvy five feet seven inch physique. Ginger had won countless beauty contests and was a sparkling, blue-eyed beauty with a terrific sense of humor.
Ruth, her roomie, was twenty-one. She displaced one hundred and twenty-five pounds of curvy, blonde loveliness on a five feet seven inch shape. She had pale blue eyes, a somewhat thin face with a wide generous mouth and habitually wore a serious expression. Ruth was the deep thinker of the group.
After settling her brood at the table and piling their plates with goodies, Connie joined them. This was a typical Sunday evening get together. The one night in the week they seemed to be able to meet without having tricks to work. This was the time Connie usually outlined their duties for the upcoming week.
"Lance called a while ago," Connie explained, consulting her work booklet. "Ginger, you're to keep on with your project with that artist in the Village. He told Lance he wants you for at least three more days."
Ginger crinkled her cute nose and winced. It wasn't one of her choice assignments. The conceited artist had more than paint brushes on his mind. He seemed more intent with the bush between Ginger's adorable thighs. She nodded. "Okay."
"And Ruth, you're still assigned to that political guy you've been with the past few days. You'll still be acting as his private secretary. Taking notes and taking care of all the little things that come up!" She giggled.
"Little things?" Ruth sighed. The old guy sure didn't have a little cock. It was plenty big and he knew how to use it. She nodded. "Okay, boss. Gotcha. I'll join him at his motel same time tomorrow?"
"Right. And for the next few days." Connie closed her notebook.
"How 'bout me?" Vickie asked.
Connie smiled and petted her hand. "He doesn't have anything lined up for you for tomorrow, darling. You can sit home and relax. Maybe go shopping. Or do what you want."
"Okay." Vickie was glad. She could use a bit of a rest after the hectic weekend. She'd take a trip to the bank to add the two hundred to her growing bank account. She'd do a bit of shopping at her favorite stores.
"He'll have a few things lined up for you by Tuesday, darling." Connie explained. "Oh, and by the way, Lance was telling me about a big one he's got cooked up for this coming weekend. A big bash that'll keep all four of us busy."
"Oh?" Vickie turned to her.
"A big party at David Brett's place. You've heard of David Brett, the producer?"
Ginger and Ruth nodded. Their eyes lit up. "Wow!" Ginger exclaimed. "Not the David Brett?"
"The same." Connie grinned. "David and his wife, Sue, are throwing one of their famous whing-dings. Out on his estate. There'll be plenty of big shots there. They want us around to spruce up the place and add beauty, and maybe to take care of some of the famous guests!" Connie grinned.
Vickie vaguely recalled hearing or reading about the Bretts. The name was beginning to jar a responsive note in her memory. She had heard about David Brett. He was a well-known producer of tv specials and had many movie credits to his name.
And as befitted a famous celebrity, Vickie began remembering the tidbits of gossip she'd read and heard about the guy -- and his equally famous wife, who had been quite a star in her heyday.
Her interest perked up. It could prove to be an interesting weekend. Maybe as interesting as this past weekend.
CHAPTER SIX
Vickie listened intently while Connie outlined their duties and responsibilities. They arrived at the Brett place and had been assigned to a huge bedroom to use as their meeting place and quarters during their stay The room contained two regular-sized beds in case the girls did actually need a place to sleep.
Vickie felt tense and nervous. The sight of the place had been awe inspiring. David Brett had bought up a few hundred acres here about forty minutes' drive from the city. On the land he'd built a huge mansion complete with everything modern, as befitted a mogul like him. It was rumored he'd spent a million dollars on this place and Vickie could well believe it. The place was fabulous. Swimming pool. Tennis court. Riding stable. Nine hole golf course. The works.
The place was like one of his movie settings. A place where the ultra rich and jet setters gathered on an almost continuing basis. While driving out to the place this morning, Connie had mentioned a few of the celebrities who would probably be in attendance. It was like a who's who of the entertainment and social world. Some were famous names.
Vickie wondered why people like this would be coming to a notorious party like David Brett was known to throw. During her somewhat slow week, Vickie had dropped in at the public library and had read a few old newspapers to catch up on the famous Bretts. The papers had refreshed her memory about the scandals that had taken place here. From the accounts, and insinuations in the papers, Vickie got the impression that the Bretts and their guests were quite a wild, swinging group. The anything-goes-type of people.
Connie quickly set the record straight. Gathering her brood around her in the bedroom, she outlined their responsibilities. "You girls are on your good behavior. David mentioned to Lance that he doesn't want any nude picture taking. The last party he had some nosy reporter crashed it with a camera and got all kinds of pictures which he peddled to the lurid magazines. The publicity was bad for David. So he's passed the words, girls. No nude posing. If any pictures are taken make sure you have something on."
"Bikinis okay?" Ginger asked.
"Certainly. Anything. As long as you have your snatches covered and something over your tittles."
"How 'bout if we get a chance to pick up some extra loot?" Ruth, the serious member of the group asked.
Connie shrugged. "That'll be up to you, but be discreet. Our main job will be to move around among the guests. Smile and be pleasant to all of them. Talk with 'em. Joke with 'em. Bend the elbow with 'em. Be congenial. Move around a lot Try not to get stuck with any one person, or group of persons. Remember we're here to add beauty and youth to the party. Like decorations; frosting on the cake. David Brett likes to have lots of good-looking young chicks around. It pleases his ego."
"And supposing the party starts to get rough-like this evening?" Ginger asked.
"By then David should have things pretty well organized. He'll know who wants to go the route. Those of his guests that don't want to remain for the real fun will probably shove off by then," Connie explained: "If things go like they did the last time, I look for him to gather his special guests in his playroom sometime after dinner. That'll include us four, of course."
"And we'll be expected to entertain them?"
"Exactly. At that time we'll do exactly what David, or his wife, Sue, tells us to do. If he tells anyone of us to suck a cock right in front of everyone, don't hesitate. Start sucking. Or if he has a stud guy on hand to fuck one of us -- do it! Lay right down and let the guy bang you. Any other questions?"
Vickie shuddered. She didn't like the blunt way Connie outlined the possibilities. She recalled the ac-counts of the parties she'd read in the old newspapers at the library.
"In other words, girls," continued Connie, "play it by ear. We're here to entertain the guests and to be nice to them. They're important people. This assignment means a lot to Lance. Brett throws a lot of extra work to Lance's agency. The more we please Mr. and Mrs. Brett, the better it will be for all of us. And remember, don't talk money with anyone. In addition to our regular salary, I'll collect a flat gratuity from Brett to divide among us. How much it'll be depends on how much we please the Bretts. Understand?"
The girls nodded. Connie hopped from the bed. "Okay for the ground rules. Now we'll go into action. Make this room your meeting place. You can change clothes here. Come here and rest once in a while. Or relax. Now, let me see ..." Connie pursed her lips. "Ginger, you slip into a bikini and hang around the pool. That'll charge up the natives." She grinned. "Ruth, you get into some riding gear and do a bit of horseback riding. That'll not only charge up the horse lovers, but it'll also charge up the horses!"
She turned to Vickie. "Darling, you slip on a shorts set. For tennis. Just go down to the tennis court. They have rackets, balls and things you need. Be nice to the athletes. And remember, darling, tennis is a game of love."
Connie watched while her brood of beauties slid from their clothes and covered their naked, lush bodies with the assigned clothing she'd mentioned. She wet her lips at the sight of the voluptuous tittles, the cute, hairy cunts and the creamy pinkish-white, out thrust butts. Connie realized that this group was the prettiest group she'd ever been in charge of, especially the brown-haired teenager, Vickie. That kid was some-thing special.
"Switch around occasionally," cautioned Connie. "Ginger, after you swim for awhile, you can change into shorts and play tennis. Ruth, you can swim. Vickie, you can change and ride a few horses. Be flexible. It'll be a long day. Spread yourselves around and give all the men a break." She patted her lovelies on the butts and sent them on their way. "I'll mix around with the guests in the house," she said. "See if Brett has anything special he wants us to do. I'll keep in touch with you all and I'll be keeping an eye on you. Now, get going, girls."
Vickie maintained a pleasant smile while wending her way to the tennis courts. It was a double court, well lined and with a huge back up net to catch errant tennis balls. It was a professional layout. Vickie had played some tennis in high school and while she wasn't an expert she could handle a racket almost as well as she could handle a prick.
The players who were banging the balls around quickly induced her to join them. A foursome was formed. Vickie and some older girl named Helen. Helen was a gangly blonde of about twenty-five. She was a bit player on one of David's daytime soap operas. Vickie, an ardent disciple of the soap watcher clan, recognized the girl and was quite thrilled at meeting her. The girl was friendly, relaxed and charming.
She was also quite a good tennis player. She and her partner, a handsome young actor named Mike Tomkins, a featured player in the same soap operas succeeded in giving Vickie and her playing partner, Eddie, quite a drubbing in three straight sets.
After the grueling game, Vickie sat on the bench at the side of the court to catch her breath. It had been exciting and she was a bit bushed.
Mike sat next to her. He cut loose with his charming smile. His dark, intense eyes were alight with friendliness as he moved in on her. "Hi, Vickie. Let's get to know each other better. My full name's Mike Tomkins."
Vickie nodded. She cut loose with her formal, charming smile. "I know. I see you on television often. You're on one of my favorite programs, `As the Worm Turns."
"Gee, thanks for recognizing me." Mike was pleased. "It's always nice to meet a fan. How 'bout if we wander off somewhere and have a drink?" he suggested, hopping to his feet. Reaching over, he picked up his sweat shirt and slid into it.
Vickie watched with mixed emotions. Mike was a handsome hunk of man. He was about twenty-five. He was six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and eighty. He had dark hair, intense dark eyes, and an habitual moody expression that so endeared him to the woman viewers of his deaily program on tv. Mike -played the part of a guy who was half villain-half hero. In real life he looked the part. He had pouty lips and his hair was cut in the new rebellion style, sweeping to his shoulders. His sideburns were wide, almost to his lips.
He was athletic and had a handsome, muscular physique. Right now he was pulling his sweat shirt down over his hairy, manly chest. He'd been playing in just his shorts and tennis shoes.
He slid an arm through hers and led her away from the tennis courts. "I know a nice, secluded spot where we can go and get better acquainted, Vickie," he murmured. "Enroute, I'll pick up a bottle of liquor." Mike moved with the assurance of a man who knew his way around the place.
Vickie reasoned he'd probably been here many times in the past. Brett liked to have his actors and actresses hanging around his place. Vickie was tempted to go with him. Then she recalled Connie's words. Not to get too wound up with any one individual. To spread herself around. To be charming to all the people, not just one.
"Let's take a rain check on it, 'Mike." Gently she disengaged his clinging fingers. "I sort of have to stick around. It's part of my assignment."
"What?" Mike was unconvinced. Then he frowned. "Are you one of the girls from Lance Henderson's agency? I heard David hired a few to pretty up the place?"
Vickie flushed. She didn't like his tone of voice. "I am."
The welcoming grin faded. His eyes grew troubled and moody, like they did during his tv episodes. He shook his head in disbelief. "I'll be damned! I never would've thought it How did a pretty, young kid like you get wound up with a sleazy outfit like his?"
Vickie bristled. "It's not a sleazy outfit. It's a modeling agency. I like my job. Now, if you'll excuse me!" She turned away.
Mike turned her back. "I'm sorry, Vickie. I shot off my mouth without thinking. I've heard about Lance's type of operation."
Vickie was still horsed off. "I don't care what you've heard!" Then, remembering her purpose in being here, she forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I can't go with you right now. I sort of have to stick around here." She held up her racket. "Maybe later, we'll get together?" She held out a promise and cut loose with a charming smile.
Mike nodded curtly. "Forget it!" He turned and left, his dark eyes brooding, a deep frown etched on his handsome face.
Vickie watched him leave with mixed emotions. Their few minutes together had an electrifying effect on her. Mike was a bachelor. She'd seen him often on television. She'd read about him in the fan magazines. She knew he had quite a reputation as a swinger. A free-lance lover. His name had been linked romantically with many girls. Some of them famous personalities. He'd always managed to sidestep the big event -- marriage.
Now, having met one of her idols in person, she'd been impressed. Mike had a way of looking deep into the eyes of girls. Looks that caused girls to go ape over him. She had been no exception. When Mike had held her hands, stared into her eyes and had invited her to go with him, her heart had turned to jelly. She had been ready for anything he could dish out. Only her sense of duty had prevented her from shoving off with him.
But she was disturbed. She had offended him. Apparently Mike wasn't used to getting rebuffed. The hurt, surprised look in his eyes when she'd refused him had touched her heart. She began having regrets about having given him the brush off.
All her life Vickie had been hoping and living for the day when she'd meet the right man. The guy who would turn her on. She had the girlish dreams about love, romance and the happily ever after routine. Her brief encounter with Mike had about convinced her that this might be the magic moment. The beginning of her dream come true.
Now, she'd probably never find out. She had curtly sent him on his way, and from the look on his face, he wouldn't be coming back.
Vickie sighed resignedly and accepted the invitation to bang a few tennis balls around issued by a chubby, middle-aged man who'd sidled up to her. She put on her mechanical, charming smile and banged the ball around with the old gent. He was a fairly good player, and Vickie tactfully let the older guy beat her.
It was good for the guy's morale and ego. After the game they sat on the bench and chatted. He was a friendly old coot. A wealthy Wall Street tycoon who kept slipping into shop talk, interspersing stocks and bonds into their conversation. Vickie didn't mind. She let him ramble on, while her thoughts wandered. She didn't even mind it when the grey-haired old goat gave her a few feels on her tittles and butt and thighs. She could see that she was charging the gent up by the bulge in the front of his Bermuda shorts. She turned on the charm and nuzzled up to him, giving him an added thrill.
Anything to help the good old Lance Henderson Agency.
From this old character, she went to others. From the tennis court, she went to the swimming pool, then to the stables and back to the recreation area.
During the course of the afternoon, Vickie spread herself around, especially among the men, who seemed to latch on to her the minute she was free. She felt flattered at being the center of attraction. There were roughly two dozen guests assembled at the estate. They ranged in age from her nineteen up to old cadgers who must be pushing fifty. She was the youngest, and by far the prettiest girl in the entire mob.
She drank very little. Occasionally she wandered in with an eager beaver of a man for a snack at the smorgasbord-type luncheon table. Vickie was thoroughly enjoying herself and found herself on a first name calling basis with most of the guests. In-formality was the keyword of the gathering. She, and the other luscious models from the agency, were made to feel right at home among the wealthy guests.
