"I have to go to the bathroom, Mr. Daniels," I said, peering around the entrance to his office. He looked up and frowned at me but even he couldn't override nature's laws. I walked down the long corridor, past a line of desks arranged in perfect lines outside the offices of executives, a secretary at each desk, typing, filing, or looking busy. Voices droned into Dictaphones, men conferred about insurance matters, the water coolers stood desolately in their niches, and it was all systems go at Porter Assurance Ltd.
Only one of the cubicles in the bathroom was occupied. I took the one next to it-and fit up a cigarette. The smoke went down smoothly and livened my system up a bit The boredom of the job was killing me by inches and these little private moments on the john were all that was keeping me above water.
Was this the way I'd spend the rest of my life? Hell, I was nineteen and had nothing going for me but a business school diploma. Porter Assurance Ltd. paid me well, I had a nice studio apartment, a few dollars in the bank...but oh! the boredom of it all! All the men were over forty and married to the point of slavery; and all the women were under twenty, too naive to buck the system.
My thoughts wandered from one area of discontentment to the next. I lit another cigarette to stock up on nicotine, because smoking at one's desk was prohibited. And then, for no reason, I realized that the woman in the cubicle next to mine wasn't doing anything. There was no hiss, no plopping, not even the sharp intake of smoke. What could she be doing? I leaned down and peeked under the partition. Her panties were around her ankles, draped decoratively over her bright green platform shoes. With shoes like that she could only be Amy, the office rebel. Her boss disapproved of her dress, her "meretriciousness" as he called it, but Amy took no notice. I was about to strike up a conversation with her when I heard a strange little sound. "Ooohhh!" she moaned, ever so softly. I pricked up my ears, hardly able to believe them. It was very still in the bathroom. A new sound reached my ears, a faint rubbing, chafing sound, and then a wet little squelch. "Mmmmm-oohhh!" My heart beat faster as I realized that Amy was playing with herself right next to me! How could she!
Not that I hadn't done that to myself. Sometimes I felt so strange and empty that I had to masturbate, but I wouldn't do it anywhere but in the privacy of my studio. After all, what if someone caught you at it? I was willing to bet that Amy would be embarrassed if she knew I knew. In that case, why did she live so dangerously? I looked under the partition again. Her legs were spread far apart now and her panties were on the floor. She had to be half off the John to maintain that position and my imagination quickly filled in what my eyes couldn't see. Amy had long legs and a slender body with small breasts and a boyish ass, features that she displayed to their best advantage by wearing clinging, silky dresses and those gaudy platforms. Her hair was cropped close to her head and very blonde, streamlining her small head and long neck so as to give her the appearance of a sleek animal of prey. When she moved about the office the staid executives shook their heads and clucked their tongues, but I was sine they were all willing to part with a testicle just to spend a night with her.
Amy was in full swing now. I could hear her finger rotate over her clitoris clearly and her moans were more than audible. Suddenly she let out a loud gasp and rubbed harder, then everything stopped. She lit a cigarette and rested. I sat very still and hoped she wouldn't notice that I was in the bathroom with her, and I remained frozen in the one position until she had washed her hands and left. With trembling fingers I lit my third cigarette and tried to steady myself. For some reason my body was in an uproar. My pussy was sopping wet and I hadn't even touched myself! The image of Amy playing with herself burned before my mind's eye and aroused me from head to toe! Why? Was it her daring that impressed me? I couldn't think straight, but the urge to try it myself was very strong.
In the past I had masturbated to the tune of a specific fantasy, and before I started anything I rummaged about in my memory banks to find a good one. Without a dream there wasn't any point to trying to get off. But nothing appealed to me...nothing but Amy's daring, that is. When I thought of her jerking off so boldly and openly my cunt began to quail and my clitoris grew hard and hot, and my nipples pressed urgently against the bra I wore for the sake of office policy. Absently I let my hand go down to my pussy and it caressed that hard little ' knob lightly, stroking it until it was too late. I couldn't stop now. A few more caresses and I dropped the lighted cigarette into the bowk I sat forward and leaned back against the cistern. Now I was getting the beat of it. Rubbing, relaxing, thinking about Amy and her long legs, her panties draped over her platform shoes, thinking about her finger between her labia, her emotions, her fantasies, getting hotter and wetter by the second, squirming about on the uncomfortable toilet seat, moaning to relieve myself of an excess of pleasure, digging a finger into my virginal hole and contracting my cuntal muscles all around it, wondering, dreaming, squeezing my tits through the stiffness of the bra cups, and coming with a force that almost toppled me off the toilet!
Sobriety returned in its own good time, and I found myself blushing at my own madness. One last cigarette, then I hitched my panties back up and washed the hand that had groped about in my pussy so shamelessly, If Mr. Daniels got a whiff of that there was no telling how he would react. That is, if he recognized the aroma, of course. I grinned, suddenly pleased with myself. Porter Assurance could keep me in my place behind the typewriter, it could make me dress like a wimp five days a week, and force me to be polite and deferential to the executives-but there was nothing the company could do about my private moments in the bathroom! On the way back to my desk I passed Amy. The sleek blonde looked at me searchingly for a moment, or so it seemed to me, then she smiled and went about her business. I blushed again and hurried back to my allotted place.
Mr. Darnels complained that I smelled of cigarettes and as a punishment he loaded me up with work, but I put up with it all in a land of dreamy trance. My body felt in tune and my rebellious behavior had given me a sense of self-esteem that had been missing for the year at Porters. As soon as lunch rolled up I left the typewriter with a half-completed letter stuck in the roller, and walked out. Never had I been so slap-dash about my work, but the day was special.
The other girls repaired to a nearby restaurant where they could get martinis with their cottage cheese and lettuce lunches. A lot of them returned to work with a strange glitter in their eyes and a flush in their cheeks. But I wasn't interested in food or drink. I went walking in order to straighten my thoughts out.
Fifth Avenue was packed with people just like me and the executives I worked with. To escape them I turned a few corners and headed further downtown, all the way to Times Square. Squalor and variety, pushy signs, a focus on cunt, wrecked people and horny readers of adult literature, pimps and whores, cops and cops, everyone partaking of the armpit ambience. Men stared at me with palpable lust, a few approached me and asked if I wanted my pussy licked. Yes, but not by them. I didn't say that, of course, I just put my nose up into the air and walked on. But secretly it delighted me to be so naughty and brave. Did Amy dare to venture into this area?
