Lying stark naked on my back, the heated water-bed spreading its soothing warmth up through my body, I didn't realize that the window had been opened until a cool breeze wafted across the room and started doing funny groovy-feeling things to my taut, pink-nippled tits. Shivering deliciously, I could feel my nipples rise pecker-like into tiny, twin erections. I couldn't resist the temptation to help nature along a little with the smooth palms of my hands which I began circling ever so gently across die tops of my firm little apple-shaped knockers.
Suddenly I heard die stealthy padding of feet coming across the rug and I peered into the dark-in anticipation, not alarm. I'd been praying he'd come tonight and now I was almost sure he had. A thin shaft of moonlight enabled me to realize that I was right! His even, white teeth gleamed as he quickly made his way towards me, smiling.
I sighed softly, closed my eyes in wild anticipation, and almost unconsciously began readying my hot little snatch for what I knew lay just ahead-one royal cunt stretch. Moving as if with a life of their own, the long, shapely fingers of my right hand crept over my silken young thighs and then dipped into my already oozing little box. They were just about to do a little preliminary clit-flicking when I realized that he was standing over me-shaking his head with a grin.
I understood instantly. The shake of his head meant "leave the driving to us"-and I was only too happy to oblige. My hand dropped limply at my side and my legs instinctively splayed outwards, revealing my mossy little love grotto to his increasingly lust-ridden gaze. As usual he was naked, as if I really gave a shit where he left his clothes before climbing in my window! He could walk the streets in the buff as long as he got here! A barely audible gasp escaped my lips as his lean, muscular body came into full view. As usual, he too was ready for action. His long, thick hunk of man meat stood out from his crotch like some giant tent pole. I wanted to be cool, but it was impossible. As he climbed up on the bed to join me I reached out and lunged for his prick with my small, greedy hand, trying to encircle it's girth completely (which I couldn't) and drag it towards my pulsating quim.
He gently removed my hand and lowered his head to a point just below my navel. His tongue snaked out and began licking and swirling its way closer and closer to my heat. I began to moan and writhe, but he was determined to take things at his speed, despite my obvious desire to have him bury his meat inside me as quickly as possible.
So I resigned myself to suffer the prolonged ecstatic torture he was grinningly subjecting me to. As his tongue suddenly slid into my eager hole, my tight little ass began spasming up from the bed in uncontrollable jerks and heaves. I almost threw him off and out of me, but he hung in like a veteran bronc rider. His oral member stabbed its way deeper and deeper into my cunt and his work paid off in spades as my love juices trickled down from the innermost recesses of my hot channel, over and around his wildly lapping tongue and onto my flexed thighs.
My ever increasing moans and movements against his face fired his lust even more. He began using his now rigid tongue like a prick-thrusting in and out with such speed and frenzy that it literally made my head spin. "Yeees! Oh, yes! More ... more! Faster ... arghhhhh!!!" The words and animal sounds leaped from my mouth as he whipped my pussy into a seething vat of clenching muscles and hot, frothy vaginal juices. My brain screamed silently as I approached my first climax. "Ahhhh! DON'T STOP!!!"
Suddenly the door opened and light poured into my room. Looking down I saw my fingers thrusting like pistons into my wildly climaxing cunt. Another dream! Still barely conscious of what I was doing I whipped the sheet over my quaking body.
And just in time! Standing in the doorway, as though a little hesitant to enter, was my darling mother. She switched on the overhead light and I instinctively shielded my eyes from the unwelcome glare. "She knows what I've been doing in my sleep," I thought to myself as she walked quickly towards me, "but she's so damned uptight in her own head that shell insist on playing out that dumb little charade of hers."
I managed a little smile as she bent over me and put an "anxious" hand on my forehead. "It seems like you've had another one of your terrible nightmares, Cindy darling." Cindy darling! Christ! When is she going to face up to the fact that while I might be a little girl chronologically, my body and my sexual desires-especially my desires-are fully developed? When is she going to face the fact that age doesn't always determine when a person is going to come alive sexually or mature physically?
I know that, as far as my dear, sexually hung-up mother is concerned, I am simply a fifteen-year-old girl-nothing more, nothing less. If it wasn't for the fact that I know she'd fall to pieces if I told her the truth about myself, I'd have done so six months ago when my full sexual awakening took place. But, far be it from me to be the one to pull the plug on her neurotic inability to face the truth.
"Yes, mom. Another nightmare. But it wasn't all that terrible this time." Of course it wasn't! I managed to come before she came rushing in to save her "little baby" from whatever evil monsters she pretended I was busy fighting off. Thank Peter for small favors!
She pursed her lips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Now you just go back to sleep. Everything will be alright. Just remember, your father and I are just down the hall-so there's nothing to be afraid of." The only thing I was afraid of was what was going on down that hall-which was precisely nothing. Poor Papa Jax (the nickname I gave my dad when I first learned to talk). I'd watched, crouched in the hallway, as he pleaded with her to "loosen up" and enjoy sex.
As far as I could tell, my folks used to ball like crazy until a couple of years ago. I mean, when I was a little kid I could hear them fucking their brains out and a few times I even got up enough nerve to watch through their slightly open door. But then, suddenly, it seemed as though my mother just turned off, and my father, try as he might, couldn't get her to say why. He'd talk patiently and gently to her until he was blue in the face and finally, once in a while, she'd say something like "Oh, alright Jax! If it means that much to you." Then he'd climb aboard and bang away at her unresisting twat while she just lay there with her legs spread and her eyes closed.
But I figured that things would have to change and they did. About six months ago Papa Jax started staying out really late. My mother never asked where he'd been-and he never volunteered any information. But the pleadings behind their bedroom doors stopped-at just about the time my dreamy, sleeping finger-fucking began. At times I would wake up in the throes of a violent climax and wish it was Papa Jax instead of my fantasy-fucker who was slamming his way into my aching hot snatch. I never felt any guilt about imagining myself balling Papa Jax, because, I guess, my love for him was so great that I had a deep, almost unconscious desire to give him what my mother apparently couldn't.
I had never mentioned it to him, but as I watched my mother leave my room I had the strange feeling that it wouldn't be too long before I would. Smiling to myself I slipped my hand under the sheet and began idly toying with my still unsatisfied pussy. As I massaged my twitching clit I closed my eyes and gently fingered myself into a nice, quiet climax-my head swimming with visions and dreams of Papa Jax cutting into me like a long, glistening knife into hot butter.
And like my mother always said: "If you wish hard enough, honey, your dreams will all come true." "You bet your ass they will, mommy!" I thought, drifting off into sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a warm Saturday morning and I was lying in the sun beside our pool. My mother had gone to the office-she was a real glutton for punishment. She always claimed that she had to work because Papa Jax didn't "bring home the bacon" on a regular enough basis. Bullshit! We always had plenty to eat, a nice house and good clothes. She just wanted more, while Papa Jax (he was a gambler) was more interested in having time for the groovy things in life-like sex, good food, movies and more sex.
But like I said earlier, Papa Jax wasn't getting much from mom-and he didn't seem too happy with what he was getting from the other women. Don't ask me how I know-I just know.
Like, right now, he's sitting in a chair reading a book. Trying to read would be more like it. I've been watching him closely for the last few minutes and I can tell he's not really into reading. For one thing the book isn't about sex, but there's a giant bulge in the front of his tiny, European-style bikini bathing suit. So I've got to figure that he's got his mind on other things-like sweet, delectable pussy. I really would like to comfort him and please him, but I've got to admit I'm still afraid to come right out and tell him that I know what's bothering him-and that I'd be only too willing to help. If he'd only realize....
Suddenly he looked over at me and grinned-as if he could read my mind! I grinned back and unconsciously crossed my legs a couple of times. He stood up and walked over to me. Could he ... ? But I didn't have time to finish my thought. He sat down beside me and ran a finger teasingly along my leg.
"A penny for your thoughts, Princess." I could feel myself blushing furiously and he laughed: "C'mon! They couldn't be that bad-or could they?" He winked and continued tracing invisible patterns on the inside of my thigh. Christ! It was driving me crazy. I knew it was now or never.
"Papa Jax," I blurted, "would you think it was bad if I told you that when you touch me like that I get all hot and gooey inside?" A slight smile started to form in the corners of his mouth, but he quickly caught himself and, very seriously, looked me straight in the eye.
"Bad, Princess? No way. You're reacting to conventional moral taboos which sometimes makes people feel guilty even when there's no reason to." He gently toyed with my damp, long blond hair. 'I've been watching you struggling with yourself for quite a while, but I knew that you had to bring things out in the open-not me." His intelligence and sensitivity never ceased to amaze me.
I decided to take the conversation to its logical conclusion quickly and bluntly. "Papa Jax," I whispered, I'd love to reach into your bathing suit, pull out your cock and suck it forever!" His eyes twinkled-and the bulge in his suit seemed to twitch as if it had a mind of its own.
"Is that all you'd like to do?," he grinned.
"No!," I answered-no longer whispering. "I want to have it deep inside me-fucking me like crazy!"
The look that crept across his face can only be described as one of pure love. He hugged me to him and then, ever so gently, kissed me full on the mouth. His warm, wet tongue slithered into my oral cavity and began licking its way around in maddening little circles. I was getting horny as hell and he knew it. I could feel a shudder pass quickly through his warm, strong body. He paused in his kissing for a moment and said: "Are you sure this is what you want, Princess?"
My strictly non-verbal answer was directly to the point. I reached my hand down into his suit and, gasping with barely controlled desire, yanked his semi-hard dong into view. I wanted to play with it for a while, but I just couldn't wait. I jumped down off the lawn chair and knelt beside my beautiful, sexy, understanding father. His quickened breath and shining eyes told me he couldn't wait much longer either. As I lowered my head towards his crotch I realized that any guilt I had felt before had vanished.
Papa Jax's excitement revealed itself even more in the form of a small drop of suppressed come-dew which glistened on the tip of his long, thick cock head. I looked at it-momentarily mesmerized. Then, with a giggle of pure enjoyment, I ever so gently removed the drop of jism with a swipe of my tongue. Papa Jax squirmed. Then, closing my eyes out of sheer ecstasy, I opened my mouth and then closed it over the head of his cock. My first instinct was to suck and suck hard-and that's exactly what I began to do.
With my tongue doing a dance of its own on the silky surface of his now pulsating and ever growing prick, Papa Jax groaned and started working his fingers into my thick silken blond hair. As I sucked away deliriously on his candy root, his strong, masculine hands gently-but firmly-urged my head down ever further. Gasping a little with so much cock in my mouth, I nevertheless was determined to take as much of that sweet, sweet all-day sucker as I possibly could. At one point a picture of my mother watching us flashed through my head and I couldn't help giggling.
"What's so funny, Princess?" gasped Papa Jax.
"Nothing, daddy. I just thought how shocked mom would be if she could see us now. And it's too bad-'cause now I really know what kind of fun she's been missing out on."
While I was talking-out of the side of my mouth-I never let up on his prick. It had grown to such huge proportions that I wondered if he could ever get it inside my aching, virgin cunt. As I licked, sucked and crooned to myself in absolute delight, it suddenly dawned on me that Papa Jax was groaning even louder and his prick was jumping and twitching like a convulsive snake.
Then Papa Jax began thrusting his cock in and out of my wet-lipped mouth cunt and I knew that he was close to spilling his load. My own climax wasn't too far off either--the excitement of what we were doing having oiled it and sent it into a fit of cunt contractions. Then, all of a sudden, it happened.
Papa Jax's enormous cock began to buck and throb, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth over it and work away. With a long, drawn-out moan he squeezed my head in his hands and pumped into my mouth with blinding speed. My head began to reel as the warm, thick, salty come started spurting out of his dick and splashing against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it just kept coming.
In the meantime my left hand, which had wandered down to my burning box, began massaging my erect clitoris. It was all I needed. While Papa Jax continued to jerk and spurt in my mouth I screamed through almost closed lips as a violent orgasm began to shake my body like a jackhammer. As Papa Jax's seemingly never-ending stream of hot love juice washed down my eager throat, I could feel my own cunt fluids flow out of my box and onto my hand which continued to manipulate my. clit. It was incredible! Absolutely incredible! I knew at that moment that my days of fantasy-fucking were over. I guess once you've tried the real thing nothing else can really take its place.
As these thoughts passed through my fevered brain I realized that Papa Jax had stopped coming-but I was still sucking gently on his still rock-hard prick. Some of his jism had managed to elude my sucking and had dripped down the length of his gorgeous cunt-stretcher. Lovingly I began licking the remaining juices off his cock stem. He groaned and finally, as I was giving his dick one last swipe, he gently pulled my head up out of his crotch. Smiling, he paid me a compliment I will never forget:
"Princess, I thought I had been blown by the best-but I was wrong. That was spectacular! I can't wait to see how good you'll become once you get a little more practice."
I smiled with delight and kissed him tenderly: "Papa Jax. I have the feeling you'll be the first to know how good I'm gonna get."
We both laughed and then he kissed me again. In a flash I knew that today's feast wasn't over yet. In fact, I realized that it had really just begun. Papa Jax, the sly fox that he was, read me like a book and grinned:
"Shall we continue this little adventure inside?" I just grinned back.
It was really warm in the house. Papa Jax and I walked into his bedroom and it was even hotter. Then I remembered that the air conditioner had broken down last night and that somebody was supposed to come fix it later today. Although we were both sticky with sweat, it didn't stop us from making a beeline for the big brass bed which stood in the far corner of the room.
Papa Jax ran a finger lovingly up inside the cheeks of my hard little ass and I shivered and giggled at the same time. The combination of his finger and the room temperature was really making me sweat. "Why don't we take a nice, cool shower, daddy?" I purred. His eyes twinkled, as though my suggestion had triggered off some groovy thoughts in his head as to just what we might do in the shower aside from cooling off.
"Anything you say, Cindy," he chuckled. He took my hand as we walked towards the bathroom.
Once inside we didn't waste any time. He got a fresh bar of musk-scented soap, reached in and turned on the shower and then turned back to face me. "I hope you realize," he said in a mock serious tone, "just what happens to a man in a cold shower.
He tends to go a little ... ah ... limp," I giggled and pointed at his rock-hard pecker which stood out and away from his crotch as if defying gravity and putting the lie to his last remark.
"You could jump into a tub of fucking ice cubes and nothing would affect that!" I said.
He laughed and kissed me: "So I've got me a smart ass for a daughter, huh?"
I stuck my tongue out at him in a teasing gesture: "Afraid so, Papa Jax." Then, mock defiantly: "What do you plan to do about it?"
His answer was quick in coming. Chuckling, he crouched down in the shower and quickly bent my supple young body across his lap. Then gently, but with increasing force, he began slapping my slippery, wet ass with the flat of his ham like hand. At first it stung and I wriggled around like a fish on a hook. But then, strangely enough, the little bit of pain subsided and a sensuous warmth began to spread throughout my body. As he continued his "love whacks," the warmth increased.
But Papa Jax was no fool. He quickly realized that. his "punishment" was working in reverse. "Looks like spanking my little girl doesn't have the same effect it used to," he laughed.
"Oh daddy", I purred, "If you only knew!"
"If I only knew what?", he replied, a bit puzzled.
I laughed out loud: "I've been getting off on your spanking for about the last two years-but I didn't realize just how much until now!"
He joined in laughing and gave me one more open-handed swat on the buttocks for good measure, "Ohhhh! Shit! That feels so damned good! Don't stop!" I moaned.
But he did stop. He lifted me up into a standing position and took the musk soap from the dish fastened to the shower wall. He pretended as though he would switch "punishments" by soaping my mouth, and I giggled. "Where should I start?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"Anywhere you like," I said.
Where he liked turned out to be my tight little ass. He worked the soap around and around, building up one hell of a lather. It felt terrific-much groovier than when I washed myself. When my bum was good and lathered, he put the soap back in the dish and then gently worked his index finger in between the cheeks of my ass. I immediately knew what he-was up to, but I wasn't scared. I knew he would never really hurt me intentionally and I trusted him completely.
As if sensing what was passing through my mind, he began using his finger so gently and tenderly that sparks of pure, animalistic pleasure coursed through my tingling body.
Suddenly his finger began pressing gently, but urgently, at my puckered little anus. "Does it hurt?" he asked, with genuine concern in his voice. I could only moan my answer and, understanding instantly, he continued with his probing.
Little by little my tight little bum hole gave way to his tenderly demanding digit. And then-it was inside! "Ahhhh! Christ, it's incredible," I shrieked. He didn't comment, but just continued to work his finger in deeper. For a moment I imagined that he would somehow be able to reach right up to my intestines-and the image sent new and different thrills of excitement shivering through me.
While Papa Jax diddled me with increasing speed and urgency, I realized that I was being selfish-taking all the pleasure he was doling out without giving in return.
Taking the soap, I began lathering up his cock and balls. His prick, already concrete-hard, somehow seemed to get even harder and bigger as I sensually lathered the pungent-smelling soap up and down his pole.
Then, dropping the soap, I began running both my little hands up and down the length of his super-hard man root. This only served to make him groan and work his finger more frantically inside my anal cavity.
Bending down, for an instant, Papa Jax retrieved the soap and then began putting his free hand to work. As I tickled, squeezed and stroked his penis and testicles and squirmed my ass around on his finger, a new sensation entered the picture. He began soaping my honey hole with delicate and sensitive swirling motions. I thought I'd go crazy with pure pleasure!
As his hand massaged my soapy clitoris, 'skyrockets of sensation exploded in my brain! "Oh daddy! Oh my God, daddy!" I screamed. "I'm going to come again!"
As the words were wrenched from my mouth, my hands began stroking up and down his pulsating prick with a blinding fury. "Wait for me, Princess!" he yelled. "Pm right there with you!"
Popping three fingers into my foaming box, he started churning them around inside me like a Mixmaster gone mad. I closed my eyes and waited for the mind-bending orgasm which I knew was only moments away.
His cock began to jump and twitch in my hands as though it were alive! "I'm coming, godamnit! I'm coming hard!" he yelled and my screams mingled with his.
"Good daddy! Good! Good! Good! I'm ready to explode!" I cried.
Then we were both there. His cock began to thrust and pulsate and I helped him along with a final bit of handiwork. His fingers were slurping around in my sopping vaginal passage and I bit his arm as my whole being burst apart with the fury of my orgasm. Our moans mingled and soared.
We held each other tight while our bodies went through their final spasms. The cool water from the shower felt really great and I imagined that I could hear it sizzle as it beat down upon our lust-hot bodies.
I looked down at Papa Jax's prick. Miraculously, it seemed to me, his dong was still in a semi-hard state of erection. "Wow! daddy!" I exclaimed with a certain degree of innocent awe. "You've come twice in less than a half-hour and it still isn't soft."
He answered me quite seriously. "It's a funny thing," he mused, "but when a man is with a woman who turns him on to an incredible degree, he can sometimes stay hard for hours."
I listened to this perfectly plausible explanation, all the while continuing to soap his beautiful, hard-muscled body. "You know," he continued softly, "I can't remember the last time a woman got to me the way you do."
I felt myself blushing with pride. "You're just saying that," I said.
He gave my cunt hairs a little tweak of affection. "Have I ever lied to you?" he asked.
"Not that I can remember," I replied. Then I was silent for a moment. "What is it, Princess?" he said quietly.
"I was just thinking about mom," I answered. "I was thinking of all she must have been missing since ..."
"Since we stopped making it the way we did in the old days?" he queried.
I nodded my head. He smiled: "I'll tell you all about it some other time. If s a long story-and not a very happy one. Especially as far as your mom Is concerned."
Then, as if to break the mood we had stumbled into, he turned the shower handle into its coldest position and then jerked the nozzle so that it hit me full in the face. The tingling pinpricks of icy water felt refreshing and stimulating. "You always seem to know just what I'm gonna like, don't you?" I gasped.
He smiled: "Want me to guess what you'd like to do now?" I nodded, returning his warm smile.
Without a word he scooped me up in his arms and carried me, still dripping wet, over to the huge, brass bed. He set me down gently and then returned to the shower stall. A moment later he emerged carrying a large rough-textured bath towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to dry me off-from bottom to top.
First he rubbed vigorously at my little feet and then worked his way up my long tanned legs. The roughness of the cloth worked a certain magic on my body-drying and firing up my easily triggered desires at the same time. By the time the towel neared my squeaky-clean crotch area, I could barely lie still. As though sensing my charged state, Papa Jax rubbed the towel against my moist pubis with a soft, tickling motion. My ass squirmed and wriggled in reply.
But the drying process was having its effect on him too. He began to breathe a little harder and speeded up the action of the towel. By the time he'd made it to my titties, he was working with the speed and agility of a master shoeshine boy. The towel snapped and crackled as its rough, cat's tongue-like surface whipped my nipples into a state of pointy-hard erection. I began to writhe and moan and my sounds served to spur Papa Jax on to finish the job as fast as he could.
After toweling my face and hair in a rather halfhearted way, he tossed the towel to the floor and then turned back to face me. I lay quietly on my back, waiting for my next lesson from my first, and most incredible, sex instructor.
It wasn't long in coming. The toweling had fired him up and his cock was once again stiff and obviously ready for more action.
'Take me, Papa Jax!" I crooned. "Take me, please! Fuck me to death with your wild wiener! Make a real woman out of me ... but do it NOW!!!"
"Do you think you can take my foot-long cunt-stretcher?" he said teasingly.
I was almost out of my tree with excitement. "I can take anything you give," I answered with a moan. Papa Jax just nodded and smiled. His big hands spread my legs apart and he lowered his face quickly into my muff.
"Mmmm, what a delectable little box lunch!" he chuckled. "The musk soap really mixes nicely with your own love smell."
He then commenced to eat me out good and proper. Instead of teasing me a little like he'd done earlier outside, he didn't mess around with subtleties. His long curved tongue snaked its way right into my clenching cunt passage. It darted and thrust and reamed-and my ass started a little dance of its own in response.
Within a couple of minutes-which seemed like a beautiful, lust-ridden eternity-his tongue had started my love juices sluicing down my channel. I could hear him lapping them up with relish. "My God, Princess! I could suck you off all day!"
But I couldn't wait a second longer to feel the length and thickness of his monster cock working its way into my seething pussy. "Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!" I begged. My whole body was jerking and writhing and he saw that the time we'd both been trying to build up to gradually had come.
Without a word, he slithered his warm, supple and hard-muscled body over mine. I spread my legs apart as far as I could to give him easy access to my honey hole. Then, reaching down between us with my hand, I grabbed his enormous prick and steered it towards my center of sexuality.
Papa Jax took over from there. He started rubbing his smooth, blood-filled cock head in between the labial lips of my lusting cunt. On the upstroke the bulb of his prick rubbed deliciously against my tingling and erect clitoris. "Mmmmm, yes! Put it in! Please put it all the way in!!!" I moaned.
I finally got my wish. With a steady, but gentle pressure he began pushing into my pussy-my amazingly tight little hole which had experienced only loving fingers up to this point in my life. I could feel the muscles of my virgin vagina give way under the determined penetrating power of his prick. Little by little it moved up into the far reaches of my cunt until-at last!-most of it was in.
Or so I thought. With a grunt of pure pleasure Papa Jax pulled back a couple of inches and then stroked downward with a rush which made me gasp in a sensual mixture of pleasure and mild pain. "My good God!" I thought, "How fucking big can it be?"
I got my answer. With one powerful lunge daddy stuffed his outsized member all the way in. We were locked together in an age-old embrace-an embrace I'd dreamed about for years. It was even groovier than I ever imagined. But I didn't have the time or inclination for any spacing-out at this moment. My entire being was focused on the incredible fucking Papa Jax was giving me.
I squirmed around like an eel-my ass rotating around on the end of his giant cock. Papa Jax flexed his cock muscles and it felt as though my cunt would burst with the fullness it was experiencing.
I thrust my ass up off the bed, my back arching in the same motion. He grinned and thrust back on a violent downstroke. "Arggg! You're splitting me in two!" I screamed. But my screams were those of wild and intense erotic pleasure. I began to meet his strokes and, in a moment, we were moving together in such a natural way that I felt we'd been doing this all my life.
Papa Jax speeded up the tempo and my body felt as though it was coming apart. I began to shake in a paroxysm of impending orgasm. "I'm gonna come! Oh, sweet, beautiful Papa Jax, I'm gonna come!!!"
"Do it sweetheart! Come like you've never come before!" he yelled. His cock was now driving in and out of my cunt like a pile driver gone berserk. My ass ground and churned against his cock and then I was there. My entire body went rigid and my eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets. I panted and moaned in a frenzy of long-suppressed libidinal lust and then I was there. As my cunt spurted its orgasmic juices, my eyes closed. Flashes of light ripped through my head and I began to shake uncontrollably. "Ahhhhh! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! COMING! COMING! COMING!" I screamed.
Papa Jax held himself motionless as my orgasm peaked and exploded. My cunt contracted so tightly that it made him moan with sensual pain. I thought my climax would never end and I quite honestly hoped it never would. But gradually my body calmed down until I was once again lying quietly on my back. Little tremors of post-climactic excitement whipped through my body. Papa Jax stayed on top of me, his prick still embedded deeply inside my clasping cunt.
Finally all was quiet. A lazy, satiated smile crept over my face and I looked directly into my beautiful daddy's eyes. "Thank you, Papa Jax. You made me a complete woman. I'd always prayed that you would be the first."
"But not the last, Princess," he said softly. I knew exactly what he meant. There would be other men in my life and he knew it. But it didn't upset him. He was happy for me. I could feel it-and I loved him even more for his lack of selfishness.
The moment the word "selfishness" flashed through my mind I came completely back down to earth. I was suddenly aware of the fact that his gorgeous cock was still buried deep inside my temporarily satisfied cunt. I realized that it was still as hard as before and I looked up at Papa Jax with a tinge of guilt in my eyes.
"But you didn't come, daddy! I was being selfish and I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, my darling daughter," he grinned. "I purposely held back."
"But why, Papa Jax?" I said softly.
"Because I wanted the first time to be all yours-and yours alone," he answered a bit wistfully. "But don't get me wrong," he added with a chuckle, "I enjoyed it as much as you did. Some men feel that they've got to come every time they make love to a woman, but they're the ones that are selfish."
His explanation made sense to me and made me feel even more loving towards this sensitive, wonderful man who now lay stretched out full length on top of my warm, satisfied body. Giggling I began working my ass around on his rampant prick. "Well now it's time to think of yourself for a change," I said.
"You're like a little kid with a bowl of candy in front of him-never satisfied with just a couple of pieces," he said with a husky laugh.
"But this kind of candy won't give me any cavities," I answered slyly. "It only fills them!"
Papa Jax shook his head and laughed even harder. "You're a persistent little bitch! Pm not sure there's a man out there who could satisfy you on a full-time basis."
He flexed his cock a few times and hugged me to him. "But never let it be said that Papa Jax ever let his little girl down," he added. I just grinned my appreciation of his love and concern-and wiggled my ass a bit harder.
Taking the cue, Papa Jax began stroking his cock in and out with a gentle, slow motion. On the upstroke he let his member retreat almost to the outer lips of my greedy little hole. Then, with a long, slow and sensually excruciating thrust, he drove his meat into me up to its hilt. I could feel the head of his cock press against my cervix. The fires within me began to heat up again and I knew I was on my way to another blissful, creaming climax.
This time I was more aware of his own needs and I was determined to make sure that he, too, enjoyed it to the utmost. "I want you to come with me this time, Papa Jax," I whispered into his ear. To add stimulation to my statement I snaked my little red tongue into his ear and licked it tenderly. He twitched a little and grinned down at me.
"Princess, this isn't going to be the first and last time we make love. And I'm not going to take the chance of bringing a little brother or sister of yours into this world." He paused for a moment. "Unless, that is, you're already on the pill."
I was absolutely silent for a second or two, thinking about what an incredibly sensitive and concerned father I had been blessed with. "No, Papa Jax," I answered quietly, "I'm not taking the pill, but I want to now."
He nodded his head: "Don't worry about a thing. Ill set up an appointment with a doctor friend of mine. He'll be only too happy to help out-and you won't have to worry about your mother finding out you're taking it."
"But what about now?" I said. "I really want to see you come again."
