The girl named Sandy lay back on the thick Norwegian rug in front of the sofa. Her smallish breasts held hard, brown nipples and her legs fell open, inviting me between them.
I dropped to my knees and relaxed back on my haunches, resting my hands on the insides of her thighs, near, but not quite touching, the delicious split mound of flesh. There was a languidness in the air. No hurry, I thought, but my prick stuck up from between my thighs like an enraged dragon.
Sandy shook her long blonde hair out over the multicolored stripes of the carpet and looked up at me through hooded eyes.
"Don't ever stop!" she said.
"I haven't even started."
She grinned. "Fuck me hard . . . " she paused, trying to think of my name.
"Paul!" She closed her eyes. "Fuck me hard, Paul."
"Paul!"
"This one's for you, baby."
She looked up at me, excitement snapping in her eyes. Then she raised her head and looked down at my midsection.
"Oh!" She spoke a volume of anticipation in the word. "Oh, wow!"
She was hot as hell already. I straightened myself up on my knees so that my cock stood out over her.
Without saying anything more, she slid her hand down over her belly onto the thick mound of flesh covered with blonde curls, which lay between her legs. At the tips of her fingers, her reddened nails dug slightly between the thickening lips and spread them wide open.
Between her spread fingers I could see soft folds of flesh through which I would have to push to discover the long wet tunnel that was to receive me.
With her right hand she reached out and clutched my penis, sending shivers of anticipation racing through my body. I leaned over her, supporting myself on my arms.
She moved urgently and pushed the heavy glans between her fingers. For a moment I felt the hard clitoris; then she guided my machine down through the shallow channel. The clouds of soft flesh caressed and wet the flared purple gland shield, making it ready to push through the closed mouth into the swallowing walls of her sex.
A groan slipped from between my lips as I pushed through the parting walls, letting my hips down until the wet lips of her cunt were, at last, strained to the utmost around the thick root of my rod.
Her breath caught suddenly as the heavy head planted itself firmly against the very utmost top of her passage and my ball bag lay on her ass, between her widespread legs.
A deep shudder shook my body. There is nothing more beautiful than the moment when you let yourself down between a new pair of thighs and feel the deep sliding kiss of a new cunt enveloping you.
I parted the lips of her mouth with my own, pushed my tongue deep inside and, at the same time, I pushed down between her legs as hard as I could so she would know she was penetrated, fully penetrated; no fraction of an inch had been saved from me. Her arms slipped around my back and pulled until I relaxed my weight on her entirely and let my tongue slide toward her ear.
"Oh, my god," she said into my ear several times. "Fuck me, Paul. Hard...as hard as you can."
I began to pump in and out of the tunnel of flesh gripping me. I did not let my pace slacken, my body was no longer a thing of flesh, it was a driving machine. It had set up a rhythmic pounding pace, driving to the ultimate rush of hot fluid.
"Again, Paul. Again."
Her words inflamed me and a rage of passion kept me pounding on and on until, suddenly, in a violent effort, her hands grabbed my cock, managing to dislodge it
In a frenzy I stabbed, trying to bury it in her again. Hot, angry words jumped into my head but before I could shout them at her, I felt the tight, closed door of another entrance. She wanted me to fuck her ass!
My cock was huge and hard, but it was already wet and slick. I did not try to control myself, I plunged into it with the same pounding tempo; its tight, dry wall tore at me, hot stabs of pain shot through my body.
As I exploded into her ass, deep in her bowels, sudden gushes lubricating the dry tunnel, she screamed a long contorted orgasm. I collapsed on her, my cock still stuck in her ass, my breath coming in long hot gasps.
She was sobbing, her face turned into the thick, rich pile of her rug. I pulled my hips up slowly, letting her breasts support my weight, savoring the thrill of my cock's full length sliding out of her, of her deep flesh closing behind it as I retreated.
I held myself for a moment, letting only the tip of my rod hold my niche in her flesh. Her breath stopped in anticipation.
I held up for as long as I could stand it, then gathering my strength, .plunged back into her with one hard thrust. Dimly I heard a groaning scream in my ear. I withdrew once again and pounded her, slamming down against her split cheeks, stroking strong stroke after strong stroke, until my mind was stunned.
Her body strained up to meet the challenge of my thrust each time only to be slammed back to the floor again and again until her breath was coming in searing painful stabs and she was bucking and groaning under me.
The room was whirling, the pictures on the wall, the open window, all seemed to be moving around and around us. I pulled myself up and steadying my head, I looked down at her tortured tormented body. Her contorted animal face drove a thunderous new rage into me. I watched her as I pounded her with my body, plunged into her with murderous force.
"Oh, Paul, Paul," she yelled in gasping spurts, "Stop. Stop! I can't take it any more! I can't . . . " Suddenly her body stiffened and a low muffled scream ripped out of her throat. Her nails dug into my back, she pushed and screamed, "Oh, my god, oh my god. Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me!"
CHAPTER TWO
As the morning light crept in around the edges of the window shade, I lay quietly, savoring the memory of last night, again caught up in Sandy's spell. I reached out and put my hand under the heavy melon of her breast. It was smooth and warm, its nipple darkened and began to stiffen, but her warm heavy breathing continued. I played with, her quietly, caressing and fondling the resilient flesh, tickling here and there with my fingernail.
She was still asleep, one arm up under the pillow and her face half enclosed in it. Her other arm was lying down her side, holding the blanket off her naked breasts. I stared, fascinated at the way they moved with her deep sleep breathing. Slowly, up and down, two mounds of soft flesh looking unbearably succulent. I propped myself up on one arm to watch the pliant young flesh of her upper body and her delicate face for a moment before I bent to take the soft brown nipple between my
lips. She stirred but did not wake and I drew myself back to consider her body again.
Her eyes opened slowly. She yawned and a shot of adrenalin flashed through me. I looked into those newly opened eyes, still sleepy and remembered how she had screamed last night while I fucked her. My prick began to jump off my flank toward her.
"Good morning," I said.
She smiled.
"Good morning." She said it playfully, grinning, telling me she liked what my hand was doing on her breast.
Her voice made my cock jump to attention and poke into her thigh. It was interesting, that. I usually didn't respond so quickly to a chick the second time around. My sex life was a series of new conquests, and I liked it that way. But there was something different about Sandy. Careful, I told myself.
She licked her lips and I leaned to kiss them, letting my free hand slide across her ribs and rest on her hip, pulling her a little closer so I could feel more of her body against my cock.
Her breath caught as I moved my face toward her nipples, taking one in my hand and the other in my mouth, sucking it gently between my teeth and biting down just enough to make it harden. Then I moved my lips to the other side and did the same until they were both puckered brown knobs on the tips of her round moons of breasts. Her hand played a game with my balls, gently pulling them out and then letting them slide back through her fingers, only to be retrieved. Then she dug her nails into the skin, causing little points of sensation, bringing my whole crotch alive until my pelvis began rotating against her hand.
"Oh, Christ." The words popped out of her lips. I moved my hand quickly down to cover her furred crotch, massaging it with the same rhythm she used on my balls. My head was begging to spin with the pressure pounding in my brain like a sledge hammer and I scarcely heard her as she screamed.
"Fuck me! Do it now!"
I increased the pressure of my hand on her pelvic bone and began to probe one finger inside, thrusting it into the delicious warmth and moisture waiting for my throbbing rod.
Her hand gripped my cock like she was going to rip it off and stuff it into the demanding channel. I did not try to move away from her.
"I'm going to give you something special." I heard my own voice come in hoarse grunts.
She did not let go of my cock as I moved over her. With my knees straddling her head, I lowered my face between her legs. The smell of sex met my nostrils, filling my head with swirling vapors of last night's lovemaking, last night's fucking, and sent jolts of electric shocks down my spine.
I opened my mouth and lowered it down on her cunt lips, withdrawing my finger as I filled my mouth with the delicious fluid.
"Oh noooooo, don't."
I could scarcely hear her words as my mouth drove down on her, lapping, tasting, probing, tongue fucking. I pulled her legs up around my ears and opened her cunt with my fingers until I could see the pink flesh under the brown folds. I forced my tongue into the deeper recess, sucking at her hard bud which was pulsating with desire, alternately withdrawing my tongue and then thrusting it back again, as deeply as I could, into her tunnel of pleasure.
I slobbered and gobbled down there between her legs as if it were some fantastic dish under the mouth of a starving man and my cock pushed into her mouth, stopping her groaning.
She put her arms around my back and used me for leverage-to work up and down on my prick. She used her teeth and tongue with professional skill and I felt the inside of her mouth all over my cock. When I crouched a little backwards, my balls covered her forehead.
The vat of come began to churn somewhere deep in my groin. I worked with my tongue to bring her along with me. Her hips began to buckle and push against my face. Her mouth opened around my cock and a long animal groan shook her body as my come splashed into her open mouth, punctuating her groans with eager gargles and swallows.
Her body gradually relaxed, but her tongue and lips continued to suck for more of my semen. Her fingers played with my balls like squeezing a toothpaste tube from the bottom; she was determined to get every last drop.
Gradually my senses stopped reeling and I pulled out of her mouth and turned around on top of her.
"You like that?" I asked, coming face to face with her once again. "That was beautiful."
"You've had it done before, haven't you."
"Sure, but I've never liked it very much."
"But you liked it this time."
"Because I know you're going to fuck me too," she said dreamily; her eyes were still glazed. "I can dig it."
She pulled her knees up around my sides and I settled in between her thighs. My cock slipped up between us, against my belly, letting my balls wallow in the wet sticky goodness of her wide open cunt. To give her pleasure I rammed my displaced genitals down against her cunt and rubbed, hoping that my rod would contact her still rigid clit and give it a good working over before I shoved it up inside her.
Td never known a chick who got turned on so often and so quickly as Sandy. We rocked together, the friction between our sex just beginning when she began to demand that I enter her. I was ready.
"Oh god," she kept repeating. "Oh god, put it in! Oh Godr
I slipped my arms under her knees and pushed her back on her shoulders, her open legs were flaying the air. I supported my weight on the backs of her thighs and sheathed my cock before she could scream out at the discomfort.
My body bounced down on her, crushing her into the bed, ramming her with my cock as though I intended to split her apart. When she was past complaining I began a slow but hard stroke, fucking the length of my shaft each time, letting the pressure on her back relax as I withdrew for the next downward thrust and then hitting her hard on the downbeat
I wanted her to know she had been fucked. Now that I was at it I wanted to give her the best I pulled my cock out of her cunt on the out stroke and adjusted my aim slightly and drove one long, hard, smooth stroke into her ass. I felt the little mouth open as though in surprise and swallow. She screamed but I was in. I ground down on her for a second, letting her feel it all, giving her something to remember, and then slipped out and jabbed back into her cunt.
She was screeching and thrashing, the only way I held my place on top of her was having her legs pinioned under me. I fucked into her cunt, driving harder and harder against her, slamming my crotch against hers, bouncing, grinding, pumping it out of me into her.
The waves of her orgasm rippled over my cock and up her stomach, bouncing her head back as though in hideous pain. Deep snarls coursed through her lips and her fingernails dug deep into my shoulder, pushing me away. I stroked on, working for my climax. I wanted to catch the tail end of hers, to come while those sweet, gripping waves were still in her cunt, undulating and sucking.
Then it happened. The flood gate opened and I poured like a turned on spigot. I bent, curling my body back over her crotch, putting my entire weight oh the one spot, my cock a driven stake holding me in place, while my body wrung itself dry, gushing and spilling into her very guts.
She lay quietly for several minutes, turned on her side, away from me.
"You all right?" I asked carefully.
Her head shook slightly, yes. She was all right
"Don't you work somewhere?"
After a moment her head shook again. Affirmative.
Before she could tell me she wasn't going to work today, I said, "I've gotta split."
Tension stiffened her back as I crawled out of bed and began dressing.
"Will I see you again?" she asked.
"No." It was my customary answer, it wasn't even too hard to say it any more.
Dressed, I turned to her. She had not moved.
"You were a great fuck," I told her. "One of the best"
"Why don't you come back?"
She said it more calmly than I expected. She sat up and looked at me, seemingly entirely composed.
"If you are afraid of 'getting involved,' " she said, "don't worry."
I had heard it before but somehow this chick sounded like she meant it
"There's a party next weekend," she said, smiling. "Why don't you come "
I didn't say anything.
"Meet me on the corner of Powell and Geary around ll p.m. Friday night."
"Just give me the address."
"I can't you couldn't get in."
CHAPTER THREE
Powell Street was quiet for eleven-thirty at night The street of midnight activity seemed to have taken the night off.
One of the girls, the whores I mean, passed me on the right and walked on ahead, her slim little ass swinging under her tight white mini. She didn't pay any attention to me. A trick is a trick and they don't waste any time on any who aren't I saw her cast a significant glance at a man in a gray -business suit and huff on by when he paid her no attention, trying to make it seem he had made a pass at her!
Across the street I saw Don holding down his corner like he has for the last three years, selling his papers. The Barb, the Hard Core. It was his living. I had met him the first night I'd been in town. He was who you asked to find out what was going on. He greeted me amicably.
"Have you seen a tall blonde chick, waiting for someone?"
Before he could answer I heard a voice. "Paul?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned.
"You know Sandy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for her."
"Come on," the man nodded and turned.
"You ever been to one of Melinda's parties before," he asked as I followed him down the street
The man was in his late thirties, his hair was thin and black, receding a bit at the front his tall, thin frame had the lift of excitement about it. He looked at me and grinned as though his life depended on it.
"You got a treat in store for you," he announced.
"Is Sandy there?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
The party was in a loft in North Beach. We climbed up four stories from the bright lights of the Broadway entrance, a small door in the side of a building, the kind you'd never notice. I actually heard the party from the street but I didn't realize what I was hearing until we had climbed closer.
The party was in full swing. The door opened to a secret knock. I thought the secrecy a little elaborate until the door opened. Inside was a room about the size of a basketball court, crammed full with people. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light a shot of adrenalin went through me; most of the people were nude. My heart began racing with such astonishing speed, sending blood to every extremity of my body, that I could do nothing but stand still and gape. Someone spoke to me, but I didn't answer.
The room was full of people, naked or dressed in strange single items, a leather belt, a brocade vest, a dangling feather boa. A fur, a hat, boots, stockings. I could take in only one thing at a time.
They were squeezing by each other, pressing, pushing, handling and moving. The sweat glistened on every body. The roar of talk was all but silenced by the hot blare of a rock band in the far corner. Even the musicians were stark naked under hot, colored lights. Strobes did their sensual flicker here and there in the room.
Directly in front of the door, in a strong orange light, a woman looked up, an expression of near ecstasy on her face and a hazy smile of greeting. She was entirely nude but for a wide leather belt around her waist. Sitting on the floor between her legs I could see the broad back of a man, his face was buried in her crotch, his hands clung to the back of her thighs.
I could hear the wet, slurping noises as the man's mouth nuzzled between her lips. She buried her hands in the curly black mop of hair between her legs and rubbed her crotch hard against his face.
A couple stood watching them, still and silent The man wore a gigantic erection. I caught glimpses of other naked bodies flashing and glimmering, half prominent in the flickering light half in the secrecy of shadows. A man stood pretending to talk to a woman sitting on a table, but his cock had slipped up over the edge of the table and was sneaking in and out of her cunt while they talked.
There was the smell of alcohol and marijuana smoke was heavy in the room, A large, pale skinned man stood while a very dark-skinned girl wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him with obvious passion. Her pelvis fitted against his and she undulated with open lasciviousness. He rotated his hips forward so she could more easily find a protuberance upon which to rub herself. A heavy smile spread over his face. His hands moved easily over her back and pulled her hard against him. He pushed and squeezed the dark flesh of her buttocks, spreading the cheeks and pulling her up off the floor so her weight was supported entirely on his hands, which, in turn, tipped her against the rapidly swelling white column between them. They twisted and gyrated for several minutes and an audience gathered, grinning, watching and murmuring encouragement
Suddenly the passionate couple drew apart. A sigh of disappointment went up from the crowd. The man's cock was still rigid, however, the dark girl's thighs were wet. His eyes held the sleepy length. Stepping back, his gaze devoured her dark body, his breath became so heavy his shoulders moved in a rhythmic heaving.
He reached out, taking one of the dark nipples between his fingers and looked into her beautiful dark eyes. Without removing her eyes from his, she reached out and the end of his pole disappeared inside her hand. For several minutes they played with each other in this way, his hands exploring her body quickly, pulling her to him, darting into folds and crevices, probing, picking, stroking her twisting, turning flesh until she groaned for the final act to begin.
Suddenly I was aware of two things. First, I was still fully clothed, and second, I had a painful erection trapped under my pants. I could not take my eyes off his big white hand kneading her soft, dark belly and then slipping down into the dripping triangle between her thighs, but I began to fumble at my clothes.
Still, I could not take my gaze from the scene in front of me. When it seemed the man was about to lift her off the floor and enter her, she spun herself around in his arms, I felt a stab of disappointment, thinking she was, after all, not going through with it, when suddenly she leaned over, presenting him with the brown globes of her buttocks. Deftly his fingers grabbed her hips while he spread the guardians of her back entrance so I could see the tiny rubbery ring of her anus. His cock was aimed directly at the entrance, still he seemed to hesitate.
"Come on," she gasped. "Come on."
A look of uncertainty passed over his face.
"Fuck my ass!" she shouted at him in a strained voice.
Now a large crowd had gathered. The scene had become the focus of the room. Even couples, who were themselves in acts of love, stopped to watch.
The big white-skinned man spit quickly in one of his hands and rubbed the head of his cock with spittle. His cockhead had turned angry red and flared out over the shaft. It looked unlikely that it could possibly be pushed into the small anal opening.
The girl, impatient now beyond waiting, reached around behind her without standing up and grabbed the angry cockhead and pulled it forward. She squeezed the blunt head and pressed it against her.
"Get it in!" she shouted at him. "Don't worry about hurting me."
With that, he grabbed her hips hard between his giant hands and parting the cheeks to the fullest, pushed against the pink-brown opening. A gasp of pain crossed her lips, but he was no longer concerned with her, and he pushed harder.
No one breathed as all eyes watched the dark sphincter open slowly and swallow the massive white erection that was being forced into it. A gasp went out of the audience, as well as the dark girl, as the head disappeared inside and the tiny mouth distended, shut around it.
The man groaned loudly as his massive white column slid impossibly out of sight into the dark, bent-over body. A hoarse gasp shuddered through the girl.
"How do you want it?" the man demanded. "You want it fast?"
The dark girl could do nothing but shake her head. Yes, she wanted it fast. He withdrew and once again it seemed impossible that such a giant instrument could be put away in such a tiny place. The more he drew out of her the more incredible it seemed. He withdrew entirely. He was breathing hard, his body twitched with desire, yet he held back from a second attack; perhaps to make her beg for more, perhaps because he, himself, had experienced pain in the tightness of her ass.
Then, suddenly, with the air of a man plunging into extremely cold water, with his breath held, I saw him gather his muscles and determination and with one hard thrust drive the stake to the hilt.
The woman screamed out her painful satisfaction as he ripped in and out of her anus, holding her hips with his hands and driving into her with his pelvis. At the same time he pulled her against him, the driving, slamming of their bodies seemed unendurably brutal.
Suddenly the man's legs began to quiver and his body seemed to convulse. He slipped his arms around the girl's waist and, leaning back on his own bent knees, picked her up off the floor so she sat directly on the huge pike and received her potion of his spurting, white male fluid.
I almost felt my own orgasm coming on, so powerful and unexpected was this display. Then a pretty brunette, whom I had never seen before, detached herself from the crowd and put her arms around my neck. Her eyes were heavy and dreamy, her breasts stood out to me like separate round invitations. She nuzzled my neck with her warm moist lips and then, just as quickly as she had appeared, disappeared into the crowd.
I pushed into the crowd after her, sliding by some middle-aged woman's backside, my cock dragging over her rump. Hands reached out and touched me unnecessarily as I passed. I look for Sandy, but not seriously. I was really just moving, happy to be feeling high and be among so many naked bodies. Hands grabbed me and let go, darting quickly between my legs to cop a feel. Weird. I wondered what kind of a party Sandy would invite me to and tried again to find her. Then I remembered my greeter. I decided to look for her instead of Sandy.
As I wove my way through the crowd, I flinched against the hands, but they were so numerous I gave up and let them do what they liked, enjoying the sliding groping.
"I'm Marcy, this is Teddie," I heard a girl's voice say off to my right. I turned around, wondering if she had been speaking to me. Her eyes looked directly into mine.
"What's your name?"
I almost gave her a phony name, but what the hell. "Paul," I said.
"We were just discussing the Sexual Freedom League," she said. She was drunk, you can always tell the stoned from the drunk. The dope makes your eyes water and look far away, dreamy; alcohol makes them bleary.
I fell into the kiss she forced on me, pulling her full body against me, letting my hands slide down her back. I lifted and pressed her against me with my hands under her ass. I was already incredibly excited. I like that, cupping my hands under a woman's buns and pulling her up so I can reach her lips.
"That's for hello." Her voice was tiny and lost. She slid out of my arms and pushed her way back into the mass of milling naked bodies without another word. My frustration was mounting, then I remembered again...Sandy. I should ask for her.
I started to ask the next passerby, a gorgeous blonde, but she handed me a joint and after I had taken several drags everything, of course, started looking different.
I looked around, seeing the room, itself, for the first time. It was incredible. The walls were of rough wood. On them hung a welter of ornately framed oil paintings and stark photographic blowups of phalluses. The ceiling was a canopy of glass, a skylight so large, huge iron beams were required to hold it in place. From these beams hung a wealth of hammocks, reed basket chairs and huge pots overhung with ferns and vines, some of which hung as far as the floor. In addition to the hanging furniture, the floors were strewn with rugs, huge pillows and divans and chairs, of all descriptions.
From the very center of the skylight, where all the iron beams peaked, hung a huge modernistic chandelier with its jutting flanges of black iron lighting the room. From this gigantic, floating monster, beams of light reached out even to the furtherest corner of the room. Strobes further illuminated areas with their sensual flicker, blue lights, orange and red provided no privacy, even behind clusters of plants or macram� curtains.
Then Marcy was back.
"Here, would you like a little champagne?"
She held out her glass to me but succeeded only in spilling it down my front.
"Oh, goodness!" She looked up at me, little girl pensively. "We had better not let that go to waste."
I saw her tongue dart out through her thin lips. She started on my chest, her little pink tongue lapped at the thick hair, apparently trying to get the spilled champagne. At my navel, she licked avidly, some had been trapped there.
Then, as casually as a cat cleans her kittens, her tongue slid down into my pubic hair and around the base of my cock. It jumped out against her cheek as she lapped up my balls.
The people around us started taking an interest. I had a sudden freezing flash of paranoia at being the object of so many pairs of eyes.
"There," she said. There was simple satisfaction in her voice. "I hate to see champagne go to waste." She stood up and turned away from me. I was getting furious at the disappearing prick teasers I had encountered so far. My prick was rigid and my blood racing through my body.
"Bitch," I yelled at her. Several people laughed. I dragged my hard-on through the crowd of bodies, which changed from orange to blue to red as the strobe light did its thing, trying pointlessly not to get slime all over everybody. I made my way toward the band near the opposite wall.
They were on a bandstand about three feet high. The music had a heavy throbbing beat to it. A girl, dressed in nothing but a mink collar and a few long strings of beads, with wild stringy hair, was singing, accompanied by a trumpet and two guitars, plus a young black guy beating an orgiastic bongo.
The singer was no beauty, but her crotch-was at eye level. I began getting angry at the blonde as I felt my stomach tighten the way it does when I've got to have it Like a big hand is squeezing my gut from the bottom up 'til I can't take a deep breath.
I looked into this girl's crotch and thought only of how it would open. I could see the little flashes of pink lips as she gyrated to the demands of the music, at times almost grinding her hips. The hanging beads swayed with her rhythm, hiding nothing. I realized with a jolt that she is having her sex. She didn't need me or any man, she was pouring her sex into that prick of a mike she held in her hand, rolled between her palms, almost slobbering on. But nonetheless I watched and thought what it would be like to slide my rod up there between those dark wet lips of hers, take her hand off that silver hand cock, maybe.
Out of the crowd, next to the bongo man, everyone was suddenly aware of a little black chick. She was about four feet tall, but built to perfection on a small scale. She was trying to climb onto the bandstand. Someone gave her a boost in the ass, taking a feel at the same time and grinning at the crowd around him.
On one corner of the stage she found a little room and began a squatting, bouncing, twirling dance. She went crazy. The singer moved a little, to the right with her silver peter, giving the little black chick more space.
All at once she fell flat on the floor! After a moment her hot dark eyes began to stare out into the audience, looking from one man to another.
Suddenly I realized she was looking for a partner. Embarrassment, uncertainty and hope tumbled in my guts. I couldn't dance and she was looking at me, smiling at me! Saying, come on, big boy, let's dance.
My mind whirled, trying to focus.
"I can't dance," I shouted unnecessarily, because the music had stopped all at once.
The girl with the mike still between her hands, her wild hair and hands moving around, her sweat-slicked face, was looking down and grinning at me. Everyone was looking at me. Grinning faces.
Will he? Will he climb up on the bandstand with the little black chick? Will he, is he up to it?
Desperately I tried to focus my attention. I was stoned, but I was horny as hell. I felt my knees bend and I realized with a shock that I was climbing up on the bandstand.
The black girl rose to me like a cobra to a mongoose, the music resumed, slowly the bongo picked up its beat
"Boom...boom," in no hurry to catch up, the drummer beat out his rhythm.
I stood up over her and she lifted herself off the floor, just like a snake, swaying to the music. She was a dancer...what she could do with her body! The thought crossed my mind that she was hired to do this! Hired to lure someone out of the audience for a display.
Somehow my body picked up the music and I began to feel the strange music swaying in me. She rose from the floor between my feet and my body moved to the music in time with hers. I didn't care how I looked, the music moved through me like hot, colored smoke and she came up off her belly.
She swayed on her knees in front of me, her small black, perfect breasts bouncing with the beat of the bongo, almost separate from the rest of her dance. I felt my feet planted wide apart in the middle of the stage. At last she was on her feet, too, facing me, looking up at me, fully in the face. I heard the thump, thump, thump of her heels hitting the floor, shaking her entire flesh in time to the bongo, which was going faster and faster.
Someone yelled, "Come on, Teeny. Come on, baby!" For a moment it brought the huge crowd back to me, for a moment I saw all of them looking at us; sweating, half a grin on their faces. They're getting it on.
Then I felt my heels bounce on the floor, my timing catching up again with her and the bongo. The crowd went mad, shouting crazily. We didn't stop pounding our heels on the floor, but slowly she moved her feet out arid away, wider and turned out. She started leaning over backward, leaning over without stopping the shaking rhythm, like she was going under a limbo stick. She raised her hips and her little furry muff, all wet and open, to me. I looked down and saw the bright, pink slit inside her black-skinned lips. Her hands hit the floor in a full backbend and she spread her legs more and raised her little dark cunt into the air toward me.
I bent my knees a little down under her butt and slid my thighs down under her until my balls covered her crotch and my cock stretched up over her black belly. I heard a clapping and roar. Slowly I crouched backward, leaving a long shiny trail of juice on her belly. I pulled back until I could guide myself down, down through the dense forest of hair and slip into the top of her cunt, pressing the lips open, seeing their pink insides as they slip up and hold my prick head, pumping juice to wet it with and make it slippery.
I had the terrible feeling that I was about to lose my balance. I took her hips in my hands and held myself up. Bending my knees a little more, I leaned further and pulled back with my hips. My cockhead slipped down through the fantastic pink slit, slipped down the hot, slippery lips of her cunt. I felt her clit slip by.
A shudder raged through my body, almost as though I was going to fall over. I pulled harder with my hips, letting my head, fall back further, holding onto her hips with my hands, gripping tightly. It was unbelievable how sturdy she was. Then my cock slipped down under the bridge that marks the difference between the false shallow lips of a woman and the long empty tunnel that swallows a man.
I crouched closer now and pushed inch by inch into her. I could see her little black body swallowing my long, ivory stake and I knew some of the crowd was feeling her cunt close around their own hard pricks. I was aware of the sudden hush that fell over them, almost as though they were one huge body writhing in my passion.
She was little and right, the hot fleshly tissues of her deep inside flesh crowded in and pulled at me, sucking me in until my roots were planted against her crotch and my legs were strained in an impossible crouch.
She let out a long low howl! Her hips began to undulate against me. A cheer leapt out of the crowd and the music blared wildly and Teeny began fucking me frantically, in time to the music.
Still in her backbend, she managed to pull herself up on me, but not so far, never so far that I would slip out, never losing me. She straightened her legs and came up on her toes. I felt the sucking and pulling deep in her insides as she ripped it off me; then she arched her belly up and slid down over me, pushed herself down on me, sheathing me in her body like a warm sock pulling down over an outstretched foot. Her control was fantastic, but mine wasn't. I felt I was about to fall over on my back. I must have wavered or something, because one of the guys in the band jumped up and grabbed his stool and slid it under my ass; my legs gave out and I fell down on it.
So Teeny was free! She leapt over me and impaled herself again. I hung on to the stool and leaned back, she put her feet under my ass on the stool and ran up and down on me until my cock was stretched out like he was reaching into her for something. Then she put her hands in the middle of my belly and squatted, slamming her hips harder and harder, up and down, ramming herself down, taking full penetration each time, pushing against me, getting her clit into it, bending against me so that my cock shaft rubbed hard against the bone over the top of her tunnel and the head dug into the bottom of the channel until my head spun and I fell back with just my hips on the stool, my legs hanging over one side, my body hanging over the other. My head hit the floor and I opened my eyes. I was looking directly into the crowd; directly in front of me, looking into my face, was Sandy!
All my senses ran from my mind, I was a volcano laid out over a stool, a volcano shooting hot lava through a tower into a hot, black, sucking cunt goddess.
She made terrible noises, choked and groaned, her face was contorted as though she'd been stabbed in the guts with a big sword, she grabbed the ivory tower with her black hand and, holding it, pulled herself up off it.
