The guitar strings moved sensuously under Barry Nicholson's fingers. The melody throbbed in his ears; the blood pounded in his temples, making the veins stand out on his finely chiseled features. The late evening air caressed his face as he played out the last notes ... paused ... and stared across the yard at the houses on the opposite side of the street.
Barry Nicholson knew the houses well. He knew the families living in them, their well-kept lawns and four-door sedans. He hated them ... hated what they stood for. The small, neat, New Jersey town had spawned him. Spawned. Not given birth to him.
He sat back, the guitar cradled against his shoulder, and lit a joint.
Friday 6:00 p.m.
Deena lay on her bed in her bra and panties ... waiting. The blue princess phone by the side of her pillow wouldn't ring. She rolled from side to side, her mind totally occupied with the feel, the smell, the taste of Barry. She could almost sense his hands traveling up her belly and caressing the firmness of her breasts.
Her fingers looped involuntarily into the elastic of the panties and slid them down over the ripe mound covered with cornsilk hair, down the length of her legs. She kicked the panties off the end of the bed and her legs parted as her fingers sought out the familiar wet slit.
Deena's breath was heavy as she parted the lips of her already lubricated cunt and ran the tip of her finger over the swollen nub of her clit.
Friday 6:00 p.m.
Kit Knowles shuddered and pulled her light raincoat tighter as she walked through the Times Square area. She involuntarily looked back over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her. A slight movement caused her to notice the pimply-faced kid in the doorway. Their eyes met for an instant and she felt a cold, sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach as he leered at her and sucked the air in through his teeth.
She hated having to walk the streets at this time of night. Being a singer in New York had its hazards especially when you only had money for subways. Another month of crap ... and then ...
Friday 6:00 p.m.
Deena Saunders felt her body shudder as her fingers plunged time and time again into the tightness of her hot cunt. Her hair was matted over her closed eyes, her mouth half open in the twilight of passion. She lay there fantasizing that Barry's hot, hard cock was ramming into her. The moan flooded through her. She felt it as it reached her throat and she felt her vocal cords contract as the muscles of her vagina closed tightly over her fingers. Her moan echoed in the room like an intruder; her passion spending itself again in the half-dark. Then, the phone rang.
Friday 6:15 p.m.
Barry waited, the phone lightly cradled against his shoulder as he took a bite out of the peanut butter sandwich. He heard Deena's voice, soft and swollen, on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Deena? Yeah ... it's me ...Oh that ...I'm chomping on a sandwich ... Hey, are you all right? You sound a little strange ..." He took another bite out of the peanut butter sandwich.
"Yeah, I know I was supposed to come pick you up ... but I just got a letter today from Dave in New York ... You remember Dave ... he has this group up there ... Yeah. Well, I was sitting here thinking ..." He felt Deena tense at the mention of Dave Evans. Deena had never particularly liked Dave and his weirdness. "Look," he finally said, "I'll be over in about half an hour. We can talk about it then." He hung up the phone on the kitchen wall and reached into the icebox for a soda, spotted the bottle of white wine and took that out instead.
He finished off the sandwich with the wine, put the glass in the dishwasher with the rest of the dinner dishes and closed it.
Friday 6:30 p.m.
The girl behind the desk at the rehearsal studio hardly noticed as Kit walked toward the stairs at the back of the reception area. Kit was a frequent sight and didn't warrant any attention above the ordinary.
In the second floor hall, Kit could hear the soprano with the frog in her throat trying desperately to sing Madame Butterfly. This was mixed with the sounds of a rock band somewhere in the recesses above the second floor, torturing their amplifiers in the cause of acid rock ... and then the dancers in the third studio down ... a strange collage of sound at best.
She opened the door to 2-D and ran headlong into a cloud of cigarette smoke that rushed to escape from the close confines of the room.
"Kit, baby!"
"Hey, you're late again. You know that?"
"Okay, let's take the goddamn thing again from the bridge. She's here ... finally we can get some real work done!"
Friday 6:45 p.m.
Barry drove the Porsche up into the drive of Deena Saunders' parents' home. The engine idled, rumbling under the hood as he sounded the horn twice. He waited, the light from the instrument panel casting a green glow over his features. He could feel the tension that the last day had brought into his life. The letter from Dave in New York; a chance to really make a name in the music business! But ... there was Deena to contend with. She wasn't going to take to the idea well at all.
Deena ran out of the house, swung the door to the Porsche, and climbed in.
"Hi, lover," she said, leaning over in the low-cut shift just enough to expose the creamy tops of her breasts and the dark rose-pink of her nipples. Barry looked at the velvety skin that he knew so well ... and felt all his plans going out the window.
Friday 7:00 p.m.
"Hey, you guys," Kit said through the pandemonium going on around her, "I've gotta have a break!"
"Hey, sure, Kit," Dan Fowles commented as he looked up momentarily from the music scores spread out all over the top of the table.
She laughed as she took a can of beer out of a cooler box next to the door. Fowles wouldn't even remember that she had asked, she thought to herself as she pushed open the door and strolled down to the steps at the end of the hall.
She sat down and popped the can of beer open. Taking a mouthful, she made a face. Beer had never been a favorite with her. She took another sip and stared absently down the steps. From where she was sitting, she could see directly in through the transom of one of the rehearsal rooms on the floor below.
As she sat there, she became aware of the movement in the room below her. There were two girls in leotards, dancers. They were moving sensuously around each other as they stared fixedly into each other's eyes.
Kit found that she was rooted to the spot. She sensed what was coming and felt her body not wanting to move. It wasn't the first time she had ever seen two people make love, but it was the first time she had ever found herself in the position of a voyeur, and an unknown voyeur at that!
She could already feel the dampness seeping into her panties and she found herself involuntarily wriggling against the steps as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She took another pull off the can of beer.
By now, the two girls had begun to undo each other's snap-crotch leotards and the dark-haired one was gently cupping the blonde's breasts up in her hands from behind. The blonde was arching her back, her hips jutting out in front of her as the dark-haired girl leaned over her and ran her wet tongue over her nipples and back and forth across both breasts, leaving a trail of glistening saliva.
Kit could feel her breath getting shorter. She could see the two girls' tongues darting back and forth in and out of each other's mouth as their hands explored further into the secret recesses of each other's body. She watched as the blonde lowered herself to the floor, did a headstand, and locked her legs around the ballet practice bar.
Kit couldn't take it any longer. She let her hand find its way up under her skirt and around the elastic of the flimsy panties. Her juices were hot as her fingers slipped open the matted jungle of pubic hair to reveal the hidden rain forest that nestled in the tropics between her thighs.
The dark-haired girl had lowered her head down to the other girl's cunt and was lapping away as she stooped down. She had long since discarded the leotard, and now she lowered her own wet pussy until the blonde girl could reach it with her mouth.
"Damn, yes!" Kit whispered into the darkness of the stairwell as her fingers tortured her clitoris; tortured it into giving her the pleasure she demanded.
The girls were getting hotter. Kit could see the clear juice that shone on the blonde girl's cheeks as the dark-haired lover slipped her cunt back and forth from her partner's chin which would momentarily try to lodge itself in the gaping cunt hole.
The sounds in the hall, the cacophony of sound-noise that was pouring from the floors above her, swept over her like a wave of molten lava as she felt herself going over! She slammed two fingers inside her hole as the orgasm began, and rammed them in and out as furiously as she could as she watched the two girls in the rehearsal room slump to the floor in each other's arms!
"Kit!" She heard the voice behind her; a voice from another planet, another time. "Kit?" She heard the steps coming down the hall as she pulled her fingers out of her satiated pussy and lowered her skirt.
"Are you all right?" Dan asked as she stood up, and picking up the beer, started back to the rehearsal.
"Fine ... just ... fine!" she answered as she floated back inside.
Friday 8:00 p.m.
Dave Evans took the joint as it was passed around the candle-lit room. He could hear the sounds of a Miles Davis album coming from somewhere beyond Arcturus, or one of those far-out stars, as he inhaled and held the sweet smoke inside his lungs.
He felt as though his lungs were trying to wring every last speck of high out of the smoke before he started coughing again.
"Oh ... yeaaaah!" one of the girls next to him moaned as she lay there on the rug in front of him.
Dave Evans was stoned ... whacked ... out of his tree ... He stared at the femaleness that looked up at him with a lascivious look on her lips and tried to move. Tried to move. Tried to move. Tried to move.
Friday 8:00 p.m.
Mrs. Gerry Saunders neatly finished what was left of her scotch and went to pour another one. She walked as well as she could to the kitchen and found the light switch. The dalmatian next door began to bark.
"Oh ... shut the fuck up," she muttered as she poured a shot of the amber liquid into her glass, turned out the light, and went back to the sofa.
As she sat there in the gloomy room, the phone rang. She reached over and picked up the receiver and at the same time spilled the rest of the drink in her lap.
"Who is it?" she yelped as she tried to get out of the way of the spreading liquor.
"Oh, it's you, Ger ... Yes ... Deena is out with that atrocious Nicholson boy again. Ger, you have to talk to her about this ... Well ... who knows what they might be doing! I mean ... I remember what we used to ... Yes ... Yes ... Damn it! Why the hell do you have to stay in the city again tonight! Ger ... that makes three nights now ..." her voice trailed off as she heard the empty words coming over the line. Empty words of excuse followed, something about an important deal, but she didn't even care to listen. Mrs. Gerry Saunders hung up the empty receiver, tried once more to brush the scotch off, gave up, and went upstairs to bed. Alone, again.
Friday 8:30 p.m.
Gerry Saunders rang the bell in the Upper East Side brownstone lobby and waited for the answering buzz. The nameplate over the mailbox of apartment 4B read "Victoria Wittenberg' in Old English script. He bounced a Sherman cigarette up out of its box, caught it between his lips and searched around in the pocket of the black raincoat for a portable flamethrower. Just as his hand hit the lighter among the keys and other objects in his pocket the buzzer sounded.
The Sherman got caught in the squeeze of trying to open the heavy cut-glass paneled door.
"Shit!" he mumbled as he spit out the remaining fragments of the cigarette. The door by this time had slipped quietly shut with the small click of the lock and the small whoosh of air as the weather stripping sealed itself against the inside face of the door jamb.
Gerry flushed noticeably with anger as he jammed the 4B buzzer again. This time he got the door open and stepped inside the dusky, wood-and-wax smelling hallway. He thought that it smelled a lot like the hall in his old grammar school in Illinois. The only thing missing was the smell of slightly rancid bananas and oranges in the paper bag lunch pails.
That had always made him laugh. There had been one kid whose father had moved to northern Illinois from New York ... The first day of school this kid had shown up in Miss Richardson's fourth grade class with a new, shiny black lunch pail with a thermos jug. That damned lunch pail must have disappeared at least fifteen times in as many days, and there was always the scene with Miss Richardson trying to find out who had taken the fool thing.
Gerry walked up the second flight of stairs and paused for a minute to let his wayward breath catch up with him ...
Yes sir, that lunch pail moved more than if it had had legs, but it always turned up before school let out for the day. If it hadn't, there wouldn't have been anything to make scenes about the next day.
"Gerry ... are you down there?" a voice drifted over the stairwell. It was a smoky, almost surreal voice, that always sent shivers of anticipation up Gerry's spine.
"Yes ... I'm just lighting a cigarette ... your door ate one up before I could get through it." He reached for the box of Shermans ... took another out and lit it, hoping that Vicki hadn't noticed the quickness of his breathing.
"Hurry up, silly. The tomato sauce is going to be absolutely ruined!"
As Gerry rounded the last turn on the third floor stairs he saw her standing there in the doorway. She was wearing the gown he had bought for her the past weekend at Bendel's. It was a blue-black floor length thing that cut deep past the breasts and barely covered her fiery nipples.
Victoria stood up on her toes and threw her arms around his neck and ran her tongue back and forth over his top lip. Her tongue felt the beginning of the stubble that had pushed its way through the Caswell-Massey cologne and light coating of powder.
He felt the wet tongue as it slipped past his lips and probed and searched for its mate in the cave-mouth. There was the momentary feeling that flickered across his mind ... seeing the two tongues as separate entities attempting to mate ... he felt the desperation as it surged past his gut and landed with a thump in his testicles.
"What took you so long, darling?" Victoria Wittenberg asked as she led him back into the well-decorated apartment.
He had been jarred by the strange juxtaposition of early Peter Max and Old European furniture the first time he had ever come here with her ... "Got hung up about problems with Deena ... You know how kids are. Sarah gets so upset over the least little thing." He sat down and pulled her close to him on the sofa. "I'm sorry about not calling and letting you know I'd be late." His hand moved over the yielding fabric of the gown and caressed her belly. She moaned and bit him on the ear.
"That's ... all ... right ..." she managed to finally get out between nibbles. "Just see that you ... don't make a ... habit out of it ... you hear?"
His hand burned for the touch of her breast as he tried to figure the odds on fucking her once before dinner. He decided better against it and cleared his throat.
"What is the matter with you tonight, Gerry?" she asked him as she slipped one hand down between his legs and rolled the back of it against his cock.
Double shit, Gerry thought as he tried to decide what to do. The last time he had gotten turned on before dinner and tried to undress her, she had frozen up like a radiator in Maine and he hadn't been able to get near her for the rest of the evening. .
"What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," he answered as honestly as he could. "What are you waiting for?" He smiled inwardly to himself. Let her decide what the next move is going to be!
"Absolutely nothing," she parried, a look of complete innocence on her lips. "Let's do it before it gets cold," she said standing to let him go past her.
Gerry stood there a split second trying to decide whether to go toward the dinner table or the bedroom. "Caught halfway between heaven and hell ... like a soul in purgatory," he groaned to himself half under his breath and half audibly.
"I'm sorry ... I missed that," Victoria Wittenberg said, stretching like some ancient cat god from Chaldea.
Friday 8:30 p.m.
Deena stamped out the half-smoked cigarette as Barry pulled the Porsche into the side road at the edge of town. She could feel herself beginning to get wet as the car bounced over the worn ruts of the old abandoned road.
"That was a great dinner, Barry ... but did we have to go to the most expensive place in town?"
"Why the hell not, baby," he answered her, an edge of annoyance creeping into the tone of his voice as he parked the car and turned off the ignition. "After all ... I'm gonna be a famous rock star someday and you better get used to the idea now."
"Barry ... Barry!" She reached over and pulled his mouth onto hers and ran her tongue over his lips. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll get along just fine no matter what you're doing!"
He was still worrying about telling her about New York and going to meet Dave, but she would just have to understand. After all, it was for both of them, wasn't it?
"What's bothering you, lover. Something's been on your mind all evening and I'm beginning to get worried," Deena asked as she began to undo her skirt.
"Nothing ... nothing at all," Barry lied as he watched the skirt slip down over her long, shapely legs to expose the thin bikini panties.
He felt his cock beginning to grow hard at the sight of her. He watched as she raised her hips and slid the thumbs of both hands into the bikinis and slid them down to the floorboard with the skirt. Deena's cunt hair shone in the moonlight that flooded in through the window of the car. The hair seemed as though it had lights in each separate strand as she ran her hands over her hips and between her thighs.
"Do you want to suck on my sweet pussy?" she asked as she parted the now swollen lips and turned so she was facing him. She put one leg up over the seat behind his head and stretched the other one over as far as it would reach in the opposite direction. It came to rest against the windshield ... firmly wedged against the dashboard.
"You know it," he answered as he flicked his tongue through the thin, almost nonexistent hair that framed her cunt.
Deena felt the heat of his breath against her thighs as he lowered his mouth onto her waiting slit. She felt the fire of her passion pulse through her body like an electric current as Barry moved his tongue in slow circles over the hard flesh of her clitoris. The fire spread outwards to her arms and legs as his tongue dipped into the honey-pot to lap out some of the clear love juice that flowed past her cunt lips.
"Oh, Yes! Damn ... yeeees!" Deena squirmed and moaned, as Barry brought her closer and closer to the high-tuned pitch of orgasm.
"Tongue fuck me, baby," Deena half whispered and half screamed in his ear.
Barry lowered himself down until he could maneuver his tongue inside the wet hole that was weaving in front of his eyes. He observed it for a few moments ... the slick juices on Deena's lips glistening in the moonlight ... the moaning that came from her lips as she begged him to continue ... the writhing hips that made him want to stop tonguing her now and put his aching cock into one of the two holes that presented themselves.
"Barry ... please!"
He let his tongue circle slowly ... ever so slowly around the dark, tight hole below her pussy ... teasing and taunting Deena to even greater fits of passion. Then ... he slid it past the tight little muscle and plunged it as far as he could inside her ass. She screamed and went over almost instantly.
Barry had always been fascinated by the fact that Deena could have an orgasm if you so much as breathed on her asshole. He slipped a finger up to her clitoris and slipped it back and forth under the folds of skin that it nestled in. He found it, hard and hot to his touch, and moved it back and forth in a very deliberate motion.
Deena pushed and wriggled even harder now, her blouse off on the floorboard with the rest of her clothes. She reached for her tits and pulled at her nipples inflaming them and making them swell and stand out like two ripe cherries against her fair skin.
Barry was getting off on teasing her more than usual. He watched, almost completely removed from the scene, as she reached down and plunged two fingers into her now dripping hole. He watched as she ran them in and out ... faster and faster. At the peak of her passion he slipped his tongue into her asshole once again ...
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHYYYYEEESSSS!"
Deena collapsed into the bucket seat and lay there spent, her breath fast and heavy. She looked up at him through half-closed eyes and smiled a crooked smile.
"You!" she said as she looked at him. "You still have your clothes on!"
He looked down.
"You know ... I think you're right." He smiled at her. "Let's remedy that right now." He reached down and unbuckled his pants. Before he could go any further Deena had moved his hands aside and was busy undoing the snap and zipper herself.
"Raise your backside up a little bit," she commanded.
He did as she said and she slid the jeans out from under him. She caught his underpants with her fingers as she moved the jeans off his thighs and his hard cock sprung up from the folds of material as she moved them down toward his knees.
Deena's mouth was on his pulsing rod immediately. She slid her lips over the red tip and down over the hard shaft. The pants got no further than his knees before she was over him ravishing his hard, muscular, young body.
"Deena ... the pants, Deena," he mumbled as she slid up and down his rod.
"Mmmmph," she managed to mumble ... then slid the pants the rest of the way off without losing her grip on his cock.
Barry spread his legs and let her suck on him. He felt the hot, slick tongue as it probed at the hole in the tip of his cock, trying desperately to get inside. He felt Deena run her fingers under his balls. He felt her push them from side to side, milking them with her hand as she moved on him. He felt the saliva running down between his legs and reaching the crack of his ass.
Deena slipped her finger around in the saliva and rammed it into his ass. She loved to finger fuck his ass and make like she was playing with a pussy while she sucked him off.
"Yeah, baby ... take me ... take me," he rasped, his breathing getting faster.
Deena knew Barry well ... every little trick that would give him pleasure. She reached with her other hand and slid it under his shirt. Finding one of his nipples, she began to pinch at it with her fingernails. She felt the immediate shudder run through his body as the tube at the base of his cock began to swell and pulse with the beginnings of an orgasm. She played him like some fine instrument ... bringing him right to the peak of coming ... then letting it subside. A little of his come would spurt into her waiting mouth each time he would get near going over. She loved this, the taste of him as it slid down her throat.
She removed the finger from his ass and sat back ... his cock jumping and bouncing in front of her.
"Barry?"
"Yeah," he finally managed to say.
"Let's do it outside."
"Whatever you say."
Deena opened the door of the Porsche and slid her naked body out of the car. She walked around to the front of the vehicle and felt the wind as it played over her skin. She felt so alive at moments like this ... she wanted them to never end.
Barry managed to finally get out of the car and rubber leg his way around to where Deena was standing. He walked up behind her and ran his still hard cock between her ass-cheeks. He felt her as she parted them slightly and moved back against him.
"You want to fuck me in the ass?" she breathed back over her shoulder.
"Lean over," he commanded.
She did as he asked and felt the hard maleness of him against her firm cheeks as he felt for the hole. His cock found its mark and plunged in one move up inside of her. She felt the burning rod as it ripped at her insides, making her want to scream at the top of her voice. "Damn, yes ... Fuck me good ... Fuck me good!"
Barry reached around her body and cupped her breasts in his hands as he moved back and forth in her ... the heat of sex growing hot as the night air fanned their passion like a bellows fans a forge.
"You like to be fucked in the ass, don't you, baby?"
"You know it ... Just don't stop ... don't ever stop."
Barry remembered the first time they had ever tried it this way. Deena had had her period and she wouldn't let him fuck her. She had sucked him off for about three days ... but he wanted to feel his cock inside of her. Finally, she had sensed his need and made the suggestion. It had been like a duck taking to the water. She had loved it.
None of his other girlfriends would let him get near them this way. He had often wondered if that was why he continued to stay with Deena as a regular thing. He wondered if that was a good basis for a long-term relationship.
Barry's thoughts began to drift over the field of his memories as he came closer and closer to an orgasm. This always happened. He had to take five minutes or so to figure out where he was afterwards.
Then it began ... the hot, molten semen surging up out of his balls and into the waiting orifice of Deena's ass.
She felt him as he began to pulse with the first few tentative spurts of come. She felt the rush of semen as it poured out of him in jet after jet of hot liquid need.
She stayed tightly on him when he leaned back against the car to help him support his weight. His legs had turned to melting butter and he felt his mind go blank.
As he began to focus his eyes, he noticed that Deena was still against him and his cock was still hard inside of her. She had been busily working her asscheeks back and forth as she played with his balls and had managed to get him hard again.
"Good, baby?" she asked as she began to move his cock inside of her again ...
Friday 8:32 p.m.
Gerry had finally resolved his problem by heading for the bathroom. Victoria had a piqued look on her face as he slithered out of the problem she had set for him.
He stood staring at his face in the bathroom mirror as he reached over and flushed the toilet to make some bathroom noises. He turned on the faucets full blast and let the steam float up around his face. Bitch, he thought, the steam beginning to make him blink. He turned the faucets off.
He had thought a lot about why he had become involved with Victoria Wittenberg. None of the reasons really made much sense to him. She was a first class, game playing bitch and he had known it the first time he had met her. But ... here he was ... months later still going over the hurdles. He felt slightly like a fool. But there was something about the game playing that turned him on. At least it was something! Irene had even stopped playing games. He thought about that. It wasn't entirely true. She just didn't bother to play games with him anymore.
"Shit!" he said to the face in the mirror.
He half expected it to answer back.
He ran his fingers through his thinning hair and went to the bathroom door. He could hear low moans from the living room as he started to open it.
He slowly cracked the door about an, inch and peered out to see what was going on in the other room. As he got his eye in the right position he saw Victoria sitting on the arm of the sofa, her gown hiked up to her waist, fingering her pussy with a vengeance.
Gerry felt life surge into his cock as he witnessed the tableau that had presented itself to his gaze. His hand involuntarily closed over his rising shaft and helped to prompt it to even more activity.
Victoria continued to play with herself, the moans getting louder and louder. Then she reached over and took a round-handled letter opener off the table next to the sofa. She held onto the dummy blade and ran the length of the handle into her well-lubricated pussy hole.
Gerry couldn't take it any longer. He unzipped his pants and took his now rock-hard cock into his hand and began to slowly rub it up and down the hot length of the pulsing shaft.
Victoria was well on her way to her third orgasm as he opened the door and slowly and quietly moved across the rug toward her.
She seemed oblivious to his presence as he stood in front of her watching her ministrations. She was lost in the movement of the letter opener as it probed and prodded at the recesses of her slippery cunt.
Gerry watched with fascinated interest as the letter opener moved in and out ... moving the long, paper-thin cunt lips back and forth from side to side. He thought that Victoria had the cunt of a first-class whore. It was deep and swollen with the coppery hair splaying out on all sides like a small forest of redwoods.
He continued to pump his rod like a high school sophomore as he watched Victoria pinching her clitoris between her fingers in time to the movements of the letter opener. He felt his come rising in him as he stood immobile except for the hand movements in front of her. She was gross ... she was beautiful ... she was obscene ... she was a Botticelli Venus.
Then ... just as she reached another peak ... he let go, his sperm spurting into the air in a high arc ... up the front of the gown ... splashing against the side of her cheek and making a viscous little trail down the nape of her neck. He shot again and again up the front of the gown, the come running in between her fierce little breasts into the valley between the taut mounds that sat high on her firm body.
Victoria looked up as she removed the letter opener from her swollen cunt and smiled. "Ambitious aren't you, my dear?" She scooped some of his juices from in between her breasts and lapped it out of her hand with her tongue. "I didn't know you had it in you," she said, still smiling at him and looking at his now shrinking member.
"Get it up again and I'll let you fuck me. Hmmmmm?"
Friday 8:45 p.m.