It was exhilarating. Then, as the shadows lengthened and the sun went down, the party moved indoors. Vickie recalled Connie's words.
The hardcore group that was still around in the playroom obviously were those swingers who would be going the route. The more timid souls, those too old, or those who were squares about such things, had said their good-byes and had departed. About a dozen guests remained in the playroom. That included Vickie and her pals.
Connie nuzzled up to her at the built-in bar, slid an arm about her, and said, "Darling, I've had good re-ports about you." Connie smiled at her tender little whore. The cream of her crop.
"You did!" Vickie was pleased.
"The men all had nice things to say about you. Even the women liked you. All except one guy," added Connie, a puzzled gleam in her eyes.
"Oh! Who?"
"That handsome knothead standing over there in the corner, brooding." Connie inclined her head.
Vickie glanced over. She flushed. "That's Mike Tomkins. He complained about me?" A note of worriement crept into her voice.
Connie shrugged. "I saw him and you playing tennis early this afternoon. When I bumped into him later, I asked him how he liked you. I kinda check up on my chicks," she explained.
"Oh? And what did he say?"
"He snorted, gave me a dirty look, and stalked away. From what I gathered he wasn't too impressed with you. Did you insult him?"
Vickie chuckled. "I guess I kinda bruised his ego. He wanted me to wander off with him. I think he had a bit of hanky-panky in mind. I told him I was on duty and not available. I guess it hurt his tender feelings. I imagine Mike isn't used to getting brushed off by girls." Vickie cut loose with a nervous laugh.
Connie nodded. "I figured it might be something like that." She placed her hands over Vickie's and squeezed intimately. "Never mind him. You did just fine with the rest of the guests. David and Sue were very much impressed with you, darling. They love you."
Vickie smiled in relief. She had met the host and hostess during the afternoon. Both had been pleasant to her. David, the famous producer had given her a good looking over and had been impressed by what he'd observed.
Vickie hadn't been too impressed by David's physical appearance. David was about forty-six. He was tall and had a lean, hungry look. He was suave, debonair and wore his long, greyish-brown hair in a shoulder length mod cut. He had a moustache and heavy sideburns. Unfortunately the hairdo made him look ten years older than his actual age. He had on flared slacks, a wild sports shirt and beads and spangles of the youth movement. A movement he'd grown out of ten years ago but didn't have sense enough to realize it. David still tried to impart the young image and his tired, grey eyes betrayed him. He was a washed out older man trying to maintain the illusion of youthful virility.
His wife, Sue, was another breed. She was his third wife and was sixteen years younger. She had a svelte one hundred and twenty-five pound shape of five feet seven inches and loaded with lush 38-24-36 inch measurements. Currently Sue was a blonde. She had the blue eyes to go with the blonde hair. She was an intense young woman, inclined to be moody and inclined to bend the elbow a bit too much. At one time she'd been a famous movie queen and recently had moved into the skin flick area.
Both David and Sue had been very cordial to her during their brief encounters during the afternoon. Now that the afternoon of fun and games was over and the evening of entertainment was about to be-gin, Vickie began having some misgivings. She glanced about. In addition to her, Connie, Ginger and Ruth, there were about a dozen other people in the room. Eight men and four other women. The remaining group of partygoers were in their thirties and forties. This excluded Mike and his costar, Helen, who were both in their twenties.
As the evening wore on and the partygoers began bending the elbow more frequently, getting oiled, the conversation began getting more and more uncouth. The small talk was dropped and the jokes and sayings were downright vulgar. The people relaxed and be-came more intimate. The ladies, sitting around on the couches and chairs began spreading their legs apart to show the men present that most of them had left their panties off and their snatches were in plain view for those who wanted to peek.
David, the genial host, set the mood of the session later in the evening. He flicked the lights in the room low, turned on a movie projector and flashed onto a screen the latest skin flick made by his lovely wife. The movie made the current X-rated movies pale into insignificance. In the movie, Sue gave a good account of herself as a cocksucking, cunt-lapping, ass-fucking whore. She went the entire route with a series of actors and actresses. The scenes were vividly photo-graphed in natural color.
When the movie was over there were gasps of awe, envy and delight. Sue became the center of attraction from her fans. The gist of the remarks were to the effect that she'd given a good account of herself, and though she wouldn't win an Academy Award with her performance, she would undoubtedly attract a large audience wherever the movie was shown.
During this time, David beamed proudly at his beautiful wife. Then, the adulation having died down, he stepped to the center of the stage area. A raised platform on which was a bed, floodlights, and a few pieces of furniture for props.
He clapped his hands to gain their attention. When they gathered in front of the stage, he said, "I think we're now in the mood for some live entertainment!" He grinned lewdly at his well-oiled guests.
Choruses of assent greeted his suggestion.
Smiling fondly, he held out his hand. "Vickie! Front and center!" he ordered.
Vickie, who'd been watching the movie with mouth agape and a twinge of disgust, flushed hotly. She'd slunk into the back of the group gathered by the stage. The showing of the dirty picture had aroused misgivings in her. She had been toying with the idea of slipping away from the lewd gathering.
Now she was being called forth. "Who me?" She gulped.
"Yes you, m'dear. Come up here!" David held out his hand.
"But ... but ..." Vickie began lodging a formal protest.
The protest was cut short by Connie hissing into her ear, "You heard the man, darling! Move it!" She jabbed Vickie in the ass and propelled her forward.
Vickie's rebellion died. Sucking in a deep breath, she moved forward and joined David on the stage. She forced a smile though her knees were knocking together and she was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. She held tightly to David's arm for reassurance. She felt a momentary faintness. She forced a big smile and said, faintly, "Hi."
David beamed and wrapped his hand around her slender waist. "You folks have all met our lovely little teenager, Vickie?"
Nods of assent' and smiles of approval greeted his question.
"Since Vickie is the youngest member of our group and one of the prettiest," continued David, with a lewd smile, "I think it only fitting she should have the honor of getting our group into the proper mood!" He turned to her. "Strip, Vickie darling!" he ordered, stepping back a pace.
Vickie's face grew crimson. "Here? Now? In front of everyone?" she gasped.
David nodded. "Take your clothes off, hon." His voice was pleasant, but had a ring of authority. "We want to see how adorable you are in the nude."
Vickie hesitated a moment longer. Her eyes sought and found Connie's. Connie nodded and smiled imperceptibly, her lips forming the words, "Do as the man says, darling."
Vickie unhooked her blouse. Slowly she removed it from her creamy white shoulders. She slid it down over her melons. Since she hadn't put on a bra, this action stripped her to the waist. Her luscious, creamy, pinkish-white mounds burst forth in all their wonderful glory. Her solid, out thrust titties bounced forward without restraint. Her firm, solid, rounded and fully packed globes thrust outward. Her nipples on a small sea of brown were beginning to tauten.
David reached over, gathered the huge melons into his warm hands and fondled them ecstatically. He cupped them upward. He tweaked at the nipples. He massaged the creamy, smooth mounds of de-light. He twirled them like dials on a tv set. He played with them lewdly. "Wow!" he enthused. "What a pair of fits this kid has!"
David slid in back of Vickie while fondling her goodies. He toyed with her breasts while making lewd observations about how beautiful they were. He cupped them upward and nuzzled his lips against the back of her neck while extolling her beauty. Then he slid his fingers down and slid them into the waistband of her miniskirt. He fumbled with zipper and button and finally found the right combination.
"Now we'll see what our adorable teenager looks like!" David gave a tug and a yank to the tiny garment, slid it down her lush, pinkish-white thighs that were glorious columns of sheer heavenly delight.
David's expression of delight joined with the other expressions of delight. Vickie had left off her panties. She now stood before the group naked! And so lovely! At five feet six inches of sheer, curvy delight, Vickie was a wonderful sight to behold in the nude. Her naked body was adorable. Her tender, young skin was so smooth, so creamy, so pink, so flawless and so wonderful to behold. Her out thrust titties were wondrous globes. Her cute buttocks were smooth, flawless and out thrust just enough. Her snatch hair was a tiny fringe of curly brownish-colored hair. A small triangular patch surmounting columns of creamy, pinkish thighs.
Vickie was breathtakingly beautiful. The intake of breaths at the stageside attested to that. Murmurs of approval and murmurs of awe mingled as the horny group stared at the nude teenager.
Old pricks and young pricks snapped to immediate attention at the wonderful sight.
Vickie flushed under all the lewd stares of adulation. Her glance locked with Mike's momentarily. She smiled inwardly. She could sense that he was impressed with what he was observing. His lips were pursed in approval and his eyes were alight with pleasure. Vickie was a sight to behold, and even to a jaded girl chaser like Mike, she was something special. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty.
Having caught his eye, Vickie smiled sweetly, al-most apologetically, as if trying to tell him that she didn't really want to do this, but it was part of her job.
Mike gave her a fleeting smile of understanding. The moment of magic between them was rekindled.
The moment was gone when David went into his act. Seeing that Vickie had impressed his lewd guests, David turned her around and around a few times so they could see her from all angles and curves. He petted her asscheeks. He stroked her pussy hair. He fondled her tits. He sighed. He made lewd remarks. He exhibited her like a prize. "Squat down, dear," he ordered, when he had her facing the audience. "Show these jaded cats what a teenaged pussy looks like!"
Vickie hesitated, then again getting a warning glance from Connie, she squatted. She spread her legs wide and gave the audience a perfect view of her perfect cunt. Her tiny little crack with the tiny fringe of brown hair was completely exposed. Her small slit with the adorable vaginal lips twitched enticingly with every movement of her thighs. Her puckered, tiny asshole was also visible to the stares of the interested on-lookers.
David, after giving the guests a good view of Vickie's cunt and cute asshole, lifted her to her feet. His face wreathed in smiles, he called out, "Pete! Front and center!"
Vickie stared at the young man who hopped on the stage. She'd seen this young man around all day. He was about thirty. He had blond hair to his shoulders. He was a blue-eyed Adonis, ever so handsome. He was about six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and eighty. Like her, he had mixed with the guests. Connie had mentioned that he was also a hired hand. Hired for the occasion just like the girls. Only from a different agency. He was the hired stud.
Pete smiled fleetingly at her when he stepped onto the stage. David took over. "You all know Pete. Let's give him a round of applause!"
The guests took their glances away from Vickie long enough to gawk at Pete. They applauded.
"Pete! How 'bout stripping for the folks?" David said.
Pete slid from his slacks and sports shirt. His disrobing caused a murmur of awe. Vickie joined in the chorus.
Pete was without a doubt the largest cocked man she'd ever seen. His big, fat cock throbbed outward like a huge mast. His cock was immense and bone hard. No wonder he was hired for these special occasions. The handsome young man had the biggest prick Vickie had ever observed. She was impressed, but at the same time, she had a feeling of misgiving. David hadn't brought him onto the stage and ordered him to join her in the nude bit without a reason.
Her misgiving soon jelled. David reached over, gathered Pete's huge, throbbing cock into his hand and with a lewd expression on his face, said, "Vickie, dear. Let's see how good you are at sucking cocks. Suck this one!"
It was a direct order.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vickie almost fainted when David's words filtered through her tortured mind. It all seemed so unreal. Her, standing on this stage, nude and embarrassed. It had been bad enough when David had ordered her to squat down and expose her pussy. She was well aware of the fact that her bare cunt was a sight to behold, especially to some of these tired business men. She could understand how a sight like that would in-spire them and charge them up. There was something about a nude girl that brought out the beast in men. It had been that way since the beginning of time.
But to expect her to suck a man's cock right here on stage? In front of everyone? That was too much. She couldn't do it. It would be mortifying. Turning anguished eyes to David, she murmured, "Must I?"
David frowned, then gathering the teenaged lovely into the crook of his arm, he whispered, "Don't tell me I'm going to have trouble with you, Vickie. When I talked to Lance about you girls he assured me that you'd be briefed. That you'd do exactly as I told you all to do. You wouldn't want me to register a complaint with him about you?" David's smile belied his words. His voice was harsh and contained a threat. His eyes were hostile.
Vickie, seeing that her charm wasn't working on this horny man, sighed. She definitely didn't want him to lodge a complaint. She was beginning to like working for the agency. Especially on her way to the bank to deposit the extra loot she earned. Beating back a wave of discontent, she snuggled up to David, kissed him on the lips, and whispered, "It's just that I'm so embarrassed. This'll be a first time for me, but I'll do it!" She shoved another kiss onto his thin lips.
David was placated. Patting her lovely fanny, he eased her toward Pete. "Good girl! Go give that big cock a good sucking, and from here on, do exactly as I tell you."
Vickie approached Pete with rubbery knees and a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then, squaring her shoulders manfully, she squatted down to one side, exposing her tiny pussy to the view of the audience. Bending forward, she gathered Pete's huge prick into her hand, jerked it a few times, and felt it gather momentum and size.
Then, sucking in a deep breath, she eased forward and sucked the cock!
Vickie almost choked when the big shaft slid down her throat. She opened her small mouth wide to accept the monster. Down. Down. Pete, sensing Vickie's predicament, eased it in gently. Reaching down, he stroked her long, brown hair while her mouth stroked his huge cock.
"Easy does it, Vickie," he encouraged. He pushed his cock in and out. He petted her hair, shoulders and cheeks while she shoved her face forward and back. The crowd watching ate it up and watched in open-mouthed awe and satisfaction as the big man fucked the pretty girl in the mouth. It was a sight to cheer up even the most sour people.
Vickie's feeling of nausea left her. Her moment of panic ebbed. Her sense of embarrassment and frustration departed with every stroke of the rock-hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She heated up considerably. She no longer felt nervous. She concentrated on what she was doing. She licked the entire length of the huge prick. She slid it slowly in and out of her mouth, winking lewdly at the audience while sucking the bastard off.
She wrapped a hand around his asscheeks and jabbed a finger up Pete's asshole. This gave added impetus and size to his already enormous cock. Vickie gathered his hairy balls into her hand and licked them, along with the cock. All in all, she was now giving a wonderful exhibition of a girl sucking a cock. And enjoying the sucking process!
She increased the tempo and sucked faster and faster. She decided to make the big thing shoot a wad of creamy come into her mouth. She'd swallow the gook.
Vickie heated up and moaned and thrashed around like a demoness. All restraints were gone. She was a lewd girl, sucking a big cock. And thoroughly enjoying it. She moaned happily and gobbled the prick. In. Out. She sucked, sucked, sucked. ...