I couldn't stand it, spurts of white globs of lava erupted and fell, catching on her crotch or her thighs, then a long, low yell chased the groans out of her throat and she slammed herself down, crashed down on me, practically breaking my back like a stick over somebody's knee, but I didn't know it until later. I didn't know anything until later when Sandy was helping me into my clothes, without saying anything, kneeling down in front of me, tying my shoes because I couldn't lean over, and holding my jacket, carefully, because I couldn't move my arms back too far.
"Come on, Paul," she was saying. "TO take yon to my place."
I could see she was as high as I was.
"What the fuck kind of dope was that?" I asked.
"I don't know, something Marlis put out."
"Wow." My head was spinning. "Are you as high as I am?" She grinned at me.
"Hey," she said. "Mar wants to come with us, you mind?"
"Mind what?" I tried to catch my mind, which seemed to have dropped off toward the corner of the room.
"If Mar comes with us...."
Slowly I realized what she was saying. Two women!
"No.. . no...."
Fucking two women, I hadn't done that in a long time. Mar.. . Marlis.. . . "Who's Marlis?"
"She owns this place," Sandy said, standing up. "Oh...." That seemed to take care of it.
"Take it easy on her."
Sandy's eyes wandered drowsily in front of mine. I laughed out loud.
CHAPTER FOUR
We drove over in Marlis' car. She was a serious sort of girl with dark hair and big eyes. I liked her instantly. She was as high as Sandy and I. She said very littie, but carefully shepherded her MG through the streets towards Sandy's.
It must have been early morning because the streets were full of that lonely feeling they have when everyone has gone to bed. The street lights take on a shiny loneliness standing in pools of their own light.
"I hope your back is all right," Sandy said.
"If it is now, it won't be by morning." I laughed, still feeling very woozy. The fact was, however, that it seemed not to hurt at all. I wondered if the dope had finally killed the pain.
We three rode silently in the elevator up to Sandy's apartment
Sandy had hardly closed the door behind us when she started taking off her clothes. I stopped her and then proceeded to do it myself. I like to undress women, slowly feeling them as I slip first one thing and then another off. When I had Sandy undressed, I pulled her to me from behind and rubbed my hands up and down her body, massaging her breasts and letting my fingers slip down between her legs until the tips dipped into the already hot slit hidden among the blonde curls.
Mar stood watching, quietly, then said, "I should have brought my camera."
That took me aback. "You a photographer?"
"Didn't you see the photos on the wall at my place?"
I remembered the huge blowups I had noticed. Then I turned my attention back to Sandy. She was starting to moan before I pushed her away and started undressing Marlis. Mar was less pliable. She stood rather fixedly as I undid her blouse and slid her skirt off.
Sandy began undressing me as I took Marlis' clothes off, trying not to interfere with my work on her friend. By the time Marlis was naked, so was I. When I pulled her to me, my cock slid up her belly. I forced a kiss until she began to warm a little. Sandy put her arm around me from behind and began kissing my shoulders and back. My hands moved over Marlis' fine, smooth skin until I had the cheeks of her ass, one in each hand.
Sandy's hand pushed between our bellies, her other hand slipped between my legs. If she were a wrestler, I would have thought she was going to throw me up over her shoulder. Instead, she tickled my balls with one hand and tugged at my cockhead with the other.
At the same time I reached up between Marlis's legs from behind and began fingerfucking her with my middle finger. She warmed up quite rapidly after that.
A moment later I was leaning against the wall with my legs slightly out in front of me with my knees bent. The girls were straddling my knees, rubbing their pussies up my thighs, and from the knee up, rubbing my prick between their legs. My legs were wet with come and they moaned as they slipped up and down.
Then one of them, I did not notice which one, went down on her knees and, dragging my cock up over my leg, stuck as much as she could of it in her mouth.
The mouth on my cock and the slippery open cunt sliding up and down my thigh...I began to groan, too.
It was Hershey's chocolate syrup they poured down my belly. They rubbed it on into my crotch and over my cock and balls; then they covered my thighs with it until I was a chocolate mass from the navel to the knee.
They used me then to apply it to themselves, rubbing their cunts over me until they, too, were a sticky chocolate mess.
It was in this position that my cock first slipped into one of their cunts, carrying its chocolate massage into her deepest pit. My cock was instantly covered with a new application and then the other one slipped down on my sticky dark pole, moving up and down to insure that her in-sides would be thick with the chocolate syrup.
When we were all satisfied that each was well covered with the syrup we began a rotation, lying on the Norwegian rug. First, Sandy lay down on her back. I straddled her head with my legs and began ticking the chocolate out of her cunt hair. The taste was sticky sweet at first, but as I worked down into the spreading wet flesh, it began to take on the taste of lust as well. The result was a feast for the nostrils and the tongue.
Sandy concentrated on my ball bag, though she would occasionally slip her mouth around my hard nozzle to catch a drop of moisture which had appeared.
When Marlis took my place and buried her face between Sandy's legs, I moved behind her and complicated Sandy's job by introducing my chocolate cock deep into her friend's cunt. She avidly buried her face in the action and lapped hungrily at the sweet chocolate juices that I pulled out with each thrust, lapping at cock and cunt at the same time.
It was at this point that I ejaculated quietly and painlessly. Sandy, realizing this, grabbed my cock out of her friend and devoured the sweetened chocolate juices into her own sucking mouth. The entire thing had a surreal quality about it, what with the chocolate syrup and all.
When we stopped again, Sandy had a rich mixture of chocolate and sperm over her face. I watched while Marlis licked her face clean, then saying she wanted more, took my cock in her mouth and sucked as you would suck a straw stuck in a soda until at last she was satisfied that I was dry, at least for the moment
"Come on, girls," I grinned at Marlis, who was hanging on my cock like a calf on a dry tit. She laughed out loud suddenly and then we all did.
"Oh, my God!" Sandy said, regaining herself. "Who the hell brought the chocolate syrup?" We all broke up again 'til I thought my guts would tie themselves up in knots. At last, exhausted with laughing, we all lay back against the sofa and were quiet for a long moment
Then Mar said, "You never said your name?"
"Paul."
"Paul?" Mar said. "I would have thought you were a Dean or a John." I laughed at that
"I was telling Mar what a good fuck you were, Paul," Sandy used my name rather deliberately. She said it without looking at me.
"Thanks," I had trouble suppressing a smile.
"I mean . . . " She looked up at Marlis, almost shrugging her shoulders.
I got the drift of the situation, but I didn't interfere. I looked up at Mar, too, wanting to see if she could find the words her friend lacked.
She just looked down and began rubbing some chocolate off her foot I looked back at Sandy, trying to look as blank as I could.
"Well...." She looked at the window then back at me. "I mean.. . you came...."
". . . Already," I finished for her. I was laughing inside, but I kept my face sober.
She nodded. "Yeah." By this time Mar was beet red and very rigidly studying the wall on the other side of the room, still holding her toes between her fingers as though she had forgotten them.
"Last time," Sandy was gaining confidence by now. "Last time you went on, I mean, longer than I did."
"I tell you what." I looked from one to the other. "If you girls will get it up for me, I promise m keep it up until you're both so sore you beg me to lay off." I let myself laugh out loud at them.
"How?"
"How?"
"There are two of you, why don't you figure something out?" Marlis and Sandy looked at each other and got up on their knees, one on either side of where I leaned on the sofa. Without saying a word, each of them reached for the leg nearest them and pulled them apart, so that my knees were opened outward. Both girls looked me in the face.
I did the best I could to keep the excitement that was welling up inside me from erecting my prick. Obviously, it would be more interesting the longer I kept it soft.
The long-nailed hands crept up my thighs toward the tender inner flesh, but neither of them, as though by some prearrangement or decision, touched my cock. Somehow it was this that I was not prepared for. Had they reached directly for me, I would have better held off; as I was, I felt myself loosing the battle almost before it started.
Sandy squealed as she saw the beginnings of success. Somehow it was enough. I controlled myself, my cock dropped back down between my legs.
"Ohhh, that's not fair," Mar said dejectedly. "Sorry, girls," I laughed.
"Here . . . " Sandy said, reaching out and pulling the foreskin off my cock and rubbing it. Marlis' head dropped instantly and her mouth opened around my cockhead.
"Paul, look."
Sandy drew my attention to what her friend was doing, or wasn't doing. Her mouth was open around my cockhead, she moved it up and down just like a good blow job, but she never closed her mouth, nothing made contact Both of them laughed.
"Pull him down on the floor," Sandy ordered.
When they had me down on my back, Sandy picked up my knees, and with Mar's help, pushed me up on my back in much the same position that I had taken her in the first time we had met with my ass in the air and my legs pointed up past my head.
Mar stood over me, holding me in this position. I looked up into her sweet little pussy, that alone almost lost me the race.
Sandy, on her knees, put her head between my legs and began licking my balls from the bottom. It was during this process that I began to realize some things about Sandy, the way her tongue crept further and further down the crack of my ass. I was aware somehow that this was the first time she had ever done this particular trick and yet she did it slowly and calmly, determinedly. Mar's body over me was suddenly frozen as she too realized what Sandy was about to do.
Then it happened, Sandy's tongue drove quickly between the tight muscles of my ass. I felt its tip for a moment inside me, the feeling was strange and new to me. Then she withdrew her head, grinning at her strange accomplishment.
She looked up at Marlis. Quietly and persuasively, she said, "You do it."
No was all I could think. Marlis would not do it
But hesitantly, Marlis moved round and knelt down between my legs while Sandy took her place.
Mar's mouth fell upon my balls and then moved quickly, as though she was less sure than Sandy had been; quickly and firmly she drove her face down into the crack of my ass. I felt her tongue frantically searching for the hole and then; suddenly finding it, she pushed in, hard and so far it hurt. As quickly as it started, it was over. She stood up, her face was white!
I very much wished that Sandy had not made her do it.
Sandy dropped my legs and gathered her friend into her arms, kissing her on the lips and holding her hard.
I was a little dazed and suddenly very sleepy. As the girls pulled away from me in their own embrace, I drifted off to sleep.
A moment later I was awakened by the thrashing of bodies beside me. I pulled myself up and watched.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandy had gotten Marlis down on her back and was sitting on her chest. One of Mar's breasts was pushed out from under the leg that was so unconscious of its existence. Sandy's head was deep between Mar's legs, moving avidly.
I shook my head slightly. It was beginning to clear from the alcohol and pot, but not yet; I lay back against the sofa cushion.
"Ohhhh, Sandy, that feels good," Marlis was saying. "Feels good, feels good."
Sandy muttered something into the wet muff under her mouth but I could not hear what it was. Suddenly she started pulling her head back a short distance and ramming it back down between Marlis' legs. By leaning over to the right slightly, I could see that her tongue was stuck out hard and she was ramming this small penis into her friend with as much vigor and force as she could. Her face was dripping wet and her blonde hair hung down, long strands of it sodden with all the come of the evening, either Marlis' juices or mine.
Sandy picked her rear up off Mar's breast and struggled to her knees, trying not to miss a stroke as she arranged her open crotch above Mar's face.
Quickly Mar's arms wrapped around the long, sleek butt above her and pulled her face up between the spread legs.
I felt my cock harden against my belly, its bulbous head dripping come onto my side. Without getting to my feet I made my way to Sandy's upturned rear. I poised on my knees, my dripping cock hanging over Mar's dark head, which was working between Sandy's legs, hard into her cunt. I put my hand on Sandy's haunches and waited for a moment, waited for Marlis to move her face enough to get air.
When I saw my opening, I leaned my hips forward, driving my cock past Marlis' nose into the open pit of her friend. I stroked a few times, dragging my balls over Mar's face with each stroke.
Marlis' mouth closed over my working cock at the point of its disappearance into her friend. She lapped at come and juices I dragged out. After a moment, I pulled back, in spite of the delicious sensation, so both cunt and mouth were working on me at once.
I grabbed the shaft of my cock firmly in my hand and slid the head of it up between the cheeks of Sandy's ass, till I found the tight sphincter. I rocked slowly forward and back, driving my cock into her further each time until the long shaft itself was sliding deeper and deeper into her. At last I was fully engorged in her ass. My balls hung down and rubbed Marlis' forehead as she licked and probed Sandy's cunt.
I do not know how long we were in this position before we all came. It seemed like a long time that I rocked there, driving my cock into Sandy's asshole, feeling Marlis' tongue leap up and lick the thick underside of my prick as I drove it in and out and my balk rubbed her forehead. We were all too high to become overpowered, we had all had sex several times before during the evening and there seemed no hurry now to bring it to a crescendo. It was far better just to savor the thrill of our genitals being nuzzled and fondled.
When at last I shot, it was amid a whirl of groans and cries. What was left in me by way of come oozed out and slid away into Sandy's bowels without much fanfare from me. We were all exhausted.
Marlis had disengaged herself, before I lurched out of Sandy, and sat backward on the floor.
"Oh, wow," Mar sighed a deep sigh of relief. "I haven't done that in a long time."
"It felt marvelous." Sandy leaned over and gave Mar a kiss on her mouth. Then she leaned toward me. "So did you," she said, kissing me too.
I crawled over to the sofa again and leaned back against it. "I'm tired," I announced.
"Me, too," Sandy said.
Mar crawled over beside me and leaned back against the sofa.
"You know what you kids ought to do," she said, mischievously. "But," she added quickly, "you'll have to pretend you don't know me." She grinned and started to tell us about it.
The man behind the desk did not look up. I motioned Sandy to sit down and crossed over to him.
"I called yesterday," I said, "about your ad for actors."
"You an actor?" The man had a large mouth with thick lips and straight black hair which fell down over his eyebrows. He looked up at me quizzically.
"Of a sort," I answered.
"You know what kind of work we do?"
I nodded.
He tossed his head toward the door behind him. "Go in there and take your clothes off."
"How about her?" '
He mopped the hair out of his eyes and looked across at Sandy as though he had not seen her come in and cared less.
"You know what you're into?" he asked her.
"She knows," I answered for her.
He repeated his gesture toward the door for her benefit.
We went through the door and I closed it behind us. The room was bare except for a sofa under the open window and a couple of straight chairs across the room. Through the open window we heard the noise of cars and buses rushing by several stories below. There was a wall clock above the chairs, it was the only thing on the bare walls. It said ll:45 a.m. I wondered when we'd see Mar.
I looked at Sandy and wondered if this was a mistake. It had seemed natural when Mar suggested it, but Sandy looked more shaky than I expected.
"Hey, kid, buck up."
She looked around at me, her eyes full of fear, but behind the fear I could see excitement.
"Do you think he'll want us to fuck?" her voice trembled.
"He might."
"I wonder if hell use the camera right away."
"I don't know," I said. "Remember, we don't know Mar."
She unbuckled her skirt and started pulling it down over her hips.
"He's going to come apart when he sees you," I said.
"He didn't out there."
"He's just being cool," I said, "so we won't want too much money."
"Take off your clothes," she told me.
I was kicking off my shoes when the man came in. He opened the door and stopped dead, looking at us like he couldn't believe his eyes.
"For Christ sake what have you two been doing. I told you to take your clothes off."
"Sorry," I mumbled and shoved my pants down.
Sandy was already naked and he was looking at her. He liked her, I could almost see his mouth water.
"Turn around," his words were cold, but he drew his lower lip between his teeth and bit down on it. Sandy was in!
Then he turned to me.
"With guys it's mostly a matter of getting it on and how big it is."
I felt my stomach begin to knot up on me. He was just looking at me, waiting. I was going to get one chance to get it on and that was all. Well, Mar had warned me.
Sandy was waiting too, smiling confidently, remembering all the times she had seen me get it on, last night.
Desperately I looked at her lush body and thought of fucking her under the bright lights with the cameras rolling, Mar taking pictures of my cock sliding in and out of her little cunt! Christ!
My cock started jumping in quick jerks, every pulse pumping more blood into it. Jump! Jump! The foreskin slipped back over the head.
The man had sat down on one of the chairs and was watching. When my cockhead pointed like a big stick toward the upper corner of the room, he nodded.
"Looks good," he said grudgingly. "You'll have to fuck for the camera. And you'll have to be versatile. People don't want to see just straight fucking any more, they got to have all sorts of stuff. And another thing. If you think you can come here and fuck each other and pick up your money and go home, you've got the wrong business. You'll fuck whenever and whoever we say. I want to make that clear. We've had trouble when we take a couple. If I get any of that shit, you're out and I don't care how good you are."
He spoke as though he were delivering a memorized speech and one which he had not even written himself.
"We know what we're doing," I said.
He looked at me.
"Good for you. I hope you do."
I had a strange feeling about him, as though he were a mild man in a hard business and had tried too hard to make the transition. He didn't seem quite real to me. Mar had said he was a little odd and now that Td met him, that seemed like a gross understatement I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong, but there was something about his entire personality that seemed slightly off kilter.
"What do you pay," I asked.
"It varies. Turn around a couple of times."
He was barely concealing his eager interest in Sandy. I guessed that was what he meant by whenever and whoever.
His inspection completed, he announced, "I never pay more than twenty-five for the first session."
He crossed to a door across from the one where we had come in. He held it open and called into the next room.
"Mar, there are a couple of kids here I want to try out" He nodded back at us. "Come on."
I saw him look again at my prick, which was still ramrod hard, which seemed to please him. I pinched Sandy's butt as she' walked by me, reminding her again with a look, not to recognize Mar. Everything was going fine.
The third room was by far the largest. On the side nearest the door we had to make our way through stacks upon stacks of furniture...sofas, large chairs, piles of rugs, everything that could conceivably be used as a prop to fuck on, in or in front of. Toward the back of the room, standing amid a welter of camera equipment and tripods stood a girl of about twenty-five. With a shock, I realized it was Mar. Somehow she didn't resemble the girl Yd know last night She had a hard professional air about her.
"Mar, this is...what did you say your names were?"
"I'm Paul and this is Sandy."
"This is Marlis Barr, she's my cameraman; you'll be working with her most of the time."
Sandy bit her lip slightly to keep from smiling and said hello. I just nodded.
Mar smiled and looked us over with the care a high better might examine a race horse. Her smile was thoroughly professional. For all anyone could have guessed, she had never seen us before in her life. I wondered how often she played little jokes like this on her employer.
Turn around, please," Mar said.
I began turning, slowly. She put her hand on my ass.
"Nice," she said.
"What" I said, and was not able to resist a wink.
She gave me a slight warning frown and said, "You've got good muscle definition in your buttocks, with a little lighting they can be very dramatic."
The absurdity of the speech struck me and I turned around quickly to look at her. My cock lit right in her hand. She squeezed it. It was very strange, it might have been some kind of vegetable in a supermarket. She stroked it, touching the head with her fingers, pushing it slightly to one side and then the other, squeezing it again to check its firmness and turning it this way and that in the light. Her touch was so professional and devoid of sexuality that I hardly felt stirred by the handling, yet I remained hard. It certainly wasn't hard to pretend we were strangers.
"See this?" she traced the shadow which the flared head of the glans cast back over the rod, if it was held in just the right light. "That is very important. Also these." Her finger moved up the ridges along the back of my cock. "That makes it much more interesting visually."
"Mar sees everything in terms of light and shade," the hairy man said.
By this time her touch didn't seem so impersonal and moisture was beginning to drip off the end of my prick. I had a healthy urge to grab her face in my hand and kiss her with my tongue in her mouth. She was so damn pretty and so damn baffling. She made it all seem like a good thing to do. The way she held my prick in her hand, as though it were an interesting and even beautiful thing to her, almost artistic. She was as real as the man was unreal.
Mar examined Sandy with the same artistic eye, patting her, pressing her as though she had never seen this body before.
"Could we see you two make it?" She said it cheerfully and without embarrassment. "We'll put the lights on you and make everything just like a shooting, but it'll be a dry run. Are you game? No money, just for fun." She glanced at the man, whose approval of the plan was obvious. "Well get down to work in the morning," she added."
The man with the long hair seemed to relax a little in the company of his pretty cameraman. He decided to display his generosity. "How about ten bucks apiece," he offered. "We'll work on lighting and camera angles."
"Darren," she said, "if you will drag something over for a set, I'll turn on some lights."
When everything was set up, I led Sandy out in front of the lights and turned toward the camera equipment. To our backs was a black-painted wall, our prop was to be a large bearskin rug, with the head and claws still attached. Its beady glass eyes stared up at us.
"We'll be asking you to do things as you go along," Mar called to us, "so just start the way you want and well let you know."
I stepped onto the fur. rug, it was like a boxing ring, the perimeters, the shadows, the rug bathed in light the center of the ring. My cock was pushed up between us as I pulled Sandy to me, burying her face in my chest, feeling her tits against my upper abdomen. I kissed the top of her head.
"Good." I heard Mar say, though I could not see her for the strong lights which shone too hotly in my eyes. All was darkness beyond. I felt a little strange, not knowing precisely what to do next, even though it was an act I'd done a million times without thought. My mind seemed to be standing off somewhere, inhibiting the urges which flooded my body. As I hesitated, another voice came from the darkness.
"Go down on him," the man called to Sandy. "Suck him up."
Sandy didn't respond immediately. I sensed she was feeling much the same as I was. Not a reluctance to proceed, but a bit disoriented. I began rubbing her shoulders, first the back and down her back, pushing harder as I rubbed, forcing her down along my body. It would make it seem like my idea instead of an order shouted in from the sidelines.
As I pushed her down, my cock jumped out over her shoulder like a big jack in the box.
"You're close enough to the wall," Mar called. "Don't move your feet but lean back. Stick it right out in her face."
I closed my eyes, a hot flush of anticipation beating in my head. Slowly, without moving my feet, I let my shoulder fall backward, I hoped toward the wall. It didn't seem to matter now, J was in a hurry to feel the moist lips of Sandy's pouting mouth close over my cock. The instructions were meaningless now.
"Don't rush, Sandy," Mar said. "Tickle his balls a Utile."
I felt Sandy's hand slide up my leg toward my balls and felt her hot breath near my throbbing prick. A shudder shook me.
I dimly heard a sound of satisfaction from beyond the lights.
Sandy's fingers tickled my balls and her tongue dallied through the hair at the base of my cock. I spread my legs wide apart
"Nice," I heard a voice say encouragingly. The comments, the knowledge that there were people watching lit me up like a torch.
Sandy took her time, nibbling and biting along the side of my rod until I thought my head was going to explode. I was trying hard to control myself, to keep my hips still fighting to keep my mind cool and detached from my frantic body.
"Get down under," Darrell called. "Suck his balls from behind."
A moment later I felt Sandy's body shift between my legs, then the hair on her head brushed between my thighs. I felt her warm tongue stroking my hanging balls, then her lips sucking on them, drawing them in until she had my balls almost entirely in her mouth. She pushed her face up from beneath. Her nose was on the left side of my prick and her tongue stroked one of my balls inside her mouth. The lights were beating down on us like the hot sun and only served to heighten the intensely erotic atmosphere of the studio. The instructions from the sidelines no longer distracted me as I pushed down against her face and stabbed out in the air.
"Okay, now." Mar was moving into the edge of the light where I could see her. "Slowly move so that you can tongue your way out along his cock, but don't take it in your mouth."
Slowly Sandy pushed my balls out of her mouth with her tongue and began nibbling and licking her way along my rod, curling her tongue around it, making it wet and slimy as a huge snake sliding through wet leaves.
Sounds were gurgling up out of my stomach. My eyes closed against the time it took for her hot mouth to work its way from the base of the cock to the head. At last I felt the tip of her tongue underneath, licking and stroking; she knew well enough what it was doing to me.
"Good. Nice!" I barely heard the words, my whole being was arched out in front of me at the end of my cock, waiting to slip into her soft warm mouth and be rolled by her undulating tongue.
"Okay, suck on him."
Sparks like shooting stars were careening through my head. Her mouth slipped over the flared, purple head.
I was in a whirl of sensations. Her wet, slippery tongue sliding over my cockhead, mouth moving down my hard shaft. Hot bright lights beating down on me, lighting me, every inch of me, my body and my fevered reeling mind, my gasping, my pumping hips. Lights showing me to those other eyes, tense excited eyes, eyes that wanted to see me come. Eyes that stared and burned to see Sandy's mouth slide down over my hard cock.
I was flying, believe me, the boiler was boiling when Mar called to us.
"Stop, coffee," she said.
I could hardly believe my ears. It was my first hint of "professionalism," the whenever and whoever again, stopping a man about half a dozen strokes from coming off and handing him a cup of coffee and expecting him to smile and forget it That's where it was at, as I found out with more and more certainty later. With difficulty, I managed to keep myself from driving to a logical conclusion.
"I did it deliberately," Mar was saying. "You have to learn to control your orgasms. That's how we do it, just stop and let the guy cool down for a few minutes."
Darrell handed me a cup of coffee.
"You have any trouble getting your hard back after you've dropped it?"
"No," I shrugged.
"Come here them." He led me over to a clear place in the furniture stacks. "You know how to press weights?"
I said I did though I had done it only once before. He told me to press the big one. I handed him my coffee and picked up the barbell. It must have been near two hundred pounds. As I began to press it, my erection went down. The harder I worked, the more deflated my cock became.
"We use it to help guys control themselves, give them a little rest in between times, sometimes we shoot all day, you know."
I hadn't really thought about that!
"You ever been in this kind of business before?"
"No." He still made me slightly uncomfortable, even when he was trying to be friendly.
"Here," he threw me a terry cloth robe. "Put this on." He grinned again.
"You're good," he said.
"I got it on all right," I said.
"No, I mean you made it real."
"It was real."
He looked at me uncertainly. "You're a natural then. I thought you were acting."
We walked back toward the women. Mar was pouring coffee at a small table set up behind the cameras.
"You could make a fortune in this line, you know."
"At twenty-five dollars a day?"
"I was just telling him he could do well in the sex business," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and then adding spoon after spoon of sugar.
"They both could," Mar said.
Sandy was hooked. She looked at first one and then the other, fascinated by what they were suggesting.
"I know a club where you could make fifty dollars a performance," Darrell said.
"Performing sex you mean?" I was being deliberately naive. I felt like dragging my heels, I kind of like one step at a time and then I like to make it myself.
"So," Darrell continued, "if you make it three times its a hundred and fifty bucks, if you can make it six times in one night...you figure it out."
"Also . . . " some kind of uncertainty flashed across Mar's face, then she continued. "I want to make some really good movies. I mean, good erotic movies, I don't think the terms are mutually exclusive."
"They would have a bigger and better distribution and there would be a lot more money for the actors." She took a sip of coffee. "And I'll want actors."
"Mar thinks erotic movies ought to be an art form." He clearly cared very little one way or the other.
"Regular sound movies?" Sandy asked her. "The whole thing, but without any coyness about sex."
I began drinking coffee. I liked Mar and I liked the idea of thinking of myself as a movie actor.
A silence fell over the table. We were all thinking about Mar's good movies...what would they be?
Finally, I asked if all the shooting was done in the studio.
"No," Mar said. "We mostly just do short fuck sequences. I like to work out of doors, really, on longer story line scripts. Beach scenes, woods, that sort of thing."
"We've only done one so far," Darrell added, correcting any impression Mar may have made that they had moved very far into this more ambitious field.
"Sound and all that is expensive, isn't it?" I asked, just to see who would answer.
Darrell answered. "Damned expensive."
"I have access to sound equipment," Mar went on as though she was unaware that Darrell had spoken. "And I have a couple of scripts I'm working on."
"What she doesn't have," Darrell said, "is the money to do it with."
"What I don't have is the actors." She finished her coffee. "The money will come when everything else is ready." She stood up easily, the conversation was finished. "Back to work."
"I've changed my mind," she said to DarreH, "I'm going to film this next sequence."
Darrell seemed startled, "What are you going to use?"
"The hand camera," she told him. "You can pay them their twenty-five dollars, they're doing fine."
"Okay."
Mar picked a camera off one of the tripods, it had a handle on the bottom with which she maneuvered it handily.
"We didn't get the fellatio scene but we're going on to the cunnilingus anyway, we'll pick up the other later."
"You have a regular sequence," I asked.
"To start" She had become all business again. "Get a stool for Sandy to sit on."
Darrell dragged on a high stool and sat it directly over the bear's head.
"No, not there, put it in the middle."
Before Darrell could retrieve his mistake, I reached out and pulled the stool nearer the middle of the rug.
"Start like before," Mar said.
I gathered Sandy into my arms and kissed her. The sound of the camera suddenly filled the room, it was like a gigantic bee buzzing closer and closer.
"When I say cut, stop wherever you are and don't move until I say action. Okay?"
It was not a question, just a point of emphasis. I nodded that we understood.
"Darrell, the hand light."
Meanwhile, the bee buzzed around our bodies.
"Down there, between their legs," she said in a most professional tone.
I felt the hot lights between my knees scorching my prick, which was beginning to jump to attention again. Then the camera itself buzzed between my legs. I could feel Sandy's legs between mine. I took my mouth off hers and whispered.
"Open your legs."
She did so her feet were on top of mine. The camera buzzed back and forth between our legs. It was crazy and it was exciting somehow. I could feel my cock prodding Sandy's stomach.
"Start coming down on her," Mar told me quietly, as though the camera might hear and record the instruction. "Take it easy now, just come down and suck her tits."
I had a moments hesitation, I wasn't used to being ordered around about anything, much less sex. Anyway if I crouched down it would open up my ass and for some reason that embarrassed me.
"Come down," Mar said firmly.
I began to bend my knees slowly, sliding my tongue along Sandy's neck, stopping to mouth her Adam's apple. Still the camera buzzed between my legs.
"Move the light a little," Mar said. "Okay, cut!" Mar scrambled up from the floor, lugging her camera with her. I thought she was going to refill the camera. "Action."
The camera buzzed on as I nuzzled Sandy's throat
"Not too slow," Mar said, "keep moving...that's it...now kiss between her tits...that's right.. . that's right.. . use your tongue...okay...now tongue her tit! Good! Now suck."
"Okay, now cut!" The camera ceased its buzzing.
"Bring the light down here again." Once again the camera buzzed up between our legs.
"All right now, your prick is right at her cunt Slowly bring your hand down and rub her with just the head. Not too far up now, take hold of it down close to your body."
The head of my cock had turned to fire again. I rubbed it up and down over Sandy's hard clitoris, both our juices were running. I was beginning to resent the instructions.