"Then you shall have your wish," he grinned. "There's more than one way to skin a cat."
I understood immediately what he was suggesting. My mind flashed back to the pool where, an hour or two ago, I had given him a blow job which he had told me was the best he'd ever received from a woman. Well, this time, I said to myself, it'll even be better!
Sensing exactly what was going on in my head, Papa Jax stroked into my cunt a few more times. He thrust with a twist which drove his prick up into me at a delicious, tingling angle. Then he withdrew and thrust again, this time angling to the other side and really reaming out my innermost channel. It was an exquisite feeling.
But then he slowly withdrew completely and I watched as his ramrod-hard cock emerged little by little from my tightly clasping cunt. Then, with a slight popping sound, it was out. I pushed Papa Jax over on his back and, giggling, I buried my face in his curly-haired crotch.
With soft, circling motions of my tongue I began licking his entire genital area. First I licked that sensitive portion directly underneath his gently swaying balls. It elicited a slight groan. Spurred on by his increasing excitement, I made my tongue do a tantalizing little dance across his sperm-filled balls. I sucked on his balls, one by one, and tried to get them both into my mouth at the same time. It wasn't easy, but I did it. A loud moan was my reward.
For several minutes I sucked his balls and, at the same time, reached underneath his crotch to get near his anus. My index finger tickled and prodded and then, with a lunge of his buttocks, the finger was forced into his puckered little asshole. I started working my finger around and around, but I never stopped the mouthing of his balls. Papa Jax was getting really turned on and so was I. It became readily apparent to me that he was right. You don't always have to come yourself to gain pleasure.
There is a very satisfying ecstasy which arises from the loving you are giving your partner.
After giving daddy's balls a thorough sucking and manipulating, I moved on to his tumescent member. It was aching for the touch of my soft, wet mouth. I could tell it was by the way it twitched and jerked.
I toyed with the bulbous red head of his enormous cunt-fucker, swirling my tongue in a circular motion. When I managed to insert my tongue into his little sperm hole, Papa Jax groaned and flexed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass, levering himself up against my face. I then popped the head of his dick into my mouth and began a steady, rhythmic sucking. It tasted incredibly good-a bit salty and still lightly covered with my own cunt love juices. I licked his cock clean and then started taking as much prick as I could into my oral vagina.
Although I gagged a bit, I didn't stop my loving tribute I was paying to Papa Jax's rod. Within a few minutes, though, I had learned how to take a lot of cock into my mouth without gagging at all. This gave me a certain sense of total confidence and made me work even harder.
I pulled my legs up into a kneeling position which gave me the freedom to begin bobbing my head up and down with greater and greater speed. My mouth slid up and down his slippery prick and Papa Jax started matching my rhythmic motions with gentle up-thrusts of his own.
In my own excitement I reached down with my right hand and began frigging my honey hole in time to my sucking. We were both building towards a dynamite climax when it happened.
At first I wasn't even sure that what I heard wasn't just the sounds which echoed in my head.
But Papa Jax must have heard something too, because he stopped his stroking and cocked his head.
It was the fucking front door bell! "What a godamned stupid time for the bell to ring," I muttered.
"Maybe they'll just go away," I added.
"That's a bit of wishful thinking," grinned Papa Jax as the bell rang again with an even more insistent ringing.
"Shit! Who the Hell could it be?" I muttered, a tone of frustration in my voice.
Papa Jax laughed at my display, of youthful outrage. "Take it easy, Princess. It's probably just the guy from the air conditioning place. Did you forget he was supposed to come today."
"I guess so," I replied. Then I giggled: "His timing is pretty good-in one way. We could sure use some cooling off in this house."
Papa Jax laughed delightedly: "That's my baby! But don't worry. If he knows his stuff hell only be around for a few minutes. It's a small job and, frankly, it's nice to see that some businesses take care of business promptly!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right, daddy. I'll go let him in."
I jumped out of the bed and looked around for something to put on. No need to turn on some poor guy needlessly. There's nothing worse than a cock-teaser.
I spotted one of Papa Jax's silk oriental dressing robes lying on a chair near the bed. I put it on and tied the sash around my small waist. I bowed my head in the oriental fashion and turned towards Papa Jax. "How do I look?" I giggled.
"You look like there's room for both of us in that thing," he chuckled. Just then the bell rang again. "Just a damned minute! I'm coming!" I yelled.
As I left the room I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that daddy hadn't bothered to get up and dress. But he always was very free and natural around our home. He'll probably just cover his crotch with a sheet, I thought, as I headed down the hall.
When I was within about twenty feet of the front door the bell went off again. I hurried to answer the door, but the damned loose-fitting robe kept coming apart and exposing my boobs and box. I pulled it around me tighter and fastened the sash again. But as I reached for the door handle the fucking thing came undone again. "Screw it!" I thought. If fate was telling me that some poor repair man was gonna get a flash of my bod--then why fight it?
I opened the door-and my mouth fell open. So did my robe. But I didn't even bother pulling it closed. What was the point? The repairman wasn't a man-he-I should say she-was a young chick of about seventeen.
She grinned at my state of disarray and amazement and then laughed. "This is the Parker residence, isn't it?" she asked. I was so entranced by her beautiful face and body that all I could do was to nod my head sort of dumbly. "I'm not ... uh ... arriving at a bad time, I hope?" she added. I shook my head and continued to take in the vision of ripe young womanhood which stood in front of me.
She was about five-feet-six, a couple of inches taller than me. Her hair was cut in a cute little shag and the sun glinted off its obviously natural redness. But as gorgeous as her hair was, her body was even groovier.
The girl was wearing the tightest pair of faded jeans I had ever seen. They looked like they had been spray-painted on her supple body! My eyes were drawn to her pubic mound which stood out in startling relief, molded to her like a second skin. It flashed through my mind that there was no way she could be wearing even the skimpiest bikini panties. There was just no way!
My eyes moved to the upper portion of her body and I could feel them widen as they took in the sight of large, high-thrusting tits. She was wearing a tiny little tee-shirt and her gorgeous boobs seemed to be trying to break through their flimsy restraint.
All the while I stared at the girl, it occurred to me that she, too, was giving me the once-over. Suddenly we both burst out laughing. "Just like a couple of dogs-doing a little preliminary sniffing, huh?" she said.
I liked her direct, open way of talking. She might only be seventeen, I thought, but she's been around. "Sorry I was staring," I said. "But you took me by surprise. I was expecting to find a man."
She laughed and said teasingly: "Expecting or hoping to find a man?"
I joined in with her easy laughter and then realized that I was being rude by keeping her standing on the front porch. "C'mon in," I said. "And I'm sorry you had to wait out here so long. My dad and I were busy in the back part of the house and uh... I guess we didn't hear the bell."
She gave me what seemed to be somewhat of a sly grin and then bent down to pick up her tool box. As she walked through the door she looked me straight in the eyes: "Looks like I came just in time. Things seem to be pretty damn hot in here." I had the strange feeling that this girl was one of those really perceptive people who can size up the real situation in a single glance.
"This way," I said, motioning down the hall with my arm. "The air conditioner is in the bedroom." This time it was her time to stare. Daddy's damned silk robe had flown open again and this time everything hung out. The girl smiled and nodded in appreciation. "Pretty well developed for your age," she said in a very complimentary tone. T looked like that when I was about fifteen," she added. My face lit up in a wide smile. It really feels nice to be appreciated by a member of your own sex. I began to feel as though we'd been friends for years.
As we walked down the hall together I said, "My name's Cindy. What's yours?"
"Margo Oates," she replied with a smile. Then she gave me a long, penetrating look. 'I've seen you before somewhere. I know it." She paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up in remembrance. "You go to the Carpenter Street school, don't you?" I nodded my head. "Then that's where I've seen you. My little brother and sister go there too. They're twins."
Then it hit me, too. "You're Brian and Lolly's sister?" I asked.
"Sure am," she replied. Then with a grin she added, "Now I know why Brian's talked about you. You are a little knockout!"
I was pleasantly flattered. "But I don't really know Brian or Lolly. We're not in the same class and I guess I never thought ..My sentence trailed off, but Margo finished it for me "... that Brian was anything more than just another silly little fourteen-year-old?"
I giggled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Well, you'll just have to get better acquainted with Brian and Lolly," she said. "I've got a feeling that the three of you will get along great." She eyed my boobs which were peeking out of the robe again. "Yeah, I know you'll all have a lot in common."
As I pondered this rather enigmatic statement we had arrived just outside the bedroom. I hesitated. What if Papa Jax was still lying there in the buff? After all, he was expecting the repairman to be ... well... a man. Then I shrugged. The hell with it, I thought to myself. Margo doesn't look like she scares easily. In fact she seems like the type who would instinctively understand that Papa Jax wasn't an exhibitionist-but just a very natural man with no conventional hang-ups.
As it turned out, I was right on both counts. When we entered the bedroom he was still lying on the bed. He had a sheet drawn up over his crotch, but it looked like a little pup tent since his still rock-hard cock was pointing up in the air.
Margo and I giggled at the same time. "How!" she laughed, with a Indian-like gesture of greeting with her arm.
"Anyway I can," chuckled Papa Jax. With that remark, I totally relaxed. Any lingering doubts I might have had about a possibly awkward situation vanished.
"Hi, Mr. Parker. Pm Margo," the girl said brightly. She put her tool box on the floor and opened it up. The sunlight streaming in through a window caused the obviously well-kept and brightly polished tools to sparkle.
"Nice set of tools you've got there," said Papa Jax, with just the trace of a grin. Margo took a wrench from the box and looked at daddy straight in the eyes. Well, not at first! Actually she took a good look at the way the sheet was sticking up over his prick--and then she looked up into his gaze. "Looks like you're awfully well equipped yourself," she retorted with a giggle.
Then Margo did something that totally blew me out. After exclaiming, "It's really goddamned hot in here," she proceeded to peel off her clingy tee-shirt. "I hope I won't be offending anyone. It's just that I like to work in comfort."
It took a fair degree of effort for Papa Jax to remain cool. "There's no prudes in this house. At least, not at the moment." Margo smiled her thanks and fanned her beautiful boobs with her hands. Both Papa Jax and I couldn't take our eyes off the taut flesh of her upper body. Even though her titties were a good deal bigger than mine, they stood up proudly of their own accord. Her nipples were extremely large and her brownish-pink aureoles were the size of quarters. As she walked across the room to where the silent air conditioner stood, her luscious tits swayed gently. They were almost hypnotic to watch. I heard Papa Jax draw in his breath. Margo heard it too, but pretended she hadn't.
Calmly and efficiently Margo removed the outer housing of the conditioner. She then worked at removing a smaller, inner panel. Both Papa Jax and I could' see that she was having somewhat of a problem. "Sometimes these damned things get really stuck tight," she said.
Then she turned and asked if Papa Jax would mind giving her a hand. "Not at all," he said. Then, politely, he added "I hope the sight of a naked man won't bother you."
"Oh, it'll bother me, alright!" she retorted with a laugh. "But it won't offend me. There's a lot of difference between the two."
Papa Jax and I exchanged a quick glance of admiration at the young woman's open, easy manner. Then Papa Jax got out of bed and padded across the room to where Margo was still wrestling with the obstinate panel. As he drew close to the blue-jeaned ass of the young woman, his protruding cunt-stretcher accidentally poked into the cleavage of her well-rounded buttocks. I watched as Margo squirmed just a little and then turned to face daddy. As she did so her large, ripe breasts brushed innocently across his hairy chest.
I walked over to join them as Papa Jax worked on the panel. Suddenly it pulled loose and Papa Jax fell backwards. If Margo hadn't been standing right behind him he might have totally lost his balance. She wrapped her arms around him to help him keep his footing. "Wouldn't want you to fall and hurt something," she giggled.
"It wouldn't be the first time," he laughed.
Then he glanced at me with a strange, sort of questioning look and I understood him instantly. I grinned and nodded my head. "Why don't we take a little breather, Margo?" he said softly.
"Sounds okay with me. It's roasting in here," she replied.
There was a moment of silence and then Papa Jax, with a subtle wink in my direction, looked into Margo's eyes. "It could get a lot hotter," he said quietly.
"That doesn't bother me a bit, Mr. Parker," Margo answered frankly.
Daddy put a finger to her lips: "Call me Papa Jax. All my girls call me Papa Jax."
It had come down to the nitty-gritty-as I'd suspected it would from the moment she entered the house. Don't ask me how I knew, but I did.
Margo's eyes v were dancing with delight. "Am I one of your girls, Papa Jax?"
"Only if you want to be, babe. Only if you want to be." Margo cast a glance in my direction.
I just grinned. "Don't worry about me, Margo. I don't have a jealous bone in my body."
Margo now seemed totally at ease. She put her arms back around Papa Jax's neck, thrust her torpedo-like boobs against his manly chest and then kissed him hard and with complete abandon. I moved in closer, enjoying the sight of the two of them turning, each other on so naturally. They were locked in a passionate embrace and I could see their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Margo moaned softly and her hand slithered down to Papa Jax's exposed prick.
"Ohhh ... Papa Jax! Your tool's got mine beat by a mile," she murmured.
I was getting horny as hell myself, just watching them squirm and snuggle against each other. I whipped off the robe and walked up behind Margo, who had her back to me. "Mind if I join in on the fun?" I giggled.
They both spoke the same words simultaneously: "Do we mind? The more the merrier!" I knew that they would respond that way, but I wanted to make sure. After all, I didn't want to appear greedy. I now knew I could have Papa Jax just about anytime I wanted.
As Margo stroked daddy's erect member with a silken, loving motion, I hugged my new friend from behind. My hand crept around to the front of her tight jeans and began massaging her horny little mound. I could feel how moist she was down there-right through the rough material. As I rubbed her crotch with both hands, Margo began to squirm around like crazy. Her lips still glued to Papa Jax's, she hissed, "Put your hand in my pants, Cindy. Stick your fingers up my crack!"
I hardly needed the invitation. The whole scene was beginning to drive me out of my mind with sensual desire. So I went Margo one better! Instead of reaching down into her jeans, I unbuttoned the stud at the top and then slowly pulled down her zipper. Then, once the zipper was down to its lower limits. I took both hands and started tugging at her jeans.
"Oh yeah! That's it! Take my fucking jeans right off," Margo gasped. I quickly did what she asked. But it wasn't that easy. The jeans were so damned tight that I really had to work at it. But it was worth it! As I got them down over her ass I paused for a moment. She had one of the cutest, hardest little bums I'd ever seen. As if in a trance, I put my hands on her firm cheeks and gently massaged them-dipping my fingers in between the crack. Margo just moaned, squirmed, and grabbed Papa Jax's prick in a viselike grip.
"Ahh!" he gasped. "Are you trying to break it off?"
Margo laughed: "Not on your life! It's got some important work to do." I laughed with them and continued to pull the girl's pants down her legs until they were hanging at her ankles. Almost unconsciously, Margo stepped out of the jeans and she was now completely naked-just like Papa Jax and me.
For several long, passion-racked minutes the three of us kissed, fondled, stroked and generally got it on hot and heavy until, finally, Margo broke the spell.
"I don't know about you guys", she gasped, "but I'm overdue for a real workout-and I'd like to suggest that we adjourn to the ... uh ... workbench!"
Papa Jax and I laughed and nodded our heads. Margo was not only cool, sensual and smart as a whip-but her sense of humor really added some spice to the situation.
"Well, no point fucking around," she giggled, taking daddy's tumescent member in her hand and leading him towards the steamy bed. The three of , us tumbled onto the musky-smelling sheets and Papa Jax wound up in the middle.
"This is my idea of a really appetizing sandwich," he cracked.
"Eat away to your heart's content," murmured Margo.
In a split second Papa Jax had reversed his position so that his head rested between Margo's long, sinuous legs. This brought his prick within easy striking distance of the girl's sensual, heavy-lipped mouth. I was lying with my crotch just inches away from daddy's hands and my face close to Margo's-and that splendid, rigid cock.
Then the action started. Papa Jax, obviously taking Margo's "no point fucking around" remark literally, dove face first into the beautiful girl's moist delta and began sucking and slurping as if his life depended on it.
Moaning softly Margo grabbed daddy's cock and stuffed most of it into her greedy little mouth. Meanwhile I busied myself with tickling, licking and sucking his sperm-filled balls. Writhing in pure ecstasy, Papa Jax reached out with his hand and began giving me the finger-fucking of my life.
As our sweaty, slippery bodies squirmed and writhed with ever increasing lust, our moans and shrieks would have raised the dead. Fortunately our house was isolated and well sound-proofed. But, at the moment, we could have cared less whether anyone heard-or even watched.
Daddy's long serpent-like tongue was charging in and out of Margo's creamy box which brought the girl to her first roaring orgasm. Her body arched into the air and began to shake uncontrollably. In the frenzy of her climax Papa Jax's cock slipped out of her mouth, and I quickly stuffed it into my oral cavity without missing a beat.
Moaning and muttering totally unintelligible words of lust, Margo rocketed into a second climax, and I had the feeling that daddy was about to come himself. I was stroking and sucking as fast as I could, looking forward to that warm, powerful geyser of sperm which was going to inundate my mouth.
But daddy obviously had other plans. He pulled his throbbing dong from my mouth and reversed his position again. Margo understood immediately what he was up to and she spread her legs as wide as possible. "PUMP ME, PAPA JAX! PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR MEAT!" she screamed.
He obliged her with a vengeance. Bracing his arms on either side of her body, he started to lower himself down into position. Quick as a flash I grabbed his dick and steered it to the red-lipped, lascivious crack of the lust-crazed young woman. As soon as it slipped between her outer labial lips I let go.
Then, in one long, graceful and powerful thrust, Papa Jax drove his rock-hard pole into Margo's seething pussy. As he touched bottom, obviously ramming right up against her cervix, the girl let out a keening, high-pitched howl which was the horniest sound I think I'd ever heard.
Taking a handful of gorgeous ass in each hand, Papa Jax began fucking Margo with a speed and ferocity I'd never seen before. And she loved it! Eyes wide and mouth agape with pure sexual enjoyment, Margo began meeting daddy's downstrokes with perfectly timed up-thrusts of her beautiful ass. For what seemed like an eternity, the two of them bucked and rocked together in perfect rhythmic syncopation. It was incredible to watch!
And incredibly horny, too, I might add. My own desires were running absolutely rampant so I moved into a position which put my own aching little honey hole directly above Margo's face. She saw my box descending and smiled-never breaking stride with Papa Jax.
As soon as my muff was within striking distance Margo's pink tongue snaked out and up into my red-hot hole. She began an in-and-out thrusting motion which was perfectly timed to daddy's prick-spearing of her own cunt. It was sheer heaven for the three of us and I hoped it would never end.
But it was becoming pretty obvious that something was gonna give. Papa Jax was moaning and straining-fucking away at Margo's creamy cunt with an amazing intensity. "How the hell does he hold himself in check?" I thought to myself. But I didn't have much of a chance for idle curiosity.
My own climax was fast approaching and I had no desire to hold it in check! "BITE MY CLIT!" I screamed to Margo and she immediately set herself to the task. She nibbled and gnawed gently away at my rigid little love button until I thought I was going to explode.
I felt my orgasm starting to claim my entire body and soul and, from Margo's even more frantic motions and moaning, I realized that she was as close as I was. But what about Papa Jax? I wanted him to share it all with us.
At that moment Papa Jax moved into high gear and began sluicing in and out of Margo's box like a man possessed. "GET READY GIRLS! I'M GONNA SPILL MY LOAD!!!" he shouted.
"OH COME, DADDY! COME! COME! COME!" I yelled. Margo let out an ear-splitting shriek as her own soaring orgasm took her and lifted her into the same insane lust-crazed space where Papa Jax and I were just entering.
And then we were all there together! It was a triple climax to end all such climaxes! As my own love juices poured out of my wildly contracting crack and into Margo's eager mouth, I imagined that I could really feel daddy's throbbing ejaculation as he poured his load into Margo! It was that intense! But I knew that my imagination was playing tricks on me out of my desire to really have daddy come inside me. But I knew that as soon as I was on the pill I'd get as much of his wild, thrill-crazed fucking as I could take, so I simply let myself go and enjoyed the ride we were all on at the moment.
And what a ride it was! It took a good ten minutes for the three of us to slow down-and calm down. Papa Jax lay sprawled on top of Margo, his prick still pulsating in the depths of her cunt. Every couple of seconds or so Margo's body would be wracked with shudders and spasms as she descended from her own intensely personal climactic peak.
I climbed down off her face and stretched out alongside her lean, supple body. Then, in a moment m never forget, she began to cry softly. "I've never made such beautiful love in my life until now," she said in a half whisper. "You and Papa Jax are the most incredible people I've ever met. Thank you for letting me become part of you."
Her words made a deep impression on both Papa Jax and me. Papa Jax smiled and gently ran his hand up and down Margo's body, stroking her taut-nippled breasts and toying tenderly with the lips of her love-drenched pussy. "That's about the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone say," he said. Impulsively I kissed Margo hard and passionately on her full, sensuous lips. It was the first time I'd ever kissed another girl in quite that way.
"I just know we're going to be really close for a long time," I murmured.
She smiled, nodded her head and then threw her arms around me. "I know it too," she replied.
The three of us lay there for a long time, basking in the afterglow of our frantic lovemaking. Papa Jax lay between us again and continually stroked our bodies with those sensitive, tender hands of his. Margo and I snuggled up to him as close as possible and planted warm, wet little kisses of gratitude and homage all over his face.
It was Margo who finally made the first move. Laughing gently she got out of bed and pulled on her skin-tight jeans. "I'd better fix that air conditioner of yours," she grinned, "After all, I did come over here for some work-although the workout was a fantastic bonus!"
Papa and I laughed with her and Papa looked over at the clock which rested on a night table beside the far side of the bed. The face was turned away, and when he turned it towards him and looked at the time he nearly freaked. "Jesus Christ on a crutch!" he exclaimed. Your mother will be home any minute now and I've got the strangest feeling that somehow she might not understand what's going on in her comfy little boudoir."
He was trying to be light-hearted about the whole scene, but I ached inside at what kind of feeling must have been pent up inside him for so long. If only my mother would face up to whatever hang-ups she had somehow acquired, she might have been able to overcome them and then . . .
It's only wishful thinking, Cindy, I thought to myself as I watched Papa Jax slip into a form-fitting tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. She'll never change and she just might blow the entire family apart. As these thoughts raced through my mind, I found myself wrestling with old, deeply hidden premonitions which, until now, I'd been able to suppress.
But now I found myself forced to face them head on. If my mother stayed the way she'd become over the past couple of years, it was entirely possible that Papa Jax might have to turn to divorce as a solution.
Divorce-or something far more terrible, I thought.
"Well, that's that! All fixed-and not a bad job if I say so myself." Margo's cheerful voice brought me out of my depressive reverie.
"Thanks for all your help," said Papa Jax, crossing the room to kiss Margo goodbye.
"It was my pleasure entirely," she replied with that impish grin which had captivated me from the moment I first saw her standing on the porch what seemed like years ago.
I walked over to where she was grappling with her tool box. Just looking at her open, happy smile was enough to bring me out of my funk. "Ill walk you to the door" I said.
"Great! I'll give you one of my cards. It's got my home number on it. I hope you'll call me soon."
I grinned: "You bet your ass I'll call! We're gonna have a lot of good times together."
As I started to follow Margo out of the room I turned back and saw Papa Jax standing near the bed. He was lost in his own thoughts-drifting somewhere off in space. But it was the look on his face that bothered me immensely. It was a look of indescribable anguish, sorrow and pain.
The vibe which emanated from him was so intense that I hoped Pd never see him that way again. . ..
CHAPTER THREE
I never did. The next morning I woke up late, the wild, delicious revels of the previous afternoon having taken their toll.
The minute I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting at the table with her head in her hands, I instinctively knew that the worst had happened. I was so stunned that I found it hard to gather my thoughts-let alone speak. Papa Jax was gone! Nobody had to tell me because, in his own way, he had told me himself. That look of pain and anguish I'd seen on his face yesterday afternoon told the whole story.
Jumbled thoughts and images raced through my mind and, for a moment, I was sure I was going to pass out cold on the floor. Dazed, I stumbled towards the table and sat down across from my mother. Neither one of us had spoken a word-arid I couldn't even bring myself to look directly at her.
My mind flashed back to last evening at dinner. Papa Jax was his old, happy-go-lucky self, and that in itself should have been warning enough that something was really wrong. What I mean is that, except for our wonderful afternoon of love, he'd been brooding a lot of the time. Only now did I realize that he was putting on an act-and a good one-simply because he wanted to spare me from his torment. He didn't have the heart to tell me in advance that he was forced to leave.
Gradually the mental and physical numbness which held me in its grip dissipated. The terrible hurt, frustration, bewilderment and anger welled up inside me and then poured out in the form of a bitter tirade directed at my mother.
"You're responsible, you bitch!" I yelled. "I know that Papa Jax was forced to split because you weren't able to give him what he needed from a real wife and lover." My mother looked up and started to speak, but I cut her off.
"I know about your sexual hang-ups, but what I can't understand is why you didn't do anything to help yourself-for your own sake as well as his and mine." As I ranted on, lashing out at my mother, I calmed down and began to realize that I was being a little harsh. "Why didn't you do something?" I implored her, tears welling up in my eyes.
After a moment of silence, mom lifted her face from her hands again and I could see that there were tears in Tier eyes too. "Cindy, darling, I know you feel it's all my fault," she replied softly. "And to a large degree you're right. What you don't know is that I've been getting help for the last few months." I shot her a dubious questioning look.
Ignoring my open skepticism, she continued: "It's true. I've been seeing a psychiatrist who specializes in female frigidity and I really think we've made some progress." I started to interject, but this time she cut me off. "Let me finish," she said gently. "My problems are complex and deeply rooted in the past. It's simply not a matter of a few sessions and wham!-I'm back to normal." I nodded my head, beginning to understand her agonizing situation.
"The main problem seems to be that even when normal, my sexual desires are not what some people might consider to be super strong." She looked at me and the suffering mirrored in her eyes made me feel a bit ashamed at the way I had verbally assaulted her earlier. "Do you know what I'm driving at, Cindy?"
I nodded. "You're saying that you and Papa Jax were sexually incompatible in terms of your individual sexual appetites."
Mom smiled a bit wanly: "I should have realized that you knew lot more about life than I gave you credit for, honey. I guess I didn't want to face the fact that even though you're only fifteen-you're not a kid anymore."
"Did you tell Papa Jax about all this?" I asked her softly.
She shook her head and an incredibly sad and wistful smile crept over her features. "I just couldn't! I knew that even if I got myself together, Papa Jax would never be truly satisfied with me sexually-and I couldn't stand the thought of him making love to other women."
I gave her a funny look which she understood immediately. "Yes, baby, I knew about the things he was doing all those nights he came home late." She brushed some hair away from her face. "Oh, I don't know their names or anything like that," she continued. "But that's not important. What is important is that I knew he felt trapped-despite the love he had for both of us."
' Throughout her rap my feelings about my mother had began to undergo certain changes. I realized that she wasn't the mean, frigid, neurotic woman I'd imagined she had to have become. I understood that she really did love Papa Jax and me. But I also knew that I couldn't bear living with her in this house any longer. It wasn't just her, by any means. I guess it boiled down to a combination of her emotional state, my growing need to get out on my own and-most of all-the memories of Papa Jax that living in the house would never let me forget.
She seemed to read my mind. "I want you to know something, Cindy," she said. "If you decide to move out and live on your own, I'll understand. I won't stand in your way. In fact, I'll help in any way I can. I'll even be able to give you an adequate allowance to live on." A look of puzzlement crossed my face.
Mom reached beneath the table and she seemed to be looking for something in her pocket. In a moment she held up a piece of paper. "Jax left this note. He says he'll be sending us as much money as we'll need and that he'll always love us. He asks me to take care of the divorce proceedings and says he won't contest anything. And you know your father has never been one to break a promise." I nodded. Mom looked up at me: "He also says that he hopes we'll both understand why he's had to take this drastic step and that we'll forgive him." Tears came into her eyes again. "Do you want to read it for yourself?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I just couldn't read it now, mom. But maybe some time when I..." I couldn't finish the sentence, but she finished it for me.