The rehearsal was ending and Kit was glad. Her voice was beginning to feel a bit frazzled. She still felt turned on by having watched the two dancers and her hand would move almost involuntarily every once in awhile toward her pussy mound. She would surreptitiously rub the heel of her hand over it to relieve some of the ache, and start singing again. She wasn't sure ... but she thought that Dan had seen what she was doing. She was absolutely sure that he had caught her in the hall before she could get her skirt down.
"Okay. One more time from the top and you can all go home," Dan said as he rapped on the top of the table for attention. The hum of voices in the room subsided as the pianist began the intro for the tenth time.
Kit pulled her legs up onto the table that she was sitting on and nestled one of her bare heels against her pussy. She began to rock back and forth on it in time to the music as they sang the commercial again. Dan looked over toward her ... and grinned.
Shit, she thought. He fuckin' knows! It was then that she made the decision that she was going to seduce Dan Fowles. He didn't have a chancel
They finished the tune and everyone began to pack up and head for the door. Kit felt herself come once again and then she took a deep breath and headed straight for Dan.
He was gathering the music paper into a folder and telling everyone not to miss the next rehearsal. Kit stood next to him and. smiled.
"What's on your mind my tiny little soprano?" Dan asked as he put the last of the music away in the briefcase.
"Oh ... Nothing ... and everything," she beamed at him.
"My, now ... isn't that an awful lot for such a small girl to be thinking? You've been reading that existential philosophy again, haven't you? Didn't I tell you that it would rot your mind?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that masturbation would give you acne?"
"Now, let me see ... I think she did say something about that once. But I never found it to be true. I think very pragmatically about such things. Experience is the best way to deal with such myths. I tried it ... and I didn't get acne."
"You were just one of the lucky ones." She laughed. "I knew several cases of terminal acne caused directly from people playing with themselves."
"How about yourself?" He looked up at her and smiled.
I was right ... he saw me. She flashed the thought across her consciousness and superimposed it over his face.
"Dan," she asked. "Would you give me a ride downtown?"
"Why not. I've got nothing else to do this evening."
She kicked at him with her bare stockinged foot. "You rat bastard! What do you mean, 'nothing else' to do?"
"Hey ... don't get so excited. Just what I said. I'm through for the evening."
"That's what you think, brother," she mumbled under her breath as she turned to get her things.
"What did you say?"
"Oh ... nothing ... and everything," she said, smiling.
Friday 8:50 p.m.
Dave Evans finally extricated himself from his tangled mind long enough to notice that a small, girl-like creature had attached itself to him. She was sitting there playing with his shoulder length hair and singing nursery rhymes in a soft, almost nonexistent voice.
"Hey ... whatcha doin'?" he asked the creature.
"Making spiderwebs," she answered, then continued singing.
"Hey," he said again, "wanna go to my place?"
She paused in mid spiderweb and looked at him. "Why not," she answered and began to stand up.
Friday 8:55 p.m.
Gerry Saunders pushed the chair back from, the table and gave a loud burp. He felt full and halfway happy, but he felt like a fool for not being able to get it up again. Victoria sat there staring at him with her huge green eyes and it unnerved him.
"What's for dessert?"
"How about a slice of Mom's homemade hair pie," she answered, still staring at him. He felt the flicker of movement in his pants when she said it. He always found it incongruously a turn-on that Victoria looked so regal and had such an obscene mouth.
"Sounds fine to me. Put it up here on the table." He pushed the dishes out from in front of him and motioned for her to get on the table.
Victoria stood up and let the gown drop to the floor. Gerry sucked the breath in through his teeth as she moved to get on the table.
She stepped up on the table by putting a foot between his legs and wriggling her toes. He felt the foot through his pants and started to undo them.
"No ... you can't take them off till you've sucked me. So don't get any ideas otherwise."
She settled her ass firmly in front of him and put her legs over his shoulders. With one movement, she brought his face into contact with her cunt. The hu-mid odor of musk rose and hit him like a hammer.
He buried his face in the hair and flesh and ran his tongue over the folds searching for her clitoris. With one swift movement he ran his tongue from her cunt hole up the slit to the button of flesh that quivered there at the base of her mound ... quivered expectantly as if it knew itself what was coming next.
Victoria squirmed around as his tongue found her clitoris and took a stick of butter off the butter tray and began to rub it over her breasts and belly. She felt it melt as it hit her skin and run over her sides to drip down onto the table. Then she stopped Gerry for a second and put the rest of the butter into the pussy slit and felt it melt as her body heat rose to meet it,
"Now," she said, and pushed him back toward her.
Gerry almost came on the spot as he tasted the butter mixing with Victoria's juices. It was almost more than flesh could bear. He licked and lapped, trying to get as much of the good taste into his mouth as he could. He felt Victoria beginning to soar upward in a crescendo of lust as he flashed his tongue faster and faster over the luxurious pussy that writhed there in front of him.
Then ... he felt her coming. Quickly, he jumped up and ripped off his clothes as she moaned and cursed him for stopping. She reached for him to get his head back between her legs, but she was too late. He took his cock and rammed it into her now, wide open pussy and started pumping away.
Victoria tried desperately to move away across the table, but she didn't have a chance. Gerry just held on to her legs and fucked her for all he was worth!
With one long, low moan, Gerry Saunders came. He came inside Victoria Wittenberg and she came with him ... in spite of herself.
Afterwards, she lay there in the middle of the dishes with the remains of food in them and for the first time in years ... was at a loss for words.
Friday 9:25 p.m.
The cab pulled up in front of Kit Knowles' East Side apartment building and she gathered up her things from the seat. She was determined that she was going to get Dan Fowles if it was the last thing she did. He didn't seem to be taking the hint too well.
"Kit, remember ... don't miss the next rehearsal," he said as she edged out of the cab.
"Listen, Danny boy ... I was going to ask you later, but.
"What is it."
"Well ... I need some advice. You see, my landlord being of the 'fuck your tenants' school has left me in a bind." She paused for a moment, then continued. "It's too complex to try to explain standing here. I tell you what. I'll make us some coffee if you'll come in for a few minutes and see if you can figure out what I ought to do about this."
She watched as he hesitated for a moment or two, then took out his billfold to pay the cabbie.
Gotcha, she thought to herself as he stepped out of the cab and started toward the building with her.
He held open the outside door as she fussed around in her purse for her keys.
"This is one of the biggest problems," she said as she turned the key tentatively in the door. "Half the time it doesn't work."
They went down the hall to the first floor rear apartment and opened the door and went inside. Kit's cat met her at the door mewing and rubbing against her leg.
"Hello, Tinkerbell. I know ... you want food again." She turned to take Dan's coat. "This cat is a bottomless pit. It eats better than I do. Go on in the other room while I put on some coffee water."
Dan nodded and wandered off into what served in the railroad apartment as a living room.
"So far, so good, Tinkerbell," she said to the cat as she poured out some dry cat food into the dish by the bathroom door.
Friday 10:00 p.m.
Dave Evans closed the door to his Lower East Side pad and watched as his newfound creature surveyed the Rolling Stones poster art, the mattress on the floor in the corner and the impressive array of guitars strewn about the place.
She headed straight for the mattress.
Friday 10:01 p.m.
Kit Knowles came back into the room to find Dan playing with Tinkerbell. She had put on a Chinese robe and freshened up her make-up.
"Friendly, isn't she," Kit said as she sat down by Dan and let her hand run into his as he played with the cat.
"Yeah ... does she sing?"
"Now just what is that supposed to mean ... Mister Fowles?"
"Oh ... nothing," he trailed off. "I was just ..."
Kit laughed as she watched him trying desperately to get out of the blunder. "Dan Fowles ... I do believe you're embarrassed."
"Whatever gave you that idea," he blushed.
She ran her hand through his hair and handed him a cup off the table. "Here ... I hope it's like you like it."
As Dan sat there making small talk, he couldn't help but notice the way Kit's robe kept falling open. He could see halfway up her thigh as she sat there, a look of total innocence on her face, seemingly oblivious to the fact.
He remembered coming out into the hall earlier to get Kit for the rest of the rehearsal and catching her with her finger busily working away under her skirt. He had thought at the time that she was just rearranging a seam or something, but now he wasn't so sure. You never knew with sopranos ... maybe she was a lot hornier than he had ever given her credit for.
"So you see," she continued, "I don't know whether to take him to court or not to fix this place!"
Dan liked the way her cheeks flushed when she was angry about something. He wondered why he had never taken more interest in Kit before now. Maybe he had been missing something.
"What?" he asked in total innocence.
"Haven't you been listening to me at all?" Kit asked, letting the robe 'accidentally' fall the rest of the way open.
"I ... I must have gotten ... I must have drifted ... Oh hell. How do you expect me to sit here and listen to you talk about landlords with your ... " he pointed to the now completely open robe, "your ... tits hanging out like that."
"Dan Fowles ... you have a dirty mind."
Dan stared at her breasts and her finely chiseled body and gave up. He could feel the sight beginning to have an effect below his beltline where it counted.
He reached out and closed one hand over Kit's breast and felt the nipple burning into his palm. Before he knew what was happening, his pants were off and down around his ankles and Kit's mouth was closed over his now hardening cock.
He moaned and ran a hand between her thighs, searching out the innermost recesses of her body, the warm, moist places that lurked under clothes, to be seen only on occasion by those that were given permission. He felt the wet, smooth cunt in his hand and he moaned even louder.
Kit pushed him back onto the sofa and climbed up over him, lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth. He was surprised at first that she had no hair, but he decided he liked it. It felt like a young girl must feel when she is still at that age that you can get in a lot of trouble for knowing.
Her tongue probed and caressed his rod making him want her. She slithered the warm, wet tongue down between his balls and licked around the edge of his asshole. The sensations sent shudders through him like a small volcano on a desert island in the Pacific.
The two of them worked at each other furiously, driving themselves to the edge of the abyss. He could feel Tinkerbell's soft fur as she purred and rubbed her body against his thigh and balls. Kit had moved back up and was sinking her mouth up and down the full length of his shaft as fast as she could move and Tin-kerbell began to play with his balls, swatting them from side to side with her claws in. Dan hoped that she would keep her claws in.
He felt Kit's cunt as it quivered, jumped under his mouth and gushed the sweet juices over his lips. He felt the tension in her rise ... poise itself ... and then relax as she went over, low murmuring sounds issuing from her mouth around his cock.
She wheeled around and sank her soaking pussy onto his shaft and began to move up and down on him as she reached around behind him and ran a finger into his ass. He felt the sharp edge of pain and then the pleasurable sensations that her probing finger sent through his pleasure-racked body. He wanted her to fuck him and for the sensations to last forever. He wanted her to bury his cock in that magnificent pussy.
The sperm suddenly drove up out of him, jetting and gushing into her waiting slit. He felt it as it flowed back down his rod to mingle with the cunt hairs at the base.
She slipped off of him and put her mouth over his quivering tool and he felt himself going up again ... up and up ... on an elevator ride to the penthouse of passion, the pinnacle of pleasure. He was Orpheus, but if this was hell he never wanted to leave.
He made a beeline for her semen-soaked cunt with his hand. He wanted to feel the wet juices as they gushed forth from her ravaged body. He wanted to know the sensations of the intermingled juices rubbed through that tangle of hair.
Her, sucking brought him to another bone-jarring climax as he felt her cunt muscles tighten around the two fingers he had managed to get up inside of her pussy.
As Kit cuddled up against him and lit a cigarette Dan realized that he had been seduced ... calculatedly seduced. He also realized that Kit had been doing more than straightening her seams that afternoon on the stairs.
Friday 10:03 p.m.
"What's your name," Dave asked the spiderweb spinning creature that had found him.
"Astarte," she answered as she raised the sweater up over her budding boobs.
Dave just stood in the middle of the room and stared as he watched Astarte stripping. Hell ... he hadn't even asked her to go to bed with him. He thought that was a bit presumptuous of her.
Watching as she took off her shoes and skirt, though, he changed his mind. She had the body of a nymph, all pink, well scrubbed, and untouched. He knew better but he would let that thought pass out of his range.
She was here and begging to be debauched. That was what really mattered.
"So you always take your clothes off when you go to someone's apartment?" he queried as he sat down on the edge of the bed and plucked at the guitar lying there.
"Sure," she said in a matter of fact tone of voice, "don't you?"
Dave had to think about that one in the state of mind he was currently comprehending things through.
"Aaaaah ... Not all the time ... I suppose there are some situations ..."
He never got through the whole sentence. He never had a chance. Her mouth was over his in mid-word and that was the last of the conversation for awhile, save for a stray moan or two that managed to sneak by unobserved.
Astarte was very disarming. She seemed like such a soft, gentle creature, but the panther cat he found himself in bed with right now was another story to write home about, or better yet, not write home about.
Just as he was beginning to get into Astarte the door buzzer buzzed. Then it buzzed some more, somehow sounding rather insistent.
"Aaaaah ... Astarte ... would you excuse me for a few moments while I beat the raging crowd away from my door?"
Astarte was at that exact moment very busy feeling herself up, so Dave crawled off the mattress and made it to the door.
"Who the hell can be buzzing at this hour?" he muttered as he pushed the buzzer and waited for the inevitable hard breathing at the top of the fifth flight of stairs.
He stood there by the door wondering what new set of circumstances was going to invade him when he heard the lilting laughter of Beverly Breakfast Food as she rounded the landing. Beverly wasn't even breathing hard.
Damn, he thought as he saw her through the spyglass in hundred and eighty degree vision, "that chickie sure does stay in shape."
Of course Dave knew how she stayed in shape. Beverly Breakfast Food was a sexual gymnast if there ever was one.
He opened the door.
"Hi there, Bev. What brings you out on a full moon?"
"Look motherfucker ... don't give me that full moon routine. I have a bone to pick with you!"
Suddenly Dave felt very, very vulnerable. She was eyeing his hard and dangling cock as she spit out the last line. He didn't want his bone picked by Beverly ... especially by Beverly. He had heard stories.
"Well ... what do we have here," Beverly asked as she brushed by him and spied Astarte making out with herself on the mattress in the comer.
"Beverly ... Astarte."
Astarte answered without even looking up. "Hi," she said and kept right on trying to get her whole hand up her cunt.
"You," Beverly said tapping Dave on his bare chest, "are looking for trouble, aren't you!"
"Whaddaya mean?" Dave asked looking very chagrined.
"That chick can't be over fifteen and probably has all points bulletins hanging out of her ass!"
Dave stood and listened as Beverly roamed on and on about how much trouble he was going to get into. He remembered how Beverly had got the name 'Breakfast Food'. One of his friends had named her that after spending a night with her. He had told Dave that in the morning she went snap, crackle and pop. It was almost more than flesh could bear that early. Not only that ... but anyone that could satisfy her at that time of morning had to be a champion ... so ... ergo ... Beverly Breakfast Food.
" ... and not only that but you burned me with that last kilo of grass." Beverly took a deep breath and kept going. "That's actually why I'm here. But if you have no objections ..." and started taking off her clothes.
Dave followed her to the edge of the bed. "Come on, Bev. I didn't know the grass was bad ... and you were just leaving."
Beverly tapped Astarte on the shoulder.
"Hey, honey ... room for one more in the pool?"
Astarte looked up at Beverly and smiled. "Sure," she answered and started undoing Beverly's skirt from the bottom up.
"Oh ... screw!" Dave yelped and went over to the comer to sulk.
He watched as Beverly took off her blouse and jumped on top of Astarte. He wasn't sure who was taking the lead. It seemed to be changing back and forth but one thing was certain. They were sure getting off on each other. He was hoping they would wear themselves down to some reasonable level of activity and then he'd join in.
Beverly managed to straddle Astarte in a sixty-nine position and sank her mouth between the soft thighs that lay there in front of her, quivering softly.
Astarte parted Beverly's moist pussy lips and flicked her tongue back and forth across them making them move from side to side, sort of dangling there in the air.
Astarte looked over to where Dave was sitting and smiled. Then, without missing a lick, she continued to suck on Beverly's renowned pussy.
It was known that Beverly had one of the largest clits in town. She had managed to fuck more than one guy in the middle of the night when he wasn't looking.
Dave watched as it began to grow and peep through the short-cropped cunt hairs that surrounded Beverly's hole.
Astarte just made a gasping sound as she saw what was happening. She then latched onto it like a dog onto a soup bone and looked as if she wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
"C'mon, you coward ..." Beverly yelled out to Dave. "Come over here and get into the action. I might even forgive you for burning me."
Dave stood up and hesitantly walked over to the bed. He stooped down and watched Astarte's ass as it quivered and waved there in front of him, and he felt his cock begin to get hard again. Beverly's entrance had scared it completely out of him before.
Beverly was pointing at Astarte's ass as she licked and lapped at the young, sweet pussy over her mouth.
Dave wet his now hard cock and probed tentatively at the asshole. To his surprise it suddenly seemed to open up of its own volition and backed onto his rod. This happened so fast he wasn't sure he had seen it, but there it was. His cock was imbedded up to the hilt in Astarte's ass!
He almost came right then and there. He remembered seeing a film once where some chick had done some pretty amazing things with a wine bottle ... but he had never come close to anything like this. Between Astarte's ass trick and Beverly's clitoris this promised to be some scene.
Beverly let out a wail that would have put a good sized banshee to shame as she came in a burst of wriggling and writhing. Then she climbed out from under Astarte and moved around till she was behind Dave.
He knew what was coming. He felt the long, hard clitoris as it felt along the crack of his ass looking for the hole. Then, in one swift movement, it was inside and Beverly was humping him for all she was worth as he continued to pump at Astarte's fair ass. It had to be the strangest sensation he had ever experienced. He could actually feel Beverly's clitoris moving around inside of him. The whole concept of what was happening sent him skyrocketing over in a blaze of glory ...
Astarte collapsed onto the mattress as he jetted his come into her, and Beverly reached around and continued pumping his cock with her hand as she fucked him in ever increasing rhythm. His cock spasmed and he felt himself coming again. He watched with stoned fascination as his come sprayed all over Astarte's small back.
Beverly pushed it in as far as it would go and clawed at him as she moaned and rubbed against him, her tits jutting into his back as she held him. Then it was over, and they collapsed on the mattress on each side of Astarte ...
Friday 10:45 p.m.
Gerry took his coat out of the closet and got ready for the ride back to Jersey. He felt very satisfied with himself that he had bested Victoria in the game for once.
Victoria sat over on the sofa, sulking. He hadn't been able to get much out of her since the dinner table scene so he had watched the television for awhile and relaxed.
"I've got to go now, Victoria," he said standing by the door.
"So ... go!" She sank down even further in the sofa and refused to move.
"I'll call you Monday."
"Whatever."
"Lock your door after me ... Okay?"
"Whatever."
"Look," he said walking over to where she was sitting, "I don't want to go home and worry about whether or not you're all right ... so ... come and lock the door."
"Oooooh! Whatever you want! Just go now!" She got up and followed him to the door.
Gerry leaned over to kiss her good-night and she turned her cheek to him. He hesitated for a second or two and then took her face in his hands and turned her mouth to his.
She seemed taken by surprise ... kissed him ... and then exploded.
"GET OUT! GO! SONOVABITCH!"
Gerry smiled because he knew he had won.
"Whatever," he whispered quietly and closed the door.
He listened for the lock to snap closed ... it did ... and started to the steps. The last thing he heard as he walked slowly down the flight of steps was something breaking against the door and a loud string of curses.
Friday 11:00 p.m.
The Porsche pulled up in front of Deena's house and Barry cut the lights and ignition. The two of them sat there a long time not saying anything. The radio was playing what sounded like two stations at once. Neither of them bothered to change it.
Deena was aware that something important was bothering Barry but she couldn't get him to say anything about it. She was afraid that he was getting ready to break off with her and didn't have the nerve.
"Deena," he began ...
"Barry ... what is it! I've known all evening that you were uptight. What is it, baby?" She reached over and touched his cheek. It felt hot like maybe he had a fever.
"You ... remember ..." he paused, then went on. "You remember when Dave went into New York to try to make it as a musician don't you?"
"That creep! I hope he goes to hell down a knotted barbed wire cable!"
"Well look, hon ... I mean. ,.."
"Barry ... have you been talking with el creepo Dave again. What's the shit he's been feeding you this time?"
"No shit, Deena. He ... he wants me to come into the City and live at his place for awhile. He told me that he has some gigs lined up and has met some very important people."
Barry sat there as Deena huffed and stared out the window at the house. She knew that her father hadn't come home from the city yet. The light was still on in her mother's room.
"Dave Evans," she began, "is a fink and a liar. Honestly Barry, do you really believe what he's telling you?" She continued staring at the house. Her father was still in the city, and now Barry was talking about living in that eater of souls ... that pulverizer of personalities. God knows what was going on with her father. He hardly ever got home before midnight anymore. Maybe he was going out and getting stoned or something ... or maybe he had a lover ...
Barry found himself at a loss for words. He wanted desperately for Deena to understand but where Dave Evans was involved it wasn't going to ever be understood. He wished that he had never mentioned Dave. He wished that he had just told her that he was going by himself.
"Barry ... do you really have to go?"
He thought about it for the hundredth time since the letter from Dave had arrived. "Yes," he answered, being as truthful as he could.
"All right." Deena opened the door and started to get out of the car. She got halfway up the walk before Barry caught up with her and stood in front of her.
"Look ..." He was out of breath from the scramble. "When I get settled ... you can come and visit ..."
"I'm in no mood to have visiting privileges Mister Nicholson so if you will move out of my way."
"Oh ... you're fuckin' impossible!" He threw up his hands and stalked back to the car; stalked back and slammed the door hard. He stripped the gears making an obscenely raucous racket as he squealed away from the curb.
Deena just stood in the middle of the walk, crying softly to herself.
The window of the bedroom opened on the second floor and her mother's voice floated out into the stagnant night. "Ger ... is that you Ger?"
Friday 11:30 p.m.
Astarte was in the shower and Beverly was in the corner by the record player with the head phones on, rolling another joint. Dave sat on the mattress humming to himself as he thought back over the small orgy that had just gone down. He felt himself getting turned on again and wandered into the bathroom.
As he opened the door he was greeted by enough steam to make Robert Fulton happy. He coughed and sat down on the toilet seat.
Astarte stuck her damp head out of the shower and stared at him.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked him.
Taking a steam bath ..." He peered through the steam and caught a glimpse of Astarte's small tits and his rod sprung into full life.
She grinned and ducked back behind the shower curtain. "Why don't you come in the shower?" She volunteered.
Dave got up and followed her suggestion. He opened the curtain and climbed in beside her.
"Turn around and I'll wash your back," Astarte said motioning in a clockwise circle.
He did as she asked and felt her hands on his skin; felt her hands as she lathered the soap over his shoulders and down the small of his back to the crack of his ass.
Astarte hummed the song 'Pirate Jenny' from Three Penny Opera as she lathered him. This almost made him get back out of the tub.
Her hands ran between his legs and grabbed bis balls. She massaged them around and around in her hand turning him on even more. He wanted to soap up that nubile pussy. He wanted to feel that soft, buttery flesh in his hands.
Astarte ground her body against him in rhythm to the song as she reached around him with the other hand and took hold of his now throbbing cock. She ran her soapy hand up and down it, barely touching it as she moved.
Dave was going absolutely wild! He didn't know just how much of this he would be able to take before he was going to turn around and grab her ... fuck her for all he was worth!
Just before he came again, Astarte stopped and turned him around toward her. "Stoop down," she asked, and climbed up on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide and her pussy directly in the stream of water from the shower.
Dave did as she had asked and looked up. He had a full view of that luscious young pussy above him, the water beating against her clitoris as she held her pussy lips open for it. He stared up at the cheeks of her ass and the remarkable asshole that had taken him so easily. He could still see the small droplets of come as they oozed out and ran down the side of her leg. This turned him on even more!
Astarte taunted and teased him as she played with herself there in the shower. She teased him and made faces at him as he sat there in the bottom of the tub and moaned with the burning desire for her.
"Here," she said, spreading her cunt lips even wider, "put your finger up my hole."
Dave reached up and slipped his thumb in the waiting orifice and felt it as it sucked his finger as deep as it would go. Then, he felt her massage his finger with her cunt muscles as she rippled them up and down forcing his finger in and out, in and out ...
Astarte moaned and threw her head back and with a whimpering howl, she came. As her legs buckled under her Dave removed his finger and raised up onto his knees. He caught her on his shoulders with that delightful pussy just at mouth height. He closed his mouth around it and chewed at the beautiful young flesh that bobbed and jiggled there in front of him.
Astarte just held onto the shower curtain rod and rocked from side to side. She was enjoying every minute of the loving that she was getting.
Dave's tongue dipped into the smooth slit and down to the opening of the vagina. He could taste the slippery juices that were flowing profusely from her as he ran his tongue in and out of the pulsing hole.