"Now a little lower, bring the light up here, closer, now guide it in. That's right not too far."
It was like sinking a molten stake of iron into hot oil.
"No, no, not too far. Good, now move it in and out.. . slowly.. . not too far."
"Cut. Damn it I'm out of film. Can you hold it, this will only take a few seconds." It was a rhetorical question.
I heard the clatter of the camera being opened, my head was full of the need to stab upward with my hips.
"Damn it," Mar said. "Okay, kids, you can relax, I've fucked this thing up."
I rammed upward into Sandy's soft flesh, burying my throbbing rod in her.
"No, no!" Mar yelled. "Wait! Damn it!"
Darrell's hands grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards, out of Sandy's cunt. I whirled. I was able to stop my fist only an inch from his face. Everyone stood in stunned silence.
Darrell turned abruptly and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
CHAPTER SIX
There hardly seemed any point in going back to try to collect my money, if I had any coming. I had dressed as hurriedly as I could and left without a word.
Mar had warned us not to let the man know that we knew her, so she probably would not get into trouble over it. But I would never see her again either, so I couldn't see that it made much difference one way or the other.
I felt like kicking myself several times. I had blown it with Sandy, and with Marlis and in the film business, where I might have made a little money.
I fucked up!
I wandered back toward Powell Street. I had money for a cup of coffee, so I went to the drugstore and pushed my way toward the counter.
As I sat down, I was aware of four people, the waitress, a fat and lumpy-faced old girl, two businessmen in blue suits, discussing the high cost of importing skis, and a woman of about thirty, who sat, munching a lettuce salad, on my right.
I had bumped her slightly as I sat down and apologized. I felt now an awareness in her of my presence. I can't tell you how a hustler knows this, but I seldom made a mistake. If I get vibes from someone, it means something.
I ordered coffee from the lumpy-faced waitress and asked the woman on my right to pass me the sugar, though there was sugar sitting right in front of me on the counter.
She was aware of this, as I expected her to be. I had done it, after all, to start up a conversation with her, a thing I knew she wanted.
Instead of following my opening, however, she slid me the sugar as though she were annoyed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Charlie's warning. Get out, he had said. Go some place.
"Oh," I said. "Here is some right in front of me."
She turned and smiled. She was afraid of me. She turned away for a minute, then, in a rush of courage, turned back and said, "Are you a student?"
"Yeah."
"Where do you go."
"Berkeley."
"Oh, that's good." Suddenly all the animation in her face dropped and after a moment she retreated in a rout of confusion.
"You a student?" I asked her.
This question delighted her primarily because she was too old to be thought a student Which is why I asked her if she was.
She turned back to me and smiled. Her smile was caked with apprehension. "No," she said. "Not for some time."
"But you have your B.A.? "
By her standards this was a fresh question. She looked at me blankly for a moment to let me know I had over stepped my bounds.
"Yes," she said after a delightful moment of playacting.
"In what?" I said, inquisitively, ignoring her announcement that I was being fresh.
"In what?" Her eyes opened wider, they were quite pretty and blue. She had one of those faces, in fact, that was really quite pretty but tended to close in around itself. -When she was old her face would be a series of lines that led ultimately to a small thin hole of a mouth.
She was already out of her depth. She gave in to my questioning.
"Sociology."
"That's a bore," I said flatly. "Do you like it."
"Well . . . " she looked at me like a thirty-year-old rabbit. "I.. . am a social worker."
"Yeah. Do you like it."
"Well?"
"Hasn't anyone ever asked you before if you like your job?"
"Well.. . no...not really?"
"But, I am asking you."
"Why?" She sounded the retreat
"Because I like the way you look and I'm interested in you. Come on, let's get out of here." I took her by the arm and led her off her stool, much to her surprise.
"You working now?" I asked.
"Wen...no...not really...where did you want to go."
I turned and looked down into her eyes and smiled as warmly as I could. "Your place," I said softly.
Her face was suddenly a riot of panic, flushing red and white. She opened her mouth. It was her last chance and she knew it. She opened her mouth again. She could rip her arm out of my hand and I would let her go.
"There's more to life than other people's problems, Miss Social Worker," I said, trying to muster a great show of compassion.
Suddenly she seemed composed once again. "I'll fix you lunch at my place," she said. "What are you studying, anyway."
"Studying?" It was my turn to be thrown off.
"Yes, at Berkeley. I like to talk to students. Being a student was one of the best times of my life. I sometimes ask people to my place just so I can talk to them about things that interest us both."
She was talking out of the bottom of a barrel. From Siberia or Alaska. She had transposed the situation in her mind, blocked what she knew was happening, and in a flash, told herself that she was just taking me home to talk about college.
"Oh," I said gently. That's nice."
We walked the several blocks to her apartment all the while she was telling me in a strained, short-of-breath way about her life at the University of Michigan, and I was telling her stories I'd heard from other people about my supposed life at Berkeley.
By the time she closed the door to her apartment behind us, she was a riot of nerves. She could hardly hang onto the doorknob.
Her apartment was the standard for her sort of life. There were more cookbooks on the shelves than anything else, the pictures were silly and sentimental.
I asked her what her name was, after a while. She had practically jumped and run into the kitchen after she settled me in the living room.
"Janice," she had called out.
"Janice," I called back to her, "that's a nice name." I could hear her scrambling pots and pans in the kitchen. "What are you trying to do out there," I called.
"I'm trying to make some soup," she said.
"If you don't quit it, you're not going to have anything left unbroken."
She stopped the clanging suddenly. I could almost hear her breathing.
"Janice," I called, "you're a virgin, aren't you?"
If anything, her breath stopped, too.
"Janice, are you a virgin?" I called again.
Still I heard not a sound from the kitchen. I crossed quickly to the door that separated us. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, a soup can in one hand and a pan in the other, her face white. Suddenly she caught her breath.
I stepped closer to her so that my body was against hers. I reached down and took the can of soup and the pan from her hand.
"How old are you, Janice," I whispered.
"Twenty-nine," she said.
"Twenty-nine and still a virgin?"
She swallowed and shook her head.
"Why, Janice?" I looked at her frightened eyes.
"Why?"
I looked around the kitchen to see if I could find some alcohol. All she had was a half bottle of wine. I fed it to her in the living room. All the time telling her that it was silly of her to have waited and been afraid, that I would show her how simple it all was.
I murmured in her ear and smiled at her, holding her hand. In all honesty I cannot say that I was that into it myself. In the back of my mind I heard the, by now familiar, warning, "get out now, boy, get out now." Instead, I rubbed my hand up her arm into the crook of her elbow.
Her head hung down, her eyes fastened on the seat of the sofa beside her.
"Janice," I said softly, "you're a good-looking woman, I want you. Do you want me?"
She did not look up.
"Answer me, Janice." I took her chin in my hand and turned her face toward me. "Do you want to take me to bed?"
She stared at me, her blue eyes widening a little, her mouth opening and shutting slightly, but no sound.
I looked into her eyes. "You feel dead inside, don't you?" I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Even your head," I continued, "it's like an arid desert, isn't it? You think nothing is going on inside you right now, don't you." I still held her chin between my fingers.
"You're still young, Janice. I'm going to wake all that inside you. You don't have to do a thing at first. Later I'm going to teach you how to make love to a man. I'll try not to hurt you too much, I'll be easy with you at first. I want you to try to relax and if yon want me to do something, tell me so."
She closed her eyes tightly. She was shutting out a bitter sham. This action made me angry.
"I don't care," I heard my voice becoming hoarse, "if you think its dirty or whatever you think, you're going to get fucked!"
Her eyes opened and the spark of fear came back. I took my hand off her chin and begin unbuttoning her blouse.
"You ever even been in a heavy necking session?" I asked.
She still looked at me, wide eyed. A flash of anger shook me.
"Answer me, god damn it," I shouted. "Listen, you want this more than I do so don't tell yourself I'm raping you. Answer me!"
Her head began to shake. "A...little . . . " she said uncertainly. "A long time ago."
"Why?" I repeated the basic question.
"I don't know," she closed her eyes again and began shaking her head.
"Is there anything wrong with you?"
"No...."
I smiled, deliberately and warmly, to try to encourage her. "I'm going to take off your blouse," I said, "and then I'm going to take off your bra and then you are going to sit here while I feel your breasts and suck on them. Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to put my mouth on your breasts and you will feel things like you've never felt before."
She held her arm out as I slid the silk blouse off and unhitched her bra strap from the back.
Her breasts were small enough not to have sagged In twenty-nine years neglect, but large enough to fill my hands. As I did so, I felt the first tingling of sensation in my groin. Janice's eyes, too, burned into mine, craving compassion. Without taking my hands off her breasts, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers.
"Do I even have to teach you how to kiss?" I could feel the smoldering vapors of sex seeping through my body now. Pulling her face hard against mine, I forced her mouth open with my own and slid my tongue inside. At first she struggled, then collapsed into the embrace, letting my tongue explore the inside of her mouth. At last her own -tongue began to move, to feel, at first carefully, my tongue. The flame leapt up from my cock now, somehow my body knew that this was a virgin it was going to enjoy.
At last I pulled back from her. The question in her eyes when I did so was, "did I do something wrong?"
"I want to feel your breasts as you kiss me," I said. "Take off my shirt."
She looked at me without responding.
"Come on," I said, picking up her hands and putting them to the top button of my shirt.
Fumbling mechanically at first, she picked up expertise as she moved down my belly, struggling with each button. I held out my wrists to her to undo the buttons there.
"Okay," I said, "take it off."
She looked at me again, overcome with uncertainty.
"Look," I said, 'Tin not expecting you to be an expert in anything, but do as I say."
Obediently she put her hands to my shoulder and began pulling at the fabric.
"Here! You have to pull the shirt tail out first."
Her breath was coming hard in fear and agitation. I stood in front of her to make it easier for her.
"Pull it out"
With shaking fingers which refused to touch my flesh, she began to tug my shirt tail out of my pants.
I pulled my shirt off and grabbed her against me, pressing her naked breasts against me, feeling them against my chest. I kissed her this time, not concealing my excitement from her. Her arms slid around my back. I felt her hands, uncertain and cold, hold me.
I probed her mouth with my tongue, stirring her to this until her own tongue crept uncertainly into my mouth. I moaned and panted, showering her face with kisses, then slowly dropped down to keep my promise, I slipped one ripe breast into my mouth and gently sucked.
Her breath caught again and held for what seemed the longest time. Fear fought with desire in her, the struggle inflaming me.
Still sucking on her tit I unbuttoned and unzipped the back of her skirt. Fear won over once again inside her, but my hands were desperate to fill themselves with this untouched cunt, my fingers to prod into the vales of this unslit virgin. I pushed her to her feet hard against me, and yanked her skirt down over her hips.
"Oh, no," she was suddenly sobbing in my arms. "Oh, please don't"
It was too late even to tell her it was too late. I filled my hands with the silky fabric that covered her hips and disposed with it. She cried out again, making me realize I had ripped her panties off.
"Paul!" she was screaming. "Paul! Paul...don't hurt me!"
I was brought to myself again.
"I'm sorry," I panted. "You turn me on."
It was this that sent the first shudder of pure desire shivering through her frame.
"I want you, Janice. I have to have you!"
She quivered in my arms. Her hands began moving on my back, hesitantly experimenting with the feel of me in her arms.
I kicked off my boots without disturbing her newfound pleasure.
"Janice," I said hoarsely, "take off my pants."
Her hands stopped on my back, stopped dead and did not move.
Suddenly, as though I had forgotten, I realized that her body lay entirely open to my exploration.
"Never mind," I said. I pushed her back from me.
Once again she flashed the look of rejection.
"I'm sorry," I grinned. "I didn't mean that." I held her at arm's length and looked down her body. It was trim and athletic, a little thin perhaps, but that only served to emphasize the small-ness, the vulnerability, the pure pleasure I would have penetrating her.
"You look good." I slid my hand down one side over her hip, then the other, savoring the sensation of her silky white skin under my hand.
"Don't look at me like that," she said, her voice quavering.
"Why not?"
"I...I don't know," she stammered, "I.. . . " She threatened to break down in tears again.
I rolled my hand over her hips and held her waist, pulling her to me so that she almost fell, pressing her breasts into my chest once again and planting my lips on hers until her tongue was working with mine. Then slowly I slid my hand down over the soft swell of her belly till my fingertips tangled in the soft, curly down. Her tongue stopped in my mouth, waiting. Slowly my fingers inched deeper into the soft fluff of hair, the flesh beneath my fingers became softer and more giving. I pressed softly, kneading my fingers into the pliant mound, pushing further downward till my middle fingertip felt the division of flesh. Her bodily function had once again stopped in my arms, she took no breath nor murmured any sound. Slowly I sank my finger between the lips of her cunt. I stopped there waiting for her to get used to this sensation. She was dry, fear had not allowed the normal juices to flow out of her.
"Relax," I ordered.
Her breath caught suddenly in a large intake.
"Oh, no," she murmured, but I felt her legs open slightly around my hand. She lay her face down on my chest!
I moved my finger between her cunt lips, slowly at first, trying to stir the moisture that I would need to enter her. I put my finger on her little clitoris, deep between the surrounding hills of flesh. It erected instantly under the pressure of my finger. A great sob escaped her body. I filled my hand between her legs, grasping all of it at once.
My own body was in a tremendous heat. My struggle to retain control was a losing one. I could no longer speak. Without taking my hand off her crotch, I pushed her back and lowered my head, slipping my lips over her nipple and pulling on it with my tongue.
"Oh, no", " she gasped. "Please stop."
The steel was forged between my legs, she knew there was no stopping. I reached down and unbuckled my own belt with one hand, pushing my pants down on my thighs. It was when I began to rid myself of my shorts that she became aware of this last barrier between us being torn down, when she knew that nothing stood between the innocent, sealed lips of her vagina and the hard sword between my legs.
When my cock jumped out naked and wet, prodding her leg, I thought she might faint. I did not stop prodding her breasts with my tongue nor carefully plunging my finger in and out of her gradually wetting cunt lips. I slid my fingers up and down in her canal, carefully feeling the fold of virginal flesh that had never been displaced. Slowly I slid my finger under it and slowly stretched it outward, letting the tip of my finger slide in slightly. I did not want the shock to be too great when the glans itself slid inside her.
She would not lubricate as well as she must to permit me to enter her, so I began pushing her back onto the sofa until her knees backed up against the edge, then I pushed her down. As she sat down her face was at the level of the weapon she was being prepared for. When she saw it standing out toward her, its purple mouth open and dripping, looking, no doubt, much too big, she closed her eyes and turned her head sharply away.
I did not know what had happened, she seemed to go almost into shock. Her head turned against the back of the sofa, her eyes tightly shut as though they had seen something terrible. Then I realized it was the greedy monster sticking out of my loins that she had seen. I could not help but grin at that. How much she would enjoy that greedy monster in a few days time if she were given the chance.
I knelt down in front of her, being careful that the rod of punishment slid down her leg as I did so. I could feel the flesh of her body recoil at my touch. I took her hips in my hand and pulled them forward on the sofa, kneeling between her legs. They parted around my body. I pulled her hips forward to the edge of the sofa.
Slowly I lowered my head between her legs, kissing her belly and putting my tongue out to slide down into the muff of hair. Letting the juices run in my mouth until my tongue was wet, I slid it down between the lips of her cunt.
I opened her legs wide and held them open with my shoulders. Placing the fingers of both hands on the lips of her vagina, I spread them wide, pulled them apart until everything was standing out uncovered. Then I wet my tongue and glided it over the soft private flesh, tasting the clean, virgin, secret sweetness, licking until my tongue was dry then wetting my tongue and licking still more.
I examined the heavy fold of virgin skin, which had covered by three-fourths the soft joyful hole for all those years. I maneuvered my tongue under it, tasting the musk that had begun to well up inside it. My head began to whirl at the thought of slipping up inside this virgin crevice, of feeling the protecting defense give and tear under the heavy onslaught of my own cock, of pushing mercilessly inside, like putting one's finger into an unsplit orange.
Putting one arm under her back and the other under her knees, I softly picked her off the sofa into my arms. I did not know what I wanted to do with her, she lay like a dead thing in my arms. The sensation had been more than she could bear, she was entirely conscious but she had abdicated the responsibility to me.
At last I saw what I wanted, a low coffee table under the window. There were several things on the table, an ash tray, a vase of flowers and a book. I tipped the table up on end with my foot, sending everything crashing to the floor, then I lay my prey down on her back. Next I found two pillows and lifting her ass, put them under it. Then I spread her legs wide open. Her furred split mound lay before me.
I knelt down between her legs once again, noting as I did so that her cunt was at the right level as I stood upright on my knees, my cockhead directly knocking at the unopened door. I pulled my hips forward until the purple head pushed against the helpless flesh for a moment to make sure.
"Perfect," I said out loud.
She was not yet wet enough, though; so once again I knelt my head between her legs and began paying her the homage of my tongue, wetting, gently pushing into every crevice of her and occasionally tasting the sweet mixture that crept up out of the still unbroken deepness of her.
So total was her abdication that I was encouraged to think of her entirely as my creature, my object. It occurred to me that since I wet her with my tongue she could do the same for me. I stood up; then, straddling both the coffee table and the girl's still body, I moved over her until my balls hung down between her breasts. With my hand I made my cock touch her lips. Much to my surprise they obediently fell open. Slowly I pushed myself forward and up, angling my glans at the end of their stalk downward into the seemingly willing mouth. When I had engaged her mouth, an enterprise which took only a small portion of my member, I ordered her to close her mouth.
"Suck," I told her. "Get it wet so I can get it into you."
As she had gradually stirred to my tongue inside her mouth, she gradually woke to the heavy end of my sex, slowly, hesitantly closing her inexperienced lips around my thick cock shaft. I watched closely how they molded themselves around the white, veined stalk.
After a moment, when she went no further in her exploration of the organ in her mouth, I flexed my hips slightly, pumping it in and out a fraction of an inch. She immediately picked up the idea and her tongue began to move inside, exploring first the section where the glans meet and diminish, then sliding her tongue first up one side then the other, exploring then the dragons head itself.
By the time she was through exploring this first male tit of her life, I was moaning quietly, the sensations gently waving up through my body from her wet mouth. Her hand had come into play by the time I pulled out of her, holding the lollipop to her mouth by its stick.
I pulled out of her mouth with a suction that promised disastrous results and dragged the load down her smooth body until once again I knelt between her spread legs. Pushing my pulsing organ toward her, I prepared for the supreme moment.
I separated the heavy, haired lips with one hand and grasped myself with the other. I paused for a moment to enjoy the sight, to speculate as to what it would look like when that hard unbending stake had been driven into the soft wet flesh.
Bending forward so that my thrust was down, but still not missing anything of the proceeding with my eyes, I applied the head of my cock to the center of the channel just above what I could see was the virgin fold. From experience, I knew the entrance must be made from above, slipping the cock in a downward thrust so that it slipped under the virgin protection. When the hymen was bulging with the cockhead locked under it, then the glans was only lodged against the actual opening itself, not yet penetrating.
Slowly I slid the rod down through the channel, savoring the delicious tightness, slipping it by the protecting skin once again, my juice oozed onto the folds of flesh, wetting them.
I leaned farther forward and pushed my cock straight down through the channel, hard against the inside, pressing down slowly with great force. My prick caught against the obstruction, then the tip slipped under slightly! It seemed almost possible that I might make my entrance at once.
My head raced at the delicious rare moment, but suddenly the soft fold slipped away, releasing me.
I tried several times stroking heavily down, catching sometimes, missing altogether other times, becoming more frantic with each thrust. At last I put my finger under the fold and positioned my cock just above it, aimed downward as before. I held the hymen out with my finger and slipped my cockhead downward toward the opening.
The tip slipped under! I pushed harder. At last the head was entirely under the bulging fold of virgin skin, its back hard against the still unpenetrated throat It is necessary at this point to change the direction of the drive from down to in. Slowly, I altered the thrust to bring myself down, . making sure the head stayed caught under the hymen until I could feel the tip slide inside the vagina itself.
Janice moaned heavily all at once. I had forgotten she even existed. It was the moan of pain and pleasure that must come with this first experience, especially after twenty-nine years. I looked up at her. Her mouth was still open as I had left it with my prick.
She looked younger. She looked suddenly like a woman, as though all the tenseness had evaporated from her face and, even in the pain she was feeling, she had the expression of relief.
Slowly, looking at her face as I did so, I began the hard shove that drove the stake inside her. Her mouth expressed the pain she felt her eyes expressed the joy, though they clouded over with tears which spilled over and ran down her cheeks.
I drove myself all the way up the tight channel of virgin flesh and pleasure, concentrating on the almost unbelievable sensations raging through my body as I became engulfed in that tight-fitting sheath of womanhood.
Looking down again I saw the beginning of blood coloring the base of my cock and running into the hair. It was the tightest little sheath anyone had ever encountered. I had not aimed, but leaned in hard and sent everything in one long plunge. She was wet as hell now, with blood and come, but tight as a rubber boot. She clung to me, every inch gripped by a fantastic pulsing cunt.
I could have come again right then, without ever making another pass, but I wanted her to feel the stroking, I wanted her to know what it was like to make love. The blood and slime oozed out around the base of my prick, displaced by the length and girth which now filled her.
Slowly I withdrew myself from her. tight, little hole. Slowly I pulled out against the suction of her filled maw, pulling her inside flesh a little out as I did so. My cock had taken on the pink of her virginal blood, the come juice was all pink. When I was out, I could see the tear in the virgin fold. Sweet Jesus, it sent a shot of heat racing through my still pounding veins.
I pulled her a little further down on the table, letting her butt hang over, and pointed my cock-head in the crease where the buns met the Venus mound. She was slimy with come and sweat and blood, and pushing now, against her slime, my dick slid automatically toward the right hole. I leaned back slightly, grabbing her thighs with my hands and pulling myself forward, I pushed inch by inch into her, into the wet bloody passage that was now so open and easy to enter.
I savored it, closing my eyes and letting the sweet smell of sex fill my nostrils and send my head reeling. The room itself smelled of the musky sticky aroma. I hoped she could smell it.
When at last my groin was planted again against her, I was covered with the juices we had mixed together in the cauldron of her body. My belly was wet and my balls dripped. As for her, her cunt hair lay matted and beaten against her body, streaming and dripping the sweet mixture of blood, sweat and come.
Deep inside her, it was my own world. The soft folds of her molten orifice grew hotter and more active. She had not yet climaxed but had continued to grow hot. It was the stretching which finally set her off, the stretching and the endless length of hard penis which was being shoved into her. She came softly, as though in confusion. I wondered if it might be her first climax. Surely, even twenty-nine-year-old spinsters masturbated. She did not thrash about as most did, but instead wet her lips. The tears ran out of her eyes now, but she did not make a sound. Mostly I was aware of what was happening to her by the riot of sensation that her cunt was sending up my cock. Every fiber of her had come alive and undulated around my prick deep inside her.
I increased my hold on her thighs and started driving into her furiously, thundering down on her until my crotch hurt and my balls hurt with the racking smashing they were taking. I pulled her back to the edge and pulled my dick out, only to drop down on her again and again and again. Still she seemed to deny the orgasm I had driven her to. It was welling up inside her, shaking her body but she did not make a sound or let her face record the detonation which was taking place inside her.
All at once, I do not know how it started, I felt the hot flare of madness overcome me. It hit my brain like a bullet. I jackknifed forward, driving my machine into her with all the strength my body possessed. I felt the sweaty flesh of her breast under my mouth. I took it between my teeth and bit down. I sucked her breast into my mouth and bit down until the sweat and blood filled my mouth with a hot, terrible taste. I felt the sudden convolution of her body and the desperate grab on my prick deep inside her. She screamed out. A terrible painful scream. But it did not stop. The scream sailed off into the corners of the room and up the hallways, filling the big building with its piercing ring. I could hear the building come alive around us, the steps in the hall, the thunder of concerned footsteps from overhead, the sudden ring of the doorbell.
Sweet release! I sprayed the inside of her with sperm, filled her oozing, bloody, torn body with heavy sprays of hot sperm. My cock was a fire hose, swollen with its own wet load, searing the inside of her with hot sparks.
Then, like a drugged man, I pulled myself out of her and staggered to the door. I opened it wide. There were several people in the hall. I heard someone scream, someone else shouted something.
"It's all right," I mumbled. They were running up the halls back to their own doors before I closed the door and, stuffing my bloody cock into my pants, cleared out
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hey," Don called out to me as I passed. He was standing in the shadows of the hotel's service entrance.
"Hi," I yelled back at him. "Where's it at."
"Right here," he said.
I laughed uproariously. I suddenly remembered the bar I had been sitting in and began to try to count the glasses of scotch I had drunk. Somewhere in my hazy mind I realized I was drunk. That, too, seemed funny. I laughed all the more.
"Must be a good night." Don was one of those people who are always willing to join in on your mood, he was grinning from ear to ear.
"I like you, Don," I slurred, leaning against the building. "You look a little funny, but Powell Street wouldn't be the same without you."
He grinned sheepishly at me, then he slobbered deliberately. "Ahhhhhh...." he stuttered.
This was his way of prefacing any communication he had for you, any message, which he often had, for he was our clearing house, our street corner post office box.
"I saw a friend of yours a little earlier," he said evasively.
This, too, was Don's way. He was so used to passing on illegal information, so used to pointing one friend with money to another with dope for sale, or pointing a prospective client out to a hustler who he knew, that he had become evasive by nature. It was kind of a joke that Don would look both ways up the street before he said, "hello."
"I told him that I would let you know," he said.
I knew he knew more and that he was waiting for me to worm it out of him. Probably I didn't even want to see whoever it was that had described himself as a friend. It was probably some hustler or pimp on the street who mentioned me. Don was accustomed to augment the importance of his contacts, sometimes they were nothing.
"He said he wanted to see you real bad," Don said.
"Okay. Okay, you've got me wondering. Who was it?"
Don's face fell with disappointment I had stopped the game too soon. He floundered for a moment trying to think of a way of reviving it could not and said in a flat voice, "He said his name was Charlie."
"Charlie," I looked at him wondering if he had made a mistake. "Charlie?"
"He said he was an old friend." Don pleaded the importance of his information.
I looked at him for a dumb moment as though the truth were to be found some place in his unhealthy face. Suddenly I realized. "Charlie," I yelled.
"Charlie," I repeated incredulously. "You don't mean a tall, funny-looking guy?" I shouted, knowing that he did indeed.
Don beamed, delighted at my excitement and nodded his head. "Yeah, that's the one."
"God damn," I yelled. "God damn."
It did not take me long to find out where Charlie was and find him. He had taken a room in one of the hotels along Powell Street. One of the ones full of prostitutes and street people who the tourist never even saw.
I pounded on his door in drunken happiness. He opened it, knowing who it was and just as drunk.
I do not know how long we shouted at each other in the hall, shaking hands and yelling "how are you, you old son of a bitch" and so forth, until at last we calmed down and I asked him what had brought him out of the woods of Idaho.
"What do you think," he answered, grinning broadly. He lifted his hand and showed it to me as though it were an object of some curious importance. "I am sick and tired of this," he said, looking at it. "I just had to come to town."
"Charlie, you old bastard," I yelled at him, '"I've been a week myself." Suddenly the story of Janice came back to me. My insides shook with laughter, tears came to my eyes. I had been terrified for a week, holed up for seven or eight days because I was scared to death of being arrested for rape and now it seemed screamingly funny. I kept laughing until Charlie joined in, not knowing what was so funny and we howled until our bellies were sore.
When we had finished we sat, exhausted from laughing, looking at each other. A big grin spread across his face again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mass of crumpled money, tossing it into the middle of the floor between us.
"That," he announced, "is going to buy us a couple of women." He lay his head back on the bed behind him. "Which," he cried, "I need desperately."
I laughed again, but the fact was I felt somewhat sobered. I looked at the money. There was a collection of fives and tens, and twenties. There was well over two hundred dollars.
He looked at me suddenly quite seriously. "You know," he said quietly, "I have been had so many times. I mean bought," he said disgustedly. "That I decided I was going to buy me some this time. Baby, am I going to turn the tables. If you know what I mean."
He looked at me, questioningly. He was still drunk but somehow quite serious all of a sudden. "Are you still doing the gig," he asked.
"Not really." I felt very uncomfortable. "I mean, I've got a chick I live with." I lied because I knew he wanted to hear me say I had left the street. The lie cost me though because it brought Mar back to me. Mar and the hideous charade with the virgin, Janice. Suddenly I felt very down.
"Hey, Charlie," I heard myself say, ""I've had kind of a tough time lately." I shook my head to shake off the confusion which had suddenly come over me. "Let's go find some whores and do it, huh? God I need it. Really. A whole god damn week." I pulled myself upright and realized I was no longer drunk. I also realized that I was horny as hell.
A deep grin split Charlie's features. "You know a cat house?" He rolled his eyes up and opened his hands expostulating to heaven. "I have never been to a cat house and I mean to go."
We laughed again.
The place I knew about was on the hill in a tidy little place which looked like an apartment building. I had never been inside but I knew where it was.
"Is this it," Charlie asked as I stepped up to ring the bell.
"This is it," I said. After a short time an old man came to open the door.
"Yes," he said pleasantly, as though we were at the wrong door, "What can I do for you?"
I could not help grinning. "Is Kitty in?" I said.
"Please come in," the old man said and opened the door.
He showed us into a small office off the main entrance. It looked like the reception room to a dentist's office. In the middle of the room was a large desk with a young girl sitting behind it.
"Yes, gentlemen?" she said professionally.
"Wow," Charlie grinned. "This is out of sight."
The girl smiled politely and waited for us to state our business.
"We want to fuck some broads," Charlie announced clearly.
The girl looked at him coldly for a moment.
"I'm sorry," she announced, "this is a private club...."
"Hey, wait," I stopped her. "I'm sorry, it's cool, he's just a little drunk." I smiled at her warmly, trying to reestablish some kind of rapport. "Come on," I finished lamely, "how much?"
She looked at me for a long moment, making a serious decision.
"He's all right," I pleaded.
"Twenty-five dollars each," she said.
Charlie was digging in his pocket.
"Right through that door, gentlemen," she purred sweetly.