"Hey, miss, excuse me!" someone called out. I kept walking. "Miss, please don't ignore me, I have an offer for you!" A man rushed up to me and blocked my way. On his shoulder he supported a movie camera, a sight that soothed my suspiciousness to the point at which I became willing to look at the rest of him. He had longish hair, dark and curly, and intense eyes, a corduroy jacket and faded jeans, cowboy boots, simple but expensive attire I decided, no ass. "Come over to the side," he said, taking me by the hand and leading me out of the mainstream. "There, that's better. My name is Jack and I make loops."
"How wonderful for you," I said dryly.
"Do you know what loops are?" I shook my head. "They're short films of beautiful women in various stages of undress.. I'm willing to pay you thirty bucks, of course, but apart from that I think you owe it to the world to display your beauty. You really are a lovely woman. Have you done any modeling? No? Well, you should. Perhaps a session with me will give you the boost you need. Now I see you're looking at me warily, and I don't blame you. But I assure you this is a legitimate offer, the money's up front, I do this all the time and no one has ever complained about me." He talked fast and smoothly and I could tell he was well educated. Was he spinning me a line? Then what did he carry that big camera about for? That thing must have cost him a pretty penny; no matter how desperate a man was he wouldn't spend thousands just to get laid. And he was good looking; he didn't need to resort to extremes. Once I had resolved that I nodded and said it would be okay-but I hadn't really dealt with the idea of taking my clothes off in front of a stranger and a camera.
That hit me as we ascended the stairs to his apartment It was a clean, well-kept building and his place was stylishly furnished, if messy. When he closed the door I became acutely aware of being at his mercy, and I didn't like it. "What's your name?" he asked, his intense dark eyes boring into mine.
"Gena," I said. Wherever I looked I saw evidence of his filmmaking. Empty boxes, canisters, outtakes, a small editing table, and reels of film hanging from hooks above the table. Jack was in the business up to his eyeballs, but still I felt distinctly uneasy. He loaded his camera and checked the battery that operated the fight on top of it. I felt as though I was in the dentist's chair watching him put a new bit into the drill.
"There, all set," he said breezily. "Now let's get an idea of your posture, your body, yes, yes, that's good, excellent, turn to the side now, straighten up a little, oh beautiful! Yes, that's perfect, let me get a shot of you that way, push your breasts out and your ass back, yes, wow! I can feel myself getting aroused! And you've still got all your clothes on! Could you unbutton your blouse a little, just a. few buttons, that's it, one more, one more, great, terrific, they look really big and firm; let me get a better shot of them."
He talked and talked, directing me to do this and that, and each time I went to protest he had me doing something else! Before I knew what had happened I had my blouse unbuttoned and hanging open, and Jack ran his hand over the swelling of flesh over the tops of my bra, praising my form and volume as if he was talking about a show dog! No man had touched my breasts! And yet he had touched me without asking me or wining and dining me! How could he do things like that?
"Great, baby, great, let's get a shot of that." His camera whirred briefly and then he moved my blouse over one shoulder. "Wow, look at those curves! What a stomach you've got, really nice, perfect, wait, let me move your bra up and out of the way." Before I could stop him he pushed the bra up so my tits suddenly sprang into view and pushed out at him like two wantons! "Jesus, look at that!" he moaned, turning his camera on me and taking a good long shot of them. "Those are the finest tits I've seen in months! So white and ripe, nipples as pink as a baby's bottom, mmmm! Let's get rid of that blouse and bra altogether, a good clear shot...yes, that's good, that's good, I love it, let me kiss you right there!" His lips touched one of my nipples, sucked it in and held it for a second, then he was back at work.
It was all going too fast for me! He had touched my tits and kissed them, and I found myself standing half naked in the middle of a stranger's living room, and it was high time I got back to work too! What was I to do? I couldn't interrupt his loop halfway through but I did think it was necessary that he be told. "I don't have much time, Jack, so.. . "
"Oh sure, baby, no trouble, this won't take long. Listen, to save some time why don't you take off your skirt and shoes, good girl, and the pantyhose too. Right, good, terrific, what a shot!" Was I going crazy? Now he had me down to my panties! "You wear panties under pantyhose, huh? Clever, you can't be too careful these days what with all those patent leather shoes. Now sit on the couch, no, not like you've come for tea, relax, recline, luxuriate, smile for the camera and keep your legs slightly open, a bit more, oh yeah, that's it, that's it, the magic wand tells me so." He was getting hot so he interrupted himself briefly to take off his shirt. The camera went back on his shoulder and he filmed me all over, close-ups of my tits, the crotch of my panties, my thighs, feet, belly, nipples, and as the big round lens swept past me I felt the shakes starting up. He had a good body, strong, tanned, a fluff of hair in the center of his chest and a thin trail of it creeping out of his pants to his navel. My mind was in such disarray that I began to wonder what was in his pants. I had only seen my father naked in any detail and that brown snake dangling between his hairy thighs had mesmerized me without actually appealing to me. Would Jack's be the same?
As if he had read my thoughts he undid the belt and the zipper of his pants and let them fall to the floor. He didn't wear underpants, that I noticed right away, but my eyes couldn't focus on what I was seeing. There was a dark patch of hair and something swung off that patch, something big and thick. Actually two things. Slowly I made out the specific forms, a thick, flaccid cock and a heavy ball bag, brown and hairy except for the end of his cock which was smooth and quite rosy. Just like Daddy! I blushed violently and averted my eyes. Now what was he going to do? Would he stick it into me?
"Now the finale!" He sounded breathless and his cock seemed to be growing bigger. "The panties, come on, come on, get them off!" I couldn't refuse him, much as I wanted to. I felt sure he'd be able to tell that I had been playing with myself, the clitoris would be too red or there might still be juice around the lips. But I shimmied out of them and sat with my legs tightly pressed together, very ashamed of myself now. "Good, good, now open your legs very slowly, get some suspense into it, time it so they'll all go crazy when they finally see it, yes, yes, slowly, slowly, smile for the camera, run your tongue along your lips, beautiful, yes baby, do it for the camera, think of the pulsating masses, think of the men panting to get into your beautiful pink treasure chest, to stick fingers and tongues into you! Think about it imagine them, imagine how they feel, give them as much as you can now, move your hips, yes, good, terrific, shake them a little, push them up at the camera!"