In between sucks she got glimpses of the audience. Most of them had pressed forward to get a better view of the teenaged girl sucking the man-sized cock. The eyes of the onlookers registered complete approval of what they were watching. All, that is, except one pair of brooding, dark eyes.
The eyes registering discontent were Mike's. He looked into Vickie's eager, brown eyes with a glare of disbelief and complete disapproval. Every time Mike observed the big cock sliding in and out of Vickie's adorable lips, he winced and grew sadder.
Noticing Mike's glare of disapproval between sucks, Vickie crinkled her nose and smiled lewdly at him. To hell with him, she thought. Impishly she drew Pete's huge cock farther and farther into her mouth and rolled her eyes upward with an expression of sheer happiness. She could feel Pete tensing and figured he was about ready to unload in her mouth. She braced herself for the deluge.
David, who'd been watching the action, also sensed that Pete was about ready to shoot his rocks. Reaching forward, he pushed Vickie's face from the huge cock. "Enough yet, Vickie." He held Vickie's face and mouth from her target.
Vickie pressed against David's restraining hand and tried to get the big prick back into her mouth. She licked out with her tongue. "Let me at it!" she wailed. "He's about to come!"
"He sure is!" David agreed, shoving hard against her and lifting her to her feet. "But not in your mouth, you filthy cocksucking bitch! I want him to come in your cunt!" David roughly shoved Vickie onto the bed on her back. Pointing, he snapped, "Go on, Pete! Fuck the pretty bitch!"
Pete bounced onto the bed. His eyes were alight with lust and passion. His well-sucked prick was bone hard and immense. His mouth watered at the sight of the tiny cunt. He knelt between Vickie's outstretched legs and aimed his throbbing cock at target zero. "Ready, hon?"
Vickie shuddered. It had happened so quickly, she was surprised. The sight of the huge weapon poised at her pussy was awe inspiring. Vickie shuddered. It seemed so big. "Gee, I don't know if I can take it! It's so damned big!"
"Hear that, folks?" chortled David, who'd gathered his audience around the bed. "The kid doesn't think she can take big Pete. This ought to be fun. Go on, Pete, rape the little bitch!" he encouraged.
Pete, the hired stud, complied with the order. He eased forward. His big cockhead eased against the tiny slit. He teased it a bit with the moist head of his cock. Then he moved forward. Pete was a gentle man at heart. A gentle man with a big prick. He felt kind of sorry for this teenaged darling who'd got-ten herself mixed up with this horny group. He really didn't want to ravish that pretty little pussy, But he had orders to ram his cock in.
With a deep sigh, Pete pushed fog ward. With a sickening crunch, the head of his cock punched into the opening. He winced when Vickie cut loose with a cry of pain and anguish.
"Stop!" wailed Vickie, trying to slide away from the invasion. "It's too big! It hurts! It hurts! Ouch! Ouch! Please stop, Pete. It's too big. I can't take it. I can't take it." She scrootched around on the bed and beat her fists on his bare back. She was crying and sobbing. "Stop! Stop. ..." Her voice trailed off when Pete moved forward and pressed his lips to hers in a hot, lustful kiss.
"Relax, honey," he whispered, between kisses. "Let yourself relax. I'm taking it easy. You'll adjust. Easy does it, honey. There! There." He eased more and more of his huge cock into her tiny twat. Ever so slowly and gently he shoved it in and out. "Now, relax, hon. You're doing it." He smiled at her tortured face. He stroked her hair. He petted her cheeks. He kissed her tenderly while stroking his cock slowly in and out of the ravished slot.
Vickie's torment receded. She relaxed under his soothing words and tenderness. The tenseness left her. With the relaxing of her tenseness, her muscles adjusted. Even her cunt muscles adjusted. She no longer tightened up in that area. She let herself go. And letting herself relax, she found to her delight she was accepting his huge cock more easily. She could feel the monstrous thing filling her entire cunt area to capacity.
It was a wonderful feeling!
Her wails of pain and anguish turned to sighs of pleasure and murmurs of content. She smiled through her tears. "I'm doing it, Pete! I'm accepting you!" Her voice was filled with wonder and happiness.
"Sure, hon, I knew you would!" Pete eased his big cock in and out of her pussy. He shoved it as far in as it would go. He reached areas hitherto untouched. His cockhead probed deep into the far recesses of her cunt. This brought screams of joy and pleasure from the lovely kid. Pete smiled. He enjoyed tapping these young girls with tight cunts. It gave him such pleasure. It also gave the girls extreme pleasure. This kind of thing was a fucking man's paradise.
Pete was a fucking man!
Vickie moaned and squiggled around while his big cock dipped in and out of her tiny, nicely ravished pussy. She no longer felt a sense of shame, or embarrassment. She no longer worried about the onlookers. She stared about her in surprise. Most of the observers had gone!
The only eyes still staring at the action on the bed were a pair of dark, brooding eyes!
Her glance met Mike's glare of disapproval. She forced a big smile and crinkled her nose as if to imply she was just a little girl doing her assigned job -- and enjoying her assignment.
While she stared up at Mike, she sensed that Pete was about to come. She wrapped her legs around Pete's legs and pulled him farther and farther into her pussy. She, too, was reaching a climax.
"I'm coming, Pete," she moaned, "I'm coming!" She unloaded in a gigantic orgasm.
"Me too!" gasped Pete, shoving forward with a gigantic lunge. His huge hose unloaded in a steady stream of hot come. The molten, hot liquid inter-mingled with the inner juices of the adorable teenager.
Vickie closed her eyes in ecstasy and wiggled up-ward to accept more and more cock and cock juices from the handsome stud who was pounding her pussy. Wrapping her arms around his bare back, she pulled him to her breasts. Wrapping her legs around his, she pulled his cock deeper and deeper into her hot pussy.
"Oh, Pete!" she moaned, happily. "Oh, Pete!"
Pete sunk his shaft deeper and deeper into the tiny well. He shoved forward with a mighty thrust and held in position while his hot hose squirted juices into the cavity, filling the well to overflowing. He shoved his chest hard onto Vickie's wondrous melons and pressed his lips to hers in a torrid soul kiss. Pete felt as though he were coming from the tip of his toes. Every fiber in his body throbbed with pleasure of the moment.
Pete had fucked many a kid in his young life, but this darling teenager was one of the best he could re-call. She was by far the prettiest and the tightest. It seemed like he'd never stop coming into her adorable little pussy.
Finally his passion ebbed and his cock grew limp. He let it soak for a few more minutes, assuring. her of every drop of come, than he let it plop out with a sucking sound of dismay. He chuckled, and murmured, "Wow!"
Vickie stared upward, her soft brown eyes filled with love and adoration. "Thanks, Pete," she breathed huskily. "It was wonderful. The greatest." She sighed. "What a man you are. Like wow!"
Pete petted her cheeks. Then, with a deep sigh of regret that the session had ended, he eased from her. "Thanks, hon. I'll always remember this fuck. See you around." Pete, having accomplished his mission lumbered from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. He was for the moment hors de combat. He needed to recharge his batteries and rest up.
Vickie lay on the bed, her eyes still filled with lust and satisfaction. She noticed that all the interested spectators had drifted away -- except one!
Mike still stood beside the bed, glaring!
She smiled and held out her hand invitingly. "Hi, Mike!" she whispered, giving with the lewd grin. She humped her pussy upward suggestively, and murmured, "You're next!"
Mike frowned, glanced at her well-fucked twat, then bending over, he delivered a stinging slap to Vickie's face. "You little fucking whore!"
Having delivered his opinion of her, Mdse turned and stalked from the stage, a look of deep discontent on his face.
Vickie sat up on the bed and stared after the en-raged man. What the hell? she thought, rubbing her cheek. What's eating him?
The question remained unanswered for the moment. Vickie could see now why the audience had disappeared The sight of the teenaged girl in the nude sucking Pete's cock, then getting fucked by him had predictable results. It had heated the onlookers up to the point of no return.
Vickie could see naked people swirling all around the playroom. Couples dancing together in the nude. Couples on couches fucking like mad. Girls sucking men off. No wonder they weren't interested in her, or Pete any longer.
The swingers were doing their thing!
With a tight smile on her lips and her not too tight pussy still twitching for action, Vickie got up from the bed. She no longer gave a thought to the slap in the face, or Mike's anger. She wanted action.
She quickly got it! Again, and again, and again. ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
"It's for you, darling!" Vickie reached for the phone Connie was handing her. She was surprised. She never got phone calls in the apartment. Connie was usually the only one who used the phone. Most of the calls were for her, from Lance, outlining the assignments for the group. Connie frowned on the idea of her girls getting personal calls. To her the apartment was strictly a place to eat, sleep and rest up between assignments. Connie didn't allow any male visitors to the apartment.
Noticing Connie's frown of disapproval, Vickie mumbled into the mouthpiece, "H'lo."
"Hi, hon. It's me. Mike Tomkins. We met at the Brett party last weekend. Remember?" Mike's voice was casual, friendly.
"Certainly, I remember." Vickie's heart pounded. She'd been thinking of Mike quite a few times during the past week, especially when she turned on the tv set and saw him in action in his daily segments of "As the Worm Turns." Despite the fact that he'd slapped her, she still felt all soft inside while watching him on the screen. Mike had that magnetic personality that turned a girl on.
"How 'bout seeing you tonight, hon?"
"Seeing me? Why?" Vickie's heart thumped faster.
"I'll tell you when I see you. I want to talk to you. Please?"
"Wait a minute. ..." Vickie held her hand over the mouthpiece and turned to Connie. "It's Mike Tomkins," she explained, a trifle breathlessly. "He wants to see me."
The frown on Connie's face deepened. She could sense the warning signs. During the past year since she'd been placed in charge of the girls in the apartment, she'd lost a half a dozen cuties to men. Girls who had fallen in love, girls who'd left to marry a rich old guy, and girls who'd just checked out because they'd been fed up with this life. She was hoping against hope this wouldn't happen to Vickie. She loved this cute little chick more than any she'd had so far. "What's he want to see you for?"
"He won't say. He just wants to talk to me." "Hmm. He was asking a lot of questions about you at the Brett party," mused Connie.
"And you told him about me?" Vickie flushed.
"Everything." Connie shrugged. "After all there's not much to tell. You're just a kid. You don't have a past. To a guy like Mike, you're like a virgin." Connie sighed. "I guess if he wants to talk to you and see you, there's nothing I can do about it. You want to see him?"
Vickie pondered. Truthfully, she did. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to just talk to him. I'm not doing anything tonight."
"No, but you and Ginger have an assignment together tomorrow with that head shrinker. The guy who's writing the book. He wants you in his office tomorrow afternoon. You know my rules against having male visitors here in the apartment?"
"I know." Vickie's heart pounded when Connie gave the reluctant okay. She spoke into the phone. "I guess I can see you for a while tonight, Mike. But not here at the apartment."
"Good. I'll pick you up in front of your building in a half hour."
"Okay." Vickie hung up the phone. "He's picking me up outside in a half hour." She jumped to her feet and headed for her bedroom. "I'll take a quick shower, then change." Vickie's voice was filled with enthusiasm.
Connie sighed inwardly while watching her number one whore heading toward the bedroom. A feeling of foreboding swept through her. She had seen other girls with that look in their eyes. Girls who were no longer with her.
* * *
"Where are you taking me, Mike?" Vickie snuggled back against the seat of his sports car and stared at his handsome face.
Mike patted her bare thigh, visible below her mini-skirt. "We'll go to my place, hon. I have a bachelor pad in the upper west side. We can be alone there, and we can ... talk!" He grinned impishly.
Vickie thrilled at the feel of his warm hand on her bare thigh. She placed her hand atop his and slid his hand upward slightly. The magic touch of his fingers on her skin was heating her up. She paused when his fingers touched her pussy, covered by the pink panties. She heated up all the more when he drummed his fingers against her hairy mound and scratched at the covered, brown, curly cunt hairs. Thrill after thrill swept through her.
Reluctantly, Mike withdrew his fingers from her snatch. He stared grimly ahead while weaving in and out of the city traffic. Grinning lewdly, he said, "I better concentrate on my driving, hon. Move that thing over and don't tempt me, or we'll have a wreck."
Vickie obediently moved her snatch away from him. She scrootched to the far side of the seat and pretended to pout. "This far enough, Mister Tomkins?"
Mike gave her a fleeting smile. "It's safer, hon." He wheeled his car expertly through the maze of city traffic and finally pulled up into the parking area of a large apartment complex. He drove to his assigned spot and parked. Mike paid dearly for this pad, complete with parking privileges and armed guard on duty twenty-four hours a day. After waving a greeting at the guard, they entered the apartment building through the ground floor level off the parking area, and were whisked up the twelfth floor in an elevator.
Arriving in Mike's sumptuous two bedroom apartment, Mike gave her a quick tour of his place, then settled her on the couch while he poured a round of drinks. Handing her one, he stood before her. Mike, dressed in sports shirt and slacks, stared down thought-fully while he and Vickie sipped at their drinks. "I guess you're wondering what this is all about, hon?"
"I am puzzled." Vickie leaned back on the couch and studied the intent young man. He had such nice dark eyes. They were so intent, so filled with mystery. Mike was a very handsome young man. A trifle brooding and serious looking, but he had that magic that stirred a girl's curiosity.
"You're probably wondering what I want?"
"I can guess." Vickie chuckled and spread her legs apart invitingly. "You didn't take a crack at me at David Brett's party. Now you want to make up for the oversight?" She recalled that Mike had deliberately avoided her all during the party -- after he'd slapped her. She'd been tapped over and over by all the men present, but not once by this knothead. He had avoided her.
Mike flushed. "Stop acting like a gooddamn whore!" he snapped.
"That's what I am, ain't I?" Vickie flushed hotly. "Remember, you called me a little flicking whore!"
"Damn it! You're too young to be a whore. I found out all about you from Connie. Hell, you're just a kid. A teenager. You've only been with Lance's agency for a couple of months. Before that you were in high school. Hell, you haven't been around long enough. to qualify as a whore."
"And that's what you brought me here to tell me?" Vickie was amazed.
"No, damnit." Reaching down, Mike hoisted Vickie to her feet, crushed her to him, shoved a few hot kisses onto her lips, then held her at arm's length. Staring deep into her surprised brown eyes, he whispered, "All week long, I've been thinking of you, Vickie. I can't get you out of my mind. You're so young. So pretty. And Lord, you have such a wonderful shape. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, hon." Mike's eyes were tender pools of passion while he outlined his adoration for the girl in his arms. "I ... I've fallen for you, Vickie. I'm mad about you." He crushed her to him and pressed more hot kisses onto her lips.