An older woman took us over on the other side of the door. "What did you gentlemen have in mind?" she asked.
"Can we look?" I asked, feeling the tingling in my limbs.
"Certainly," she smiled. "I thought perhaps you had a certain girl in mind. This way." She led us up a long hall with closely spaced doors on either side. A man came out of one of those doors as we passed. He looked sheepish and spent as he walked up the hall trying to get out as quickly as possible.
The older woman held aside heavy velvet curtains as we passed through the doorway. The room was large, with no window. It was lit exclusively with low voltage floor lamps, its surfaces were covered with rich fabrics, velvets and velour exclusively. Under each lamp was a young woman.
We stopped dead in our tracks. There must have been ten or more girls in the room. All of them beautiful.
"Wooooooooooooofff." I heard Charlie say. "Oh, boy."
Charlie pealed off toward the left. I headed for the nearest girl to the right. She had on a very sheer negligee and under it, nothing. She looked up at me, smiling, hoping I would choose her. I looked down at her, and grinned, admiring her full, rich body and then passed on to the next.
I ran into Charlie midway around the room and hardly knew it. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw him grab a girl by the arm and leave the room with her.
I selected for myself a small Oriental girl for the simple reason that I had not had one before and I was heady with the chance to choose from among such a welter of beauty.
She led me to a room off the long hall, as I had suspected she would, closing the door behind us. She turned to smile at me.
Through her smile she said, "You want to make love now?" She said it in a matter-of-fact way.
I nodded. She reached down to strip her dress off over her head.
She slowly pulled the dress up her thighs, deliberately teasing. My cock was already beginning to jump. Suddenly she laughed and pulled the dress off over her head, turning her back to me as she did so.
I walked over behind her and put my hands on her breasts, the nipples were erect. She pushed them hard into my hands.
Her wealth of black hair was done up with a single band, loosely on her head. I would take that down as soon as I decided, but for now I kissed the dark neck and moved my hands round and round on her breasts, making the soft yet beautifully firm flesh move and give. I felt her nipples harden under my palms. She really liked it, this one.
"You like me?" I said into her neck.
"Yeah, I like. I like you, no?"
"Yeah, and you're going to like me even more." I turned her around in my arms, catching a glimpse of her erect nipples as I did. They were brown and stood out toward me. Her arms went around my back and she pulled herself to me. I explored her back with my hands, downward I let them slide together and in, on her waist, and out again over her hips.
"Hey."
"You like Koko."
"I like Koko," I said, taking her ripe ass into my hand and pulling her against me so that she would feel my stiff flesh under my pants.
"Why do you not take off your pants, Koko like suck, you like suck?" It was like a glass of water to a man dying of thirst.
"Baby, baby, I like suck. Suck, baby, suck."
Her body slithered down mine and when she was on her knees in front of me she undid my belt with deft fingers and pushed my pants down over my butt. My cock stood out under my shorts, trying to get all the way up but still confined. She nuzzled it under its last covering and, putting her hands under the elastic, began to pull them down. It was not easy with the prick hanging it up but she was having fun. I couldn't help looking down at her face as she slowly slid my shorts down my stiff prick. She studied each inch as she exposed it. She put her tongue on each pulsing vessel and finally, when she was stretching elastic and holding my cock just by the head, she opened her mouth and, getting into position, made my male head pop into her mouth. Her lips quickly exposed it to her tongue. Her face moved, her eyes closed and her mouth undulated on my prick. She loved it. She wasn't doing this for me, she really loved it So did I.
Her hands massaged my ass as her mouth worked on me like I don't ever remember being worked on before, yet she didn't seem to be trying to make me come. She was light, her mouth seemed to roll around on my prick. Like it was real, yet it wasn't real. I wanted to get to her like she was getting to me, but I couldn't move. I stood and swayed back and forth while this beautiful broad with the gorgeous tits and black hair just rolled and slid on my prick with her wonderful, soft mouth. It was like standing in the middle of that small room, I was just one great big cock and this wonderful thing was happening to me.
Suddenly I felt myself being pulled out of her mouth. I was in a fog. I felt my cock, which seemed to have taken over, slide down her body, leaving a wet trail of her saliva and my lubrication down -the front of her. I realized then that my knees had given out and it was I and not her who had ended the delicious sucking.
My cock knew what it wanted, it wanted to finish in its own known home, deep in the well of feminine flesh. I could feel it search to find first the hair of the mound that guards those delicious lips and this was found.
I don't know what this girl did as I surrendered control of myself to my occasional master, but I think she surrendered as well. For that seminal mound came up to meet my searcher; here he skipped, and then again went down to where he knew the flesh would give way and admission, up the dark passage would be secured. He was strong and hard as he found his own way. Then suddenly, through the dark hairs that entangled him with each move, he felt the flesh give way. He had found the very top corner of those lips that were made to part for him, he pushed, slightly, so as not to be diverted. He pushed downward because that was the path of the weakness of that flesh, that was the line of clear assault and he knew his way. Silently the victor buried his head in the juicy flesh and gladly did his victim push the flesh over him, covering the head. All is wet down there, swallowing in wholehearted delight the long shaft which followed the exploring head as it cut deeper and deeper into the miracles of the resisting yet accepting, the tight yet marvelously pliant, female flesh.
Koko gasped as I hit the top of her and for a moment recalled me to my upper head. I put my mouth on hers and, because I could not stop, my cock drove still further into her flesh, still deeper in what seemed virgin territory and her legs parted still more and she thrust herself wholly down, securing for my master what he could not do without. To be fully sheathed, to have his full length feel at one moment the luxury of female flesh and to have his base firmly planted, at once kissing, securing and sealing his union and his entrance.
Koko strained in my arms, and pushed toward me with all her strength. My master member had met a good match.
My cock had found in this beautiful whore yet a virgin crevice and had filled it. Had lodged itself, filling this woman as fully as she was capable of being filled; and in this virgin crevice, as if he had expected its existence and sought only to find it, he opened his tiny mouth and calling upon the resources of his entire length, gushed and filled it with the white cloud of semen that was his intended gift.
My body shuddered and convulsed and she drove still harder onto me as she felt the sperm pour into her. I was trying to hold off for her to come because of what she had been doing for me with her mouth, but I vowed then and there to give as good as I got
Gradually my body returned to normal, though I hadn't the strength to withdraw my machine even if I had wanted to, it still lay hard and full inside her. She still pushed down upon it lightly experiencing the delicious new pain that I had found high up inside her.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Please, you no hurt. I love it."
"Why did you cry out then," I asked her. "Oh, I never had such a big one, so deep, I love h."
She was quiet for a moment then she said, "What should I call you."
"Paul."
"Paul," she said, giving it a strange pronunciation.
If she hadn't done such a good job on me, I'd have come back on right then. She deserved it, but I felt my peter lose its firmness so I pulled it out. She took it into her hand and began to clean it with her tongue. Every inch of it was cleaned and my balls; nothing was left on me of our combined lust juices.
Just like a good whore, I thought. Just like a god damn good whore. Then I put the thought out of my mind and concentrated on what was being done for me.
By the time she was through I had a hard-on again, hot and heavy. I pulled her to her feet.
I'm going to give it to you again," I told her flatly.
"Only once to a customer," she said, her eyes widening. "Shut up."
There was a wide sideboard table at the foot of the bed. I pushed her toward that. She did not resist Somehow she was willing to break the house rules.
"Tell them I was hard to bring off," I told her, pushing her slowly back over the table.
I lifted her legs in my hands and spread them wide and began cramming my cock into her.
She lay there on the table just at the right height so I could stand up straight and aim directly at her juicy cunt. She was still wet because of the big load I'd already left there and my stiff prick slid in about two thirds of the way without too much trouble. I looked down at the progress I had made. She had lifted her legs up so her knees were by her breasts, trying to give me a good open avenue.
The lips of her honey pot were extended and stretched around my rod. I knew that from here I would have to push and that I would go in even deeper than I had before because of the way she was lying. I looked up at her face, she was ready, her mouth was open and her breath was coming fast. Her eyes were shut.
Using my fingers I pulled the lips of her cunt open a little further. I could see my cock disappearing into the deep, pinkish membranes and tissues of her female passage. Holding her thus, I began to push deeper into her body. I saw the stiff prick slowly cut down into the pinkish flesh, she moved her legs even further open and I pushed still harder. She moaned and her head was shaking back and forth. I pushed into the delicious flesh and pulled the lips even further back with my fingers. As I was sinking in, I saw there were tears in her eyes.
I pushed, she cried out. I stabbed in the last inch; grabbing her hip, I pulled her to me and rammed with all my strength. She writhed on the table, turned first on one shoulder and then the other, moaning. I kept her there for a long time rammed full of my cock. Fuller than she had ever before been.
Without moving my hands off her hips but holding her so to keep her from moving, I slowly withdrew. I watched the shaft slide out, the pink flesh giving way and turning outward. I pulled back until only the head remained lodged between the pink folds. The foreskin peeled back. I stopped, poised for a moment. I wanted her to know what was about to happen. Her body suddenly stopped moving, she lifted her legs and extended them as far as she could.
I held her hips in my hands tightly and fell down into her with all my strength, all the way in one delicious forceful stroke. I pulled out just as rapidly and rammed again, down over her now. I lifted my hips and rammed, down, down. She was moving hysterically. I slammed my cock in and out of her as she groaned and pitched on the table. I slammed even harder now, my balls were beginning to hurt from being slammed against her buttocks. Harder and harder I went on until her body suddenly arched and I heard from somewhere far off a startling groan. I stood again and, stabbing again and again, my own crises came. I felt my own body arch backward. I held onto her hips and exploded into her.
She moved slowly and moaned on the table. Still engorged, I stood between her legs, recovering my senses. She looked at me, her eyes had that dark, peaceful luster of a woman whose body had spent itself and all is serene. Her hand crept down to where we were still joined. Her fingers felt softly of the extended lips of her own vagina and the heavy male flesh that she had just enjoyed to the fullest possible extent. She felt my balls and tugged gently at their skin bag, slowly, loosing it so that her fingers could play with what it contained.
Her golden body lay on the table in front of me. I could see the length of her, from her rich black hair, escaping now from the single band which had held it in place, to the short dark curls that were so rudely parted by my own white flesh.
I considered the difference in our color for a moment, as we were joined there. Her pale yet golden skin and black curls and then the pink curl of her inside flesh that kissed and surrounded my own by comparison, very white rod of flesh which stuck into her like a knife; so fully did it fill her that it seemed to have made a new aperture in her flesh. A new hole where none had been before.
I wanted to stand there as I was, looking down at this lovely golden creature, with this huge flesh sticking into her, with her full breasts looking ripe and needing my mouth upon them, with her trim waist and her widely spread legs, now resting by the heels on the edge of the table.
I moved a little gently in and out of her so that we might both remember for a little what had happened. She lay silently. There was no pain now, she was opened to her fullest extent. I moved slowly again a few inches in, a few inches out There was no urgency now.
I pulled her up so she could see the beautiful thing that was happening between us. We both watched as I pulled further out now and sank slowly back in. Her eyes were dark and fascinated watching the white flesh slide in and out of her bronzed flesh. Soon I began to feel the climax building, she too knew what was happening. Quickly she slid her fingers round the base of my cock and squeezed shut the tube of my emission. She pushed me back from the table and jumped down.
Turning me around, she pushed me back over the table into the very position which she had been in, my back on the table, my hips on its edge. Then without letting go her hold, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and slowly, finger by finger, removed the clamp which held my scalding sperm deep inside me and let it flow into her mouth. Her tongue worked gently as she sucked me dry, nor did she stop then, but continued to suck and lick.
I lay on my back on the table, my legs hanging over the edge. The room was growing cooler and outside was a million miles away. I watched as she lovingly worked on my cock and balls with her tongue. She seemed not to get enough, slowly the stiffness left and it only increased her interest, she took the soft flesh into her mouth and sucked as a nursing calf.
Dimly, from somewhere far away from my bliss, I heard a rapping on the door.
Time's up, buddy. Overtime, time and a half."
Instantly my beautiful dream became professional. "You want to pay more?"
Sadly, I shook my head, not quite able to cope with the reality of the situation after all. I pulled my clothes on and turned my back on my purchased ecstasy and went to find Charlie.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What in the hell have you been doing?"
Charlie was sitting, reading a magazine in the office entrance.
I just grinned at him. "Been waiting long?"
"Half an hour," he said, looking at his watch. "I mean how much can you get for twenty-five dollars?"
"You boys enjoy yourself?" the girl at the desk said.
"Yes, yes and yes," I said.
"Come back," she smiled.
"Any time Charlie wants to pay." I shook Charlie gently by the shoulder to rub it in.
A moment later we were in the street.
"Well, what the hell were you into in there?" Charlie asked me. "You saw the broad I chose. You know what happened?" He looked at. me cheerily. "You know me, I'm panting even before we get to the room. She slams the door shut, wipes the bedspread off the bed. Wipes her dress off and stretches out on her back." Charlie shrugged, much as he must have done then. "I didn't know what to do, you know, I just stood there for a minute. So this broad opens her eyes and looks up at me and says, 'you want a blow job?' Just like that. Christ man, twenty-five dollars! So I climbed on her and shot off and left without saying anything to her."
I couldn't suppress a laugh.
"It's not funny. I put out twenty-five dollars for that."
"How about a drink, Charlie?" I said, still laughing. "On me."
"On you."
He laughed too. "How can I refuse?"
We went back to the bar where I had been drinking, running up a tab, before I met Charlie, and ordered drinks.
"Charlie, I hate to tell you," I said, tinkling the ice in my glass, "but, my girl was terrific. I took the little oriental chick, you saw her."
"Yeah, I thought about her," Charlie exclaimed. "But I decided I'd stick to something I understood for this one . . . "
"Well, Charlie, you just got to know how to pick them. You know, Charlie," I said, "I got a tab in this place, so I'm going to buy you a drink." I waved the barmaid over and ordered another round.
We drank that and then another before I began to think of doing what I had thought of doing almost the moment I laid eyes on Charlie in his room.
"I know a girl," I said slowly, "who I would like you to meet."
Charlie looked up at me with interest "Can I fuck her?"
"If you're cool, I think."
"Tonight?"
I pretended to rub my nose in order to keep him from seeing the smile on my face. "Maybe," I said. "Call her!"
I watched the excitement grow in his eyes a moment before I said anything. "Uh...no. I think we'd better just drop by."
"She might have somebody else there," Charlie objected.
"Well, I don't think so, Charlie."
"Hey, wait a minute," Charlie said suspiciously. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing. No nothing. I'll hang it in her, too, if she'll have us both."
Charlie looked at me, still suspicious.
"Look, why don't we just go over and see how she feels."
The downstairs door buzzed open and Charlie and I started up the hall.
"Hey, don't be surprised if she seems kind of strange." I faltered. "About...I mean about seeing me again."
"What is this?" Charlie said.
"Right here," I announced. "You knock."
Charlie's hand was poised over the door but he did not know. I knocked for him. After a moment the door opened.
"Janice," I said, "this is Charlie." Janice did not see that the reason she could not close the door was because my foot was in it.
Suddenly she gave a great sob and fled into the room.
I shoved the door open with my obstructing foot. "Come in, Charlie, Janice'll get us some tea or something."
I closed and locked the door behind Charlie and pushed him toward a chair across the room from where Janice lay, bawling, her face buried in a pillow.
"Janice," I called to her, "could we have some tea?"
She pulled her tear-stained face out of the pillow and glared at me.
"Tea," I repeated, as though I thought she had not heard.
She looked at me for several seconds, then, making a visible effort to pull herself back together she sat upright on the sofa.
"I thought you'd like to meet Charlie," I said, cheerfully, "and we've been drinking a lot and we'd kind of like some tea."
She stared at Charlie, whose face was a mask of confusion and sympathy. She blinked her eyes and looked away from him, down at the floor, then regaining her courage, pulled her eyes back up to meet his again.
"I don't want to...put you out," Charlie stammered.
"It's all right," she mumbled and threw herself into a standing position. A moment later she brought us a small Chinese tea pot and three cups. When she handed me my cup she looked into my face and tears began to roll down her cheeks again.
"Paul...." she said, but could not continue.
I'm sorry about the other day," I said softly. "Really. It must have been embarrassing."
The sob that had been caught in her throat came suddenly out.
"Paul" she sobbed. "I've been evicted."
I put my tea cup down and got quickly to my feet, and pulled her to me.
"Here, now. It's all right," I held her face against my chest "It's okay, baby. Well make you feel better." I motioned to Charlie behind her back. He moved toward us.
"She feels bad, Charlie, help me comfort her."
I could see the confusion on his face. I nodded to him that it was all right. Charlie put his hand in her hair and murmured something.
"Come on," I murmured in her ear. "You have a bed?"
She nodded quietly in my arms and I began leading her toward the only door in the room which I did not know already. Backing her through it I saw that it was a small room, with space enough for only one small single bed. Poor old Janice was apparently used to sleeping alone. I kissed her heavily on the lips and began unbuttoning her blouse at the same time. Charlie, I knew, was watching from the doorway. Janice was murmuring softly in my arms.
"Don't you want to?" I asked her, tipping her face up toward mine.
She could not say no. She looked at me with frightened eyes.
"I won't bite you," I said jokingly. "Promise."
"If anyone saw you come here, they will call the police," she said, suddenly fearful. "Nobody saw us."
Her eyes filled with tears again. I heard Charlie moving away from the door.
"Charlie," I called. After a moment he reappeared in the door. I looked up at him. Anger fought with confusion and lust in his face. I grinned. "It's all right, Charlie," I told him. "Come on and take your clothes off."
Charlie looked at Janice's wide, frightened eyes.
"It's all right, isn't it?" I asked her, putting my face between them and looking into her eyes, "Charlie's an old friend of mine."
She closed her eyes slowly, painfully.
"It's all right, Charlie, take your clothes off." I began slipping Janice's clothes off as quickly as I could until she was naked. I kissed her on the mouth and pushed her back on the bed. I turned around, Charlie was struggling out of his shorts, his pants were already down to his ankles and his cock was sticking out.
"Come on," I motioned to him. He struggled one foot out of his clothing and dragged the other leg with him.
I moved away from Janice, holding one of her knees with my hand. Charlie grabbed the other and lay in between her legs.
I moved away from them now. There was only one other piece of furniture in the room, it was a large bureau with a mirror on the back of it. It pleased me to sit upon it. I brushed the bottles back with my hand and climbed up to sit, Indian fashion, on its top. I divided my attention between Charlie's humping and Janice's face, which stared toward me, peeking out over Charlie's shoulder. Her legs gradually crept up and wrapped around his back.
I looked at all the bottles on the top of the dresser, some of them reflected the reflection in the mirror of Charlie and Janice. All I could see of poor Janice was her legs, one arm and her face peeking out over Charlie's shoulder.
From the look of Charlie's action, he was really giving her a working over. Good. She needed it.
I must be modest because when Charlie began to come, snorting and groaning and so forth, I picked up a bottle of perfume and read the label out loud to them.
"New form of fragrance, silkens as it scents. Stroke it here, there, everywhere. It's pure luxury...and the luxury lingers on.. . . " I looked at them when I had finished. Janice's tongue was out and she was groaning as though she were in terrible pain. She looked, in fact, as if someone had knocked the wind out of her.
I read it again. "New form of fragrance, silkens as it scents. Stroke it here, there, everywhere. It's pure luxury...and the luxury lingers on. . . . " I looked back at them.
Charlie was lying still. Janice's eyes and mouth were closed, still as though in pain and her legs were not wrapped around him, but lay out straight on the bed, denying that they had ever been wrapped around him.
I climbed down off the dresser and walked into the living room. My tea was cold but the pot was warm. I poured my cup into the one Charlie had been drinking from and poured myself a warm cup. I had taken one of Janice's cigarettes off the coffee table and half smoked it before Charlie staggered into the doorway, still naked. There was a strange look on his face.
"The tea is still pretty warm," I told him, "and here is a cigarette."
He sat down heavily in the corner of the sofa and put his arm on the rest, his thumbnail between his front teeth and looked at me. After a while he said, very lowly and softly, "She's waiting for you."
"Why?"
He moved his thumbnail up and down between his teeth and did not blink, he just looked at me.
"Go on," he ordered me quietly with a simple toss of the head.
A sigh of breath expelled itself from my lungs and I got up, stubbing my cigarette out I did not want it, but I took my clothes off and made love to her as gently as I could, whispering to her and kissing her softly. She came twice, twisting in my arms, shouting my name and cursing me and crying. I pulled out of her at last, without having come and kissed her good-bye.
I went back out into the living room where Charlie still sat as I had left him, still and solemn. We were both silent as we stuffed our spent and shriveled penises back in our pants.
"I needed that" he said. He bent over to pull on his boot and mumbled again, this time to himself, "I really needed that."
We left Janice's in silence and turned toward Joe's Grill without saying a word.
We waited silently for the spaghetti we had ordered to be served, neither one of us looking at the other. Perhaps we were thinking about what had just happened, or perhaps we were not thinking at all but just basking in the afterglow of having been thoroughly sexually exhausted.
"Fm going back," Charlie said quietly to no one in particular. He stared into the bottom of his coffee cup. Slowly a frown began to gather on his face. "I've been thinking," he talked into his cup, not to me, really, as though he were permitting me to overhear his thoughts. "I can't hack this again."
"What," I said, to remind him that I was there.
"What happened up there," he said flatly, challenging me to defend it.
"We fucked a broad, what of it," I said, rather more loudly than I intended.
"Yeah. We fucked a broad. Swinging from the god damn fucking chandeliers we fucked us a broad." He looked up at me for the first time in anger and disgust. "Tell me something, god damn it, just tell me one thing. Are you in love with that girl?"
A fist tightened in my chest, threatening to cut off my words. "What?"
"Are you in love with Janice?"
The tightening in my chest suddenly exploded in anger. "What the hell difference does it make to you?"
"Because, god damn, you're my friend and I want to tell you something, boy, if you feel anything for that girl or any other, or anybody for that matter, even yourself, for Christ sake you'd better give this shit up."
"Hey, wait a fucking minute," I shouted at him, unaware of the heads which had turned in our direction. "It was your idea." I stared at him, overcome with the feeling of injustice. It had been for him, after all.
"I know, I know," he motioned me back to my seat with his hand. "I'm sorry." He got out his cigarettes and made me take one. He smiled at me to get me to see that he was no longer angry.
He lit our cigarettes and then took slow drags off his, all the time his mind was whirling, I could see. I waited, poised for the attack I knew was coming.
"Can I just lay it on you flat? I mean just tell you what Fm feeling," he looked at me for a long, searching moment, waiting for me to agree. At last he said, with a shrug, "Well, I'm going to anyway."
"I thought you were going to take me to a whore," he began slowly. "When we got up there I realized you had taken me to...a girl. Your girl." He looked at me, waiting for the significance of this to sink in. I stared back at him. "Paul," he said, "how do you think I felt. I was fucking her for all I was worth." He leaned toward me to keep everyone from hearing, "because I hadn't fucked anything for the past six months, and what do you think she was saying in my ear?" He stared at me, hatred building in his eyes. "She kept saying, "Paul, Paul.' That's right, 'Paul,' that's all she could say. And she was crying." He spat it out incredulously. "And I looked up and what were you doing? You were sitting on the damn dresser playing with yourself and grinning at us."
I knew he was staring at me, I could not keep my hands from covering my face. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could but I could not shut out the sight of them. Charlie, my friend, fucking Janice. The moment when he looked up at me. Christ.
"You knew it, didn't you?" Charlie said, accusingly.
That she was saying my name...no. That she was crying...no. That she loved me. Yes. I shook my head silently.
"That's what I thought," Charlie said quietly.
The spaghetti came and we ate quietly for a time, winding it around our forks and pushing it into our mouths without looking at each other. He was angry and didn't want to say too much.
"What happened, Paul," he said, at last. "You used to be such a great guy. I mean...I mean, maybe you still are, I don't know, but, man, you seem different to me. I mean, I can remember you trying to save chicks from me. I used to tease you because you were the squarest I kids. When you said you knew a chick that would take me on, I thought, well, old Paul's gotten on the stick, but when we got there I began picking up the vibes, man, and you were up to something else. You know what I mean?"
I twirled my fork in my spaghetti and tossed down the rest of my beer. My hands were shaking.
"Okay, okay, okay.. . I know what you mean."
"What was it, Paul?"
My head was shaking back and forth. "I don't know. I don't know...I wanted to hurt her, don't ask me why?" I stuffed a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth and swallowed it whole. "Maybe she hurt me, I don't know." I was fighting back tears, incredibly. "Man, I can't tell you...I just don't know."
He slumped down in his chair, suddenly drained, or relieved, and looked at me, but this time it was compassion in his eyes.
"Paul," he said, quietly. "What's happening to you?"
I shook my head. How could I know what was happening, I only knew that something was different, somehow I had become a different person.
Charlie began eating again, "I guess you've become a real swinger," he took a new approach now.
"Yeah," I mumbled, I still could not bear to look up at him, now that he had divined my secret. "A real swinger."
"A new girl every night, I guess."
I did not bother to admit that it was true.
"You like it?" He grinned and winked. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty great at that." Suddenly he dropped his fork and threw up his hand. "I'm sorry, Paul." He shook his head and grinned sheepishly. "Now that "I've said it, it seems not so important." He looked at me, asking me to forgive him. "I mean, after all the broad was willing. Hell, she was dying to take us on, I thought so too, at first."
"Charlie," I interrupted him. "Charlie, you were right before."
A frown flashed across his face. "Paul," he said deliberately, choosing his words, "I'm not sure what I was saying." He stopped talking for a moment and looked into his plate. "It was the look on your face," he looked at me, pleading for understanding, now. "You looked crazy. Like you were in some kind of pain." He searched for understanding. "Yet, you were grinning like an idiot."
"I was grinning because I didn't want to cry." I heard the words come out, each one a fresh shock to me. "I hate!" I did not know what I was saying. "I hate now, I never have before.
"I hated her and it hurt me, what I was letting you do to her." I was helpless. "Do you understand." It had been years since I had been able to cry, yet now I was fighting back tears. "Charlie, I'm afraid."
Charlie was good on his word. He was going home. We skipped the cable car and walked back downtown to the greyhound station. Charlie was subdued now, sorry, perhaps, that he had said anything. At last he broke the silence.
"What did you mean, you were afraid."
I let the sentence rest on my brain for nearly half a block. At last I gave up. "I don't know, Charlie. I just don't know. It's true, I am afraid . . . " Suddenly I stopped. Then I said, "Have you ever wondered if you were maybe . . . " I looked for the right word. "Have you ever wondered if you really were in control of yourself?"
He looked me in the face, trying to see if I was altogether serious. "I suppose nobody is altogether in control of themselves."
"Maybe." Suddenly it did not seem relevant Perhaps I was dramatizing myself.
As though he had picked up my thought he said, "I guess you must mean something by it. It's not like you to dramatize."
"Maybe I am, though." We stopped at a light and watched a rush of cars go by a cable car, passing and honking. It was a wonder someone wasn't killed.
"Once in a while I will walk through a door or turn a page of a book and suddenly I will seem to be someone else."
He turned and watched my face as I continued.
"It's suddenly as if I begin doing something I hadn't even thought of before. Little things even, like I'll start cooking dinner for myself and the next thing I know I'll be taking a bath or sitting in a movie. Then I panic, you know, and when I go back sometimes I discover that maybe I finished cooking and even ate the dinner I cooked or sometimes I discover that I just left it sitting there on the stove."
Charlie's face was full of concern. "Is that what happened this afternoon?"
"No, no, I don't think so...Charlie. I didn't know really what was going on. I still don't I mean, don't think I took you to some kind of innocent. I mean she is strange but she isn't as innocent as she looks."
"But you knew she had fallen in love with you?"
"Oh, I'm not sure, Charlie. She is a strange one, I don't even really know her that well."
"Baby, you can take it from me, she's in love with you."
We walked in silence for several blocks.
"Why did you break down in the restaurant," Charlie asked.
I'm sorry."
"No, you don't have to be sorry."
"Don't know, really. I think I blanked out up there, maybe, or maybe no, I can't tell for sure. Sometimes it is like that I can't really tell for sure. I was angry at you. I can't tell what happened. I just don't know."
"I suppose this is a corny thing to say, but have you thought about getting professional help."
"No." It was just that simple. I had not.
"Think about it if ifs giving you all this trouble."
"I.. . I don't think I believe in it."
"To tell you the truth," Charlie said, "I don't think anything is really wrong with you. If you told me the truth yesterday, you're living off the streets, going home with chicks for a place to sleep and something to eat. If anyone had ever told me that you would end up as a street hustler, I would have laughed in their face. And you'd better be careful too. I've known guys who have started out hustling women and ended up trusting men just because there was more money in it. And you know what happens to an old hustler? Well, they end up just about the same way an old whore does.
"You know I know what I'm talking about," he continued. "I hustled all the way through school." He looked up and down the street. "I fucked everything that walked on this street before I was through and, man, it ain't good. Get out of it, now."
"That's why you went to Idaho, isn't it."
"Yeah," he said simply, "I was too far into it. I knew if there was something to fuck I would fuck it. So I got out." He shrugged, "It's like dope in a way. First it's all for fun, then it gets to be business. First ifs pretty chicks, then it's anything that will give out for it Ifs a sick thing and all I can say is get out...hell, come to Idaho, go someplace, do something."
I saw him off on his bus and made my way back I'll up Powell Street. I wanted to go home, to lay down in peace and quiet and think about what we had said. But I had no home. Powell Street was my home. Powell Street, the restaurants on Montgomery, anyplace there were lots of women, that was home for me.
I thought about putting out a couple of dollars and getting a room of my own for a night, but somehow I could not do that. Instead I made my way toward Woolworth's fountain.
CHAPTER NINE
It was a gray sloggy morning when I left the fountain. Don was early on his corner.
"Hey," he said slyly, looking around. The Doorman at the Davenport is looking for studs." He grinned.
"What for?"
"I'm not sure," he said. "John told me last night, some kind of escort service."
"Women."
"I think so," he said.
"Might as well," I said. Thanks." The Davenport was not far from Don's corner.
The escort service was located in a small hotel just off Powell. The clerk led me upstairs.