His instructions bypassed my brain and affected secret parts of me that moved me to undreamed of extremes. There was something about "them," the people who would view this loop, that excited me beyond reason. Yes, they deserved all I could give them, they would see what pussy was all about. The camera came in very close to my cunt, moving in between my wide open thighs like a giant cock, and something snapped in me. "Come on!" I gasped, reaching out for the camera with all my limbs. "I want it so, yes, give it to me, come right in! Oooohhhh, closer, closer!" My whole body shook and alternated between hot and cold, my hips were moving sensually at the camera's lens, inviting it inside, fucking at it, and I could hear my cunt smack its lips wetly as it prepared for penetration. Jack was hard as a board now and I was awed by the size of his cock. It stood up, leaning to his left, and the veins girding the shaft throbbed heavily. His rosy knob was a darker hue now and much bigger, shining under his light, and for some reason the sight of it made my mouth water. What was happening! I thought of Amy and her tiny moans, I thought of myself sprawling all over the John and-digging fingers into my cunt, and then I turned my attention to that round, black, ominous lens almost touching my cunt and I felt faint all over!
"Turn over on your belly, baby, show the world what a beautiful ass you have. Wow! Look at those orbs! Yeah, baby, move 'em, shake 'em, they're going to love you for every quiver! Now get into the doggie position, split your cheeks wide open and look back at the camera, smile, lick your lips, you're beautiful, beautiful!" The cold lens touched my ass for a second and my cunt contracted in a spasm of ecstasy. The juices were running down my legs by this time and his camera must have caught every sparkling drop of it. I was coming for the world at large! Now that I had my back to the camera it became an even more delicious threat. He could shove it up me without my knowing about it until the last moment, which meant that at any tick of the clock I could expect to feel his rosy, swollen knob against my cunt. I longed for him to fuck me, but it was an abstract feeling, something which had more to do with the spirit of the occasion than Jack personally. But nothing happened. Jack kept on filming and he instructed me to strike different poses.
Toward the end of the reel I was lying on my back on the couch with my legs up in the air and wide apart, my hands holding my cunt open and my hips jerking up and down. Jack operated his camera with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. It was very hot now and my body glistened with sweat, as did his. We functioned as two parts of the one whole, him filming and getting off on me, me being filmed and making love to him and his camera. He trained the lens on my pussy and told me to masturbate. For the second time that day I brought my fingers down to the top of my slit and rubbed them in small circles over my exposed clitoris, slowly at first, speeding up as the passion flared higher. "Finger yourself!" said Jack. He was on his knees behind the coffee table and his camera rested on the table top, focused in on my cunt. Now he was able to jack off with all his might, stroking and rubbing his stiff cock while his eyes were riveted on the finger plunging into my cunt. I watched him just as closely, amazed at the sight of a man masturbating. Not only hadn't I seen that before, I hadn't even dreamed that men did that sort of thing.
"Not long now, baby!" he panted. "We're almost out of film!" He checked the camera and peered at me through the view finder, then hurried over to kneel on the couch beside me. "Let's go!" He rubbed harder, his back hunched, biting his lower lip, and his verve infected me to finger myself harder and to titillate my clitoris with the other hand. "Yes, yes, YEEEESSSSSS!! " he yelled, his hand a blur now. "Here it comes, baby, HERE COMES, COME WITH ME, AAAARRGGHHH!! " White fluid shot out of his cock and landed on my belly. It was warm and slippery and it burst out of his swollen knob in thick dollops. That excited me so much that I rubbed it into my skin and came with a bang. Just then the camera clicked over and the whirring stopped, and Jack got to his feet wearily.
"That just goes to show," he said, more to himself than to me, "when you think you're cool something happens to break the illusion. I haven't been so excited for months!"
"Since the girl with tits like mine?" I asked. I felt very contented, not at all ashamed of myself. My body seemed to enjoy these ventures into erotica, and in the back of my mind I had already resolved to do more of the same. Jack turned and gave me a strange look, nodded, and got to work on his camera. I found a Kleenex and wiped the sperm off my belly before getting dressed.
"Listen, before you go, here's my card. I want another session with you real soon. Can you give me your phone number?"
"I'll give you my office number." Now that I was dressed again I felt much more composed, less vulnerable to him. I gave him the number and he paid me for the session. The money was incidental but I took it anyway.
"There's more where that came from," he pointed out "With your body and your natural sensuality you could clean up in skin flicks, baby. Hell, loops are only the beginning! It's a sort of apprenticeship, you know, and as far as I'm concerned you're ready to break into the big time right now. But that's up to you."
I'll think about it." At that moment I just wanted to get back into the street so I could think about what had happened. A look at my watch made me. all the more anxious to get out of his place. I was ten minutes late, already! Mr. Daniels was going to be a real grouch now. To save time I took a cab back and used some money from my wages of sin to pay for it
It was weird to walk into the quiet building after what Jack had put me through. Suddenly I saw my co-workers through different eyes. The older employees were dead! They went about their chores without a spark of life in them, they addressed each other like automatons, and they even smelled of death. Stale, musky, and damp people! Wherever I looked I saw the same abysmal sights, Only the secretaries stood out of this creeping fungus, but they were surrounded and would one day be swallowed up by it all.
"So there you are!" Mr. Daniels stood at the entrance to his office, his arms folded, his stereotypical bureaucrat's face pinched into a frown. "Twenty minutes late! Do you think everyone can wait on you, Miss Rogers? Aren't the company's hours satisfactory to you?"
"Yes," I said blankly. Ordinarily I would have scurried over to my desk to start typing furiously, but this time his words struck no cord in me. He looked such a fool from where I was standing.
"That letter, which you did not see fit to finish, is needed! And now!" he said. I sat down and continued typing while he stood behind me and breathed heavily. From the corner of my eye I could see Amy watching the spectacle. I winked at her and she winked back. That made me feel better. His presence was angering me, I wanted to shove the typewriter up his ass, but Amy understood and that discharged the emotion. "Thank you," he said stiffly when I handed him the letter. "Please see to it that this doesn't happen again."