Vickie sighed and felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot. This couldn't be happening to her. A handsome, famous actor holding her in his arms and whispering words of love. Words of love to Vickie Adams, the new whore. "I feel the same way about you, Mike," she whispered. "Every time I see you on tv, I get this funny feeling." She snuggled up to him and returned his kisses. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Mike...."
Mile nodded. Tears of joy misted his dark eyes. He stared at the lovely girl. "Then you will come with me, Vickie darling?" he breathed.
Vickie frowned. "Come with you? Where? How? You mean?" She glanced toward the bedroom in the back-ground.
"No, silly! Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm serious. I mean, will you come with me to California. I'm leaving in a few weeks. Our series is winding up here. I've signed for a new series on the West Coast. Will you come with me?"
"What?" His words filtered through her love. She eased away. "Me? Go with you? To California?"
"Yes, hon. Please? I need you. I want you. I'm making plenty. I can afford you."
"Hold it!" A horrible suspicion began to form in Vickie's mind. "What are you suggesting, Mike? If I do go with you, will it be as your wife?" She held her breath.
Mike shook his head. "Of course not, silly. I'm not the marrying kind. I've been a bachelor too long to give it up. I'm only twenty-five. I'm not about to settle down with a wife yet." Seeing the look of dismay in her eyes, Mike hastily crushed her to himself again. "I want you along as my companion, hon!"
Vickie squiggled loose. Walking over to the small bar, she poured herself a drink. She needed it. Her sudden surge of love for this handsome man was undergoing a change. Turning to him, she said flatly, "Let me get this straight, Mike Tomkins. You want to take me along with you to California ... as your private whore?" She glared.
Mike forced a smile. "Something like that, hon, only you put it too bluntly. Like I mentioned, I think I'm falling for you. Maybe if we live together for awhile as the man and wife bit, it could lead to a permanent thing. Mind you, I'm not promising," he added, hastily, "but I'm saying it could. After all, I do intend to get married some day. Maybe, by living together for awhile, we might find out we want to make it permanent. How 'bout it, hon?" Mike flung down the challenge, a tight smile tugging at the corners of his wide, generous mouth.
Vickie shook her head in amazement. "You want me to leave all I've got going for me here, and go off to California on some vague promise that maybe we'll get married eventually?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. Her dream bubble had burst.
Mike stepped toward her. His face wore a grin. "I'm not asking you to take a financial beating, hon." He grinned vapidly. "What do you make a week, Peddling your . ass? Three? Four hundred a week extra?"
Vickie glared.
"I've got it all figured out, hon. You go west with me, I'll give you two hundred bucks a week which you can stick into your own bank account. I'll pay all expenses. You'll have that free and clear. Then, if, or when, we decide to split, you'll have a tidy sum saved. Who knows, maybe you'll click out on the West Coast? With your youth and beauty, maybe you'll make a hit. I'll introduce you around. I'll try to get you parts in movies, or a tv series. I have connections. Who knows, hon, maybe you'll make it big?" Mike put all his charm into his argument.
Vickie weighed his words. His explanation opened up a whole new horizon. Her initial pride had been jolted with the knowledge that he'd just wanted her as a private whore. But his thoughts on her future? It was tempting. Vickie, like so many other pretty girls, had always had this secret, inner yearning to be a famous actress. Maybe this could be the chance? "Gee, I don't know, Mike," she hedged. "I need time to think."
"Sure, hon. I didn't expect you to jump at the opportunity. Besides, I'm not leaving for a few weeks. We've got to wind up the series here."
Vickie downed her drink. She stared reflectively at Mike. She could see him now for what he really was. A handsome, self-centered man. A conceited youngster. A boy on the way up. A man with ambition. But with all his faults, he had a way of looking at her with that loving look in his eyes. She knew that his feelings for her were more than just physical. She sensed that he needed her. He needed the guidance of a woman. He needed more than just a companion.
Mike was reaching the stage in his life when he needed a wife!
But would she be the one he finally chose? Knowing that she was a whore? He felt this overwhelming attraction for her now. But would it last? After a few months living as man and wife, would he still feel the same way about her? It was a vexing, nagging thought. She wanted to take his offer, but she was frightened, too. Always she'd been a bit frightened of the unknown. A bit timid.
She had the security of being with Connie. A steady job with a steady income. It was security of a sort. She was building up a nice bank account. Far more than she'd get as Mike's mistress. A paltry two hundred a week. Hell, she made more than that many a night.
Mike, noticing her hesitation and thoughtfulness, eased over. Taking her into his arms, and planting a kiss on his lips, he said, "Let's forget it for now, hon? Let's mull it over. I'll keep in touch. I won't press you for a decision. Like I said, it'll be a couple weeks. Then you can make up your mind. A firm commitment. Okay?"
Vickie smiled wanly. "Okay. I'll mull over it."
"Good!" Mike smiled and drew her into the crook of his arms. "In the meantime, I'll give you a sample of what life with me will be like!" His kisses pressed against her lips. He stroked her hair. He murmured in her ears, "Darling, I love you." He ran his fingers up and down her back. He fumbled with the hook on her blouse, and the zipper. He finally had her blouse off.
Tossing it aside, his eyes bugged wide. His mouth watered at the sight of her voluptuous breasts, which popped forth in all their glory. Vickie had neglected to wear a bra. "My God, hon," he croaked hoarsely, "You have such a lovely pair of titties."
Reverently he reached forward and fondled the huge, solid melons. They were out thrust and round and firm. And ever so fully packed. He tweaked at the pink nipples in a small sea of brown and felt them tightening under his fingers. Gently, he tweaked them. Bending low, Mike began sucking Vickie's glorious globes of tender, pinkish-white skin.
Mike gave equal time. to Vickie's titties. He savored of them. He fondled them. He cupped them outward and upward. He drew one, then the other into his hungry, ravenous mouth. He licked and nibbled at the nipples. He was in no hurry. He was like a little baby boy, suckling a mommy's breast.
Vickie's candid inner analysis of Mike had been right about one thing. His need for a woman. Mike, at heart was a scared little boy. He needed the love of a woman. The mother-type love that he'd missed as a boy.
Vickie stroked Mike's long, dark hair while he nuzzled her breasts. She offered her tits to him eagerly and thrills of passion ebbed in her and built to great heights with each lick of his tongue and nip of his
teeth. Her passion rose and fell with her inner feelings while she coped with this boy-man.
Her feelings of lust triumphed over her motherly instincts when Mike unhooked her skirt, eased it down her thighs, along with her pink panties, and zeroed in on her nudity with his tongue hanging out like a paddle dog's. To insure better sucking action, Mike backed her to the bedroom, opened the door, moved to the bed and eased her on to it. He kept her legs on the floor, spread them wide and quickly undressed himself.
Now, naked and thoroughly aroused, Mike crept along the floor toward her, his huge prick bouncing
before him. His mouth was agape. He began licking his way upward, starting at her ankles. Next he kissed his way along her calves. Then he licked and felt his way up to her wondrous columns of pink, creamy thighs.
Mike eagerly kissed her thighs. He swabbed his tongue all around her creamy columns. Then, ever so slowly, he worked his face upward. Ever so gently, he eased his tongue toward the adorable, tiny crack between Vickie's widespread legs. He tickled his nose with her cunt hairs. He tugged at the curly strands until she winced. Impishly, he eased upward and kissed her a few times on her hot lips. "You like what I'm doing, hon?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes. Yes." Vickie met his kisses with passionate ones. "Please keep sucking me off. It feels so good!"
"Yes, hon." Mike eased her all the way onto the bed. Now he had her flat on her wondrous back and asscheeks, her legs spread wide, her knees lifted and her tiny, brown-haired cunt completely exposed, and ready for action.
Smiling tenderly at the wondrous sight, Mike crawled upward and kissed her thighs enroute. Then he burrowed his face into her cunt. Expertly, as he'd done so many times in the past, on so many other lovely girls, Mike ate Vickie's cunt. He nibbled at her vaginal lips. He kissed them. He shoved his tongue far in between her lips and licked at the velvety cunt. He slurped. He nibbled. He licked. He tongued. He fingered.
Mike gave Vickie an excellent sucking job. He was in no rush. He took his time. In. Out. His tongue, fingers and lips worked on the adorable twat. He licked pussy until he could feel his target was ready for further action.
He, too, was ready. His big cock was bouncing around like crazy, anxious to get with it. Mike slid upward, leaving the cunt area with some reluctance. He paused for a few minutes at the firm tits. He worked on them some more; then he moved up and pressed his lips against Vickie's in a soul kiss. "Ready, hon?" he whispered.
Vickie nodded. Her eyes were rimmed with tears of happiness. "Yes. Yes. I'm ready."
She moaned and wriggled in pain and anguish when he entered her. He was so big. So big. ...
"It hurts, Mike," she moaned happily, moving her ass around to adjust to his solid strokes. "It's so big. Please take it easy."
Mike kissed her. He nodded. "Yes, dear. I'll be gentle. Always gentle with my little girl. Now, and forever," he promised.
Vickie nodded. Tears streamed from her eyes. At that moment she knew that she loved this man. ...
CHAPTER NINE
Vickie felt a bit awed when she entered Doctor Edward Lysten's office and sat down. Ginger sat next to her. Vickie could sense the luscious redhead was also impressed by the decor of the doctor's sumptuous inner sanctum. The doctor was a psychiatrist, and a well-known one. He had his office here in the ritzy suburbs of the city. An indication that probably most of his patients came from the well-to-do people in the area.
Vickie smiled inwardly while glancing around in approval. The doctor probably charged his patients about fifty dollars an hour for his counseling. At those rates no wonder he could afford a place like this.
The room was large. It contained the proverbial couch on which the patients lay down, stare up at the doe and confess all their inner emotions which were duly recorded on a tape recorder. In addition to the traditional couch, the room contained a huge desk, behind which the doctor was now sitting, ogling the two girls.
There was an attached bathroom, several comfort-able chairs, and one item that struck Vickie as being somewhat incongruous. Against the far wall was a convertible. At the moment the couch had been made into a bed, complete with sheets, blanket and a dark blue bedspread. Vickie reasoned that normally the convertible was just a couch. As such it didn't look too much out of place, but now, being made into a bed, it appeared odd. She sighed. The bed undoubtedly had something to do with the assignment.
She stared at Doctor Lysten. He was a slightly built man. He was five feet eight inches and displaced about one hundred and fifty pounds. He had thinning brown hair, deep, piercing, steel grey eyes that peered at them through thick glasses. He was a dapper man, stylishly dressed in mod-conservative clothes. His thinning hair was a trifle long, in keeping with the modern trend, and he sported a thin moustache. All in all, Edward was a nice-looking man of about thirty-eight, with a disarming smile and a pleasant manner.
Seated behind his immense mahogany desk, Edward leaned forward, rolled a pencil about between his fingers and regarded the two girl models with a professional gaze. "Perhaps I'd better brief you on the purpose of your visit here?" His voice was well modulated, low and with a slight trace of an accent. He was of Polish heritage.
Ginger acted as spokesman. The lovely redheaded girl nodded, cut loose with a charming smile and said, "That would help."
"I'm working on a treatise of my patients. A sort of compilation of cases that I've had. Since I'm a psychiatrist, I've heard many weird tales of people and their problems. You'd be amazed at how many problems beset people." Edward cut loose with a deep, thoughtful sigh, then continued, "Right now I'm up to my
CHAPTER on Lesbianism."
Vickie gulped.
Ginger gulped.
Seeing their surprise, Edward continued with a chuckle. "You'd be surprised, girls, if I mentioned how many of my women patients are concerned with the problem of Lesbianism. And believe me, girls, when I say this is a troubling, baffling problem for so many of them. I have to practically drag the truth from some of the women. For some reason this tendency is deep rooted with shame and remorse for those affected. It is like pulling teeth, getting some of the girls to admit this is their underlying problem." He paused and stared off into space reflectively.
"And how does our being here have anything to do with that problem?" Ginger asked.
"Oh!" Edward came back to reality. He flashed a big smile. "Like I mentioned, I'm on my Lesbian
CHAPTER. I have most of the text done. Now, I want some pictures to go along with the words." He inclined his head toward the camera equipment set up near the convertible.
Ginger frowned.
Vickie frowned.
Edward giggled at their frowns. Leaning forward, he explained, "Naturally, I don't expect either one of you are inclined to Lesbianism. But in my finished work, I will use pictures and illustrations to establish my points. There's nothing like photos of pretty girls to add spice to books."
"You expect Vickie and me to pose as Lesbians?" Ginger's voice was filled with dismay.
Edward shook his head. "Of course not, m'dear. This will be a family-type book. A doctor's treatise. I can only go so far in the pictures. In such a book, I can't show the complete act by two girls. What I want is certain poses by you girls to signify what I'm getting at in the script. Shall we say ... provocative poses? Suggestive poses? Shots that will signify what's taking place without actually showing it taking place? Understand?"
"I guess so." Ginger was reassured.
Edward hopped to his feet. "Fine. Just so we understand each other." He motioned for the girls to get up. He led them toward the bed. "What I have in mind," he explained, "is depicting you two girls as having just met, like at a party. You've come to this bedroom. You look at each other. A look of under-standing. You realize you are Lesbians. You work up to the ultimate act. Got the message?"
The girls nodded. "You tell us what to do," Ginger said. "We'll do it."
"Good!" Edward eased behind the camera on the tripod. He focused in on the two girls standing near the bed. "These'll be still shots," he explained. "When I call out hold ... freeze!"
Ginger nodded. "Gotcha."
Edward focused in on the scene of the two girls near the bed, eyeing each other warily. "Ginger, since you're the older and the bigger girl, you can act the part of the Butch. The aggressor. Move in on Vickie. Wrap your arm around her waist. Hold her close. Now kiss her. That's it!" Edward's voice rose excitedly as he directed his two hired actresses. "Look this way a bit. Get a lewd expression on your face, and in your eyes. There ... hold it!" Edward snapped the picture.