"Angus Escorts" said the plaque on the door. I hesitated for a moment and then knocked because I had no choice but to do so.
The door opened into a small room, once a bedroom, now filled with a large desk. A big, heavy-faced woman sat behind the desk looking up at me. I dosed the door quietly behind me, and tried to smile.
She said nothing, but sat looking at me.
"I hear you need men," I said, somehow more softly than I intended.
"We don't have an ad." She was suspicious.
"Doorman up at the Davenport told me about you," I said, truthfully.
"What's his name?" she asked. Her voice was surprisingly resonant and cultivated.
"I don't know. We call him Willy."
"He has sent us boys before," she admitted. She looked down for a moment at the top of her desk. "What did Willy tell you about us?"
"Not much. Said I should see you."
"You have better clothes than that?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've got a suit that is in pretty good shape."
"We're an escort service," she said slowly. "That means we provide escorts for ladies." She looked at me quite seriously. "To the theater, out to dinner and so forth."
"I understand."
She continued anyway. "We can always use good-looking, cultivated young men." Her gaze froze on me. "And," she continued, "they've got to be straight" She smiled at me. "All right!"
"I think we understand each other," I answered her smile.
Her manner warmed considerably. "We never know when we get an order just what the lady has in mind, but we like our boys to be able to handle whatever comes up. If that's all right then we can do business." She put her hand out to me without getting up.
"All you have to do is be agreeable. Take them where they want to go, they will give you the money to pay with, and then escort them back to their hotel, or whatever. What happens then is not really any of my concern; you can work that out yourself." She looked closely at me. "However," she said, "it is in the nature of our service that if the lady asks you up to her room, you go."
I smiled.
"Okay," she said. "You know what we're talking about."
"We have another service," she said. "It's what we call our regulars. We know them and every once in a while they call up for a man. They're widows and so forth. The only difference as far as the fellow is concerned is that the payment for the entire service is made directly to us and we pay you for your part. On the other the customer pays only for the escort directly; the rest, as I said, you pick up at the time, directly from the customer. There is a difficulty here. We pay you half of what comes directly to us." She stopped speaking and looked at me directly, "and we expect half of what you get." She let me consider this for a moment. "If you play square with us, we'd play square with you. If you don't," she frowned as though whatever she was going to say was too horrible to put into words, "if you don't play square with us...well...we have ways of finding out about it." She smiled warmly again. "But we're not going to have that kind of trouble," she said.
"I understand."
"The better you are at your job," she announced, getting up from behind the desk, "the more money we all make."
She walked around the desk toward me. "Look at me," she said.
She was a large woman, perhaps a hundred and fifty pounds overweight. Her face was broad and heavy featured. Only her eyes showed the shrewdness that matched the intelligence she obviously possessed. She turned around in front of me slowly.
"Not too pretty, huh!" she said with a curious satisfaction. "Well, it's a lot prettier than some of the ladies you're going to run into." She sat down in a chair near mine. "The girls in this business have an advantage. They can just lie there and close their eyes if they have to." She watched me seriously. "Unfortunately, you won't be able to do that." She drew in a deep breath. "That's why we have to get into the really difficult part of this interview." She held her eyes quietly on mine for a few moments. "Do you follow me so far?" she said in an undertone.
"Yes. I believe I do." I felt a knot building in my stomach.
"And?"
"I'm a little nervous," I said.
"You're bound to be," she said kindly. "Can you go through with it?"
I breathed deeply to try and calm my stomach.
"What do you usually do for a living?" she asked, deliberately changing the subject.
"Well . . . " I tried to think of something reasonable to tell her. "I...uh...usually don't work. I...uh...kind of pick up girls, and...you.. . know."
"I see," she murmured. "There's no chase in that, is there?"
"No," I said. "A bed, breakfast. Sometimes a few days."
"You've never worked professionally, then."
"No."
"Do all the girls you pick up turn you on?" she asked.
"No!" I admitted. "Sometimes it's just too cold to sleep in the park."
She laughed. "You're at that point, then."
She got up and walked back to the desk. She picked up the phone and waited for a second. "Danny," she said into the phone. "Give me half an hour," then she laughed into the phone and hung up the receiver. "Catch the lock on the door there, will you?"
I jumped up and did as she said.
"Okay," she said with a simple finality. "If you'll just step in here." She crossed the room again in her competent way and held an inside door open for me. She closed the door as she stepped into the room.
"Now no two women are going to be the same, you understand," she began. "You'll run into some who will virtually rape you, and others who won't go through with it at all." She made a balancing motion with her hand. "Women aren't quite as steady as men."
"You've got to be very careful. If you get one we don't know, who seems very strange or upset, don't go to her room with her. I think you'll be able to tell.
"Well," she said, sitting down in the one big chair in the room. "I can't do anything for you...either you can make it or you can't." She relaxed back in the chair and looked at me. This is a specialized talent," she said. "If you can't, don't worry about it, you can always get a job loading trucks or doing dishes."
I realized with a start that I was on my own. I sat down on the only other piece of furniture in the room, a large double bed, and looked at her. "Out of sight," I said, foolishly.
She laughed, grinned encouragingly at me, but said nothing.
"Well," I said after a moment. I wanted to ask her if I was expected to undress her, or myself, or what. "I guess it won't usually be this . . . " I could not think of a word to describe my present situation. "Businesslike," I said lamely.
"It might be," she said brusquely.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and began untying my shoes. By the time I had kicked them off I felt a little calmer. I looked over at the big woman. She was quite obviously enjoying herself; she sat comfortably in her chair watching me.
Quickly I took off my shirt and undershirt, then unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants. I stood facing her in my shorts, wishing hopelessly that she would say something. Her expression did not change. I turned my back on her and began to take off my shorts, then, heaving a sigh, I turned back to her and slipped them down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them.
It'd been a long time since I blushed, but I knew I was blushing now; I dared not look down at my body because I could feel the red glow and feel the heat of blood rushing into my skin.
A broad, happy smile spread over her face, replacing the businesslike stare she had adopted.
"Very nice," she said slowly. "Very nice." She reached out toward my hips; I stepped toward her and felt her hand close down over my cock.
Startled, I looked down at her hand. Incredibly, it closed down over an entirely erect penis. How had I erected so quickly? What had happened?
"Very good," she said again. "Hard as hell," she admitted. She looked up at my face, still red with the heat of my nervousness. "You're okay," she said. "You don't have to go through with it," she said. "I just had to see if you could get it up." She got up from her chair and put her hand out to shake again. "You've got yourself a job," she said. "Get dressed and come on out."
Alone, I sat back on the bed for a moment waiting for the warm flush to leave me. As I did, I observed my prick deflating. Somehow the rush of blood caused by my embarrassment had erected me. "She'll never know," I told myself. "If I don't tell her."
She set me up for that same night. I had to show up at the office before I went, though, to have my appearance checked out.
She looked at me approvingly, clucking like a mother, adjusting my collar and smoothing my hair back.
"You look good," she said. "I expect a satisfied customer with you. You should have heard the buildup I gave you over the phone." She turned me around in front of her, examining me carefully. "I don't know this woman," she said, "but she sent her chauffeur over with the money." She stepped back, admiring me as though I were solely her creation. "She said she was forty-two, so I imagine you'd better get ready for at least fifty. She's rich and sounded like she knew what she wanted on the phone, so you'd better be ready for a performance. Hey and a . . . " She put her hand over her chin thoughtfully. "This is only a guess...but I won't go too easy on it. Play it by ear, but I got the feeling she wouldn't take too well to small talk." She smiled at me as though I would know what she menat.
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. She handed me the address and virtually pushed me out. She was terribly nervous, I realized, and her nervousness was for me.
The address was on the top floor of one of the big hotels; I guessed, and was correct, that it was a suite. The chauffeur that had come to the office earlier came to the door.
"Angus?" he said.
"Yes."
"Sit over there. It will be a few minutes. Would you like a drink?"
I took a scotch and sat waiting for twenty minutes before the chauffeur came back and asked me to follow him. He held the door open with one long arm. As I passed into the room, he closed it quietly.
"Angus?" she said.
I turned around quickly toward the voice. She sat in a rounded vestibule of windows looking out over the street. Sat in a cloud of gossamer tied around her neck and loose the rest of the way. Her hair was a bleached platinum flip that would have looked good on a woman half her age.
"Angus!" she said again.
"Yes." I looked hard at her face. I had seen her someplace before, but where? She curled the edges of her lips upward in a semblance of a smile. Her lips were covered with a coat of almost white lipstick, her eyes were made up as heavily with black lines skillfully applied; it was only as one approached her that it became clear she was not a beautiful woman, had never been. Her nose was just a little too prominent, and her eyes a little too small for her ever to have been beautiful.
"Angus, as in bull. I hope."
If it was a joke she was not sharing it with me.
"Your...uh . . . " she paused falsely, "dispatcher, is that what you would call her?" she laughed out loud, enjoying her own cleverness. "Your dispatcher recommended you highly. I hope you measure up, Angus." She winked her darkened eye and curled the corners of her mouth again.
"My name is Paul." I spoke softly in an effort to keep my anger from showing.
"Tonight you are Angus." She looked at me sharply, letting me know she would tolerate no rebelliousness from me. "I call Angus, I want Angus!" She laughed once again at her own cleverness.
"You may call me Frieda. Which, by the way, is my real name. I happen to like young men and I buy them directly or indirectly because I happen to prefer it that way. So if you feel sorry for me you need not; if you feel contempt for me, keep it to yourself." She got up quite suddenly, the fine blue cloud of her dressing gown drifting about her.
She slid her arm between my arm and my side, feeling of my ribs.
"You're a strong young fellow." She slid her other hand over my cheek.
"By the way," she murmured. "If you are clever enough to think that little speech of mine was just insecurity or something, you're wrong. I know how little boys who let themselves be bought by old women feel about it, you see, and I'm not interested in little boys' temper tantrums," She leaned her face up toward mine, "I like little boys to pretend that they are great big men with me, do you understand?"
She stepped back from me and put her hand to the band round her neck, which seemed to be the only solid or attached piece of the voluminous gown she wore. She unbuttoned its several buttons round her neck, slowly detaching one layer of fabric from the other.
"Now," she said, "I have a rather happy surprise for you." She undid the last button and pulled the band from around her neck; the blue gossamer cloud suddenly detached itself from her body and fled with the little band from her neck.
She looked up at me and smiled.
Her body was that of a girl twenty-five, slim and white, with the most perfect curves and breasts I had ever seen. Without even realizing it, I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.
"Surprise. Surprise," she said, almost softly. She was so immensely pleased with the good news of her own perfect body that she smiled at my appreciation of it, and smiled warmly.
My other hand leapt out to her shoulder, pulling her toward me. Her lips met mine in an open, hungry, demanding kiss. My hands ran over her fantastic body until she pushed me back sharply.
"Angus," she whispered. "Take it easy." Already her breath was corning a little faster. "You like it, don't you?" she grinned. "You like my body." Her eyes moved up and down my face, unable somehow to stay still "That's good. That's good."
I took my clothes off quickly and turned to take her in my arms again.
She was standing in a state of shocked surprise.
"God damn!" she said, a grin spreading across her face. " I didn't know she had hired you." She put her hand over her mouth. "That's where I've seen you before."
I stared at her with the same surprise. I had known at first that I had seen her before, but I had not the faintest idea where.
"Did I get lucky!" she exclaimed. "How the hell is your back, anyway?"
Now I knew! She had been a guest at Marlis' party. I had noticed her talking to Marlis and wondered about them.
"It hurt for a little," I said. "But it's all right now."
She looked up and down my body, her eyes alight with greed. "I am going to enjoy this," she said, stepping toward me. "I am going to enjoy this a lot."
In another moment I would have begun thinking about Marlis, but as her body pressed against mine I felt a response to her lust. She murmured and showered my chest with kisses.
"God! I have thought of you since then!" she murmured into my chest. 'Tuck me, boy!" she commanded. "Fuck me hard."
I gathered her body in my arms and began to carry her toward the bed.
"No!" she commanded harshly. "Against the wall." I hesitated for a moment, not understanding. "Against the wall! God damn it! You're going to fuck me standing up!"
I sat her down near the door.
"I'm going to enjoy this," she murmured, leaning back against the heavy paneling, her legs spread. "Get down there and stick it in, boy, stick it in!" she cried, throwing her head back against the wall, her mouth open wide.
I bent my knees slightly and grabbed her cunt in my hand, spreading the lips between my fingers. I grabbed my cock in the other hand and rammed it toward her flapping cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped out her pleasure. "That's what I'm paying you for." She looked toward me, her face a grimace of pleasure.
I plunged my cock into her, hard as I could.
She rotated her hips lewdly against my groin. "Fuck it, baby," she kept repeating through half-closed lips. "Put it in there and move it." A drop of saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth. "Keep it moving, big boy, keen it moving."
I'm fucking. I'm fucking. You ain't seen nothing yet," I called to her. "You ain't seen nothing yet!"
I planted my feet close together on the floor and rammed up into her old cunt as hard as I could. She loved it, and I loved doing it for her.
"Talk, baby," she screamed. "Talk!"
"Fuck," I grunted at her. "I'm going to fuck you into that wall," I shouted. I'm going to give you your twenty bucks' worth, God damn it!" I yelled.
"Ram it, baby. Keep it coming! Keep it jumping! I like it, I like it, I like it!"
"You like to ball, lady? You wanta ball! I'll ball you, you bet," the phrases came out in hoarse snorts.
"I'll fill you with shit, lady." Her eyes began to roll. "Open your God damn cunt, lady. Open it wide."
She squatted wider down, giving me a still clearer shot at her gaping cunt to ram into.
"That's it, honey, keep it up. Let old Paul have a field day! That's right, lady, stick your tongue out. Stick it out. Yeah, baby, I'm going to make you suck on it too, I like suck, lady, you're gonna suck for me, aren't you?"
"I'll suck. Suck! Suck your dick, boy, suck your dick!"
She squirmed against the wall suddenly, squealing madly, yelling for me to stop. Suddenly her body jackknifed out from the wall and she lurched forward, grabbing me around the neck. I didn't let up but kept slamming into her cunt with everything I could muster.
"Ooooh Christ Fuck!" she moaned. "You've got to stop."
I yanked out of her and turned my back, almost sending her falling to the floor with the abruptness of it.
"Okay, lady," I said. "Twenty bucks." She shook her head, dazed. Covering her face for a second with her hand, "What?" she asked stupidly-
"You said it was over," I shrugged. "Twenty bucks."
"You don't fool around, do you?" she said, looking up at me stupidly.
"I blew your rocks, lady, that was the bargain."
She looked at me and heaved a deep sigh. "Where are my cigarettes . . . " She lurched over to the bed table and shook one out, then turned the pack and extended it toward me. "Cigarette," she said.
"Twenty." I said.
She lit the cigarette and blew a column of smoke down at the floor, then considered me, now in full possession of herself. 'I'm not through with you," she said evenly, "and you don't get any money 'til I'm through." She was quite sure of her ground now. "Look at it." She pointed at my cock with her cigarette. "Who you saving it for. You didn't even come. I paid for that and I want it." Her eyes were cold and commanding.
"I'll take a cigarette," I said quietly.
She turned toward the night stand once more to pick up the package. When she did I stepped up behind her and bent her double. She struggled wildly for a moment, then felt the head of my dick slip between her legs. She relaxed, and reached down and guided it toward her wet, open cunt.
"Hey, boy," she breathed happily, "that's better." She put her hands on the night table in front of her to steady herself. "You like it the back way. What are you, a fucking stallion or something?" she chuckled under her breath.
"Get your hands in there, baby, rub my balls," I ordered her. "Come on!" I shouted. "You've got a sloppy old cunt I need some hands. Get on in there!"
Her left hand moved from the table and gathered my testicles, undulating them expertly. "Stick a finger in there," I commanded.
Instantly she slid her finger inside the wet hole where my cock moved back and forth.
"Hah," she croaked. "That's a slimy son of a bitch you've got there."
"That's your cunt, lady. It's a God damn well!"
"Shut up and fuck it boy. I paid for it!"
"You didn't pay shit yet. Hang on to it you old hag, hang on to it if you want me to shoot."
Her hand grabbed the shaft of my cock on the out-stroke. I drove most of it into the slimy, open hole when I slammed back into her again.
"Shoot, boy, shoot it into me. Come on, boy, cream it in me!" her voice was coming in short, hot pants again. "Don't stop...don't you dare stop now...keep that meat moving...oooooh...I can't stand it! I'm coming...Oh shit! I'm coming again." Her ass bucked back against me in sharp hard contortions, if anything, stronger than the first time.
I grabbed the cheeks of her ass in my hands and pushed her forward off me.
"God damn it," I cursed her. "Hang onto it Get your hands in there."
Weakly, dazedly, she grabbed my cock with both her hands 'til only the end still penetrated her streaming cunt. She was moaning madly, her body shaking. Suddenly she sagged as though she had fainted, dropping to the floor.
Quickly she twisted around to face me. "I can't take it any more," she gasped.
"Suck it out, baby. Suck it out." I rammed my slimy cock into her face. Her mouth opened weakly and her hands fumbled up toward my balls. "You want spunk, baby? Suck it!" I demanded.
With urgent clumsiness, she grabbed my cock in both her long, thin hands and slid her mouth over the end of it
I was surprised at the expertness of her mouth, though she held me hard away with her two hands; her lips and tongue slipped expertly over the sensitive end. I stopped my gyrating hips to let her do it to me.
"Lady," I murmured as the flames leapt higher in me. "You got a good mouth...tongue it, baby, tongue it.. . suck." I let my head fall backwards and let the harsh sounds slip out of me.
Aware that I had given over to her expertise, she took her hand off my cock and grabbed my buttocks, holding me solid so her mouth could race with uncontrolled energy over my hot length.
Her mouth filled with saliva and come 'til it was a wet, sensual vacuum chamber; her teeth slid up and down my shaft lightly as she drove my cock further and further down into the back of her mouth.
"I'm going to come," I told her softly.
Her pace quickened, her mouth slid with a fervor now, and her hand held the shaft following her mouth up and down 'til the jolts began to course through me and I knew she was receiving the cream in her mouth, I felt it spill out of me onto her tongue.
My hand came to be in her hair, holding her head still so that I could fuck out my orgasm at my own pace, groaning, my body doubled down over her head, urging my spurting cock deeper into her mouth.
At last it was over. I was panting and wanted to he down.
Thanks," I said. That was good."
She smiled at me; she was still swallowing, trying to clear her mouth of the liquid she had sucked out of me.
"You like to do that?" I asked.
She took a deep breath before she answered, once again collecting herself. "I did it," she said.
"All right." I sat down on the bed. "I saw you at Marlis' party," I said. "Do you know her?"
She was still sitting on the floor. She patted her hair into shape. "Yes," she said softly. "Why?"
I felt a strange camaraderie with this woman suddenly; I knew that her toughness was not real, I had penetrated that, there was no need to be afraid of her. "I don't know. I liked her."
"Did you know her before the party?"
"No, a friend of a friend sort of thing. I got to know her after the party, then I did a film thing for her, but I blew it."
"How did you blow it?"
"She was working for someone else and I just about hit him."
"Not very cool."
"No."
She pulled herself up to her feet. "I happen to know that Marlis is having another party soon." She smiled down at me. "I suppose I could get you an invitation."
"How do I get you to do that?"
"By coming back and seeing me some time." She smiled. "On the house."
"Will you be at the party?" "No." She sighed. "I have to go home after this week."
"There's a guy who sells papers down on the corner of Powell and Market. He's always there; have your man tell him you want Paul."
She smiled at me. "You must want to go to Marlis' party pretty bad."
"You're not that hard to take." I smiled back at her.
She walked across the room and picked up the phone. She spoke into it familiarly, laughing. When she hung up, she said, "A week from this coming Saturday." She smiled. "You're to come early, about eight. You won't need an invitation; Marlis says her bouncer will recognize you."
"Thanks a lot." I held my hand out to her, drawing her down on the bed beside me. "One more for thank you?" I said into her ear.
She slid her hand over on my belly, encouraging me to roll over on top of her. My cock hardened against her belly, and I slid into her gently.
I stroked gently into her. "Feel good?" I said.
"Uh huh," she sighed. "Marlis is a good kid," she said sadly.
I did not slacken my pace, but continued to drive slowly in and out of her. "You don't seem very happy about it," I said.
"I'm not. You'll like her."
"So let's not talk about it," I said. I knew though that there would be little else on my mind 'til the party but Marlis. I wondered why she had had such an effect on me.. . .
CHAPTER TEN
The woman at the escort service warned me about the second date.
"She's a regular, Mrs. Randow," she said, looking down at her desk. "She's strange as hell, but harmless." She paused for a moment. "You got on all right the other night?"
"Sure," I said. "It was fine."
"She paid well" the big woman said.
I had left her money with the man downstairs the same night I had money in my pocket for the first time in a long time.
"What about this one tonight," I asked.
"Nothing, really," the big woman smiled up at me. "You can handle it don't let her frighten you."
Mrs. Randow unlocked her door and went in ahead of me. As I stepped through the door she grabbed me in her arms and kissed me. I just waited. I intended to make it with her, but in my own way. The direct approach didn't work with me. At last she pulled away from me.
"Very well," she said, "if you do not want to make love to me then you do not have to, I can't make you do it, can I?" She stopped speaking and looked directly into my eyes.
I'm sure you think is very exotic, don't you," she went on. "I want you to know I do not usually behave this way, do you know that? No, how could you? Your friend could tell you."
Jesus, I thought to myself, they were right, she is a strange one. Then she continued her rapid fire explanation.
"I am not going to play games with you, nonetheless. I want you to make love to me, do you understand?"
Her hand came up toward my face. In it was a gun, a very small gun. Incredible.
I couldn't believe it. Harmless they had said. Well I hope so...I was about to be raped. That thought amused me, as long as I was sure the gun wouldn't go off. I wasn't sure."
"You won't need that," I said incredulously, trying to convince her somehow that I was willing, that I wanted to, and most of all that she could put the gun away.
"I won't?"
"No, I'll be happy to make love to you." The words sounded comic to me. Such polite manners in this situation were ludicrous.
"I might have believed that," she went on, "but I can't now, you know. I hope you want to make love to me because I am going to make you. Take off your clothes," she commanded.
I took off my clothes without taking my eyes off her face or the gun. When I was naked, I stood there and waited. She began taking off her own clothes, carefully, never lowering the gun, which she changed from one hand to the other.
"Are you going to keep that thing in your hand?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Supposing it goes off?" I said. "Accidentally."
For a long moment she said nothing, but stood there looking at me. "When I have my orgasm, you mean?" She said it contemptuously.
"Perhaps," I said.
"I don't know," she said, "I shall look forward to finding out."
By now she, too, was naked. Her body was thin, yet appealing. She was very blonde and truly blonde as I could now see for myself. Actually she appealed to me. I was glad to fuck her. In fact I would have been delighted, but how could I fuck her when I knew that she had her finger hooked through the guard of that little pistol and against its trigger. I don't normally have any trouble with my erection, but how far could I be expected to go.
She knew what I was thinking apparently because she said, "You will have to have an erection, you know, we can do very little with it as it is?" She looked at me directly and said, "You have three minutes."
She began counting slowly. When she got to sixty, nothing had happened except that I had begun to sweat like a pig. "You have only two minutes left," she said and began counting again. I looked down at my penis. It was shriveled in fear.
"Listen," I said. "This is crazy. I can't get an erection like this. Look, put that gun away and we'll make love."
"Use your hand, stupid."
Yes, I would have to. I took my incredibly shriveled pecker into my hand. There was a way. I had used it when I was absolutely spent and had to go one more. If you grip it firmly at the base and milk it outward several times you can force the blood into it; you can get a partial erection, at least. I milked myself while she watched. I worked furiously on it while she counted. At fifty-five for the third time, she smiled. I had roused my cock, it stood, not necessarily on high, but it stood.
"That's good, now, we are going to make love in the regular way, only I am going to have this in my hand. You are a big man and you will have me in your power physically. I want you to know that I am aware of that, but while I have my finger through this trigger guard and on this trigger, you must do as I say. Do you disagree?"
"No, I do not disagree." She was dead right crazy, but dead right.
"Do not be afraid I will ask you to do anything you would not wish to do, I only want you to make love to me just as my father used to do."
"Christ," I said and felt my peter fall. The entire adventure was comic but I couldn't bring myself to laugh. The gun looked to real even if the speech sounded like the set pattern of a guidebook.
She watched my cock deflate as she mentioned her father. "That seems to trouble you. Very well, I will help you out"
She came over to me, the gun extended directly in front of me. Then she leveled it at my chest and slowly began to lower it, inch by inch she slid it down my body toward my once again distressingly soft penis. She picked up my limp member on the short barrel of the pistol and looked at it. My blood ran like ice. Then she took my penis in her hand and put the barrel of the gun ;ust under it and pushed it into my balls. The cold metal sent darts of fear racing through my body.
She began massaging my limp prick but that did not work. She began to milk it as I had done, forcing the blood into it. Gradually she succeeded. It stood and she kept at it, her hand wet with saliva, she rubbed over the head. She was, at last, turning me on.
What was I to do and what difference did it make if her father had had her and she was looking for a father substitute in me. I was more like a son substitute anyway, being at least fifteen years younger than she was. I didn't have any choice but to screw her in the first place and in the second place, I was getting hot. I was even beginning to like the idea a little, especially since I had no choice. I erected all right, I got hot as hell and she could see it
"You're terribly handsome," she said. "I knew you would be, that's why I want you. Do you believe that. That's why I did all this, I didn't want to risk not being attractive to you." She laughed, almost hysterically; but at the moment I thought she would lose control, she lay down, pointing the gun up at me, and spread her legs.
I was on my knees in an instant. I opened her cunt with one hand and drove my cock into her. I wanted to hurt her, but there was no hurting her, she was ready, and she had a place for everything I had.
I tried again to hurt her, I rammed my meat into her as hard as I could. She squirmed under me and she kept the pistol in my side. I raged on and she loved it. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. Someplace in the back of my mind I was afraid she would shoot me when I did it, but I had to do it.
I stabbed deeply into her and pulled all the way out. I grabbed my cock in my hand and pushed it downward between the cheeks of her ass and drove it as far home as I possibly could. I drove and when I was stopped I drove again, again and again until I was completely embedded, in her anus. She did not shoot, she did not even cry out, she was in ecstasy. It was what she had wanted all the time.
I could not stop though. I drove in and out at her asshole until at last I came. I could feel the spurts jutting up inside her. My body twitched in a new way then, I had never been raped before. I'd enjoyed it though, except for the fear of the gun.
She brought the pistol up by may face. "Look," she was laughing. "See." It was almost as if the whole business had been a joke, a joke which I was supposed to find funny.
She put her finger on the trigger of the gun and pointed it into my face. She squeezed it
I watched in horror.
The trigger gave way. She kept squeezing and the trigger, the guard broke open. She squeezed, grinning like an irrepressible child. The stock cracked open and down her naked arm ran a bright red liquid.
"Soda pop," she giggled. She actually thought it was funny as hell and she was waiting for me to laugh with her, this stupid bitch actually thought I would break out laughing.
"Okay, so you don't think it was funny. I'm sorry." Suddenly she was depressed. Suddenly I was supposed to say, "oh, it's all right, no harm done." I'd never seen a bitch go through so many changes.
"Look," I said. "Forget about it, I don't want to hear about it at all."
Then she said acidly, "Would you be good enough to take that thing out of my ass and put it where it belongs."
I don't know why, but I did. I was momentarily spent, but still fully erect, so I pulled it out of her asshole and slid it back into her cunt. As I settled down upon her again, she put her arms around me and I could feel the soda pop growing sticky.
I began moving on her again. I was pumping harder now, slamming myself with each stroke. She lifted her knees around my waist and continued to talk.
"My father was very cruel to me, but he was a beautiful man in a lot of ways, but very cruel. He always wanted me to take chances for him with my husband; he would come to the house and make me make love to him on the floor while my husband was just outside painting. He seemed to want to get caught."
I had pushed myself up on my arms above her so that she could have the breath to talk. I kept pumping in and out of her, listening to her, watching her face. She was beginning to talk less and her body began to respond.
Her body began to move with mine, her cunt would rise to meet my downward thrust. I began to move faster now. She turned her head to the side as though she did not want to face me. Her whole body began to jolt with the power of the thrusts. She began to moan silently, tears in her eyes. I pumped faster and harder.
She was moving now. She was really moving, her legs were straight up in the air over my back, spread as far as she could spread them. I wanted to ram her. I pulled out until only my cockhead was in her lips and rammed all the way home as hard as I could. She moved a little on the floor each time I did it.
Her mouth was open and all sorts of sounds were coming out. She was saying words and making noises at the same time I rammed her and rammed her, when suddenly she screamed. Suddenly from nowhere she screamed, her legs wrapped around my back and she pulled her cunt up to my cock, fastening herself to me. Her body heaved like a rope which someone was making waves in. I broke her hold on my back with my hand and pushed her down on the floor, catching her bended knees in my arms.
I opened her up and bent her ass up in the air. I had her utterly in my power, just like she had said and she was going to feel it I tore down into her between me and the floor until I could feel it coming, deep inside me I felt the spasms begin. Down they went into my bowels and then I felt the sensation coming up from between my legs, following the length of my erection from deep within my body. I rammed into her again and again until the ripples, the undulating sensation soared down through my cock, carrying sperm, carrying me, carrying everything and all that I was and shooting it into this odd woman, shooting, stabbing, filling her with my manhood; losing all thought, I poured everything that existed into that woman's vagina.
There was a knock on the door. "Axe you all right," a voice asked. "Mrs. Randow, are you all right?"
I collapsed onto her, she looked at me. A quick, bitter glance.
"Yes," she called. "I'm all right, it was nothing."
I pulled my penis out of her and got up without looking at her. I stepped into my pants. I wanted to get out of there, that was all, I wanted out.
She came over to me and put her hand on my naked arm, my flesh crawled under her touch.
"It's all right," she said softly.
I moved away from her and picked up my shirt. "Does it make a lot of difference?" I said.
"I'll send Mrs. Clarmont the check," she said.