Astarte came again and he lowered her down off his shoulders and sat down on the edge of the tub with her straddling him. He felt the cunt muscles begin their rippling trick again as she rolled from side to side with his cock all the way up her wet hole.
He sucked on one of the swollen nipples as he felt the tension that started somewhere down around his ankles and moved up past his knees. It wasn't going to be long now!
With one especially deft maneuver, Astarte jammed down on him hard and felt him tense and vibrate as he shot off again!
"Yes yes, baby ... come, come, come ... do it!" Astarte shouted as loud as she could.
Beverly Breakfast Food ran into, the bathroom, panic written all over her face. "What is it!" she hollered over all the moaning, "Is it a raid?"
Friday 11:45 p.m.
Barry drove into the driveway and jammed on the brakes. The Porsche screeched to a halt and stalled out. He sat there for several minutes too angry to do much of anything. Then, opening the glove compartment, he took out the stash of grass that Dave had sent him and rolled a good-sized joint.
He pushed in the cigarette lighter and thought how badly he had handled the thing with Deena. He hadn't been really fair and this fact made him even madder; madder than he'd been in a long time. But this time the anger was directed toward himself.
The lighter snapped out at him and he lit the joint, took a long toke and sat back holding his breath. The sweet smell of the grass relaxed him almost immediately. He felt it as it hit him behind the knees. He felt the tension drain down his arms and flow out onto the floorboard of the car.
It was then that he noticed the panties. Deena had forgotten to put them on when they had finished making out and they were still lying there on the floorboard.
He reached over and picked them up. They still retained the musky smell of Deena's cunt as he held them to his cheek. Somehow this excited him.
He took another toke off the joint and noticed that he was beginning to get hard. He shook his head and tried to make the feeling go away but with no success.
He put the joint in the ashtray for a moment and undid the fly to his pants and took out his cock. It had been a long time since he had masturbated since he hadn't had any need to since he had met Deena. She had kept him totally satisfied for over a year.
But somehow under the circumstances it felt like a cool idea. Barry chuckled to himself as he ran his hand over his shaft with the deftness of years of experience. He knew just where all of the sensitive spots were and how far he could push things without making himself come.
He stroked the panties back and forth against the side of his face as he continued to maneuver his tool up and down in a slow, almost teasing rhythm.
Then the idea struck him. He took the panties and wrapped them around his swollen member and placed his hand around it again. Within minutes he was panting and excitedly wringing every last bit of pleasure out of the situation.
He felt his balls draw up against him. He felt the little burst of come as it seeped down over his hand. He wrapped the panties over the end of his burning cock and shot off into the panties! He watched as the slippery cloth stained where his semen was penetrating through it.
Barry Nicholson lay his head back against the seat, reached over for the joint, lit it, and took another toke as he chuckled at the panties hanging there, wet and limp from his now bouncing rod.
Friday 11:45 p.m.
Deena pulled the sheet up over her naked body and stared at the patterns the streetlight made on the far wall. She felt like a total shithead but she was damned if she was ever going to give in to Barry about Dave Evans.
She remembered the time that Dave had chased her through the woods at a school outing. He had scared her because that time she was a virgin and she was really afraid that he would catch her.
She had managed to get away but she had never forgiven him and she wasn't about to start now.
Dave was a bastard in her book and a bastard he'd remain! That was just fuckin' that!
But this business with Barry going to New York to live with Dave. She had heard the stories that had drifted back about the kind of life that dear old Dave was into. Lots of grass ... lots of chicks ... and if he kept up the way he was going he'd probably be a junkie within six months. Yes. He was going to be a JUNKIE! She'd tell Barry that she knew that Dave was doing smack and that was sure to turn him off to the idea!
She rolled over, a big smile on her face, and went to sleep.
Friday 11:50 p.m.
Tinkerbell looked at the two sleeping bodies on the bed and tried to chase the toe that was sticking out from under the sheet. Dan jerked the toe back under the cover to safety, made a face and rolled over. His arm reached out and cupped Kit's breast.
Tinkerbell walked up to the head of the bed and stared at the two sleeping faces, gave up and went to the foot of the bed and fell asleep.
Friday 11:55 p.m.
Dave rolled as close to the wall as he could get his aching frame. The activity on the other side of the bed was mildly disturbing, but he was doing a fair job of ignoring it. Astarte and Beverly were at it again. He wondered about those two. He really did.
"Hey, you two!" he whispered as loudly as he could without waking up the other sleeping bodies that had managed to strew themselves across the floor. "Hey ... keep it down a little. I'm try in' to sleep!"
"Coward," Beverly shot back as she plastered her cunt against Astarte's leg.
He gave up and practiced chords in his head until he fell asleep.
Friday 11:58 p.m.
Gerry Saunders got out of the cab in front of his house and saw the light on in the window.
"Shit," he said to the night air as he walked up the front walk and searched for his key.
He knew what this was going to be like. Another night of Irene asking questions. The only thing was Irene didn't mistrust him at all. He would have to tell her in detail about the 'business' meeting he had attended. Who was there. What they had all said. How it was going to make them enough money to send Deena to college the following year.
It made him want to throw up. Why couldn't Irene be like all the other wives he had heard about. Why couldn't she suspect him of something ... anything]
He turned the key in the door and let himself inside. As he walked up the stairs he heard Irene's voice coming down to meet him.
"Ger ... Is that you, Ger?"
"No," he spat, "it's the Boston Strangler!"
Friday 11:59 p.m.
Barry threw himself across the bed without even bothering to take off his clothes. He kicked his sneakers off and rolled over staring at the ceiling. He could see the vague images of him and Dave at some rock concert somewhere if he tried very hard.
He closed his eyes and the music began in his head ... flowed over him as he drifted out somewhere on the fantasy he was spinning ...
Friday Midnight
Victoria Wittenberg poured her seventh double scotch and staggered back to the sofa. She looked for where she had put her cigarettes. She finally found them lodged between the cushions of the sofa.
"Vikki, old girl," she commented, "he really got you tonight. Yessir ... he got you a good one." She took a large sip of the scotch and sucked on the unlit cigarette.
Making a face, she found a lighter and shakily managed to get it lit.
"You're going to have to watch that insane sonofa-bitch, Yep! Watch him with a great deal of care or he'll ruin you!"
Victoria looked at the clock, noticed the time, and toasted the new day.
PART II - SATURDAY
Saturday 7:30 a.m.
Barry Nicholson heard the alarm clock out of the corner of his mind. He wanted it to shut up ... it was interrupting his dream.
"If you can't fit into what I'm dreaming then you shouldn't ring!" He punched the top button on the clock and dozed back off.
Captain Plasticock was chasing Purple Pussy through a computer room or something that resembled what Barry thought a computer room should look like.
Captain Plasticock had Purple pussy surrounded behind the memory capsules. Was this to be the last of Purple Pussy, Barry's favorite heroine? Was Captain Plasticock going to succeed in erasing her memory banks; was the situation hopeless?
The clock rang again.
Captain Plasticock made one lunge for Purple Pussy and ... Barry woke up.
"Shit ... now I've got to figure out what happened or I won't be good for a damn thing all day." He climbed out of bed mulling over the problem his interrupted dream had presented him with, and headed for the bathroom.
Good, he thought as he closed the bathroom door, the rest of the family is still asleep. That saves a lot of weird good-bye scenes.
He took out the razor and the shaving soap and began to lather his face.; He wondered about what Deena was going to think. She didn't know he was going so soon.
What with the problems of Purple Pussy and Deena of the fair ass, he had plenty to think about.
He finished shaving, had a bowl of cereal, and packed the rest of his things in his packframe. Grabbing the guitar case, he headed out for the bus station.
It was a fairly short walk and the bus was waiting when he arrived. He bought a one way ticket for New York City, put his things up in the rack, and settled back to read a paperback that he had picked up in the bus station.
Saturday 8:00 a.m.
Deena was still half asleep when she walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Her mother had the eggs and bacon cooking already.
"Good morning, sweetheart," her mother said to her as she opened the refrigerator and searched around inside for some juice.
"Hi, Mom," she answered. She took out a container of frozen orange juice, looked around for the pitcher, found it, and began mixing up the contents. The atmosphere seemed to Deena to be a bit strained.
"Where's Dad?" she asked as she stirred the contents into the ice water.
There was a long silence.
"I suppose he'll be down in a few minutes." Irene kept poking at the eggs.
"Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No ... "
"Well ... did you?"
"Not exactly, dear," Irene said taking the eggs up on a platter and pushing down the toast. "You see ... your father and I disagree over something."
"Not Barry, by any chance?" Deena poured the orange juice, took her glass and leaned up against the refrigerator.
"As a matter of fact ... yes." Irene was avoiding looking at Deena. She busied herself with buttering the toast.
"Mom, when are you going to stop worrying about me and Barry. I'm a big girl and can take good care of myself."
"It has nothing to do with you, dear ... it's just ... just that Barry is too mature for you."
"What do you want me to do, Mom ... molest sixth graders?"
"Watch your mouth, young lady. I'm not going to put up with any of that backtalk. We'll talk about it ... later."
Gerry breezed into the kitchen wafting the smell of after-shave behind him like a streamer on a parade float.
Deena made a face.
"Now what's bothering you this morning, little lady?"
Deena held her nose and grinned.
"It's not all that bad and you know it." He gave her a hug and sat down to the table.
Deena watched as her parents ate their breakfast in relative silence. She knew that her mother disagreed over her seeing Barry, but she had never felt it this cool in over a year of their going out together. There had to be something else.
Deena cleaned the plates off the table and put on the coffee. She caught bits and pieces of conversation as she wandered around getting the cups and spoons.
Maybe she was right. Maybe Dad did have a lover in the city. That was the drift of what she could catch. There was only one problem. This rap was going to fall in the abysmal hole of unsolved and unresolved arguments like all the others before it. She had never heard her parents have something out all the way. They would say what was bothering them and then there would be the absurdly pained denials and then ... well, let's talk about it later.
She watched as the coffee pot burbled and bubbled, then took the cups to the table ...
Saturday 9:00 a.m.
Kit Knowles woke up and yawned, checked the clock and smiled as she saw the sleeping figure in the bed next to her. She flashed back over the lovemaking the previous evening and felt the warmth of lust as it pervaded her pussy. She thought about pulling the covers down and raping Dan but decided finally that a good breakfast would make for better sex later.
She climbed out of bed and went into the kitchen. It was sparsely furnished in what she fondly called Horn and Hardart bargain basement but the essentials were all there.
She made two plates of french toast, fresh coffee, and heated up a leftover piece of steak. Pausing to look at her handiwork, she decided that it wasn't half bad for a starving singer.
As she carried the plates in, Dan began to rustle around in the bed. He managed to pull the covers up from the foot of the bed, thus upsetting the perch that Tinkerbell had taken over during the night. The cat swatted at one of Dan's legs as it went by, and he responded to this assault by shouting.
"Hey ... what th' hell is going on around here!" He blinked and remembered where he was. "What do you do, Kit, let the cat flush your lovers out when the sun comes up?" He yawned and tousled the cat. "What time is it anyway?"
"Time all ambitious musical directors were up and around."
"But ... it's Saturday. I don't have to musical direct this Saturday." He rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep.
Kit crossed over to the bed and stared down at the tight, compact ass that lay there so invitingly in front of her. She leaned over and bit it. Not hard ... just bit Dan squarely on the bottom side.
"Oouch!" he yelled reaching behind himself to protect the vital area of attack. "Now I know where that wildcat of yours learns her tricks." He smelled the food that she had placed on the table and the coffee brewing in the kitchen, and sat straight up. So did his cock. It was sticking up in one of those early morning hard-ons that stare back at you demanding immediate attention.
Kit laughed heartily and chucked it under where she imagined its chin should be. "Naughty, naughty ... not before breakfast."
"I had nothing to do with it. It has a mind of its own in the morning. You should try to shave sometimes with this immovable object hanging there trying to keep you away from the sink."
"You be cool for awhile," Kit said as Dan's cock seemed to nod in agreement, "and I'll take care of you."
They ate their breakfast and listened to one of the FM rock stations that Kit tuned into on her portable radio. The sounds of New York on a Saturday morning drifted in the open window.. Tinkerbell sat in the window watching all the different activity on the street with rapt interest.
"I tried writing that stuff once a long time ago," Dan commented as he finished off a piece of the toast.
"How did it go?"
"Like this," he said, humming out of tune.
Kit broke up laughing and almost spilled her coffee. "That wasn't what I meant and you know it, dummy ... I meant ... did you sell anything."
"Yep."
"Well ... what?"
"I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind." He pretended to ignore her, picked up his coffee and stared out the window.
"Come on, Dan, old pal ... for goodness sakes tell me!"
"I wrote exactly two of those bubble gum things. I made a total of seventy-three dollars and change. I put weeks into the demonstration records and tramping around what is affectionately known as 'Tin Pan Alley' and I know why they call it Tin Pan Alley. It was a disaster."
"I can't believe it, a successful musician and director like you, doing all this television work and you couldn't make it writing pop songs." She shook her head in mock disbelief.
"I was a dismally doomed failure," he said trying to look contrite. "Some people have got it, I suppose, and ... some just fall on their cans."
"Tell me something. Is it really true about what they say ... you know ... about the casting couch bit?"
He looked up at her. "Are you serious?"
"Not really. I just wondered how you'd react if I seemed to be."
"That's good because I found myself wondering if you were really going to hit on me for some choice part I'm allegedly supposed to have to give out."
"Say you did, for example. Would you give it to me?" She ran her fingers over his back letting the nails graze over his skin. He shivered from the sensations her nails produced and she noticed that he began to get turned back on.
"Not unless you were good. Damn it, I didn't mean it that way and you know it!"
Kit swooped down and took his cock in her mouth. It still wasn't completely hard and it felt good to run her tongue around it and feel it give and then bounce back.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she said as she glanced up at him.
"Oh ... screw. I give up. I never can tell whether you're ser ..." He trailed off in half sentence as she cupped her hand around his balls and began to squeeze.
Kit stayed all the way down, her lips nestling in the wiry hair at the base of his shaft and felt him as he grew in her mouth. She had always liked that feeling. She had liked it since the first time she had ever sucked anyone off. She decided that she would probably still be liking it when she was a little, old, grey-haired lady.
That image tickled her. She imagined a little, old, grey-haired lady attacking boy scouts that tried in vain to help her across the street.
Dan moved around until he could reach Kit's slit. He ran his fingers through the chestnut hair and found the knob of her clitoris trying to unfold itself from the labia. He grazed his fingernail over the tip of it and felt the reaction in her sucking on him harder and faster.
She raised her mouth off of him momentarily and pointed toward her mound.
"Go down on me. I want to feel your tongue lapping at me," and slipped back down the gleaming wet shaft once more.
Dan complied with no prodding. He sank his tongue between the now swollen labia and sucked her engorged clitoris into his mouth between his teeth. He nipped at it gently, feeling the jumps of pleasure that ran through Kit's body. Sliding his tongue further down the pink chasm, he came to the cunt hole that still tasted of last night's loving. He could still taste the remnants of his semen as he lapped gently at the opening to her sweet vagina.
Dan watched as her asshole twitched with each lick of his tongue. This turned him on even more and he wanted to fuck her that way. He tried the opening tentatively with his finger and found it to be extremely tight.
Kit flinched noticeably as he experimented with her second hole. She also knew that though she had tried she had never succeeded in anyone fucking her back there. She had tried it a couple of times with other lovers but with no success. It just plainly was too tight.
Dan noticed the hesitancy and moved his finger. He wasn't sure whether he should continue that line of action and the thought turned him on. He instantly knew that no one had ever had Kit that way before. He wanted desperately to be the first!
Kit raised up on one elbow and looked at him.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I want you to fuck me there. Please fuck me ..." With that she rolled over and raised her ass into the air and stuffed a pillow under it.
"Have you got any cream?" Dan asked her.
"Yes ... in the kitchen over the sink."
"I'll be right back," he called out to her as he went to look for the bottle. When he came back into the room, he saw that Kit had reached around and run one of her fingers into her ass and was working it back and forth. He could also see that it was hurting her.
"Hey ... cool that. Do you want me to do this, or do you want to fuck yourself as the saying goes."
Kit laughed and pulled her finger out.
"Oouch! Dammit ... why me?" she said beckoning toward the ceiling in a gesture of defiance.
"Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe ... just maybe ... you're trying too hard?"
"I had thought about that on occasion but I think that there's more to it than that. I just can't see how you are going to get that in there," she said pointing to first his cock and then at her ass.
Dan rubbed the slippery cream all over his shaft and climbed up on the bed behind her. She wriggled down to give him a better angle, and flinched noticeably as she waited for him to slip inside her.
He ran one of his fingers inside first and gently moved it in and out to get her to loosen up. Then, slowly he pressed the tip of his glans against the tight little sphincter muscle. He could feel it as it contracted in an attempt to keep him out. He tried again. There was not as much resistance this time, and he slipped past the opening and got the tip inside. He stopped and didn't move at all.
"Now," he said, "just let it stay there without moving. Let things take a natural course."
He waited and after about a minute, he felt Kim relax some more. She tentatively moved back toward him and slid the hard object a bit further into herself.
"That's it! You do it. I'll just stay where I am!"
She pushed back further and on the next try managed to get him all the way inside.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned as she hit his pelvis bone with the cheeks of her ass. "That's strange!"
"Don't try to do too much too fast. That's all there is to it. Does it hurt?"
"No ... not exactly ... It feels ... strange," she repeated.
Suddenly as if someone had flipped a switch, Kim began to move back and forth sliding Dan's cock in and out of her in a slow, easy rhythm. She could feel her nerves tensing and pulling taut as she moved faster and faster.
Then Dan began to slip and slide his rod in and out of her and she held still and let him do the moving.
"Yes! Damn ... yesyesyes!" she screamed as he reached for the orgasm that was lurking there between them.
He knew that she was going to come when he shot his seed into her, he knew and was glad. The come forced its way through his tube and past the tight muscle gripping his cock near the base and sprayed off inside of her tight, hot ass.
She went over like a rocket reaching for the outer planets. She came in a low, unearthly scream that filled the room like his cock filled her need!
Saturday 9:15 a.m.
Barry looked up from the paperback he had been reading and noticed that the bus was pulling into the bus terminal at Forty-Second Street. He put the book into the backpack that sat on the seat beside him and started fishing his guitar case out of the overhead rack. He could smell the diesel fumes that hung around the station like old ghosts of all the previous busrides that had ever begun or terminated there.
He got off the bus, oriented himself, and started toward the subway.
Saturday 10:00 a.m.
Dave Evans felt something wet on his leg. He tried ignoring it, hoping it would go away. Then there was something wet against the kneecap on his other leg. He ventured a tentative look to see what the hell was going on and to his surprise found Beverly Breakfast Food rubbing her cunt up and down one of his thighs and Astarte rubbing her hairless slit against his kneecap. He just lay back and closed his eyes and wondered if they had even bothered to go to sleep.
"Ooooooooh," Beverly moaned.
"Mmmmmmmnh," Astarte groaned.
Shit and a couple of damns, Dave thought.
The girls kept right on going.
"Enough!" Dave yelled at the top of his voice.
"Did you hear a noise?" Beverly said turning to look at Astarte.
"I thought I heard something. What was it do you think?"
"I don't know." Beverly reached down and spread her cunt lips a little wider and changed position. With this, Dave started to crawl out from under them.
"Ooops ... Hang on, Astarte, I believe we're going for a ride!"
The two girls lay on the bed doubled up with laughter as Dave pulled his half-asleep body up and propped it against the wall.
"Now," he demanded, "just what are you two trying to do, break some kind of record?"
"We already have," Astarte said as she played with her tits. Her face was flushed and glowing as she carefully pinched her nipples up between her fingers and tried to lick them with her tongue.
Beverly lay back, watching and rubbing her finger over her swollen clitoris.
Dave looked at Beverly's clitoris and had to admit that it was one of the wonders of the natural world-He wondered just how long the two girls could keep going.
Beverly whispered something in Astarte's ear and she listened, smiling. Then the two girls started moving sensuously in Dave's direction. He found himself pinned in between the two of them, the comer of the room preventing his getting away.
"Ooooh no! Not again," Dave said as he tried to get out of the way.
Astarte and Beverly lowered their mouths down and sucked at his cock, one on one side and one on the other. Over Dave's diminishing protests, all that could be heard was the slurp, slurp sounds of the girls' tongues as they licked and lapped at the hardening tool.
Saturday 10:15 a.m.
Irene Saunders finished putting the clothes in the washing machine, removed a load from the dryer, and started upstairs to the bedroom to put them away.
As she passed the upstairs bathroom, she heard the water running in the shower.
She carried the clothes into the bedroom and dumped them on the bed and began to fold them. Irene was having trouble with her conscience about what had happened when Gerry had come home the previous night and decided to try to make up for the commotion she had made.
Gerry was just coming out of the shower when she opened the door to the bathroom. Gerry was so taken aback by seeing Irene standing there staring at him he didn't know what to say ... or do.
She walked over to him and pressed her body against him. He felt a moment of revulsion, a moment of loss of privacy, but Irene's insistency couldn't be ignored. She was pressing her face against the still dripping hair and breathing into his ear. He felt the involuntary stirrings in his genitals as she caressed his back.
It had been a long time since Irene had come to him like this. Deena had been five when she suddenly stopped needing sex. He had had to catch her when she was slightly drunk and giddy or carefully turn her on while she was sleeping. The war of nerves had taken its toll on his good nature and his fidelity ... in that exact order.
There had been others before Victoria. Most of them hadn't lasted. He still remembered Irene and her passionate nature from the past. He had had to fight her off on occasion but that had been a long time ago.
Now, suddenly, here was Irene, impassionate Irene, making advances again! It was almost more confusing to Gerry than it was exciting but it was exciting in a strange sort of way.
He watched as if he were sleepwalking as Irene traced her tongue down ... down his belly and moved toward his rising member.
Irene was all but panting by the time she reached his cock. Her breath was getting shorter, the old, lost feelings of lust beginning to pervade her now frigid cunt.
It was as if the weather had turned around in midwinter and spring had come in December. Irene tentatively traced her wet tongue over the tip of the swollen rod as Gerry recovered his control and ran his fingers through her hair and pressed her closer to him.
Irene was afraid as she slipped her lips over the wide shaft and moved down its length. She was sure that Gerry felt her hesitancy ... and was determined not to let him know that she was scared.
She worked her mouth on him and at the same time abstractly began to wonder why she was scared. She remembered that when Deena had turned five years old she had become concerned that their love-making noises would frighten her. That had been the beginning. She thought about the time that Deena had toddled into the room when Gerry had been going down on her and how she had heard of people getting arrested and sent to prison for sixty-nining and their children seeing ... and talking about it in the neighborhood ...
The thoughts drifted to the hazy recesses in her consciousness as Gerry's cock reached down her throat and gagged her.
She almost felt herself begin to throw up but willed the feeling down.
Gerry's eyes were closed and he was leaning against the closet door. Irene felt the tremors through his body as she licked and lapped at the sweet cock she had known so well, the cock she had loved and licked so many times before. But part of her was still afraid and she couldn't get it to go away.
She felt Gerry spurt some of his semen into her mouth. She felt the electric shock as it passed her tongue and slid down her throat.
Then his hands were under her arms pulling her up to a standing position. He moved her to the dressing table counter and raised her onto it. She felt her legs involuntarily spread as he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs ... then ... he slipped inside ...
Saturday 10:16 a.m.
Dan Fowles woke with a start. He looked around him for his bearings and chuckled at himself. That had been the second time that morning he had woken up wondering where he was. He looked over and saw that Kit was asleep ... a small smile on her lips.
He slid out of the bed making sure that he didn't disturb her and put on his clothes. Checking the kitchen table, he found a pen and paper and scribbled a nonsense note that he put where she would be sure to find it.
He checked the stubble of beard in the mirror, made a face, and went out the door, pulling it quietly closed behind himself. He reached the street, took a deep breath of what New Yorkers breathe in place of air, and hailed a cab.
Saturday 10:17 a.m.
Barry Nicholson walked out of the subway station at Cooper Square and started across the street toward the abstract black cube structure in the middle of the square.
He saw a strange group of people clustered around the cube, a wine bottle passing among them. There was a scruffy-looking kid of about fifteen or sixteen playing on a beat-up guitar, two or three bowery bums sitting around hitting on passers-by for loose change and a pregnant girl of around the same age as the boy. As he got closer, he could hear the cry of a child. He saw that the child was lying in a cut-down box, a dirty blue-grey blanket loosely wrapped around its feet.