Readjusting his expensive camera, he issued further instructions. "Now lay on the bed, girls. Vickie sort of on the bottom. You next to her, Ginger. Like sort of peering down at her like a man. Slide your hand in under her blouse, pull out a tittle and fondle it while you kiss her again. And slide your leg up over Vickie's and sort of put your knee up toward her pussy. That's it. Show a bit more thigh, Vickie!" Edward's voice was filled with excitement. "Now, both of you, look passionate. As though you're enjoying the action. The lewd look. There ... hold it!" Another picture taken.
"Now, remove your blouses, girls! Strip to the waists!" Edward tried to calm himself while the girls obeyed. He fiddled with his camera while the girls fiddled with their clothes. Now they were both naked to the waist. "Ginger, you move down and start sucking Vickie's Wes. Only we'll have to be careful we don't show the actual sucking. scene. Vickie, you turn your back to the camera. Ginger, you sort of put your arm in front of you so as to cover your tittles."
Edward rearranged his girls several times and took several shots of the action he wanted to depict. Then, satisfied, he called a halt. "Okay, girls. On your feet and finish stripping. We'll take some nude shots next."
Glancing at each other, the two girls obeyed. Now they were stark naked.
Vickie, the lovely, brown-haired, brown-eyed teen-ager with the lovely little brown-haired snatch shifted in embarrassment while waiting for Edward to get ready for further action. Vickie always had this inital embarrassment at being nude.
Ginger, the lovely, red-haired, blue-eyed twenty-year-old girl with a large mat of reddish twat hair, grinned while awaiting further instructions. She felt no embarrassment. Ginger was quite proud of her lovely, lush body and displayed it eagerly and happily.
Edward, the doctor, turned cameraman, was visibly excited as he stared at his hired models. The front of his slacks were bulging forward indicating the sight of the naked girls was having an effect on him. With a great effort he restrained himself and kept his mind on the business at hand.
"Now, we're approaching a climax, girls. I want pictures of you together, kissing and hugging like lovers." He motioned for them to get with it.
Ginger, the butch, reached out, gathered Vickie into her naked embrace, shoved her titties hard against Vickie's equally voluptuous ones and pressed her hot lips to Vickie's.
"You know something, Vickie darling," she breathed while swapping kisses. "This kind of action's heating me up."
"I'm getting kinda hot myself," Vickie admitted, blushing. She felt a tingling coursing through her. The feel of Ginger's solid melons pressing and meshing against hers was exciting. The feel of Ginger's lips on hers in soul kisses stirred her to new heights of passion. The way Ginger was easing her red-haired cunt up against her brown-haired one was thrilling.
Ginger was deliberately rubbing her twat against Vickie's and grinning impishly while doing it. The action heated Vickie up considerably and caused some thoughts to stir in her mind. Was Ginger a Lesbian? Vickie slid her hands down Ginger's lovely, naked back-side. She thrilled at the touch when her fingers rubbed along Ginger's cute, out thrust asscheeks, and she felt Ginger rubbing her ass. Thrill after thrill swept through Vickie while she was in the arms of the older girl who was showering her with kisses and feels.
Edward watched the action with deep interest. Occasionally he snapped a picture of the action. Then, reluctantly he called for a new pose. "That should be enough of that type of action, girls. Now we'll get to the climax-type pictures. Back onto the bed. Only this time assume the classic sixty-nine positions, Ginger, you get on top and stare down at Vickie's twat. Vickie, you stare up at Ginger's."
The girls assumed the position. Vickie lay flat on her back. She spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and exposed her cunt completely to Ginger's adoring gaze.
Ginger shifted to a position atop Vickie. She stared down at Vickie's tiny cunt and wet her lips. She flopped her leg up over Vickie's lovely face and eased her red-haired cunt down toward Vickie's reluctant mouth.
Edward snapped pictures. He directed the action. He knew he couldn't use hardly any of these poses, but he continued snapping the pictures. "Okay, girls, dip down onto each other. Start sucking!" His voice was filled with excitement. He shrugged from his clothes. Now, stark naked and thoroughly aroused, he tried to concentrate on taking the remaining few poses he considered necessary for his book.
The sight of the two girls with their pretty faces buried on each other's cunts almost was too much for him to cope with. He grabbed his prick and jerked it. It grew harder and stiffer. Edward had a nice-sized wand, considering the fact that he was such a slightly built man.
With an effort of extreme willpower, he finished taking the necessary poses. Then he called, "Okay, girls. You can separate. I have enough pictures."
He frowned. The girls weren't about to separate. Going over to the bed, he slapped Ginger on the ass. A hard, stinging slap. "I said enough yet, girls! Session's over."
Ginger reluctantly withdrew her lips from Vickie's cunt.
Vickie reluctantly withdrew her lips from Ginger's cunt.
The two girls remained half locked in a fond em-brace.
Vickie's face was deep red from blushing. She was in heat. It was the first time in her young life she'd ever dipped her mouth and tongue into another girl's pussy. She was excited. She loved it. She wanted to do it more, more, more...
She wanted Ginger to keep sucking her off, too. Wave after wave of lust had swept through her at the feel of Ginger's mouth and tongue in her crack. In the few minutes the girls had sucked, her whole out-look on girl love had changed. Until now, Vickie had been vague about it. She knew girls did it to each other. Until now, she'd thought of such action as being loathing, disgusting and a terrible thing. Now, having dipped her tongue into Ginger's pussy, and having sucked at the well, Vickie was all enthused about it. She loved doing it! She wanted to keep on doing it! She knew what she'd done was queer, and perverted, but she didn't mind. She loved being a Lesbian!
She stared up at naked Doctor Edward. She noticed that the man's cock was bone hard. Edward had a lewd gleam in his eyes while he stared down at the two model whores. He grinned knowingly. "Maybe you kids should make an appointment with me?" he suggested with an impish grin. "You both act like you enjoy being Lesbians."
Ginger shrugged. "I kinda liked it. How 'bout you, Vickie?"
Vickie nodded. "I loved it!" she blurted. "Please let us do each other some more?" She appealed to Ed-ward.
Edward weighed her request. Then he smiled and nodded. "Our regular picture-taking session is finished, but maybe we can work something out?"
Ginger grinned. "We do give extra services for a price, doctor," she hinted.
"I know. That's why I used Lance's agency." Ed-ward toyed with his surging cock. He stared at the two naked girls. He glanced at his wristwatch, the only item he was wearing beside his socks. He nodded. "I don't have another appointment for a couple hours, girls. What're we waiting for? Start sucking. I'll pick up the action, too." He slapped Ginger on the cute ass and inclined his head.
Ginger moved her ass forward. She dipped her pretty face down. Her long, reddish hair fell over Vicke's lovely thighs. Ginger opened her mouth. Her hot tongue snaked out. Ginger slid it into the tiny crack between Vickie's thighs. Ginger, now an expert Lesbian, slurped contentedly at her friend's twat. Her cute ass wiggled in the breeze while she concentrated on sucking Vickie off.
Vickie stared upward at the red-haired pussy being shoved toward her face. A momentary feeling of revulsion swept through her as she stared at the hairy gash with the throbbing, moist vaginal lips. The smelly odor assailed her nostrils. She reached up, placed her hands on Ginger's lovely thighs and drew the red-haired cunt to her face. "Fuck my face, darling," she breathed huskily. "Fuck it good, with that adorable pussy." She jabbed her lips far into the crack and ate voraciously.
Vickie had joined the Lesbian ranks approximately ten minutes ago, but now she was making like an expert. In. Out. She dipped tongue, fingers and lips into and against the lovely red-haired cunt. She moaned and thrashed around excitedly while Ginger fucked her face. Ginger squashed her hot cunt hard onto Vickie's willing mouth. Ginger, too, was moaning and thrashing around under Vickie's tongue lashing.
At the same time, Ginger was eagerly eating Vickie's pussy. The two inexperienced Lesbians, soon became quite adept at pleasing each other. They sucked, licked, kissed, tongued and fingered. Again and again they had minor orgasms. They felt of each other's solid tits. They stroked each other on the asscheeks. They fondled. They kissed. They made love. Wonderful girl love.
Vickie felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sex-pot. She stared lovingly at the hot cunt she was sucking. Then suddenly she frowned. Someone else was joining the action. She stared up in awe while watching Ed-ward's big, surging cock heading toward Ginger's cute asshole!
Vickie stopped sucking momentarily, holding her fingers against Ginger's thighs. Now her fingers were being joined by Edwards. He was kneeling behind Ginger's wiggling behind. He was gently stroking Ginger's cute ass. He was gently jabbing his finger into Ginger's asshole! He was reaming the tiny, puckered little brown spot!
While Vickie watched, fascinated, Edward shoved fingers in and out of Ginger's adorable, puckered asshole. He sucked the goo off his fingers and shoved in and reamed more and more.
Vickie's eyes widened while she watched Ginger's asshole being widened. Edward's probing fingers in the redhead's ass was having an effect. Ginger's tiny, puckered asshole was getting larger with every reaming stroke. Now he managed to shove two fingers into the opening.
Then three!
Ginger, aware of the action at her rear had stopped sucking. She wiggled her fanny at each invasion by Edward's reaming fingers. She peered back, a smile on her pretty face. Ginger had gone this route before. She rather enjoyed rear end attacks.
Vickie stared in amazement. The amazement grew intense when she saw Edward kneel behind Ginger's ass and ever so slowly move forward. Edward's bone hard prick was on a direct line with Ginger's cute asshole! From her vantage point directly under Ginger's pussy, Vickie was in perfect position to see the action.
She gasped in disbelief when she saw Edward's hard cock slide ever so slowly into Ginger's asshole!
The huge prick slid into the tiny, puckered, brownish hole. All the way in. Edward's balls bumped against Ginger's asscheeks. There was a squishing sound as Edward slowly moved back and forth. He was bur-rowed deeply into Ginger's chute!
Vickie could smell the odor. She could see the length of the shaft moving in and out of her rectum. She could feel Ginger wiggling and moaning while she adjusted to the rear end invasion. Ginger was sobbing and moaning, half crying, half in pain, while adjusting.
Vickie moved upward. She licked at Ginger's cunt while Ginger was getting fucked in the ass. Her position was uncomfortable since Edward's movement precluded much sucking on her part. His prick slid in and out of her ass, rubbing against Vickie's nose in the process while Vickie tried licking her friend's pussy.
Ginger, having adjusted to the shaft in the ass, bent down to finish her sucking job. The three horny people worked on each other. Vickie sucked Ginger's cunt. Edward reamed Ginger's asshole. Ginger, asshole being pleasantly reamed, had the additional pleasure of sucking Vickie's cute, brown-haired pussy.
All with predictable results. Three gigantic orgams. One taking place deep inside a brown-haired pussy. One taking place deep inside a red-haired pussy and the other one inside the red-haired pussy's asshole.
A wonderful climax. A fitting climax to a picture-taking session. A session that netted both lovely girls an extra hundred dollars apiece.
CHAPTER TEN
Vickie leaned back in the tub of warm water and relaxed. She ran the soapy washcloth down her flat tummy and between her legs to wash her pretty pussy. It still felt sore from the wondrous pounding it had taken most of the afternoon from Mike's big, fat cock. Mike had spent most of this Sunday afternoon and evening making love to her. Wild, wonderful love. Vickie had enjoyed every moment of their togetherness.
They had gone for a long ride out into, the country. Mike had outlined his plans and ambitions to her during their drive, and during the wonderful hours they'd spent in his apartment. He had even whipped up a tasty meal for them.
Now, back in her own apartment, soaking in her bathtub, Vickie relived every moment of the wonderful day. She wished it could have gone on forever, but reality had to be faced. She still had her job. Tomorrow and Tuesday, she'd be on assignment to the Appleton's again. They had called the agency and had requested her for a couple more days. To retake some photos.
Vickie didn't mind. She recalled the pleasant days she'd spent with Peter and his wife, Agnes. They had treated her like one of the family. And the extra two hundred she'd picked up from the horny couple had been most welcome. Vickie looked forward to another session with the Appleton.
Vickie stepped from the tub, dried herself, and went into the bedroom, still drying herself with the towel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ran the towel up and down her legs. She glanced at Connie who was strutting around the room, naked as usual. Connie liked to strip to the buff and wander around nude. She explained it gave her a feeling of freedom. Vickie could understand why Connie didn't mind prancing around nude. The dark-haired, older girl had a wonderful shape. Connie had solid, out thrust tittles. Her buttocks were outstanding and firm, with a cute wiggle when she walked. Connie exuded sex, especially when in the nude, as now.
While Vickie continued to dry herself, Connie hopped onto the bed on her knees. and faced her. "Hi, darling!" Her voice was low and sultry.
Vickie flashed a big smile and reached for her nightie, after discarding the towel. "Hi."
Connie reached over Vickie's naked body, took the nightie from Vickie's fingers and flung it aside. "Leave it off for awhile, darling. I want to look at you nude." Connie's eyes were filled with lustful gleams. She wet her lips nervously and smiled reassuringly. "Here, hop up on the bed and we'll talk."
Puzzled at Connie's unusual action, Vickie slid onto the bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard, leaned back against it, drew her legs up, placed her hands around the front of her legs and leaned her head on her knees. This was an unusual request on her roommate's part, wanting her to remain naked. Some of the former suspicions she'd had about the older girl began to jell. "What'll we talk about?" She stared into Connie's dark eyes.
"You? And that knothead Mike Tomkiins!" Connie's smile belied her inner turmoil. "What's with you two? He still bugging you to go with him?" Connie had been given the full story by Vickie about Mike's proposition.
Vickie nodded. "He's leaving Friday. His tv series wound up last week. He's heading for California. He still wants me to go with him." Vickie closed her eyes dreamily.
"Well? What did you tell him?" Connie's voice was sharp.
"I told him Pd let him know for sure Wednesday night. He's making all the arrangements. He's even found a buyer for my car."
"Hah! He's kinda sure of himself."
Vickie nodded, recalling the wonderful afternoon and evening. Her eyes misting, she sighed, "Oh, Connie! He's such a wonderful guy."
"Sure, as long as he's getting a crack at this crack!" Reaching over, Connie petted Vickie's cunt. "Does the bastard want to many you?" She glared.
Vickie blushed. "No. Not yet. He figures we can live together as man and wife for awhile. Then if we decide it'll work out, we'll get married." Vickie frowned. Connie had }mentioned the one flaw in the entire set up.
"Do you love him?" Connie asked bluntly, continuing to gently massage Vickie's moist pussy.
"I think so," hedged Vickie, feeling herself warming up under Connie's probing fingers on her snatch.