Mrs. Clarmont. Funny I had not known her name and it hardly seemed to matter now. I'd pick up the money from this job, god knows Fd earned it, but I did not think I'd be taking any more jobs.
I closed the door behind me on Mrs. Randow and felt life shrink down around me, felt options disappear and fold. The sky was black and the rain driving outside.
I had enough money to see me through until Marlis' party. I wanted to see Mar again. I reminded myself that I hardly knew her, that it was foolish to count on her, and for what?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I do not know which excited me more, the thought that I was going to another of Marlis' parties, or the thought that I would see Marlis' herself again, and maybe, if I was lucky, even fuck Marlis again. I felt an excitement in my chest at the thought
Only vaguely did I remember the great glass-canopied room on the top floor of the building on Broadway, with its myriad hanging vines and wicker chairs and pictures. Its mirrors, sofas and pillows.. . and its naked people.
An attractive couple preceded me up the stairs from the alley entrance to the building. I promised myself, watching them go up the stairs, that I would look her up later in the party.
When the door opened at the top of the stairs, what I first saw was what I had forgotten from my last brief visit here. The great hanging lighting system in the middle of the ceiling. I noticed it particularly because it was not lit up, but hung there like a great heavy contortion of steel and other metals.
The party was not yet in full swing. In fact, people had only just begun to arrive. I set out in search of my hostess, moving around the vine screens, poking my head into corners and out of the way areas. The room was immense, as I could tell now that it was almost empty and could be freely investigated. I could not find Mar, however. She was not in the room.
My search ended near the band stand, set up where it had been before. On it were the instruments of the musicians, but not the musicians. A young man, however, had climbed up and was fingering the keyboard of the piano with lackadaisical competence.
"Do you know Marlis?" I asked him, loudly, to be heard over his playing.
He did not look at me nor rest his single-handed playing, he merely shook his head.
"Is she here?" I asked.
He turned to me quite deliberately, he had a fine mustache on his upper hp. "Presumably," he said.
I pushed off and began to circulate around the room. There were perhaps half a dozen guests, including the couple who had preceded me on the stairs. A man with silver hair, a large cigar and heavy rimmed glasses sat in a swinging basket chair talking to a woman half his age, who sat opposite him on the very edge of a small sofa, her knees crossed, a cigarette hanging forgotten from the corner of her mouth. They were talking in private tones which I did not think invited my company.
I looked back at the man playing the piano. He had stopped and was leaning on one arm across the keys, watching the silver-haired man and the young woman as intently as they seemed to be talking. He seemed to know what they were talking about
The couple I had seen on the stairs were also nearby. It was only as I approached them that I realized they too were entirely concentrated on the silver-haired man and the young woman. Though they faced each other, their own conversation seemed to have been interrupted.
"Excuse me," I said, softly.
The girl held up her hand to hush me.
It would be very nice." I overheard the young woman say. She had the manner of trying to encourage someone to do what they were inclined to do anyway. The girl glanced over at the couple near whom I stood.
The man said something I did not hear and then the girl got to her feet "Good," she said. "How long will it take you to get back." The silver-haired man leaned back into the hanging chair and relit his cigar.
"There's no hurry," he announced loudly enough for everyone to hear. "We can all get by for a while." At that, he laughed uproariously. Several minutes later he got up and left through the door to the stairway.
I'm glad you came," someone said suddenly to me from behind a screen of macram�. A door shut one I had not been aware of, and Marlis came out from behind the large round weave of the hanging.
"Marlis," I exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Been in any movies lately?" she smiled. "Not many," I said.
"I've got to change," she said. "Come with me."
I followed her through a small door beyond the band stand which I knew led to the kitchen. Another door beyond that led to her own small bedroom. Before I was in the room she had removed her shirt and was pushing her levis down over her white hips. She did it without seeming to be aware of the memories she was stirring in me.
"I developed that film" she said without looking at me. "It was great." She smiled at me from the closet where she stood naked, looking in at her wardrobe. "I'd like to show it tonight, if I've your permission."
"Sure," I shrugged, "if you don't tell the story that goes with it."
She laughed. "Darren's an ass," she said, looking at me quite seriously. "But I like you." Then she laughed again. "I'm an ass, too."
"You throw wild parties," I said, when it seemed necessary to say something.
"These aren't my parties," she said. "They're my father's parties."
"I didn't know you had a father."
"I don't," she said. "He's dead. What I mean is these parties have been happening here since I was a kid. It's just a tradition I keep up."
"Your father must have been some gentleman," I said.
"Yes.. . yes, he was.
"Should I wear this?" She held up a garment that was unrecognizable to me, in front of her naked body. The fabric itself was a kind of orange, clinging stuff. "Or this?" she asked. The second was a wild print of tropical flowers.
"What are they?" I said.
"Pajamas."
"Pajamas?"
"Part of the tradition." She looked at the two garments. "I'll wear this," she said. "I always used to go to Dad's parties in my pajamas. I still do."
"Even though you are the hostess now?"
"I was the hostess then, only then there was a host"
"I kind of wish you'd come just like you are," I said.
"I was just wishing we didn't have to go at all," she said easily. "Just stay in here and fuck ourselves silly."
I'm game."
"I've never missed daddy's parties," she said, as she wriggled into the flowered pajamas.
"Pretty elaborate pajamas," I said.
"If you like them you can wear them," she said, and began to slip them off her hips.
"No...no...no. It's all right you look fine in them."
"You're right," she smiled. "You'd look better nude."
"So do you."
As we went back through the kitchen, I asked her if, after all, she did not like these parties.
"Yes, I do," she said, "or I would not give them."
There were a dozen people in the room now, they were milling around, getting to know each other better. When we entered, the girl who had been talking to the silver-haired man detached herself and came over to Mar.
"He's going to bring it," she grinned.
"Oh, that's marvelous," Mar said. "Where's he at?"
"Gone," said the girl. "He went after i."
"What is it?" I asked.
Mar looked at me and tossed her head a little. "Youll find out," she grinned. "Let it be a surprise."
The two girls laughed and began to move off toward the crowd. I was surpised to find, as they did so, that Mar's hand had grabbed my sleeve and held me, drawing me forward with her. The other girl turned to me after a moment and asked if she did not know me from somewhere.
"Paul was at the last party," Marlis told her. "He did the thing with...."
The other girl interrupted her. "You're not the guy that.. . yes you are...I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
We all laughed. The word spread quickly that I was the fellow who had, at die last party, been the one, and suddenly I was the center of a growing number of people who had begun to fill the room.
A man said that his wife had had him on a stool ever since that last party and everyone laughed again.
"I have a fondness for stools," I said. "Tell your wife I will be glad to show her how it's done on a three-legged stool."
"There is nothing like a three-legged stool as a photography prop," Mar told the man. "And a little later I have some film for you that will be a surprise."
I moved around the room, being introduced to people by Mar. Many of them remembered my last visit and I permitted them to think that it had been rather more planned on my part than it had in fact been. I felt rather like a sudden star or something and I enjoyed the attention because Mar did.
It was not long until Mar had the great moving lights in the big iron chandelier turned on. The room was full of people.
Mar leaned toward me and said, "Why don't you take your clothes off?"
"Why me?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "once they see someone naked, then things start to roll. Go into my bedroom, you can leave your things in there."
She took advantage of my absence to get the band for the evening together and on the bandstand. They were three women and four men. The men wore fur loincloths and the women were entirely naked. One of them, a tall silken blonde, was the lead singer, as I was to find out
I began circulating, looking for Mar again, and studying the people I passed, all variety of people, though it became difficult to distinguish much about them because the flashing, moving light from the ceiling was now the only tight in the room.
There was a formally dressed man across the room behind a short bar. Mar was talking to him.
"What are you drinking," she said as I approached. "Hey, you look good."
"Scotch," I told the barman.
"This is Billy," Mar introduced us. "He's my bouncer. This is Paul, Billy."
He did not shake my hand but rather handed me my scotch. "Did I hear that Swiggert was going to bring some stuff?" Billy said.
"So I was told," Mar answered, turning on her stool to look at her guests. "Come on," she said to me, taking me by the arm. "Someone came in while you were undressing, I want you to meet him."
She led me through the crowd, pausing once to speak to a girl who was naked from the waist up. "Paul, this is Kathy, she has the finest breasts I have ever seen. I've been trying to get her to pose for me."
Kathy giggled shyly and put her hands under her breasts, holding them up for inspection. I leaned down and kissed one of the dark nipples. I felt my prick jump to attention, but Mar grabbed my dangling cock, laughing and led me away.
"She's not who I wanted you to meet."
I noticed the variety of faces as we moved through the crowd, trying to find this person I was to meet, talking to people, making jokes and introductions. I knew I would not remember any of them, even a moment later. I felt the hands begin to reach out for me as I passed, but the others were beginning to take their clothes off also and I felt a little less conspicuous.
Again I felt the exhilarating sensation of sliding through small knots of people, none of them bothering to move aside to let me pass, but rather enjoying the bodies rubbing together in passing.
"There he is," Mar said suddenly. She led me toward a small person dressed in a long woolen robe with great multicolored stripes running diagonally across it from the shoulder to the floor.
"Edward," she called out to him. Slowly the man turned around. Two other robed figures moved away slightly as we approached.
"Edward, this is Paul." Edward looked at me frankly for a very long time as though searching my face for something only he would see.
"Paul is a friend of mine," Mar told him.
"How do you do, Paul," Edward said softly. His face was deeply etched with lines, not of age, really, but lines of concentration. His steady blue eyes were held in a hard focus, he seemed deliberately to be effecting the image of a mid-eastern sultan. Only he was quite blond.
"Edward and the whole Norwich family were friends of my father," Mar said.
"Yes," Norwich said absently. "The best of friends."
"He has a house out on Green Street which you would like to see," Mar said to me.
"I would be very pleased if you dropped out to see us," Norwich suddenly seemed animated. "Fm sure you'd find it very interesting." He smiled slyly at me.
"We'll see you later," Mar said, pulling me away. I felt his cold stare on us as we drew away.
"Who on earth was that?"
"Eddy Norwich is as crazy as they come, also as rich. He has a cult sort of thing. I'll introduce you to some of his followers later if we run into them."
In the middle of the room several people were trying to take down one of the hanging chairs. We went over to them.
"What's up," Mar said, not caring if they took down the chair, but curious as to why they wanted to.
"We want to hang up a bag," a man said, holding up a large burlap bag.
"Before you do," Mar said, "let me show you something about this chair." She removed the cushion in the seat of it and tossed it on the floor under the chair. Then she looked around the crowd, which was gathering around.
"Do we have a super whang around here who would like to get it on?"
She spotted someone in the back of the group and made her way toward him.
"Walter," she called, pulling the man by the hand back toward the chair. "You'll dig this."
Walter was a big man, handsome and dark. He was still dressed. "Take off your clothes, Walt," she said, "and lie down under the chair with your ass on the cushion. Walter did as he was told quickly.
"Where's Kathy," Mar called.
It took only a little time to bring Kathy into the middle of the group. She was entirely naked now. Her short, full body glistened in the moving lights and her large blue eyes darted around from face to face shyly.
"What do you want," she said softly.
"I know you have to get warmed up before you can get with it at these parties, so I thought you would consent to do a little demonstration for us."
Kathy grinned. Walter was already lying under the chair as he had been instructed.
"You'll have to get it up, Walt," Mar laughed and put his prick through the hole in the bottom of the chair. Everyone looked at once. Yes, there was a hole in the chair, a large ring to which each of the fibers of the chair was tied. The hole itself was about three inches wide.
Walter grinned and his organ began to rise on command. I heard a man say to his companion, "That's what comes of being a professional." Walter laughed out loud and his cock swelled up through the hole in the bottom of the chair until several inches of it stuck up out of the bottom of the chair.
Kathy was blushing and giggling.
"A chair for the girl with everything," someone yelled.
Kathy stepped forward and turned to sit in the chair. She spread her legs and began to sit down, slowly.
"Watch which hole," a woman yelled. "Kathy's not a puritan," someone answered her.
Half a dozen people knelt down in front of the chair as Kathy lowered herself. "Contact," one of them shouted. "Head in," another announced. "Sit down, baby."
Kathy sat down heavily on the large pike, absorbing it into her body.
"Okay," Mar said. "Now pick up your feet."
"Ahh...feels good already," Walter said from under the chair.
Mar stepped up and began to turn the large chair around, spinning it.
"Oh...shit . . . " Walter shouted in surprise. "That's fantastic!"
Everyone took turns spinning the chair, including Walter, who spun it faster than anyone else.
"Oh," Kathy cried out. "I'm dizzy."
"Wait," Walter yelled, "I'm about to come."
Cheering and clapping began around the room, laughing and toasting.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Walter groaned as the cunt whirled and spun on his cock.
"He's coming!" she yelled. "I can feel it." Kathy's face was lit up now, though she did appear dizzy.
"Stop, stop," Walter groaned, after a moment, "I can't take it any more."
Laughing and staggering from dizziness, Kathy lifted herself off the chair, leaving Walter's cock wet and purple, sticking up through the bottom of the chair. A couple of men lifted the chair off him.
I noticed, as the crowd broke up into smaller groups, that several of the women's tongues had broken out of their mouths during this demonstration. I was getting hot to spring a little juice myself.
"Why don't you take off those pajamas," I said to Mar as we struggled away through the crowd.
"No. I leave them on," she said. "I try to keep the party going." She turned to me and smiled an apology for what I had just been told...that I would not be fucking her during the party. "Save me some for later, though, would you?"
"I'll save it all," I said.
"No. I like the ones you really have to work for anyway," she laughed a beautiful open laugh and squeezed my hand in both of hers. "Besides you would be crazy to miss all of this."
"So are you."
"It's been here all my life, remember."
"I dig," I said. "Maybe you could point me to something really nice."
Td be interested in seeing who you pick," she smiled. Td like to know who your type is."
I looked around the room. Any one of the younger women would have been a start for me.
"I have to look around," I told her.
Mar laughed. "I've got an idea. I've got some film of some of the people who are here. I'll roll it and you can tell me who you like." She disappeared from my side into the crowd.
A moment later a large screen began to lower against the wall behind the bandstand. An announcement was made and gradually the murmur of voices began to subside.
Suddenly the screen was lit with a picture of blue sky. Sky of the deepest blue, then gradually the scene changed, the camera being lowered to include the horizon of ocean, and at last a sandy warm beach. The caimera was apparently on a cliff above a beach.
Gradually the camera paned up the beach and peered directly down on several naked people lying in the sand
The day was warm and still, the sun shown down brightly, the crash of each individual wave was audible on the soundtrack, yet strangely silent One could even see the heavy intake of breath of the sleeping people. They were lying in the sand like beautiful naked animals.
Four women and four men. I could see the backs of three of the men and the front of another, and interspersed between them I could see their women, two sets of soft warm breasts and two sets of full feminine buttocks.
I studied naked humanity in its youth...a plump ripe redhead whose breasts rose like great white melons over her heavy breathing, a long elegant youth whose well-formed body tapered from broad shoulders down to his long slender legs, who lay on his belly in the sand, his forehead on his arms and his blond hair gently entangled in the fingers of the girl who lay beside him. She was petite and also blonde. She lay on her back, scarcely half his length, her face upward to the sun, her hand in his hair. Her firm breasts were sagging slightly in the flesh-expanding warmth. On the gentle slope of her Venus mound one could see the curls of blonde hair and one could see where they slipped sweetly out of sight between her white thighs.
Upward and to the left of the blond couple, near the edge of the screen lay a couple, both on their bellies, whose bodies matched to perfection. They were young and athletic, tanned, with swimming trunk stripes across their buttocks, the breadth of his back matching the gently sloping fullness of her hips. While the brown hair crept up from between his legs and spread over his young firm buttocks, I could see between her slightly parted legs that her hair seemed destined to grow the other direction, downward and to the front of her.
Near them, next to the redhead, so that his stocky body touched her voluptuous curves, lay a young man on his back, his muscular legs generously stretched and parted so that his warm extended penis hung like a great flaccid worm down between his legs. His black curly hair swirled away in patterns up his belly and spread over his thick white chest. His eyes closed, he was smiling peacefully into the sun.
A short distance away lay a couple whose bodies made the boldest pattern against the sand. They were the strong brown color of some south European or North African peoples. They had the beautiful romantic look of the middle east
As the camera panned up the beach, the silence was broken by the shouts of a man throwing a stick into the surf for a dog. The dog leapt the waves each time in a seemingly heroic attempt to retrieve the stick, which the man seemed determined to throw further and further out. The people on the sand down the beach must have been able to hear this noise, but it became evident that they could not see it as the camera took a wide angle and one could see that they were situated in a cove on the long beach between a natural promontory of the cliff, which extended almost to the line of the breakers on one side, while on the other was a great driftwood pile. Only the shore line itself was open to beach traffic. There were people passing the sanctuary on their way up and down the beach.
As the people in the crowded room viewed this tranquil scene, a warm and lazy feeling, corresponding to the scene on the beach, seemed to settle over the party. People lounged around and viewed the movie casually, as if they themselves were lying on a sandy beach.
Then the camera focused on a pair of feet. They were toes down and digging in the sand. I leaned out to see what he was doing, forgetting for a moment that I would have to wait for the camera to reveal the secret. Gradually one was aware that some guy was making it with a chick whose leg was up on his side. His ass was pumping it in and out of her and her legs were sort of spreading every time he came in on her and sort of relaxing every time he'd pull out for a new shot.
The eight bodies on the other side of a scrap of " driftwood were still lying there, seemingly oblivious of what was going on.
The camera moved over to hover above the couple who were making it and the guy changed positions. He sort of sat up between the girl's legs, without taking his dick out of her. He was sitting with his knees under her thighs and sort of rocking forward while at the same time pulling her up on himself with his hands every stroke. It was the only way he could get it in all the way. I could see the dark, little hairy cunt below me swallowing down the white shaft and then slipping back off it and then swallowing it again.
I became aware that everyone in the room was now sitting with their eyes glued to the movie screen and the entire room seemed to be breathing, rather deeply, in unison.
I mean, we were all turned on, but too wrapped up in the scene on the screen to take advantage of what was available all around us.
So anyway there I was sitting, watching this big white erection slipping in and out of this soft little cunt and getting a hard-on that was beginning to hurt and Mar was not having any.
Then two more guys appear on the screen watching this couple and they both have hard-ons. I felt sympathy for them, being in the same position myself.
Then the guy who is making it starts talking the spectators. Talking to them. I mean here he was dipping his stick into that beautiful little honey pot, into that sweet, little, curly cunt hole and all the time he is talking and laughing with these two guys. He must have been nuts. I could sense others in the room becoming restless at this delay.
Finally he begins to tend to business. I could tell that the girl's hips were beginning to move and he was doing it for her a little more by slamming down a little harder.
He grabbed her by the thighs and sat back on his haunches, almost losing the notch and then he pulled her toward him at the same time thrusting himself forward. I could feel the smack.
When the guy suddenly straightened out in the sand and came down on the chick, full length, the camera concentrated on his ass, pumping on her, and her heels hooked between his legs, kicking his ass, to make him pump even harder.
No sooner had this first man quit jumping, he had not more than collapsed for more than a second, probably still pumping into her, when one of the two guys watching started dragging him off. When he was pulled off and was lying there in the sand, probably still coming, this other guy gets down on the sand on his hands and knees and the girl jumps like nothing happened (and she's got a great body) and sits on this guy's back. She sits on his back and he's on his hands and knees and she sort of leans back, like lies down on him and sticks her legs up in the air. The other guy gets right in there and puts her ankles on his shoulders and sort of spread his legs, because she is too low for him, and rams it home. All this time she is trying to stay aboard the other fellow, while this guy bangs away at her.
I was so hot watching this movie that if Td had an opening like that Fd have done just what he was doing, man, I would have laid one in there just like he was and I've never seen a man move so fast. Yet, somehow, I was too fascinated watching the scene on the screen to look around for a piece of ass to stick my prick into.
He came just about as quick as that and fell over the chick. I figured the whole thing would come tumbling down. It didn't though. The guy on his hands and knees held up and finally the guy sort of slid off between the girl's legs and sagged into the sand.
The third guy must have been a strong son of a bitch because he got off his hands and knees and picked the chick up by the waist, but then instead of moving over to lean her against the wall of the cliff or something, he walks right out in the middle of the sand and when he's right in the middle and everybody is watching, even the eight bodies are watching now, he reaches down and holds cock up at right angles to her and settles her down on it. And when he gets this beautiful chick all impaled on his rod, he takes a buttock in each hand and starts moving her up and down on it like she didn't weigh ten pounds. He just picks her up and sets her down.
By this time I couldn't stand the pressure building up inside me and I began to look around the room for a body, any body to screw. Vaguely I realized others were feeling the same way and the room fairly throbbed with eroticism.
A slender brunette was lounging behind me and slightly to my right She looked at me and smiled an invitation and believe me, i needed no more encouragement than that. i leapt at her body, barely noticing what she looked like. i inserted my throbbing rod between her thighs and felt her legs part and her body begin to heave under me. Neither of us bothered with any preliminaries. We started right in with a frantic pumping and, as i heard the slap of her rather full hips hit the floor with each thrust, the rhythm further inflamed my already burning body.
Our bodies twisted and thrashed together in surprisingly perfect union until she gave a high scream as i shot my boiling sperm into her...holding her shudder-racked body still under me.
As i lay there, exhausted, my partner rolled over to a guy who was sitting on a pillow, jerking himself off with his hand. i heard her say, "I've got something better for you," and saw her lips close over his cock before i closed my eyes to rest i heard a commotion in the back of the room and opened my eyes to see that the gray-haired man was returning and the movie was over. The screen had been retracted to the ceiling once again and Mar announced that was all the films "for now."
The gray-haired man, Swiggert, stood up. He held a small porcelain bowl up over his head. "Ladies and gentlemen," he called. Everyone became silent instantly.
"I want you all to know that the stuff is right here," he laughed. "If you start to run out of steam, just get a little of this."
It was coke. Now I knew.
Someone whistled and moved forward, "I could use a little of that," he said, taking the tiny spoon that was in the bowl and sprinkling it over his cockhead. He massaged it a couple of times and it grew an angry red immediately. He turned to ask if there was a woman who would like a second-hand application. A woman stepped up. He sprinkled a little more on his cock and slipped it into the woman; in this way was the coke spread from cock to cunt to cock throughout the room.
A moment later, Mar was by my side again. "That's coke, isn't it?" I asked. "Yes, ever used it before."
"No, what does it do?"
"It's funny. It sexes you up in a funny way." She smiled. "It numbs a man's cock in a strange manner, makes it stony hard."
"Numb?"
"Not really, it's very sensuous, but the point is that you can go all night with it Try some a little later."
"Maybe I will."
"Hey," she said suddenly, "The kids in the film. The first ones, they are over in the corner there. They're organizing a game."
She led me across the crowded room toward the corner, explaining what I was to do in the game being organized.
"I want you to tell them what to do," Mar said. "Anything you want, just instruct them. This is an act they do professionally, they let the audience tell them what to do but the person who instructs must not be allowed to participate, they can touch but not participate. Got it."
"Sure," I laughed.
"It's just a game," she said. "It'll be fun. After it's over you can have your pick of the girls."
"Oh," I laughed, "still trying to find my type."
Mar introduced me to the eight people I had already seen in the film, they were all beautiful specimens and I was curious as to how they happened to form this strange act.
The nine of us were isolated in the corner and told to begin.
I said the first thing that came to mind. "I know, listen and do it quickly. All the men stand in a line and all the women take their soft cocks in their mouths, the first man who gets a full erection is the leader in the next game."
They did as I said as quickly as they could, paying no attention to which girl took which man's cock in her mouth. The men were facing me, their backs to the wall, their legs spread, and the girls knelt between their legs and took the pricks fully into their mouths.
"Girls," I shouted, "you're the judge, tell me when you've got your man hard."
I looked at what I had created and something began to come over me, somehow I began to feel a kind of power. I had been reluctant, but now I began to revel in the power these people had so easily given me. The men were laughing and making jokes so the girls did not have an easy time of it
They had paired off at random. First was the dark-skinned man and before him knelt the redhead I'd watched so closely on the screen. She was moving on his soft peter, but he was making a joke with the man next to him.
Next to him, to my left, was the hairy stud who had originally been with my redhead (I had taken my prick in a way, although I had no idea if I would measure up to her standards). The little blonde chick whose name I had heard, Bonnie, was sucking him, apparently really intent on making him the first to erect. I could see by the look on his face that he was beginning to feel her effort.
Next came Ted, the tall athletic girl was ravishing his cock, pulling it, popping it, biting it, but it seemed to be tickling him more than she intended because he was almost doubled up laughing. I noticed once again the swim trunks and bra strap line in the girl's tan, as well as the man next to her, being sucked by the dark-skinned girl. They both had recently been sunning themselves some place where they wore bathing suits. That was not here, so they must be recent arrivals.
The girl who was sucking the athletic man had chosen to bury his cock in her mouth and held her face hard against the light strip around his hips, into the brown hair of his pubis. It looked to me as though they were making the most progress. I went over to them and motioned for the girl to withdraw her mouth. I could see, by the way she held her mouth on him that he had at least partially erected. Her mouth slid reluctantly back down the long stem of hard flesh. She had succeeded, but apparently had been reluctant to forego the pleasure. As she moved her mouth down the flesh, I began to realize how their people had been selected. The men, at least, had exceptional sexual endowment The women were all beautiful, it seemed to me, varied, and if this was any example, completely sensual. I mean, this dark-skinned girl had managed to completely swallow a very large and fully erect cock and without complaint.
I was erect now and hot "Hey," I said to the athletic man. "What's your name?" We were both watching as the girl's mouth slid off his cock. "You win," I said. "Now "I've got to figure out what you win."
"Carl," he answered my question. He seemed pleased that he had won. "This is Zonia."
"Zonia." I looked down at the girl. She had a striking, moorish face, with great hazel eyes and opulent dark lips. She was still kneeling on the floor. Both Carl's cock and mine were fully erect and only a few inches from her face.
"Why don't you do that for me?" I felt foolish saying it, asking her to suck me.
"You're not in the game," she grinned up at me and moved her lips toward my cock, opening them slightly, almost as if she would open her mouth and slide her lips over my cockhead. I could feel her swallowing me down. I wondered if she could take all of me in that big, beautiful, dark mouth of hers. Her mouth came toward me but instead of taking me in (everyone was watching to see if she would) she stopped short and her tongue darted out to lick the bead of juice that had gathered at the tip of my cock. She did not touch me, only deftly captured the drop of moisture.
At that moment I knew what the next exercise would be.
"Okay," I said. "Are all the men erect?"
The women stopped sucking and let me see the male organs. All were more or less fully hardened.
"Good," I said it feeling like a third grade teacher, yet I was getting with the game. I was getting to like it. "Carl and Zonia win." I could not wait for the next explanation.
"I'll show you," I said. "Zonia, stand up."
She did.
"Okay, lean over and take Carl's cock in your mouth like you had it before." I got behind her. "Spread your legs." Behind her I moved between her legs. I was almost faint with the desire to ram my machine into her and let whatever might happen, happen. I stood behind Zonia's spread legs. They must all have known what I was thinking because they were all watching me carefully.
The head of my prick was only a few inches from the crack in her legs where I could see the bulges which would be her cunt.
"Well," I said, "I have seen what the men have, now I get to examine the women." Everyone came to attention, thinking I was going to try to stick my cock into her.
"Relax, I'm going to use my hand."
I put my hand on the dark buttocks. My hands themselves were sensitized as they seemed to guide themselves to the opening I wanted to penetrate by any means possible, if only to be up inside this body. Quickly I slipped my hand down between her legs. She giggled. Her cunt was wet. I took it in my hand and squeezed, then plunged my finger into the pit of her. Zonia squealed and began moving against my hand. Quickly I slipped my fingers between the soft wet lips. She was worked up. She moved her ass up and down as I worked my fingers deeper and deeper.
Her mouth found Carl's cock again and she began to take it in. I wanted her to come. My own cock was raging, standing straight out in front of me. I knew I would shoot off, but I could not stop. My fingers worked on her erected clit, it stood out toward my fingers, my fingers worked it, and dove inside her and again found the nodule of hard, female flesh. She moved against my hand and moved against Carl's flesh, taking more and more of him into her mouth. He was beginning to breath heavily and move in time with her gyrations on my hand.
Now I knew what had been on my mind from the beginning. I could feel my own cock fucking into the air, the others would see. I would not touch the girl with it, though. I continued to work on her with my hand until I knew she was near the end.
Carl, too, was near the end, and I, my hips stabbing thin air was about to come without ever having been touched. Suddenly Zonia began to convulse. Carl grabbed her face in his hands to keep her from falling away from him without finishing him off.
I felt myself in a strange set of convolutions. It was as if my prick had become my whole body, my orgasm was to come over me somehow from the top. The moment had come, I did not know if the others would let me be when they saw. I jerked my hands out of the girl's cunt and grabbed her hips in my hands. I stabbed my cock at the open cunt lips. I missed. My cock slipped by, up her belly. I drew back and stabbed again. This time I caught in the top of the open flesh. I grabbed my cock and rammed it back to the opening in the flesh. I stabbed deeply into her, again I stabbed and stabbed, bending my knees and lifting her by the hips in my hands, suspending her between my cock and the one that she clung to with her mouth.
I exploded suddenly and completely, my body waved up on my feet and my convulsions continued. I shot into her again and again. I knew, somehow, that all three of us were coming.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my back, but it was too late. My body collapsed forward over Zonia, on the floor. I was on her back, still pumping into her cunt from behind.
Then I remembered the hand.
"You blew it," Mar said, laughing. "That's what usually happens in that game, I understand."
"Sorry about that," I moaned. "I have to go get the other film ready, so TO see you later."
I wandered toward the bandstand, aimlessly, watching the goings on around the room. The coke had revived the proceedings and no one seemed to have any intention of stopping. Everyone was sucking and fucking. I sat down in front of the bandstand and watched the band, whom I had hardly noticed all night
The silken blonde girl was sitting down, singing. She was sitting on the guitarist, who lay on his back on the floor, his guitar leaned against a chair. It was obvious she was getting fucked by the way she moved her hips up and down slightly as she sang. The guitarist moaned easily on the floor.