"When you come to visit?" I nodded, averting my eyes.
Mom got up from the table and walked around to where I was sitting. She put her arms around me. "Cindy, this will always be your home. I want you to feel absolutely free to visit anytime-and to even stay here if you want to."
I hugged her and started to cry. "Mom, you really are a beautiful person and you know that I'll always love you. And I do believe what you're saying." I wiped my eyes with a napkin and then looked her straight in the eyes. "But I hope you'll understand that I've just got to get away on my own for a while-maybe a long while." She nodded. 'I've got to find out some things. I've got to get some things out of my system and I think I'll have to do it by myself."
I got up from the table and headed for my room to pack some stuff. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going to go, but I thought I'd contact Margo and see if she had some ideas.
When I got to the kitchen door I turned back to look at my mother. I grinned: "I can't make any promises to you now, mom. But I'll stay in touch, and, who knows? If things don't work out the way I think they will I just might . . ." My words trailed off. Mom didn't say a word. She just smiled and nodded. She understood.
At this point there just wasn't anything else to say.
CHAPTER FOUR
"And that's about it, Miss Castille. I've been on my own for a year now. For the past six months I've been staying with Lolly and Brian Oates, Margo's twin brother and sister. Margo's a stew working for Global Airlines out of Miami. Lolly and Brian's parents died in a car crash six months ago and their cousin, Chet, was appointed their guardian. He lives with us too."
The beautiful, dark-haired woman didn't say a word. She just sat quietly listening intently to every word I said. I'd been talking almost nonstop for an hour, but she never once broke in to say anything or to comment on anything I'd said. But her eyes had mirrored sympathy and understanding and I'd begun to feel that a bond of trust and friendship was building between the two of us.
"Anyway, I've been attending art school and the money I've been getting from my mother just can't cover everything. So when I saw your ad I figured that your baby-sitting service might be just what I needed to earn some extra bread. So, here I am! I hope you'll be able to use me, Miss Castille."
"Call me 'Honey,' Cindy. 'Miss Castille' makes me feel my age and, besides, after hearing the story of your life, so to speak, I feel like we're friends."
Her voice was low, husky and very sensual. While she filled me in on the details of the "Honeysuckle Hotline"-the name of her exclusive, high-priced baby-sitting service-I took the opportunity to give her a really good once-over. I've got to confess that what I saw evoked some feelings of physical attraction on my part. In spite of her remark about "feeling her age," Honey Castille was one of the most incredible-looking women I'd ever seen.
She was about thirty-five, but she could have passed for a woman in her early twenties-if it wasn't for her eyes. They were deep green, penetrating and definitely belonged to a woman who'd been around and knew the score about life in general.
But it was her face and body which held me spellbound. She wasn't pretty in a conventional Hollywood starlet-like way. She had a large, exquisitely curved mouth and a set of lips which any guy would have to think were created for the sole purpose of giving head. Her jet-black hair was long and had a tendency to fall in soft strands around her oval-shaped face. She didn't look Oriental-but rather more like one of those ancient Egyptian princesses who I'd seen in history books.
Since she was wearing a very skimpy silk jumpsuit which was tailored to accentuate every curve of her body, it was hard for me to look at her and listen at the same time. But I tried!
She had high, free-standing breasts with large pink nipples which poked against the sheerness of the jumpsuit. They seemed to be begging to be sucked and kissed and I began to flash back on the scenes that had gone down between me and Margo since that afternoon she came to fix the air conditioner.
During the past year, whenever she had a layover in Los Angeles, Margo and I had been getting together-and getting it on! Not just the two of us, mind you. We had a lot of groovy scenes with a lot of dynamite studs, but the sight of Honey Castille's luscious body brought to mind the one-on-ones between Margo and me.
Honey caught me daydreaming and grinned. "I'm not boring you am I sweetheart?" she purred.
"Not at all, Honey," I blushed. "It's just that..."
"It's just that you've been checking out my bod--and you've been digging on it, right?" She said it as a statement of fact-not as an ego-tripping remark. I couldn't help but like her openness and honesty. I nodded my head and she laughed: "Well, that's normal and healthy."
She resumed her rap about how she has to screen her prospective baby-sitters very carefully. "Not only do my girls have to be well-groomed, attractive and honest," she noted, "but they also have to have-how can I put it?-a certain personal sense of togetherness when it comes to life in general." She chuckled. "Is all this confusing you?"
I shook my head. "I think I can dig exactly where you're coming from, Honey," I replied a bit shyly.
She looked at me long and hard with those dynamic green eyes. Then she smiled. "Good. I had a feeling about you, Cindy, the minute you walked in the door. And my instincts are usually pretty right on." I smiled with warmth. This woman had a certain hypnotic quality about her which I found exciting and appealing.
She went on talking about the way the "Honeysuckle Hotline" operated-and I went on listening and stealing glances at her magnificent body. It was as though my eyes were divorced from my brains though they just had to drink in her physical beauty.
Her jumpsuit was zipped and the zipper was open down to a point just above her navel. Even though it was summer, she had an incredibly deep tan. Her stomach was as flat as a board and I wondered if she worked out much to keep in such good shape. It wasn't until a bit later that I found out just how much of a working-out her sexy body received on a regular basis!
Her waist was tiny and it tapered out in a flare which accentuated her supple hips and long, slender legs. My eyes were drawn to her pubic mound which jutted proudly and prominently against the thin fabric of the jumpsuit. I could even see her thick, bushy pubic hair, which was every bit as jet-black as the hair on her head.
It suddenly dawned on me that just looking at this woman had made me a little wet between my legs, and I squirmed around on my chair. I tried to maintain my composure, but Honey Castille wasn't one to miss a trick.
"Shit! I'm sorry, babe. We've been sitting here for hours. Getting a bit uncomfortable?" She spoke these words in a very serious, sympathetic manner, but her eyes were jumping with a kind of teasing lilt to them. She knew fucking well that she was getting me hot, but she was very hip and totally cool about it all.
She looked at me for a long, searching moment and then went on speaking as if everything were still on a strictly employer-employee basis. "Well, that's about it, Cindy. You get three dollars an hour-plus tips which are damned good-and there are certain ... ah ... fringe benefits if you work out as well as I think you will." She shot me a quick, hooded, probing glance.
I decided that the time had come to get a few things out into the open. "What kind of fringe benefits are you referring to, Honey?" I asked with a certain boldness in my voice. '
She grinned. "I knew you were something special." I grinned back at her. "Well, for one thing, I sometimes let a couple of my girls live here if they want to. And I'm sure you noticed the pool when you arrived. All my girls have pool privileges and, for those who dig a little weed or a little booze-well-there's always plenty around."
"Sounds like a great set-up," I said enthusiastically. "I did see your pool. It's the biggest one I think I've ever seen as a matter of fact," I added. "To be quite honest," I continued, "your mansion is out of sight!"
She nodded her thanks. "But it was dusk when you got here. Wait until you see the grounds during the daytime. As for the inside-why don't I take you on a little tour?" She paused for a moment. "That is," she added, "if you've decided to become part of my little family."
I was really excited. "Do you mean it? Do I really meet all your requirements?"
Honey chuckled-and, for the first time, allowed her eyes to quite openly look me over from head to toe. I guess she liked what she saw, because I saw her tongue snake out of her mouth and lick her lips ever so subtly. "You meet all the qualifications and more," she said.
I detected a little added huskiness in her voice and I knew that I turned her on, too. Looks like being a member of the hotline is going to be a ball! I thought as she got up out of her chair and extended her hand in my direction.
Impulsively I reached out, took her hand in mine, and together we left her sumptuous "office"-which was more like a very swank den for the grand tour.
I won't bore you with the details, but needless to say Honey's home was really some kind of castle! "Mansion" just didn't do it justice. There were rooms everywhere.
As my eyes widened at the sight of such elegance, opulence and sheer wealth, Honey rapped quietly about her own life.
I had guessed her age correctly. She was thirty-five. She had been born and raised in Dallas, but lived in Beverly Hills for the last ten years. This explained why her Texas drawl wasn't too evident. Her father owned a large oil company and had married her off to some Texas stud who turned out to be a sheep in wolfs clothing-". . . an out-and-out pansy in disguise!" as she put it with a laugh.
After divorcing the dude she moved to LA and married a very rich cat who was about twenty years older than she. Two years later he was gunned down by a jealous husband who found him munching away on his wife's pussy. "His pecker went stiff at the sight of anything living that didn't have one!" Honey recalled with a chuckle.
Anyway, to make a long story short, he left everything to Honey and she was set for life. She'd set up the "Honeysuckle Hotline" as a kind of a diversion-something to keep her busy and active. How busy and how active I was soon to discover!
"Well, that's the whole enchilada!" she said as we walked down a long hallway which was hung with erotic tapestries depicting every conceivable sexual position two (or more!) people could ever hope to get into. They were really lifelike and I've got to admit that the tapestries added fuel to the slow fire which had been building inside my body ever since I set eyes on Honey.
Honey had noticed my obvious interest in the wall hangings. "They're a gas, huh? I picked them up on a trip to Thailand a few years ago. One look and I was hooked-had to have them. Cost me a small fortune but they're worth it." I nodded my approval.
We had stopped in front of a large, oaken door. "I saved this room for last," said Honey. "It's my own bedroom-and it's my pride and joy. Would you like to take a peek?"
She didn't wait for an answer, as if realizing intuitively that my reply would have been in the affirmative. She opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter first.
I had figured that her room would be something special, but I simply wasn't prepared for what I saw. It was mind-blowing! The floor was covered in ankle-deep, chocolate-brown carpeting which set off the rich, gold-flecked wallpaper. In the middle of the room, on a raised platform, stood a giant water-bed. At each corner of the bed stood enormous speakers, and an elaborate quadraphonic stereo and tape rig was built into a cabinet at the head of the monstrous bed.
Honey stood quietly to one side, watching intently as my senses took in the incredibly elaborate scene. Walking closer to the bed I gasped when I saw that the waterbed itself was transparent and, was illuminated from within by lights which kept changing color! As I sat down on the edge and tentatively bounced up and down on its warm, squishy surface, Honey silently put on a record.
As the lush, symphonic sounds of the Moody Blues poured out of the speakers--at a conversation-permitting volume--I lay back on the bed with a luxurious sigh. Honey, meanwhile, had fiddled with a dimmer switch and the lights in the room slowly disappeared. But the lights in the bed itself cast a warm, kaleidoscopic glow throughout much of the now darkened room.
I closed my eyes, basking in the sensual delights' of Honey's private inner sanctum. My mind went tripping with the music and I imagined that I was being licked and sucked all over by a giant, pink tongue. It worked its way into every nook and cranny of my body, and I could feel my love juices begin to churn and ooze their way down my pussy and into my already slightly matted bush.
"It is a far-out playroom, isn't it?" Honey's soft, husky voice brought me out of my fantasy world. I opened my eyes and found myself staring right into her incredibly green ones.
"It's out of sight!" I agreed.
There was dead silence for a moment. Then Honey smiled gently and ran her hand along the length of her gorgeous body. "Mind if I join you, down there?" she said.
That did it for me. I knew this moment had been coming since she had started giving me the "grand tour." I reached up and put my arms around her neck and gently pulled her down onto the bed with me. "It's your bed, Honey," I giggled. "I don't see how I could hog it all to myself."
Honey laughed and we began to roll slowly around and around on the heated, rolling surface of the waterbed.
"This bed must be turned up to like nine!" I exclaimed.
"If it's too warm for you ..." Honey began. I didn't say a word. I looked at her and started peeling off my tight little "ENJOY COCAINE" tee-shirt, the one Papa Jax had given me as a joke a few weeks before he split.
As the cotton shirt slid up over my tits-which had filled out rather nicely in the last year-I heard Honey gasp and whistle under her breath. "You've got beautiful breasts, Cindy! Absolutely beautiful!"
I blushed at the compliment, considering how incredibly stacked she was herself. It was no small compliment as far as I was concerned. "Thank you, Honey," I said in a half whisper.
The tee-shirt became stuck around my neck and Honey helped pull it over my head. Then she gently put her warm mouth on mine and began kissing me in a slow, languorous manner. It drove me wild! I kissed her back and tentatively darted my tongue into her oral cavity. She frenched me back, and for several long, horny minutes we explored the depths of each other's mouths with our moist, almost frantically searching tongues.
Honey's soft hands crept down to my tits and she began giving them a massage that was so sensual, tender and arousing that all I could do was to go limp and moan with the increasing pleasure. My tongue attacked her mouth with a mounting frenzy, stabbing in and out like a hard dick in a moist cunt.
I could barely keep from screaming with desire as Honey's fingers toyed with and flicked my hardening nipples. "Oh Jesus! Sweet Jesus! I love it!" I moaned against her sweet mouth. Honey's head slid down my neck, licking, sucking and swirling all the while, and came to rest on my boobs. As she started flicking her serpent-like oral member around and over my heaving, taut titties, I threw back my head and began shaking it from side to side. The woman was incredibly skilled in the fine art of loving, I thought. She could even teach Margo a few tricks-and I flashed that she just might get the chance!
When Honey's hand began tugging at the top of my skin-tight jeans, I realized that she was still fully dressed. "Turnabout is fair play," I murmured, and Honey laughed with delight.
"Get it on, sweetheart! GET IT ON!" she said.
So get it on I did. My hands were literally shaking with desire as I pulled the zipper on her jumpsuit down as far as it would go. I reached my hands inside and scooped up a ripe tit in each one. After squeezing and massaging her hard, large and heaving melons for a few minutes I tried to pull the jumpsuit over her shoulders. But I couldn't do it fast enough to suit Honey.
"Here, baby. Let me help," she groaned with mounting passion. In one amazingly facile movement she stripped the jumpsuit off her body and then lay on her back, totally nude, writhing and panting. "Get those fucking jeans off!" she hissed. Between the two of us we shucked my tight pants off my equally palpitating body, and then we were both lying there side by side.
Honey reached over to turn the music up a little louder and then fiddled with another electric switch. All of a sudden the waterbed began to ripple in a gentle to-and-fro motion. "A little help from our friends!" giggled Honey as she shot me such a lust-laden look that it sent shivers down my spine.
Still taking the lead-which was fine with me. Honey spent a good ten minutes licking and tantalizing my hot body from top to bottom. A couple of times I tried to reciprocate, but she just smiled and whispered, "Plenty of time for that. Just relax and enjoy!"
It wasn't hard. That woman was skilled beyond belief! She must have spent five minutes alone just exploring my sensitive navel with licks and swipes of her long, red tongue. I was squirming around like an eel and suddenly, with a prolonged groan of delight, my first climax came over me, spreading liquid fire throughout my bod. I intensified the orgasm by snaking my own hand down into my crotch and rubbing my hard little love button like a woman possessed.
"GO! GO! GO!" urged Honey, never once letting up with that wicked tongue of hers.
"OH SWEET FUCK! COMING! COMING! COMING SO HARD!" I screamed in lustful abandon. My back arched, my body swayed from side to side and Honey stayed with me like a human leech.
The soaring climax was so intense that my mind completely divorced itself from the reality of the moment, and my head was filled with the most insane fantasies.
The first one was both awesome and horrific. Thousands of tiny black and gold snakes with six-inch tongues were flowing and crawling over my entire body. Their tongues darting about like millions of bees, the tiny snakes made their way into every orifice of my super-charged body. They slipped into my steaming cunt, into my ears, my navel and even my mouth.
Then they disappeared and my fantasy changed abruptly. Six tall, handsome black men were dangling their foot-long dongs ever so close to my body. Their giant pricks began rubbing and poking, rubbing and poking all over my twitching epidermis. It was sensational! As the fantasy took, on even greater dimensions, I imagined that all six pricks were trying to invade my mouth at the same time. I opened my oral cavity as wide as possible to let them in. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I thought I would pass out from sheer exhaustion. Finally they withdrew and seconds later they were all attempting to work their way into my cunt and puckered little asshole.
Three pricks forced their way into each opening, and I began screaming with pleasure so intense that the dream seemed totally real.
Then the pricks pulled out and were dangling close to my body as before. Suddenly they began to spurt what seemed like quarts of hot, gushing jism all over my body. I ran my hands over my come-slicked body and moaned.
Honey's husky laughter brought me out of my orgiastic head trip. She was reveling in the juices which were flowing like some small but powerful river out of my steam-heated box. During my fantasy her licking and sucking had brought forth another roaring climax, and Honey was enjoying the fruits of her passionate labors.
I don't even remember her moving down to my delta-which indicated just how incredibly intense my fantasies had been! But she was there for real, lapping up my oozing vaginal liquids like some lust-crazed dog in heat. "TAKE EVERY DROP! SUCK ME DRY!" I begged between moans and gasps.
Honey obliged with a vengeance. Her tongue licked in and around every individual hair on my quivering cunt. Then, with a rush which completely took my breath away, her long, lingual member thrust its way up, up, up into the deepest recesses of my honey hole. The muscles of my channel were contracting so fiercely that I heard Honey gasp as her tongue was squeezed to the point of pain by my clasping cunt.
This went on for a number of seemingly timeless minutes and I'm sure I came at least two more times. But Honey didn't seem to be tiring in the slightest. She took everything my body could give-and gave as much in return. She reamed out my cunt so thoroughly, so sensationally, that I flashed that nobody-man or woman-had ever eaten me out so perfectly. It was glorious!
The shivering and shaking of my body began to slow down and, eyes tightly closed, I luxuriated in the feelings which lingered on and on. Finally, after several long, quiescent minutes, I was at peace; totally satiated by Honey's wildly erotic ministrations. I grinned and sighed.
Then I opened my eyes to find Honey lying flat on her back, relaxing after her vigorous workout on my supple young bod. She was listening to the music, her eyes closed, and a faint smile traced its way across her full lips. I started to say something, but my attention was caught by a beautifully carved mahogany "stash box" built into the side of the bed. The little wooden doors were open and I guessed that Honey must have opened them while I was off in the sexual dreamland of my climactic afterglow.
Curious, I looked inside. Neatly arranged inside the "stash" were several small vials of scented body oil, a number of exquisitely rolled joints, and the most sensational vibrator I'd ever seen. It was a pliable, rubber duplicate of a long, thick penis-with balls! The balls seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid.
I took out the vibrator-dildo and examined it closely. It had a tiny OFF-ON switch mounted at the base of the testicles and, as I'd suspected, the testicles were indeed filled with something. Still exploring this delightful little (well, not that little!) sex toy, I hesitantly squeezed the balls. I giggled as a thin stream of liquid spurted out of the tip of the rubber prick and onto my hand.
Tentatively I snaked out my tongue and tasted the fake come, fully expecting it to be water. To my surprise it wasn't water, but diluted honey! It tasted great. I giggled out loud and Honey opened her eyes and grinned. "So you found my little toy, huh? What do you think of it?"
I ran my hand up and down the length of the lifelike prick machine. "I think," I said with a smile, "I think it's about time for a little tit for tat."
Honey grinned even wider and spread her arms out wide in a gesture of total submission. "Come and get me!" she whispered.
I reached into the little stash box and took out one fat joint and a vial of the body oil. I lit the joint, took several long, satisfying drags and then handed it to Honey. She too sucked greedily on the weed. "High grade Columbian Gold," she mused. "Nothing but the best for Honey and her family," she winked, blowing perfect smoke rings into the air.
I hit on the joint a few more times and then butted it out in an ashtray. being careful not to ruin the roach. "Waste not, want not," I giggled, feeling the grass doing its speedy work on my mind and body. "And you're right," I added with a lazy grin, "this stuff is super-shit!" I spoke these words with a little slur and looked down at Honey. Her body seemed to be in a constant state of motion, although she herself was lying perfectly still. The rainbow-colored lights inside the waterbed were doing crazy things to my mind. I relaxed and let myself flow with the feelings.
After a few minutes I picked up the vial of body oil and removed the cut-glass stopper. Holding the bottle a few inches from Honey's body I began letting the sexy-smelling love beads drip ever so slowly onto her beautiful torso. In a short time I'd dripped the viscous fluid over the entire length of Honey's supine form.
"Now for the fun part," I murmured, and began spreading the oil over every inch of her taut, sensitized skin. As I started to massage the oil into her pores, Honey began to squirm ever so slightly. By the time I had worked the oil into every curve, every indentation, every opening, the woman was moaning softly and squirming like an eel in heat.
"That feels so fucking wonderful, Cindy! You've got great hands. Simply great!" she whispered.
I put a little extra oil in the palm of my right hand and homed in directly on her prominent pubis. I worked the oil into her jet-black, curly pubes and then spread open her labial lips gently with my fingers. The underside of her pussy lips were a bright red and they glistened with a mixture of body oil and vaginal fluids.
I toyed with her clitoris, which sprang to life immediately. As I massaged her love button I couldn't keep myself from gasping at its size. Honey had the largest clit I'd ever seen-a good inch long in length. As I worked slowly and tenderly it began to jump and twitch like the miniature penis that it was. Honey let loose with several hissing gasps and arched her pubic mound hard against my loving hand. I was really getting her hot! I guess I've become pretty good in the past year, I thought.
Slowly I began working my middle finger into her cunt. At first I was a little surprised that, at thirty-five, Honey's hole was so damned tight! It's almost as tight as my own, I thought with amazement. But the thought passed quickly from mind as my finger got down to business.
I bored into her steaming pussy, making my finger move in a corkscrew-like motion. It evoked a series of erotic whimpers from the woman lying beneath me. Her sounds only served to quicken my own excitement and soon my middle finger was joined by two others. It was tight going, but it didn't take long for her snatch to accommodate them easily.
I began thrusting my fingers in and out with increasing speed and, despite the music, I could hear her juices sloshing around inside her creamy box. "GO DEEPER! DEEPER!" she implored. But my fingers were in as far as they could go.
My grass-fogged brain suddenly flashed on the electric dildo. It was a good ten or eleven inches long and more suited to what Honey wanted done to her than my own hand. I reached over for it and turned it on. Instantly the supple rubber prick began to throb and vibrate in my hand.
I directed the head of the "Widow's Lifesaver" (Papa Jax's teasing nickname for such instruments) to Honey's now gaping hole. I teased her a bit, letting the pulsating rubber dong do its work on the outer lips of her cunt, and on the erect clitoris which seemed to be begging for attention.
It became instantly apparent why Honey had expressed such affection for her little "toy." As it hummed and buzzed its way in and around the lips of her pussy, Honey began to shriek with utter abandon. Her arms flailed about spastically and her ass began to gyrate, slowly at first, in circular up-and-down motions. As I teased and tormented her inch-long clit with the dildo the woman began to literally bounce around on the waterbed. "GIVE IT TO ME! FOR CHRIST'S SAKES-SHOVE IT INTO MY CUNT!!!" she screamed.
I let her wait a little longer, since it was obvious that Honey was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. With a howl she arched her back off the bed and, for a moment, it seemed as though her entire body was suspended in mid-air as the waves of erotic sensation and complete bliss coursed through her glistening body. The sight of Honey's writhing, twisting body, coupled with her moans and screams of pleasure, reactivated my own sexual desires.
But it was Honey's turn, and I wasn't about to deprive her of a single moment of ecstasy. So, just as she began to come down from her first creaming climax, I thrust the electric dildo into her gaping love hole.
It slid in quickly and easily, the orgiastic fluids having turned her tight cunt into a slippery, totally accessible channel. I obviously wasn't giving it to her fast enough since she started heaving her ass up against the enormous rubber prick. "SHOVE IT IN HARD!" she hissed.
I quickly did her bidding. Holding the dildo by its liquid-filled balls, I shoved it in until its entire eleven-inch length had been greedily swallowed up by her clasping, contracting cunt. My God! I couldn't believe that any woman could handle that much prick-rubber or otherwise!
But handle it Honey did. She set her ass in motion again, thrusting with a passion and need that was getting me hotter and hotter by the moment. With the balls of the dildo grasped firmly in one hand, I started matching her thrust for thrust. Honey stopped screaming and started moaning like a woman possessed. It was such a horny, lust-crazed sound that my own tight little hole began to dilate and contract of its own free will.
The faster I rammed the dildo home, the faster Honey responded with bounding up-and-down strokes of her ass. At one point I drew the electric marvel almost entirely out of her juicy box and then rammed it all the way home with a vengeance. The rubber testicles slammed up against Honey's exposed anus, and the force of the thrust caused the beautiful woman to let out a loud, high-pitched fart. I burst out laughing, remembering how the same thing had happened to me while receiving a particularly inspired and energetic fucking.
As I continued driving the surrogate cock in and out of Honey's hole, I was just about ready to give in to my own horniness and treat myself to a little finger-fucking when Honey screamed "QUICK! SHOVE YOUR FINGER UP MY ASS! I'M GETTING READY TO COME AGAIN!!"
My own desires would have to wait for a while, I thought to myself as I dipped the fingers of my left hand into the sopping pussy of the now bug-eyed Honey. Then, my middle finger good and wet, I gently pushed it against her brown-ringed, tightly puckered anus.
As soon as Honey felt my finger push tentatively against ber rectal orifice she jabbed her ass straight up with a quick, powerful motion. My finger was instantly buried to the hilt in her rectum. I started moving it around and around and Honey gasped with pleasure.
At the same time my right hand was pounding the dildo into her gloriously oozing pussy with a speed and intensity which, judging from the look in Honey's eyes, was driving her out of her mind. I could feel her entire body start to quiver and I knew that her second orgasm was only seconds away.
Then it started. In total abandon Honey spread her long, tapered legs as wide as she possibly could. Her gaping, red-lipped cunt was a sight to see as it snapped open and shut over the dildo. On the out-strokes I watched openmouthed as her pussy leeched onto the rubber prick in a desperate attempt to keep it lodged firmly within its reeking depths.
Honey's moaning rose to a banshee-like wail as the full force of her climax hit her like the proverbial ton of bricks. Her head was moving puppet-like from side to side and her mouth was wide open. Her eyes took on a vacant, glazed look and I knew that she was experiencing an orgasm that far exceeded her first in terms of its sheer intensity. "MORE, CINDY!!! MORE! MORE! MORE!" she screamed, her ass beating out a tribal sort of drum beat as it banged against the gently rolling water-bed.
Instinctively I knew precisely what to do. I jammed the rubber dong as far into her steaming channel as it would go and then I began squeezing the liquid-filled balls as hard as I could. I imagined that, despite Honey's cries and moans, I could hear the diluted honey as it spurted from the end of the dildo and bathed her super-heated pussy with its soothing warmth.
Honey's bucking and bouncing began to slow down and she started to whimper like a child. Her .orgasm had been that intense! I slowly withdrew the electric dildo from her hole and she lowered her hand to her crotch as if to stop me.
"Don't worry, Honey," I crooned. "It's not over yet!" She smiled up at me, her eyes mirroring her understanding-and anticipating the pleasure still to come.
I have to admit that I felt a thrilling sense of total power as I gazed at her lying there-a willing victim offering herself up to me completely. I put the dildo back in its mahogany hiding place and then slowly bent down until my face was mere inches from her still palpitating pussy.
Extending my tongue I slowly began to lap up the great quantities of mingled Honey-come and honey which had poured out of her and down over her tanned thighs. It tasted incredible! The thought flashed through my grass-tinged mind that honey was definitely better for you than sugar, and I started giggling hysterically.
I stopped my slurping and looked up at Honey,, my entire face covered with the wet, sticky mixture. "Honey is definitely better for you than sugar!" I giggled, my words coining out slowly and rather slurred.
Honey laughed with delight. "You are really something special, Cindy. I don't find that many fantastic lovers who also have a hip sense of humor. You're dynamite!"
I smiled my thanks and once again lowered my face into her crotch. There was still a fair amount of the delightfully organic sex syrup to be had and I was raised as a member of the old "Clean Your Plate Club."
I took my time polishing off the rest of the pungent nectar. With quick, tantalizing darts of my tongue, I licked my new lover clean as a whistle. Needless to say she enjoyed it as much-if not more-than I did.
When I finished Honey stretched out her arms in an inviting gesture. I moved up the length of her glistening body and snuggled against her. For a long time we just lay there, basking in the warmth of our furious lovemaking, and listening to the seductive sounds of the music. Occasionally Honey would tenderly stroke my boobs or run her hands down the supple curves of my body.