The bums eyed him as he approached and whispered back and forth among themselves. As he stood listening to the kid playing a song that had been popular on the folk circuit a few years back, he felt uneasy. Then he saw the needle marks on the kid's arm ... It all flashed into place. He suddenly realized that the kid and the pregnant girl were together and that they were both junkies.
The kid stopped playing and stared at Barry's well-shined boots ... looked up, a grimace on his face that was somewhere between fear and abject hate.
"What th' fuck you starin' at, motherfucker?"
Barry was totally thrown off guard. He started to apologize, thought better of it and beat a hasty retreat toward St. Marks place.
A bottle sailed by him and broke against the curb just past where he was walking.
" ... and stay th' fuck away ... ya' hear, motherfucker?" he heard the kid yelling as he sidestepped a passing bus and reached the corner.
He looked back at the black cube and saw that everything had settled back down. He hitched his backpack up a fraction of an inch and continued down St. Marks place for Dave Evan's apartment.
Saturday 10:19 a.m.
Deena dialed Barry's telephone number and stared out the window of her bedroom at the next-door neighbor putting his sailboat on his trailer. The phone rang the fourth ring and she heard the voice on the other end of the line. It was Barry's father. He told her that he was sorry, that Barry had left for the city that morning and he wasn't quite sure where he could be reached.
"Oh?" Deena said, her breath escaping her as the news sank in.
"Yes," Barry's father continued, "didn't he tell you he was going?"
"Well ... yes ..." Deena was finding it hard to talk. Her thoughts were falling over one another in quick succession. "But ... But ... he didn't say he was leaving so soon!"
"Well I tell you what." Barry's father could detect the panic in Deena's voice and wanted to do something to alleviate her anxiety, "He's supposed to call and tell me where he'll be staying. When he does, you'll be the first to know. How's that?"
Deena dropped the phone into its cradle and sat, stunned on the edge of the bed. She didn't know what to do now. He hadn't even bothered to tell her good-bye. She felt hurt and slightly sold out. She wanted to get out of the house. She wanted to run and run until she couldn't run any more. She wanted to wring Barry's throat.
She stormed out of her bedroom and heard the noises in the bathroom as she reached the stair landing. Irene's moans were very distinct through the hollow-panel door.
Deena stopped in her tracks. She couldn't believe her ears. In broad daylight they were fucking ... in the bathroom ... her parents, of all people! She felt her world crashing down around her feet. She screamed.
The sounds in the bathroom stopped.
Deena ran down the stairs and out into the yard, crossed the yard and headed toward the woods at the back of the property.
Saturday 10:25 a.m.
Victoria Wittenberg felt like her head was going to fall off. She dragged her body out of the oversized bed and made it as far as the bathroom. The bottle of aspirin on the second shelf of the medicine cabinet was almost empty, but she managed to get three aspirin out and run a glass of water.
The faucet made loud clanging sounds as she turned it on and she cursed the plumber who had put the piping in the building, the architect who had designed the building and anyone who had anything to do with its current upkeep.
She swallowed the three aspirin and looked in the mirror.
"I'm not gonna ask you who's the fairest and all that shit," she said to the mirror. "You might just answer me ... and that I don't need on top of everything else!"
Victoria turned around, tried a tentative wiggle of her backside, and carefully walked into the living room. She saw the empty scotch bottle and the ashtray full of cigarette butts and winced.
"There are days, old gal, I think you'd put a company of marines on overtime to keep up with you," she mumbled to herself as she walked over to the sofa and took a seat.
She picked up the phone and dialed Antonio's number. She knew what she needed and Antonio's skillful fingers would put her back in shape in no time. He was the best masseur she had ever found. He not only gave great massages ... he could fuck like a machine. She picked a half-smoked butt out of the ashtray and lit it as she waited for Antonio to check his schedule for the day. Every time she tried smoking anything after a night like last night she would swear that she would never go near the damned things again but after three puffs the resolution went the way of all such resolutions.
Antonio told her he would be over at eleven and she hung up the phone. She took the last few drops of scotch out of the bottom of the bottle, stamped out the now charred filter and went back to the bathroom to run a bath.
Saturday 10:30 a.m.
Dave felt his sperm being pulled out of him by the cunt that was impaled upon his shaft as. the doorbell rang. He jammed into Astarte as hard as he could and let the orgasm sweep over his lean body. He looked up to see Beverly's hands cupping Astarte's tits in her hands from behind and he bet that she was noodling at Astarte's asshole with that amazing clitoris.
The orgasm subsided and the bell rang again. Beverly looked around Astarte and shrugged. She was humping away back there as the bell rang for the third and fourth times.
"Let it ring," Beverly commented. "Look what happened the last time you answered it."
"Yeah," Dave answered, his breath coming in short gasps. "YOU showed up!"
Astarte jumped up and buzzed the downstairs buzzer and was back to the bed before either of them could say another word.
"Wha'ja go and do that for?" They both asked her in unison.
"Well ... it might be somebody else to PLAY with!" She looked at them in turn, a big grin pasted on her face.
"Dave ... I wonder what's wrong with us. We're not enough ... she's got to cruise for new talent!"
"What is this 'we're not enough' stuff. All I want to do is have some time with her ALONE! Do you hear? ALONE!" He rolled over in a huff. Then he rolled back over just as quickly as he saw the gleam in Beverly's eye.
"Ooooh no you don't! You're not gonna get me again so soon!"
"Don't you like it, baby?" Beverly said looking hurt.
"I will do the fucking around here if you don't mind. I feel strange having a girl attack me with a dong nearly as big as mine. The chickies you go with may like it ... but keep away from my ass!"
"Chauvinist," Beverly spit back at him.
Dave got up to answer the door. "I may be ... but I intend to keep it that way."
He peered through the peephole and saw the lanky figure with the guitar case standing in the hall.
"Shit! I almost completely forgot!" He opened the door and took the guitar case out of Barry's hands and punched him on the arm.
"Hey, man ... am I glad to see you!"
"Well ... here I am. Ready to start making some real music for some real people." Barry looked and saw the two naked girls on the bed. Astarte was feeling up her asscheeks and Beverly was sitting there cheering her on in a soft voice.
Barry stopped. He looked at Dave as if to apologize for interrupting.
"Don't worry about it old man. Come on in and meet two of the kinkiest broads I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and you understand just what I mean by knowing, right?"
Saturday 10:32 a.m.
Gerry Saunders had hardly heard the scream in the hall. He had been too busy ramming in and out of Irene's soaking cunt. It felt just like the old days and he was going to damn well make the most of it.
He had felt Irene flinch when Deena had screamed in the hall, but he had watched her grit her teeth and keep going.
Whatever it had been could damned well wait for a few more minutes.
"Gerry ... now ... now! Yes! Oh yes!" She was beginning to tense and quiver as his cock readied itself to dump his load inside her waiting vagina.
He tensed his muscles for one last plunge into the warm depths of the cunt he knew so well and the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. He felt his knees go limp and the room began to get dark. His blood pounded in his temples like a freight train as he jerked spasmodically in tempo with Irene's humping thighs.
He pulled out of her and saw the damp trail of semen as his cock receded over the top of the counter. He saw the bruised pussy lips, with the ooze of white come beginning to flow out and down onto the top of the table with the snail-like trail his cock had left behind it.
As he reached over and pulled some kleenex from the box by the sink, he heard the sobs coming from Irene. He handed her the tissues and she just stared at him, her eyes filling up with tears. Her face looked puffy around the eyes and she dabbed at them with the tissues. The come continued to form a pool between her legs.
Gerry stared at the scene ... and it disgusted him.
"She heard us, Gerry ... Deena heard us," she sobbed.
"So? She's old enough to know about such things." He had the sudden desire to get as far away from Irene as he could. He knew what this was going to be like ... and he wanted no part of it.
"But ... Ger ... We shouldn't do things like that. We shouldn't subject her to ... to ..."
"Hell!" Gerry exploded. "This is my frigging house ... and I'll fuck on the frigging dining room table if I want to. I'm not about to start sneaking around in my own house!"
Irene didn't move as Gerry gave her a nasty stare, threw the towel over the rack and started out of the room.
"Irene ... clean yourself up before you stick to the table." He opened the door and stormed out of the bathroom.
Saturday 10:35 a.m.
Deena Saunders ran through the woods that led to the north edge of Main Street. As she topped the last low hill, she could see the bustle and activity in the supermarket parking lot. The cars were jostling for position and struggling to get the week's groceries safely home in time for the baseball game.
All of this appeared to Deena as a blur of meaningless activity. She crossed the parking lot, barely avoiding getting hit more than once, and headed for the drugstore next to the supermarket.
Once inside she searched around in her jeans pocket for a dime. She found it and stepped into the phone booth at the front of the store. The druggist nodded to her as she closed the door behind her.
She dialed the number of Tina Colquitt, her closest friend and confidant. After what seemed to Deena to be an eternity and a half, Tina answered.
"Tina? Deena ... Oh hell ... my life is going crazy and I don't know what to do!" She began to sob as Tina tried to calm her down. After a brief few minutes of confused explanations, Tina managed to get the whole story out of Deena and make her somewhat calmer.
"Look," she finally said, "I'm going to split for New York and try to find Barry. Whatever you do, don't tell my parents you know anything!"
She finished her conversation with Tina and told her she would keep in touch. Then, checking to see if the phone had returned her dime she ran back across the parking lot, through the woods, and sneaked back into the house.
As she climbed the stairs, she kept an ear open for any sign that her parents were going to stop her and start asking dumb questions. -
She reached her room without encountering either of them. As a matter of fact she was surprised by how empty the house felt.
Deena began to pack the few things she wanted to take with her, checked in her closet for the extra money she had been hiding to buy some new clothes, and opened the drawer she hid her birth control pills in and fished them out. from under the scarves that were neatly stacked over them.
She finished packing the bag and was getting ready to leave. She gave the room one more check for anything she may have forgotten, picked up her hairbrush and comb, stuffed them into the bag, and peered out the door to make sure the coast was clear.
Deena heard the sobs coming out of her parents' room as she started down the stairs. She decided that she'd never in her life understand parents. They had been balling less than an hour before and here was her mother weeping like a widow at a wedding.
She left the house by the back door and felt a strange sadness as she walked around the fence at the back of the yard and headed back through the woods for the bus station.
Saturday 10:36 a.m.
Kit Knowles jumped awake as she heard someone arguing in the hall outside her door. She looked around for Dan but found that he wasn't there. She climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen and found his note. She read it twice and smiled. Dan was a sweet guy and one of the nicest men she had managed to meet in New York.
She walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall over the sink and gave her body a good appraisal. Her breasts were not large but they were what she liked to think of as ample. Her hips were boyish in an interesting way.
Kit felt proud that she had managed to keep herself together through the years of struggling to make ends meet in the business. It hadn't been easy. There had been periods of time when it was a tempting idea to give the whole thing up and go back to Colorado. But every time she thought about the dead-end existence that Colorado would have for her after having tasted the fruits of the Big Apple, she would flinch. There was no possible choice except to stay and work her ass off to make it big before she got too old.
She remembered what her best friend had been doing the last time she had gone back to visit. Sally had been working in a truck stop as a waitress. She took one look at Sally, went to the nearest phone and booked a flight back to New York the next morning.
Her mother constantly went on and on about the evils of the city and how 'Kitten' would lose her virtue. That had always been a laugh. If only Mother had known. Kitten had lost that by the age of eleven with the two twin boys that had moved in next door. After that it had been a string of boys from the college in the next town. Word traveled fast on the college grapevine and Kit had become Miss Popularity for the next six years running. She had been made the football team mascot which was such a laugh. The parents all thought it was cute but they didn't have any idea what had gone on in the locker rooms between games ... or after football practice when she would catch the bus and go down early after school to watch.
Kit laughed as she remembered that she had almost been solely responsible for the team losing the state championship her last year in high school. They had all been too tired to keep their minds on football.
But those days were a thing of the past. She had never lost her interest in sex but there was a difference between the clean, almost innocent sex of her teen years and the creepy directors and agents she had met since she had been in the city.
There had never ever been a feeling of slime associated with the body or its functions. But there were those people that could take spring water and pollute it by just running their well-manicured fingers through it. It wasn't that they were physically 'dirty', just that they seemed to have a built-in supply of 'oiliness'.
One experience had been enough. She decided that she would rather go hungry than to make it that way. It would be on her terms or not at all.
The other girls in the business always told her that she was a fool for taking that attitude. They had a way of looking down on those people in the business that didn't play the game.
Kit opened the refrigerator and checked to see how close she was to being out of food and decided that it was time to go on a shopping trip ... and ... what the hell ... it looked like a nice day to go to the park and watch the weirdness.
She threw on a shift and some old broken-in dancing shoes, tied a bandanna around her hair, and went out to see just what the world had to offer on a summer Saturday.
Saturday 10:37 a.m.
Barry had hardly sat down next to the mattress and made himself comfortable before Astarte was making eyes in his general direction. He was aware that the lady was making her point rather well. He felt his manhood responding and he was sure that the bulge forming in his pants was more than evident.
Dave went on and on about all of the managers and agents that were interested in him and how great they were going to be. This drifted in one ear and out the other as Barry continued to watch the tiny girl on the bed.
Astarte wasn't unaware of the effect that she was having. She had known for several years just what to do to get the kind of attention she never got enough of. She watched Barry's eyes as they drifted down ... down ... to stare pointedly at her smooth, velvet-skinned mound with the childlike slit peeping out between her legs. She spread her feet wide apart to give him a better view.
" ... won't that be great?" Dave raved, waving his arms for added effect.
" ... Huh?" Barry said, his eyes still staring at the amply rewarding charms there in front of him.
"What have I been doing, talking to a stone wall for the past five minutes? Did you come here to make some music or stare at nookie?" Dave was pissed off in a haphazard way. He really didn't blame Barry for staring. He had to admit that Astarte was worth staring at.
Beverly had finally given up and fallen out on the far end of the bed, her clitoris down to normal size again.
Dave noticed this and breathed a sigh of relief. If those two got started with Barry it might take a week to get the guitar out of the case the first time. If he managed to get it out at all!
"Yeah ..." Barry commented to nothing in particular.
"I give the fuck up. I'm gonna go and take a well-deserved crap ... And you behave! I don't want to ship you home in a box and have to explain to your parents that you were overcome by a flying piece ... of piece!" He got up and stalked off to the John carrying an old copy of Rolling Stone tucked under his arm.
"Hi," Astarte said as she fondled her tits. "Why don't you come up here ... where it's more comfortable ..."
Saturday 10:38 a.m.
Victoria Wittenberg lay back in the tub and felt the water as it ran in between her legs and sloshed back and forth over her tits. She loved taking oil baths, especially with the special oil she had had made up for her. It made her skin feel so alive. Just knowing that one of the ingredients was a small amount of come was such a turn-on to her that she could almost come just sitting there in the tub without even having to touch herself. Someone had told her once that come was a natural astringent and skin conditioner and she had made sure that when the oil was made that it had that necessary ingredient in it.
She let her fingers trail down her slick body and play around the top of her slit. The feelings that welled up in her made her want to fuck. But ... there wouldn't be any way to accomplish that for over another hour.
She propped her legs up on the end of the tub and fingered her ripe, wet slit. Her clitoris jumped and twitched under her fingers as she parted her swelling labia and ran the side of her hand up and down the pink crack.
She giggled as she remembered the rubber duck she had taken baths with when she was a child. Her parents had wondered for a long time why the color on the duck's beak seemed to disappear so fast. Duck fuck. She hadn't known then what it was called ... but she knew she liked it!
There had been several times that she had browsed in the old memorabilia shops for a rubber duck just like that one. It would have to be just like that one, though. Any old rubber duck wouldn't do.
Victoria took the back brush off the back of the tub and with one hand spread her labia as wide as she could and inserted the handle into her pussy. She slid it slowly inside savoring the feelings that the lucite handle was producing. Then, picking up the circular make-up mirror that she had left by the side of the tub, she held the mirror in such a way that she had a full view of her cunt.
She watched as a detached observer, a voyeur, as the handle of the brush moved in and out of the swollen cunt. The handle was gleaming in the light from the juices that were flowing profusely over it. She watched her nipples swell as she got hotter and hotter. They jutted out of the water, two mountain peaks rising from the sea.
Victoria felt herself getting closer and closer to the much desired release of orgasm. As she reached, straining, for that point that hung in the air above her, she arched her back and tensed her whole body in anticipation.
The orgasm ... The coming ... Spreading through the meeting of the legs ... The point just above her navel ... spreading out ... enveloping her breasts like invisible hands ... The jumping cunt hole ... The point just above reality ... And then ...
"Oooooohhhyesssssl" Her voice filled the room and echoed, sounding like a chorus as it died out in warm, fulfilling relaxation.
Victoria stared at her slit and watched as her clitoris jerked rhythmically as the echo tremors shuddered through her.
She lay there for a while, humming. Victoria liked her body. She liked the way it responded to her touches.
She stood up and squeezed the sponge filled with water over her body to rinse off any soap that may have clung to her. Reaching up to the shower curtain rod she took down the rubber bag that hung there on a hook. She filled it with water and hung it back in place.
Taking the hose and its cock-shaped attachment, she raised one leg up and placed it on the side of the tub. Then, slipping the tip of the instrument into her throbbing hole, she picked up the mirror once more.
The anticipation of what was to come sent chills up her legs making them tremble. Victoria Wittenberg pushed the instrument home, released the catch on the hose, and felt the water as it jetted up into her waiting vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmrnm," she murmured as the warm, sensuous feeling made its way into her body.
She watched as the water ran out of her hole, over her hand, and joined the water in the tub. She watched and felt the turn-on that douching always produced in her. By ramming the end of the instrument in and out without letting any water flow through the hose she could get herself to a plateau just bordering on an orgasm. Then, with the rush of the water into her cunt she had found that she would go higher than ever!
She worked the ivory instrument faster and faster inside, pushing her lust-soaked body to ever new heights of fever and passion! She felt the surge of familiar energy as it spread its way through her belly. She waited ... waited ... waited for just the right second. Just ... the ... right ... NOW!
Victoria released the stream of warm water. It rushed through the tip of the ivory instrument and struck the back of her womb with its immediacy.
She felt the rush of contact with the water ... she felt that she was the water ... the ivory instrument ... the hose ...
Victoria Wittenberg merged with the orgasm and for one fleeting moment, she existed.
Saturday 10:39 a.m.
Barry Nicholson found himself succumbing to the charms of Astarte even as he was kicking himself for not knowing better. Under most circumstances he felt that he would have used his common sense and avoided the seductive ploys that were being used to turn him on. But, for some reason that escaped him he didn't care.
"Come on, up ... that's the idea!" Astarte bounced and wiggled her fair flesh even more as Barry sprawled across the mattress.
She leaned over and put her face close to his. She stared into his eyes and then suddenly licked the end of his nose.
"Gotcha!" she yelped with glee.
"Oh yeah?" Barry lunged with one hand and caught one of her breasts. "Now ... Who's got who?' He felt the yielding butter-soft flesh in his hand and began to squeeze it between his fingers.
"I've ... got ... YOU!" She giggled, grabbing a handful of Barry's cock and pants and squeezing hard.
He reached up with his free arm and encircled her back, gave a hard pull, and she fell across him, her ass sticking up in the air. In almost the same move he slipped a hand over her backside and buried a finger in her slippery cunt. He loved the feel of the hairless pussy as his fingers grazed against the labia and the swollen outer lips.
"Hey. You're pretty fast," she commented with a touch of admiration in her voice. "Do you play guitar as fast as you finger-fuck?" she asked him. Her breath was getting fast again as his finger moved in and out of her. She was going up fast. The idea of a new face, a new body, was in itself almost enough of a turn-on but she was digging the way he was twisting his finger from side to side as he worked it in and out of her.
"What's goin' on?" Beverly raised up her head to see why the bed was shaking and vaguely remembered having been introduced to Barry. She peered carefully at the action that was going down and nodded her head in appreciation.
"Hey Bev, come join in! He's ... good!" She squealed again and ground her pelvis against his crotch as he moved one of his other fingers around and slipped it into her asshole. All the while, he had maintained his grip on Astarte's tit. He grasped the hard little nipple between two of his fingers and pinched it lightly. Every time he would give it a pinch he would feel her ass and cunt contract on his fingers.
It didn't take much more of that before, with a whoop and yelp, Astarte plummeted over in a glorious orgasm.
Barry stopped, leaving his fingers where they were for another minute, feeling the pulsing holes as they sucked at them. Then he slowly removed them and let Astarte up. She sat up and looked at him, her eyes slightly crossed.
"Hello there, haven't I met you somewhere before?" she quipped.
"Look," Beverly growled, "are you two going to just sit there and be cute. Are you, or are you going to invite me to the party?" She looked back and forth from one of them to the other.
"You need an invitation?" Astarte teased.
"Well, as a matter of fact; ... No!" She grabbed Barry's belt and began undoing it. Turning to Astarte, she motioned for her to take off Barry's shoes and socks.
Astarte got the message and quickly went about the task, humming contentedly.
"I thought you were supposed to whistle that ... not hum it," Beverly said as she unzipped Barry's fly.
"It's the thought that counts," Astarte answered, pulling off a shoe and going after the sock.
"I hate to say this girls, but don't you think this is rather sudden. We've hardly been introduced," Barry said as he raised up so Beverly could slide his pants down.
"I was wondering what took you so long, myself. Why ... we've known each other over five minutes." She slid the pants down and encountered Astarte trying to untie the knot in Barry's other shoe. "What's the matter ... Hit a snag?"
Astarte struggled with the knot, then began to try to get the shoe off without undoing it.
"Yeah," she answered.
Beverly began to laugh as she caressed Barry's cock through his underwear. "I've heard of people making it on a shoestring," she said, "but very seldom have I heard of people not making it because of a shoestring."
With that, Astarte managed to get the shoe off and fell backwards on her ass halfway across the room.
"Careful," Barry said. "Don't break it."
"What would be more important, don't fall on anything that Dave wants to keep. You get near it with that ass of yours and zip it'd be gone," Bev said as she finished removing Barry's pants and underwear.
Dave came out of the bathroom just about the time both girls descended on Barry with their tongues licking and lapping their way up his legs. Dave stood there and watched for a few minutes as they licked at Barry's balls and cock. Then, taking Astarte's asscheeks into his hands, he joined the fun.
He reached under Astarte, ran his hand over her mound, parted her cuntlips and ran his cock into her hole.
Astarte continued licking at the tip of Barry's cock but with even more vigor than before. She felt Dave's rod deep inside of her, pushing and probing at the small opening to her womb. She raised Barry up to where she could reach his asshole and began to tongue-probe the small, tight opening.
Barry was moaning and grabbing for any tit he could get his hands on as he lay back and let Beverly and Astarte work on him. He watched as Beverly's mouth sank onto his cock and then slowly ... ever so slowly ... pulled and sucked its way back to the red, swollen tip of his glans. He could see her tongue flickering back and forth over the smooth wet tip before she would glissade back toward his balls.
Dave was getting off watching the two girls as they worked on Barry. He reached around and got his finger into Beverly's weaving cunt and worked it around in the wetness that clung to her engorged lips. He then shoved the finger inside her as far as it would go. He got the rhythm down to where he was shoving his cock back and forth in Astarte and his finger in Beverly in such a way that when his cock was up to the hilt in Astarte's smooth, slick hole his finger was almost out of Beverly. Then he would plunge his finger back into Beverly's sweet quim and draw out of Astarte. Over and over ... Faster ... Faster ...
Dave wanted to make it last longer but the scene he was watching got the best of him. He felt his sperm rising and beginning to spurt into Astarte's waiting cunt. He stopped moving and let his cock rest all the way inside of Astarte but it did no good. She began to massage his rod with her cunt muscles rippling them up and down his shaft like fingers in a velvet glove and he shot off his load, the cunt pulling and grasping at him as the sperm wrenched its way out of his gut.
Astarte slipped off of him and turned around. Quickly taking his cock in her mouth she sucked the last of his seed out of his cock and swallowed it. She sucked him dry and then kept right on sucking, her mouth working on him like a vacuum cleaner.
Dave had a minute's sensation of pain as she kept sucking him but then it passed and he felt the warm pleasurable sensations rushing through him once again.
Beverly had moved up and surprised Barry with her clitoris. He had taken one look at the length it had grown to and almost freaked. But Beverly guided his mouth to her slit and got it inside his mouth. He took to sucking on the hard flesh like a duck to water. Beverly felt him munching and nipping at it as he slid his mouth up and down on the length of it.
Astarte reached around behind her and guided Barry's cock to her gasping asshole. With one swoop she buried his rod deep inside. Then, flexing her asscheeks, she grasped it as tightly as she could. She felt Barry flinch as she tightened her hole on him.