I remembered the other girl who had seemed to prefer the microphone.
"Let me suck it for you," I heard someone say. I turned around. It was the man who had been playing the piano early in the evening. He was talking to a large black man sitting on one pillow, holding another in his lap. The pianist with the thick mustache was sweating and his eyes searched the eyes of the black man.
The big, dark man shook his head slowly from side to side.
I leaned back against a sofa, whose back was to the bandstand, and watched the silken blonde crooner on the stage. Soon I knew we would have the screen lowered and the film of Sandy and me would be shown. A moment later I heard the big black man next to me begin to speak, in soft sad tones to the man who had offered to suck him off. He seemed to be telling him his life story.
"I've known I had a problem from the time I was in Junior High school. You know, I would look around at the other boys in P.E. and they'd have these little dicks sticking out and I was already getting hair on my balls and my prick would hang down and bounce. I guess it was great then, you know, prestige and all. . . but I had a feeling even then that it was not going to be all right for long. I mean at that age you want to be the same, you don't even want to be better, or bigger.
"So anyway, it went along okay for a while. Then I began getting ideas, there I was twelve years old and I was having erections and ejaculations and I had a huge god damn cock already, only I was still a kid.
"Finally I started running around with older kids, and of course the older I got the bigger my cock got. I'd have to take it out and show it to guys; I got to feeling kind of freaky about it. Then one night I found out just what the trouble was going to be. One of the guys got his older sister to agree to a gangbang. I guess you didn't do that sort of thing where you come from." He paused and peered at the pianist to check his reaction.
"No," he said, "I grew up pretty middle class."
"Well," he went on, "this was the ghetto in New Orleans. Anyway, there were about ten of us guys and this chick, she must have been maybe sixteen or seventeen, kind of a nymphomaniac, I suppose. We were just kids, most of us had never had a woman before.
"So she takes us up to her bedroom, all at once. We sit down on the floor and she gets in the middle and starts to take off her clothes. It wasn't until then that I realized what was going to happen, when I saw her start to take off her blouse. The bitch was stacked, too, I mean she was young but she had nice big tits, I mean I can still see them sticking out there.
"We started squirming on the floor. Then she took off her skirt. She didn't have anything on under the skirt, and that was the first time I saw a cunt and really knew what it was for. She spread her legs and sort of gyrated, she was really with it We didn't know for sure what to do about it but a couple of the guys would stick there tongues out at her...you know, and she started coming over to them and if they stuck out their tongues she would push her pussy down on it:
"So we all stuck out our tongues and opened our mouths and she'd come around and let us put our tongues in her pussy and rub herself against our faces.
"Then one of the guys said, 'I'm going to fuck you, baby.' We all started taking off our pants. I was hard as a son of a bitch and when I took my pants off my god damn cock jumps up, you know, and this bitch sees it. And she says, 'Jesus Christ.' You know, like I was deformed or something. 'Where the fuck did you get that?' she said. I couldn't say anything. She takes hold of my cock and leads me out in the middle of the floor. I remember she said, 'Come on, cock, I'm gonna see what I can do with you.' I was a hot little fucker. I mean, I was really turned on to her, you know.
"She lay down on her back with her knees up in the air. I got down between them on my knees, you know. She took hold of this big rod of mine, you know, and I just stayed on my knees. She pulled it down and starts pushing it around in her cunt, you know.
"She was wet because of all the sucking we'd done. Then she started sort of lifting her hips, you know, against my cock, sort of to see if it would go in, you know. I could feel where it was supposed to go, I mean, I could feel where she was pushing up against the head of my cock, but I knew it wasn't going to go.
"Suddenly she yells at me, 'Push, god damn it,' You know, like she was really mad at me. I got scared and started to push like a son of a bitch. I mean, I rammed that cow trying to get my meat into her. Then suddenly she screamed and threw me off her. And she cussed me. Let me tell you, she called me everything you could think of, scared the piss out of me. I mean, I thought Td really fucked up.
"Then she started to take on the other guys and I watched. Some of them had really tiny little peters. One kid couldn't get a hard-on, so he just rubbed it into her cunt until she threw him off. I was sitting where I could see her cunt. Several of the guys must have come in her because her pussy was really dripping. These guys would climb on her, and poke it up inside her and then I'd see their asses work, then they'd squirm and climb off and somebody else would climb on. What I didn't know was that she wasn't getting hers out of it.
"So finally she finishes with the last one and she sees me again. She tells me to lay down on my back. Then she stands over me. I can still see that cunt dripping down on me. I wanted to eat it. My cock was standing up there and she starts to sit down on me. I could see now she was as hot as hell. She reached down between her legs and grabbed a hold of my god damn hot rod and she starts guiding that damn wet sloppy pussy onto it. She rubbed herself on it, like back and forth, man, I felt that wet cunt all over the head of my cock, you know. Then she starts trying for another penetration. She starts sitting on my cock like it was a stool or something. I could feel her again. She was wet as hell and she was bigger than she had been, but I still didn't think she was going to be able to get down on me.
"What I didn't know was how hot she was. All of a sudden she sort of sits up and crams herself down. I thought she had rammed my prick right up inside my body. God it hurt, but when she was through she was sitting on my god damn balls. I don't know what it had done to her, but god damn she had crammed herself down until I was all the way in. She screamed and I shot off. I bucked and she tried to get away. I grabbed her around the waist and held her over me and I bucked and stabbed around in there and shot it to her.
"Finally, when I was through, she tried to get up. Instead of getting up, though she lifted me up with her, then suddenly there was this ugly sound, kind of a slurp and I came out. There was blood all over my god damn cock. I mean it was bright red and she was crying and her god damn cunt was bleeding. Hell, I thought I'd killed her.
"By then all the other guys had gotten the hell out. I jumped up, I couldn't find my pants for a minute, then I found them and I put them things on on the run. I stuffed that big bloody pecker into my pants and I thought it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen."
When he paused in his story, I heard the guy with the mustache ask, "Was she hurt?" I looked around the back of the sofa to see his face as he answered.
"I don't really know."
I could see that they both had erections. The storyteller had been silently massaging the head of his giant cock as he told the story. I had been so fascinated by the story that I'd not thought of myself, but now I realized that I, too, had an erection.
It was almost dawn when Mar finished showing the film of Sandy and me, and many of the people had begun to drift off down the stairs. The music had stopped and gone home, the smoking and drinking had subsided too.
I had thought of nothing all evening but Marlis. "Save some for me," she had said.
Before the sun came up, I fell asleep on one of the big pillows near the bandstand. I was vaguely aware of the bouncer dismantling the bandstand and of Marlis lying down next to me and drawing something over the two of us.
CHAPTER TWELVE
We slept in the big room that night, after the party. Our naked bodies were covered with whatever we found, thrown over us.
The sun woke me up early, shining down through the ceiling. Marlis was already up. As I lay, looking up through the skylight, I noticed for the first time that the glass needed washing. I studied for a long time, trying to see how one would go about doing that. I was not feeling too good. My head hurt and my stomach felt a little of hangover. I could hear Mar someplace in the big room. She was reading a magazine, I guessed, from the sound of pages turning occasionally.
After some time I called out, "Good morning."
"Good morning," Mar called back sweetly. I didn't think she sounded as if she was suffering from a hangover.
I began to get up. Mar was sitting by the big wooden table, drinking coffee. She was dressed in a furry bathrobe with great fur slippers.
"If you had your hair up in curlers you would look like Mrs. Middle America this morning," I teased her.
She said nothing but tipped the magazine toward me so that I could see the picture on the page. It was a giant color photo of two people making it in an odd position.
In spite of myself I felt my naked body responding.
"Stop," Marlis cried, then laughed.
"I have a headache, anyway," I said.
She poured me a cup of coffee, adding the cream and sugar for me as she had learned to do. Then she pushed the bottle of aspirin toward me.
"There is some orange juice in the pitcher there," she said. "Take a couple of aspirin and then look at these pictures."
"Just a second," I said and went to find my pants.
I took the aspirin and the orange juice and the coffee. Then she pushed the magazine toward me. "What's this?" I asked.
"It's a mag I work for, sometimes," she told me.
"Did you take these?" I leafed through the book, it was full of fuck pictures, but all of the best quality photography. Each one seemed to be a separate statement of some variety of sex.
"No," she said, "a friend of mine did." She poured more coffee for herself. "Look at this one." She took the magazine, turning pages rapidly until she found the picture and pushed it toward me.
I looked at it for several minutes before I began to remember that I had seen both the guy and girl someplace before; I could not remember where. The picture was one of face to face love-making of an angelic atmosphere, both the participants seemed young and vulnerable. It was quite an attractive picture.
"Both of them were here last night."
"Last night." I tried to remember, to sort out the number of people who had come last night, who could have been this innocent-looking couple.
"You remember Eddy Norwitch?" Mar said.
"Yeah. He was the weird...oh.. . . " Suddenly I realized. "These are the kids in those wild robes?"
"Right. His name is Jud. Hers is Nan." Map took a long drink of coffee and shifted in her chair uncomfortably. '"I've invited them over here today for a picture-taking session." She said it uncertainly.
"Good," I shrugged. "I think "I'll watch."
"I was hoping," she said quietly, "that you would work with them?"
I looked at her for a moment and took a long drink of coffee. I didn't want to, but I wasn't quite sure why. After all, Fd made the movie.
"We could work it all ways," she went on. "Dramatic pictures, color, figure work and so forth."
I'm kind of worried," I hesitated, "I mean, if my picture is published . . . "
"You mean about your friend from the drug store?"
"Yeah."
Mar looked at me. "I suppose you're right," she said. "The pictures would be published, nationally."
"I don't suppose she reads magazines like this, though, and she is the only one who would recognize me."
"Actually, your real name would not be published and the photographer does not have to furnish the right names...I mean, like to the police," Mar said.
I thought for a moment. Fd dug making the movie-after all it was a local thing. But this was a national magazine. There was always to be considered whether the folks back home might not get drift of it, or whether, at some time in the future, when you are a teacher or a judge or a who knows what, someone could come up to you and say, "Hey, "I've got these pictures of you, I thought your wife might want to see them." Besides I had a lot more reason not to be recognized since I'd made the movie. Mar seemed a little contemptuous of my hesitation.
"You mean the...all that . . . " She gave a wave of her hand to indicate that she understood all the possible repercussions but was not too concerned about them.
"Well, yes." I was a little embarrassed to be playing the puritan at this point. "I mean, everyone's got a family some place."
"I haven't," Mar said. "So, fortunately, I have always done just what I want."
"You had an old man, think how you would feel if he were still alive." I shook my head violently. "Hey, but wait, I didn't say I wouldn't do it, Fm just thinking about it, that's all."
"Who do you think got me started in this life," Mar said, evidently referring to her father.
I said nothing. If she wanted to make a family revelation, it was up to her.
That's right," she said, "dear Papa."
I had a bad feeling about what she might be hinting at and the keen sensation that it would perhaps be better if I didn't hear more of it.
"I told you, didn't I, that Daddy built this place?"
I nodded. She had mentioned it
"He was a painter, this was his studio at first That's why all the skylights. Then later he started having parties and that's when all the rest of it was added."
"Hey." I was a little confused, wondering why she had suddenly begun to tell me. "You don't have to tell me all of this."
"Don't you want to hear it?"
"I thought you were going to tell me about this picture-taking session we are going to have."
"I thought you wouldn't do it," she snapped.
"I didn't say that, damn it, we got off on this family thing."
"I'm sorry," she said, tucking her chin into the fur of her robe. "I didn't know the subject was taboo with you."
"It isn't, god damn it. My father runs a shoe store in Ohio. My mother loves candy and weighs three hundred pounds and I think my sister is a whore in Minneapolis, or maybe she's a secretary. I blurted it out, but the more I said, the more tangled my mind became.
"Hey, hey . . . " Mar reached out and put her hand on mine on the table. "Wait. You don't have to tell me."
"My old man's a holy roller. That's why my sister won't go home." I shrugged, all of this was making no sense at all now. "That's also why I won't go home."
"All right, all right, all right." Marlis threw up her hand. "Compared to that my old man was probably a saint." She looked at me and poured me another cup of coffee. While she stirred in the sugar and cream, she opened the fuck magazine again.
"I have several ideas for pictures," she said, becoming very professional suddenly, her eyes frowned slightly and her mouth took on an air of concentration. Her furry bathrobe might have become a tweed suit the way her elbows stuck out of it suddenly as her fingers etched little figures on the table or pointed aspects of the pictures out to me. "I've been planning this series for some time. I don't know yet how many people it will take, but they have to be just the right type." She took a drag off her cigarette and slowly let the smoke out as she chose her words. "It's going to be kind of modern...well, let me get at it this way. You remember those kids last night, there was something pure and sweet about them, yet animal. Like this picture." She tapped the magazine. "There is some kind of innocent animal carnality about them that excites me very much."
"Where do I fit into that?"
She looked at me for several seconds. "You have that same quality." Her dark eyes told me that this was a surprise she had been saving for me.
I looked up at the hot sun, nearing the peak of the glass roof.
Tdo?"
Mar went downstairs to let the innocent animal kids in when they arrived; I put on my shirt and shoes. She was talking to the boy when she brought them up the stairs, the girl trailed behind several steps.
"We'll take some in the studio here," she was saying, "and a lot on various locations." He nodded understanding..
"Paul will be working with us and later we might bring in a few others." Mar let the girl steal off to one of the big sofas, unnoticed.-She brought the boy over to the table. "Paul," she said. "This is Judson."
I turned and looked at the girl deliberately. She had curled herself up on the big sofa and sat, like a cat, watching us.
"That's Nan," Mar said. "She likes to be left alone."
That seemed to me somewhat odd, considering the enterprise we were supposed to be undertaking. When I turned back, Jud's hand was waiting to be shook.
"Jud," I said, shaking his hand. "I believe we might have met last night."
"Who knows?" he shrugged.
Mar poured more coffee. "What I want," she said, "is a series of good quality shots depicting a new kind of sex. Frank, open, honest animal sex."
Jud was a type familiar to me. He wore a pea jacket with the collar turned up, against the wind, presumably, but in reality against the world itself. His mouth had a cruel turn to it. It was a part he played, a facade, yet there was much truth to it or would one day be. He was a young man, I guessed, who had experienced too much too soon in life and had found his only defense a tolerant bitter cynicism.
Yet the boyish innocence was also there. He would smile appealingly and for a moment be all white, gleaming teeth and charm. Had this been his ,only aspect he would have been a very appealing character. However, as it alternated with growling violence, one found oneself waiting at each mood for the other to reappear.
Mar, I could see, did not share my apprehension about her friend. She showed him several of the photos in the magazine, including the one of himself and Nan. He, in turn, carried it to show Nan. I watched her carefully as she looked at the picture, she grinned in obvious delight, but said nothing.
When he came back to the table, Mar let us finish our coffee before she said, "Well lefs get started."
Mar had told me that the warehouse contained a photography studio. Her father had built it for her twentieth birthday. It was on the second floor.
I watched Nan as we went down the stairs. She was a strange creature. Her aloneness was maintained, even then. She seemed to hug the railing, slithering down like a sly cat or a snake. She was dressed in a thirties thirties' clinging dress and a very tattered old fur coat. Her hair was a dark brown and hung long and unlooked after, around her face and shoulders. Her eyes, peaking out from the ever changing patterns of hair, were half lidded but extraordinarily large and had a frightening luminescence, a vague piercing quality which at once seemed to announce that they saw right through you and did not care, that they knew all your secrets but did not bother to formulate the knowledge. I saw this when she glanced up at me on the stairway. A spark ignited deep in my loins, a spark which she saw and acknowledged with a faint faraway, yet promising, smile. I grinned back at her and felt foolish doing so.
When Mar opened the door to the photography studio she turned the other way and disappeared into another door which faced it in the hallway.
Nan moved quickly through into the darkened room and like a cat found a chair in the dark and curled up on it. Jud looked around the walls for a light switch and finding it, filled the room with a strong white light. He looked around professionally. I wondered if he had ever been in this room before. Then I wondered if he had ever been Mar's lover!
Jud looked at Nan and smiled. The communication between the two of them seemed to be complete. They spoke no words to each other but smiled or looked at each other almost constantly. Everything that happened was communicated between the two of them. I felt as though they were speaking a foreign language and as though they were-speaking about me in a tongue which I did not understand.
Mar came in, dressed in a pair of levis and an old blue shirt, which I knew without asking had once belonged to her father.
"Well, kids," she instructed us, "take off your clothes and we'll see what we can get." She had a large artist's notebook under her arm which she laid on a table and leaned over, turning page by page, studying each carefully.
Jud wandered off to a corner and was divesting himself of his pea jacket. Nan sat in her chair and effortlessly wiggled out of her tattered fur coat, letting it fall behind her and then the top of her dress slid down over her shoulders.
Mar looked up at me and then followed my gaze across to Nan. "She's a beautiful little girl." Mar's comment was studied, she looked back at her notebook.
Nan wriggled out of her skirt on the chair and sat, curled in a welter of clothes, like a white porcelain doll, still and serene. One of her breasts slipped over her arm and looked out at me, its nipple a dark brown, its form an unexpected perfection, neither large nor small, but soft and perfect. She looked up at me and smiled knowingly. This time I could not answer, but stared at her.
Naked, Jud was bigger than when he had his clothes on. He did not hunch, but stood proudly upright He patted Nan on the shoulder as though to console her, though as far as I could tell, she did not need consoling.
"You don't have to get undressed right now," Mar said to me, "unless, of course, you want to." Was she jealous of the way I looked at Nan. It seemed unlikely.
"I have to try out moods and so forth," Mar said, almost to herself. "I want to take you one at a time at first. The book will probably start with singles anyway, so maybe I can get something I can use."
"Nan," she called. "Come here."
While Nan crawled up on the stool Mar indicated, she muted the lights and lit a small spotlight On a tripod. This she used to illuminate Nan perched on the stool, her legs curled up and her head down so that her hair hung down, concealing most of her.
"Well have to do most of our work outside," Mar murmured to herself.
It was one of her habits, I realized, to talk to herself while she worked and the model who succeeded with her was the one who listened to her and realized her intentions. She took several shots of Nan, one which she seemed pleased with had Nan, facing front, her hair and shoulders relaxed, her legs hanging downward, revealing the dark triangle of hair between them. It was the relaxation she was after.
She started with Jud in this same position, sitting relaxed, a serious face, his body relaxed in every way, using barely enough muscle to keep himself on the stool.
She took several more pictures of each of them, concentrating, not on their sex organs, but on their personality. Before she was through with Jud, she called to me to take off my clothes.
When Jud crawled off the stool, he went to stand behind Nan, who was back in her chair. They looked at each other and then at me. I was nervous already and their disinterested eyes were not a help to me. Nor was Mar's professional gaze.
I had the distinct feeling I was not measuring up. Mar smiled at me professionally, trying to reassure me. The girl I had made love to everyway imaginable could not now even smile as though she knew who I was.
"You're tense, Paul," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder, massaging it lightly. "Worried about your family?"
It was an insult which I could not react to, since I had brought it up.
"Maybe this isn't my bag." I could hear the rigidity in my voice.
Mar looked at me and smiled knowingly. Everyone seemed to know something around here, but me.
"Nan," she called. "Come here."
I looked over as Nan uncurled herself from her chair. Jud stood behind her, still impassive. Nan walked toward us, her walk was serpentine, she moved over the floor toward us, her body fluid and motionless. The tenseness in my spine took a sudden new turn. Mar's hand slipped unconsciously down onto my thigh and burned there. Nan stood against me, my knee against her belly, her great luminescent eyes looking into mine. The lumps in my body reorganized themselves quickly.
"He's a little nervous," Mar said. If there was any jealousy in her it was gone. Now she was merely trying to get her job done. She stepped back and picked up her camera. I glanced at Jud one last time. He stood watching us without emotion.
Nan placed her hands on my thigh and looked up at me with open eyes. Then I saw it for the first time. Deep in her eyes was an ignited spark, the fires of hell burned in her. It was this secret that she kept at such a distance and nursed, curled up against herself.
The iron rod forged itself under her hand. My hand filled itself with her warm breast as I leaned to take her mouth in mine. From somewhere in the dark I heard the click, click of the camera.
Nan's voice, which I had not heard before, murmured down into my mouth, communicating to me the dark secret of her lust and desire where no one else could share it. Our tongues prodded and entwined, our teeth struck each other as my hand slid down over her body, feeling the perfect rounding of her hips and ass, then gentle parting of their cheeks and the dark crevasse between. I pulled her against me so that her legs parted around my leg, the warm wet fur between them against me, pushing the fire onto me until my balls ached with the hardness of my penis.
I pulled her upward over my body until her feet left the floor, not out of any desire to take her on the top of a high stool, or to accommodate the photographer, who I had entirely forgotten, with an uncommon and uncomfortable position, but because we had started in this way and the momentum could not be broken. It never occurred to me to come down off the stool, or to push her backward and lie on top of her.
Clinging to her thighs from behind, I lifted her up until her arms were around my neck and her legs were open around my hips. She helped me, pulling her body still higher, feeling the length of my cock as she did so slide down her belly toward the right position. At last we succeeded .and my cock dropped down between her legs, aiming upward. She clung, desperately to my neck as I lowered her, holding her thighs wide with my hands until I felt the tingling fur of her cunt reach for my cockhead.
And then the warm lips themselves enfolded the head of my cock. I let her slowly down as her desperate empty crevice swallowed an engorgement of my flesh hot and hard inside her.
A groan of relief suddenly escaped my lips and brought me back . 'o the fact that we were not alone. I heard the click of the camera and realized that it was but a few inches from my balls, recording for posterity the scene of my cock sliding into this beautiful, mysterious body.
I felt a ripple over my cock deep inside the girl. A tugging, tightening, sensual ripple that sent the sensations of hell's own fire burning in my loins. Nan sat still on my lap, her great dark eyes closed, her head slightly back, like a snake digesting a heavy meal in the hot sun of our one bright light. She did not move but still the waves of sensation rippled up my length inside her. It was a terrifying sensation which I had no control over, but rather possessed me and used me.
Slowly a low moan seemed to come out of her. It ascended into a fearful howl, an incantation. I grabbed her body in my arms, tightly, and holding her hard began to flex my ass against the stool, driving short strokes in to her, even through the rippling of her incredible, gripping passage.
I lifted her higher and took control, lifting her off my long pike and slamming her down on it once again, holding her down hard to savor the sweet sensation of her rippling sweet, sucking cunt all over me; then I picked her up once again and brought her down.
Vaguely I was aware that the light was changing position all around us, sometimes in my eyes, sometimes it seemed to be behind us. I no longer heard the click of the camera though I suppose I was aware of it in that small portion of my mind that had not slipped down my spine and oozed out the long rod of my flesh where it now threatened with each aching stroke to spurt violently out into her.
At this last moment, I took her hips themselves in my hands and, gripping them with hard hands, bounced her off my lap with rapid short strokes. The turbulence built inside me like a tornado, swelling up my body until I was only a penis about to spurt into an unknown crevice all that I was possessed of, my mind, my muscles, all of my organs bent now to only one requirement, one all consuming need. The need to rid my body of the fluid that boiled and burned inside me, the need to deliver into the hot demanding body the meal that it craved, the fluid that would put out all the unendurable fires.
Nan screamed when the explosion began, a long low ritual scream. My arms were wrapped hard around her waist, still bouncing her against me, even though the pleasure of it verged on desperate pain as my ejaculation eased off and my body began to lose its stiffness and contortion.
When it was over it was the stiffness of my prick inside her that held her on my lap atop the high stool, my arms were without strength. Her body draped against mine, her howl subsided to a low whimper, her arms hung limply down.
It was Jud, who, putting his arm under her shoulders and lifting her off my still-solid stake, took her up like a sleeping baby in his arms and, kissing her tenderly, carried her back to her chair.
Mar was covered with sweat when we had finished, her dark hair clung around her neck and forehead, her old blue shirt stuck to her, bringing out the form of her upper body, proving that she wore no bra.
The thought struck me that she was sexually excited. Some bits of information began to put themselves together in my mind. The parties her father used to throw, her in this house. She perhaps, had grown up on other peoples sex, and it had left its mark on her, not a bad mark, but a distinction in her personality.
She was breathing heavily and smiling brightly as she came over to me. Putting her hand on my thigh, she kissed me ardently on the mouth.
"That was wonderful," she said breathlessly. I think we got some good shots there." She turned toward Jud and Nan sitting in the chair, still smiling happily. "I want to do some stills now," she said, "or at least what I call still lives." She went across the room to get her notebook.
Jud's eyes locked for a second on mine and the current of absolute hostility passed between us. I glanced at Nan, sitting in the chair, her great secret giving eyes had retreated under the flush of brown hair once again but her face glowed hotly in the reflection of the single hot light.
Mar came back with several sheets of paper which she spread on the floor and sat down. I walked behind her and looked at them over her shoulder.
The papers were in fact renderings of pictures she intended to take, pencil sketches of exact scenes and cropping with notations in the corners as to the size of blowups and the type of film to be used. Leaning on her knees she considered them one at a time, sorted them out and then made still more notes on the bottom of the pages.
"You draw well," I said softly so as not to cut into her consideration.
She did not answer for a moment, then looked up over her shoulder with a sardonic smile on her lips.
"Papa was an artist," she said.
The picture she had in her hand had the title "P and B series."
She held it up. "Let's try these," she said. "Then we'll have some lunch. What I want," she explained, getting up, "is a series of close-ups of just a prick and a tit with nobody showing."
She handed Jud a sketch of a flaccid penis pushed into the side of a full breast.
"I can crop," she told him, but I need as much room as I can get, so try to keep your leg back as far as you can and try not to get it up because I want several shots of it soft." She smiled at him as though these were not the most natural instructions in the world.
"I don't know exactly how we are going to do it," she said. "Paul would you get me that bench over there."
I brought it quickly and, removing the stool, put the bench in its place.
"Nan," Mar called. "Now this won't be too difficult for you, just sit still and lift your breast out as much as possible." She sat Nan down properly on the bench and maneuvered Jud next to her so his penis was nested into her breast. "Rotate yourself out so I can get your leg out of it," she instructed.
Jud did as he was told, pushing his pelvis forward so that his genitals pressed into the side of Nan's breast very much as in the sketch.
Quickly Mar got her camera and readjusted the light. "Okay," she called. "Now, Jud, turn just a little to face me...there, that's right." Quickly I heard the camera click, not once, but several times.
Jud's penis slowly lengthened against Nan's breast. He tried to control it, but could not I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't help it."
"It's all right," Mar said. She continued to snap as Jud's penis jerked upright and at last it stood dark and hard across Nan's breast.
She maneuvered him this way and that pushing Nan backward and forward, and always clicking her camera. She pressed the big phallus between Nan's breasts and under them and down from the top of them. She took very close-up shots with a different camera of the giant head of his penis pressing gently into one side of her nipple.
As I watched her work in this way, now with a detachment and concentrated authority, I realized she was indeed an artist, that she used her own sexual feeling to excite her to the tempo at which she could create, to arouse in herself the energy to build the moment to a pitch at which she could get the picture she wanted. Her careful planning, all the sketches, they were not the working of an overwrought sexual nature or a frustrated voyeur but rather it was the other way around, she brought her sexual nature into the service of her art.
The human genitals to her were as flowers or landscapes; the entire area of human sexuality for her was a study in beauty, her own sexuality an active part of it
She took several pictures before lunch, ending with his prick deep in Nan's mouth and several shots of his sperm flowing onto her tongue.
I had dressed quickly after my part in it and stood at a good distance, unwilling, somehow, to expose that part of me which was interested and excited by what was happening, unwilling also to dilute by my presence what was obviously a deep working harmony of the three people involved.
When they were through, Mar was flushed and excited. "Good," she cried when they had finished. "Really nice," she kept repeating as she watched Jud and Nan dress. "I think we got some really good shots. Really Nan," she cried in enthusiasm, "you should have seen the look on your face when he started to come. It was absolutely angelic." She took Nan's face enthusiastically in her hands. "Absolutely what I want," she cajoled a reluctant grin out of the girl.
Then, perhaps carried away by her enthusiasm, she took Jud's face in her hands as she had Nan's, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. "You were beautiful, as always," she said softly.
A shot of jealousy raced through my body. i remembered the look he had flashed me. He considered himself my rival for Marlis!
"You were beautiful, as always." What did she mean by that? Then suddenly I was aware of how stupidly I was feeling. How could one have a jealousy of this sort under these circumstances. How foolish it was of me. And yet had I not detected a note of it in Mar's voice when she had approached Nan and me earlier? All of this was uncertain and unreal, I had no way of knowing what was really happening.
Mar ushered us out of the studio after that, and back upstairs for the promised lunch. I wanted desperately to be alone with her, but she seemed to want to continue what, for her, had been the euphoria of a good day's work. We drank wine and ate sandwiches around the table near the fireplace. Overhead, the sky, always so palpable in this room, was clouding over.
I did not speak to Jud during the meal and he did not speak to me. I wondered if Mar was aware of this, aware that we had commenced, perhaps against both our wills, a struggle for her attention.
At the table, I must confess, I did not do well in my competition for Mar's attention. Jud, who was still basking in his more recent success in front of the camera, showered her with his boyishness, the ultimate manifestation of which she had so recently been involved with, and so obviously enjoyed.
By the time they had gone I was feeling sorry for myself, I had spoken quietly to Nan as they left, thanking her for the good time. She smiled up at me invitingly. Neither Jud nor I made any attempt at leave taking.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was building a fire in the fireplace when Mar came back from seeing them out. She stooped behind me and put her hand on my cheeks as I knelt on the stone hearth.
It was a good day for me, Paul," she said quietly, by way of apology.
"I know," I answered.
"It wasn't for you, was it?"
"Part of it was," I said coolly.
I felt rather than saw her grin. "I was jealous," she said.
Of all the things in this strange world of hers I wanted to hear it was that
"So was I." I said it so softly I thought she had not heard.
After a moment though, she said, "I know." One of her hands slipped playfully into my hair.
"They're funny kids," she said after a moment, m have to tell you about them sometime." She sat down on the hearth facing me. I put a match to the fire I had been building all the while. "It's a very strange setup they have over there," she said uneasily.