At one point Honey reached over, snared the unused roach and lit up. We shared the remaining weed, which was just enough to send a golden glow throughout my mind arid body. I had never felt quite so relaxed-or at home. Home, I thought, I can't stay with Lolly, Brian and Chet too much longer. They'd been super, but I knew the place was a little too small for the four of us. I began idly thinking about finding a place of my own, but my mind wouldn't concentrate on one thing long enough for me to figure anything out. Maybe....
My nodding-out was broken by the soft caress of Honey's full lips as they traced little circles around the nipples of my tits. "How would you like to move in here, Cindy? That blue room would suit you perfectly, I think.''
Her words startled me. It was as though this beautiful, loving woman whom I'd met only hours ago could read my mind! I opened my eyes and gazed into her face. "Do you really mean it, Honey?"
She chuckled warmly: "One thing you'll learn fast is that I always mean what I say. How about it? Does the idea appeal to you?"
Impulsively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. "Of course it does," I whispered. "I'd love to!" I added. "But I'll have to get my things together and tell the kids."
Honey grinned: "We can take care of all that tomorrow. I'll have my houseboy, Joseph, drive us over in the morning." She smiled a trifle slyly: "Anyway, if your choice of friends is as good as I suspect it to be, I know I'm gonna want to make their... ah ... acquaintance."
I nodded my head and again began to slip into a lazy, dreamlike state. "I don't know how to thank you, Honey," I whispered.
"Don't worry," she said in that sensual, husky voice, "You already have."
As the music, the grass, and the warmth of the waterbed began to lull me to sleep, I was vaguely aware of Honey's mouth as it, began working its way down over my breasts to my belly-and lower. The last thing I remembered was the exquisite feeling that came over me as her silky tongue tenderly licked away at my throbbing clitoris and then began to inch its way into the warm recesses of my moist pussy. "Honey! Oh, Honey!" I crooned. "Oh yes, Honey, yes, yes yes...."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day I didn't wake up until well after noon. For a brief moment I wasn't quite sure exactly where I was. As I sat up and stretched my arms and yawned, the goose down comforter slipped down over my upper torso and wound up bunched around my slim waist.
As I looked around the room, last night's events came flooding back into my mind and I smiled in remembered satisfaction. My thoughts replayed the scene that had gone down between me and Honey and my recall was so vivid that, even though I wasn't fully awake, I began to feel a slight glow of desire stirring in my loins.
A little "Ahem!" type of cough brought me out of my sweet reverie and I looked towards the door where the sound seemed to have come from. Standing just inside the room was a slim, rust-colored young boy of about fifteen or sixteen. He had straight black hair, liquid brown eyes, and a look of appreciation on his smooth, clean-shaven face.
I suddenly realized that I was nude from the waist up and that the boy's eyes were riveted on my perky boobs. I grinned and gestured for him to come in, not bothering to cover myself. He advanced towards the bed, a slightly abashed smile playing across his handsome features. He was carrying a silver tray piled high with what looked like a sumptuous breakfast fit for a queen.
"Good morning," he said in a quiet, nicely modulated voice. "Honey thought you might like a bit of breakfast to build up your strength." These last words were spoken in such a way as to suggest that "he and Honey were on more than an employer-employee basis, but I let the remark pass without comment.
"Thanks," I said, as he carefully put the tray in my lap. His face came within inches of my upstanding titties, but he didn't bat an eyelash. A very cool young dude, I thought to myself. "I guess you're Joseph-Honey's houseboy," I said with a smile.
"She likes to call me that,"' he grinned, "but my real duties are pretty far-ranging." I'll just bet they are, I thought, letting my eyes wander over his slim, nicely muscled body which was encased in a powder-blue tee-shirt and hip-hugging jeans. I also noticed that he was barefoot.
"Yeah," he continued, "I do a little bit of everything around here."
I looked at him and chuckled: "Jack of all trades-master of none?"
He bent over and started removing the warming covers from the silver food trays. I could feel his breath on my boobs, he was that close. "I'm pretty damned good at everything I do," he replied straightforwardly.
My right boob was a little itchy, so I rather absently scratched at it with my fingers. His dark eyes seemed to do a little dance as he watched me toying with my tit. "Honey said I should make you feel right at home," he said softly. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
I giggled and suggestively pointed to the area below my waist which was still covered by the comforter. "Well, I've got this little itch down here. Is itch-fixing on your list of duties?" Although he was keeping his cool, a telltale bulge was forming rapidly at that place where they usually do on a man. And, sixteen or not, Joseph was very much a member of that loving species.
"What about your breakfast?" he said with more than a trace of a grin.
"I'm on a diet," I replied. "Is there anything else on the menu that's ... uh ... a little less fattening?"
That did it. With a graceful, lightning-quick motion Joseph shucked himself free of his jeans. In the meantime I put the breakfast tray on the wide headboard of that amazing waterbed. Then I took a good look at what his jeans had been hiding-and giggled. "It looks like you're developing a bit of an itch yourself," I said, pointing at his sleek, long, semi-erect love muscle.
He just grinned and stepped closer to the bed. I reached out and hefted his meat in my hand, then began stroking it in a lazy, teasing sort of manner. It began to grow faster than crabgrass. "Nature's way of saying 'thanks?' " I chuckled.
"You might put it that way," he replied.
"You might put it this way," I smiled, taking a good grip on his steadily expanding member and gently pulling him even closer.
"Honey said you were a damned hip chick," Joseph said, his breath quickening and his eyes dancing in anticipation.
With a quick motion which caught the young stud completely off-guard, I whipped the comforter off my body, exposing my entire body to his increasingly lustful gaze. "Did Honey also tell you that I like a little meat in the morning-instead of corn flakes?" I asked boldly.
Joseph laughed out loud and then lunged onto the bed. "Breakfast is served," he muttered, covering my body with his own and slamming his now rock-hard cock between my legs. I quickly spread my legs wide and Joseph guided his dick towards my exposed pussy with his right hand. He didn't waste any time fooling around, but quickly got right to the heart of the problem.
When his pecker was knocking on heaven's hair-covered door, he dropped his hand to his side and, in one smooth, powerful lunge, drove his sleek shaft into me as far as he could go. The swift penetration literally took my breath away-and sent my lust mechanism into high gear.
I quickly wrapped my long, supple legs over his back and violently drew his prick even deeper into my already wet and willing honey hole. "Hard and fast, Joseph," I hissed between my teeth. "Hard and fast is the only way to take care of the kind of itch I've got."
He didn't say a word-and he didn't have to. Who says ifs hard to find good help these days, I giggled to myself as he began plunging his cunt-stretcher into my now seething pussy with that special ferocity possessed by men who really love to fuck.
After a few minutes he disentangled my legs from his back and then pushed my legs up against my torso until they touched my tingling tits and flattened them against my heaving chest. In this position my pink-lipped pussy was completely open to his frontal attack and my clitoris was now in a position to benefit from a constant massage applied by his bounding cock as it stroked faster and faster into the depths of my clasping little hole.
"FAR FUCKING OUT!" I yelled. "GO JOSEPH! GO! GO! GO!"
My words must have triggered off some pretty wild thoughts in his head, because his pile-driving stroking increased in speed and fury. He was whipping in and out so fast it made my head spin. And it was obviously driving him into a state of extreme sexual frenzy.
I knew this kind of furious fucking couldn't last too much longer-and I was right. I felt my orgasm coming on quickly, and Joseph's face was contorted with the extreme pleasure he himself was experiencing.
Suddenly Joseph cut loose with a loud, long howl which was so primitive in its sexuality that it incited my own lust to an incredibly high peak. Bucking and plunging we were both racing full-tilt for the finish line.
But it wasn't a matter of competition. We were moving together in perfect rhythm, both striving for the peak of sexual bliss which I knew we would reach simultaneously. As our bodies strained against each other Joseph's howls were joined by my own screams of insane joy.
And then we were there! As my insides started to explode with orgasmic shock waves, Joseph's prick began to buck and spurt, the warm, jetting semen splashing against the very walls of my womb!
For several minutes we continued to ride the peak of a mutual climax that seemed to climb higher and higher! Finally I let out a long, high-pitched wail and, jerking around beneath Joseph's still pile-driving body, my orgasm reached its highest point and my body went absolutely rigid. My eyes closed in ecstasy and...
I must have blacked out for a second or two. When I opened my eyes Joseph was lying perfectly still on top of me, his cock still buried to the hilt in my sopping cunt. It was twitching involuntarily and the muscles of my love tunnel were contracting and expanding spastically.
We lay there silently for a few minutes and then Joseph slowly, oh so slowly, pulled his semi-erect member out of my pussy. With a groan of utter satisfaction he rolled off me and lay snuggled beside me. I reached my hand down to his crotch and lovingly caressed the beautiful love machine which had carried the two of us to such incredible sexual heights.
"That was without a doubt the best damned breakfast I've ever had!" I crooned in his ear.
"Likewise," he grinned. "We'll have to have breakfast in bed together again sometime soon." I smiled and nodded in agreement
A buzzer interrupted our conversation and Joseph climbed lazily out of bed. "Duty calls," he chuckled. "And when 'duty' is spelled H-O-N-E-Y -I answer." He pulled on his jeans and then bent down to plant a warm, moist lingering kiss on my lips. "See ya later, Princess," he smiled. Then he turned and left the room as silently as he had arrived. Princess, I thought to myself, nobody's called me that since Papa Jax. A million warm and beautiful memories flooded my mind and my eyes misted over for a moment.
Then, as if to avoid the pain that invariably followed such remembrances, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I took a fast but satisfying shower and then put on my tee-shirt and jeans. Before leaving the room to join Honey, I wolfed down some of the still warm food which I'd set aside in favor of Joseph. It's funny how damned hungry a good fucking can make a person. I licked some jam from my fingers and left to find Honey.
CHAPTER SIX
"Over here, Cindy!" Emerging from the house into the bright California sunshine left me blinking and squinting for a few seconds. Then I spotted Honey lying beside the pool. I walked over slowly, my legs still a little shaky as a result of my frantic coupling with Joseph.
Honey grinned widely as she watched the way I was maneuvering. That woman didn't miss a trick! "I get the feeling you had more than just eggs and bacon for breakfast," she chuckled. "In fact, I'd venture to say that you indulged yourself in a tasty bit of prime cut," she added.
I giggled inwardly, but decided that two could play her game. "Why Honey, I don't think I understand just what it is you're alluding to," I purred innocently.
"What I guess I meant to say," Honey added, keeping a remarkably straight face, "is that I thought you might have been playing the non-virgin Mary to a certain little Joseph."
This remark cracked me up and I started laughing. "I hope you don't think I took advantage of your houseboy," I said.
T certainly hope you did!" the hip Honey replied. "I like to think he earns his salary and, besides, he gets a bonus if I find that he's treating my guests in the fashion to which I'd like them to become accustomed."
I sat down on a chaise lounge located directly beside the one which Honey's terrific bod was occupying. "Well, if that's the case," I grinned, "Joseph is entitled to a double bonus!"
"He is a' fantastic lay for a young kid," Honey said in a totally matter-of-fact manner. "He's been with me for almost six months-and that's longer than any of the others I've had. Most of them worked out fine in most areas, but when it came to . . . ah . . . certain specialized assignments they just gave out. If you know what I mean." I grinned at her. I knew exactly what she meant. Between Honey and her girls a dude who wasn't a sexual dynamo could easily get burned out pretty damn quickly.
The sun was really beating down so I casually peeled off my tee-shirt. Honey's eyes sparkled as she watched my firm boobs pop out from under the cloth. "Why don't we take a quick swim before I get Joseph to drive us over to pick up your things," she suggested.
"Sounds fine to me," I replied, quickly shucking out of my jeans.
Honey had less to remove. She was wearing only a tiny little g-string bikini bottom. She stood up and then shimmied her way out of the brief panties. Then she hugged me, gave me a kiss, slapped me playfully on the ass, and executed a perfect dive into the enormous pool. I quickly followed suit and for the next ten minutes or so we fooled around like a couple of little kids.
At one point Honey dove under water and I lost track of her for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a long, tapered finger dive into my cunt. It hurt a little bit since the water had sluiced out whatever juices had remained after my bout with Joseph, but the corkscrewing digit soon got things lubricated again.
Then, as quickly as it had come, the finger was gone and a giggling Honey surfaced directly in front of me. She threw her arms around my neck and began rubbing her prominent pubic mound against mine. We kissed passionately and for the next few minutes we ground our boxes together until we both came simultaneously. It dawned on me that Honey was able to bring me to a climax faster than anyone I'd ever made it with-man or woman. A lazy smile crept across my face and Honey chuckled: "You are a wanton little bitch! You dig sex almost as much as I do." I changed my smile into a mock-pout which made Honey laugh with delight. "Okay, you win! You dig it as much as I do!"
We climbed out of the pool and dried each other off with coarse beach towels. The rough cloth rubbing against my sensitive skin was extremely pleasant, and I began thinking that I could get used to Honey's kind of lifestyle very quickly.
I slipped back into my clothes while Honey put on a low-cut, above-the-knee summer dress. She looked ravishing. "Well, kid, I think it's about time we got our asses in gear and hit the road." She picked up a tiny gold whistle which had been lying on a low table and gave it three quick blasts.
Within seconds Joseph appeared from the house, dressed in a pair of tight white bell-bottoms and a blue and white striped tee-shirt. He ambled across the lawn and joined us beside the pool. "I want you to drive us into . . ." Honey started to say before she broke up laughing. "Where the hell are we going, Cindy? You never did get around to telling me where you've been living."
"Lolly and Brian's place is in Box Canyon," I told her with a grin. Honey and Joseph thought this information was damned funny. "It is a pretty appropriate name when you come to think about it," I said wryly.
"Which car do you want to take, Honey?" asked Joseph.
"Is the Rolls back from the garage?" she asked. Joseph nodded. "Okay," Honey nodded, "we'll go in that one." Joseph headed for the front of the mansion, with Honey and I close on his heels.
A few minutes later we were tooling through Beverly Hills in the grooviest car I'd ever been in. It was a maroon Rolls Royce Corniche convertible with a glove-soft white-leather interior. "Dynamite," I said, with a smile.
"Thanks," said Honey, "It's my favorite."
Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of the tiny little house nestled in the woods at the end of a small dirt road running off Box Canyon. "It looks simply adorable," murmured Honey, as Joseph maneuvered the car up the narrow little driveway.
"Want me to honk the horn?" Joseph suggested. I glanced over at Honey and winked.
"Don't bother," I said, "let's surprise them."
Honey and I got out of the car and headed for the house while Joseph slumped lazily behind the wheel-apparently content to get some shut-eye.
Given the energy he'd expended earlier, he deserved a nap!
Honey and I tiptoed up to the front door like a couple of cat burglars. I put the key in the door and opened it as quietly as I could. With Honey following close behind I made my way through the living room and headed down the short hallway towards the back bedroom which Lolly and twin brother Brian shared.
Just as I was about to put my hand on the doorknob, we heard a low moan from within. I grinned wickedly: "They're home," I whispered to Honey. She grinned back and I signaled with my hand that at the count of "three" I was going to whip open the door. Honey nodded and stifled a schoolgirl giggle. "One! Two! Three!," I whispered in a barely audible tone. Then in one quick motion I flung open the door.
"ALRIGHT, YOU PERVERTS! THIS IS A RAID!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Then Honey and I broke out in hysterical laughter at the scene which confronted us.
Brian, who happened to be a Yoga nut, was standing on his head with his back propped' up against the far wall. He was stark naked. His fully clothed twin sister, Lolly, was hunched over him at about waist level-munching away on his prick with her usual zest and dexterity.
Our entrance hadn't really scared them, but it did cause them to freeze in their erotic yet slightly comical positions. For a moment nobody moved or said a word. Then Brian, cool as poop, said casually: "Hi, Cindy. Hi, strange, pretty pussy. Well be with ya in a minute. Gotta finish this exercise." Lolly didn't even bother to look up.
"Okay, sis. Bring me home!" he said softly. .
Whereupon Lolly resumed sucking Brian off with a frenzy. Her slurping and gurgling sent shivers of sensuality racing through my body, and a quick glance at Honey confirmed that she, too, was greatly aroused by the scene going down.
In a minute or two Brian was moaning his head off and Lolly was sucking his rigid cock with a blinding speed and intensity. Then Brian's face contorted in anticipation of his imminent ejaculation, and Lolly's heavy breathing added to the sexual tension which enveloped the small room like a thick fog.
Brian's body curved away from the wall and, for a moment, I imagined that he was about to lose his balance and come crashing down to the floor. But Lolly quickly raised her arms and kept Brian's shaking body plastered against the wall. In the meantime the gorgeous little cocksucker never lost a beat.
"ALRIGHT! HERE IT COMES," Brian screamed: "TAKE MY CREAM, SIS! DRAIN MY DICK!!!"
Head bobbing, Lolly cupped both hands firmly around Brian's jism-filled balls and began to squeeze them with a milking motion. Eyes wide in appreciation and personal desire, Honey and I, moving like sleepwalkers, approached the twins in order to get a really good look at the culmination of the horny scene.
At that moment Brian's cock began to jump and twitch. Lolly sucked and squeezed as if her very life depended on it and then Brian went over the top. A gushing geyser of hot come started to spurt relentlessly from his bucking cock.
Lolly eagerly and greedily gulped and swallowed the steaming jism as it jetted into her mouth. She kept squeezing his balls as if to try and empty them of every possible drop of the precious love juice. But as fast and as hard as she fought to retain every bit of come in her mouth, some of it ran out and trickled obscenely down her chin.
Finally Brian's prick calmed down and the young boy let out a long moan of satisfaction. But Lolly didn't let up. She gently stroked his wilting pecker, trying to draw out every last drop. Then she licked his prick clean from the base of his balls to the tip of his prick. Finally she stood up, and Honey and I could see a thin thread of sticky semen strung out from the tip of his meat to the girl's glistening lips. She deftly caught the thread of jism on the end of a finger and then licked her digit clean. A wide smile of personal self-satisfaction spread across her pretty face and she bent down again, giving Brian's now totally deflated prick a final, lingering kiss.
Brian executed a perfect back flip and wound up standing directly in front of me and Honey. He held out his hand to Honey, at the same time planting a warm kiss on my lips. But his sparkling blue eyes were riveted on my beautiful new friend. "Hi, Cindy's friend. I'm Brian and this is my half-sister, Lolly."
"What do you mean 'half-sister,' you arrogant little prick!" snarled Lolly in mock-anger.
Then Lolly shook hands with Honey and I introduced the twins to my companion. While I was taking care of the social amenities, Lolly, Brian and Honey were giving each other a thorough once over. Apparently, judging from the smiles on their faces, their approval of each other was mutual. Impulsively, Lolly even planted a friendly kiss on Honey's lips-and Honey warmly reciprocated.
A few minutes later tie four of us were sitting in the living room, rapping and sharing a joint as though we'd all known each other for years. I told Brian and Lolly about my decision to move into Honey's. The twins were initially somewhat disappointed at the news, but they brightened immediately upon hearing Honey extend them an "open invitation" to fall by anytime they wanted to. "Anytime?" asked Brian with a grin. "We wouldn't want to show up when you were... uh... busy."
Honey laughed: "Brian, I'm always busy-and the kind of things that keep me busy are the kind of things which make company an added pleasure." Brian and Lolly looked at each other and smiled.
"That's really groovy of you, Honey," said Lolly. "I'm really looking forward to a visit."
"The feeling's completely mutual, Lolly, I can assure you that," said Honey with a sly grin. It was obvious that Honey found the twins very much to her taste. She ran her eyes slowly down Brian's lean, almost hairless body and then shifted her gaze to Lolly.
Honey's bold, searching gaze was met by Lolly's equally cool, friendly appraisal of the older woman. It was easy to see why Honey found Lolly so appealing.
The young girl had naturally golden hair, bright blue eyes (identical to Brian's) and a face so pretty and seemingly innocent that you might have expected to find that she'd been featured on the cover of teen magazines.
But it was Lolly's body which Honey found entrancing-and with good cause. Although slim, Lolly had high, full boobs whose hot pink nipples, still hard as a result of her lustful bout with Brian, poked out perkily from beneath a flimsy little jersey. Her stomach was flat as a board and her waist was incredibly tiny. Her legs were full, long and exquisitely tapered.
As Honey drank in Lolly's undeniable beauty, my mind flashed back to the countless times Lolly, Brian and I had made frantic love in that little back bedroom. I shivered slightly as I remembered the wonderful pleasure I'd received courtesy of Lolly's full, sensual mouth and highly educated tongue.
While I was basking in the glow of past erotic scenes, Honey continued rapping to Lolly and Brian. Snapping out of my daydream, I heard Honey softly suggest, "You guys might want to drop over to my place about ten tonight. I'm thinking of having an intimate little get together." Honey's emphasis was on the word "intimate" and I had no doubt that we were all in for one hell of an evening! I couldn't wait.
"We'd love to come," said Brian.
"Yeah," added Lolly with a giggle, "We don't get to do all that much mansion-hopping."
"Great!" enthused Honey. "Cindy and I have a stop to make about nine, but my houseboy Joseph-and a few friends-will be there to show you around and make you feel at home."
"What kind of clothes should we wear?" asked Lolly.
With a sly grin Honey looked her straight in the eye: "As much or as little as you like-as long as you come casual." Lolly grinned her understanding and Honey couldn't resist driving her point home a little bit further. "You'll find that my parties are more than a little informal."
Brian, who'd been standing in a corner with his back to us, wheeled around and confronted the three of us with a boyish grin: "Is this casual enough?"
Lolly, Honey and I stared at him and then broke out in hysterical laughter. Always the clown, Brian had obviously stroked himself into another giant erection. But it wasn't the stiff cock that made us laugh: It was the red, white and blue tennis sock which he'd pulled over his prick like a glove. Aside from a captain's hat (complete with gold braid) perched on his head, he was stark naked.
While Brian posed impishly in front of us, Honey suddenly pulled one of those small Polaroid cameras out of her shoulder bag and captured Brian on film. "Hey!" he yelled. "I usually charge twenty bucks an hour for my modeling services!"
Honey pulled the film from the camera, waited until the full-color snapshot emerged, and then held it up for everybody to see. Then she looked straight into Brian's eyes: "Well, kid. I usually charge about twelve inches for my photographic services!"
We all broke up again and then Honey and I decided to leave. While she rapped with Brian and Lolly I quickly loaded a couple of suitcases full of clothes and other essential personal items. I figured it might be a long stay.
When I came back into the living room, dragging the heavy suitcases, the trio were just polishing off another joint of Brian's private stash. I took a few quick tokes and then Honey and I kissed Lolly goodbye. Brian carried my luggage out to the car and Joseph put them into the trunk.
Honey introduced Brian to Joseph and it looked like they hit it off immediately. Then, as I climbed into the back seat of the Rolls, Honey laid another, more passionate kiss on Brian and snaked her hand down to his crotch and gave his bulging cock a playful squeeze. Then she joined me in the back seat and Joseph started to back the car slowly down the driveway.
"See you tonight!" I yelled to Brian and he yelled back "We'll be there! Wouldn't miss it for the world." Then he pulled the sock off his cock and threw it in our direction. It sailed through the air and wound up dangling from the hood ornament of the Rolls. Joseph stopped the car, obviously intending to remove the sock, but Honey stopped him. "Leave it there. It looks kinda cute, don't you think?"
And with that we sped off down the dirt road and headed back towards Beverly Hills.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been a long, exciting day. After leaving Brian and Lolly's, Honey and I had lunch at the Polo Lounge-which was a gas. Everybody seemed to know her and at least a dozen spiffy-looking older dudes hit up on her. She was polite, but it was obvious to me that Honey's tastes ran strictly to young lovers-whether men or women. A few guys gave me "the look," but their sophisticated manners and swanky clothes did nothing for me. Like the old song says, "You can't judge a book by its cover"-and I instinctively sensed that underneath all that Hollywood suave sophistication they had nothing going for them.
After lunch Honey insisted on "treating" me to a number of dynamite little summer outfits we ran across in a number of chic little boutiques we visited. She didn't make any big deal about the presents either. "Shit!" she shrugged, when I protested that she was spending a small fortune on me, "I'm loaded. And I honestly get a lot of enjoyment out of sharing the wealth with the people I love." I remember thinking how much better the world would be if everybody felt the way Honey did about money and life in general.
With the shopping out of the way, Honey suggested that we take in a really hot porno flick that was playing at the Eros Theatre in Hollywood. "Just to get our batteries charged for the party," she chuckled. I grinned and Honey added, half seriously, "You never know about these films. A lot of them are pure shit, but once in a while you run across one that can teach you a few different tricks." I seriously doubted that any porno film could show Honey anything she didn't already know, but I was only too happy to go along with her plan.
When we reached the theatre and parked the car, Honey invited Joseph to join us. He readily accepted and the three of us entered the dark, weird little theatre. On the way in I noticed that the main attraction was a movie called FUCK! SUCK! DUCK!" At least the title's kind of funny, I thought to myself, as we groped in the dark looking for three seats together.
As it turned out the "main attraction" was already on, but it wasn't very hard to figure out the plot. It didn't have one! Well, that's not quite true. The story seemed to be about some dude who thought he was the reincarnation of Tarzan. He lived in this crazy tree house with a monkey-and six or seven foxy-looking tricks.
A couple of the scenes were actually damned horny to watch, particularly one where the dude swung from a vine. With his giant prick sticking out in front of him like a battering ram, he whipped through the air straight towards a chick who stood naked on a platform with her legs spread as wide as possible. He crashed into her and I mean into her! His cock rammed into her gaping, pink-tinged slit and nearly knocked her flat on her ass!
The other scene was the one which really got my juices flowing. The dude was joined by another cat and they took on all seven chicks at the same time-after smearing the girls' cunts with a mixture of peanut butter and honey. The close-ups were so tight that you could see every damned detail as if the cocks, pussies and tongues had been put under a giant magnifying glass. The soundtrack of the film was louder than hell and the sounds of munching, sucking, slurping, groaning, moaning and screaming reverberated throughout the theatre.
I could hear dudes-and chicks-in the audience groaning and breathing hard in response to the wild sexual scenes that flicked across the screen.
At one point Honey, who was sitting between Joseph and me, started doing a little moaning of her own. Then I felt her hand snake inside my jeans, and her fingers lunged into my soaking snatch. A groan from Joseph indicated that Honey's other hand was jerking him off to good effect.
Not wanting Honey to miss out on all the action, I reached my left hand under her dress (she wasn't wearing any panties, as usual) and started finger-fucking her equally aroused hole. By the time a couple of scenes had flashed across the screen the three of us were jerking in our seats and coming like crazy. Joseph's cock exploded with such force that his stream of jism splashed all over the back of the seat in front of him. Luckily the seat was empty! Honey's juices trickled all over my hand and onto her seat. Since my jeans were on all the time my own orgasm merely left a giant stain while some of my love juice trickled down my legs.
Before "SUCK! FUCK! DUCK!" was over we left. The movie had become pretty repetitious and was starting to get boring.
We drove back to Honey's mansion and all took a swim which was both cleansing and refreshing. Then Joseph went in to help the cook with the preparations for the party, while Honey got me settled into my own room. I thanked her for a great day and crashed, figuring that I needed a little nap so that I'd be ready for what I knew was destined to be a night of sexual craziness. The last thing I heard Honey say before I drifted off into a deep sleep was, 'I'll wake you up about eight. Pleasant dreams."
"My dreams have all been more than pleasant since I met you, Honey," I murmured. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and then slipped out of the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The maroon Rolls glided to a stop in front of the Solid Rock-a semi-sleazy rock club in the San Fernando Valley which featured up and coming, basically unknown groups. Honey and I jumped out of the car and the liveliness with the two of us approached the club served to remind me that our brief, early-evening siestas had been a damned good idea. We were both hot to trot--ready to boogie.