She worked on the two of them, Barry and Dave, with the greatest of skill, bringing them up together, bringing them to the edge of orgasm at the same time. Astarte wanted them both to go off at the same moment. She wanted to feel the hot come hit the back of her throat as Barry's juices flooded up inside her ass. She knew it would be supergood!
Beverly turned around so she was facing Astarte and Barry was still mouthing her cunt. She moved her hips so that he could lick and suck from her clitoris to her asshole. She moved slowly back and forth feeling his tongue working its magic on her nerve endings. She felt his tongue probe at the opening to her asshole and then she would swivel back and let his tongue trail up to her cunthole. She would stop and let him tickle and probe around there. Then, moving further up, she would feel him close his mouth over her engorged clitoris.
Astarte had the two of them really going. Barry's cock was so hot that she felt that it was going to melt and run down the slick labia that grasped at it and tried to hold onto it as it rubbed between them. His cock was bent so that it was in her ass but it was rubbing between her pussy lips and against her cunthole! This was really getting her off.
Dave's cock was pulsing and Barry's was getting even bigger as he came to the point of orgasm. She sucked Dave three or four times especially hard and squeezed down on Barry at the same time.
With that they both went over! The flood of come sprayed into Astarte, sprayed and tried to meet somewhere around her bellybutton. The moans were filling the room. The fast breathing was all you could hear besides the sounds of flesh against flesh.
As Barry went over he tightened his mouth-grip on Beverly's bruised clitoris and sent her over with himself. He knew that Astarte had made it as her sphincter muscle opened and closed on the base of his pulsing joint.
The four of them collapsed in a heap ... massaging each other and playing with tits ... cocks ... asses. They lay there feeling each other's satiation as it flowed around them. Astarte sat up first.
"Hey! That was a fine bit of fucking! I really feel great!"
"Mmmmmmm," Beverly hummed half to herself.
Dave sat up and stared at the two of them. "You mean that you two have had enough for awhile? I don't believe it!"
"Well," Beverly said as she eyed his wilted cock, "I really didn't get screwed once in that whole thing ... you know ..."
"No fucking way!" Dave put his hand over his exhausted rod and backed away. "You want to fuck? Fuck him," he said pointing to Barry.
"I'm game," Barry told Beverly as he eyed her slit.
"Outtasight!" She threw her leg over him and straddled his cock. She tried to sink it inside her without touching it, but wasn't successful. Barry's cock just slipped between her asscheeks and lay there.
"I thought you wanted to fuck," she said noncommittally as she repositioned herself over him and guided him into her hole.
"I want to fuck ... but that doesn't mean that IT does," he remarked as he felt his cock sink home inside her slick slit.
Dave sat back with Astarte curled up in the crook of his arm, his hand over one of her tiny tits, watching as Beverly and Barry went at it with a bone-jarring vengeance. He felt happy. He finally had Astarte to himself ... sort of ... and Barry was finally in town ...
Saturday 10:50 a.m.
Victoria Wittenberg finished off the last of the cup of coffee she had made and pushed the door buzzer to let Antonio into the building. She felt the old spark beginning to move inside again. The dissipation of the night before was all but gone.
She felt a rush of anticipation as she waited for Antonio to ring the bell. A good fucking would straighten her out completely.
The bell rang and she crossed to the door. She hadn't bothered to dress again after the bath. That would have been a waste of time. She would have just had to take her clothes back off when Antonio arrived.
She opened the door and stared at the awesome frame that held up the blond, rugged head.
"I hope that I'm on time, Vikki baby," he remarked as he brushed past her and moved across the room toward the bar.
"You couldn't have timed it better if you had tried, Antonio. I just finished the most luxurious bath ..." She followed him to the bar and watched as he poured out a shot of straight, warm vodka and downed it.
"I'll just bet you did, baby," he leered as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What did you do this time. Did you try to get the water faucet up that vulgar cunt?"
"Do you think it's really vulgar?" she asked, taking her labia between her fingers and spreading them wide.
He stared at her pink slit with his snapping blue eyes. "Yes," he said as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, "I never knew a more vulgar cunt in my whole life. Why ... it must have taken you the better part of ten years to have as obscene a mind as you have, Vikki old girl."
He threw her onto the bed and slapped her across the ass. Hard.
Victoria winced and waited for the next blow. It finally came, hard and heavy across her thighs.
"You love it don't you, bitch," Antonio barked.
She turned around toward him in time to see him undressing. She saw the broad muscular shoulders as he pulled the shirt over his head.
"And what do you think you're watching?" He started unbuckling his belt. "Turn back around. I didn't give you permission to watch me."
She turned her head back toward the bedspread and waited in a detached state of ecstasy for what was going to come next. She had turned to watch him on purpose; she had turned to watch him in order to give him an excuse. She knew that he would use it.
The belt landed across her asscheeks with the sting of supple leather. She moaned and begged him not to beat her but that was part of the game. This, she knew, would only make him whip her more.
"That's what you get for staring!" he said in a gruff, bearlike growl. "I don't think you'll ever learn. No ... Not in ... A hundred ... Years ..." The whiplike lash of the belt struck her as if to punctuate what he was saying. The pain was sending delicious sensations through her cunt and her insides.
He struck her one more time as she spread her legs and the belt looped under her thigh and caught her squarely in the crack of her pussy. She screamed and came.
Antonio threw the belt into the pile of clothes on the floor. "You're nothing but a high-class whore. Did you know that, baby? A scumbag to jerk off into and throw away. I know a hundred just like you." He stripped his pants off and his cock flopped down halfway to his knees. It wasn't even hard. Antonio spoke.
"Turn around here and make my joint hard, cunt. And you'd better not take all day either."
Victoria gasped as she stared at the tool that hung there waiting for her. She never failed to be startled by the size of the thing. She knew that it wouldn't get any longer than it already was, that it would just get hard and stay the same length but that was large enough. She had once begged Antonio to let her measure it. After he had made her bend over and let him ream out her ass with it, he allowed her to measure it. It had measured thirteen inches from the base to the tip. She had never quite gotten over it.
She grasped the hose-like cock in her hands and set about doing as Antonio had told her to do. She played with the tip, her fingers lightly running over it making it swell and feel hot to her touch.
Antonio pushed her down flat on her belly on the bed and put the limber member in her mouth. Pushing it in till Victoria gagged he felt the blood surging up into the tissues of the kidney displacer that hung there between his legs like a side of beef in a meat market cooler.
The huge cock quickly became rigid and Victoria felt her mouth being stretched to its limit. When Antonio was completely hard there was no way she could get the gigantic tool into her mouth short of greasing it. She had learned after about the second time she had ever been with Antonio that it worked best if she put it into her mouth ... and then got it hard.
I was as though the rod were lodged there and the only way to get it out was to make him come. Her jaw was stretched almost to the point of dislocation by the circumference of the thing and she loved it!
She reached down and played with his balls. They were covered with fine, blond down that was soft to her touch. She bounced them up and down as she ran her tongue with some difficulty under the tip of his glans.
She could feel the fire inside her pussy getting hotter knowing that Antonio would eventually fuck her and bruise her with that devastating machine of sexual pleasure. She found her sessions with him so unique ... so different than anything else she had ever had ... that they were as close to an addiction as anything she had ever experienced.
He stared at her in a completely and totally impassive way, accentuating the fact that he was using her. He would stroke her hair and then, taking a fistful, he would twist it up in his hand and jam her even more forcefully down on his cock.
"That's enough of that. It's hard now." He gestured toward her. "Turn over and spread your ass."
She did as he commanded. She knew what he was going to do next. She felt the tip of the huge cock as it forced its way against the sphincter muscle of her asshole. She felt it as it probed and prodded looking for a way inside. She braced herself for the inevitable onslaught.
"Loosen up, bitch. I can't get inside if you don't relax!" He wet his member with saliva and crawled up on the bed behind her. He pushed her forward to give himself more room.
Victoria felt the monstrous rod as it thrashed and bounced over her asscheeks. She wanted it inside her and at the same time feared it.
Antonio shoved the gigantic tip past the muscle and heard Victoria gasp as it entered her. He growled and relentlessly worked the length of his cock into her ass. She was writhing and thrashing as he passed the halfway mark and kept going.
Victoria had at one time seen a picture of someone with a whole fist and arm up their ass. At this precise moment she was wondering whether or not it had been trick photography. And there were all those people that ended up in hospital emergency wards in the middle of the night with light bulbs in the same place. She had begun to wonder what else might find its way into such an orifice when Antonio gave one last lunge and she felt his body against her asscheeks. She knew he was fully inside her.
He paused for a moment or two as if to get a deep breath. Then he started moving. He rammed and jammed at her as if she were not there. His rod pressed in and out as he moved from side to side making grunting sounds.
Victoria yelled and screamed as he pummelled her body with his maleness, pummelled and pounded her into the vague recesses of oblivion. She wanted to pass out from the pain and yet she wanted to experience every minute of it. The contradiction did not make her wonder about herself. It was a self-negating contradiction ... it needed, and asked for no explanation.
She collapsed on the bed, spent from the pain and exertion but Antonio pressed on! She could feel the orgasm building inside him as he tightened his muscles for the last few thrusts; tightened his muscles and rammed into her even more viciously than before!
She felt his cock swell as the semen pushed its way past her sphincter and rushed the length of the thing to flow into her insides in jet after jet of hot, wet fluid! Antonio gasped and rolled over on his side like a harpooned sperm whale as he shot off inside her. She had no choice but to follow.
She lay there for awhile listening to the heavy gasps behind her. She felt his cock beginning to go flaccid as she wriggled against him. The painful part over, she luxuriated in the warm sensations that flooded through her as she lay there in the half-dark of the room knowing that she had almost totally exhausted the male animal that was supposedly dominating her. This was all part of the game too. She knew all too well who would be telling whom what to do before Antonio got ready to leave.
He pulled his spent cock out of her ass and told her to make it hard again. She reached into the table by the side of the bed and got out the vibrator that she kept there. She ran it up and down the space between his balls and over the long, limp length of him. She could see the stirrings as new life surged into the immense length of his prod.
He roughly caressed her tits as she ministered to him and brought him back into condition to re-enter the arena for another round.
Saturday 11:25 a.m.
Kit walked slowly across town and reached the West Village. She had enjoyed the morning, window shopping in all the little stores along the way. She had taken her time and was still glowing from the night with Dan. She could still feel the tingles that he had left behind in her pussy. She stared at the tourists and the dogs and the kids ... and the nurses watching strollers in Washington Square Park.
The park had changed over the years and she didn't feel anywhere near as comfortable walking through it. There were so many hitters and creeps lurking behind the trees like wolves. She wished that they would all go away and leave her in peace to roam around and feel free. But ... that was always the way. There were drawbacks to most anything that was pleasant.
The village had been a haven for the oppressed and the seekers during the sixties. She had been right in the middle of it. The poetry ... the rap sessions ... the experiments in consciousness expansion. She read about it now at this point in time and it had an unreal quality about it. But ... the inevitable vultures of hell descended on what became the decaying body of art in the sixties. They fed on the bodies and souls of those who couldn't and wouldn't see that the party was over ... and that they should all go home and rest until the next time. She had seen the street corner hangers-on trying in their desperation to understand what had hit them. What had happened to the legends? Kerouac was dead. Drowned in the beer of his own unshed tears. Leary was in exile, hunted by those who wanted to tear the visions from his eyes and put him in a cage. The Yippies had sold out and were becoming children of the Corporate Culture. The flower children had wilted for lack of water and " gardening. The weeds had swallowed them up. It had vanished. The gypsy tents and caravan had moved in the night leaving a confused and baffled citizenry. All the dreams and ideas had been taken from the shelves and carted unceremoniously away to the land of unfulfillment.
But it never so much as left a scar on the surface of things. There had been an abscess deep in the incision but there was little or no sign of the rotting illness on the everyday happenings. Sure there were empty stores on the corner of Bleecker and Mac-Dougal but hadn't there always been?
As she watched the chess players at the southwest corner of the park, Kit thought she recognized a face across the street. She watched as it came toward her. Yes ... it was Rusty!
"Rusty! Hello there," she called across the heads of the ever serious masters of the rooks and knights. There was a stirring and a turning of annoyed heads in her direction as she called out again.
"Excuse me," she said to the table nearest her. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Hey ... over here!" She moved around the tables in the direction of the coppery-tinged brunette hair that moved into the park past the blockade of tricycles that clustered around the water fountain.
"Kit? Is that really you, baby?" Rusty had finally seen her and was moving toward her, her arms outspread.
They hugged each other and kissed. Kit looked at Rusty and decided that she hadn't changed in three years. Rusty had worked a gig with her as an exotic dancer in an East Side club. They had become close and the inevitable had occurred. They had gone to bed with each other. There had been a hectic week of passionate cries in the night. Then, Kit had left for the coast. They had both promised to look each other up but as is so often the way they never had managed to find the time.
Now, here they were holding each other in the park.
"You look great!" Kit said, hiding Rusty at arm's length.
"You don't look so bad yourself, baby," Rusty said as she looked up and down Kit's body. "Been taking good care of yourself I see."
"Oh, the usual things. Good exercise and the right amount of sleep." They walked back toward the center of the park. "I can't exactly say that I always know where my next meal is coming from," Kit admitted, "but ... I'm pretty happy." She squeezed Rusty's hand. "And ... what are you doing with yourself?"
"Mostly private shows ... that sort of thing. I don't have any reason to complain. It beats those fucking clubs!"
"I know just what you mean. If I never saw another one of those places again I'd be happy. I've been working on some small TV things and they just might pay off."
Kit was remembering those dawns after work with Rusty, and she could feel the twinges of excitement running through her as she walked along still holding onto Rusty's hand. There was an electricity passing back and forth between them. The same electricity that had moved between them when they had made love before.
Kit wondered if Rusty was feeling the same thing.
"Hey, baby," Rusty said, stopping in the middle of the walk. "You're trembling."
"I know," Kit answered, hesitating a moment. "I was just remembering ..."
"Don't tell me. I was just wondering if you had forgotten what it felt like."
Kit smiled and looked into the green eyes, the pale green eyes that had fascinated her so much. Yes! It was still there, the need, the wanting. She wanted Rusty again like it had been that summer. She wanted ... had to have her again!
"Look," Rusty proposed, "why don't we go up to my place for awhile. It's near here ... and ... we could get acquainted all over again." "Rght," Kit told her, "let's go!"
Saturday 11:30 a.m.
Gerry Saunders wandered out of the coffee shop next to the drugstore and walked hurriedly to the phone booth on the corner. He had never before walked out of the house on a weekend like this and he wondered what was driving him to look at Irene the way he was beginning to.
He dropped a dime in the slot and dialed zero, then the Manhattan area code and Victoria's number. The operator came on the line.
"May I help you, sir?"
He charged the call to his office phone in the city and waited as the circuits clicked and hummed. He wondered whether or not he was getting to Manhattan via one of the satellite connectors. That fascinated him ... that you could call the city by way of space.
Victoria finally answered.
"This is Gerry, sweetheart. I'm out in Jersey but I was thinking of coming into the city. What about going to a show and then having dinner?"
He thought that Victoria sounded a little distant as she talked to him. Must be the satellite, he mused as he listened to her telling him that it would take her awhile to get together but if he wanted to come in that it was all right with her.
He told her to expect him around quarter to two and hung up. He wondered why she sounded so strange.
Saturday 11:35 a.m.
Victoria leaned over Antonio and hung up the phone. She looked down to where he was busily sucking away on her cunt. He had the lips spread wide apart and was sucking at her hole for all he was worth. He had long since rammed that great weapon into her hole and dilated it with the immensity of his cock. He was sucking at the profuse flow of cunt juice and come that was seeping from the stretched-out hole. He rimmed his tongue inside the opening and thrashed it from side to side.
Gerry, she thought in a half-hearted way, was a sweet man. She wondered what he saw in her. She knew what Antonio saw in her. Money. The money she paid him for servicing her regularly. Why couldn't she allow someone like Gerry to make her feel like this. But ... it never happened. She never had the feelings of absolution that a session with Antonio brought about. Maybe if she offered him money. But that was ridiculous. Gerry would laugh at her. He didn't need her money. Any of it. Maybe that was the problem. Even though she treated him so badly and kept him under her control sexually ... the fact that she didn't have control of his hunger ... maybe that was it. After all, wasn't hunger the way all rulers maintained control of their subjects?
Antonio crawled back over her and dropped his full weight onto her body. She felt the breath go out of her momentarily as he shifted his weight and pressed her breasts flat against her ribs.
"I'm gonna fuck you again like you've never been fucked!" he announced.
She stopped him and stared into his glazed eyes. "Antonio," she said quietly, "no ... you're not. As a matter of fact ... I'm going to fuck you!"
She pushed him off of her as if he were a feather. Antonio didn't know what was going to come next but he knew enough to know that the game had changed suddenly, radically. His heavy-handed role had just been cancelled and he wasn't sure what was expected of him. He lay there waiting to make sure what he should do next.
He watched as Victoria went to a closet on the other side of the room and began to fish around on one of the shelves for something.
In a sense he was glad that she had changed the game. He had never been happy from the first having to treat someone as beautiful as Victoria in such a filthy way. But that was what she had wanted, insisted on, and was paying for. By now he had almost gotten used to it. There was something strangely imprisoning about what they had done off and on for the last few months on a regular basis.
She walked back to the bed. There was quite a change in her. She stood there staring down at him, her legs spread slightly and she was holding something behind her back.
Antonio wanted to ask what she had brought out of the closet but he thought it best to let her tell him.
"Roll over you big ape," she leered as she stared at him. She always was amazed how it was always the big, powerful brutes of men that cowered so quickly when they didn't know quite what was going on.
He did as she told him and she climbed up on the bed and stood over him. It was then he saw the object that she had brought from the closet. It was a double strap-on dildo!
He looked back over his shoulder as he watched her insert her legs into the elastic bands. She slid it up her legs and wet one of the cock-like ends and slowly and effortlessly inserted it into her pussy. She was so open from the fucking she had gotten at Antonio's hands that it was almost too loose and she had to readjust the bands to hold it in place better.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, baby!" she announced lowering her body down until it was right above him. She savored the looks of perplexity that flashed across his angular face as he watched her preparing to insert the object into his ass.
"I'm going to screw you until you yell and scream! I'm going to give you a trip you won't soon forget because you deserve as good as you have been giving me. Now ... let's see who cringes!"
He didn't exactly understand the point of the speech that Victoria had made. It was all in a day's work. After all what did it matter to him who fucked who. But ... if it would make her happy. He yawned and spread his asscheeks.
Victoria descended on his asshole like a falcon after fresh game. She lubricated the end of the dildo and jammed it in. She was surprised that he was so loose. There was hardly any resistance at all. She figured that he was some kind of faggot at heart ... Probably made it with rough trade on the weekends at the docks ... for half of what she was paying him.
She moved the dildo back and forth inside his ass and felt the tip of the end inside her cunt pushing at the back of her vagina. It felt good. Although after Antonio had gotten through with her she was almost completely numb inside she could still feel it enough to enjoy it.
Antonio looked as if he were going to go to sleep. Victoria wished at that moment that she had kept the spurs she had once had. They would have put some life in him.
"Come on, motherfucker ... get some movement into it. I don't like fucking and having someone lay there like they're bored to tears." She pummelled his back and he began to meet her thrusts with thrusts of his own.
She reared back and pulled him up until he was on his knees. Then, taking his cock in her hands she began to run both hands up and down the length of it. It took both of her hands to cover even part of the huge rod and she pulled and jerked at him as she continued to fuck him.
It was as if there had been a switch turned on. Suddenly Antonio came to and began to really move and work with her. She felt his cock growing harder as she jerked him off faster. There was that moment that was as if it wasn't happening ... and then ... zappo! They were going at it as if tomorrow might not ever arrive on time. There was only the moment ... the dildo in his ass ... in her cunt and hard up his ass ... the stiff member in her hands ... the movement ... the excitement of a moment that transcended other moments. She felt his balls contract as she plunged deeply into him again and again! She knew he was ready to come! She pulled out of his ass and let the dildo stand there between her legs and turned the hulking body of Antonio toward her and lay back, her legs folded up under her.
"Now! Spray that sweet juice all over me! I want to feel it hitting my skin!" She moaned as she continued pulling at his huge prod. It was quivering and shuddering as the force of his orgasm built up in him! Then ...
"Ooooooooohdamnyes!" Victoria yelled as the first jet of come flew squarely between her breasts and ran down into the hollow of her neck. The next burst sprayed higher and caught her full in the face, part of the white liquid spurting part way into one of her nostrils. The last two bursts fell over her tits and belly ... and Antonio had spent himself again!
"Lick it all up," she said to him.
He leaned over and began to lick the viscous, tangy fluid from her breasts. He worked his way to the hollow at the base of her neck where a great amount of it had collected and sucked it in through his teeth. He could taste the salty, almost acrid taste of himself as he swallowed. Come left a funny after-taste in his mouth like he had eaten a lot of anchovies with vinegar dressing.
"That's right ... all of it. Get this that got up here on my face. All ... of ... it ..." As Antonio licked the last of the come off of Victoria's face and belly Victoria's mind was already miles away. She felt the relaxation that covered her like a soft blanket and fell asleep.
Antonio got up, dressed and taking one last shot of vodka to wash the after-taste out of his mouth let himself out and wondered what would be the next freaky thing he'd have to do before he'd even had lunch. He decided to not call the service until he had gotten something to eat ... and trundled off down the stairs.
Saturday 11:45 a.m.
Berry and Dave sat in the middle of the floor, their guitars, out of their cases. They tuned up and began to play a slow blues. Barry ran through the chords and Dave added the lead lines weaving them like a webbed tapestry in and around the chords like they had always been there.
It had always amazed Barry how good Dave was on the guitar. He had always thought that he was pretty swift but he had never realized just how really swift he was until the last year. Dave didn't seem to put any effort into what he did. It seemed as if it were just there on the ends of his fingers ready to fall off like drops of water.
Astarte was alone on the bed reading a book. That last scene had slowed down her nubile sex drive somewhat and allowed them to get into some other things.
Beverly had gone out for cigarettes and soda and to deliver the grass that Dave had given her to replace the stuff that had been bad.
Dave made it a policy to never burn anyone at least not on purpose. He had seen too many times what happened to burn artists in New York. They didn't have very long life-spans.
Astarte put the book down and listened as they picked up the tempo and broke into one of Dave's songs. She listened and liked what she heard. She liked Dave ... but that would have been telling. She didn't want him to feel that she was latching onto him and seeming to be possessive. She liked Beverly too but that was a sideline. She got off making it with chicks and there was something very exciting about it but when it came down to it she dug cock and that was that. Even with Bev's super clitoris it wasn't the same thing to her as having the come shooting up inside you ... or shooting into your mouth ...
Beverly came back in. She had taken the key and opened the door to let herself in.
"Hey, you guys, it's great weather outside," she announced as she put the soda on the kitchen table and crossed over to where Barry and Dave were seated. She waited until they finished the song and repeated her observation.
"Well ..." Dave said as he put the guitar to one side and picked up the half of a joint from the ashtray, "why don't we get a little stoned and go out to the park to make some music." He lit the joint, took a toke, and passed it around. "While we're at it we can hit up the tourists for some bread. They may as well pay for our rehearsal!" He jumped up, did a dance step, giggled as he felt the grass, and started looking around the room for his clothes.
Barry put his guitar in its case, wiped down the strings to keep the sweat from his fingers from making them go flat, and closed the case. He took the joint as Beverly offered it to him, took a long toke, and lay back on the rug to let the smoke do its work. The world looked strange from that angle. He watched Dave put on his pants and shirt and reach for his boots. Beverly's face seemed extremely strange upside down. He wondered about those people that had done that experiment with the upside down glasses that time. They had walked around for ten days with everything upside down but they had learned to make the adjustment. He figured it was something like learning to walk when you were stoned and got up and put on his clothes.
They finally got it together and grabbed guitars, soda, and cigarettes. They locked up the apartment and headed down the rickety stairs singing.
Saturday 11:47 a.m.
"Here we are!" Rusty announced as they turned into a doorway off Fifth Avenue. It was one of the old brownstone buildings that Kit had seen and admired so many times. She had always had a dream of someday buying one when she made it and living like the folks do off Fifth Avenue.
"I got this place about a year ago. That was after I got smarter than I was when I knew you before." She checked her mailbox, took out several envelopes and a magazine and opened the downstairs door.
"Wow," Kit remarked as she saw the halls inside, "this is some place!"
"You just wait till you see the inside" Rusty hinted as she unlocked the door to the apartment. She swung the door open and ushered Kit through it.
Kit was astounded. It was beautiful! The walls were done in brocade and it had the appearance of something from the Twenties or Thirties. The whole place was done in Deco and had that look of elegance that only comes with relaxed acquisition.