"Fuck you," I said under my breath. Amy must have seen my lips move because she let out a peal of laughter. Mr. Daniels turned to look at her, but he. didn't understand the undercurrents in the office, so he returned to his sanctum and left me to glare at the work that had piled up. I didn't want to type anymore. Dammit, I'd made thirty bucks in an hour, and it had been exciting, adventurous-everything this job wasn't! I did my best to bend my mind back to the office routine but it proved impossible. At last
I wandered over to Amy's desk with a folder in my hand in case someone asked what I was doing there.
"I had a really strange experience today," I told her, and when she looked interested I told her the whole story. As the tale went on her eyes grew bigger and bigger, and at last she shook her head incredulously.
"No! You did that? Why, Gena, I thought your heart was in a convent! And this guy comes up to you and-Jesus Christ, that's terrific! I can't tell you how I admire you for that"
"You do?"
"Sure! Hey, listen, when you go next time take me with you, okay? I have to do something outrageous just to keep from losing my mind. This job is too much for me."
"I know what you mean." I went back to work quickly because Mr. Daniels emerged to glare at me some more. What a pain in the ass he was! Later in the afternoon he called me in to take dictation and he talked deliberately fast so I couldn't keep up with him. He unbraided me roundly and warned me that my job was in jeopardy. "But I don't want to go abroad!" I quipped, and all I got in return was an angry glare. Why did he dislike me so much, I wondered. I did my work as well as any secretary, nothing special but efficient. For most of the year I'd spent working for him I hadn't made any major errors. So what was his problem? Because my day had been such a peculiar one I decided to ask him.
Mr. Daniels was taken aback by the question but he rallied quickly. "Miss Rogers, you seem to misunderstand me. I have nothing against you personally.
In fact, I don't regard you in a personal light. I am an executive with this company and it is my responsibility to see that the work gets done. When you arrive late I must take you to task. It's as simple as that." He dismissed me with a wave of his hand and I took my notes to the typewriter to transcribe them. What had I expected of him, anyway? A confession of mental illness? It didn't pay to be human in this place, that was all there was to it. I couldn't concentrate on my notes at all. Flashes of Jack and his camera, my emotions, Amy, sex, interfered with me. I sat behind the typewriter and felt my pussy grow hot and wet again. Was it possible to have a sex life and a job at the same time?
The president's secretary came down the corridor and she stopped at each desk to tell the others a piece of news. When she came to me she repeated it: "There'll be a party after work. Mr. Porter is celebrating his fiftieth birthday and he wants all the staff to assemble in his suite. But please don't forget to punch out first."
"A party? Here?" I looked over at Amy and she seemed as stunned as I was. The president's secretary didn't answer, she walked on to the next desk. A distraction at last! I managed to get on with the job and by the time the day was over I was abreast of it all. Amy and I took the elevator up to the penthouse suite together and speculated about the party. Neither of us had very high hopes for it. I thought we'd all be issued a hot cross bun and a can of soda, but Amy said I was optimistic. However, when we walked into the palatial suite maintained by Brian Porter III, we saw that nothing had been spared.
Champagne bottles in ice buckets, hors d'oeuvres aplenty, valets and maids, the works!
When everyone had assembled in the suite, Brian Porter III walked in, tanned, handsome, silver-haired, and smiling the smile of success. We all applauded and toasted him, and he accepted it as his due. The executives were quick to sidle over to him and to make themselves agreeable, while the lower echelons split into small cliques and made the best of the refreshments. A small dance band took over one corner of the room and struck up something nondescript, but no one danced. Instead they used the music as a cover for their gossip.
At the height of the party there must have been some two hundred people in that big room, each one of them talking and drinking. Mr. Porter stood out among the multitude, radiant with money and confidence, and I noticed a lot of the girls were looking toward him with some hope. If only he would pick me, they seemed to be thinking, then I would never have to touch a typewriter again! Just a nod, a simple "I do," and one's whole life would be changed! Yachts, beautiful people, hot spots, clothes and jewelry, living on that rarified plane to which Brian Porter III and his ilk had the key.
Amy and I stood to one side and observed the goings-on. A few drinks were working their magic. Stuffy executives were turning into male impersonators before our very eyes. And from among their number came Mr. Daniels himself. His tie had been slightly loosened and he held a tall drink in one hand. He had his eye on me, I could tell that right away, and my first impulse was to hide behind Amy.
But it was too late. "Hello, Miss Rogers," he said, speaking with a slight slur. "Take this down, please. Miss Rogers, full stop-I mean, comma! ha ha ha...Miss Rogers, comma, you look ravishing. Full stop. May I have this dance, question mark?"
"Why, certainly," I said uncertainly. He put his arm about my waist and swept me off to the dance floor, still holding his glass with his free hand. I couldn't adjust to this change in roles. There was my stuffed shirt boss with his glittering spectacles and his wear-ever business suit waltzing me about the floor! His body was very close to mine and there was something solid in his lap that pushed into my belly. The only way to deal with it was to keep back and dance, but each time I pulled back he tightened his grip on me and pushed his cock against me harder. The man was horny! And I hadn't even imagined that he had a cock to get horny with. When the band finished its set he walked me back to where Amy was standing and offered to get us both a drink.
"Boy, is he after your ass!" exclaimed Amy as she watched my boss teeter toward the bar. "I thought he was going to rape you on the dance floor right in front of BP III! Everyone was watching you two, did you know that?"
"Oh God no!" I wouldn't have minded if it had been BP III if only because it would have turned the other girls green with envy. But Daniels! He came back with three drinks, spilling them as he proceeded toward us, but he didn't care.
"Miss Rogers, may I call you Gena? Thank you very much. Gena, I want to tell you...I want you to know that I'm...well, nuts about you. There's no use in hiding from the truth. Ever since you began to work under me I've adored you slavishly. Yes, you're surprised, I knew you would be. But it's the truth, I want you, I must have you!" He was standing very close to me again and ignored Amy altogether. She had heard his every word and stood by to rescue me if necessary. "Let's go to the office and talk about this some more," said Mr. Daniels. He was leaning all over me and his hands were wandering over parts of me that had been virgin territory until I'd met Jack. I figured it was better to get out of the public eye because nothing could stop the man at this point
"Is it all right if my friend comes with me?" Yes, anything, just as long as I came downstairs with him. Amy and I exchanged winks and led him to the elevator. She whispered that I should follow her lead when we got to the office and I nodded my agreement. The few drinks I'd had made me courageous enough to face anything! Amy closed the office door behind us and locked it securely. Mr. Daniels stood by his desk and looked at us with all the glee of a birthday boy. "Well, here we are," I said, "now what happens?"