I'd been to the club before and so (to my surprise) had Honey. But our motivations had been quite different. I used to hit the place strictly for the music-which often showcased some really dynamite new acts-but Honey's reason, as she put it with a grin, was that, "All the guitars sound pretty much the same-but the guitar players are a different story. Some of them are the horniest young studs I've ever run into."
Thus, when she'd woken me from my nap, Honey had suggested a trip to the rock club to "... check out the acts-and the action!" I readily assented. I'd decided to wear a super-sexy micro mini-dress and a pair of high laced boots (gifts from Honey) while she slipped into a pair of the tightest pair of tailored hip-hugging jeans I'd eve seen. What they did for her curvaceous body simply can't be described. To top things off, so to speak, Honey wore a filmy, mesh top through which her high-thrusting boobs could be easily seen and appreciated.
Once inside the club we were assaulted by a solid wall of high-decibel sound and a cloud of pot smoke so dense that you could easily get stoned just breathing! The tiny dance floor was jammed with sensually writhing young bodies, and the group wailing their asses off onstage was called "The Mutants." I'd seen them before, but I didn't recognize the guitarist who was apparently just "sitting in" for the set.
Honey noticed the guitarist as soon as I did. "Well, well, well! What have we here?" she muttered approvingly. "Unless old Honey's losing her touch, I'd say that boy was definitely worth getting to know."
I could see why she felt that way. He was only about seventeen, but the only part of him that suggested his age was his baby face, which occasionally broke out into a charming, roguish grin whenever he tore off a guitar riff which met with his own approval.
Other than that, he was all man. A real "hunk" as Lolly would put it. He was at least six-feet two, with a slim, well-muscled frame and a shock of unruly long, black hair. His eyes, which looked out from beneath a pair of bushy brows, were as black as his hair. They had a hooded but penetrating and slightly evil look about them as he shot quick, darting glances around the room.
But what Honey (and, I must admit, myself) was obviously most attracted to was his crotch. From the large bulge which thrust against his skin-tight suede pants-a bulge which extended a long way down the inseam of his pants, it seemed like his prick must have been a good foot long or longer!
Two good-looking dudes asked Honey and me to dance, we made our way out onto the crowded little dance area. The cat I was with immediately drew me in tight against his body and it was clear that he was super-charged and ready for action. So was I-but not with him. But that didn't mean I couldn't indulge in a little bit of subtle cock-teasing. So I matched him bump for bump and crotch grind for crotch-grind. Since my mind was really on the horny-looking guitarist, my body was essentially just going through the motions. But it got my partner pretty well steamed up, nonetheless. As the song ended, he pressed my tits and box against his bod and whispered in my ear, "We could, like, really get it on, babe!" I shot him a wicked grin and jammed my snatch against his bulging manhood.
"We could-but we won't!" I purred. Then I turned on my heel and joined Honey at a table we had staked out earlier.
"Enjoying yourself, Cin?" she said. "Sure. It's always fun getting a real jerk up-but not off," I chuckled.
Honey laughed and nodded towards the stage. "What do you think of our boy?" she said softly.
"Looks like he's got enough cock to bore a ten-foot hole in the ground," I replied.
Honey licked her lips and nodded. "I think we ought to get acquainted. He'd make a nice addition to the party. A little fresh meat, so to speak."
At this point the subject of our erotic maneuvering looked directly at us and I thought I detected a quick, lustful grin pass across his face. Then I realized that his eyes had locked in on Honey's and I watched, fascinated, as the two of them shot each other a series of blatantly horny looks. Just as I began to wonder whose gaze would break away first, the guitarist lowered his eyes with a grin and tore off a particularly raunchy blues riff on his long-necked musical phallus. "I think he got the picture," Honey said with a wry grin.
"No doubt about that," I nodded in agreement.
Just then a really good-looking cat approached the table and asked me to dance. This time I'd been hit on by someone I knew I wouldn't mind getting it on with. He'd been watching me covertly from a nearby table and as we headed for the dance floor I teasingly licked his ear and murmured, "I thought you'd never ask." He grinned shyly: "I thought you'd never say yes.'"
As the band worked its way through a slow, sensual blues number, I snuggled up against his body and began gently grinding my crotch against his genital area. But this time I wasn't teasing. He, in turn, put his arms rather tentatively around my back and slowly lowered them until he had a gentle grip on the hard cheeks of my ass.
There was something exciting about his shy, somewhat awkward manner which lead me to lean in closer and plant a long, moist, tongue-thrusting kiss on his mouth. He eagerly kissed me back and I chuckled to myself as I felt his cock stir into action. After a few minutes of this passionate necking, his cock had expanded to the point where it was poking against his jeans as if seeking liberation.
I decided to be its liberator. I snaked my hand down to his crotch and quickly pulled down the zipper of his jeans. He gasped, but said nothing. His cock popped out into view and pressed against my pubic mound. I started to gently stroke up and down the considerable length of his throbbing member. "Are you crazy?" he gasped. "Right here on the fucking dance floor?"
I giggled and whispered into his ear: "Look around you." He did what I suggested. The slow, sensual and insinuating music had obviously gotten to a lot of other couples too. Although it was fairly dark, couples could be seen frantically engaging in a lot of intimate groping. "Nobody gives a shit what anyone else is up to," I said. "They're too busy getting it on themselves!"
With this, I slithered down his body and slid my wet, pursed oval lips over the top of his fat cock crown. I could hear him moan softly and he began running his fingers through my hair. I took his prick into my mouth a little at a time, after spending several minutes licking the cap and under edge of his cock until it was jumping and jerking.
He looked down at me with a rather concerned expression on his face. "What if I come?" he said a little anxiously.
"What if you don't come?" I giggled, still twirling my tongue around on the head of his burgeoning column. "That's the time you should be worried," I added. He shook his head, a look of amazement and pleasure on his face. Then he shrugged and started toying with my hair again.
As the sounds of other passion-racked dancers filled my ears, I really got down to work. I took a good two inches of his lovely cock into my mouth and sucked with an increasing passion and intensity. At the same time I shoved my hand into his pants and cradled his heavy, jism-laden balls. I gave them a few good squeezes and was rewarded with sounds of louder moaning from above. He was obviously overcoming his shyness and inhibitions fairly quickly.
This really spurred me on. I had the feeling that he wouldn't be able to hold his load for very long, so I took as much of his pulsating cock into my mouth as I possibly could and started sucking with a vengeance. My hand strayed from his balls and my middle finger went searching for his asshole. Might as well give him a treat he won't forget for a long time, I chuckled to myself. My finger struck pay dirt and I quickly jabbed it into his tightly puckered anus. He squirmed and clutched my hair in a death grip.
His leg muscles began to clench and I knew that he was pretty close to spilling his cream. I cut loose with my tongue, making it dart and flick up and down the length of his rigid pole. At the same time I steadily increased the suctioning power of my mouth and started ramming my finger up his ass with blinding speed.
"Oh, God! "I'm coming!" I heard him mutter under his breath. And come he did! His cock jumped in my mouth and I got ready to swallow what I figured would be a Niagara of steaming semen. I whipped my finger out of his rectum and started milking his balls as fast as I could. He jammed his cock damn near all the way down my throat and I gagged momentarily. Then the first wave of his fierce ejaculation hit the roof of my mouth and ran down my throat. I gulped and savored the hot, delicious penis pudding, humming to myself with pleasure. As I'd suspected, he'd had one hell of a load stored up in those balls of his and it kept jetting and spurting as if it might never stop. I took it all fairly easily, and when his cock finally stopped bucking and plunging I gave it a few extra swipes with my tongue for good measure. His legs were shaking so hard I thought for a moment that he was going to crumple to the floor. I quickly stuffed his now limp pecker back into his jeans, zipped them up and stood up.
The song had ended. "Thanks for the dance," I said.
He kissed me tenderly on my come-coated lips and groaned in my ear. "Will I see you again?" he asked shyly.
I smiled: "Probably only in your dreams, lover," I crooned.
His eyes registered a certain look of sadness, but he smiled boyishly: "That's cool," he said bravely. "You're the hippest chick I've ever met and III never forget tonight as long as I live."
His innocence reminded me of what I was like a few years ago and I kissed him softly: "You'll do fine. In fact, you'll probably find another chick who's got it all over me."
He shook his head: "I doubt it, but I'll keep looking." We walked back to the table where Honey was still sitting and then he was gone. "Taking advantage of little boys?" she grinned. "That was one hell of an exhibition. Real *ball* room dancing, if you ask me!"
I was about to reply to Honey's teasing remarks, but at that moment our horny-looking guitarist suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Mind if I make it a threesome?" he said with a cocky grin. Before either Honey or I could say a word he'd gracefully slid into a chair opposite us.
"You don't waste any time on formalities," Honey said with a mock-serious tone in her voice.
"There ain't all that much time to be had," he replied nonchalantly.
"In that case," Honey chuckled, "make yourself at home. But I like to know who I'm entertaining, don't you, Cin?" I nodded and grinned.
"Hal Gorman's the name. Anything's my game," he said in that cocky, but definitely appealing way he had about him. "Just for the record, who am I entertaining?" he retorted. Honey and I introduced ourselves and Hal gave us a penetrating once-over.
"It's all real," said Honey dryly.
"So I see. So I see," he said approvingly.
We all rapped about his guitar playing for a few minutes and found that he was just sitting in for the set. "Yeah. My own band had an off-night, so I figured I'd keep my chops in shape by working out with these dudes. They're not bad." Honey and I nodded in agreement.
Just then another cat with a long silky moustache approached the table. "Hey, Snake," he said, nodding to Honey and myself, "you gonna jam with us next set?"
Hal looked at us and grinned. Then he turned to his friend: "Not sure, Angel. Check with me again in about ten minutes. You know I can't plan my life that far ahead." We all laughed and the cat name" Angel-who I realized was the group's drummer-bowed gallantly towards Honey and myself and split.
"Why did he call you Snake?" I queried. He grinned: "You want all the reasons?" he teased.
"No," said Honey slyly, "just the most important one."
It was spoken as a direct challenge and the stud fielded it easily. He looked Honey straight in the' eye and said softly: "They call me The Snake' because I've got the longest prick in rock 'n roll-and the longest tongue." He paused for a moment and grinned wickedly: "I'm also about the horniest cat I know-and I know 'em all."
His arrogant, self-assured cockiness should have been taken as somewhat of a signal that he was possibly a dangerous cat to mess around with, but Honey and I were too busy thinking about fun, not remote problems. And then there was his undeniable sexuality and baby-faced charm.
But, tough as he made himself out to be, he wasn't in the same league with Honey. She remained cool and seemingly unaffected by "The Snake's" ego-tripping. "A lot of studs I've met," she said evenly, "are all sizzle and no steak. If you can dig what I mean." She shot him a wicked grin.
Hal seemed a bit taken aback by Honey's poise and challenging remark. "Maybe I was coming on a bit strong," he admitted with a smile that dripped charm. T guess I didn't bother to read you two carefully enough. Most of the chicks I run across in my business are just a bunch of zonked-out, fuck-happy groupies." He paused for effect T don't usually come into contact with many real-women."
The sincerity of his little speech was evident and it served to clear the air of the tension that had accumulated since he first joined us at the table. I was ready to let him off the hook and so was Honey. She smiled sweetly: "Well, Snake, thanks for the compliment. Maybe there's more to you than what comes out of your mouth, after all."
The baby-faced guitarist relaxed, now that it was clear to him that he didn't have to do a big shuck and jive number on us in order to impress. "Are you guys staying-or just passing through?"
Honey looked at me and I grinned: "We're all just passing through when you get right down to it," I chuckled. Honey burst out laughing and nodded her head in approval of my remark.
Hal looked at me with a certain respect that hadn't been there in the beginning. "Sounds like you two are into some pretty far-out games." He paused, a little unsure of himself. It must have been a new experience for a dude obviously used to having women roll over and play dead at the snap of his talented fingers.
"As a matter of fact we're headed for a rather exclusive party," Honey said with a twinkle in her green eyes. "Think you're up to playing in the big leagues, Hal?"
Without so much as a blink of an eye the handsome young stud stood up, unzipped his suede jeans and pulled out the most enormous prick I'd ever seen! The fucking thing must have been a good thirteen inches long! I whistled through my teeth. He grinned: "Does this qualify for the big league you play in, ladies?"
Honey was as knocked out as I was, but she kept herself remarkably cool and together. She eyed the sex log up and down and pursed her lips: "It'll do, sweetheart. It'll do!" She glanced at me and I nodded. "Now why don't you put it away, pack up your guitar and meet us in front of the club in five minutes, okay?"
"Solid!" Hal said with a grin. He leisurely stuffed his giant whang back into his pants. "I've got a feeling that tonight's gonna prove to be very interesting-all the way around." He turned and walked with a slight swagger away from the table and headed for the dressing room.
"I think we've got ourselves a live one," grinned Honey.
CHAPTER NINE
The ride back to Honey's mansion had been pretty uneventful, although you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Hal sat between Honey and me in the back seat, while Joseph, always discreet, kept his eyes on the road. Not that there was anything to see in his rear-view mirror.
The real trip going down during the ride was strictly mental, but it was intense. With firm feminine flesh pressing against his body on both sides, Hal had become easily and powerfully aroused. The evidence was pretty damned obvious! His giant cock had slowly but surely swelled immensely and seemed as though it would burst through the seam of his pants at any moment
The sight of that incredible sex bulge which ballooned his crotch area and extended a hell of a long way down his leg had its effect on me and Honey, to say the least! An exchange of glances assured me that she was feeling as horny as I was-and I was so damned horny that I could feel love juice dripping out of my heated pussy. It had completely soaked through my bikini panties by the time we reached the house and it was only through sheer mind control that I was able to keep from frigging myself right there in the car!
As for Honey, well, a couple of times I caught her biting her lip in an attempt to restrain herself from jumping on Hal's lovely bone there and then. More than once I saw her hand reach out towards his cock and then pull back.
Joseph left us off at the front door and then continued on towards the garage. The minute we trooped into the mansion we could hear the pulsating sounds of hard rock music coming from the rear part of the enormous house.
As we walked in the direction of the music the sound of a woman screaming in pure ecstasy cut through the music and sent a shiver of excitement through my entire body. "Sounds like the fun's already started," remarked Honey drolly. Hal didn't say a word-just licked his lips in anticipation and grinned like a little boy who'd fallen into a barrel of ice cream.
"Let's get it on," I muttered.
The music grew louder as we approached the large den located at the very rear of the mansion. Honey opened the door and stood just inside, surveying the action. Hal, meanwhile, whistled under his breath: "Now this is some fucking pad!" he exclaimed.
"That's exactly what it is," leered Honey, "a fucking pad!"
The den, which was sound-proofed and whose carpeted floor was strewn with giant cushions and two waterbeds, was occupied by only four people. They were all tangled up in what looked like a sexual pretzel and it was difficult to make out who was who.
The identification problem was immediately solved by Honey who took out her little gold whistle and, like a referee at a football game, called a "time out" with two shrill blasts. "Okay people," she yelled, "the champs have arrived! Take a breather and get acquainted."
The three of us approached the quartet who were laughing hysterically in their attempts to disentangle their rather complex positions. Brian's grinning face stared up from the bottom of the pile where he had been lying flat on his back. A slender, well-built redhead had been sitting astride his rock-hard cock, while at the same time bending over backwards in order to give a royal sucking to Lolly's sopping cunt Lolly, in the meantime, had been giving vigorous head to a gorgeous blond lady who was simultaneously ramming a dildo into Brian's upturned anus. It was one hell of a picture!
As the foursome got up to say hello, Joseph entered the den-stark naked except for his chauffeur's cap, which was perched at a jaunty angle on his head. "Can the help, help out?" he grinned, knowing very well that he was more than welcome.
Honey turned to Hal and me and chuckled: "Looks like everybody's suited-up-birthday-wise-for the game, except us." Hal took the obvious cue like O.J. Simpson racing for die goal line and stripped in a flash. Lolly, the redhead, and the blonde gasped at the sight of his monstrous piece of man meat
Bold as brass, the beautiful little blond girl walked up to Hal and took his enormous cock in her tiny hand. Her eyes sparkled as she pumped his meat up and down: "Pleased to meet you. Pm Barbara."
Everybody laughed and Hal, barely able to keep a straight face, executed a mock-serious bow: "They call me 'The Snake,' " he grinned.
"I can see why," retorted the girl, a look of pure lust in her eyes.
I introduced Hal to Brian and Lolly and then Honey introduced me to Barbara and the redhead. "Sherry, this is Cindy-the newest member of the Hotline's inner circle."
"Welcome to the club," Sherry said with a delightfully warm smile. "Honey said she had a surprise for me-but I didn't think it would be someone as adorable as you are." I grinned my thanks for the compliment.
It suddenly dawned on me that Honey and I were the only people in the room with any clothes on. I shucked out of my miniskirt and I heard sounds of appreciation and approval coming from Hal, Barbara and Sherry.
"You've got a gorgeous bod!" said Sherry admiringly.
"That's a hell of a compliment coming from you," I replied, drinking in every luscious curve of the redhead's own incredible figure. "A natural redhead, too," I said with a grin. Sherry just grinned right back. I knew instantly that we were destined to become close friends.
Honey, meanwhile, had stripped to an equal amount of vocal appreciation. She might have been the oldest member of our little group, but there was no doubt that her ripe, firm body aroused as much-if not more-attention as anyone else's in the room.
For the next fifteen minutes or so everyone rapped informally, passing a couple of joints around and just generally getting to know each other. At one point Sherry, the gorgeous redhead, told me that she had recently moved to LA from New Orleans. "I'd been living with a beautiful man for about six months," she said wistfully, "but he told me that even though he loved me he had to split town on some business that would probably keep him away for a long time."
I smiled my understanding and asked if she had been deeply in love with him. "Christ, yes!" she said fervently. "He was a lot older than me, but he was the most incredible person-and the best damned lover-I'd ever met."
I could tell that she had not yet gotten over the traumatic effect the separation had had on her, so I didn't press the subject. "Let me tell you something, Sherry," I said softly, T know we've just met, but I love you already." Then I threw my arms around her impulsively and kissed her deeply and passionately. Her eyes misted a little as she returned the kiss with equal intensity.
T know we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, Cindy, and I'm really glad that Honey brought you into the family."
While Sherry and I were rapping, I looked around and saw that the group had begun to pair off and get the party rolling again. "Wonder who'll be the first to get a taste of that incredible sugar stick of Hal's," I whispered to Sherry.
She chuckled: "There's no contest, babe. Honey's the queen bee and there's no doubt in my mind that she'll exercise her rights as such."
Sherry was right. Honey was leading Hal by his cock over to one of the waterbeds and they fell down on it, a tangled heap of sex-crazed limbs.
"Initiation time, Hotliners!" Honey yelled, and everybody quickly made their way over to where the action was about to go down. Sherry and I eagerly joined the rest.
For a split second Hal looked a little self-conscious. "I feel like a fighter in a ring waiting for the bell. Who's gonna sell the peanuts?" he said in an obvious attempt to overcome his feelings with a joke. But everybody laughed with delight and I could see that he quickly realized that the people gathered around the bed were natural, friendly and completely open in a way he probably hadn't expected.
"Don't worry, Snake," I giggled, "we don't keep score on the first round."
Hal shot me a look of sheer gratitude and then he grinned at the group: "I used to think I didn't have any inhibitions at all-but you guys are too much!"
Honey bit him playfully on the ear and squeezed his semi-erect dick. "So are you, Hal. So are you. Let's blow their minds!" she said.
While everybody cheered, Honey slipped down over Hal's lean, muscular body and brought her ruby lips to within a fraction of an inch of his phallus. "Get ready, Snake," she chuckled, "Fm about to throw you a few curves!"
Honey made a sensuous oval with her lips and slipped the enormous head of Hal's cock into her mouth. Starting slowly at first, she licked and titillated the purplish corona until Hal began to squirm around with mounting excitement.
We all moved in as close to the bed as possible, nobody wanting to miss any of the action. Honey ran her long, educated tongue up and down the length of his steadily expanding prick. As she I'll licked and sucked with increasing intensity, his giant pussy pole swelled to amazing proportions. Judging from the gasps of disbelief emanating from the throats of everybody in the group-the men included-nobody had ever seen a prick quite like the one to which Honey was paying passionate homage.
"I think I've wet myself," Barbara, the tiny blonde, giggled. This time nobody laughed. They were all too transfixed by the cock-sucking going down on the bed.
It flashed through my mind that what everybody was really waiting to see was just how much of Hal's monster cunt-stretcher Honey would be able to take into her mouth. We ought to place bets on it, I thought to myself with a suppressed giggle.
Honey, meanwhile, had stopped licking the outside of the cock and was preparing to go down on it. Grasping the monster at the point where cock meets balls, she slowly lowered her mouth over the head of Hal's now completely erect penis.
The room was totally silent as she took it, inch by inch, into her glistening oral cavity. Hal was really writhing around now, and his frequent grunts and groans of pleasure were the only sounds to be heard. The whole scene was getting me so damned hot that I rammed three fingers into my red-hot cunt. "Let me," Sherry whispered, gently taking my hand away and putting her own in its place. I immediately thrust my freed hand between her silken legs and, not wanting to take my eyes away from Honey and Hal, groped for Sherry's furry red quim..
A quick intake of Sherry's breath indicated that I had struck home and she wiggled her ass as I parted the moist outer lips of her quivering vulva and inserted three fingers into her hot little box. She had one of the tightest little pussies I'd ever had the pleasure of finger-fucking.
While Honey continued her slow, calculated gobbling of Hal's twitching cock, Sherry and I were finger-fucking each other with mounting abandon. I gasped as she rubbed her thumb back and forth against my hard little clit and I could feel a powerful orgasm coming on fast. Sherry herself was as close to climax as I was.
Tearing my eyes away from the waterbed for a moment I could see that the lust-charged action between Hal and Honey had had an equally potent effect on the others as it had had on Sherry and myself. Lolly was giving a furious hand job to Joseph while Brian was ramming several sopping fingers into Barbara's gaping twat
Then I closed my eyes as my orgasm began to send violent shock waves throughout my body and a long, low, passion-drenched moan erupted from Sherry as she, too, began to come. Our fingers were racing in and out of each other's clasping pussies, and just as Sherry's juices started spilling out of her throbbing box, I could feel my own slippery sex syrup oozing rapidly out of my own frantically contracting cunt
My climax seemed to last forever, as wave after wave of blissful sexual sensations swept through my tingling body. Finally I started to come down from the heights of that ultimate pleasure and I began to breathe normally again. Sherry's equally satisfied sighs told me that she, too, had crested and was joyfully riding the downside of her climactic roller coaster. I took her hand from my love center and gently and lasciviously licked my own come from her warm, sticky fingers. At the same time she took my hand out of her own juice-soaked quim and sucked my digits clean. Then we wound our arms around each other and kissed slowly and passionately. "I really do love you, Cin," she whispered into my ear.
"The feeling's mutual," I crooned.
A loud shout from the bed brought Sherry and me out of our temporary world of loving timelessness. "SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! SUCK IT YOU HORNY BITCH! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
Our attention was instantly drawn back to the Olympian feat of cock-sucking which Honey continued to perform on Hal's gigantic, blood-engorged pussy rammer. I gasped in utter disbelief. While Sherry and I had been busy getting each other off, Honey had somehow managed to take Hal's prick completely into her mouth! "Talk about Deep Throat," Brian exclaimed in a tone of total awe, "that woman is unreal! She took the whole goddamned thing!"
The others murmured in mutual admiration, but Honey and Hal seemed as though they were a million miles away. Hal was thrusting his ass wildly up off the bed, attempting, in his sex-crazed state, to ram his cock-balls and all-down Honey's oral channel. Or at least it seemed that way to me.
I moved a few feet to get a different perspective on the incredible scene. I caught sight of Honey's eyes for a brief moment and I'll never forget the look they had as long as I live. Her green eyes were dilated, glazed and literally bulging out of their sockets and, for a moment, I thought she might have gone mentally berserk.
As Hal's frenzied bucking and jerking threatened to dislodge Honey's hold on his inflamed, glistening cock, she frantically grabbed his ass in a death grip and pulled him tighter against her pistoning mouth.
Intuitively everyone gathered round the bed had sensed that Hal's ejaculation, which he had somehow managed to control for what had seemed like an eternity, was imminent Mouths open in wonder and anticipation, Brian, Barbara, Lolly, Sherry, Joseph and I waited breathlessly for the inevitable explosion.
Seconds later it began. Cutting loose with a scream of triumph, Hal shouted his climactic ecstasy to the world: "COMING! COMING! COMING! GONNA SPILL MY LOAD! TAKE MY COME! MILK ME DRY!!"
The giant cock bucked and reared as his swollen semen sacs sent geyser upon geyser of hot, pent-up jism spurting with terrific force into Honey's lust-crazed mouth. Although she swallowed it down greedily as fast as she could, a lot of the spewing semen squirted out the sides of her mouth and quickly bathed her face. Honey didn't even seem aware of it. She moaned like a wild animal as she sucked and swallowed the amazing 'quantities of come which spurted endlessly from the tip of Hal's monster cock. "FEELS SO GOOD!!!" he screamed.
Finally Hal's body stopped thrashing around as the last Of his load poured down Honey's throat But Honey wouldn't quit. Relentlessly she squeezed his balls and milked his prick until she was satisfied that she'd gotten it all.
After several minutes Honey slowly let the deflated cunt-stretcher slip out of her glistening oral milking machine. She paused to catch her breath and then, after licking as much of the pungent sticky jism from her face as her tongue could reach, she fell over on her back and lay completely still.
For a moment I thought she had passed out, but then a wide, lazy grin crept across her come-drenched face and she looked up at all of us: "Not bad. Not bad at all."
Hal looked at her incredulously: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY 'NOT BAD?' "
There was a moment of dead silence and then Honey crept up over Hal's body and kissed him gently on the mouth: "Just a little joke, Snake. I didn't want the fact that you've got the biggest and best cock I've ever had the pleasure of sucking go to your head." Honey's words carried such sincerity and warmth that Hal smiled and then apologized for yelling at her. "No apologies needed," she replied. "Welcome to the Honeysuckle Hotline. You passed your initiation with flying colors."
Hal's baby face lit up like a Christmas tree. "All I've got to say to that," he said softly, "is Long Live The Queen!"
The room exploded with cheers, whistles and applause. Then Joseph held up his hands as a signal for quiet. When the noise died down completely, Joseph grinned and said: "Isn't it about time we cut out the bullshit and got down to some serious fucking?"
"Right on, Joseph!" chortled little blond Barbara. 'I've got a craving I've been saving for a nice, new pussy-stuffer." She cast a wicked leer in Brian's direction: "Your fingers were just fine, don't get me wrong. But now "I'm dyin' for a taste of the real thing!" Brian grinned back at her and then crawled along the thick carpet to where the girl lay, legs spread wide in invitation. She was flat on her back and her perky titties thrust into the air, her little pink nipples turgid with desire.
Honey took Joseph and Lolly by the hand and led them to a corner of the den where the three of them collapsed on a giant, silk pillow. In an instant
Honey and Lolly were crawling all over their willing victim. Joseph lay flat on his back, his rigid dick jutting up into the air like a miniature flagpole. "RAPE! CALL THE VICE SQUAD!" yelled Joseph with a laugh.
"The man wants to be raped," chuckled Honey, "So let's give the man what he wants!"
Hal was still lying on the waterbed recovering from Honey's masterful blow job, so Sherry and I decided to watch the action going down with Honey, Lolly and Brian. "Let's give Hal a few more minutes and then jump him," I whispered to Sherry, "By that time we should be horny as hell, and he should be ready for some real action." The pretty redhead nodded her assent, so we worked our way over to the cushion where things were just getting ready to roll
Joseph relaxed with his hands clasped behind his head as he listened to Honey and Lolly arguing in a friendly fashion as to who got what-and when. "Ill be glad to warm him up and break him in," simpered Honey.
"Honey, you deserve a little warming up yourself," smiled Lolly with mock concern. "I'll break him in and he can warm you up."
Joseph grinned and purred evilly: "Girls! Girls! All this fighting over my pitiful little bod is gonna go to my head." He chuckled at his inadvertent pun: "As a matter of fact I just wish someone would go to my head!"