"Like it?" Rusty asked her.
"I love it!" She turned to face Rusty. "Honestly ... how did you ever manage to get a place like this, Rusty?"
"Well, I made a couple of porno flicks for some guys I know and they paid off. I've been dancing at private soirees around town. You know, much more erotic things than you could ever do in public. I never have to make it with anyone I don't want to and I like that." She stripped out of her blouse and threw it over the back of a chair.
Kit sucked her breath in through her teeth as she saw Rusty's exquisite breasts. They were high and double-nippled and stood out from her body like two proud beings. Kit remembered the first time she had ever sucked on those beautiful nipples. They had felt like fine silk to her tongue as she lapped at them and felt them grow hard. It was all she could do to not just walk over and take one in her mouth.
"Coffee?" Rusty asked her.
"Sure." Kit watched Rusty head off for the kitchen.
"Come on back and see the place," she yelled back as she walked down the hall.
Kit followed her toward the back of the apartment and was amazed at the size of the place. She had no idea that it would have that much space. She decided then and there that she had been on the East Side too damn long and that something would have to be done about it.
Rusty poured the coffee and sat down in a wicker chair. The light from the window flooded through her hair and gave it bronze highlights. Kit found Rusty to be even more beautiful than before. And ... that was hard to imagine.
They chatted for awhile about old times but the desire was building in both of them and it was not going to be denied.
Rusty reached out and began to caress Kit's leg as they talked. She felt Kit's hand on top of her own and then there was no stopping it. Kit leaned across the table and lightly kissed Rusty full on the lips.
Rusty's lips parted as Kit's brushed over them a second time and their tongues met. They locked in a deep all encompassing kiss that seemed to Kit to last for hours. She was actually dizzy when they finally pulled apart.
Kit felt Rusty's hand reach up under the shift and play with the elastic band of the panties, teasing and taunting. Then, Rusty's hand was under the filmy material and was clasped over Kit's steaming cunt! Rusty kneaded her hand over the full Mound of Venus and felt the lips part at her touch.
Kit reached out and took one of Rusty's full, proud breasts in her hand and began to squeeze it in a gentle rhythmic way. She felt the tip of the hard little nipple and the fantastic softness of the protruding aureole against her palm. She felt Rusty's finger part her cuntlips and slide down into the already wet crack.
Rusty slid off the chair and sat on the floor at Kit's feet. She raised the shift up and Kit helped to get it out from under her ass. Rusty could hardly wait to get the panties off and sink her mouth onto that sweet pussy!
Kit felt her need and looped Rusty's fingers into the waistband of the panties and allowed her to slide them down her legs and off onto the floor.
The light was streaming in the window suffusing the whole scene with an otherworldly glow. Kit felt as though time had stopped. She watched as Rusty parted her legs and looked at her pussy. She could see Rusty's mouth already beginning to move before she had even gotten near the waiting slit.
Rusty licked slowly up Kit's leg, over her kneecap and down the inside of her thigh. She knew how much pleasure she was giving and she knew how much pleasure this was giving her in return! She liked the way Kit's skin tasted. It was almost like the taste of salted pecans. She liked that and it had the effect of turning her on even more!
Kit could hardly wait for Rusty to reach her cunt. She wanted to reach down and grasp her head and force it to lick her clitoris but she waited. She knew that it would be even better when it finally happened!
Rusty slowly, sensuously parted the pussy lips and breathed on the wet slit. She knew that her breath against Kit's sensitive clitoris would drive her mad. She felt Kit straining to get her tongue against that jumping clitoris ... just to graze it ... anything so long as it was something solid against her need.
Finally, Rusty licked languorously over the hard nub and watched as Kit almost climbed out of the chair.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she moaned as Rusty's tongue passed over it again ... and again ... and again ...
Faster ... faster Rusty licked at the button. Faster she sucked at the labia and nipped at them as she flicked her keen, pointed tongue over and over the pleasure button and sent Kit into paroxysms of pleasure.
"Yeeeeeeeessss!" Kit screamed as she arched her back with the orgasm that started at her toes and rippled up her legs and burned somewhere at the center of her being!
Rusty sat back and watched as the trickle of clear fluid began to seep from Kit's hole. She waited to see if Kit would remember. She did!
Kit raised up from the chair and tilted her hips in such a way that Rusty could reach her hole with ease. She felt Rusty's lips as they sucked at her cunthole, sucked the sweet juice from her pussy and drank it. Then, Rusty ran her long, keen tongue inside her hole, ran it inside and deep back against the swollen walls. Kit felt herself going up again as Rusty's tongue slipped in and out of her, quickly bringing her to the peak again.
Rusty felt Kit's hole tighten as Kit went over the second time. There was even more of the sweet love-juice than before, and she lapped it out of the honey-hole and drank that down too!
"Rusty ... please ... take me to bed!" Kit pleaded.
Rusty stood up and led the way out of the room. She watched as Kit shed the shift in the hall. Then she led her into the bedroom.
As they walked into the room with Rusty leading her, Kit saw the big cat curled up on top of the bedspread. There was a white spread and there, in the middle of it, was a black panther! This really flipped her out. She wondered if it was trained to do things.
"You like my pet?" Rusty asked as she watched the expression on Kit's face.
"Hey ... that's wild ... Is he ... dangerous?"
"No," she laughed. "I've trained him from birth. He's as gentle as a house tabby ... but much more interesting."
They walked over to the bed. Kit sat down on the edge and listened to the big cat purr and look up at Rusty with nothing but love in its eyes.
"Yes, Zorro, you know what's going on ... don't you." Rusty stripped out of her slacks and stripped her panties off over her smooth legs. She knew that the cat wanted to join in and this always turned her on. She liked playing with Zorro and she liked showing him off to certain people. She had no doubts in her mind that Kit would get off on her pet.
Kit watched the cat stretch and lick its lips as its master got out of her clothes. The cat seemed to pick up the scent from her own pussy and moved toward her.
"Spread your legs, Kit. Watch what he does ... You'll love it!"
Kit did as she said and watched as the big cat rolled over on its side and nuzzled at her cunt with its nose. It lapped its tongue out and began to gently lap at the cunthair. Kit giggled.
Rusty climbed up on the bed and straddled the cat. "Now open up your lips and let him get into the crack."
Kit reached down, parted her pussy lips, and watched with fascination as the cat's tongue lapped across her slit and brushed over her clitoris. She had never in her life felt anything like it! Here was a panther licking her ... going down on her! This was beyond her wildest imaginings!
"Like it?" Rusty asked as she reached down and began to squeeze and roll Zorro's balls back and forth in her hand.
"Yes!" Kit answered and shook her head in amazement.
The big cat's cock began to grow and get hard. It was long and keen like Rusty's tongue. She had never seen a panther's cock before and it turned her on as she watched the pink flesh grow out of the fur and get about five inches long.
The cat continued lapping and licking at her cunt, lapping and licking as its master played and teased its balls.
Kit's clitoris was tingling as the soft tongue moved over it. She had never felt anything quite like the sensations she was feeling as she watched Rusty play with the cat.
"Watch this," Rusty commented, then lowered her mouth down to the cat's cock.
Kit felt the jump in her stomach as Rusty began to lick at the cat's cock. She felt the juices rush to her pussy as she watched Rusty lick the cat. She saw the little spurts of fluid form at the end of the long lean prick.
Rusty closed her lips over it and began to suck on it as she continued to squeeze the animal's balls. She moved slowly up and down, the cat purring even louder now and licking even faster on Kit's cunt.
It was more than she could take. Kit moaned once and went over for the third time. The cat seemed to know that she had come and stopped licking on her. It rolled over until it was on its back and lay there while its master sucked on it.
Rusty stopped for a minute and sat up. "Here," she said, "You've got to try this. It's like nothing else you'll ever try!"
Kit seemed hesitant ... then leaned over and licked tentatively at the thin prick. It was hot and seemed to give a little jump as her tongue touched it.
"Go ahead. Let's see if you can suck him off," Rusty offered.
Kit began to move up and down the long pointed shaft and felt it moving in her mouth. It really turned her on! She lost herself in the sucking and reached over and began to squeeze the cat's balls. They were also warm and furry to her hand. She pulled and milked at the prick. At first, she hadn't wanted, to make the cat come. Now, she was really hoping she could!
"It won't be long now," Rusty observed as she watched Kit sucking on the animal. Rusty had begun to finger her own hole now and had two fingers deep inside her open cunt hole as she watched Kit move her mouth on the cat.
Kit felt the cat's muscles tighten ... felt his balls contract in her hand ... and then her throat felt the first burst of hot come as it shot from the cat's slick cock! She felt her pussy burning as the second and third jets flowed into her waiting mouth. The cat was growling and rolling on the bed as he came!
Kit caught the last of the sweet come and licked the cat dry. Then she sat up. Her face was flushed and her cheeks were hot.
"Did you like it?" Rusty asked.
Kit licked her lips and tasted the sweetness of the cat's come again. "Shit yes!" she exclaimed.
"Watch this," Rusty said and then called the cat to her. The cat mounted over her and began to try to get its prick inside her cunt.
Kit sat there and watched as Rusty let the cat fuck her. She was amazed. She had heard about such things but never thought that it would happen to her!
Rusty seemed to have the cat trained perfectly. It was as if it wasn't a cat at all ... but some deity in cat form ...
She watched as the big cat came inside Rusty's sweet cunt and pulled out to lick itself off. Then, Rusty drew her down to her and began to rub her pussy against her leg. It was going to be some day.
Saturday 11:50 a.m.
Deena climbed onto the New York bound bus and looked around. The faces all seemed to run together as she moved toward the back and found a window seat. She sat there toying with the buttons on the front of her blouse as several more people got aboard. -She was glad that she had never seen any of them before. It would have been bad to try and explain where she was going with a suitcase.
The driver climbed on, closed the doors, and backed out of the ramp. Next stop ... New York!
Saturday 11:55 a.m.
Gerry Saunders climbed aboard the bus to New York. Just as he had run through the station from the ticket window a New York express had pulled out. He had stood there on the platform cursing softly to himself as he heard one of the porters tell him that there was a local right behind the bus he had missed. Oh well ... what the hell. It wasn't the end of the world. Victoria wasn't expecting him until almost two anyway.
Saturday noon
Irene paced around the house. She felt out of place and depressed. Everyone had left the house and she was all alone. Irene didn't like being all alone. She poured herself another scotch and sat down and tried to read a book. It wasn't going to help. Gerry shouldn't have run out of the house like that and left her alone. He should have at least tried to understand how she felt about Deena having heard them in the bathroom. She sat there and got even more depressed as she thought about trying to find Deena afterward. She had looked in every room in the house but Deena had fled the same way Gerry had, leaving her with her guilt and no one to talk to about it.
Irene paced around the house again and picked up the newspaper. She decided that she should get out of the house too. After all, didn't she spend most of her life behind these walls. Didn't she deserve to get away sometime the way everyone else did?
She threw the paper down on the sofa, took another sip out of the glass of scotch, and went upstairs to get dressed. She had decided that what she needed was a good movie matinee.
Saturday 1:45 p.m.
Gerry Saunders got out of the cab and walked up the front steps of the Central Park West apartment building. He had not liked the bus ride and he had had a quarrelsome cabdriver from the bus terminal. He hoped that Victoria was in a good mood. So far it had been an extremely fucked up day. Victoria rang him in and he reached the door to find her standing there dressed and ready to go.
"I don't believe it," he exclaimed as he looked her up and down.
"And what don't you believe?" she asked.
That someone is halfway together today," he said as he helped her with her door. He turned the key and handed it back to her.
"Oh ... someone taught me a great trick for together, as you so cryptically put it." She smiled at him and didn't bother to give any further explanation.
He wondered again about the way she had sounded earlier on the telephone, started to pursue the subject, then thought better of it. He wasn't sure he wanted to know any of Victoria's secrets.
They reached the street and he hailed a cab. It was the same one he had gotten coming uptown. He cursed under his breath and prepared himself for a terrible ride downtown.
"Now where to, Mac?" the cabbie asked in a bored voice as they got in.
"Sheridan Square," he said, then added, "and please don't try to go by way of Montreal."
"How about Toronto instead," the cabbie retorted as he sped away from the curb and merged with the traffic.
Saturday 2:00 p.m.
Irene walked out of the dress shop and headed for the movie house. It had been a long time since she had gone anywhere strictly for the fun of it and her spirits were getting better.
She hadn't been in the local theatre in two years and she was taking pot luck on what was showing. There was a bored woman of about fifty in the ticket booth who looked for all the world like one of those gypsy fortune tellers that you find in the arcades. She wasn't moving and Irene wondered if she had to drop a quarter in a slot to get her to work. This amused her and she didn't even bother to read the posters on the outside of the theatre. She bought her ticket and went inside. The smell of years and years of rancid popcorn assailed her nose as she strode across the carpet and looked for the ticket taker.
She finally found him half asleep reading a comic book. He was behind the candy display. This wasn't the way she had remembered the place. It had seemed that things had run much differently the last time she was here.
He took her ticket and she thought she saw him leer as she headed for the center aisle. She was sure that he had leered. She would have to remember to tell Gerry about it later.
As she walked into the dark theatre she saw the scene that was taking place on the screen. She had walked straight into a porn flick.
She started to turn around and go and demand her money back but as she stood there transfixed by the orgy going on on the screen she decided to see what they were going to do next. She found a seat at the back of the almost empty theatre and watched as four nude bodies cavorted with each other in various couplings. Irene found herself fascinated and beginning to feel a bit turned on by the idea. She had never gone to see one of these things before and decided that it might be an educational experience.
But as she sat there watching the characters on the screen sucking and fucking each other she began to feel her pussy twitching. It was like an itch that needed scratching. She finally figured out that this wasn't the main feature but the short subjects. She wondered if they were going to have a cartoon. She wondered if the cartoon would be like the short subjects.
Irene giggled and let her finger move toward her cunt
Saturday 2:15 p.m.
Dave propped his guitar against a tree in the park and sat down on the grass next to his guitar case. There was a sign in it that said that they needed money to get home. There was also quite a bit of change in the case with the sign.
"Not bad for a little practice session, huh?" he said as he held the case so Barry could look inside.
"I really didn't expect anywhere near that much." Barry began to stack the quarters in stacks of four and sort out the nickles and dimes from each other.
"Here ... let me help too," Astarte said leaning over the case.
"All right, bookkeeper, figure out how much we got." Dave patted Astarte on her round little ass and took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. He lit one and moved over and peered over Bev's shoulder at the drawing she had started.
"Hey, that's pretty good. I didn't know you were an artist." He stared with rapt fascination at the little satyrs that were cavorting all over the page chasing the round-breasted girls.
"That's what I go to school for, dummy. How many times I gotta tell you that." She looked up at him ... scowled ... and then went back to her drawing.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I forgot."
"We've got seven dollars ... and a slug," Astarte announced.
"Yeah, lunchtime!" Dave yelled as he began to put his guitar back in its case. "Let's go hit the hotdog man for some food!"
They packed everything up and headed out through the park toward where the hotdog man usually hung out. Dave put his arm around Astarte and grabbed one of her tits as they moved across the grass toward the walkway.
"Fresh, aren't you buster." She elbowed him in the ribs and kept walking.
Dave doubled up pretending pain. "All right. For that you have to walk home."
"How else was I going to get there," she quipped, "by chartered jet?"
Saturday 2:25 p.m.
Kit Knowles wandered back toward MacDougal street. She had promised Rusty that she would call her again in a few days. As she neared the corner of West Fourth she began to feel ravenously hungry and decided to get something to eat. She saw the hotdog cart on the corner and headed for it.
She noticed the group with the guitar cases standing there eating hotdogs and hacking around with each other. There was a lanky young man with what looked to Kit like a child-woman. She waited for the traffic to pass so that she could cross over to where they were.
One of the girls sat on the curb, a hotdog in one hand and a pen busily finishing a drawing with the other. She had always felt a fondness for the young musicians that played in the park. She had sung in the park years before and she sometimes regretted that she never had the time for such things any more.
It was then that she saw Barry leaning up against the lamppost watching the girl on the curb as she tried to get a smudge of mustard off of the page she was drawing on. He stood there a part of the crew and at the same time strangely detached. She wondered about him as she finally walked across to where " the hotdog man was busily polishing the chrome on his wagon.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Barry as she reached the hotdog wagon and tried to get the attention of the vendor. She was amazed at Barry's rugged good looks and freshness. Kit mentally kicked herself for even being interested. She had no time for such affairs, besides, after Dan this morning and Rusty she had to be some kind of nut for even flashing on this young man.
The hotdog vendor finally looked up.
"What can I do for you Miss?"
"Aaaah," she turned her gaze away from Barry.
"Yes?" he said looking in the direction she had been staring. He was smiling a big gap-tooth smile when she finally looked at him. "You think you know him and you're trying to place the name. Right?"
"No," she replied feeling foolish. "I'll take a hotdog please," she said, trying to change the subject.
The little man went about fishing out a hotdog and putting it in a bun. Kit watched this maneuver and all it reminded her of was sex. "Come on, Kit, old girl, get a hold on yourself," she chided under her breath.
"Sauerkraut?" the hotdog man asked her.
"Huh?" She glanced at the hotdog man. He was poised, the hotdog in his right hand and the fork in his left hand was over the steaming sauerkraut dish. "Aaaah ... no thanks."
He handed her the hotdog and took her money. She turned around to glance over where Barry was standing. She had to look at him one more time and then she was going to finish shopping and go home.
She ran full tilt into Barry as he headed for the hotdog stand. Mustard and ketchup seemed to fly all over everything and she felt Barry's strong arm catch her to keep her from falling.
"Hey, you all right?" He helped her to regain her balance.
Kit could hear the hotdog man chuckling in the background.
"I ... I think so ... But I made you drop your food." She looked down to see the hotdog lying on the ground.
Barry laughed, picked up the remains of the hotdog and threw it in the garbage receptacle on the side of the wagon. "That wasn't mine. That was yours." He paused and looked at Kit approvingly. "See, I was through with one and was going back for seconds."
Twice today already, Kit thought as she looked up at Barry, and you're getting the urge again. Come on ... get it together!
"Oh ... yes," she said blankly.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he repeated.
Kit could sense the concern, the genuine concern in his voice. She kicked herself again, then decided that it wasn't worth fighting.
"Yes ... I'm really all right," she said taking hold of his arm and squeezing it. "You're really very sweet to be concerned. My name's Kit ... Kit Knowles. Now that we're old friends ... sort of ... how about if I buy you another hotdog?"
"No, don't do that, I should be buying you one."
The hotdog man put two steaming hotdogs between them.
"Here you two. These are on the house." He placed the two hotdogs in their hands and smiled. "It's the least I can do."
They stared at him.
"Look. Don't give me any argument. You're on my premises and I am the captain of my own ship, am I not?"
They both laughed, thanked the hotdog man, and went over to sit on the curb.
"I'm Barry Nicholson," Barry said as he turned his guitar case over on its side for Kit to sit on.
Saturday 2:26 p.m.
Deena Saunders struggled up out of the Sheridan Square subway station and tried to decide whether she should have checked the suitcase at the bus station until she got settled somewhere. She reached in her pocket and took out the dark blue address book and searched for one of her friend's places. After some deliberation, she decided that she would go to Suzy Harpers. Suzy had moved into the city the year before and had an apartment on Thompson Street, just down from the park.
Deena felt satisfied with this choice and picked up the suitcase. She waited for the light to change and then struck out down West Fourth for Thompson.
Saturday 2:30 p.m.
Gerry Saunders was boiling. The cab driver had been slower than molasses on purpose. He had stalled to catch all the lights and generally made an argument of the ride.
"Oh ... don't get yourself so worked up," Victoria suggested as they stopped for another light. "We have all day. Why do you let people like that get to you?"
"It's just the idea, that's all. I don't like to be taken for a ride." He shot another dirty look in the cabbie's direction.
"Look, Mac. I don't have to put up with this noise, ya know. I have my rules ... 'drive careful' it says in the rulebook. Ya wanta get there in one piece don't ya?"
"Just get there!" Gerry shouted.
They pulled away from the light and the cabbie sped across Sheridan Square. He kept going.
"No ... stop here! Dumb ass. I don't want to go to South Ferry! I want to stop here!"
The cab pulled up to the curb a block further south and the cabbie turned around with a lopsided smile on his face. "That'll be three-fifty."
Gerry paid the cabbie tipping him against his better judgement and got out of the cab. He stood there waiting for Victoria to get out and he stared up the street trying to decide where they should go for lunch.
It was then that he thought he saw Deena crossing the street half a block away.
Victoria noticed the look on his face and looked up the street to see what he was staring at.
"Did you see someone you know, Gerry?"
"I thought ... No ... it couldn't have been." He turned around and took her arm. "I thought I saw my daughter crossing the street up there ... with a suitcase."
"What would she be doing in the city?"
"She wouldn't be in the city. That's the point. She has no reason at all to be here." He turned and smiled at Victoria. "Let's forget about it and go get something to eat. I could use a drink after that fucking cab ride!"
Victoria nodded her approval of the plan and they started up the street in search of a place to eat.
Saturday 4:15 p.m.
Kit and Barry ran up the front steps of her apartment building after leaving Dave and the girls at the corner of St Marks Place and Second Avenue. They had spent the rest of the time in the park and had finally decided to pack it in for the day.
Kit had had a marvelous time and had really gotten quite fond of Barry. That was really an understatement. She had been fond of him from the moment when she had laid eyes on him. Now she knew more about him. She giggled to herself as they walked through the hall of the building because she intended to know even more about him before the afternoon was over!
Saturday 4:20 p.m.
Suzy Harper had been glad to see Deena. She had been surprised to find her standing there at her door with the suitcase and all but she had always liked Deena and told her that she could stay.
She made coffee for the two of them and Deena had told her about Barry's coming into the city and some of what was going on with her parents at home.
Deena had known that Suzy had come to the city to get away from her parents. That had been a scene. They had put Suzy in an institution once when she had run away and it had been the scandal all over the school for a year.
"I know what it's like," Suzy agreed. "Parents can be a definite drain on your energy!"
"Well ... it's not anything like what happened to you that time, Suzy. It's just fucking demoralizing to see your folks going through these ridiculous chan-ges!
Suzy agreed and they tried to map out a plan for finding out where Barry and Dave were staying. Deena told her that Barry had not given her any address for Dave before he left and that she had not had the nerve to call Dave's parents or his friends for that matter to ask them for it.
"Don't worry. It won't be too hard to spot those two around the village. I would imagine that they're going to stand out like sore thumbs!"
Deena laughed and had to agree. When the two of them got together ... well ... things always began to happen around them. It was as if they were two parts of a magnet and when they were together things were just naturally attracted to them.
Deena still loathed Dave although she could not help but admit that Barry and Dave were a pair. They had run around together since they had reached senior high school and she began to think that she had had quite a lot of nerve to think that she was going to pressure Barry into breaking off his friendship so easily.
She knew now in retrospect that that had been downright foolish. Now she had to find him and straighten the whole thing out.
Saturday 4:45 p.m.
Irene walked slowly up the front walk to the house. She knew before she opened the .front door that no one was home. She opened the door, went into the living room and threw her things on a chair.
She had really enjoyed the movie. In spite of her uptights about sex she had actually gotten turned on to the point where she had masturbated through most of the movie. She had gone through a few changes about getting caught, remembering the time the ticket taker had walked down the aisle to check on something in the front of the theatre. She had felt her insides turn upside- down. She had had her finger inside her hole and was just on the verge of coming again when the man had walked by. She had come on the spot from the fear of being seen.
She had finally come to the conclusion that there wasn't a damned thing that he could have done even if he had seen her. In fact she sort of hoped he had. She had seen the leer on his face as he had walked back to the lobby a few minutes later. If she had felt a little bit braver she would have propositioned him to go down on her right there in the theatre!
Irene felt a little light-headed and a lot freer than she had been before she had gone into the small township.
She went upstairs and looked into Deena's room on the chance that she had come home after all. She found the room empty and some clothes strewn across the foot of the bed. She started putting the things away and that was when she discovered that some of Deena's clothes were missing.
A quick search revealed the missing suitcase and the fact that Deena had taken quite a few of her things with her.
Then, she found the empty birth control pill case.
Saturday 4:50 p.m.
Barry watched Kit as she moved around the apartment. She was really a knock-out and he had felt really good about how easy it had been to meet her and come back to her place. He remembered the change he had gone through on the street when he had seen her. He had tried to figure a way to approach her and had finally decided that he would run into her accidentally on purpose. It had worked like a charm. And ... here he was at her place! Now nature had to take its course and he would end up balling her!
He had found out in the course of their conversation that Kit was a professional singer and they had spent most of the time talking about music and musicians. He wanted to touch her, to know what she felt like but he didn't want to put her off either. He decided to wait.