"I don't know," he said. "I'm overcome, honestly, I just don't know!"
"In that case well have to be the bold ones," said Amy, and to my surprise she began to undress. Mr. Daniels froze when he saw what she was doing, and when I started to take my clothes off his eyes almost popped out of his head. Neither of us said anything.
Once we were naked we did a few turns for him and the jerking erection under his pants told us we were affecting him just the way we were supposed to. "Now then," said Amy, "how about you, big fella?" Mr. Daniels opened his mouth to speak but only disconnected syllables came out. "Okay, well do it," said my new friend, and she kneeled down in front of him. Her face rested against that big, restless bulge in his pants as her hands reached for his belt. Mr. Daniels managed to find support on the desk behind him, and he stared at the girl as though he couldn't believe his eyes. Amy opened his zip and reached in to extricate his dick. I came closer to check and see if it was like my father's or Jack's. It wasn't dissimilar but it was paler and longer, not quite as thick, and the foreskin hadn't been cut.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, delicious!" crooned Amy. Her tongue leaped out at the fluted prepuce and licked it round and round before digging into the circle of skin to get at his glans. Mr. Daniels closed his eyes and sighed deeply. There was utter contentment on his face. I wondered what I could contribute to his surprise party but Amy had his cock all to herself and besides that I didn't know what to do with cocks. By watching her I learned quite a lot, though. She spiraled all the way down his cock and back up again, running her tongue along his pale skin to get at his balls before moving right up. And when she had reached the top her hand closed around his erection and pulled the skin back with a jerk to expose the rosy knob all the way. Now her lips pouted and closed around that helmet-shaped thing, sucking on it and wetting it before moving on down. At first she took no more than an inch, perhaps two, into her mouth, but as I watched she worked her face back and forth and with each move she swallowed some more of him. Mr. Daniels was very red and his breathing was rapid. I began to wish I could do things like that to men.
Amy's fist was clenched around the base of his cock and it moved up and down in time with her sucking. Mr. Daniels looked at her, then at me, and his eyes rolled back into his head as his body began to shudder and sweat. He was losing control, I could tell that. His cock began to sink deeper into Amy's mouth; he was fucking her face and she was doing her best to accommodate him. How could she do that? I tried to imagine that long cock pushing down my throat and I felt sure I'd have to gag. But Amy was cool and in charge. She sucked my boss' cock until he was cramping and groaning, holding her head so he could fuck her face all the harder, looking at me as if to stimulate himself visually. Suddenly he let out a hoarse cry and I saw Amy's cheeks billow with a load. He was shooting his wad! And she was drinking it! I didn't know what to make of that. Half of me was thrilled, the other half repelled.
"Okay, Gena, let's go." Amy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked the traces of sperm off. "We mustn't over-expose ourselves. Are you okay, Mr. Daniels?"
"Yes, yes, fine-but don't go yet, stay a while; we could have such fun. Please Gena, don't put your clothes on yet!" He was pleading with me and I felt badly for him, but Amy insisted with a look that I do as she say. We dressed hurriedly, fixed our hair, and left the boss standing against his desk, his cock drooping out of his fly, pleading with us to stay. But we had a party to go to.
CHAPTER TWO
When we rejoined the party we no longer felt like two meek employees. We were in command! For the first time in my life I noticed how men stared at me and after me, all of them trying to see through my clothes. All those parts of myself that I had taken so much for granted, seemed to fascinate them more than anything else, whereas I felt only mild indifference to most of the men present. Amy knew what I was feeling. She had experienced this gap between the sexes more than once and she knew how to make use of it. "Look at them," she whispered as we headed for the bar, "they're aching to get into our pants. But don't you go forgetting how they treat us during working hours. Then it's a different story; we have to run for coffee and cigarettes, we have to cash their goddamned checks. Enjoy it while you can, Gena, they're all wrapped about our little fingers."
"What a shame they don't have parties here more often," I mused. An accountant approached us, a staid, middle-aged man who usually didn't even bother to look my way. But his face was flushed with alcohol now and he was manifestly horny.
"Hello, girls, enjoying the party?" he said, standing very close to us and breathing whiskey fumes into my face. "Would you care to dance, Gena?"
"No thanks," I said archly. His smile, his charm, and his devil-may-care demeanor, crumbled in one stroke. I watched him scramble for the safety of his official facade, but when' that failed him he quickly took himself and his drink to another part of the room.
"He won't forget that," said Amy. "That man can bear a grudge longer than an elephant. He's had girls sacked because they weren't polite enough to him, did you know that?"
"Oh, really?" It was my turn to be crushed.
"Hey, don't worry about it," said Amy, taking me by the arm affectionately. "You want to see how quickly we could turn his head if we wanted? Come on, let's go see him-and let me do the talking."
The accountant was engaged in deep conversation with his peers when we made our move. Amy told me to catch his eye and to throw him a wink. I felt silly doing it, but since she knew what was going on, I followed her instructions to the letter. The accountant fell for it hook line and sinker. He excused himself and hurried over to us. "Have you changed your mind?" he asked me.
"No, I just wanted you to know there was nothing personal about it," I said sweetly. The role came so easily to me! "Actually Amy and I are feeling stifled by all this smoke and noise and we were thinking about finding an empty office and having a drink there, privately."
"Perhaps I can be of help to you," he said. The glee in his eyes almost made me laugh. He was such i a baby in spite of this thinning hair and his age. With a brand new bounce in his step he led us to his office, held the door open for us and came right in behind us. We heard the lock turn and winked at each other. We were the bait, but we were also the anglers. "There, isn't that much nicer?" He opened a cocktail cabinet and pulled out a few bottles and glasses. "Go ahead, girls, sit down, make yourselves at home."