Lolly looked at Honey and the two of them smiled and laughed. Then Honey crawled to a point where her bushy cunt was dangling a few inches above Joseph's face. He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it around salaciously: "Come to Papa!" he chuckled.
With her legs straddling and tightly gripping the sides of Joseph's head, Honey slowly lowered her bushy box down within easy range of Joseph's darting, snakelike tongue. Meanwhile Lolly knelt beside his crotch area and lovingly began to lick and suck his already rigid pussy pole. She then took , it all into her ovaled mouth and sucked away on it like a kid with a lollipop for a few minutes.
Joseph's blood was fired by Lolly's work on his prick, and he reached up and pulled Honey's snatch right into his face. His tongue licked her thick, curly black pubic hair and teased the outer lips of her cunt.
Honey sighed and reached her hands down and began stroking Joseph's lean, hairless chest. With a sudden, violent thrust, Joseph rammed his long, red tongue into Honey's perfumed hole. The action took Honey by surprise and she let out a gasp: "Ream it out, Joey! Suck me clean!" she hissed.
Joseph stroked in and out of "the older woman's channel, his tongue darting and twisting in such a way that I could see Honey's cunt begin to ooze as the first of her juices sluiced their way out of her box and trickled down onto Joseph's boyish face. "Bath time already!" he muttered between thrusts of his tongue. "That Hal dude sure got your pussy fires started," he added, thrusting with particular force up into the crimson-lipped love center wiggling around on his face. Honey let out a horny moan and my own little honey-pot began to throb with desire. I glanced at Sherry and she was licking her lips and squirming around with building passion.
"Pretty soon," I grinned.
Sherry cocked her head in the direction of the prone Hal and giggled: "It'll be worth the wait."
Meanwhile Lolly had decided that she'd sucked Joseph's slender prick into a satisfactory state of erection. She got up off her knees and, facing Joseph, straddled his crotch area. Grabbing his turgid ramrod with one hand, she lowered her clean-shaven cunt down until it came in direct contact with the cap of the prick. Her hand guided the tip of his cock into the hairless furrow of her outer pussy lips.
Lolly then began rubbing the purplish corona back and forth against her hard little love button. She started squirming her ass around as her fires ignited and her eyes took on a lustful look of total arousal. Thai, with an audible grunt, she spitted herself on Joseph's twitching cunt-stretcher. With one easy motion she let her body drop quickly, and I could see Joey's prick being swallowed up by Lolly's clasping cunt Lolly's eyes glowed as the prick touched bottom. Her hairless crotch was pressed tightly against the boy's reddish-brown pubic hair, while his balls banged against Lolly's slightly upturned anus. Then Lolly began levering herself faster and faster up and down the length of Joseph's now slippery pole.
A piercing scream from Honey drew my attention away from the lower part of her houseboy's body. Honey's crotch was bouncing, twisting and squirming as Joseph's talented lingual member stabbed repeatedly into her now come-drenched snatch. "I'm GONNA COME AND COME HARD!" Honey screamed with delight. "SUCK ME DRY! EAT MY PUSSY! EAT IT ALL UP!" Her screams mingled with the heavy breathing and frantic slurping sounds coming from Joseph's twat-filled mouth.
An idea flashed through my mind as I watched Honey, Joseph and Lolly writhing and grunting out their primal passion. I'll be right back," I whispered to Sherry. I jumped up and raced out of the den and into Honey's bedroom. I grabbed the body oil and electric dildo from their stash drawer and ran back into the den.
I got back just in time. It looked to me as though Honey, Lolly and Joseph were a scant few minutes away from a violent, simultaneous, three-way orgasm. Lolly was riding Joey's glistening, slick cock like a bronc buster while Honey's head was thrown back, her long black hair whipping around in the frenzy of the moment. Joseph was almost invisible-most of his face being totally covered by Honey's lustfully gaping vagina.
Before anyone realized what was happening I turned on the electric dildo and, not too gently, rammed it into Honey's anus. It wasn't that easy since Joseph's face was blocking it partially, but I managed to wedge the rubber cock between his face and Honey's luscious buttocks. As the humming, pulsing dong slipped into Honey's puckered back passage she let out a wail of surprise and delight. "DO IT , CINDY! RAM THAT BEAUTIFUL TOY UP INTO MY FUCKING INTESTINES!!!" she screamed passionately. I gave it to her the way she wanted it-hard, fast and deep. Then I started working it around inside her asshole with a corkscrewing motion which brought forth even more screams of delight
Not being able to contain her own passions, Sherry crawled over and worked her pretty face into the area where Joseph's pole was being pistoned by Lolly's gobbling, hairless twat. Sherry's tongue snaked out of her mouth and she began licking Joey's balls and the inch or two of come-slickened cock which was coming regularly into view as Lolly rode for her life.
The five of us were a tangled, writhing, moaning tangle of arms, legs, pussies, hands and prick. It was incredible! I felt love juice trickling out of my steaming box and down my legs, and I thought to myself how fucking good it would feel once I had Hal's monster man root firmly lodged inside. I shivered in thrilling anticipation.
But I didn't have much time for private fantasies. The wails, screams, shouts and moans erupting from Honey, Lolly, Sherry and Joseph indicated that they were all on the very edge of explosive climactic release.
Honey was the first to erupt. With a high-pitched shriek she mashed her creaming box so hard against Joseph's straining, juice-streaked face that I thought the poor kid would suffocate. Then Lolly let out a yell: "HERE IT COMES! MY CUNT'S GONNA EXPLODE!" Her prick-crazed little love hole spasmed and gripped Joseph's swollen cock in a death grip.
And then they were all there! It was beautiful to see and hear the four of them pounding and screaming out their individual orgasms. Lolly's love liquid gushed out of her shaved pussy as her body was wracked by an incredible climax, and Sherry was eagerly slurping and sucking up every drop of Lolly's come.
Honey's box erupted and a viscous river of sex syrup poured out of her crimson-lipped quim, drenching Joseph's already glistening face. His tongue pulled out of her clasping cunt and began licking like a maniac. Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and began suctioning the deluge of cunt honey out of Honey's cunt.
I pulled the electric dong out of Honey's anus. It made a popping sound as if a champagne cork had suddenly erupted from the bottle. I let it drop to my side and then I took Honey's head in my hands and began kissing her passionately, my tongue darting in and out of her beautiful, wet mouth. "This is the most far-out party we've ever had,'' exalted Honey.
"And if s just getting into gear," I grinned.
Finally the five of us went limp and lay sprawled all over each other in satiated relief. Sherry was the only person doing anything other than relaxing. She was softly licking Lolly's come off of Joseph's deflated dick. Then she started sucking it ever so gently, taking several inches of it into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue. Within a couple of minutes the boy's limp member began to swell and rise to a state of full erection once again. Joseph just lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying the tender treatment Sherry was rendering to his cunt-whipped cock.
A thumping noise, followed by a high, wailing sound, was heard coming from a far corner of the large room. Honey and I looked around at the same time and we could make out the figures of Brian and blond Barbara seemingly glued to the wall. Our curiosity aroused, we disentangled ourselves from the others and quickly walked over to see just what they were up to.
Barbara's petite body had obviously given Brian an idea he wouldn't have been able to put into practice with a heavier, taller woman like Honey or Sherry. Her back was pressed flat up against the smooth, mahogany-paneled wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Brian's neck, and he had her legs lifted high off the floor, coiled around his slim waist.
As we moved in for a closer look we could see his thick, turgid cock pistoning slowly and rhythmically in and out of the blond girl's golden-haired, silky little love grotto. She was kissing him passionately and her eyes were jumping and dancing with pure, unadulterated pleasure and desire. "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!" she whimpered. "Tear me apart with your gorgeous pecker!"
Honey winked at me and grinned. It was then that I noticed that she'd brought the electric prick with her when we'd walked over from the cushioned area. She pointed it towards Brian's ass and chuckled: "This'll speed things up a bit," she said with a devilish grin.
Brain and Barbara were so involved in their slow-motion wall fuck that they didn't even notice Honey as she tiptoed up closer until she was standing just a few inches away from Brian's back. Just then Barbara opened her eyes and saw what Honey was preparing to do. Her eyes widened with excitement and Honey quickly put a finger to her lips, indicating that Barbara should not let on to Brian what was about to happen to his darling little anus. Barbara nodded her understanding and closed her eyes again.
I could barely keep from laughing as I watched Honey prepare for her "little surprise." She first ran her long, moist tongue up and down the length of the rubber dildo. When it was good and slippery she turned on the electric battery and, given the fact that it made very little noise and that Brian and Barbara were both moaning, neither of the two heard it. Very carefully she brought the tip of the long fake phallus in perfect line with the crease of Brian's buttocks. Then, with a deft, swift motion, she rammed it up to the hilt in the ass of the unsuspecting young stud.
Brian let out a blood-curdling yell which was a combination of utter surprise, momentary pain and obvious pleasure. The force of the entry forced Brian's cock to ram into Barbara's greedy little maw with such intensity that she gasped and screamed, "THAT'S IT! BANG MY BOX AND SPLIT ME IN TWO!!!"
While Honey began stroking the pulsating dong with greater and greater speed into Brian's anus, the boy quickened the pace of his own frantic fucking. Barbara banged against the wall and wailed her pleasure as Brian's prick sluiced into her dripping pussy with blinding speed. "They're getting ready to come," I whispered to Honey. She nodded and got ready to squeeze the honey-filled balls of the electric pussy and ass plunger.
A few seconds later Brian yelled, "GET READY YOU HORNY LITTLE BLOND PUSSY! DADDY IS ABOUT TO SPILL HIS LOAD!!" Barbara clasped him tighter and moaned deliriously.
'"I'm READY ANYTIME YOU ARE!" she yelled back at him.
"So am I," chuckled Honey. Then with a rush the beautiful young couple began to climax simultaneously and Honey immediately started squeezing the balls of her favorite sex toy. Brian sighed as he felt the warm honey squirt into his anus, bathing his well-reamed back passage with its sticky, sweet warmth.
Barbara, meanwhile, was in the throes of her own climax and love juice streamed out of her adorable little blond cunt and dripped in large globs down her thighs and onto the carpet. "My cleaning man can never figure out why my carpets are so hard to clean-and why they have to be done so often," Honey giggled as she watched a puddle of come form at Brian's feet.
"The price of sin," I said, grinning.
Finally Brian's jerking, spurting cock divested itself of its seminal load, and he pulled it slowly out of Barbara's clutching cunt with a hissing pop. The girl's legs slowly uncoiled from around his waist and she stood shakily on her own two feet once again.
"You're a fabulous fuck, Brian," she cooed, biting his earlobe and then planting a wet kiss on his mouth.
"With a little help from our friendly hostess," he kidded, looking at Honey who was standing there, hands on hips, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"De nada," she chuckled. "Just want to spread a little joy in the world," she added.
Brian laughed: "Honey Asshole Seed, huh?" Honey broke out laughing and I joined in. It was the funniest thing I'd heard Brian say in a long time.
While Honey, Brian and I were laughing and rapping, voracious little Barbara fell to her knees in front of Brian. Her eyes sparkling with renewed desire, she took his balk and cupped them gently in one hand. She began stroking his flaccid prick with the other and Brian looked down at her with a big grin on his face. "Just can't get enough cock, huh, you blond little sex kitten!" he said.
Barbara dragged her gleaming white teeth across the head of his prick. "Hey!" Brian yelled in mock-agony, "how will anybody be able to give me head if you bite off the goddamned thing?"
Barbara giggled and looked up at Brian: "Who's calling who 'cock crazy?'" she retorted. "You dragged me over here by my cunt hair, for Christ's sakes!" Brian, Honey and I broke up at the feistiness of the girl who looked like an outsized Barbie doll.
"You tell him, babe!" chuckled Honey. But Barbara had gone back to her oral worshipping at the shrine of Brian's slowly rising pecker. Honey and I watched intently as the sexy little chick sucked with growing force and intensity. Brian's prick would be ready for action pretty damned soon, and the sight of his lovely penis was getting me even hotter than I was already.
"I flunk if s time little Cindy got some heavy action going," I said to Honey. She grinned and watched as I walked back over to where Sherry, Joseph and Lolly were lying on the cushions.
When I reached the trio it was obvious that Sherry's lazy sucking of Joseph's cock had developed into another full-blown scene of sexual activity.
Sherry was now lying on top of Lolly. The redhead's face was buried deeply in Lolly's hairy delta. Sherry's own sweet little red-furred box was bouncing up and down over Lolly's face. Lolly's tongue was busily exploring the innermost recesses of the reeking cunt. The two of them were crooning and moaning and really getting it on.
Joseph, however, wasn't sitting back watching the two young women sucking each other silly. His rock-hard pussy plunger was ramming rhythmically in and out of Sherry's delightful little brownish-ringed anus. Joseph was crouched down, his legs astride Lolly's head. His graceful pistoning was groovy to watch.
But I was getting so damned hot that watching was just driving me more and more crazy. I wanted some cock-and I wanted it soon. And the cock I wanted belonged to Hal. So I left the three young lovers to their own devices and padded over to the other side of the room where Hal was lying on the waterbed. He hadn't moved since Honey's magnificent blow job had literally wiped him out, and it appeared that he'd fallen asleep.
When I reached the side of the waterbed I could see that Hal had indeed nodded off. Deciding not to wake him in any conventional manner, I crawled softly onto the bed and positioned myself so that my face was just an inch or two away from his crotch.
His enormous prick was about as small as it probably ever got-which is to say that, even though it was deflated, it Was still thicker and longer than the penis on an averagely endowed man.
For a few minutes I didn't do anything. I just lay there listening to Hal's shallow breathing and looking at that incredible cock. I tried to imagine what it would feel like as it sank like a post into the elastic channel of my red-hot cunt. I shivered in anticipation and realized that I simply couldn't wait a second longer to get things going.
Slowly and deliberately I started licking the giant head, swirling my tongue around and around and occasionally forcing my way into the small hole in the center of the head. Hal groaned softly in his sleep and I thought for a second that he might be waking up. Not that I didn't want him to wake up-eventually. But right now I wanted to spend some more time working on his pecker while he slept.
I began running my tongue ever so gently up and down the entire length of his flaccid penis and then I gave his enormous balls a good licking and sucking. I hefted his heavy testicles in my hand and thought excitedly how, in a little while, they'd be emptying their treasure into me.
I came out of my momentary daydream and decided to quicken the pace. I formed my lips into an oval and opened my mouth wide enough to accommodate the thickness of his giant log. Then I slowly slipped my mouth over the head of the limp monster and began to suck slowly and deliberately. Hal began groaning a little louder, but he slept on. He's probably dreaming that he's being eaten by powerful vacuum cleaner with tits! I thought to myself with a giggle.
Boldly now I began taking more and more of his prick proper into my wet, warm mouth. I guess I imagined that I could get it all inside the way Honey had. I knew that whether or not I could do it, I was determined to give it a damned good try!
I gagged a bit as the head of his cock reached the back of my mouth and started pushing down my throat. But I knew how to relax the muscles in that area and within seconds my throat had expanded to handle the invasion. Little by little Hal's cock disappeared into my oral channel and worked its way down my throat. It tasted great and felt even better!
I was so turned on by this point that I decided that it was time for one last thrust. Closing my eyes and pausing for a second, I lunged forward and watched as my straining lips slid up over the last two inches of his cock. And that was it. I simply couldn't take any more.
But I'd never been a quitter and I wasn't about to start now. I made one more lunge against the swelling penis and somehow the last of it made its way into my bulging oral cavity. I did it! Goddamnit I did it! I thought triumphantly.
The knowledge that I'd been able to take Hal's entire piece of pussy meat sent my mind reeling in frenzied delight and desire. I started sucking it fast and hard and I could feel the all-day sucker twitch and jump spastically as it ballooned to the same incredible proportions it had when Honey had done her work.
Suddenly I heard a chuckle and I stopped sucking. With the cock still stuffed in my mouth, I looked up and saw that Hal was awake and grinning down at me!
I drew back and let his prick slide all the way out of my mouth. As the head popped out it leaped into the air and stood ram-rod stiff away from his crotch. With a malicious grin I grabbed his pecker and pulled it towards me-and then let it go. It sprang back so hard that it smacked against his flat belly before assuming its flagpole-like stance.
"How fucking long have you been awake digging on what I've been doing?" I demanded in a tone of mock-indignation.
He grinned: "Ever since I felt the head of my dick touching your tonsils," he replied.
I laughed and crawled up across his body and kissed him fast and hard. "I wanted to be the first to feel that monster of yours slamming into my cunt," I hissed.
"Your wish is my command," He chuckled. "Let's get to it!"
CHAPTER TEN
While Hal and I were lying on the bed preparing to fuck our brains out, the rest of the group had silently made their way over to where we were. I looked up into their faces with a look of triumph in my eyes.
"Watch and weep, chickies!" I said to Honey, Lolly, Sherry and Barbara. "Cindy is about to show you all what a real log roll is all about!"
Everybody laughed and sat down in various positions around the waterbed. "Now remember, Cin," chuckled Honey, with a nod in the direction of the other girls, "if you're not woman enough to take all that beautiful meat-there's a few eager volunteers ready and willing to help you out!"
I just grinned and said, "Don't worry, Honey. I'll handle it-and leave a little left over for you sex-crazed fiends to fight over!" Everyone laughed except Joseph. He pouted and made his eyes appear as though we were neglecting him.
"Hey! What about me and Brian?" he said. "Hal's ain't the only dog bone in town." He winked at Brian who winked back. It was obvious that they, too, were extremely interested in the upcoming bout between Hal and me.
"Jerk yourselves off, you greedy buggers," laughed Lolly, grabbing her brother's limp dick and twisting it. "Pay attention," she added with a giggle, "you assholes just might learn a few new tricks!"
I wasn't at all self-conscious as a result of all the attention the others were paying to Hal and me, but I was thinking that my concentration might be less than it should be. "Don't sweat it," Hal whispered encouragingly. "Once we start getting it on they'll all get so damned turned on that they'll forget about what we're up to." I smiled at his show of consideration-and what he said made perfect sense.
So I blocked the others out of my mind and turned all my attention to Hal. His gorgeous cock was lying limp against his leg and I started running my hand up and down the length of the sleeping giant. "Time to wake up," I giggled softly, hefting the monster in my hand and gently slapping it against Hal's smooth, nicely muscled leg.
I felt a hand slip between my legs and begin rubbing in a steady circular motion against my prominent love mound. It felt really good! "Mmmmm, you've got groovy hands," I whispered in Hal's ear. He kissed me full on the mouth, his long tongue slipping into my oral cavity and sensuously licking the sensitive inner walls.
"How about a little sixty-nine?" he suggested, whipping his tongue around in my mouth.
I quickly reversed my position and found myself staring right into the purplish head of his giant cock. I looked at it with a degree of wonderment for a moment or two, but then I felt Hal's tongue lunging between my pussy lips, and it began darting spastically against my horny tissues.
I wiggled my ass around so that my cunt would be directly over his warm, wet mouth. He grunted and withdrew his tongue from my pussy and began licking the outer lips of my love center, searching for my clitoris. It didn't take him long to find my turgid little love button. As his lingual member flicked back and forth across it, waves of tingling sensation coursed through my body and I moaned aloud.
As Hal continued whipping my clit with his long, hard tongue, I grabbed the head of his cock and began licking and sucking it with total abandon. It started swelling and twitching with little jerking motions. I ran my hand up and down the length of his giant tool, hefting his enormous, come-filled balls and squeezing them until he began moaning with pain and pleasure.
I worked my mouth to a point below the base of his quickly rising prick and tried to stuff both of his balls into my mouth. It wasn't easy, but I accomplished my purpose. Crooning happily to myself, I sucked away at the soft, furry testicles and was rewarded with increased groaning from my baby-faced partner.
As I continued to work on his semen sacs with a rhythmic, tantalizing motion, he thrust his tongue as fast and as far as he could up into the moist channel of my red-hot twat. I knew he wouldn't be fooling around like this much longer, given the way his prick was soaring into full erection and the way my steaming pussy was contracting and expanding with growing urgency around his pistoning lingual member.
I let Hal's balls slip from my mouth and I quickly pursed my glistening lips into an oval. Grabbing his rock-hard shaft by its base, I lowered my mouth over the gigantic, pulsating corona and began sucking away as though my life depended upon it. Hal began writhing and groaning frantically, his tongue stabbing away at my juicy pussy like a snake on uppers. My God, it felt great!
Suddenly I felt Hal's tongue quickly withdraw from my cunt, and then Hal flipped me over on my back. He slid his hands underneath my ass and grabbed my cheeks with a firm, determined motion. I instinctively spread my legs as wide as they could go, offering up my gleaming crack to his sex-crazed gaze. Without letting go of my ass cheeks, he lowered himself down over my body and began stabbing his gigantic cock at my slippery vaginal orifice.
Within a matter of seconds I felt the head of his phallus pushing against the hairy outer lips of my quivering vulva. Then he started to slowly push his outsized sex log into my pussy proper. I gasped as its incredible thickness forced my cunt to expand more and more in order to accommodate such a giant pussy-rammer. I began to moan incoherently as, little by little, his cock sank deeper into my fiery love furnace. My teeth started chattering with excitement as the young stud took his own sweet time getting all of it in. "SHOVE IT IN HARDER! HARDER! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! ALL! ALL! ALL!!" I yelled.
But Hal was obviously intending to make our loving last as long as possible. He wanted to get me as hot as was humanly possible before he began ramming into me with the force I knew he was capable of mustering. So even as I shoved my ass up at him in a vain attempt to force more of his incredible sugar stick into my greedy maw, he laughed softly and continued to push it in slowly and teasingly.
My eyes began to bulge in their sockets as his cock worked its way into the deepest part of my hungry channel. Finally, with a grunt, he gave one last thrust and I gasped as I felt the head of his dick slam up against my cervix. He was all the way in and I almost passed out with the exquisite pleasure he was giving me.
I opened my eyes and glanced wildly around. Hal had been right. The horny coupling of our bodies had had plenty of effect on the rest of our group. Honey was sitting astride Brian's erect penis, her ass heaving and twisting as she rode him like a woman possessed. Brian, meanwhile, was sucking away at Sherry's cunt which was pressed tightly against his boyish face.
Barbara was lying close by with her legs spread wide. Joseph was ramming in and out of her sopping pussy with blinding speed, while Lolly was working the electric dildo in and out of his heaving back passage. I tore my eyes away from the erotic scenes being played out next to the bed as Hal began to move his prick around inside of me. He flexed his monster cock and I gasped as it sent shivers of pleasure rippling through my body.
"DON'T TORMENT ME ANYMORE! RAM THAT MOTHER-FUCKER INTO ME! KILL ME WITH THAT LOG!!!" I screamed.
Hal just grinned. "Are you really ready for some good old-fashioned fucking?" he said teasingly. By way of answering I coiled my legs around his slender waist and began jerking my ass with such abandon that he realized he'd waited long enough.
"Okay, babe. We've teased each other long enough," he hissed. My eyes sparkled with desire.
"Then shut up and fuck me!" I replied with a moan. Immediately Hal withdrew his cock slowly to the outer lips of my hungering cunt and then rammed it back up to the hilt with such force that it literally took my breath away. "Oh, yes!!! Split me open!" I screamed.
He took me at my word. He took his hands away from my ass and gently uncoiled my legs from around his waist. Then he lifted my legs straight up into the air which left my clasping cunt wide open to the merciless onslaught of his rampaging cock. "Here it comes!" he grunted, and quickly skewered' me to the quick.
"I LOVE IT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I yelled, my ass wiggling and squirming around like an eel.
Hal began sluicing in and out in a lazy rhythm which I quickly matched with my bounding buttocks. Within seconds we had established a wholly satisfying rhythmic groove and together we began sawing back and forth with increasing passion and growing sexual abandon. My cunt was exactly the right depth for his lusting log which slammed against my cervix on virtually every downstroke.
Hal was fucking me with such dexterity and spine-tingling expertise that my mind flashed back for a moment to a time, not so long ago, when I was being screwed by the only man I considered better than the young stud who was now stuffing my cunt with cock-Papa Jax.
But the vision disappeared as quickly as it had come, as Hal's stroking picked up speed. It was all I could do to keep up with his maniacal fucking. Then the first of my orgasms hit me full force and I began wailing with delirious pleasure. "COMING!
COMING! COMING! SO DAMNED GOOD!" I whimpered as his giant cunt-stretcher did its work.
As my love juices streamed out of my cunt and poured down over his bounding prick and onto the bed, Hal continued his insanely pleasurable pistoning. My ass heaved and my back arched and stiffened as a second even more intense climax shook my body. I was jerking and bouncing around frantically and it was all Hal could do to stay with me. But he did. As my climax turned me into a mass of quivering, red-hot sensations, Hal just kept stroking away at my soaking pussy.
Then, just as my third orgasm came over me, I looked into Hal's eyes and realized that he, too, was about to spill his load. We were going to come together in a blinding, blazing sky-rocketing climax which would never stop and my mind reeled in ecstatic anticipation. "Anytime you're ready!" I hissed.
Hal just grinned and gritted his teeth. "Just about-now!" he gasped.
As wave upon wave of climactic sexual release swept through me, I felt Hal's swollen prick begin to buck and jerk inside my come-drenched pussy. I gasped as the first violent spurt of his ejaculation crashed against the sensitive tissues of the innermost depths of my clasping pussy. "GIVE ME EVERY DROP! POUR IT INTO ME! FILL MY CUNT!!!" I screamed with a frenzy which only served to whip Hal into even more wild pummeling with his roaring, semen-spurting cock.
"TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE IT ALL!" he yelled in reply.
As I felt his hot come continue to splash endlessly against the walls of my writhing twat, my own soaring orgasm caused me to see stars. Lights of every color began dancing in front of my lust-crazed eyes and I flailed the air with my arms. "SO GOOOD--SO FUCKING GOOD!" I moaned to the world at large.
Finally I realized that Hal's incredible, semen-spewing climax had run its course, although he kept whipping his still rock-hard pussy-rammer in and out of my gyrating cunt. I heaved my ass up against him as hard as I could, but his powerful thrusts completely dominated me and drove me back down onto the wildly rippling waterbed.
It was at this point that I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Honey had crawled up onto the bed and was busy squeezing the last drops of come out of Hal's bouncing balls. Spurred on by Honey's salacious maneuvers, Hal plunged and skewered me with blinding speed. I began to come again and this time I passed out.
I must have been unconscious for at least two or three minutes, because when I came to everybody in the room had joined Hal, Honey and me on the bed. I lay there, battered and totally satiated, and watched with amazement and delight as the others fucked themselves senseless in a seemingly endless variety of combinations and positions.
Honey had spitted herself on Hal's still rigid cock and was riding up and down its incredible length at a furious pace, her long black hair whipping around with a swishing, hissing sound. I watched spellbound as the beautiful woman levered herself up until Hal's prick was almost completely out of her pussy-and then rammed her body back down until, with a satisfied grunt, she had sucked the entire length of the giant cock back into her wildly contracting cunt.
Brian lay on his back beside Hal, his slender young cock being greedily sucked into the crimson-lipped cunt of the vivacious, redheaded Sherry. She was bucking and plunging with the same frenetic energy and enthusiasm as Honey. As I looked on, Honey and Sherry synchronized their movements until they were rising and falling on their respective cunt-stretchers in perfect harmony.
As the two cock-crazy women rose and fell, they started playing with each other's tits. Sherry's delicate little hands tried in vain to latch onto and hold Honey's large, frantically swaying breasts. Honey, on the other hand, had no trouble containing Sherry's hard, taut-nippled tits, and the young girl moaned with pleasure as Honey manipulated them.
I was starting to get hot all over again as I drank in the sight of the two women who were busily gratifying their individual lust.
I crawled up to the top end of the bed where Joseph was whipping his dick in and out of Lolly's creaming, hairless love grotto. The girl was obviously in the grip of a violent, soaring orgasm. She was waving her arms in the air and gasping as though she'd had the wind knocked out of her. Her tight little ass was jerking and twitching and moving in a sensual, circular motion which was driving Joseph out of his mind. He clenched his teeth and I giggled, realizing that the young stud was trying to keep himself from coming. I stuck my tongue in his ear. "Hang in there, Joey! Save some for me!" I crooned.