Saturday 5:00 p.m.
Deena and Suzy walked across Eighth Street headed for the East Village. Deena had remembered that Dave had found an apartment somewhere on what had been, before the psychedelic madness, the Lower East Side.
They roamed up and down the streets on the off-chance that they would run into either Barry or Dave somewhere along the way.
The hangers-on were straggling around in front of the egg-cream stand on the corner of Second Avenue. There were very few of the flower children left. Most of them had finally gone back to the suburbs, taken baths,- disinfected their pubic hair, got jobs and kids and wives (some in that exact order) and settled down to the task of finding themselves.
Deena didn't like a lot of the different types that hung out on the street corners. She had visions of white slavers dragging her off to the boondocks or Detroit or somewhere just as equally improbable and chaining her to a bed.
"Let's go down towards Tompkins Square Park ... doubleback across Ninth ... and go back to the West Side," Suzy suggested.
Deena stood on the corner of Seventh Street and First Avenue. She had a feeling that Barry wasn't too far away. Finally she answered.
"All right, but I'm going to come back out later tonight and check again."
Suzy and Deena walked down toward the park. The further that Deena got from the corner of Seventh and First the more she felt that she was moving away from Barry. She knew he was around that corner somewhere. She made a mental note to check it out again later and let the feeling pass.
Saturday 5:15 p.m.
Kit sat down on the old wrought brass bed that served as a sofa and leaned her head on Barry's shoulder. She had by this time figured out that he was definitely interesting and interested. She decided that it might as well be now as any other time. Besides, it was all she could do to keep her hands off of him this long!
She felt the impulsive jerk as he moved his arm around her and caressed her shoulder. She had this great image of Barry making out in a car. First the bra, then the feeling up the tits, then moving down to other areas. She made a bet with herself that he was a master of the suburban make-out
She felt his hand move down her arm, felt the hesitancy with which he put his hand over onto her breast. Kit moved so he could reach it more easily and let her hand fall across his leg. They continued talking as if none of this were happening.
Kit couldn't make up her mind whether to just rape him or let him do it his way. She decided on the latter approach. The other way was so ordinary.
He continued to squeeze her breast the way some people test the temperature of a pool before they jump in. He felt her hand as it moved gently against his leg caressing it and trailing along the inside of his thigh. Barry felt his cock getting hard inside his pants. He felt the sweat as it beaded up around the collar of his shirt. He knew instinctively that he was out of his league.
It had begun to dawn on him gradually that Kit had known what was going on all the time, that she had let him pick her up. Maybe she had picked him up.
He wasn't about to ask.
Kit felt Barry's fingers graze across her already hard nipple and she couldn't wait any longer! She let her hand find his cock through the cloth of his pants and began to massage it and squeeze it gently. She felt the immediate response and turned her face toward him. He looked at her for a startled second ... then kissed her hungrily.
She felt his tongue seeking hers ... she felt the need that seemed to surge up from inside him. She opened his pants and freed his cock from its restraint and felt its warm glow against her hand as he reached to unzip the shift.
She leaned forward and closed her mouth over the tip of his swollen shaft. He had trailed off in the middle of a sentence and had never even bothered to finish it.
Barry slipped the shift down from her shoulders and let it fall about her waist. He saw the bright pink of her nipples and wanted to close his mouth over them, wanted to suck at them and feel them get hard against his tongue!
He felt Kit's mouth as it closed over him and began to work its way down his shaft, engulfing him and sucking his passion up into the tip. He wanted to explore this girl's body; Its secret recesses; its musky caverns; and its places where lust hid and lay in wait for him.
Her breasts grazed over his arm as she moved around in order to reach him more easily. The electric currents rushed up his arm to his brain and sounded the all-stations alert. He reached out and touched the skin, the soft, velvety skin of her back and closed his eyes. He wanted to luxuriate in the sensations of the sucking and the touching. It wasn't even necessary to be able to see at the moment. He could see her in his mind's eye as though she was indelibly etched there. He knew every curve of the luscious breasts that had been exposed to his vision. He knew every curve of that back that rippled under his hands and he would have no trouble at all remembering her mouth and the way it moved on his cock!
Kit undid his belt and slid his pants off onto the floor. She pulled his underpants off and dropped them on the floor with his pants. She crouched down and nibbled at his balls and the tube underneath his sac. It was swollen and as her tongue would pass over it it would jump and pulse.
She got him hot. She got him so hot that he could hardly stand it. Then she stood up and began to strip the shift the rest of the way off.
"Play with yourself and watch me, baby," she said as she played with the hem of the shift showing the very bottom of her panties and then turning away.
He took his cock in his hand and began to gently massage it up and down as he watched her there in front of him. He felt the excitement growing. No one had ever stripped for Kim before! It was a totally new experience.
Kit seemed to sense that this was the case. She remembered the afternoon session with Rusty and the panther and knew how Barry felt.
He stared at her as she moved sensuously to the music on the radio. She would raise the shift just enough to give him a look. Then she would drop the hem back down and reach up to play with her nipples. She would take them between her fingers and roll them around and around making them even larger.
Finally, she dropped the shift to the floor and stood there in front of him in all her nakedness. She watched him as he fondled his balls and played with his cock.
"Yes, baby, make it hot for me. Make it hot for my cunt."
His cock began to pulse and she knew that it was going to shoot off at any moment. She moved over to him and murmured to him as she flicked her tongue over his hand, his fingers and his cock.
"I want to taste you ... I want you to come in my mouth ... I want you to shoot off for me ... Watch my tits ... see how they jiggle ... yes ... yes, baby ... now!"
Barry couldn't hold out any longer. He moaned and lay his head back against the wall and squeezed his cock as hard as he could. He could feel the semen rushing to escape from inside him, deep inside his balls.
Just as he shot off Kit took the very tip end of his cock in her mouth, wrapped her hand around his and jerked him off! He felt the come as it ripped up out of his sac and flowed in great gushes into her waiting mouth. He watched as some of the come dribbled down their hands and ran down over his spasming balls. He felt his desire growing even greater rather than diminishing as he felt the last of his seed flow out of him and into her.
Barry wanted to fuck her! He wanted to feel himself deep inside this woman. He reached out and stripped her panties off and dropped them to the floor with the rest of the clothes.
"Suck me, Barry. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy," she said as she ran one of her fingers over his sensitive features.
She climbed up on the bed and straddled his face. Parting her cuntlips she moved over him just out of reach.
He grasped her by the hips and savagely jammed her down onto his mouth. His tongue hungrily searched her pussy seeking all the hidden recesses and finding the burning nub of her clitoris.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as he nipped at her pleasure button with his teeth. He was like a wild thing as he strained to get his tongue all the way up inside her pussy hole! She loved him. She loved the way he made love. She hadn't been wrong about him!
She reached around and grasped his cock and balls in her hands, her breasts stretched up by the movement, her breasts high and full against her body. He was watching her like a hawk, devouring every movement every nuance of her body as he pulled and sucked at her pussy.
She manipulated his balls and cock with rough hands. There was something savage and primal in this lovemaking! She tightened her legs against the sides of his head and she held his head in a viselike grip against her cunt. She didn't want to let go, ever!
Her muscles tightened and tensed as she felt the inevitable sensations of orgasm wrenching through her body. Her breasts began to quiver and shake as her breathing became more and more rapid. Then ...
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ... Damn YEEEEEESSSSSSS!" She screamed and clasped him between her legs even tighter as wave after wave of pleasure swept her clean!
She didn't move when the last of the orgasm had passed. He continued to suck the love juices from her hole as though he could never get enough of the sweet fluid!
"Shit!" she exclaimed as she grinned down at him. "You, my fine young man, are GOOD!"
Barry blushed as he looked up at her. She had the look of newly made love on her cheeks. The bright color in her cheeks made her even lovelier than before.
He had to fuck her. Now. He moved her back until he could get his cock inside her gasping hole. It sank onto him like it had been made for his cock and his cock alone! The excitement that surged through his aching loins as he felt the wet velvety walls of her vagina close around his shaft was almost more than he could bear. He moved against her like the waves move against the shoreline and like the wind moves through the trees on a March day. It was as if he had never fucked before. He was a virgin and this was his spring.
They moved together, one entity, one sense of being and one desire. Their bodies moved like some fine machine as they beat against each other, their passion a wild bird attempting to escape from its cage. The cage of flesh that held their bodies in thrall seemed to melt and cease to be. They were two wild free spirits on another plane of existence ... Free ... Free of the constraints of bodily limitation. He was her and she was him. They were each other ... They were ... They ... Came ... Came ... Came ...
The two spirits returned to their bodies and they lay there in each other's arms experiencing the afterglow of love that defies words.
"Barry?" Kit finally spoke as she gave him small love kisses on the nape of his neck.
"Yes."
"Will you stay with me ... until you have to go back into your own world? Will you sleep with me and hold me tight in your arms in the mornings?"
"Yes."
"Will you never let anything spoil this, never let anyone else know what we have known?"
He paused ... then answered. "Yes," he answered quietly ... and she cried.
Saturday 6:00 p.m.
Gerry Saunders walked into the phone booth at the back of the bar and called home. He had had a nagging feeling at the back of his mind ever since he had thought that he had seen Deena on Sheridan Square earlier that afternoon.
Irene was crying when she answered the phone and accepted the call.
"Gerry ... she's gone!" she sobbed before he had even had a chance to speak.
"All right ... take it slow and easy ... From the beginning, now. What's going on there?"
"I went ... to a movie ... And ... when I came back ... " Her voice trailed off into what sounded like hysterical sobs.
"Irene ... Irene ... listen to me. I'll be home as quickly as I can. Pour yourself a drink and get yourself together ... Do you hear me?"
"Yes," she answered in a small, raspy voice.
"I'll see you in about an hour and a half. You sit down and don't worry. Everything will be all right"
He hung up the phone and tried to piece together the morning. There was no reason that he could see for Deena suddenly picking up and walking out. Sure there had been some hassles lately, but there had been hassles before. He finally decided that there was something that he and Irene didn't know about yet He refused to let himself worry about it.
"Victoria," he said calmly as he returned to the bar.
"What is it, Gerry. You look like you just saw a ghost! Here. Take a swallow of your drink and sit down!"
He wasn't aware that it showed. It had actually surprised him that Victoria could tell.
"Something's come up at home. Deena's missing and Irene is going crazy." He took a swallow of the bourbon and continued. "I'm going to have to rent a car and get right out there. Would you mind very much if I put you in a cab and let you go home alone?"
"Of course not" Victoria was touched. She knew that Gerry was sensitive but she had never seen him under these conditions before. He actually was concerned about her when his own life was falling down around his ears.
She picked up her things and they went outside. "Gerry," she asked as she climbed into the cab, "let me know if there's anything I can do here."
He thanked her and closed the door after giving the driver Victoria's address. Then he went toward the nearest car rental office in the vicinity, his mind turning over and over with the sudden turn of events.
PART III - SUNDAY
Sunday 10:45 a.m.
Gerry Saunders went to the kitchen for a beer. He opened the refrigerator and took the icy bottle from the shelf. Irene was at church. She always went to church on Sunday but Gerry had wondered why she had seemed so nervous about going this particular Sunday. He attributed it to her concern about Deena and forgot about it.
He walked out to the back steps and thought about the whole situation. He had thought of simply calling Dave's father and asking him for his son's address in the city but he knew that that would be impossible. There had been a land deal about two years before and he had advised Dave Senior to invest in it. Unfortunately the deal hadn't been checked out sufficiently. Most of the tract had turned out to be under water and there had been nothing but hostility between them since.
Gerry wondered as he sipped the beer why life couldn't be more simple.
PART IV - TUESDAY
Tuesday 1:30 p.m.
Sergeant Mulholland climbed in the patrol car next to his partner and settled in for the tour of duty. He had a picture which he pasted to the dash of the car with several others.
"Whatcha got there, Sarge?"
"The captain handed me another runaway," he said in annoyance. "As if we didn't have enough else to do he asks me to look for her!" He stabbed the air in front of him as he pointed at the picture of Deena Saunders.
"Don't let it get to you, Sarge. If we see her we see her. If we don't, we don't."
"I know. It's just that I always feel sorry for the parents and the kid. I've seen too many of these over the last few years to make me feel comfortable. Hell! Whatever happened to the good old values we were brought up with?"
Sergeant Mulholland's partner turned the corner into Second Avenue and fell silent. After he had checked the license on a car against the. hot sheet, he spoke,
"Didn't you ever run away, Sarge?"
"Sure, but I never ran away for serious the way these kids do!" He sat back and huffed indignantly.
Tuesday 4:34 p.m.
Deena Saunders walked up and down Second Avenue looking for some sign of Barry. She had stayed on the corner of First Avenue and Seventh Street for several hours until one of the neighborhood junkies had started bothering her. She had decided to keep moving. She decided that standing around in one place too long gave the wrong impression.
She bought a copy of the Village newspaper and checked the jobs wanted section. The money was running low and she didn't want to impose on Suzy by having to ask her for money. Suzy had been a dream just to put her up for awhile.
She stopped off in one of the remaining coffee houses in the block and sat outside under the sidewalk canopy. The waitress came over and took her order and went away. Deena had just about decided to ask her about where to find a job when she saw the ad in the paper for a model.
It promised to pay well and Deena knew that she photographed well. She copied the number down on a napkin and went to find the phone.
The waitress came by with her tea. She stopped her.
"Look, I've got to make a phone call. Just put the tea down and I'll be back in a minute. By the way, where is the phone?"
The waitress pointed to the booth in the back of the place and without saying another word started to the front of the restaurant to pick up a tip from a table that someone had just left.
Deena dialed the number and waited for someone to answer.
Tuesday 4:35 p.m.
Barry sat and watched Kit as she stood in front of the sink in the kitchen washing the dishes. She had on nothing but a pair of sheer bikini panties and he was getting turned on watching her ass cheeks as they tightened and relaxed.
"Hey, Kit," he called out, "you sure do have a nice bottom."
She turned around and made like she was going to throw a glass at him. He ducked involuntarily and then started laughing.
He walked into the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs at the table.
"What's on your mind, love?" Kit asked as she turned the faucets off and dried her hands on a towel hanging over the back of the sink.
"I want your fair body," he said, doing his best to imitate a late night TV villain.
"I get the feeling from the last few days that that's nothing new." She took his face between her fingers and squeezed his cheeks.
"Don't you like it?" he asked, his feelings a bit hurt.
"Sure! But I have other things to do too." She noticed the crestfallen look that was on his face and took him by the hand. He followed her into the living room.
She sat down on the brass bed and motioned for him to sit down by her.
"But ... you have other things to do ... I don't want to interfere." He sat down.
"Oh ... you are ... beautiful my young angel!" She lay back on the bed. "Make love to me!"
Barry turned and looked at her. She was lying there, her legs slightly spread, and was motioning him up to her. He leaned over and began to caress her thighs. He saw her close her eyes and sink back into a more comfortable position.
He ran his hands under her ass and slid the panties down her smooth legs. Kit's abundant cunt hair fluffed up as the panties slid down over her mound and exposed it to his gaze.
He threw the panties aside and buried his face between her legs.
"Yes, baby. Lick on me and make Kit feel good!"
He located her swollen clitoris and grazed over it with his tongue and she climbed all over him. Her legs locked around his head and shoulders and her arms held his legs.
She took his hands and placed them over her breasts and squeezed them. He took the nipples up between his fingers as he continued to suck the sweet juices that flowed out of Kit's cunt.
Kit moaned and thrashed under him as he drove her up and up, further and further, closer to the point of orgasm! She clawed at his shoulders and moaned as he rammed his tongue into her gasping hole. She took one of his hands and began to suck on his fingers as he drove her over the brink!
Without even stopping, Barry locked his lips back around her red love button and jammed a finger into her asshole. She arched up to meet his thrusts as he reamed her ass with his finger! She gasped as he ran his thumb into her pussy hole and began to rub the two fingers back and forth against each other with nothing but the thin wall of skin that separated her cunt from her asshole in between them. She loved the feeling. It was like being fucked both ways at once and she loved it.
She tried to imagine Barry fucking her in the ass while the panther fucked her in the cunt and this really got her steaming! The idea was one to file away for a rainy day when there was nothing to do. But right now she just wanted to feel the good feelings that Barry was sending through her lust-racked body!
She felt herself coming again and pulled Barry up onto her. He put his cock between her legs and ran it inside the steaming hole that wanted to take him in balls and all; wanted to swallow him, wanted to feel him climb inside and run around in his bare feet!
"Fuck me, angel. Fuck me hard!" She breathed into his ear as she spoke and this she knew would spur him on to even greater things! She was right. He pumped at her like a madman! She watched his face as it contorted, the rage of orgasm beginning to thrash around between them like a runaway circus ride! "Now! Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSS!"
PART V - WEDNESDAY
Wednesday 3:40 p.m.
Gerry Saunders jammed down the button on his phone and heard Irene's voice on the other end.
"Damnit, Irene. You've called four times today. What do you want me to do." He listened as hysteria poured from the receiver and he felt completely helpless to do a fucking thing about it. He wished he had a sponge that would sit and soak all of the energy up that was flowing into his ear from the phone. He wished he could capture it and find a way to put it to some constructive use. He knew that the use it was being put to was destructive and a waste of time. He wished so much that he could get Irene to see how necessary it was that Deena follow Barry into the city. He wished he could get her to see that Deena was nearly a grown lady. Neither of these things was going to be easy to accomplish. Irene had never been able to face the fact that Deena and Barry had probably been making love for the last two years or so. Even when Irene had found the birth control pills she had convinced herself that Deena was hiding them for one of her girl friends and that they weren't hers.
Gerry decided then that Irene was a fool. A pitiful fool.
"Yes," he said as Irene took time out for a breath, "I'm going to stay in the city and try to locate her this evening. It shouldn't be all that hard to find her."
He finally got Irene to hang up and go make herself another scotch. Then he settled down to get some of the flood of papers off his desk that had collected there the day before and the day before that. There had been no peace at the office or at home since Saturday night.
Wednesday 3:50 p.m.
Deena listened as the young photographer explained just what he wanted her to do. She looked around the place at the cameras, sets, and props. She took about thirty seconds to weigh taking her clothes off and posing in front of a camera against the two hundred dollars he was paying and began to strip.
The photographer relaxed and went back to moving lights and loading film. The model that she was to pose with had arrived and was busily putting on body make-up.
Deena listened as the other young girl bantered back and forth with the photographer. She felt much more at ease than she had thought she was going to.
She went back in the other room after putting her clothes on a chair and stood around. No one seemed to pay much attention to the fact that she was nude. The other girl walked over to where she was standing.
"Hi there. What's your name?"
"Deena."
"I'm Janet." She held out a hand toward Deena.
"Glad to meet you ... Aaaaah ... what will he want us to do?"
"Oh, Hank will just want us to look arty as hell ... that's about all ... No action ... if that's what you wanted to know. Isn't that a drag?"
Deena thought about it. "I suppose so. Arty, huh?"
"Yeah ... just lay around and stare at each other and act like we're virgin sisters!" She brushed her palms back and forth over her nipples to make them get hard. "I think he's some kind of pervert myself. Doesn't even want us to touch each other's tits." Janet looked at Hank as if he were some kind of fruitcake and indicated this to Deena with one finger against the side of her head.
"All right girls. Let's get the show on the road. The electric company comes to cut the lights off in two hours!"
Deena and Janet walked onto the set. It was a huge double bed. They lay down and Hank went to work. He walked all around them telling them different poses that he wanted them to take. They responded to his wishes and Janet seemed to get bored.
He took a break after shooting two rolls and they lay there on the bed under the lights. Janet started playing with her nipples again and Deena began to get turned on watching her.
"Why do you do that between shots?" Deena asked.
"Oh, it makes the titties hard for the shots. They like it when the tits stand up, you know." She stopped for a moment and reached over to Deena. "Here, let me show you." Janet reached out and began to run the palms of her hands over Deena's breasts before she had time to even say anything. She felt her tits getting hard as Janet continued to lightly graze back and forth just barely touching them.
Deena felt her pussy lips parting and the juices begin to flow from her hole. She was turned on and Janet knew it!
"All right ... back to work," Hank said as he returned to the room and noticed the hanky panky going on between the two girls. He thought about saying something and then decided not to.
They shot for another half hour and took another break while Hank went to answer the phone.
Deena felt herself being drawn to Janet as they sat there on the huge bed. She felt Janet's eyes undressing her and that in itself was ridiculous! Yet, she couldn't deny the hot feeling that was welling up from her cunt and she couldn't deny the slick, sticky juices that were oozing from her hole.
She thought she felt Janet's breasts graze across her back and she was just about to turn around to check when Hank came back into the room.
"Okay, let's take it from the top," Hank said. He hated the interruptions because they broke his train of thought but they couldn't be helped. "Janet, I want you to move behind Deena. Try several different positions. Deena, you just stay where you are for the time being. I don't want you to shift your position except maybe a stretch here and there."
Janet started to move from side to side going the whole length of Deena. The camera was clicking away like a small beetle but Deena was not paying much attention to it. She was much too involved in what Janet was doing to her.
She kept feeling Janet's pointed nipples run along her spine and tickle the top of the crack in her ass. The only thing was that she couldn't be sure that it was really what Janet was doing. Or was she just so turned on that any closeness made her think that she was being touched.
Deena had never had any desire to make it with a girl but she was beginning to think seriously about it right now. Her whole body was tingling. She was beginning to vibrate and she desperately wanted to shove her finger inside of her cunt to feel its warm, slippery comfort but she knew that it would give the whole thing away and so she couldn't do that.
Janet very carefully moved her arm down to Deena's crack. She let the tip of her finger press ever so slowly against it ... not moving it ... just the pressure. She knew that Deena was hot and turned on. She knew that if she played it just right she could have Deena coming without Hank ever knowing that anything had transpired between them.
Then Janet heard Deena's breath come faster and in shorter gasps. She moved her finger further and further down the smooth split in Deena's body but never enough so that her motion would be observed. She moved it until she reached Deena's tight asshole. She paused and tickled the puckered hole with her fingernail and then continued her journey to the steaming, wet pussy.
Deena thought she was going to go bats trying to keep still and not let on what was happening to her. She was sure that Janet was playing with her. She could feel her sharp nail press down on her crack. She could feel its agonizingly slow journey down to her cunt and she felt the pause at her anus. She felt the whole thing and couldn't respond except to get hotter and hotter.
Just as Janet reached Deena's aching vagina Hank called out, "All right, girls. Janet move around to Deena's breasts. I want you to cuddle her, Deena, like she was a child. Janet why don't you curl up in an almost fetal position against Deena and put your head ... well have your mouth barely touching Deena's nipple."
Deena knew what was going to happen for there was no way that Janet was going to miss a chance like that! Sure enough she was right. Janet curled up to her and arranged her knee so that it was pressed against Deena's clitoris and her mouth was brushing across Deena's nipple. Deena reached around Janet's shoulder pulling Janet closer to her. She let her fingers press into the side of Janet's soft breast and massaged it by pressing in and out.
Janet was determined to have Deena come before the session was over. She moved her knee over Deena's clitoris, pushing hard so that Deena could really feel it. She wet her lips and glided them back and forth across Deena's nipples. They were so hard that Janet wasn't sure how long Deena was going to be able to hold out.
Hank kept shooting pictures of them feeling like something else was happening that he wasn't a part of but not being sure and not really caring because the pictures were great. Then the phone rang again.
"Damn!" he swore at the insistent instrument. "Break! I obviously can't complete a whole session in peace."
As soon as Hank had left the room Janet was on top of Deena. She firmly planted her mouth over Deena's cunt and began to fiercely suck on it. She felt Deena squirm and wiggle beneath her and she heard her lust-filled moan rise until it was out of the range of hearing. She tasted Deena's creamy fluid that flowed from her cunt.
Deena knew that it was going to only take a few seconds for her to reach an orgasm for she had been riding the brink of it for the last half hour. She felt the hard tongue slap across her inflamed clitoris faster and faster and then she felt Janet's finger jab up her pussy. Two quick, hard strokes and she went over. She let out a yell of ecstasy saying to hell with Hank. She was in seventh heaven ... she was totally fulfilled.
Wednesday 3:55 p.m.
"Come on in, man," Dave said, holding the door open for Barry to enter.
Barry walked across the room and noticed Astarte lying on the bed in a state of sexual excitement. He felt the twinge of desire as his cock began to move and twitch. He felt the need to scratch the itch but didn't want to get involved in Dave's thing. He had really gotten off on Astarte the last time and it was almost more than he could do to go over and sit down on the other side of the room.
"Be with you in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable. I've got some ... aaah ... unfinished business to attend to." Dave edged back to the bed and proceeded to forget that Barry was even there. He went back to nibbling on the smooth, hairless slit that was arching toward him as he lay back down.