He had a deep burgundy carpet and a Van Gogh lithograph, which meant he was just below vice president in company standings. Veeps got sky blue carpet and Picasso etching, and the President had white carpeting and a genuine Chagall. And junior executives had to put up with gray carpet and a Walter Keane. But secretaries got nothing but a typewriter and a lot of work. For a second resentment burned high in me, but then I dampened it down and turned on my good face for the accountant. He was as happy as could be, plying us with drinks and labored witticisms, and when we were all comfortable, had drinks and cigarettes, he sat himself opposite us and looked at us like a dog begging for a bone.
I kept checking with Amy. What did she intend to do to this poor man? His eyes flicked up our dresses whenever we crossed our legs, they cloyed over the outlines of our tits, and in the long silence that followed I kept picking up ESP messages from him: "Please, please, please!" A framed photo of his wife and children stood on his desk. They looked like an. accountant's family; even his youngest son displayed an amazing capacity for middle age, and he was only about five!
"If you had a wish, what would it be?" Amy asked, abruptly breaking the silence. The accountant opened his mouth to speak; obviously the wish was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't dare pronounce it "Go on," Amy encouraged him, "tell it to me, I don't mind how wicked it is."
"Well..." Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He swallowed with difficulty and brought it out: "I'd like to see you two naked!"
"Is that it? I mean, that's your total wish?" said Amy. She was expressionless, even cold, and the accountant quickly assured her he wanted nothing more than that. "Okay, in that case I think we can grant that wish," said Amy. "What do you think, Gena?"
"Wouldn't you think we were tramps for doing such a thing, though?" I asked dubiously.
"Oh no, no I'd consider it a great favor." The man was sitting on a bed of hot coals by the look of him.
"Well, all right, but I sure don't want this to get around the office." The accountant was ready to sign affidavits in blood! We downed our drinks, finished our cigarettes, teasing him, leading him down the garden path of his own fantasies, and when we stood up his lap suddenly expanded into a tent. He wasn't badly hung, as Amy remarked later. But now it was my turn to be nervous, and I didn't have much of an eye for detail anymore. The man sat back in his chair, his mouth slightly open to take in more air than his nose could supply, and his eyes were wide open so as not to miss a single moment.
"Tell us what you want us to remove first," said Amy. She stood up close to him and waited for him to make up his mind. I stood next to her, a little apprehensive and a trifle embarrassed. No man had seen me naked except for Jack...and the men who would see the loop! But then I realized that it was no longer one person facing another; it was a struggle between bodies and sexes! The accountant's hard-on was in direct communication with my pussy and Amy's. Yes, give in to his fantasies, lead him on, make him crazy with desire, and accept the consequences! The silence, the suspense, were driving me around the bend.
"Your shoes!" he whispered hoarsely. "One by one and slowly!" Amy nodded and lifted up one leg, reached down with both hands and slowly removed the first shoe. I followed suit. From his position low down in the easy chair the man could see up our dresses, right up to the crotch of the pantyhose. His hands gripped the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned as white as his face. "The pantyhose!" he groaned. We lifted our dresses momentarily and shimmied out of the body stockings, slow, easy, a bit of a wriggling tease thrown in for good measure. He was disappointed that Amy didn't wear a bra, but he made the best of mine by telling me to slip one strap off, then the other, and once they were down I had to move very carefully so that the bra rode down my breasts and to my belly. At last we were left with only our panties between him and his wildest dreams. It seemed that the accountant couldn't make himself take that final step. He asked us to walk around the office casually, as though we were there on business, and as we complied he did his utmost to keep his hands off his cock.
"Let's have another drink," said Amy, sinking into the nearest chair. "Sit down for a minute, Gena, let our host serve us. I'm sure he could do with a breather himself, couldn't he?"
"Yes, you're quite right." The accountant hurried over to the cocktail cabinet and poured three big drinks. And while he was busy I looked over at Amy to compare her chest with mine. I knew my breasts were "bigger than hers but I wanted to see exactly how much bigger. When my eyes came to rest on those soft, firm swellings, however, the question of size faded into obscurity. She looked beautiful to me! The sun was behind her and lit her blonde hairdo up as well as softening the outlines of her body so that she looked like a golden goddess. Pink, erect nipples poked out from her high little tits, a blond fuzz occupied the small space between her crossed thighs, and she exuded a land of femininity that devastated me! I couldn't begin to imagine what she must be doing to the accountant.
"Take off your panties now," he said breathlessly when he returned with the drinks. Amy nodded and raised her ass just enough to slip the final garment off; not that it made much difference; the panties were made of a clear material that not only showed everything but emphasized it But the accountant wanted total nudity and when Amy had satisfied him he turned inquiringly to me. I couldn't do it. I sat in my chair and felt frozen all over. "Come on, Gena, you promised!" he pleaded. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and quickly took them off before I could change my mind. There, I'd done it! The accountant let out a whimper and sat down heavily. "Beautiful!"
"This drink needs more ice," said Amy. She got up and walked over to the cocktail cabinet. The accountant and I followed her every step of the way with our eyes. How smoothly her buns rolled as she walked, how delicately her full flesh quivered! She bent down ostentatiously to get at the ice bucket and we both gasped as her pink and white, blonde pussy peered back at us from between her supple thighs. "Don't you want some more ice, Gena?"
"Er...why yes, of course." She was a hard act to follow but I did my best. The accountant's eyes burned a set of holes into every fleshy part of my body and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. Still, it was worth every bit of embarrassment just to be next to Amy. She was so cool and lovely, so eminently adorable, that I felt like flinging myself at her feet! She didn't seem to sense that Her smile was conspiratorial, a little cruel even, and when she turned around to face the accountant she did so with vampish languor, thrusting her pubic bone forward so the light of the setting sun caught her squarely and highlighted her pussy.
"One more request," said the accountant "Will you...touch each other for me?" I was ready to do his bidding. Every nerve in my body tingled at the very idea of making contact with this slender, elegant woman by my side. Amy was less suggestible.
"Only if you jerk off in front of us," she said, and now her cruelty came to the fore. How could she ask this man to debase himself in front of us. Then again, how could he have asked us to strip? Somehow his request seemed more natural to me. I was about to protest when my eyes glimpsed that phony van Gogh on the wall. Fuck him! During working hours he pretended to be beyond all mortal failings; now let him suffer.