"You think so! Hah! That's an evasive answer. When you really love a guy, you don't just think so. There should be no doubt about it. Personally, I think the bastard's giving you a snow job." Connie removed her fingers from Vickie's snatch, and used her hands to emphasize her argument. "All Mike wants from you is a cheap lay. Companionship. He'll keep plugging you until he tires of your snatch. Then he'll toss you aside. Believe me, I know. I was married once my-self. My old man couldn't get enough of me, until one day hi saw this blonde dish." Connie shuddered at the rush of memories. "That was the end of our marriage. And with you, darling, it won't even be a marriage. He'll bring you out to California, screw you like mad until he sees another girl, then it'll be good-bye Vickie!"
Vickie nodded miserably. With her casual bluntness, Connie had gone right to the problem and had laid it on the line. Vickie knew that what Connie outlined would probably be exactly what would happen, de-spite Mike's protestations of love. Like Connie had said, if the guy really loved her, he'd marry her. That had been the one big reason why Vickie hadn't given her answer to Mike yet.
She loved the guy, but she had fears of the unknown. Going all the way to the West Coast. Being thrown among a whole new flock of strangers, and then, maybe getting tossed aside by Mike and she'd be all alone in a strange land. Could she cope with it?
Vickie's eyes opened wide with astonishment when she noticed that Connie had thrown herself onto a pillow, had turned her back to her, and was sobbing!
Vickie edged over, placed a hand on Connie's shaking shoulder and turned the sobbing girl onto her back. "Connie!" Her voice was filled with awe. "You're crying! Why?"
Connie gazed up at her through tear-stained eyes. Then, impulsively Connie reached up, drew the nude teenager to her breasts, and really cut loose with the sobs. "Darling. Darling," sobbed Connie. "I don't want you to leave me! I ... I love you!" Connie blurted the words. She stroked the lovely girl's naked back.
Vickie frowned. She stared in disbelief. Was Connie putting her on? She shook her head. Connie's grief was for real. The teardrops and sobs weren't phonies. She gulped, a deep flush on her face. "You love me?" Her voice contained a measure of disbelief.
The girls lay side by side, facing each other. Connie hugged Vickie to her enormous breasts. The sobs continued. Her dark eyes were misted with tears.
"Darling. Darling," she breathed huskily. "I've loved you from the moment you first arrived. There's something about you that turns me on. I never felt like this before with any other girl. You're so young. So pretty. So naive and innocent-like. And the way you look at me with those big, brown trusting eyes!" Connie sighed and cut loose with a new flock of tears.
Vickie stroked Connie's bare shoulders, and ran her fingers through Connie's mass of long, dark hair. She was surprised at Connie's confession of love, but not exactly amazed. She had seen Connie looking her over many times during the few months she'd been here, sharing this bedroom and apartment with this girl. Now having gone the Lesbian route with Ginger, Vickie was no longer surprised at what could happen between girls. "Are you a lez?"
Connie laughed shortly, and frowned. "Hell not I'm the boss whore. Remember? I've been married and divorced. I like men."
"Then why do you say you, love me?"
Connie sighed. "That's what's bugging me. I don't quite understand why I feel like this. Like I said, it never happened before. Not that I haven't made love to girls before. Get that straight. Many's the pussy I've sucked, as part of the job assignments. But I never really cared too much for that type of action. But with you, darling, you bring out the beast in me. The Lesbian beast. Every time I look at you, I feel like sinking my fangs into your pretty pussy." Connie laughed harshly. "I guess you think I'm some kind of a kook?"
"Not really, dear." Vickie stared up with her big, soft, brown eyes. She felt all soft and gooey herself. Tears misted her eyes. She rolled onto her back, held out her arms. "Make love to me, dear," she breathed huskily. "Maybe it'll help me make a decision about what I'll do about going with Mike. Let's see if we really have something going for each other?" She smiled through her tears.
Connie nodded happily. She rolled over and mounted Vickie like a man. She meshed her enormous melons with Vickie's solid ones. She eased Vickie's legs apart and meshed her hot, hairy cunt up against Vickie's hot, hairy cunt. She rubbed her thighs against Vickie's. She brushed Vickie's hair back on the pillow. Tenderly, she eased forward and pressed her lips against Vickie's. "Darling," she breathed, huskily. "Darling, I love you so much." She eased her tongue in and dueled with Vickie's tongue. She moved around on the bed until she felt her hairy cunt rubbing farther against Vickie's hairy cunt. She wiggled her breasts against Vickie's melons. She smiled down at her little girl, her eyes filled with lust and love. She kissed Vickie's lips tenderly. She licked Vickie's lips with the tip of her tongue.
Connie continued to lick Vickie's lips, her nose, her closed eyes, her cheeks and down to her chin. "I'll kiss you all over, my lovely darling. I'll get you so hot, you'll forget all about that horny bastard Mike! Ill make such love to you, you won't want to leave. I want you to stay, darling. I love you so much." Connie, half babbling and half sobbing, kissed her way down the lovely teenaged girl.
Vickie felt herself melting into a creamy sexpot. Tears misted her eyes as she watched her lover in action. When Connie's mouth eased in on her breasts, Vickie shuddered and moaned with delight. She pushed her fifties upward for better sucking. She cupped her breasts forward and eased them into Connie's ravenous, suckling mouth. First one, then the other. She moaned and thrashed around under Connie's tithe sucking.
Vickie stroked Connie's swinging bells. She tweaked Connie's swaying nipples. She squeezed the huge melons. She touched Connie all over, and was touched in return. Connie's soft, warm hands felt so good on her bare skin. Vickie moaned and thrashed around in sheer ecstasy, while Connie worked her magic with fingers, tongue and mouth.
Connie kissed the lovely teenager all over. She sucked the big breasts up, up, up. ... She kissed the pouty lips again and again. She murmured words of love and adoration in the ears of the little girl. She pushed her knee up against Vickie's tiny snatch and rubbed it gently. She could feel the moistness on her knee. Connie was filled with passion and lust. She'd never felt like this before in her years of whoring around.
This teenaged delight really turned her on!
Connie licked her way down Vickie's fiat tummy. She nipped at Vickie's belly button. She tugged at Vickie's curly brown cunt hairs with her teeth. She took a good whiff of Vickie's nice-smelling cunt; it smelled pretty since Vickie'd just had a bath. Connie swabbed her tongue the length of Vickie's lovely body. Up and down. She nipped. She kissed. She tongued the delicate teenaged darling.
Slowly Connie moved around on the bed, continuing to suck her friend off, until she was facing down-ward, kneeling alongside the nude girl. Connie then rolled Vickie onto her stomach. She cut loose with a deep sigh of admiration as she stared at her teenaged darling's bare ass. With a moan of delight, Connie swooped down on the lovely out thrust asscheeks. She fondled the cute asscheeks. She rubbed them. She massaged them. The lovely asscheeks moved in and out with every push and stroke of Connie's hands and fingers. Connie continued to knead the lovely mounds and utter words of admiration.
Then Connie, still kneeling beside the naked teen-ager, slid Vickie's legs apart. She reached down and stroked Vickie's inner thighs. She stroked the hairy cunt from the rear. She reamed gentle fingers in and out of the hairy snatch, then she eased Vickie slightly upward onto her knees and began toying with Vickie's adorable chute!
Connie tenderly fingered Vickie's wonderful, puckered asshole. She fondled Vickie's swinging bells. She worked her fingers all around Vickie's nudeness, while Vickie, in a somewhat awkward position, kneeling face down on the pillow, could only moan and thrash around in delight while the Lesbian worked her magic on her goodies.
She squirmed in delight when she felt Connie's probing fingers shoving into her asshole. She watched while Connie pushed a finger in, reamed her ass a bit, then removed her finger, wet it, and shoved it in again.
Connie then managed to get two fingers into Vickie's tiny asshole. Then three. Vickie almost fainted with ecstasy when she saw Connie fingering her asshole and sucking her fingers. Then Connie swooped down with her mouth and rammed her tongue far into Vickie's rectum!
Connie swabbed her tongue far into Vickie's reamed asshole. Her hot tongue darted in and out of the gooey hole again and again. Then, Connie noticing the way Vickie was staring at her in open mouthed lust and love, removed her mouth from Vickie's hole and quickly moved upward; her lips puckered. She quickly shoved her lips against Vickie's before the surprised girl could lodge an objection!
Vickie tried backing away, a momentary feeling of disgust and revulsion sweeping through her. She couldn't get away from her lover. Connie bad an arm around her neck and was pressing her forward while pressing her lips to Vickie's. Vickie moaned as she tasted her own muskiness, then she heated up and returned the hot kisses. She shoved her tongue into Connie's mouth and dueled with her tongue.
The girls giggled, rolled around on each other and fought for kissing thrills. They swapped kisses. They dueled tongues. They swallowed the gook. They laughed, kissed and hugged each other like two people very much in love.
Connie, being the heavier of the two, finally pinned her lover to the bed under her. Laying heavily atop her adorable girl, she whispered, "I love you, darling."
Vickie, her soft brown eyes filled with love and tenderness, nodded happily, "I love you too, dear."
"You won't leave me, will you, darling?"
"Never! Never!" Vickie humped her pussy upward. "Let's suck each other off? Real good?" She suggested hopefully.
"Let's!" Connie gave with a few more hot kisses to her little lover; then she moved around on the bed. She scrootched around on top of Vickie. She knelt alongside Vickie's pretty face. She stared down at pretty Vickie's pretty cunt. With a smile of triumph and love on her face, Connie burrowed her face into Vickie's cunt! A feeling of exultation swept through Connie when she sunk her fangs onto the adorable crack.
After this session she was quite sure her little girl wouldn't leave!
Vickie stared up at the dark-haired gash moving toward her face. She knew this monstrous item had been the recipient of many a cock. Connie had probably been fucked a thousand or more times in her young life. Her cunt showed the affects of the beatings it had taken. Connie's cunt was big. Probably from too much exposure to too many big cocks. Even Connie's puckered asshole looked as if it had been well reamed out many a time by the same cocks that had ravished her cunt.
A moment of doubt swept through Vickie as she stared up at the descending cunt. She loved Connie very much. The older girl had been like a mother figure to her. A haven to come to. She always felt so safe in Connie's presence.
She really didn't want to leave with Mike -- not if it meant losing Connie. It would be so nice to come home to Connie after a hectic session with a big-cocked bastard. To know that Connie would be there to comfort her. To love her. To kiss her. To tenderly swab her battered little cunt with her hot tongue as Connie had promised to do if she remained.
Like now. Connie had her tongue deeply imbedded in Vickie's tiny pussy. Connie was giving it a tender loving sucking. Waves of heat and lust engulfed Vickie as the older girl worked out on her twat. Connie had mentioned that she didn't really dig the Lesbian bit, but at the moment she was giving a good account of herself on Vickie's pussy.
With a moan of delight, Vickie pulled the monstrous cunt to her face and eagerly began slurping. At the moment she was still a very confused girl about her future. She loved Connie. She loved Mike. Connie loved her. She wanted her to stay. Mike wanted her to leave with him.
Vickie wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do. She knew only one thing. Right now she wanted to suck this big, lovely cunt!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Appletons greeted her warmly. Vickie could sense the warmth and friendliness the moment she stepped into the house. Agnes, her plain face wreathed in smiles, gathered -Vickie to her and kissed her.
"Vickie! Vickie! I'm so glad you're here. Come in, darling. Make yourself at home." Agnes ushered her into the living room, still with her arm around Vickie's slender waist. Agnes called out, her voice filled with happiness. "Peter! She's here! Vickie's here!"
Peter, who'd been in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, came into the living room. His eyes lit up in pleasure. "Vickie, darling!" He took Vickie's hands in his and gazed at her in adoration. "My, you look so pretty today!"
Vickie flushed. All this adulation. She smiled sweetly. "Hi, folks!"
She squeezed Peter's hand. She kind of liked the chubby, older man. He had such a nice smile. Peter was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a brightly colored sports shirt. Agnes was dressed in a shorts set. The Appleton's looked like what they were -- a casually dressed, fortyish couple, who had everything going for them in the way of wealth and good living. They were so wealthy they didn't have to put on airs.
Vickie had dressed in a short dress, with a tight bodice that accentuated her positives. It was a nice, form-fitting garment of pale green and white trimming, very fetching and added to her girlish charm. She glanced at her watch. Almost four o'clock. She had arrived right on schedule.
"Connie mentioned you wanted to retake some of the pictures for your book, Peter?" She bestowed a nice smile at the chubby man. "Didn't the other ones turn out?" She was making with the conversation.
"Eh? Oh, that!" Peter came back to earth. His initial glance at Vickie had sent his thoughts soaring into outer space. His mind to other than mundane things. "Most of 'em turned out pretty good, hon. You're very photogenic. Here. I'll show you the pictures." Zipping over to a desk in the far corner of the room, he pulled an envelope from the drawer. Spreading it out on the desk top, he withdrew the pictures. Handing them to Vickie, he explained them. "The shots we took in the orchard were a bit fuzzy. We'll redo them. Here's the ones at the pool. They're marvelous."
Vickie ogled the set of pictures. They were good. She was very photogenic. Even the ones that Peter were concerned about appeared to be all right to her. They weren't as clear as the others, but they seemed to be adequate. A bit fuzzy, maybe. She smiled to herself. This picture taking was just an excuse for her to return.
She reached for the other envelope Peter was holding. "Can I see those?"
"Gee, I don't know, hon." Peter's face was red. "These are the ones we took in the bedroom. Maybe you wouldn't want to see 'em?"
"I would!" Vickie reached for them. One by one she stared at the lewd pictures. Photos of Agnes making love to her. Photos of Agnes kissing Vickie's cunt. Lewd expressions on both their faces as Agnes worked on Vickie like a Lesbian. Vickie felt her own face getting red and she felt herself heating up.
Like Peter had said, she was photogenic. From every angle and curve. She stared at the pictures of Peter fucking her. The flush on her face deepened. She began to feel all warm in the crotch area. The warmth was increased when she felt Agnes nuzzling up to her from the rear and while pretending to be looking at the pictures along with Vickie, she was rubbing her hands on Vickie's cute buttocks.
Vickie handed the pictures back. She grinned impishly. "Like Wow!" She turned to Peter. "Do you want to take the pictures in the orchard now? I can go change into the crinoline dress?"
Peter shook his head. "There's no hurry. We can take the pictures tomorrow. You'll just be our guest for tonight. Dinner's about ready, isn't it, dear?"