Barry sat and tried not to watch as Astarte moaned and writhed under Dave's hands and tongue. He tried to get involved in something else but to no avail.
He saw Dave's mouth close over Astarte's whole mound and suck and nibble at it. He watched as Dave's hands manipulated Astarte's breasts and nipples. He heard the sounds of lust as they filled the room with their inescapable music!
Astarte squirmed around to where she could fondle Dave's balls and cock. He had already made it once and Barry could see the dried come around the base of his rod as Astarte ran her tiny fingers up and down the engorged shaft.
Barry found himself involuntarily rubbing his cock through his pants as he continued to watch the scene unfolding there in front of him!
Astarte arched even more, her body drawn back like a crossbow ready to fire at its target. She started a moan somewhere below middle 'C and it didn't stop until it had swept up past high 'C. She grasped Dave's cock hard in her hand and attempted to make him come with her!
Then, Astarte rolled over and raised her ass up in the air in front of Dave. He got up on his knees and began to rub the tip of his cock against the gasping asshole. Astarte jammed back on his quivering tool and impaled herself on its length with a low growl. Dave closed his eyes and began to move in and out of the tight hole for all he was worth!
Astarte was staring directly at Barry as Dave fucked her. Astarte began to lick her lips and make sucking motions at Barry. This was turning Barry on even more. He felt his cock giving off little spurts of come as he watched Astarte's motions with her mouth!
She put her finger in her mouth and began to suck on it as if it was a cock. Barry could almost feel those lips closing around his aching shaft as he watched! He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer!
Dave sensed what was happening and turned around and grinned at Barry. He continued fucking Astarte as he spoke.
"Hey, man ... get your things off and bring your body over here!" he said pointing at Astarte. "She wants to suck on you!"
Barry didn't need much encouragement. He stripped out of his things as he crossed the room. Astarte's eyes never left him as he climbed out of the underpants and let his stiff joint dangle in front of him. Her eyes seemed to get even bigger as she saw him standing there completely nude. Her mouth began to suck the air even harder!
He crossed over and kneeled next to the mattress and lowered his cock down to Astarte's mouth. He felt the hot lips as they enfolded the tip of his shaft and began to work back and forth over him. He felt the hot breath against his balk as she took his whole shaft down her throat!
Then she leaned forward and stopped Dave for a moment. She motioned him around next to Barry. He looked puzzled but he did as she asked.
Taking a cock in each hand she sat back and began to jerk the two of them off at once! She moved her fingers and her hands back and forth faster and faster as they knelt there in front of her!
Barry watched her as she moved her heel back against the sweet flesh of her pussy and worked the lips of her cunt apart. She pressed her heel against the tip of her clitoris and began to ride it as she worked their cocks even harder!
Astarte felt the thrill of having a cock in each hand and knew exactly what she wanted! She carefully manipulated the two of them bringing them to the same point at the same time. She wanted to make the three of them come all at once!
She felt Dave's cock begin to swell as he reached the no return point and she felt Barry swell at the same instant. She worked her clitoris against her heel even faster than she had before in order to catch up with them. She wasn't sure it was going to work but she was going to give it a healthy try.
Then, she pulled their cocks as close together as she could get them and put her mouth around both of their tips at the same time! She felt them begin to go over and she knew that she was going to get them both at once!
Her mouth pulled and sucked at the two swollen glans as she grasped Dave's balls in one hand and Barry's in the other and began to milk them as hard as she dared!
She felt her orgasm beginning and she knew it was going to be a good one! She rocked her foot around until she had her big toe against the opening to her vagina and sank down on it. She felt it as it pressed up inside her wet, slick hole. She wriggled her toe around sending flames shooting up through her whole pelvis! She was sucking them both off at once and toe fucking herself at the same time!
Astarte raised her breasts up in the air and glanced down at them. Dave and Barry took the hint. They each took a nipple in their mouths and sucked and nibbled at them as the whole thing seemed to unwind like a spring!
Astarte felt the two of them shoot off at the same time both streams of come jetting down the back of her throat! There was so much of it that she could hardly swallow it all.
They both laughed as she sat there afterwards attempting to get her mouth to stop puckering.
"Wow!" she finally managed to say. "I never thought I'd get too much at one time!"
"What did you want to do, drown yourself in come?" Dave commented as he sprawled across the bed and began to rub the small of her back.
"I've gotta have some soda." She got up and made a mad dash for the refrigerator.
"Good afternoon, partner." Dave looked up at Barry who was sitting on the edge of the mattress with a far away look in his eyes.
"Huh? Oh ... yeah ... Good afternoon, Dave."
"Think I ought to keep her?"
"Did you have anything else in mind, dumbass?"
Wednesday 7:00 p.m.
Gerry Saunders got out of the cab in the East Village and began to wander up and down the streets in an attempt to find Deena. He tried all the likely looking places he saw but to no avail. He finally stopped in a health food restaurant and had something to eat. He had forgotten that he hadn't eaten since that morning and he was beginning to feel it.
He sat there watching the different girls as they moved in and out of the restaurant. Some of them seemed to be no older than Deena and were here in the city alone and seemingly on their own.
He had finished the tempura and salad and was finishing the excellent pot of green tea when the young girl walked in. She sat across from him and would occasionally look up at him as if trying to size him up.
Gerry finally decided that someone like this girl might be able to help him locate Deena more easily than he could do alone.
He walked over to her table.
"Excuse me," he began.
"Yes?" she said, looking up at him with a noncommittal expression on her face.
"I'm ... " he began. "I'm ... looking for my daughter. She left home last Saturday and came into the city. I know that she came to the Village area because her boyfriend is here. She is probably looking for him ... or has found him ..."
The girl sat and absorbed what he told her.
"So?" she said and shrugged. "What's so unusual about that?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. She just failed to tell us that she was going. Her mother is very upset and I would like to find her and get her to call her mother and let her know that she is all right and where she is staying."
"You have a photograph?"
Gerry took the photograph out of his pocket and showed it to the girl. She stared at it for a moment or so and then handed it back to him
"I may have seen her," she began. "I tell you what. I might be wrong but you come with me and I think; I might be able to take you to her." The girl got up and handed the menu back to the waitress. "Let's go!"
Gerry watched the young girl's firm, round ass sway from side to side up the worn, dirty stairs. He wondered if this was the kind of place that Deena was in. He didn't think he would like that too much and he knew that Irene wouldn't take to it too well. He wondered if the girl was good in bed ... her ass said she was ... then he suddenly caught himself and roundly cursed himself for his thoughts. You lout ... how would you like it if some old guy was thinking things like that of Deena. This kid is no older than her ... you're really getting impossible Gerry Saunders! Here she is trying to help you and you're thinking of how to get her into bed with you.
It wasn't that he thought like Irene that sex was bad and all of that or at least bad for Deena. She and Barry were fine but she and a guy who was old enough to be her father would be a little much. There could be exceptions but they would be rare. Very rare!
She opened the door to an apartment and walked in. He followed her feeling a bit odd and out of place. It wasn't very big and it looked like several people lived there not one of whom knew the art of cleanliness and tidiness. Gerry almost turned around and went back down the stairs. If Deena was there he didn't want to know about it. But something stopped him. The girl was quickly shedding her clothes while she was walking over to a mattress on the floor.
"Come on over here and make yourself comfortable ... we never stand on ceremony here. Just take off your clothes and relax," she casually told him.
Gerry was so stunned that all thoughts of Deena went right out of his head. He looked at the youthful body flaunting itself at him and found that much to his surprise he was very turned on by it and her brazenness. She wasn't like Victoria who was more cold than brazen and certainly not like Irene who had lost all flair a long time ago.
Then he thought, What the hell ... she's not about to yell cop ... and besides she's really great looking. I'll ignore the filth on the mattress.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and went over to her. She reached up and yanked him down onto the mattress.
"It took you long enough to decide that it was safe," she rebuked him. "Did you think that I was under-aged or just a little diseased? Because if that was the problem I can put you at ease. I'm neither!"
Then she proceeded to take Gerry's cock into her hand, lean over and swallow it whole. Gerry was speechless, almost mindless but definitely not feelingless! He felt the back of her throat working the tip of his cock and her lips working the base of his rod.
He grabbed one of her small breasts and began to squeeze and pinch it. He knew that he wasn't being particularly gentle about his handling of her but then neither was she of him and besides he sensed that she wouldn't like that too much anyway.
She wrapped her tongue around the large tool in her mouth and moved it up and down like she was dredging for oil. She contracted and released the back of her throat on the swollen, smooth tip knowing that every man she had fucked liked that the best of all. She let her lips nibble at the base of the man's cock trying to suck his balls into her mouth along with everything else.
She stroked her nails along his thighs leaving long red welts on his skin. She didn't hurt anybody but she knew that they liked that too. She loved giving pleasure to men. She wasn't really concerned about herself and she just wanted them to be happy. And this guy looked like he needed to be made happy.
Gerry was going crazy from her wild mouth. He looked down at his legs and hoped that the marks would go away by the time he left or he was going to have trouble explaining them away. But they turned him on for now and so did her amazing skill of blowing him. She moved faster and faster with more and more force. He wasn't sure that he was going to be able to hold out and he didn't want to blow it by coming too fast.
He turned himself around where he could get at her cunt. Then he sank his mouth over her passion playground and began to furiously suck on it. He licked and lapped at her clitoris slapping it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. He felt the hard, tiny, stick jump and pulsate from his handling of it.
Slowly he moved his mouth down her slippery gash ... down ... down ... down ... to her hole. There he took his tongue and shoved it inside of her. He let his chin rub against her clitoris so that he could get everywhere at once. Then he took his finger and rammed it up with his tongue. He moved it in and out a few times feeling it rub alongside his tongue, feeling her soft, pliable walls give way to it, feeling her bonfires being stoked and suddenly he pulled out of her cunt and slammed into her ass.
She let out a muffled yelp then proceeded to suck on him even more savagely than before. His finger had gotten good and wet and it slipped right into the tight orifice. He felt the incredible heat of the hole and he felt her incredible muscles tug at his finger. He moved faster and faster over her, grinding his chin into her clitoris and ramming his tongue into her vagina and screwing his finger into her anus.
He could feel her building, feel her squirming and writhing beside him. He knew that she was going to go off at the same time that he did. He worked her faster and harder ... never letting up ... never stopping. He chewed and clawed and growled at her. She chewed and clawed and growled at him. They climbed more and more quickly up the ladder of ecstasy. Then they came! They came with a scream and a roar! He burst his seed straight down her open passageway and she spilled her fluid all over his face.
Gerry took the initiative this time ... he quickly turned around and straddled her ... jerked her up to a sitting position ... lifted her up ... and impaled her on his jutting rod. She let out a low moan as it ripped its way up her hot cave. Her walls vibrated and shuddered against the hard shaft driving Gerry to madness.
He shoved her up and down like he was pumping a well. He wanted to tear her apart, to rip her in half. Somewhere in Gerry's subconscious he was aware that these were entirely new emotions for him. He usually was a soft, gentle person. He wouldn't hurt anyone if he could help it, not even Irene if he thought that there was a way around her enormous guilt feelings. But here he was ravenously ravishing this young girl's fair body.
She couldn't believe it. She was sure that she had gotten a pussycat when she had started the session but somewhere along the way he had changed to a raging, lustful lion. He was fucking her to beat all hell and she found herself loving it. He wasn't hurting her or being cruel; just balling her like she had never ever experienced in all her born days.
She felt her juices spurt out and around them and she felt her cunt shudder in pure, abject delirium. She felt like she was a volcano about to erupt. Her breasts were being jiggled and trembled. Her nipples ached so much that they felt like they were going to pop off and her clitoris felt like it was going to bum up to a crisp. She thought that she just might have her first real orgasm.
Gerry could tell by her unusual activity and frenzied motion that this was something special. Maybe she's going to have her first orgasm, he thought. That made him fuck her even harder. He pumped and drilled feeling the sperm crawl its way up his tube dragging his guts with it. He dived and drove into her feeling his tip spread with anticipation of his jet-stream come, knowing that this was going to be one of the best orgasms he had ever had.
She thought it was never going to stop. She was up there higher than she had ever been and she thought she was never going to come down. Suddenly she felt him slam into her womb. Pain ... electrical pain seared through her and she let out a scream to beat all screams. The .pleasure-pain surged over her wave after wave until she thought that she wasn't going to be able to stand it any longer.
Then just as she was going over he pulled out of her pussy and slammed his already spurting shaft into her ass. It was all too much for her. She felt a great dizziness overcome her. She felt herself waver between passing out and flipping out. She hovered as second after second slowly dragged by. Then the stars appeared! The universe revealed its splendors for her! The pearly gates of heaven opened up and took her in! She was having her first orgasm and it was going to last into infinity!
Gerry felt her spasm ... heard her scream ... and felt himself let loose! Guts ... passion ... lust ... everything came with it!
"Thank you, Mister," she finally whispered.
Wednesday 8:00 p.m.
Barry and Kit walked into the small Italian restaurant and he pointed at a table way off in the back. There was hardly anyone in the place and the old waiter seemed to be pleased to see someone, anyone, to break what had obviously been a dull evening.
The waiter looked at them and found them a secluded table-booth and lit the candle. He handed them menus and went away into the back of the place.
"Looks like it would make a good place to hide out from people that you wanted to avoid," Kit commented as she studied the menu.
"No kidding but I understand from Dave that the food's great!"
They ordered and ate with great gusto. Dave had been right. As they were sitting drinking their coffee Kit moved around in the booth so that she was sitting next to Barry. He felt her hand begin to caress his knee as she put her head on his shoulder.
Barry liked for Kit to touch him. It made him feel warm and funny inside. No one had ever had that effect on him before.
"Mmmmrnrnm," she began, Til bet that you're horny."
"Whatever gives you that idea?"
"Just a feeling." She continued to play with his knee. "Are you?"
"That's like asking me if I like ice cream. I'm always horny!"
She began to undo his fly. She pulled the zipper down and reached inside and smiled when she had found what she was looking for.
"My, my, look what I found." She ran her fingernail over the tip as she cuddled closer to him.
"You're gonna get us thrown out of here if you keep that up," he told her. He looked around to see where the waiter was.
"Don't be so nervous," she told him as she fished him out of his pants. She placed both hands around his cock and rolled it back and forth between them.
Barry was so turned on by this time that he felt like fucking right there on the table. He noticed that Kit had moved her skirt back to where he could see that she had no panties on underneath it: This sent shivers of anticipation up his spine.
She took his hand and placed it between her legs and he felt the dampness of her pubic hair as he gently massaged the firm mound. J
"Do you know what I'm going to have for dessert?" she asked him.
"Spumoni?" he quipped.
"Spermoni!" she joked back.
He reached up and jiggled one of her tits. "I think I would like a milk shake," he told her.
She pulled one of the string ties that held the shift on her shoulders and let the material fall to one side revealing one of her firm, ripe breasts.
Barry leaned over and nibbled at the hardening nipple. He felt it begin to grow even harder as he grazed his tongue back and forth over it. He heard the waiter coming down the aisle and raised the shoulder strap back in place.
Kit had placed a napkin over his open fly after she had gotten his cock and balls out of his pants.
The waiter didn't seem to notice anything wrong as he asked them if they would like anything for dessert.
Barry had the great temptation to order spermoni for Kit and then decided better.
The waiter poured them both another cup of steaming coffee and left them to their own designs again.
"Do you always do things like this in restaurants?" Barry asked as she went back to playing with him.
"Only with those people I happen to like a lot," she answered, raising the napkin up to stare at his ramrod cock jumping back and forth. "Oh yes ... I managed to blow a friend of mine on the New York Thruway in the back seat of a convertible. And," she continued, "we didn't even stop for the toll booths. They all thought I had fallen asleep with my head in his lap!"
Barry laughed at the story and went back to playing under her skirt. He moved the pubic hair back so that he could feel the hot flesh of her cunt lips against his fingers.
Kit took the pat of butter that had been left on the table and let it melt over the tip of his cock and run down between her fingers.
Barry felt the butter as it squished between Kit's fingers and ran down over his balls.
He felt the wet, sticky fluid that was pouring from Kit's hole and he wanted to bury his cock inside that slick hole but here was not the place for that. He knew what Kit had in mind. She was going to make him come and take him in her mouth.
"I'll bet you can't make me come without using your hands," he challenged.
"Watch me!" she said taking him up on his bet. She lowered her mouth down onto him and tasted the butter that had spread all over his jutting rod. She ate him like corn on the cob. She bit and sucked trying to get everything he had inside him to come out at one time. Not one of these spurt, spurt, spurt things but just one huge blast of hot, sticky come.
He tried to hold it back but the minute he felt her spread her legs and let his fingers slide up inside that juicy hole he went over like a shot!
She took every drop of his come and sucked her way off his now drooping rod. Then with no warning she kissed him full on the mouth and forced his own come in between his lips as she ran her tongue into his mouth. He felt the hot semen as it ran to the back of his throat and then he was swallowing it!
It tasted salty and tangy. He remembered the one time he had experimented with tasting his own come. It had been years before and he hadn't particularly cared for the taste but now he could taste the butter and the slight taste of the coffee and it was great!
Kit put his cock back in his pants.
"I win," she said as she zipped his fly back up.
"Yeah ... you sure do!"
"Now I'll take my winnings." She called the waiter from the front of the restaurant and ordered a spumoni. As the waiter went to get it they both broke up in peals of happy laughter.
PART VI - FRIDAY
Friday 2:00 p.m.
Deena Saunders and Janet walked into the uptown photography studio and went down the hall to the office. Janet introduced Deena to the man behind the desk who looked Deena over with a professional eye.
"She'll do," he mumbled past his -cigar. He handed them both forms to sign and went back to reading the racing form.
Deena studied the form and then asked Janet what it was.
"That's a release," she told Deena as she took out a pen and signed her copy. She handed the pen to Deena and she signed her copy. Janet put them both back on the desk and the man with the cigar didn't even bother to look up. He handed them both a hundred dollar bill out of a drawer and kept right on reading.
Then Janet took her down another hall to what passed for a studio. There was a man with a beard adjusting a movie camera and another youngish boy adjusting some lights over a gigantic bed.
"Come on this way, Deena. Ill show you where we change!"
Deena could see that Janet was getting turned on already. Deena knew that this was going to be what was referred to as 'hard core' but it paid a hundred dollars for an hour's work so she wasn't going to complain. Besides, she had made it already with Janet and for free. She was beginning to think it would be a goof to do it on the bed in front of the cameras. Then maybe she would get a copy of the film and get off just watching it later when she was with Barry. This she decided would be all the modeling she would have to do for awhile and she could get back to the task of finding Barry again.
They walked into a small, dirty dressing-room and quickly stripped out of their clothes. Deena had remembered not to wear any underwear this time so as not to have to go through getting rid of marks on her body. Then Janet led her back to the large bed and the cameras.
"Okay, girls, this is a loop ... so nothing fancy. Just do it sexy and we'll shoot it," the young man said in a slightly bored voice.
Deena was a little upset about the complacency with which she was told to make it with Janet but she guessed that they must get pretty bored doing this all the time. She and Janet lay down on the bed and spread out. Janet immediately got over Deena and she got up on her knees and waddled up to Deena's face. Then she slowly lowered her sweet, juicy cunt onto Deena's mouth.
Deena felt the slippery wet skin close over her mouth. She felt the squishiness of it as she pressed against it with her tongue. She tasted Janet's tangy fluid when she shoved her tongue inside of her. She reached up and started to massage Janet's ass ... pulling her crack apart ... then slamming it together. She knew that she was getting more and more turned on herself and that she wanted Janet to play with her and desperately wanted her to fuck her.
"Hey you on the top. Bend backwards and finger the other one," a disembodied voice yelled at them.
Janet did as she was told and Deena got her wish. Janet was fingerfucking her.
Janet shoved one then two fingers up Deena's boiling hot cunt. She felt the walls clamp down and suck her fingers up further. She knew that Deena was really flipped out over the whole idea of making it in front of cameras. After the other session she was all for trying the movie. Now Janet was ramming and twisting her fingers in and out of her with all the ferocity that she could muster.
Faster and faster she moved, matching her stabs at Deena to Deena's stabs at her. They were driving each other wild and were oblivious of the cameras. They were oblivious to the world ... faster and faster ... harder and harder. They twisted and turned ... writhed and contorted against each other. They were building it ... building it ... building. Then the dam burst and the two of them came at the same time!
They were so wrapped up in each other that they couldn't stop. Janet rolled off of Deena and lifted her ass off the bed. She slipped her finger up Deena's ass, her thumb up Deena's cunt and her tongue over Deena's clitoris. Then she started to move them all at once.
Deena thought she was going to go crazy. She felt that every part of her had been invaded and she thought that the whole world had suddenly become one mass erotic sensation. She reeled ... she fell ... she rose ... she thought she was dying ... she thought she was being reborn again. She thought the world had turned into electricity ... into pain ... into pleasure ... into passion ... into a padded cell and she was the inmate.
Janet was working her like she was going to be stopped by some great being in the sky in the next second and she had to get it done now! She rammed and shoved ... slammed and stabbed ... drilled and drove ... poked and pushed ... twisted and turned ... she had to have Deena screaming! She had to make her beg! She had to give Deena everything that she had ... all the lust ... all the wantonness ... all the carnal emotions that she had ever felt!
Deena knew that Janet was long gone and she knew that she, Deena, was long gone and that they might never find their way back but it was going to be great where they were going. They were going and going, screaming and tearing along, ripping the room asunder, rending the cameras in two and rending the universe in two. They were not to be stopped and they were not to be shifted from their pastime.
Faster and faster ... going ... going ... climbing ... careening towards the hyper-universe! Then they twisted inside out! They flip-flopped into orgasm! They burnt up and crumbled! They hurled against the wall and shattered! Finally they lay still.
"Hey you two. I've been calling you for the last fifteen minutes. We forgot the film," the young man said.
"Typical fuck-up for this place," Janet commented wryly.
Friday 3:20 p.m.
"Yes, Victoria," Gerry Saunders said as he punched the button on the phone.
"Gerry ... I think I've got a lead on Deena!"
Gerry listened as Victoria explained to him about the modeling studio in midtown and how she had been walking down the street when she had seen a girl who looked just like Deena's photograph going into one of the sleazy studios with a girl that Victoria knew to be into porno movies.
"I'll pick you up in five minutes, Victoria. Where are you?"
She gave him an address in the Fifties and he wrote it on a note pad, hung up the phone and left the office.
Friday 3:47 p.m.
Gerry and Victoria walked into the building that housed the studio and found the owner or manager. He at first claimed that he didn't know the girl in the photograph but with some well-placed threats he finally admitted that she had been there.
"But she signed a release so you can't touch us!" he yelped.
Gerry looked him up and down.
"I wouldn't want to touch you," he said calmly.
They managed to dig an address out of the man and left.
Friday 4:35 p.m.
Deena collapsed on the sofa after the exhausting afternoon. It had been interesting doing the movie with Janet but it had been draining physically. She sat there regaining some of her composure when she heard a knock on the door. She went to it and put the chain on. Then, cracking the door, she peered out into the hall. There, standing in the hall was her father and some woman that she had never seen.
"May we come in?" Deena's father asked.
She looked at them somewhat stunned for a moment and then undid the chain and let them into the apartment.
"Why didn't you let us know where you were going," Gerry asked as Victoria walked over and sat down in a chair next to the window. "Don't you know your mother has been having hysterics for days?"
"I'm sorry Father but there just wasn't time and after what was happening between the two of you I didn't think you'd even miss me!"
"Well now, that's just not the case, young lady," he said, trying to sound indignant like he thought a father should.
"Who is that?" Deena asked nodding toward Victoria.
"That is Victoria Wittenberg, a close friend of mine that has helped me find ..."
"Sure!" Deena said, a touch of irony in her voice.
Gerry knew that she knew and that it was going to do no good to keep it from her. He told her about Victoria and that he had been in favor of her being in the city.
They talked a while and Deena- tried to call her mother to let her know where she was but no one was home.
Friday 5:30 p.m.
Dave Evans banged on Kit Knowles' apartment door and tried to slow down his pounding pulse as he waited for someone to open the door.
Barry finally came to the door and let him in.
"Listen!" Dave began. "I think we've all got trouble!"
"Slow down, man. Tell me what's happened."
Dave explained to Barry about Deena having split to the city on Saturday to find him and that she had been missing since.
"And to top it off, Deena's mother and my mother have been at it on the phone today. Deena's mother is on her way to my place now!"
Barry told Dave to go back there and stall her.
"I'll do what I can. I've already cleaned house. All the grass is somewhere else."
Dave left and headed back for his place and Barry sat down and explained the whole thing to Kit.