"Yes, go ahead," I said, and to give him some incentive I took Amy's hand in mine. He wanted to but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And yet he knew and we knew that he would relent sooner or later. All he had to do was hesitate long enough to give him a moral exit later.
"Go on," said Amy. Her hand came to rest on my breasts and she even caressed me slightly. With a whimper the man stood up, dropped his pants and took hold of his formidable cock to begin stroking it up and down with measured beats. I wanted to touch Amy so badly that I could taste her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. And she didn't push me, either, that was the problem. She looked at the accountant beating himself off in front of us and let her hand rove over my body in a rather distant fashion, one that indicated that she really didn't care if she touched me or not. I fought back the urge to get angry at her for her lack of sensitivity and made the best of her caresses instead. Besides, the accountant was losing himself in his solitary pleasure now. He stood near us and bent over his cock like a jockey racing for the finish line. Strange sounds burbled up from his throat, his eyes were popping and veins bulged in his forehead. Without warning he released a stream of hot sperm and sent it flying at us. I tried to dodge it without success. Thick drops of the stuff splattered against my breasts and some even hit me in the face. More of it landed on Amy's lap but she handled the situation with aplomb. One finger scooped up a dollop of the stuff and she licked it up as if it was her favorite delicacy.
There, now you feel better, don't you?" she said sweetly. The accountant nodded and sank back into his chair. Amy stood up, wiped the sperm off her body with some tissues, and started to put her clothes back on.
"No, please don't go yet!" exclaimed the man. "Wait a while, just give me a chance to recuperate, and well have a lot more fun."
"I told you what the deal was," Amy reminded him.
"I know, I know, but I'm willing to pay good money! Please, this has been the greatest day in my life. Don't ruin it! Just tell me how much you want, I'll pay anything!"
"Sorry, not today."
"Gena, you stay with me, talk her into it, please, I beg of you!" He was desperate.
"No, another time perhaps." I found it too hard to tell him no, so I compromised. "When you least expect it well show up again. Bight, Amy?"
"Right," she said, looking at me queerly. I couldn't work out why she reacted that way and it wasn't till we were both dressed and on our way out of the building that she explained. "That was really smart," she said. "You didn't cut him off, you just kept him dangling! Are you sure you're as innocent as you look?"
"Nobody's that innocent," I said, and then, without knowing why, I told her all about Jack and the loop business. We ended up in a park near the office building, talking until it was quite dark. Of course Amy was surprised but she was also very excited. And by the time we parted to go to our respective homes, we had agreed to do a loop together for Jack.
On my way home I wondered if she realized what the implications of that deal were. Jack would want us to touch each other, too, just as the accountant had wanted, except that Jack would want us to go further. I shivered at the idea of placing my hands on her lovely body, my lips perhaps, fingers, my whole body! All the way on the bus I thought about it, and when I got up to disembark I didn't dare look at the seat in case I'd left a moist patch behind.
My parents had no idea that my whole life had changed that day. I sat at the dinner table with them and heard their everyday talk as if from a great distance. As soon as I could I went up to my room, undressed, opened the windows, turned off the light, and switched the TV on without the sound so I wouldn't be completely alone. It was a mad, restless night for me, filled with expectations that were as strong as they were unclear. How could another woman possibly inspire passion in me? I liked boys! The sight of the accountant's cock had aroused me, as had the blow job Amy performed. No, it was all wrong, I just liked Amy because she was kind and friendly to me. I'd read articles in Cosmo about identity confusion and sex transferals, but it was nothing, only a phase which would pass soon enough. And then I would turn to men like Jack, men who were strong and in control, men who could play my body like a musical instrument!
My breasts and pussy were too sensitive to be toyed with that night. Just running my hands over my belly made me shake with passion, more than I could handle. And since sleep wouldn't come I put on a robe and went downstairs to borrow a Valium from my mother.
I could hardly wait for lunch time to come around. Amy came over to my desk several times to make sure I was going through with it, and I had assured her nothing could make me change my mind. But deep down I was scared. What if she thought my dreams were silly? Or worse, if she thought they were dirty! No, Amy wasn't like that. There wasn't much work to be done that morning so I sat hunched over the typewriter and thought and thought till my head hurt. In order to distract myself I did something I had never even thought of doing at work. I moved my chair in so that it was well under the desk and then, with one hand sneaking up my skirt, I began to rub my pussy in full view of everyone. Well, they could see the top half of me, not the half that was tingling warmly and secreting the juices of passion into my panties! I was very careful, stopping when the going got too hot for my composure, resuming as soon as I thought Yd regained some control. One pushy, insistent finger rubbed into my pussy through the pantyhose and the panties under that. The intervening materials bothered me. I wanted to get at the flesh and the sauce, I wanted to masturbate properly! But to get to my naked pussy I'd have to lift up my dress and dig down deep into my pantyhose! No, there was a more direct way.
Both my hands disappeared under my dress and I leaned over my desk while the fingers grabbed hold of a small section of pantyhose crotch and pulled at it until the material gave with a sudden rip. At once I sat up and leaned one arm on the desk, looking around to see if anyone had heard the suspicious sound, and then, slowly, I worked one long finger past the elastic of my panties, right into my moist cunt. It felt delicious! The finger snaked into my contracting cuntal hole and the velvet muscles nipped and tugged at it as if to get more meat up in there. The tip of my finger gathered up enough juice to spread around my clitoris, and then began to rotate over that hard, tiny bump, working me up into a frenzy of passion that began to show through my cool facade. Suddenly it was hot in the air-conditioned space, air was hard to get at, and I experienced a powerful desire to scream and moan! I sat back in the chair and half closed my eyes to shut out the reality of the office without lowering my guard too much. Ah, that was nice. Thoughts turned into dreams, dreams became vague and throbbing red, and turned to impulses that were brand new to me. That one finger seemed very puny next to the task it was trying to perform. I wanted big things in my cunt, big and hard, things that would stuff up the hot vacuum growing in my belly!