"Everything's about ready. You go set the table, Peter. I'll get Vickie squared away in her bedroom and we'll wash up. Come, darling." She led Vickie to a bedroom.
The two girls washed up and returned to the kitchen. Peter had the table set and the piping hot meal ready to serve. Agnes chuckled, "Since Peter's in semiretirement, he's coming up with lots of surprises. He cooked the whole dinner himself. He's such a darling, and such a big help around the house." Agnes smiled at her chubby husband.
After the sumptuous meal, and after the dishes were cleared away and stashed in the dishwasher, the trio adjourned to the huge living room. Darkness was be-ginning to descend and Agnes flicked on a few lamps. They sat around and watched the evening news and weather programs, and sipped at drinks.
A cozy, comfortable feeling swept through Vickie. This was like home. The home that had been busted up after her Mom's death and Dad remarrying. She felt quite at ease in these surroundings. Peter and Agnes were old enough to be her parents. They were both casual and relaxed. Vickie leaned back on the sofa and relaxed. She kicked off her shoes, propped her feet up on a hassock and sipped at her drink.
The drinks, the mood, the casualness had a warming effect on her. She had the oddest feeling. It was almost as though she belonged here! She knew the feeling wouldn't last. She knew what she was. A paid whore. The people doing the paying would want action soon, but until then, she'd enjoy this moment of bliss, This homey feeling.
Agnes poured another round of drinks, then sat next to Vickie on the couch. Idly, she touched Vickie's hair, neck and shoulders while they sipped at their drinks. "It's nice having you here, Vickie." Her voice was soft and low. Her blue eyes were alight with ten-der gleams. "It's almost as though you're part of the family."
"I feel the same way." Vickie relaxed against the couch and enjoyed the feel of Agnes's soft fingers touching her.
"We never had any children," Agnes said, her voice soft and tinged with sadness. "We were both so busy acquiring money and material things, we didn't want to be bothered with kids."
"Oh?" Vickie began to feel all soft and mellow. She sympathized with this lonely couple.
"Now look at us," sighed Agnes. "We're approaching middle age and all we have is this huge house, and plenty of money in the bank. But no children."
Vickie nodded. Placing a hand on Agnes', she said "Maybe you could adopt some?"
Agnes shuddered. "No! We couldn't cope with raising young kids. Ugh! We wouldn't have the patience for it." She smiled and shucked off the mellow mood. Hopping to her feet, she poured another round of drinks. "Let's not get maudlin! Let's have some fun? Are you still available, Vickie, for other than picture taking?"
Vickie nodded. The bubble had burst. Back to normalcy. Back to being Vickie Adams, teenaged whore. Putting on her professional smile, she said, "Ready any time you folks are."
"Good. Then let's go to the bedroom!" Gathering Vickie's hand in hers, Agnes led the way. Chubby Peter brought up the rear. He carried the half-empty whiskey bottle with him. His eyes were alight with expectation. Already a bulge was beginning to form in the front of his Bermuda shorts. Peter was ready.
Vickie gulped in awe at sight of the master bedroom. Though she'd spent a night here before with them, she couldn't help but marvel at the luxury of the room. The huge, king-sized bed. The tasteful furnishings. The thick carpet. The mirrors on the walls. The attached bath. Even a tv and a hi-fi set in the room. She got hot all over just being here.
She stood in the center of the room, sipping at her drink. She was not sure what the horny couple had in mind and decided to play it by ear. She would be their willing love slave. They were paying for the session. She'd give them their money's worth.
Agnes wasted no time. Stepping up to Vickie, she began undressing her. She slid Vickie's dress off. She stepped back to admire Vickie in bra and panties.
"Isn't she adorable, dear?" She appealed to Peter.
Peter, who'd been hastily shrugging out of his own clothes, paused long enough to admire the scenery. His eyes bugged in appreciation. He nodded. "She's beautiful." He slid from his jockey shorts. His big, fat prick snapped to attention at sight of half-nude Vickie.
When Agnes removed the rest of Vickie's clothes, Peter's prick was at full stiffness, rock hard, surging with might and raring for action.
Agnes quickly joined the nudists. She stepped from her clothes. The three people was now naked and staring at each other with some degree of embarrassment. Vickie smiled reassuringly. She realized that the Appletons were still rather new at this game. The last time she'd been here had been the first time either one of them had taken on a different lover. Now, they were still acting shy and uncertain.
She put them at ease. "Relax, Peter and Agnes." She placed her hands on her breasts and cupped them forward enticingly. "It isn't the end of the world. Let's have fun. I'm your love slave." She pursed her lips invitingly.
Agnes and Peter surged forward. Both grabbed her at the same time. Peter got in front. Agnes in back. Peter shoved his cock forward and planted a few hot kisses onto Vickie's lips.
"My God, little girl," he breathed huskily. "You're so beautiful. Isn't she, dear?" He appealed to Agnes who was rubbing up against Vickie from the rear and nibbling at Vickie's neck and ears, while gently fondling Vickie's out thrust, cute asscheeks.
"The most beautiful girl in the world. And we love you so much, darling." Agnes' voice was low and throaty. She nuzzled her slender shape up against Vickie's voluptuous one, wrapped hands around Vickie and stroked her enormous melons. "You have such lovely breasts, darling. They're so firm, so round, so fully packed!" She tweaked at the tautening nipples.
Vickie tried relaxing while the heated up couple worked on her from the front and rear. She enjoyed the feel of Peter's hard cock bouncing against her belly.
She enjoyed the feel of Agnes' hairy snatch pushing against her asscheeks. She enjoyed the feel of Agnes' not so huge titties meshing against her bare back. Vickie neated up. The effects of the drinks, the mellowing attitude of the home, and the warmth and friendliness of the couple worked their magic on her. She grew creamy hot and pliable. She was ready for anything. Reaching down, she curled her fingers around Peter's huge, throbbing cock. "How 'bout fucking me, Peter?" she whispered.
The words caused his prick to jump to new heights. Peter glanced over her shoulder and stared into the eyes of Agnes. Sucking in a deep breath, he murmured, "You heard her, Agnes? Can I fuck 'er? Please?"
Agnes teased for a moment, then she nodded. "Yes, dear, you can fuck the little bitch!" Her smile belied the sting of the words. "I'll help you fuck 'er."
Agnes eased Vickie onto the bed. She eased Vickie onto her back. She spread Vickie's legs wide. She lifted Vickie's knees upward into the fucking position. Agnes sat beside the adorable whore while arranging her for her husband. Agnes' eyes were smoky pools of passion and lust while she stroked Vickie s pussy and thighs, and asshole.
Turning to her husband, she said, "Are you sure you want to fuck this ugly thing?" she teased, bending low and shoving a few kisses and sucks onto Vickie's cunt.
"Yes. Yes," breathed Peter, kneeling between Vickie's thighs, his cock aiming toward the hot pussy. "Please let me."
"Well, since you've said please." Agnes sighed and removed her fucking face from the moist pussy. "I guess you can."
Taking hold of her husband's big cock, she aimed it at the tiny cunt she'd been sucking. Agnes steered the head of it into the tiny crack; then, giving Peter a hard whack on the ass, she pushed him forward, hard.
"Go on," she screamed hysterically. "Fuck the little whore! Fuck 'er. That's what you want to do, isn't
it, you horny bastard. Go on. Give it to 'er. Make 'er feel it!"
Vickie, surprised at this sudden outburst on the part of Agnes, moaned and gasped in pain when Peter, assisted by the shove from his wife, invaded her cunt. It was brutal and unexpected.
"Ouch!" she wailed. "Take it easy! That hurts! Owww. ..."
The moans of pain receded when her hot little pussy began adjusting to the enormous cock. Since coining to work for the Lance Henderson Agency, Vickie had been subjected to a variety of different sized cocks. This tended to enlarge her cunt. She was reaching the point where she could quickly adjust to any sized cock.
She wished he, or rather, Agnes hadn't been so brutal. Vickie liked to get her cocks eased into her
cunt very gently. The sudden bangbang, she didn't particularly enjoy.
Now, having adjusted to Peter's prick, she settled into a steady rhythm. She matched him stroke for stroke. She had learned a few tricks from Connie during the course of their acquaintance. Connie had advised her to give with the moans, sobs and wails of delight while fucking a man. This tended to make the guy feel bigger than he really was, and turned him on. Most men liked to think they were really hurting the pussy they were banging.
At the moment Vickie didn't have to fake the sound effects. Peter's big cock was still hurting her. Her moans and sobs were for real.
"Oh, Peter," she moaned, thrashing around excitedly, "you're so big! It hurts! It hurts so good!" She sobbed, moaned and rolled with his punches. She wrapped her legs about his and drew him in deeper and deeper. "You're the greatest I've ever had, Peter! Wow! Your prick is so big ... so ... big.... Oh ... Awl ... It feels so good. ... Fuck me, Peter, fuck me! ..."
Peter obliged. The small teenager under him, with the tiny pussy, aroused him like he'd never been aroused before. He felt his big cock slamming hard against the pussy walls, now being lubricated by the minor orgasms. The sight of the lovely, writhing naked body under him, drove him to new heights of lust and passion.
The little girl was so beautiful. She had such a smooth, creamy, pinkish white body. It writhed and bounced under him. He stared, fascinated at her bouncing tithes. They were such lovely items. Peter began reaching a zenith hitherto unreached in all his years of marriage with Agnes. "I love you, Vickie," he moaned and shrieked while pounding cock into her pussy. "She's so wonderful, dear," he added between strokes, glancing at his wife who was right beside him, lending moral encouragement.
"Yes, dear, I know." Agnes stroked Peter's fevered brow while he stroked Vickie's fevered pussy. "She's beautiful, and she's got you so hot." There was a trace of envy in Agnes' voice as she watched Peter pour his meat to the teenaged darling. He'd never fucked her like this.
Vickie stared upward at Peter. She smiled encouragement and bounced up and down like a demoness. "You're good, Peter!" she moaned. "Such a wonderful fucker. Such a big cock. Wow! Aaaaaa! ... Oooooo! ..." She wailed and moaned happily while accepting Peter's energetic thrusts.
She stared into Agnes' eyes. Saw the look in the wife's eyes. "Isn't he the best fucker, Agnes?"
Agnes nodded. Tears misted her eyes. She placed her hand on her husband's asscheeks and rode up and down with every lunge of his cock into the lovely girl's cunt. She smiled reassuringly at the little girl. "Give 'im a good ride, darling," she breathed. "I don't mind. Go on, fuck 'im, fuck 'im good. Make the hot bastard come like he's never come before." Bending over, she placed her lips on Vickie's and gave with a soul kiss. "He's gonna come, now ... ?" she whispered.
"Yes. Yes." Vickie could feel Peter suddenly tense. She knew he was reaching his peak. "Now! He's coming! He's coming!" she moaned, between Agnes' kisses. "Your big-cocked husband is filling my cunt with his hot come!" she shrieked, half sobbing, half chuckling. "You hear me, Agnes? Your husband is filling my cunt with his hot come! Right now! ... " Vickie shrieked, moaning and thrashing around under the pounding.
Peter unloaded into the teenager. It felt as if he was unloading from the very souls of his feet to his brain. Every fiber in his hot, chubby body was heated while he stroked and lunged into the adorable teenager who was getting kissed by his wife while accepting his come.
It was weird. Exciting. Peter unloaded the biggest wad of his entire life into the hot little pussy. Again and again, his hot hose squirted hot juices into the hot cunt. He felt her rise up to the occasion and come with him. It was delirious. Peter almost flipped his cork. Finally his passion began to ebb. His squirting hose ran out of juices. His fierce lunges slowed, then stopped. His limp cock oozed from the battered well.
Peter smiled ruefully. Shaking his head in awe, he murmured, "My God, you lovely little girl. You sure made me come. I thought I'd never stop." He smiled apologetically at Agnes. "I sorta got carried away, dear."
"I know." Agnes crinkled her nose and forgave him. She smiled down at the lovely interloper. "You sure gave my husband a wonderful fucking, you lovely girl. He thanks you. I thank you." To prove her point, Agnes gathered Vickie into the crook of her arm and showered her with kisses. "We both love you so much, darling."
Peter squirmed out from under the two embracing girls. He got to his feet, wobbling unsteadily, a rueful smile on his face. He wobbled toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash up," he mumbled Then smiling at Agnes, he said, "While I'm gone, dear, you can ask Vickie if she'll go along with our plan." He stumbled into the bathroom, and eased the door shut.
Vickie smiled up at Agnes. "Exactly what did Peter mean by that crack, dear?"
Propping herself alongside Vickie, and resting her hand on the small girl's heaving breasts, Agnes gently squeezed them and fondled them. With her other hand she stroked Vickie's hair, face and ran her fingers across Vickie's cute lips. "We both love you very much, darling. You know that?"
Vickie nodded. "And I , love you both. So?"
"Well, Peter and I got to talking things over." Agnes stopped stroking Vickie. She paused all action while staring into Vickie's eyes, then she blurted, "Vickie, darling, Peter and I want you to move in with us. To live with us!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vickie sat up in bed as though she'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin. Agnes' words trickled through her startled mind. Had she heard right? "You want me to move in with you? To live with you?" Her brown eyes were pools of astonishment.
Agnes nuzzled the surprised girl to her bosom. Sitting on the bed, facing her, she gathered Vickie to her nude bosom and gently stroked Vickie's long brown hair, back and shoulders. She pressed her thin lips to Vickie's in a tender kiss. "Will you, darling? Please?"
Vickie backed slightly away, the look of incredibility giving way to a look of curiosity. "Why?"
"Because we love you, darling. Peter and I both adore you. You've been on our minds ever since the last time you were here. Peter has talked about nothing since. You really turned the old boy on. And frankly, darling, I feel the same way about you. We've both fallen madly in love with you. That's why we want you to move in with us. To be like one of the family."
Vickie eased away from Agnes' embrace. Propping herself against the headboard, she lifted her knees, wrapped her hands around her legs and propped her face on her kneecaps. Staring into Agnes' eyes, she asked, "Wouldn't that be rather silly ... taking a nineteen-year-old girl into your house to live?"
"Not really, darling. We have it all figured out." Agnes placed fingers on Vickie's thighs and drummed. "Peter and I are really two lonely people. Like I mentioned we spent so much time getting rich, we didn't have time for children. Now we've got plenty of money, and plenty of leisure time on our hands. And frankly, darling, Peter and I no longer have a big thing going for each other ... sexually, that is!"