"I'll do the best I can," he gasped.
Suddenly I felt something long and stiff poking at my anus, trying to force its way into my tightly puckered little back passage. My first instinct was to help it along, so I wriggled my ass, reached my hands behind my back and spread the cheeks of my ass as wide as I could. I gasped as the dildo (which, it flashed on me, was what was doing the poking) surged through my tight little asshole and penetrated quickly up to the hilt. "Split me apart!" I muttered, wiggling my ass around to intensify the pleasurable sensations.
Just when I had decided to find out who my friendly little ass-fucker was, I heard a giggle coming from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and found myself face to face with Barbara. She kept ramming the dildo into me with sure, steady strokes as she pressed her full, hard boobs against my sweaty back. "Hi!" she giggled, "hope you don't mind the way I snuck up on you."
"Shit, no!" I said. "I was beginning to feel a little left out of the action."
"That's what I thought," Barbara replied, never stopping her frigging of my bum hole for a moment. "I saw you pass out after you hit your third or fourth orgasm. Jesus! you must have really tore one off!"
"Fm about to do it again," I hissed between clenched teeth as the fake dong whipped in and out of my anus. I quickly took Barb's free hand and placed it on my hot little cunt. She didn't need any instructions. Her little hand rubbed itself gently at first against my pubis and then she began flicking my erect clitoris with her index finger. I gasped with sheer pleasure.
As I felt my orgasm coming on with a rush, Barbara jammed three fingers up into my juicy cunt and began working them around with increasing speed. At the same time she continued frigging my hot little rear hole with that amazing rubber prick.
"I'M GONNA COME!! I'M GONNA COME!!" I screamed. As the shock waves of my orgasm raced through my body, Barbara started squeezing the fake balls of the dildo. Almost immediately I felt the warm, soothing diluted honey spurting into my anus. "Ahhhh! That feels so fucking incredible!" I crooned, as my insides were bathed in the sticky liquid.
Barbara's talented fingers were still crammed deep inside my fast-flowing pussy. They sloshed around with a vengeance as I jerked my pelvis up hard against her hand and felt the last waves of my climax surging through my mind and body. Then I went limp.
Barbara pulled the dildo out of my ass and her fingers out of my come-drenched love center. She started to raise her hand to her mouth, but I took her hand gently, but firmly, and steered it towards my own mouth. "Let me do it," I moaned imploringly.
"Be my guest," said Barbara. One by one I sucked my own come from the slender fingers of the delightful little blonde. "Mmmm! I hope that tastes as good as it feels!" she whispered.
"You know it does!" I replied, giving her fingers one last swipe with my hot little tongue.
Then we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately. Her hard tits were pressed flat against my own firm boobs and our pubic mounds ground together in such a way as to incite my lust all over again. "Let's look around for a free cock," Barbara suggested. I nodded my agreement and we broke out of our clinch.
We glanced around the bed and saw that Honey and Sherry had obviously satisfied their desires temporarily--on the pricks of Hal and Brian. The two women were locked in a writhing embrace, the two of them panting and gaping like fish out of water. Honey's long, elegant fingers were spearing in and out of Sherry's red-furred twat while Sherry's equally adept fingers were working a similar kind of sexual magic on Honey's twitching love center.
In another corner of the bed Joseph was still fucking Lolly like a madman, but now his long, slender phallus was gliding in and out of the girl's pink-rimmed anus. Lolly was up on all fours, dog-style, and Joseph was simultaneously massaging her dangling tits with his hands which were snaked around her back. Since Joseph was stroking her with such a slow, lazy motion, Barb and I realized that it would be a little while before Honey's handy handyman would be able to spare us a little of what he was so happily lavishing on Lolly's wriggling rear passage.
It was another story with Brian and Hal. Obviously a little whacked out by the frenzied fucking of Sherry and Honey, the two young men were lying quietly side by side. Hal's hand was leisurely stroking Brian's limp dick and Brian was doing the same to Hal's wilted monster. "Looks like we could be of some assistance over there," I giggled softly to Barbara.
"Mmmm. Yeah. Let's get it on!" she replied huskily.
The two of us crept over to where Brian and Hal lay, and Barbara made a beeline for Hal's gorgeous tool. "Hope you don't mind," she whispered, "but this is the only one I haven't had a taste of-and I've been dying to feel that gigantic cock stuffed up my pussy!" I just grinned and worked my way over to Brian's crotch.
"I see that we're just in time to keep you two studs from turning queer," I chuckled. Hal and
Brian looked up and grinned as Barbara and I lunged for their meat.
"Help yourself, girls," laughed Brian.
"Yeah," chimed in Hal. "We're just gonna lie here and pretend we're in some kinda harem."
I looked at Barbara and winked. She understood what I had in mind and winked back. Then we both grabbed for a cock and squeezed as hard as we could. Brian and Hal let out simultaneous yells which attracted the attention of Honey and Sherry. As I started sucking on Brian's candy stick, Barbara began working on Hal's giant dong. We were both kneeling side by side and, from time to time, we leaned towards each other and exchanged long, passionate kisses, abandoning our respective pricks for a couple of minutes.
"Hey! I'm gonna file for desertion!" yelled Brian.
"I'm with ya, good buddy!" said Hal. Barb and I looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to sucking prick. We were both licking, sucking and slurping with such intense concentration that I, for one, didn't notice that the waterbed had shifted.
Then, without warning, I felt a pair of hands spread my ass cheeks wide and a warm, wet tongue began slithering into the crack and licking at my now exposed cunt. "Ahhhh! That feels great! Don't stop!" I moaned, taking Brian's tumescent member out of my mouth for a moment. A squeal from Barbara caused me to glance over at her. Honey was busily burrowing around in the little blonde's cunt with her tongue, the same way Sherry was doing me up.
After a few minutes of delightfully mutual sucking and licking, I saw Brian look over at Hal. Hal nodded and then Brian yelled: "ACTION STATIONS!" The two lusty studs grabbed Barb and me and threw us over on our backs. Brian's rock-hard pecker was poised at the lips of my sopping pussy, and Hal's fully erect battering ram was in a similar position at the outer lips of Barb's wet, blond-haired cunt.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!" Brian yelled. "GO! GO! GO!" shouted Hal. On Hal's signal Brian sank his cock into me with one fierce, cunt-splitting shove while Hal did the same to Barb. I grunted with pleasure as Brian's prick touched bottom, but Barbara let out a scream as Hal's giant log evidently rammed into her with incredible power.
As Barb and I lay on our backs savoring the ferocious fucking we were receiving, I saw Honey and Sherry work their way up the bed until Sherry's dripping box was positioned directly over my face and Honey's equally wet pussy was moving up over Barb's lust-contorted features.
As Brian humped into my red-hot fur furnace, I began spearing my tongue in and out of Sherry's sweet-smelling, deliciously spunky love grotto. Glancing over at Barb, I could see that she was rendering a similar service to Honey's dripping hole, all the while gasping and moaning as Hal pistoned his prick savagely into her own gaping cunt. The six of us were writhing and wriggling in total ecstasy, oblivious to anything other than our frantic couplings and sucking.
It wasn't until I heard Honey and Sherry scream that I realized that the six of us had suddenly become eight!
Pausing in my glorious reaming of Sherry's reeking cunt, I saw that Joseph and Lolly had crept up behind Honey and Sherry, and initiated a little added attraction of their own! Joseph had slithered his cock into Honey's upturned anus and Lolly, busily frigging her own box with one hand, was ramming the electric dildo furiously into Sherry's equally accessible back passage. The entire scene was beyond belief! The eight of us were bouncing, heaving, groaning, moaning and screaming out our individual passions with such incredible frenzy and abandon that I was sure some neighbor would hear the insane racket and call the cops!
The last thing I remember that night was Sherry's high-pitched wail as she came in my mouth, and my own scream of relief as Brian's cock jetted hot semen into my clutching, climaxing cunt! It was absolutely fantastic!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Although one of Honey's seemingly endless "get-togethers" was going on full tilt in the den and other parts of the mansion, I was sitting propped up in my bed for the past couple of hours. Thinking.
Thinking about all the things that have gone down in the six months since I first met the swinging leader of the "Honeysuckle Hotline" and joined her intimate little "family."
Don't get me wrong. It hasn't turned out to be some kind of horrible bummer:-far from it. I've had some incredibly exciting experiences and one hell of a lot of fun-sexually and otherwise. For one thing, I soon discovered that certain members of the tight "inner circle," like Sherry, Barbara and myself, were exempt from having to do any actual babysitting as we'd fully expected to do.
It turned out that only those girls who, for one reason or another didn't quite "fit in" (Honey's term), wound up actually working as legitimate employees of the Hotline. Oh, once in a while I or Barb or Sherry would fill in on a job when one of the regular girls was sick or unavailable, but, for the most part, we were free to pretty much do as we pleased.
And Honey was more than generous. Like, I've been living in the mansion all this time and living off the fat of the land. Honey has provided me with absolutely everything I've needed-and more.
Honey leased a groovy silver grey Mercedes convertible which was strictly for my own personal use as long as I was part of her wild little clan. She insisted on paying for all my clothes, most of which we bought together on insane shopping sprees, and she also paid me what she referred to as a "small salary." Small, my ass! I've been receiving three hundred dollars a week which easily covered things like my art school tuition, make-up and other incidental expenses, but since I lived at the mansion, there wasn't much else I had to actually pay for.
Consequently, I've saved almost five thousand dollars, which has remained safe and secure in a Beverly Hills bank account which I opened a couple of weeks after moving in with Honey and the others. My longtime ambition has been to have a groovy little studio of my own where I could live and paint, and, by the time I've outgrown the Hotline scene, I'll be able to realize my dream.
Honey's been really generous as far as girls like Sherry and Barbara are concerned. Sherry wanted to live in her own pad rather than the mansion and, although Honey was initially disappointed, she happily paid the rent for Sherry, bought her a lot of groovy clothes, and paid her the same salary as I've been getting.
Barb's situation has been identical to my own. She moved into the mansion a week or so after I did, and Honey laid the same salary and "fringe benefits" on her as she did on me.
Because of the terms of their trust fund, Brian and Lolly couldn't give up their little house in Box Canyon and move in with the rest of us at the mansion. But, because Honey really dug the twins (and vice-versa), they became regulars at all the parties and, like everyone else, had one hell of a good time.
So, all in all, the last six months have been out of sight. I've become awfully damned used to Honey's opulent lifestyle and I know for a fact that if and when I decided to give it up (or, if for some reason, Honey invited me to give it up), it wouldn't be all that easy. So I guess it would be fair to say that I've come to believe that this is the only way to fly!
But although things have been going along smoothly, there's been something gnawing away at the back of my mind-something that I haven't quite been able to put my finger on yet. It's been more of a feeling-sort of a nagging premonition that eventually the whole trip was going to go down the tubes.
Like I said, I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly why I've been feeling this way for the last few weeks, which is why I've been sitting here in my room mulling things over for the past couple of hours while the sounds of wild partying have been drifting in from the other parts of the mansion.
The sound of a man laughing-a raucous, evil kind of laugh-snapped me out of my reverie. It was Hal's voice, a voice I've come to both love and hate since that night almost six months ago when Honey and I picked him up at the club.
Did I say hate"? I guess I really meant fear. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out just what it was about Hal "The Snake" Gorman that caused me to feel the way I did about him. Sure, he's proved to be an incredible sexual athlete with a prick that never quit, but still...
Then it hit me! That first night at the rock club. My mind flashed back like a computer tape in reverse to that night when Honey and I sat speechless and horny, watching Hal's sensuous, serpentine body movements as he wrenched screaming hot blues riffs from his long-necked, phallic-like electric guitar.
In my mind's eye I watched the scene play back as Hal swaggered over to join us at our table in that smoky, pot-filled club. What was it that he'd said by way of self-introduction? I thought for a moment and then it came back to me: "Hal Corman's the name-anything's my game." That was it.
But there was something else. I concentrated and tried to bring every detail of that chance encounter back to life, but the sound of Hal's wicked laughter intruded once again and I opened my eyes. I sat there listening for a few seconds and then it all came flooding back with a rush.
I suddenly remembered exactly what "The Snake" had looked like and how he'd acted at that precise moment when he first hit on Honey and me-at that moment when he first saw us as just another couple of rock groupies to be smooth-talked and whipped quickly in and out of bed.
He'd been cool, arrogant and slightly menacing. I could see his deep-set, cobra-like eyes darting from me to Honey-penetrating quickly to ascertain exactly where we were at. I remembered thinking to myself at that moment that he was a potentially dangerous cat, but it had been only a fleeting thought-a thought quickly forgotten in light of the intense physical attraction both Honey and I had felt towards the raunchy guitarist.
But it hadn't been just the sexuality of Hal which had caused me to block that momentary flash of what he might really be like from my mind. It had been that baby-faced charm and that sincere apology for treating us like a couple of groupies which had allowed my mind to instantly reject that fleeting feeling of possible danger which had arisen in me during those crucial first moments of our meeting with "The Snake."
I shuddered momentarily as those deeply hidden memories flashed back into my conscious mind, but the sound of a light tapping on my door instantly brought me back to the reality of now. "C'mon in-it's not locked," I said softly.
The door opened and Joseph's boyish, grinning face peeked inside. "Is Your Highness receiving visitors this evening?" he chuckled. I grinned back and waved him into the room. He entered quickly, followed by the luscious, redheaded Sherry. Joseph was completely nude (except for his chauffeur's cap which he only wore at parties), while Sherry was wearing just a pair of tiny, lace-trimmed bikini panties. She looked ravishing.
The brooding thoughts about Hal Corman and the way I felt about him receded-but not completely-as I watched Sherry and Joseph walk across the room towards my bed. Their beautiful, firm young bodies never failed to turn me on and it occurred to me that, aside from the great physical attraction I felt towards each of them, it went a lot deeper than that. During the past six months, Joey and Sherry and I had become extremely close friends. I still had a great deal of affection for Honey, of course, but she was always on the move.
Except for shopping sprees and sexual free-for-alls, I didn't see all that much of the "Queen Bee"-as we all affectionately referred to her. But it was Joseph and Sherry, particularly Sherry, with whom I had formed my closest, most truly intimate relationships. I could tell them literally anything in confidence and know that I could trust them completely.
I smiled in admiration as I watched Sherry's gorgeous, high-thrusting boobs sway sensually as she approached the side of the bed. But the sight of Joseph's long, slender penis swinging back and forth like a pendulum always made me giggle. "You look so fucking ridiculous with your dork flopping around like that," I told him lovingly as he neared the bed.
"Ill bet you tell that to all the guys," he retorted with a wide grin.
Sherry perched herself on the edge of the bed, took my hand in hers and looked deep into my eyes. "What gives, Cin? You've been cooped up here all evening. Is everything okay?"
Before I could answer Joseph crawled up onto the bed beside me and smiled gently. "My girl has a problem," he said.
I loved them for their sincere concern, but I tried to shrug it off with a laugh: "Everything's fine. Just those old monthly blues," I lied. Sherry slipped a hand underneath the sheet covering my body and ran it up between my legs. Grinning, she eased her middle finger gently through my pubic hair and inside my damp pussy.
"No panties. No plug. No-period." She withdrew her hand and again she regarded me with a serious look on her face. "C'mon, babe, 'fess up.
You know you can't lie to me or Joey. What's bug-gin' you?"
I took a deep breath and looked from one to the other. "If I tell you what's been on my mind, will you promise not to laugh or tell me I'm crazy?" They both nodded their heads solemnly.
So for the next ten minutes I laid my whole mental trip about my feelings and anxieties concerning Hal on my two close friends. They didn't interrupt to ask any questions or make any comments, but simply listened carefully to everything I said. When I'd spelled it all out, they exchanged meaningful glances with each other.
"Well, am I nuts?" I demanded. Sherry kissed me impulsively and smiled. Joseph shook his head and snuggled up a little closer to my warm body.
"Nobody's crazy in this room," he said in all seriousness.
"He's right," Sherry added quietly.
They seemed to be talking in riddles and I got a little pissed off. "Come on! It's your time to talk and don't go beating around the bush," I said a bit harshly. Again the exchange of glances between Sherry and Joseph. He nodded at her.
"Listen, Cin," Sherry began earnestly, "I've been getting weird vibes from Hal for the last little while, but I dismissed them just like you did. But last night I rapped about it with Joey and we were going to talk to you about it when we'd figured it all out. But you beat us to the punch."
Joseph gave Sherry a rather sharp look. "Tell her everything," he said quietly, but firmly. Sherry nodded her head and turned back towards me.
"Do you remember that black eye Barb had about a month ago?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "She was high on grass and walked into a door or something."
"It wasn't a door, babe. It was Hal." I shot her a look of surprise and disbelief.
"Hal? Why the hell didn't you say anything to me about it?" I demanded. "If that son of a bitch ..." My voice trailed off. I was damned upset.
"She couldn't tell you about it," said Joey, "because she didn't know about it until yesterday."
"That's the truth, Cin," Sherry said. "I was having a little heart to heart talk with Barb and somehow it just came out. She was really upset about something and I finally got her to rap. She said that she'd deny it if I told anybody. She's one scared little chick."
I was a bit confused. "Scared? Shit, every dude gets a little out of hand once in a while-and sometimes people ask for it. So she got a black eye. What's got her so scared?"
"He has," said Joey.
"You guys are holding a lot of shit back. I can feel it," I said accusingly.
"Don't be angry, Cin," said Sherry, "We didn't want to lay it all out until Joey had had a chance to do a little checking around."
"What kind of 'checking around' are you talking about?" I demanded. Joey's face registered a certain distaste as he spelled it out for me. "It appears that Hal has been pulling a sort of minor-league Charlie Manson-type number on Barb and a couple of the new girls." My mouth hung open as Joey quickly filled in the details. "It seems that Hal isn't happy just being able to score with every chick he meets. He's got this domination thing-sort of a warped need to make women totally subjugate themselves to his will." m
Joey paused for a moment, but Sherry picked up the thread. "It's worse than that-we think," she said softly. "Joey and I think that Hal's been getting Barb and the other girls to hook for him, but we're not absolutely positive. That's why Joey and I decided to wait before telling you about it. We wanted to be sure."
My head was reeling as I tried to comprehend the kind of warped, vicious trip they'd just described. I mean, I wasn't all that surprised to hear that Hal had hit Barb-but all this other business. It was hard to handle all at once. "You realize we've got to do something, don't you?" I said.
Sherry and Joseph nodded silently. "Christ! when I think of all the groovy times we've all had together. Honey's idea of a totally open and free lifestyle made a lot of sense to me--and it still does," I said urgently. "But if what you guys have told me about Hal is true-well, it could ruin everything. To say nothing of what kind of changes he's put Barb and the other girls through."
I searched their eyes, hoping to find something that might indicate that they really didn't believe "The Snake" had really been up to what they said he had. But one look told me that I wasn't about to find what I was looking for. I shook my head: "You really are sure, aren't you?"
"As sure as we can be at this point, Cin," Sherry answered softly. "But," she added, "I think we should give Hal the benefit of the doubt until we're absolutely positive." I nodded my agreement. It wasn't that I was so crazy about Hal anymore, it was simply that I was brought up to believe that a person is innocent until proven guilty.
"So what's the next step? Do we tell Honey?" I queried.
Joey shook his head vigorously: "Not yet. Until we've got concrete proof, Honey won't believe it. Haven't you noticed how much Hal has her under his thumb?" I thought about Joey's last remark for a few seconds and then realized that it was true. Honey did act differently when Hal was around, but I hadn't really paid any attention to her behavior. I guess I just kept seeing the same Honey I'd come to know before Gorman came along. Or maybe I had just refused to see-and accept-what had slowly been going down in front of me during the past couple of months.
I shook my head slowly and looked straight at Joseph: "So what do we do? How do we get the kind of proof we need to convince Honey that Hal's everything we think he is?"
"I've got several discreet friends in ... uh ... low places," he said, and I thought for a split second that he was joking. "I'm serious, babe. You know me. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds like a put-on-but this time I'm dead serious. These friends are doing a little quiet snooping around and I figure they should be able to come up with something-if anybody can."
"What do we do in the meantime?" I asked softly. This time Joey and Sherry were both grinning.
"The best thing we can do," said Sherry, "is to simply act completely normal. We don't want Hal to pick up any weird vibes before Joey's friends have done their little investigation."
Joey nodded in agreement: "It's not as though the cat's a real threat to our lives or anything like that. And, anyway, he's not here all the time, so you and Sherry will be able to avoid him-stay clear of him until we've got our proof and decided what action we should take."
Joseph made sense. If Hal really was into the warped trip they'd described, we'd find out. And "The Snake" would definitely have to pay some heavy dues. I'm not a vindictive person, but there are certain kinds of behavior and actions which I honestly believe have to be dealt with fairly-but firmly.
I was so deeply lost in thought that it was a minute or two before I realized that Sherry's silky hand had worked its way back under the sheet and back into the mossy folds of my pussy. "Hey!" I giggled, "are you trying to pull some kind of weird trip on me?"
They both laughed. "You heard what Joey said," Sherry chuckled. "We've got to act normal. So that's just what I'm doing-acting normal!" To drive her point home, so to speak, the sensuous redhead quickly and easily speared two of her talented fingers deep into my moist cunt. At the same time Joey snuggled closer and kissed me passionately. As I returned the kiss with a funny combination of desire, love and genuine relief, he took my hand and steered it down to his crotch.
"A little loving can work wonders," he whispered in my ear, and I had to agree with him.
"You guys are beautiful," I said emotionally. The two of them just grinned.
As my hand came in contact with Joey's soft, limp phallus, my own sexual fires began to smolder and spark back to life. I squeezed his prick firmly, but tenderly, and began running my hand up and down its stem, shivering deliciously as I felt it begin to spring to life. Sherry, meanwhile, was busily working her fingers in and out of my twat which was getting juicier with every move she made.
In virtually no time at all, my thoughts of Hal Corman were replaced with warm, soothing feelings of increasingly intense sexual pleasure. Joey moaned softly as I massaged the sensitive head of his now rock-hard cock with the palm of my hand. I threw the sheet off my body and spread my legs wide. "Fuck me really good and sweet, Joey," I whispered, "and I'll eat Sherry's sweet little pussy while you're doing it."
"Sounds perfect to me," Sherry crooned, as she withdrew her fingers from my box with a slurping sound. She quickly reversed the position of her delectable body so that her lovely, red-furred pubis was pressing firmly against my face.
Joey slithered on top of my body and I guided his long, slender, rigid prick into the hairy notch of my quivering love tunnel. At the same time I opened my mouth and sent my warm tongue darting around the outer lips of Sherry's moist pussy. While I sent my lingual member in frantic search of the redhead's love button, Joey was rubbing the head of his cock up and down in the juicy furrow of my cunt. With every loving stroke his cock tip massaged my clitoris and the sensitive miniature penis tingled and grew rigid. I squirmed my ass around in growing excitement and began spearing my tongue in and out of Sherry's bounding cunt which was getting creamier with every stab I made.
Suddenly, without any warning, Joey surged into my aching pussy with one quick, deliberate lunge. The force of his unexpected entry literally took my breath away and I let out a loud, excited wail. "OH YES, BABY! STICK IT TO ME GOOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I screamed.
My lust-inspired profanities caused Joey to begin stroking in and out of my love grotto with ever increasing speed and intensity. It felt incredible! Because of my mental funk which had kept me depressed for several days, I hadn't felt much like making love, and Joey's hard, loving prick was just what the doctor ordered.
While Joey's cock sluiced into the innermost recesses of my wildly contracting pussy, I increased the pace of my frenzied tonguing of Sherry's cunt. I lifted my hands over my head and, taking a firm grip on her ass cheeks, pulled her pussy down tightly against my face.
Sherry let out an ecstatic shriek as I began sucking her hot quim with my hungry lips and continued jabbing into her with my long, firm tongue. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!!!" she crooned. Her body began to shake uncontrollably and it took all the strength I had to keep her pussy in position.
Then Sherry emitted a sobbing, emotion-choked scream and I felt her cunt muscles grasp my tongue in a viselike grip. Love juice began to pour out of her pussy and I happily licked it up as fast as it came. Shaking and quivering, the luscious redhead soared on the crest of her climax and then, little by little, began to come down from the heights.
Finally Sherry let out a loud, low, satisfied sigh and I knew that she'd arrived at that state of satiated bliss which every woman feels when she's experienced a truly total orgasm. She gently lifted her body up and away from my face and then she lay down beside me. We began kissing passionately, her warm saliva mingling with her own sex syrup which clung to my lips.
My own moment of ecstasy was fast approaching and, judging from the way Joseph was panting and thrusting into my oozing pussy, I realized that he, too, was on the brink of a wild climax. I tore my lips away from Sherry's for a moment and hissed, "C'mon Joey! Fuck me with all you've got! Come with me, baby! Come with me!"
As my orgasm began to break over my body, I screamed with pleasure and started heaving my ass up against Joey's crotch in a frantic attempt to drag him even deeper into me. As his rock-hard prick pounded into me with incredible speed, I could see Joey's face contorting crazily as he tried to hold back his ejaculation.
"LET IT GO, BABE!" I screamed, as my body began to shake with paroxysms of pleasure. "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COME!"
As my back arched up from the bed, Joey slammed into me one last time and I could feel his hot, gushing semen begin to spurt spastically from his prick. It deluged my already sopping cunt and I moaned out my sexual release in half words which were totally incoherent.
Joey's cock kept on bucking and rearing inside my clenching box and then he fell forward on my heaving boobs.
The three of us lay there on the bed, drenched in the soft, sweaty afterglow of wild lovemaking. Sherry and I ran our hands softly and lovingly down Joseph's lean, slick body, while our own glistening mouths locked in a gentle, but passionate, kiss. We were completely silent for several long minutes, the only sounds in the room being those from the party which filtered in from the back part of the mansion.
I heard the sound of Hal Corman's raucous laughter and my body stiffened. Sherry's body shook slightly and Joey, always sensitive, snuggled closer to us. "Don't sweat it, my sweet darlings," he whispered. "Everything will be taken care of in due course. Hal Corman has got some dues to pay and pay them he will. So rest easy."
Sherry and I smiled at the beautiful young man lying between us and we kissed him all over his love-slicked body. I knew instinctively that Joey was right. Corman would be taken care of and we would all be able to go back to the free and easy lifestyle-free of care, or worry-that we'd been experiencing ever since we met Honey Castille.
Or would we? I wondered. Then I felt myself drifting off into a somewhat troubled sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
During the following two weeks, things moved quickly. Joey's friends came up with all the proof needed to convince us that Hal Corman was indeed carving out a second career for himself as a pimp-at the expense and suffering of several "Hotline" members. When Joey had shown Sherry and me certain pictures and played us a number of secretly recorded tapes, we were nauseated and appalled. We were ready to do almost anything to "The Snake."
But Joey had convinced us that what Hal needed was to be subjected to the same degree of personal humiliation and degradation which he had inflicted on our young friends.
The key to the plan lay in Hal's own character: his fear of his own latent homosexuality and his incredibly sadistic desire to dominate and humiliate young women.
The plan itself was worked out by Sherry's lover from New Orleans, Frank Malpaso. He had arrived in Los Angeles about a week ago and had managed to find out where Sherry was living. She had filled him in on the life she had been living and told him all about our problem with Hal Corman. He promised to help out in any way he could. He met secretly with Joey several rimes and then Malpaso had come up with a plan which was to be carried out tonight-at Honey's mansion.
I'd told Sherry how happy I was that she and Frank had been reunited and asked to meet him. For some reason Sherry begged me to wait until things were "completely ironed out" before she introduced me to her older lover. I was a bit puzzled by her behavior, but Sherry usually had good reasons for the way she acted, so I didn't push the issue. But tonight I would, get to meet the mysterious Frank Malpaso, because he would be at the mansion to supervise the "little surprise" he and Joey had worked out for Hal Corman.
Honey still hadn't been told anything about Corman's trip. We'd told her that we had a little "surprise" for the entire "hotline" family and, without questioning us too closely, promised to have everything on hand at the mansion at nine o'clock tonight.