"Stranger than this?" I looked at her.
Her body stilled for a moment as she considered what I had said. "Is this so strange to you?" she asked, a little defensively.
I shook my head. I did not want to spoil her mood. "It seems like it," I said, frowning a little to show that it was confusion I felt, not reproach.
She held her arms around her knees and leaned her head back, looking at the dark sky. "I guess it is," she said. "It's been this way all my life, so I never think about it"
"You're a liberated woman." I looked up at the first spots of the inevitable evening ram hitting the glass roof. "Rich, beautiful, sexually free." I reached out my hand and began unbuttoning her blue shirt.
A large sigh filled her chest pressing her breasts against the faded blue fabric. Her eyes fell from the falling rain to my face and then toward the fire, which was beginning to burn brightly.
"Paul," she murmured lowly. "Would you be shocked if I told you that I am falling in love with you?" She shook her head and looked at me frankly. "Or . . . " she said slowly, "I think I am." She looked back into the fire. "I want to make love to a man I think I'm in love with, Paul." She closed her eyes tightly and admitted, "I've never done that before." She did not open them 'til I drew my lips from hers.
"Please don't say anything," she said, looking into my eyes. "I don't want you to he to me, and I don't want to know the truth. I just want to believe. Just once to believe it means something." She drew herself to me.
I felt her tears on my cheeks as we kissed. I said nothing, as she had asked me not to, nor do I know what I would have said. Slipping my arm under the back of her shirt I drank of the moments of warmth and happiness I knew she was offering me.
We gathered some pillows off the nearby sofas and laid them down on the broad, rough hearth. Naked we lay upon them before the fire.
"This is the only place in your house I really feel comfortable," I told her. With my finger, I traced a line down to her navel and then leaned over and kissed her there..
She was looking up at the pelting rain. "I know," she sighed. "I always find you here." She motioned indistinctly with her hand toward the great empty room. "There is a corner over there behind those big hanging vines that I've always liked; I have several books there." She put her hands under her head and a contemplative look passed over her face. Her body, naked and glowing in the reflected fire, stood forth-rightly outlined. I put my hand on her belly, warmed by its nearness to the fire. "I used to lie there and peek through the vines when my dad had his parties."
She smiled to herself. "Once when he didn't know I was there he brought a woman over and made love to her behind that sofa. I watched them through the vines. It was very exciting." She looked at me, perhaps to see if I was shocked. "It's very exciting to see your old man make it, do you know that?" She grinned.
I could not help dropping my eyes from hers. i shook my head. She went on as though she had not noticed. "He had the biggest prick I had ever seen until I met Jud."
I was sitting up, leaning on one arm looking down at her. She must have seen me stiffen, because she said. "Fm sorry. Does that sort of thing bother you?"
"Not until now." I looked at her, somehow determined to pursue the subject. "Are you hung up on big cocks because your old man had one?" I asked her nonchalantly.
She moved her body slightly so her hand snuggled into my lap and filled itself with my half-erect penis. "I don't like little ones," she said. That's why I like you.
"Kiss me, Paul. Kiss me everywhere."
I looked from her wide-open eyes down the soft curves of her body glowing red in the firelight. I heard the ratatat of the rain on the window overhead. I bent my head to do what she had asked.
My lips contacted her warmed flesh under the breast. I kissed her with an open mouth and heard the deep, exhaled sigh, as she must have closed her eyes. My tongue moved gently over her, kissing, tasting, probing lightly.
With her hands in my hair she gently urged my face toward hers and kissed me long and questioningly on the mouth and eyes, and then insinuated my face, her loved tool, toward her breast. My lips covered her nipple and rolled it into my mouth, pulling, gently sucking.
"Oh, Paul," she murmured, "Why isn't it always like this?" Hunching over her, my midsection was out of her reach, so her hand ran slowly up and down my spine and onto my buttocks. "You have such strong, hard muscles," she said, not to me but to her own hand, which lightly gripped the large muscle of my hip.
My lips followed their own volition down her belly toward die soft hair. "I love you, Paul," she said, as my hands ran down over the smooth rounding of her hips. Her thighs fell silently apart as my head urged itself between them.
My tongue played in the sweet-tasting tangle of hair for a moment before it slipped downward toward the fire-lit lips, those lips I kissed with an open-mouthed passion, urging my face and mouth and tongue down and in until my face was wet with her sweetness.
Her hips rotated slowly against the pillows, and I felt her hand, perhaps unknown to herself, slip off my buttocks and between my thighs, claiming for herself the goods of my body that hung there.
"Paul!" she gasped. "I do love you." She seemed on the verge of tears as she grasped the bag hanging into her hand with more force than she should.
She sat up suddenly, throwing her arms around my waist and pulling her succulent lips away from mine.
She hugged me as hard as she could around my waist, burying her face in my side, kissing me, hugging my body against her; I could feel her tears break against my skin.
I heard and understood the muffled words she spoke into my flesh. "Make love to me, Paul. Make love to me."
I rolled myself in her grasp and took her shoulders in my hands, pushing her back; there were tears in her dark eyes, tears of anguish and passion that I did not understand. Her arms, like the tentacles of some unknown predatory plant, determined to draw whatever it touched into its center and devour it, wrapped themselves around me again and clung to me.
Her legs, as we toppled over onto the pillows, wrapped themselves around my loins, locking me into the eternal embrace of nature, as cascades of animal sounds poured out of us as I completed the primal kiss.
Our bodies moved together with terrifying urgency; it was far too late to toy with each other or kiss or talk. The primitive jackhammering of my hips, the plunging frenzy of my flesh pounding into hers, of our flesh coming together filled the room with cries and slaps, until after only moments, our cries mounting to hoarse screams. Our bodies throbbing, we contorted together, the exchange of life's fluid took place deep and unseen, our purpose and passion spent together.
I do not know how much later I woke up. The rain had not abated, but seemed to be coming down even harder on our glass canopy, and the fire was a smoldering ruin.
It was the sensation of itching that woke me up, a tingling, twitching itch centered in my ball bag. We were still locked in embrace, she still clung to my penis, now long and flaccid inside her. Slowly, so as not to awaken her, I disengaged myself, desperate all the while to scratch. It was the drying sperm, come and sweat that made me itch so damnably; the evidence of our juncture had encrusted my groin.
Having satisfied this need, I put more wood on the fire and blew on it quietly to get going. It was with a sense of happiness and contentment that I realized the night was not yet over, that our private world, sunken in the sheets of rain, was still private. I stood up and looked down at Marlis, the girl I was now sure I loved. She had rolled over as I lifted myself off her, and now the fullness of her hip, the round, smooth mound that tapered over to her knee that touched the floor, holding her on her side. Her body began to glow in the newly crackling fire as it had done before, but now I viewed it without the heat of desire. I leaned down and put my hand on the rounded top of her hip to see if it were getting too hot from the fire. Then I sat down, pulled my legs into my arms and rested my chin on my knees to wait.
My gaze must have been hot on her face, for her eyes opened soon and she looked up at me with no change of expression. With my lips I formed the impression of a kiss, and she closed her eyes once again, somehow reassured.
"I love you." The words crept out of me without the strength of a declaration, more like an admission, but they must have held conviction, because a slow, pleasurable, happy smile crept over her face. Her hand crept forward and covered my foot, squeezing it gently, and at last using it to pull herself toward me, to pull her face to my foot and my foot to her lips. She bit my toes and kissed my horny foot, ran her tongue over the bones of my ankles and pulled the hair on my leg with her lips, moving slowly up my legs, pulling them out straight on the floor.
I lay back and looked up at the pouring rain, awaiting the approach of her sweet, warm mouth up my open legs.
The scent of our previous lovemaking must have been heavy. Her nose nuzzled deeply the soft contours of my satisfied organs.
There seemed no drive in the soft pleasure she was taking; she seemed not to be providing pleasure so much as taking it, though in taking it she gave me one of the sweetest sensations of my life.
I lay looking at the rain or the top of her head, or, at most, her brow. I felt her tongue licking my scrotum and no doubt tasting the dried juices there. She sucked my balls one at a time, taking them into her mouth, gently now so as not to hurt me, and then rolled her head so as to catch the long, drooping length of my peter over her nose, she held it up for me to see on her nose, smiling at me as though she just remembered I was there.
"Hah," I grinned. "You're going to get yourself in trouble down there."
She tipped her head slightly, catching the great, flaccid worm on her tongue as it slid off her nose. Quickly she coaxed it into her mouth as you would a gigantic noodle, her lips formed around it in an exaggerated pucker. She slid her mouth down its now growing length 'til her lips encircled the haired base and the slowly stiffening length nestled and curled inside the warm, active cavity of her mouth.
The deep stirring in my groin began to grow more agitated; I began to feel the urge to rotate my hips.
She sucked in her cheeks so as to tighten her grip and slowly slid her mouth off toward the growing head which had been nestled in the back of her throat. As she did so, the stem, as if by being exposed to the air, hardened--almost as if she had determined the final shape with her lips.
I could not control the gasp that came out of me as the glans head awakened and flared in her mouth, like an enraged cobra, or the heavy breathing that came over me.
"That's beautiful," I said, drawing the words out without realizing it. "Don't stop."
Her lips closed tightly around the shaft behind the head, and she moved her mouth slowly back and forth the small distance that she could, looking now at me, giving me pleasure deliberately.
Her own body lay stretched out between my legs, her feet near the fire, her head in my lap. I had this view of her as she worked on me, her sloping back, the rounded curve of her buttocks. She had her elbows under her now, and all of her fingers toyed with my balls, the bag tightening as my excitement grew.
I reached down with my hand and placed one finger on her cheek, still sucked in, tightly hugging the bulbous head. I felt it slide inside her mouth, saw the shadow of its slow progress across her cheek, back and forth, from front to back; as she moved, it stayed solid and upright.
There is no describing the sensation as one slowly feels the sinking of one's consciousness, in fact all the sensation of the mind and body, sinking, or being drawn out of one, being replaced with the warm and then hot spreading glow, and then building still more to a pain of heat until one is nothing but a great throbbing cock-the whole body is a giant pump whose sole purpose is the production of a few spoonfuls of fluid. What a great trick it is on our egos that we are so often brought back to earth in this way.
"Mar!" I called suddenly through a great catch in my throat. "Don't! Stop! I'm about to come." The first small contraction had already begun. "Not this way!" I cried, "not yet!"
I believe she was disappointed as she withdrew her mouth from its heavy tit.
"I've already come twice," I apologized. Finally gaining control of myself, I looked down at her. "Wow!" I said. "Fm sorry, baby, that was nice, but we've got all night." She smiled at me. I took her face in my hands, an action that reminded me of the afternoon, and leaned forward to kiss her still warm lips. I'm sorry, darling," I couldn't stop apologizing. "You can suck me 'til the cows come home later. We've got all night."
I felt of myself, tried to bend my erection down to ensure that it would be controlled. Marlis grinned at me now, forgetting her disappointment.
"I love doing that," she said cheerfully. She looked down at my cock, still standing hot and red. "Is it going to be all right?" she asked, as you might inquire after someone's toe you've stepped on.
"Yes," I laughed, "I caught it in time."
We smiled into each other's eyes for a long time before I got up and put more wood on the fire.
Mar lay back in the pillows where I had been and looked up at the rain. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she sighed. "Here in front of the fire, with the rain coming down like that."
I turned to look at her body glowing red, each curve of her flesh emphasized by a dark shadow. i looked at the dark triangle of matted hair between her legs and knew instantly what I would do. I dropped to my knees quickly and bent to fill my mouth with the matted dark hair. So dry was it, and so heavily encrusted with come and sweat, that it was stiff against my tongue. I slathered it with my spit, wetting it, relishing its taste and smell. I filled my mouth and nostrils with its aroma. My cock, which had begun to subside, arched rigidly upward again, trapped between my thighs and down-bent belly.
The flesh of her cunt was soft and giving under my tongue and lips. I licked the hairy outer lips clean, from the crease that divides the mound of Venus from the bottom bulge of the buttocks to the sweet reservoir of her navel. I licked several times, tasting, smelling each drop, each succulent odor, drawing them into my mouth and nose.
"Paul!" she screamed suddenly. "Paul, i can't stand it!" Her hips ground themselves into my mouth. "Oh, no!" she shuddered.
My mouth became a frenzied sex organ, opened as wide as I could open it, filled with her hot, streaming, hairy lips. I could not stop biting and prodding her deep insides with my tongue. The more she wailed the more excited I became.
"Ooooooh fuck!" she cried. "Oh, nor
Grabbing her legs, I drew them up in the air over my head and held them there with my hand on the bottom of her thighs, never for a moment stopping the pummeling my mouth was giving her soft, open wound of a cunt. The come was running in her. I lapped it with my tongue, swallowing it, savoring it as it slid over my tongue.
I made a point of my tongue and drew it into her hole, roughly jacking it in and out of the soft, giving passage, tasting in my frenzy the pungent-ness of her depth.
Suddenly her thighs clasped themselves around my ears, holding my head immobile; still my tongue reached toward the hot furnace between her legs. She screamed soft and low as her body twisted first to one side, then the other.
After several moments of this her legs relaxed and she ceased to move. My face sank back into the open maw. I took a deep breath and buried my face in the wet, yielding flesh.
"Oh, Paul...Paul...I...My god...what are you trying to do, I can't stand any more. Please, please...Stop! . . . " She was exhausted and out of breath. "Please, Paul, that tongue of yours. Please stop." Slowly I lifted my face out of her seething crotch and looked at her exhausted, satiated face. She looked down at me and managed a weak grin. "Your face," she said. "My god, your face." She reached down between her own searing thighs and took my wet face in her hands.
She drew me up and kissed my mouth, drawing my tongue and sucking it, her lips and tongue avidly savoring the taste of herself on my face. She kissed and licked my face, wet from ear to ear with her own juices.
When she had finished, we lay back together and looked up at the rain.
"Is there any way up on the roof?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Let's go out in the rain," I said, pulling her up.
We went up a long flight of stairs leading from the hallway to an entry in the roof. I unbolted the door and pushed it open. The rain cascaded in on us.
We turned instinctively against it. "Come on," I yelled, and we plunged sideways out the door into the cold downpour.
Underfoot I felt the cinders of the rooftop hard and sharp. We had come up on the back of the building right next to the rising glass canopy that arched on its steel beam over the main room. Looking down we saw the flicker of the fire on the wide stone hearth and the mounds of pillows, the imprint of our bodies still discernible.
Our bodies and hair streamed with rain in a few moments. I grabbed her in my arms and ran my hands over her back playfully.
"You're covered with goose bumps," I called, over the welter of rain on the glass.
There was a low wall that ran round the top of the roof. The floods of rain ran toward the drain in the middle of the building. Mar grabbed my hand and, reacting against the need to keep moving, we ran around the inside of the wall, looking down. Broadway ran in front of the building, almost deserted on this night, with its callers and barkers under umbrellas huddled in their doorways, its tourists and whores forgotten. On the left was the side of an old hotel which Mar said was used variously as a rooming house, a hotel, a whorehouse, and even a boarding school for bartenders.
"Anyone looking out of those windows can see us," she told me, laughing. "I've been watched before," I yelled.
"I've seen plenty through those windows from here, too," she laughed.
On the other side of the building was the alley in which was located the door into the studio part of the building itself.
"Hey, what's on the bottom floor of this building?"
"A nightclub. Didn't you know that?"
There's your door," I said, leaning out to see if I was right. "Hey, there is someone back there."
"Where?" she leaned out, too. There was something white moving toward the back of the alley, dimly discernible in the sheets of rain.
"What's back there?"
The two buildings come together and there's a sort of loading alcove." Mar's voice had lowered several steps. Grinning like children on a prank, we sneaked toward the back of the building and slowly stuck our heads over the side.
Directly on the other side of the narrow alcove facing the opposite wall, a sailor, his uniform drenched with rain, his pants down around his knees, was thrusting into something unseen against the wall in front of him. The dim, irregular sound of groaning and gasping drifted up to us through the heavy drops of rain.
"Somebody's getting some head," I said.
Marlis laughed under her breath. "Some hard up whore, that," she said.
"More likely a boy." We giggled quietly together, then I forgot about the alley and what was happening below. I tugged lightly at her shoulder, pulling her up from the wall. Her hair was streaming down around her face; her body was cold under my arm and running with rain. I pulled her to me, our bodies crushed together. I leaned and kissed her on the full cold lips, my cock trying to rise against the pressure of her cold stomach.
"Is there any place up here we can fuck?" i panted into her ear.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes." She led me to the back corner of the roof. "There's a sunbathing pallet here someplace," she said.
My body shivered from the cold and desire that had suddenly taken possession of me.
AH the tension of our playing in front of the fire suddenly welled in me and I could hold back no longer.
"I've got to fuck you right here." I shoved her roughly down on the narrow pallet. Her body glared white in the drenching rain; I threw myself down on top of her. My body throbbing urgently, I pinned her shoulders down with my forearms and thrust her knees apart with my leg.
Her resistance incensed me. "Stop it!" I yelled at her. I forced her knees apart
"Paul!" she screamed. "Paul, wait!"
"Shut up!" I screamed at her. I rammed my hips between her thighs, forcing them open. Somewhere I was aware that they were cold and clammy against my hips. My cock hard as steel once again, I pounded at her, trying to find the hole.
I cursed her violently, forgetting even who she was, or that I knew her. I kept stabbing and feeling the cock slide first up her belly, then down over her rump.
Her arms suddenly clung to me, holding me to her. She cried out to me. "Paul! OH PAUL!"
In a frenzy of heat I stabbed my hand between our bodies and grabbed my cock. Holding tight I rammed the head into her cunt and aimed it at the hole at the bottom. Gaining entrance at last, I plunged into her, a heavy grunting tearing at me as I rammed my body down on hers. She was mine, my bitch, my mare. I paid her whining no attention. Her tears and crying out sent only more heat to my mind.
I made her body support my full weight, only my hips leapt off her and plunged back again, sending the long rod of steel stabbing into her.
Gasping painfully she tore at my back with her fingernails, beat on me with her fists, gurgled and coughed in the driving floods of rain, and wrapped her legs hard around my back. I plowed her open furrow with bludgeoning force, arching my back and driving with everything in me all the way into her each time, feeling the topmost part of her passage grab the tip of my prick, and hearing the breath leave her body with each stunning blow.
Her screams suddenly turned to tormented growls. Her head came up and her mouth closed on my shoulder.
Driven by the pain in my shoulder I lurched harder into her 'til the pain spread from all corners of my body, from my bruised groin to the sharply bitten shoulder and cascaded down my spine, tingling and arousing every muscle.
Then, without warning, a consuming shudder swept over me; deep in my guts the dam had already burst. Convulsions exploded in my spine, shaking the teeth out of my shoulder. Deep out of sight gasps of sperm racked out of me, deep potent streams of fluid sprayed the ravaged body under me, thrilled the throbbing, lusting cunt, drenching like a fire hose a burning building, 'til the fire was at last out, drowned, cold and wet.
When it was over our bodies collapsed into the hard pallet, hers under mine, wet with the rain, steaming with hot come and even sweat.
We lay like animals in the rain, crying and saying nothing.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I do not know how we got down from the roof, or built the fire up again or how long we sat in front of it, shivering and cold, or if we slept
It was what I was trying not to think about that I was aware of, what filled my mind and kept me from thinking of anything. The fire had blazed and died before I found myself able to speak. It was dark and Mar swung in a hanging chair beside me. Both of us looked into the fire more than at each other.
"You like the rain, don't you?" Mar said. I felt she was testing the atmosphere between us.
"Yes," I answered, "very much."
"You're in good spirits."
I could say nothing. I leaned back and looked into the fire. I thought of the big black man whose story I had heard at the party. It seemed now like such a sad, silly tale. It seemed so strange that such a quirk of nature could so change and govern a life.
"Have you ever had a black lover?" I asked her quite suddenly.
Her face showed that she was startled by the question. "Sure," she said, looking at me quizzically.
I met her gaze, trying myself to decide why I had asked the question, and giving up, I grinned and said, "Good."
Her eyes held on my face, strong and immobile. "I just realized how little I really know you," she said thoughtfully.
Her seriousness made me a little uneasy. "Why?"
"When you asked that I hadn't the faintest notion what you were talking about."
I grinned as disarmingly as I could.
"It was nothing, really, I don't even know why I said it."
"I wonder what time it is?" she said pensively. "God, we're out of wood."
She turned back to me, somehow engaging me once again. "There is a door in the hall just as you come in. That's where I keep the extra wood."
I got up quickly and went to the hall.
"He was a great big guy," she called out after me.
I filled my naked arms with the heavy rough wood and carried it toward the big wicker wood basket near the fireplace.
"Big muscle bound dude," she continued. "Big prick on him."
"Hey ;. . you don't have to tell me about it," i interrupted her.
"No, I haven't thought about him in a long time, let me tell you."
She sat up amid the pillows and stretched her hands towards the fire, the room had begun to cool. "For some reason I thought I was really gone for him. Not in love, I don't mean. It was . . . " she frowned for a moment and then smiled. "Lust," she laughed aloud.
"I couldn't wait It was one of Dad's parties so I dragged him off to my corner and started in on him. He had this god damn monster, you know, but he couldn't get it up." She smiled, apparently remembering the big Negro with pleasure.
"So what happened."
"Well," she grinned now, "when all else fails a girl can always suck. And let me tell you, I sucked like I've never sucked anything before. He just lay back and enjoyed it. I couldn't believe it. Td never seen a man like that then or since. Most men, when they're not up the first couple of minutes, they start to panic, you know?" she looked at me for confirmation.
I smiled seriously and shrugged my shoulders. "Who knows?" I said, a bit too casually.
"Well, yeah. If you've never had the problem."
She started laughing out loud. "Anyway, every time I would get this dude up so I could get on him, he would fall apart under me. You have never seen anyone as frustrated as I was, and he just lay there; the son of a bitch, and grinned at me."
We laughed quietly together, looking into the fire. "So anyway," she continued after a moment "I kept him around for about three days and he never did get it on for me."
"Three days?"
"I guess I was trying to figure it out, or my pride was involved or something. So finally I told
Dad about it. He had been teasing me about my black stud anyway and he just started to laugh-He told me that the guy was into so many things that he didn't have time for sex, or energy or something like that. He said there were people who were so heavy into the hustling thing, like for money or something, that they lose their sex altogether."
That kind of jibes," I said, lying back on the pillow. "Like dope peddlers on the street and so forth, they are never into sex."
That's the point," she said, turning to look down at me. "Later, I found he was an "H" user. It's the dope that kills the sex.
"Anyway, that's the story of my only black man. I never really thought about it again," she said. "I suppose I just drew some conclusions from it"
I looked at her, unaware that a frown had spread across my face.
"Wait! Wait! Wait," she laughed, I'm not making any generalizations."
"I wouldn't accuse you of that," I said.
"Why not?" she said, studying my face quite seriously.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I don't think I would feel safe getting into an intellectual argument with you."
"Wow," she looked at me incredulously. "You mean you can say that just like that."
"What?"
"What you just said."
"Sure."
She looked at me quizzically for several moments then turned and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I doubt," she said, "that I am your intellectual superior." She deliberately overemphasized the last two words.
"I kind of assumed," I said. "How much school have you had?"
"Surely you don't think that has anything to do with it?"
"I don't know," I said. "I don't have the experience."
"Well, I have the whole schmatta," she said, "and I can tell you, it doesn't." She became quiet suddenly. "I've been in all the big, classy schools in this state. All I ever was in any of them was John Barr's daughter. He's a big name in the art schools and once they found out, that was it. I mean, they don't take women seriously anyway, not in art, but if you're the daughter of a well-known artist, then baby, you are just cashing in."
"Are there any great female artists," I asked.
"What the hell do I care," she said flatly.
"I didn't mean that."
"I know you didn't." She leaned back and slipped her arm under my back and put her head on my shoulder. "I think it's getting light out," she said.
"Tired," I asked.
"Uh ha," she murmured.
"One more time," I said.
She looked up into my face. "One more time," she said and slid her other arm around my belly. "I've never enjoyed it so much."
"Neither have I," I answered. "Every time my belly touches yours, I think it will never be that beautiful again."
"I love the weight of you on top of me, your body pressing down on my breasts."
I slipped one hand over her breast, tickling her lightly. "Think of me," I said, "when I lower my body down on yours and feel your breasts under me, feel them against my chest."
A small chill ran through her body. "The feel," she said, "of your hip on the insides of my thighs. I want to spread them wider so that you can come even further into me but I like the feeling of them so much I sometimes close them and I like to put my leg around you so I can feel you work." She kissed me softly on the chest. "Let's get a mirror sometime, so I can watch your ass go up and down."
"You want to know the very best moment for me?"
"Yes," she said, "then when that moment comes I'll know its good for you."
"When I'm already lying down on top of you and I raise my hips and point it at you."
"Aaaaaaahh," she sighed.
"When my cock first touches your cunt. Their lips. Right then, just before I push in. Right when my cock first pushes against your lips and starts to slip in."
"Is that why you pause sometimes, right when you've just come in a little bit, because you like it?"
"Yeah, I used to dream about that when I was a kid, you know, the first moment. When I would fuck a woman for the first time. I could almost feel those warm hairy things cover the head of my dick when I was a kid."
"I know what you mean," she said. "When I was little what I thought of was when a man, and he was always the most gorgeous man in the world," she giggled a little, "when he was all the way in me and then smiled down at me. That was it; the look I always imagined on his face when he was all the way in me for the first time."
"How did he look?"
"Oh...he smiled beautifully." She nestled her face into my chest again. "You know," she said, "I never thought of the penis itself when I was little. I never thought of that until I saw my father's. It was so huge and I never realized."
She moved her head and looked down at mine. It had grown half erect and now came up completely under her gaze.
"Such proud arrogant things they are," she said. "Look at him, standing up like that, demanding that he be taken care of."
I looked down at him too. Standing up out of my body. She looked at my face.
"You're the servant, aren't you."
I nodded. Yes, that was true, I was the servant
"You're the servant," she repeated. "He is the master. And he needs me, doesn't he?" She looked up at me again. "That's the truth, isn't it? Without a woman, he isn't complete, is he? He can't do his thing at all?" She thought of this happily for a few minutes.
"That's what I've never understood before. i always thought the man was the master but the man is the servant." She reached out and squeezed him with gentle familiarity. "Hello, master of men," she said to my cock. "You're a beauty."
I'm going to do a series of photos with that as the theme," she said suddenly.
"That's not all though," I said. "You're his servant as much as I am."
She looked at my red prick, silent, considering if she wished to be his servant also. "Yes . . . " she said slowly. "In a way you're right...he is the symbol, isn't he."
Mar removed her arm from around my waist and I relaxed into the pillows.
"Don't play with our new master."
Mar leaned over me so that one of her fine brown nipples settled down on the raised head of my penis.
"Except for that a man is whole, isn't he?" she said. "He owns himself, but this," she moved her breast around, smearing her nipple with the beads of come, ". . . but this you don't own." She smiled up at me. "This is like your plug into nature and everything."
"And women," I asked.
"They have an empty hole in them."
"It's supposed to be the perfect plan," she went on.
"It isn't though, is it? It would be perfect if each of us was complete, instead of provided with a connection which we always have to worry about getting connected."
Mar laughed out loud. "I can't see you having any trouble getting connected."
"Nor you." I looked at her face and breasts hanging down, covering the head of my dick. "You're a beautiful girl. Come on and fill up your hole with my cork or whatever you called it"
"Your plug into nature," she said. "Your great big, beautiful, hard plug into my natural, empty hole of nature. I want to feel you filling me up, to feel that big prick spitting into my guts."
She swung a leg over my body and began lowering herself down toward my standing penis. Knowing the sinking point of her own body, she did not miss, but came directly down on me, enveloping me inside herself.
"Aaaaah. That is so good," she said.
I felt the open lips gnawing away at my ball bag.
"Fuck me, baby," I said, my voice becoming lower. "Fuck me like I fucked you."
"I can't," she said. "I would if I could."
"I know, I was teasing. I don't have the energy anyway."
She raised her ass slightly up off my crotch, sliding a few inches up the length of my cock.
She moved on me for several minutes. Tired as I was I had no need now to push the climax, but rather desired the feel of our bodies being joined.
Later, though, as the heat began to build in me and she became tired, I put my heels into the floor and began stabbing up into her. She leaned over me so that her breasts hung down onto my chest and her hips were above me. I slammed at her from the floor, lurching in and out of her, my full length until the almost dry well of my body began once more to pump in short hot spasms. I felt almost the rack of pain as there seemed very little to be pumped out of me.
She collapsed down on me with a heavy contented sigh.
"Paul," she murmured. "Paul, thank you. I'm sorry it's over."
I lay awake only a moment longer, thinking of the terrifying scene on the roof. My shoulder still hurt a little and showed teeth marks.
Was Mar right about it Was it a marvelous experience? I could not even remember what had happened. I drifted off to sleep.
It was mid-morning when I woke up with a start. I had been dreaming, Janice crying, Charlie accusing me.
I looked down at Mar. She had known. She had seen me come apart. I had raped her. There was no reason.
The knot of fear grew larger as I remembered the incredibly pleasant conversation we had had after, both of us knowing what had happened.
What was happening to me?
Quickly I got up and found my clothes.
Once in the street I had the sensation of having escaped danger, of being once again free. I began to walk rapidly away and my mind whirled madly around and around.
I felt sand under my feet heard the rocking squeak of boats moored in the harbor of the city pier.
At last I lay down in the sand.
I lay in the hot sand, letting the sun beat down on me for a long time. Above me the sky was clear, there would be no rain tonight, the rainy season was over.
I thought of Mar, lying as I had last seen her on the pillows, asleep before the cold embers in the great stone hearth which her father had built. I thought of my freedom as the waves crashed into the beach and bubbled away in their impotent fury at the land for standing almost forever beyond their reach.
The turmoil of the city swelled to mid-morning confusion behind me. Marlis was there somewhere in the middle of that rising crisis. I wondered if she would go away with me.
I knew quite suddenly that I would be gone by evening, that this beach and this city would be slipped away from, left behind, escaped.