"Oh?"
"That's why we decided to hire a model to pose for the pictures for his book. We knew when we hired you that you'd also go along with any sex we decided to try. Peter and I agreed to at least give it a try. He wanted another girl. I wanted to try a girl, too. I've had this secret yen to make love to a girl, all my life. Until I tried it on you, I wasn't sure I'd like it. Now I know."
"You liked it?" Vickie grinned and began heating up again when she felt Agnes's soft fingers toying with her moist pussy.
Agnes flushed. "I love doing you, Vickie. And Peter loves fucking you. I've never seen him so turned on. You'd be good for both of us, darling."
"But why me? Why don't you just hire a new model every time you get the itch?"
"We thought of that, too, but discarded that idea, for several reasons. First, because we both love you. Second, we wouldn't be sure we'd like a different string of girls parading in out of our lives. You know, what with diseases and all those possibilities. It would look strange to our friends to have a lot of different girls visiting us for long visits like we have in mind. And there are other reasons, but mainly, darling, we want you because you're you!" Agnes eased a finger into Vickie's pussy. "We both love this adorable little twat!"
Vickie wriggled her adorable little twat around for better fingering. Many questions popped into her mind. And many reasons why she shouldn't. "It's out of the question, Agnes," she said, with a touch of regret. She genuinely loved this older couple, but what they were proposing was crazy. It was too far out.
"Because of the money you're making now?" Agnes backed her fingers from Vickie's twat and eased back on the bed to concentrate on the discussion, and to keep her mind on the subject at hand.
Vickie nodded. Thoughts of Mike ran through her mind. Thoughts of Connie. Thoughts of her sizable bank account that was growing with every assignment. "That's a big reason. You couldn't expect me to give all that up?"
"We've even thought of that!" Agnes chuckled. "You move in with us, darling, and we'll give you five hundred dollars a month free and clear. Like I said, we have plenty of money."
"Five hundred a month!" Vickie gulped.
"And if you stay with us six months, we'll give you a five thousand dollar bonus, darling. And another five thousand dollars every six months after that, plus your five hundred a month!" Agnes said, smiling.
"Wow!" Vickie shrunk back against the bed. The enormous sums of money being tossed around dazzled her. Talk about instant wealth. This was staggering. To a girl who'd been raised on chicken feed, the sums seemed astronomical. She did some hasty calculating. Five thousand. For six months. Plus five hundred a month. Another three thousand. Eight thousand. And all clear.
"In addition, we'd pay all expenses, buy you clothes and give you whatever you need in the way of spending money, darling. The five hundred and five thousand you could put in the bank, or invest it."
"Wow!" Vickie repeated. She still wasn't through digesting the propositon.
Agnes moved forward. "And there's one other thing, I might mention, darling. There's a junior college close by. You could enroll there. Continue your education while you're living in with us. We'll pay your tuition and expenses. Now how about it, darling?" Agnes eased forward. "Please say yes," she begged, stroking her fingers on Vickie's cunt. "We love you, and we love this so much!"
Vickie was tempted. This could be the answer to her problem. A chance to build for her future. She'd be a private whore. That would be much better than being a public domain whore. It would be safer. Sticking with Connie, she'd maybe make as much money. Or would she? True, Connie also loved her, but how long would that last? How long would it be before she outlived her usefulness to the Lance Henderson Agency?
Vickie knew that Lance's models didn't last forever. There was a heavy turnover. Lance had to keep fresh, young girls around to meet the demands of his picky clientele. Vickie knew that a whore's life span was limited. Her fucking life span, that is. A good-looking young kid could last maybe three, four years, then it would be downhill. After that -- what?
The thoughts surged through Vickie's mind while she mulled over .the amazing proposition and Agnes mulled over the amazing little twat she adored. Agnes was gently fondling the little pussy, heating both herself and Vickie in the fondling process. Reaching down, Vickie placed her hand over Agnes' and helped Agnes stroke her pussy.
"Wouldn't it be odd to your friends and neighbors to have me move in?" she asked.
"We've figured that out, too." Agnes smiled. "We'll pass you off as our niece. Well mention that your parents died and we've agreed to let you live with us. No problem."
"H'mm." Vickie sighed. Agnes seemed to have the answer to every question. "And if I do accept your proposition, I'll be like a member of the family. My own bedroom. Free to come and go as I please? My own friends to visit me?"
"But of course, darling. You'll be a member of the family. It'll be as though you're our daughter!" "Your fucking daughter?" teased Vickie.
Agnes flushed, then grinned. "To put it that way ... yes! You'll be our fucking little daughter, but you'll only let Peter fuck you, and me suck you. Which brings up your responsibility to us. If you accept our proposition, you'll agree to make yourself available to Peter and me. Any time either one of us wants you. Some nights you'll spend with him. Some nights with me. Some nights we'll have a threesome, like tonight. Agreed?"
Vickie weighed the proposition. It was very tempting. The thought of the money still boggled her mind. The idea of living on this estate. Of going to college. Of living a normal life. Being the member of an established family. She knew these people loved her. That was for sure. She loved them.
"Well?" Agnes pressed her lips close to Vickie's. "Please say yes, darling," she breathed.
"I ... I ..." Vickie sighed. "I should talk it over with Connie!" she blurted. "You don't have to know immediately, do you?"
A frown of disappointment etched Agnes's thin face. Then she brightened. "No. Not really. You talk it over with Connie, but please don't take too long making up your mind."
"Okay." Vickie cut loose with a big sigh. "I'll let you know this week. One way, or the other. I'll talk it over with Connie tomorrow night. I'll call you Thursday morning. I promise."
"Good!" Agnes' eyes lit up. She sealed the promise with a kiss. Then grinning lewdly, she said, "Since you've crapped out poor old Peter, it'll be my turn to spend the rest of the night with you. Let's have a sample of how our life together will be ... if you decide to accept." Agnes eased around on the bed to get into better sucking position. She glanced up at Peter who'd returned from the bathroom and had been tuned in on most of the conversation. "You can sit there and watch, Peter. Maybe if you watch long enough, you'll be able to get another hard-on and taken an-other crack at ... our daughter!" She smiled hope-fully.
Peter sat on a chair close to the bed and watched the naked girls in action. His poor prick was still limp from the beating it had taken from the tiny little cunt. Peter was usually a one a night man. It had been years since he'd taken Agnes twice in one night. He was hoping his luck, and passion, would change tonight. So he'd get another crack at Vickie's tiny crack. Even the thought of it caused stirring in his big cock. A bit of stiffness surged into the limp wand. Peter smiled hopefully. He had the feeling that tonight he'd make it again, and again, and again... .
Vickie smiled at her new parents to be. She was beginning to like the whole idea. It would be nice to have a pair of fucking parents like this. Make believe parents, of course, but the game of pretend would be fascinating. Another thought entered her mind. Who knows, maybe they might officially adopt her. They didn't have children of their own. They needed someone to leave their wealth to.
These thoughts churned through Vickie's mind while Agnes moved around on the bed to begin her sucking journey on her darling teenaged delight Impulsively, Vickie drew the older woman to her and showered her with kisses. Vickie's eyes were moist. She was filled with love, passion and lust. "Agnes. Agnes. I love you!" she breathed, huskily. "Please make love to me, and let me make love to you at the same time." She smiled through her misted, happy eyes.
"You mean ... ?" Agnes frowned.
"I'll suck you off, too, dear. You'll like it. I promise. Please?"
Agnes gulped. Turning to Peter, she said, her voice filled with lilting happiness. "Did you hear that, dear? Vickie's going down on me, too? Oh, Lordy, I'll be so happy with this girl."
"And maybe," added Vickie, shoving her face downward toward Agnes' pussy and flopping onto her back to be the underone in the Lesbian effort, "While I'm sucking your cunt and you're sucking mine, I'll get on top, shove my ass out, and let Peter fuck me in the ass! That is, if he can get a hard-on?" She glanced owlishly at Peter's limp cock.
The words had an electrifying effect. The limp cock began surging to attention. Peter hopped from his chair. "I'll do it! I'll do it! Get sucking, girls. Oh, Lordy, to think I'll be able to shove my prick in there!" He caressed Vickie's cute, out thrust ass-cheeks. "You get on top, Vickie. Now. I'm ready. See!" He held his big cock forward.
Vickie stared. She grinned. Peter was indeed ready!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was Thursday morning. Vickie had spent a long, tearful night with Connie. She had filled her roommate in on all the details of the Appleton's proposition.
As she expected, Connie immediately began tearing holes in the plan. She had pointed out the many flaws of such an arrangement. Vickie had countered with logical answers. Connie had been unconvinced. She had finally turned on the tears and had begged Vickie not to leave.
Several times during the night Connie had made love to her teenaged darling in an effort to get Vickie to change her mind and stay.
Vickie had almost succumbed to Connie's arguments and love. She wasn't quite sure in her own mind that this was what she really wanted. The session with Peter and Agnes the other night had been wonderful. Peter had risen to new heights and had set a new record for himself for a one night stand. Five times he'd come in Vickie. Twice in her ass, twice in her cunt, and once in her mouth.
In return Vickie had given the odd couple all her love. She'd sucked Agnes off several times and had been sucked in return. All in all it had been a thrilling experience and she emerged three hundred dollars richer. But some doubts remained about the setup. Would it always be like that? Were the Appleton's insatiable? Not that she couldn't cope, but the thought was nagging. Vickie shoved the thought aside finally. Obviously the older people couldn't keep up that pace. She figured they would cut down to maybe twice a week.
Finally Connie had ceased arguing, and had gone along with the idea of her leaving. She even helped Vickie pack her suitcases. This had been accomplished when Vickie had pointed out that she would still be available to make love with Connie. After all, she would be like a daughter to the Appleton's. She'd be allowed to have her friends visit her. Connie could very well be one of her friends.
Any time Connie felt in the mood to love Vickie, all she'd have to do would be to call her, and make a date. Connie had finally agreed to the arrangement.
The girls paused at the front door of the apartment. Vickie was all packed. Turning to Connie, she whispered, her eyes filled with tears, "S'long for now, dear. I'll call you in a few days. We'll have a nice session. Maybe I can talk my new parents into letting you join us for a wild party. Just the four of us? I think they'll go along with it." She smiled. Vickie had a hunch that Peter and Agnes would go along with anything she desired.
"S'long!" Connie pressed her lips to Vickie's in a soul kiss. She forced a smile. "Be seeing you. ..." She broke off as the doorbell rang. Frowning, she opened it, "Who the hell is that?"
She peered out between the crack of the chain. "Who is it?"
"Me. Mike, Is Vickie there?"
Connie frowned. She closed the door, and faced Vickie. "It's Mike. I meant to tell you. He's been calling here almost every hour while you were at the Appletons. Shall I let him in, or send him away?"
Vickie's heart pounded. In her excitement of arranging her future With the Appleton's, she'd forgotten all about Mike. Squaring her shoulders, she sighed. "Let 'im in, I guess. I'll have to face up to him, too."
Connie unhooked the door. Mike barged in. His eyes lit up when he saw the suitcases, packed and ready, and Vickie dressed for going out. "Vickie! Darling! You're all packed and ready to leave with me!" He reached for the bags. "Come on, darling. We'll put your things in my car. Then we'll take your car downtown to that guy and sell it. You can stay with me tonight. We'll leave for the West early in the morning."
Mike, the take charge guy, picked up the bags and ushered her toward the door. His handsome face shone with pleasure.
"Hold it, Mike. Put those bags down!" Vickie's voice cut in on Mike's pleasure. She shook her head. "I'm not leaving with you, Mike!"
"You're not? But your bags are packed?" He frowned. "Where are you going?" He glared suspiciously.
"I'm ... I'm moving in with some relatives," blurted Vickie. "An Aunt and an Uncle. They've invited me to live with 'em. I'm accepting their offer. Good-bye, Mike. It was nice knowing you." Vickie stood firm, though the sight of Mike sent her mind to churning and her heart to thumping.
"But you can't do that!" Mike protested. "I want you to go with me. You sorta half promised you would."
"I changed my mind, Mile. I can't go along with you under those circumstances. What do you take me for?" Vickie blushed, and hastily added, "Don't answer that! Anyway, I'm not going along with you and pre-tend to be your wife. That's final!" She glared.
"Aw, gee!" Mike stood before her, a puzzled expression on his face. "But I love you, hon!" he explained.
"If you loved me, you'd marry me!" Vickie cut loose with the unassailable logic that had been tossed at men since Eve.
Connie eased close, shoved an arm around Vickie's waist and added moral support. "She's right. Mike. Why don't you marry her? It's the only way she'll go along with you."
"Me? Get married!" Mike was horrified.
Vickie sighed. Reaching out, she eased Mike to-ward the door. "Good-bye, Mike. I'll be seeing you sometime, maybe."
"Wait!" Mike drew back. He stared in disbelief. First at Vickie, then at Connie, then back to Vickie. He sighed and sagged resignedly. "Okay, damnit, we'll do it your way. We'll get married!" He brightened. "Maybe it won't be such a bad idea at that! I've been giving the matter some thought. Maybe it's about time I settled down." Drawing Vickie to him, he crushed her to his embrace and showered her with kisses. "I love you. I love you. Will you marry me? Now? Then we'll head West?" He babbled incoherently between kisses.
Vickie smiled happily. Through tears and sobs, she said, "Yes. Yes. Mike. I'm so happy. You won't be sorry. I'll be a wonderful wife."
"Then what are we waiting for. Come on, before I change my mind. Let's go!"
"Wait for me, I'll go along as the bridesmaid." Connie rushed to get dressed. "And while I'm getting ready, dear, you call the Appletons."
* * *
Vickie snuggled up to her new husband. They were on a turnpike, heading due West. It was early morning. The morning after their first night together as man and wife. Wrapping an arm through his while he drove, Vickie pulled his well-battered cock out and began toying with it. "I love you, husband mine," she whispered, "And I love this bastard!" She kissed it.
Mike grinned and raised her cocksucking pretty face from his throbbing prick. "Hon, I'd love to have you suck me off, but now? Doing seventy-five miles an hour? On a turnpike?"
"I just wanted to prove how much I love you, dear." giggled Vickie, happily. "Besides there are no other cars on the road this early in the morning."
"And I want this car to stay on the road!" chuckled Mike.
"I see your point!" Vickie tucked his point back into his slacks. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes dreamily. She'd have her whole life-time to pleasure her man. And pleasure him she would.