At exactly half past eight, there was a knock at my bedroom door. I was in the middle of squirming my way into a pair of skin-tight jeans. "Come on in," I said, wriggling my ass so that I could get the jeans on with a minimum of effort. I giggled as I watched my pointy-nippled tits bob and sway back and forth as I hiked the jeans up over my hard little ass. The door opened and Joey and Sherry walked in just as I pulled a thin little tee-shirt down over my quivering boobs.
"Everything's set down in the wine cellar," Joey said confidently. "Frank's down there now testing out the equipment."
"Great," I said. I turned to face Sherry. "So I'm finally going to meet your man," I said enthusiastically.
Sherry shot what seemed to be a rather strange look my way. She shook her head. "He'll be wearing a mask," she replied softly. "When it's all over-you'll get to meet him." A sly sort of smile passed across her face. "But he's very anxious to meet you, too. I've told him all about what a dynamite person you are-and how you're my closest friend."
I smiled. "It'll no doubt be worth the wait," I said. Sherry just smiled and nodded her head.
Joey looked at his watch. "Everybody should be down there by now," he said. "I think we should ... ah ... join the party." He grinned widely and a bit wickedly. "It's just about time for Hal Corman to pay some long-standing dues." Sherry and I grinned and followed Joey out of the room and down the hall to the stairs which lead to Honey's prized wine cellar.
When Joey and Sherry had told me that Hal's little "surprise" was going to take place in the wine cellar, I had shuddered a bit in anticipation. I'd only been down there once-but it was enough. Honey didn't just keep her vintage wines in the slightly damp cellar. She had had it designed and outfitted to duplicate-in uncanny detail-a medieval torture chamber. Although it was really for show, the weird, creepy and downright eerie "dungeon" was full of strange equipment which Honey had once assured me "... worked like the real thing."
The cellar contained a massive wooden bed which featured hand and foot bindings made of leather, and a mechanism which could turn the bed into a rack-like torture tool. The concrete walls had a myriad of chains and other creepy instruments of medieval "persuasion" imbedded in them.
As Joey, Sherry and I made our way down the dark stairway, I wondered just what was going to be used on Hal Corman. Nothing could be too severe for such a sadistic weirdo, I thought to myself, as we opened the massive oak door at the bottom of the stairs which lead directly into the cellar.
I blinked several times as we entered the large chamber. Dozens of large candles in carved wooden holders cast strange, ghostly beams of light throughout the room. The smell of pot filled the dank air and, as my eyes roamed quickly around, I could see that Honey, Hal, Barbara, Lolly, Brian and all the other younger members of the "Hotline" were standing around near the massive bed, rapping and passing joints around. "Where's Frank?" I whispered to Sherry. The beautiful redhead put a finger to her lips and shook her head.
"Don't worry, babe," said Joey in a low voice, "He's here."
As we approached the group, we were greeted with smiles, kisses-and "bomber" joints which Honey preferred. "Well, what's the big surprise?" chuckled an obviously very high Honey.
An equally stoned Hal Corman grinned and chimed in. "I heard that this little gathering was in my honor," he said in a slurred voice. "What's the occasion?"
Sherry walked over to Hal, ran her hand down over his bulging jean-covered crotch, and kissed him full on the mouth. "We decided to celebrate your anniversary as a member of Honey's Hotline family," she purred.
"Anniversary?" laughed Hal, "it hasn't been a year-only about six months."
"It's been exactly six months, Hal old buddy," grinned Joey, "and we figured-what the hell! That calls for some kind of special little surprise."
Everybody laughed, whistled and cheered, including Honey and Hal. "That's cool with me," said Hal. "I'm game for anything!"
"Glad to hear that, baby," cooed Sherry in the stud's ear, "because we've got a few dynamite games up our sleeve, haven't we, gang?" Everybody, with the exception of a perplexed Honey and a stupidly grinning Hal, whistled and cheered.
"Let the party begin!" I shouted, and everybody quickly began peeling out of their clothes.
Honey immediately followed suit, but Hal hesitated for a second. "I get it," he chuckled egotistically. "You're all gonna fuck my brains out!"
"Something like that," I muttered, and watched as the stoned young stud quickly and clumsily stripped. I winked at Honey who grinned back at me. She obviously knew nothing of our plans, but she simply assumed that a good time was going to be had by all.
"Prepare the new member for the first stage of the initiation!" Joseph yelled.
Instantly Sherry, Barbara, Lolly and the other young female members grabbed Hal and carried him bodily to the giant, sinister-looking bed. "Rape! Rape!" yelled Hal in mock-fear. But he didn't put up any struggle as the swarm of naked young women carefully deposited him on the bed.
While Barbara and a young girl named Pam kissed and stroked Hal's huge cock-to his obvious delight-Sherry, Lolly and two other girls quickly trapped Hal's hands and feet in the leather bindings. Before the stud had a chance to react, he was firmly bound in a spread-eagle position on the medieval bed. But the effect of the pot and the loving lavished on his giant cock obviously counteracted any fleeting fear he might have felt at being bound up.
"You don't have to tie me down to fuck me!" Hal chuckled. "I'm the easiest lay in town!" His tone and words indicated that I was right! He really thought that the whole trip going down was just a lot of harmless fun.
Joseph clapped his hands three times and the girls stopped fooling around with Hal's cock and everybody gathered around the bed. With a reassuring wink at Honey (who really looked puzzled), Joseph produced a black silk blindfold and held it up for all to see. Then he looked directly at Hal. "Okay, old stud. It's time to play 'Who's Sucking My Cock?" he chuckled. "You're gonna love this part of the initiation."
Hal just grinned as Joey bent over him and firmly tied the blindfold in place. "Do I get a prize if I guess right?" laughed Ha.
"You better believe it," said Sherry with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Her tone of voice was lost on Hal, but not on Honey. The Hotline leader walked over to me and whispered:
'I've got the feeling that this isn't all as innocent as it looks. What's happening?" I looked at Joey and Sherry. They both nodded.
Joseph addressed the group in a firm voice: "I want absolute silence while preparations are made." The people in the room nodded their assent and Joseph beckoned Honey, Sherry and me to follow him into an adjoining room just off the main chamber.
Once inside, Joseph removed a slim briefcase from behind a wine rack and took out a bunch of photographs which he silently handed to Honey. The three of us watched as she looked them over-her mouth dropping open and her breath coming in ragged gulps. It was plain to see that even the liberal, free-living Honey was incredibly shocked by what she saw. The pictures showed several young members of her Hotline family in various degrading sexual situations with a number of strange men.
"Where the hell did you get these and what does it all mean?" Honey finally asked in a choked whisper. Joey quickly filled her in on what we'd found out about Hal Corman and his sick activities with the young Hotline members. "I just can't believe that he was into such a disgusting trip," Honey said slowly with amazement and revulsion. "It just can't be true."
Joseph looked long and hard at Honey and then whistled softly. Suddenly, with a catlike grace, an older man wearing a hood-like mask emerged from the shadows. He was carrying a small tape recorder and a Polaroid camera.
"Honey, meet Frank Malpaso," said Sherry with a grim smile. "He's got something to play you which will totally convince you as to the truth of what Hal's been up to."
The mysterious Malpaso didn't say a word, but simply turned on the recorder and, with the volume control turned down low, put it up to Honey's ear. We all stood there as Hal's voice emanated from the machine-a boastful, arrogant voice which described, in detail, the perverted ways in which he had seduced and enslaved the younger members of Honey's "family" and used them for his own revolting ends. Honey's eyes went cold and her jaw twitched as she tried to control the anger and outrage which was building inside her. Her hands were balled up into tight fists, and she was obviously fighting to control herself. Finally the tape was finished. Honey looked at us: "What do we do about it?" she hissed between clenched teeth.
"We're going to make Hal pay some heavy dues," said Sherry quietly, while the rest of us nodded.
"Anything is fine with me," Honey replied.
Honey, Sherry, Joseph and I followed Frank Malpaso back into the main room where everybody was still standing silently around the bed. "When does the fucking show begin?" chuckled Hal. "I'm ready for some action!"
"I think you're about to get some, babe," Honey purred in a voice as cold as ice. "Am I right, gang?" There were ugly murmurs of agreement from those of us standing around the prone Hal Corman. For the first time it seemed to dawn on the sadistic young dude that something heavier than he expected was going down.
"I thought we were gonna play a little game-an initiation," he said a bit nervously.
"We are. We are. There's no rush, Hal," said Joseph.
Then Joey motioned to the hooded Frank Malpaso who placed the tape recorder at the head of the bed and turned it on. Hal's vicious, arrogant voice poured out of the little machine and we all watched silently as Hal himself went rigid as he realized just what he was listening to. After a few moments he began struggling wildly against the leather bindings-but to no avail. Malpaso reached down and removed the blindfold. Hal's eyes darted about-large, dilated and filled with fear and apprehension. "Shut that fucking thing off!" he screamed. "Let me out of here!"
Malpaso switched off the machine and the room was suddenly completely silent except for the frightened panting of the trapped Corman. "I can explain everything," he started to say, but Joey silenced him with a cold glare.
"There's nothing to explain, Corman," Joey said calmly, but coldly. "We all know the truth and now it's time for the reckoning."
Hal's baby face was contorted with fear. "You're gonna kill me, for God's sake! I know it! You fucking maniacs are gonna waste me!"
"Shut up!" Joseph ordered and Hal fell silent. "We're not gonna kill you, but you might wish we had when we get finished with you," Joey said. Hal's eyes bugged out of his sockets as he looked from one of us to the other and saw only hatred and revulsion on our faces.
"I said we were going to play a little game with that great big cock of yours-and I wasn't lying," said Joseph, nodding to Barbara and the other young members of the family.
Then, while Hal looked on in mounting agitation, the girls crawled up on the bed, one by one. Barbara was first. The pretty little blonde crept up over Hal's prone body and quickly raked her nails down his chest. Hal cursed, but bit his lip to keep from yelling out in pain. Then Barb eased her way down to where Hal's limp dick lay across his thigh. She took it her into her mouth. She sucked the giant, purplish corona and then took as much of its length as she could into her soft, wet mouth.
Even though Hal was in a state of mental agitation and fear, his cock responded quickly to Barb's sensitive mouth and tongue. Within a couple of minutes Hal's tool was fully erect-the giant log standing out away from his crotch. Then, with a quick, determined motion, Barb took his cock into her mouth once again and, a look of pure hatred in her eyes, bit down on it as hard as she could. Hal let out a scream of pain and his body jerked against the leather restraints. With a cold smile, Barbara climbed down off the bed and stood beside me, Honey and the others.
A second girl, Pam, climbed up on the bed and repeated the same procedure Barb had just completed. Again Corman screamed out his agony. Before climbing down from the bed, Pam looked Hal straight in the eye: "You're a fucking monster," she muttered coldly, and then spat in his face.
The other girls who had been Corman's victims each took their turn, biting Hal's now inflamed prick and spitting on him to show their utter contempt-and their liberation from his psychic domination. All the while Hal alternately screamed in pain and looked with imploring eyes at me, Honey, Malpaso, Joey, Sherry and the others. No one made a move to spare him from the punishment he so justly deserved.
Finally the last girl had wreaked her vengeance and Hal lay twitching and moaning. His now semi-erect prick was reddened, inflamed and bore the teeth marks of his onetime victims. "Enough is enough! You've made your point. You've got your fucking revenge!" Hal moaned.
"Not quite," said Sherry, in a soft voice, "Show him the pictures, Joey." Joey took the incriminating photographs from his briefcase and, one by one, showed them to Corman.
"We got these from your private collection, you perverted asshole," Joey spat out with disgust. "And now we're gonna take a few of our own. Are you ready, Frank?"
The hooded Malpaso nodded his head and handed the Polaroid camera to Joey. Joey took it and turned to face Hal again: "I've got it on good authority, Hal old buddy, that you are deathly afraid of any sexual contact with men. Well, we're gonna take some pictures which we'll hold along with these other ones-and the tapes. When we let you go, we expect you to leave town as fast as your fucking legs can take you, and if you ever come back here-and we find out about it-then we'll turn everything over to the cops and other interested parties. Can you dig it?" Corman nodded bleakly.
Joey turned to Malpaso: "Okay, Frank. He's all yours." Malpaso, still hooded, climbed up on to the bed and moved towards Hal's cock. Then the man whipped off the hood and I could see that he had a full, grey-flecked beard, but, in the dim light, I couldn't make out all of his facial features.
Joey moved in closer with the camera as Malpaso, with a wicked grin, took Hal's tortured cock into his mouth. "JESUS CHRIST! LEAVE ME ALONE!" screamed Hal in repulsion and fear. But Malpaso just kept sucking on Hal's dick while Joey clicked away with the camera. The other people in the room applauded and cheered at Hal's humiliation at the hands of Sherry's mysterious lover.
"Give the sorry bastard what he deserves," muttered Honey out of the corner of her mouth.
"Okay, Frank. That's good," said Joey. "Now give him the big surprise." We all snickered as Malpaso withdrew his mouth from Hal's cock and then the older man quickly put his hood back on. Joey moved to the head of the bed so that the camera was only a couple of feet from Hal's face. Hal's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what was about to happen.
"NO! FOR GOD'S SAKES, DON'T DO IT!" screamed Hal. Everybody gathered around the bed and just grinned.
Malpaso had crawled up over Hal's writhing body and the older man was now crouched over Hal's face. While Hal's face contorted with shame, rage and disgust, Malpaso unzipped his pants and took out an enormous cock-almost as long as Hal's.
"Give it to him, Frank!" yelled a jubilant Sherry. Joey put his eye to the viewfinder of the camera and waited for Malpaso's next move. It wasn't long in coming. Holding his long, stiff prick in one hand he moved down over Hal's face until the cock was within inches of Hal's mouth.
Hal turned his face to one side and clamped his mouth shut. Malpaso quickly slapped Hal hard across the face. Joey hissed: "Open your mouth, Hal, and take it like a man-or we'll open it for you!" Hal looked up at the group around the bed and saw that Honey, Sherry and myself were moving in to carry out Joey's instructions.
Corman realized that he was whipped. His eyes gleaming with hatred and utter humiliation, he slowly opened his mouth and Malpaso instantly shoved his cock into the young stud's oral cavity. A cheer went up from the group and Joey began taking pictures as fast as he could cock the camera. "Suck his cock, you little shit!" Honey screamed, and I realized that she might well have killed Hal if she'd had him to herself. It was obvious to me that Hal's betrayal of the Hotline's open, honest lifestyle had brought out the vindictive, animalistic side of Honey's nature.
Hal was moaning as Malpaso's long phallic tool of vengeance plunged in and out of the rock musician's mouth. "Suck it harder!" hissed Joey, "or we'll cut your fucking cock off!"
Hal gagged and did as he was ordered. Everybody moved in as close to the action as possible looks of satisfaction and approval suffusing the faces of the girls whom Hal had himself subjected to humiliation and degradation. They jeered and goaded Malpaso on as he stroked in and out of Hal's mouth.
Malpaso grunted as his ejaculation approached and Hal's eyes began streaming tears as he realized that Malpaso planned to come in his mouth! The ultimate humiliation for a young dude so hung up about any sexual contact with another man! I thought to myself that Malpaso's plan was brilliant-a plan whose elements perfectly doled out the very kind of retribution Hal's actions had called for.
Suddenly Malpaso's stiff cock began to buck and rear and we could all see his semen gush out of his cock and into Hal's mouth. Hal tried to wrench his head away, but Frank quickly gripped Hal's head in both hands and held it in a viselike grip while his come poured out of his spurting cock and flowed out of Hal's mouth and down over his face. Finally Malpaso was finished. The room erupted in cheers.
Joey put the camera aside and shook Malpaso's hand as the older man climbed down off Hal's body and joined the rest of us gathered around the bed. "Dynamite! Just what the doctor ordered!" said
Joey with a hard smile and the rest of us chimed in with similar remarks.
Nobody paid any attention to Hal, who lay moaning and crying on the bed-his face covered with Malpaso's sticky, warm semen. He looked like a whipped dog.
The group in the room were totally quiet for several long moments. All outrage and feelings of retribution had been satisfied. Finally a very subdued Honey broke the silence: "Well, I've got to say that you gave The Snake what he had coming-but what now?"
The rather plaintive question hung in the air. To me, Honey's question went beyond the simple matter of what to do about Hal. The creepy stud was pretty well taken care of as far as I was concerned. But Honey's question hit home with me on a totally different level.
What now, indeed, I thought to myself, as I looked at the various faces around the room. A few of the people like Joey, Sherry, Barbara and, yes, even Honey, were real friends. But something had happened in the Hal Corman affair which made me stop and rethink my entire position as a member of Honey's exclusive little family. It suddenly hit me that I was really nothing more than a gilded bird in a golden cage. The door, however, of Honey's opulent cage wasn't locked. I could leave anytime I so desired.
Joseph's cool, collected voice snapped me out of my momentary reverie. "Okay, let's get rid of this creep. Frank and I will take him for a little ride and then dump him off and let him make it on his own." Joey began releasing Hal from the leather bindings and then we all watched while the sorry-looking stud put on his jeans, wiped his semen-smeared face with his shirt and then put on the shirt. He was obviously not bothered with any niceties about what he wore. He just wanted out-and fast. He quickly got his wish.
Joey took Hal by one arm and Frank Malpaso took him by his other. Just before hustling Corman out of the cellar, Malpaso, still wearing his hood, whispered something to Sherry and she nodded her head with a warm smile. Then the "prisoner" and his two escorts left the wine cellar.
I quickly walked over to Sherry and grabbed her arm. "I want to get out of here, too, Sherry," I said softly, but urgently. "I mean for good. Do you think . . . ?"
Sherry grinned and hugged me. "Do I think you could stay with me?" She laughed. "I've been waiting for you to ask me for a long time. I'd really dig to have you share my pad. But I didn't say anything, because I knew you had to make your own decision." Sherry shot me a sly look. "There is one other thing." I looked at her quizzically. "Frank's decided to stay in LA and, naturally, I want him to live with me. So, if you don't mind ..."
This time I cut her off: "From what I saw of Frank tonight, I'd feel pretty damned safe having a cat like that around the house!"
Sherry giggled: "Good. It's settled. We can tell Honey and then get your things together."
"Tell Honey what?" a soft voice inquired softly. Sherry and I wheeled around to find Honey standing behind us. We both had pretty embarrassed looks on our faces and the older woman chuckled-but a bit sadly. "Cindy, sweetheart, I've known that you were bound to split sooner or later and I can handle it." She smiled warmly and kissed me gently on the mouth. "I'd wished it would be later," she said a bit wistfully, "but I've learned better than to fuck with another person's trip. If there's anything you need, just ask."
My eyes moistened and I threw my arms around the beautiful older woman who'd been like a big sister to me for so many months. "Honey, I really love you and I promise to stay in touch. You've been great-and I'll never forget the good times we all had. As for Hal..." My voice trailed off.
"Forget him, babe," said Honey. "I should have guessed where he was at when we first met him. I guess I was just cock-crazy when it came to that dude. But that's water under the bridge." She paused. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Some bread?"
I shook my head. "Thanks Honey, but you've given me more than I could ever have asked for already. Sherry and I are going to pack up my things and head for her place."
Honey cut loose with one of her incredible smiles. "Since you're obviously gonna have trouble hitching a ride from this place, I guess you better take your Mercedes."
"I couldn't do that, Honey," I said, a bit wiped-out at her generosity. "Anyway, it's leased in your name. I was just using it while I worked for you."
Honey chuckled: "I guess you haven't looked in the glove compartment lately. The car is not leased anymore. I bought the damned thing-and it's in your name. Now get your ass out of here before I break down and bawl in front of my whole fucking little family!"
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, so I simply hugged Honey tightly, and kissed her hard and full on the mouth. "Thanks, Honey," I whispered. "You'll have to come and visit us sometime."
"You've got to promise you will!" echoed Sherry with a big grin. She kissed Honey and Honey looked the delectable redhead straight in the eye.
"You know damned well I'll visit you. I mean, for God's sake, that Frank Malpaso guy of yours has some gorgeous piece of cock between his legs! You couldn't keep me away!" she said.
Some of the other kids had wandered over to where the three of us were standing and they had heard the tail end of our rap. They all laughed and wished me and Sherry good luck.
Sherry and I slipped into our clothes and headed up the stairs to my room to get my shit together. When we reached the top of the stairs I turned to look back down to the entrance of the wine cellar. Honey stood in the candlelight, stark naked, with a look on her face that seemed to combine a whole range of feelings that would have to be left unspoken. I waved-but Honey just stared up at me.
In that instant something deep inside my consciousness told me that I'd never see Honey Castille again. And my eyes misted over again. ...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was close to two in the morning and Sherry and I lay snuggling together in her large, low waterbed. We'd driven over to her-our!-apartment (Honey had put the ownership of the Mercedes in my name) and hauled my clothes and art stuff inside. When we finished we were exhausted and decided to relax in bed and wait for Frank to arrive after dumping Hal wherever he and Joey had decided to do so.
My hand was resting between Sherry silky legs. I was almost unconsciously toying with her moist, red pubic rug-running my fingers in and around her sweet-smelling bush. Sherry sighed and squirmed her ass a little as if to signal her approval of what my hand and fingers were up to.
I kissed her on the mouth, letting my tongue dart in and out, and she responded by leeching on to my tongue as though she were sucking some miniature cock. I shivered with delight and my breathing became heavier. T really love you, Sherry," I whispered in her ear, giving that delicate orifice a quick reaming with my tongue. "Same here," she purred.
I was really getting worked up and so was Sherry. I quickly turned .my body around so that my face was buried in her warm crotch and my own cunt was covering her face like a hairy mattress. I moaned as her long, wet tongue slithered up into my hot vaginal passage with a rush.
With my fingers I spread apart the vermilion lips of Sherry's moist pussy. I could see right into it and, for a moment, I imagined Frank Malpaso's long, thick cock plunging its way into the tight little hole of my best friend.
With my thumb I began massaging her erect clitoris which brought forth gasps and moans from the girl, and she increased the speed and intensity with which she was licking and sucking my own fevered box.
I ran my tongue in and around the fleshy outer lips of Sherry's gaping cunt, all the while tormenting her love button with my rotating thumb. Suddenly the girl's body went completely rigid and she screamed: "OH, CHRIST! I'M COMING ALREADY!"
She certainly was! Love juice was pouring out of her twitching love channel and I quickly lapped it all up as though it were some rare type of nectar. Which, in a way, it was. As Sherry rode out the spasms of her soaring orgasm, I quickly jammed my middle finger up her tight little asshole. She gasped with pain and pleasure and it seemed to act like a second-stage rocket as far as her climax was concerned.
I was gulping away at the fluids sluicing out of her gaping cunt like a cat slurping milk from a bowl. All the while Sherry continued to ram her tongue as fast, as far and as hard as she possibly could up my own torrid pussy. I felt my own orgasm starting to build and I knew that it would hit me in a matter of just a few minutes.
Suddenly I felt the waterbed tilt under the force of a large body. "Somebody's in bed with us!" I whispered urgently to Sherry.
The girl giggled: "Welcome home, Frank!"
The only reply to Sherry's greeting was a muffled grunt. Then I felt a large hand move between Sherry's face and my cunt. I wasn't quite sure what was going on-but I was so damned horny I didn't give it a second thought.
The hand spread out across my sopping muff and then I gasped as three long fingers thrust deeply into my cunt. They stroked in and out and then began twisting like a corkscrew-a motion which drove me into a fucking frenzy!
I ripped my mouth away from Sherry's still contracting cunt and rolled over onto my back. "Whoever you are-fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I heard Sherry giggle and then I was staring into the hooded face of Frank Malpaso. He lowered his strong body down over mine and I instinctively reached out and took a firm grip on his long, rock-hard penis. "I hope you don't mind me sharing your man," I murmured to Sherry.
The redhead burst out laughing: "Mind? Hell, I've been waiting a long time for this to happen! I'm delighted!" For a moment I was confused by the rather enigmatic statement from my friend, but my sexual desires immediately took complete possession of my mind once again.
"Then let's get it on, Frank!" I hissed, and jerked his cock towards the entrance to my wide-open and lusting cunt. I looked down and watched as his large cock head nudged the lips of my pussy and pushed easily through them to the tightness of my seething passage. I was so hot I couldn't just lie there and wait for him to take me at his own speed, so I heaved my ass up off the bed and forced a good three inches of hard cock into my box.
"Ahhh!" I moaned as I felt his cock stretching my channel, "you feel so damned good!" Frank just chuckled softly and, for a split second, it flashed through my mind that there was something familiar about the man's vocal tone. Aside from a few grunts when he was humiliating Hal with the same gorgeous cock that was now worming its way into my pussy, Frank hadn't said a word. I remembered that that had struck me as a little peculiar, but, given the situation in the wine cellar I hadn't paid that fact any real notice.
My flashback was broken suddenly as the man ran his cock up to the hilt in my clasping pussy with one quick, powerful, breathtaking thrust! It felt terrific! The only thing in my mind was the sensations being triggered off by the wonderful fucking this man was subjecting me to.
We quickly established a rhythmic groove and began thrusting together with growing passion and speed. Sherry had worked me up almost to the point of orgasm before Frank crept into bed with us and now I realized that I was going to come at any moment.
"Your face!" I cried out in glorious sexual agony. "I want to see your face when I come! Oh please take off that fucking hood!"
Malpaso kept stroking into me with blinding speed and I could tell that he, too, was awfully damned close to ejaculating. He didn't answer me but merely chuckled and continued to fuck the sweet Jesus out of me. I hadn't been made love to quite that way in a long time.
I felt my body begin to shudder and I knew that I was on the brink of an incredible, soaring climax. Frank's cock seemed to expand to an insane thickness and I knew he was just about to blow his load. We were both going to come together and I didn't even know what my new lover looked like!
Frank groaned and I could feel the hot semen begin to jet from the head of his wildly pistoning cock. My own climax hit me with an intensity that made me see stars and made my head swim. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out. With trembling hands I reached up and tore the hood from his face. At such close range the grey-flecked beard could no longer conceal what Frank Malpaso's face really looked like. But it was his eyes that made me scream out with joy-the joy of discovery and the joy of sexual ecstasy:
"PAPA JAX!!! OH SWEET JESUS, ITS PAPA JAX!" My ass was jerking up against his still spurting cock and I began to cry hysterically. Papa Jax kept stroking gently in and out of my soaking pussy until my body had stopped shuddering and my climax had peaked.
Then he brushed the tears from my eyes and smiled into my face: "Hello, Princess. I told you I'd be back."
I reached up and put my arms around his neck. I kissed him all over his face, even though his beard felt rough and prickly. Finally I calmed down and giggled. "You've just got to get rid of that fucking beard! It feels like sandpaper!" I said.
Papa Jax laughed his head off-that deep, resonant laugh which I hadn't heard for such a long time. "Is that anyway to welcome a father home from the wars?" he boomed.
Before I had a chance to speak, Sherry was slithering up beside us. She kissed Frank warmly and winked at me. Then, without warning, she grabbed hold of Papa Jax's beard and yanked on it hard. "Shit, woman! You're gonna pull the thing out by its roots!" yelled Papa Jax.
Sherry grinned: "That's not a bad idea. Ever since you showed up with that damned beard I've been wanting to tell you to shave the fucking thing off, but I guess I didn't have the nerve. It took Cindy to lay it on you."
The three of us broke out laughing hysterically and started rolling around together on the wildly pitching waterbed. I was still pretty horny and poor Sherry hadn't tasted anything aside from my tongue all night, so I figured she was hotter than I was. But, feeling around for Papa Jax's cock and finding it still as hard as ever, I giggled and realized that he was still the horniest person I'd ever met in my entire life. He probably could ball forever and never quit! I squeezed his cock hard and he yelled.
"How long are you going to be around this time, Papa Jax?" I asked softly and hopefully.
The room was quiet and the three of us lay still for a long moment. Then Papa Jax smiled at me and Sherry and chuckled. "For awhile, my two Princesses. For awhile," he said.
That was good enough for me. "Then let's get it-on!!!" I hissed. And we did.