"Take a letter, please Gena!" Mr. Daniels called from his inner sanctum. With a deep sigh I withdrew my sticking finger from its snug hiding place, rearranged my dress, and went into his office with pad and pencil. How could I come down from my sensual high to the all-time low of taking down a boring business letter? I slumped in my chair and faced Mr. Daniels with an absolute lack of enthusiasm. "Dear Sir, in reply to your letter of the fifteenth of last month," he began, but then he looked up and saw me yawning tremendously. "If this doesn't hold your interest, I suggest you at least humor me," he said briskly. "Now make an effort, girl, this is an important letter."
"Yes, sorry, Mr. Daniels." I looked at my watch and thought about the hour that separated me from Jack's place.
"What is the matter with you! Just because I showed a little weakness yesterday, do you think you can take advantage of me?" Mr. Daniels got angry very quickly, and his face glowed bright red whenever he did. Usually that scared me but this time it just looked faintly comical.
"No, it's nothing like that," I assured him without much conviction in my voice. "I guess I'm still tired from the party."
"Mmmmm, is that so. Well, Miss, snap out of it. Now, as I was saying..." He droned on and on and my pencil flew along the lines to capture every vital word. But a part of my mind stayed aloof from dictation. It went back over the scene in which Mr. Daniels had implored us for our favors, and I had to admit that he'd been right-I had lost respect for him.
In the middle of transcribing my shorthand notes, Amy came up to my desk and reminded me it was time to go. I dropped the work at once and swung out of my chair with relief. At last! Mr. Daniels heard me getting ready to leave and he came dashing out of his office. "What's going on here!" he said loudly. "Aren't you going to finish the letter first? Didn't I tell you it was important?"
"Mr. Daniels, it's my lunch hour!" I said wearily. He wanted to argue, I didn't. Amy and I walked over to the elevators and ignored him. As soon as the door slid closed behind us he was forgotten. Only the future mattered now. "You're going to like Jack," I told her. "He's very good at his job and he brings the best out in his subjects."
"This is so exciting!" Amy shivered. "Can you imagine what our bosses would think if they knew what we were doing? Come on, let's hurry, I want to meet this guy!"
Jack was just coming down the stairs of his apartment building as we entered. He had a camera on his shoulder so he was obviously out looking for new talent. But when he saw me his face lit up. "Gena! How great to see you again. Wow, I never thought you'd come back. And you've brought a friend, too!" I introduced them and we followed Jack back up to his apartment. "What timing," he said as he opened the door for us. "I've got a lot of orders but no stars, and I was beginning to think fate was against me.
But here you are, two of the most beautiful girls in the city! Man, this must be my lucky day." He made us at home, prepared coffee, and set us both at ease with his casual chattering. I could tell Amy liked him a lot and a twinge of jealousy ran through me. What if they really hit it off? Would I be left out in the cold?
"What do you want us to do first?" Amy asked. "We only have an hour, you know."
"Oh, right, there's business to attend to. Okay, girls, here's the plot. You two are roommates, you come home after a hard day's work and you've obviously been looking forward to being alone together again. Now then, come from the door and walk over to the couch, smile, hold hands, undress slowly, help each other, and when you're both naked let out the daybed and bend over a lot. Ready?" I found that my hands were trembling too much to undo my dress and I had to turn to Amy to help me. She wasn't all that stable, either. Jack stood well back with his whirring camera, instructing us when necessary, coming in closer as our clothes came off. I stood still and waited for Amy to finish undressing me. My dress came off and I stepped out of it carefully so as to conceal the hole in my pantyhose. I kept my side to the camera and let my arms hang down for that purpose, a pose which didn't please Jack.
"No, no, look like you're enjoying, turn around and face her, smile, that's the way. Hey, what happened to your pantyhose, did someone get impatient?" I blushed, especially when Amy turned me around and checked for herself. "Naughty girl," Jack commented. "Okay, let's get back to it. Take her bra off face to face, Amy, great, beautiful, come a little closer so your lips almost touch. That's it, yeah, I love it!"
But he was looking through a viewfinder. I was right there, tempted by Amy's full, wide mouth, smelling her soft perfume and brushing against her smooth skin. She took off my bra and my nipples brushed against the front of her dress for an exquisite, terrifying moment. No, this couldn't be my destiny! I wanted to faint just to get out of this situation, but it was too late. She knelt down in front of me, urged on by Jack, and rolled the pantyhose down my hips and legs.
"Okay, let her keep her panties on for the moment. Now you, Gena, it's your turn." He did a couple of close-ups of my face and my hands, then drew back and waited for me to undo her dress. Amy seemed so at ease, as if she had starred in a thousand loops. I rested my face on her shoulder and began undressing her slowly. "Not bad," Jack commented, "but look more impassioned, run your tongue along your lips. Good girl, great stuff, yeah, lower her dress and go down with it, your face close to her body. All right, that's great, now take off her panties like you're starving and your lunch is waiting for you between her legs." Amy shivered from top to bottom briefly and stood straight while she waited for me to strip her of her last garment. Her panties were a lacework of floral patterns sown together to conceal her pussy and ass, and I could see through them to the golden pubic hair below, while the tightness of the garment provided me with a clear outline of the cleavage between the pudgy flesh under the hair. My curiosity began to displace my nervousness at this point, and the further down her panties moved, the more avid I became to get a good, close look at the parts of her that I'd only glimpsed the day before.
I held my breath as the panties slid away and revealed more of her flawless white skin, all the whiter in contrast to the light sun-tan the rest of her body sported. The first fluff of pubic hair appeared over the elastic, then more, a full bush sprouted forth, and with an impatient jerk I brought the panties down to her knees. I breathed in deeply and smelled that familiar yet peculiarly alien odor of pussy, wet pussy, sopping and aching, and now I no longer had to think about what to do next. My face came to rest against her pubic bone and my nostrils opened wide to take in her delicious perfume. Amy shuffled her feet to part her legs and to make herself more comfortable, and now her whole pussy was visible from where I kneeled. Two thick, soft ridges of flesh curved away from the pubic bone and the hair grew lushly along her lips right to the point where her cunt petered out and her ass-hole began. From there on it was smooth flesh. I could make put the lower parts of her buttocks and automatically reached back around her to touch the rest. Soft, spongy flesh that firmed up momentarily as she changed her position once more. I could have stayed there all day but Jack wanted more action.
"Great, beautiful, now stand up and embrace her, move slowly to the couch and let out the daybed. That's the way, take your time, don't forget to bend over deeply, Amy, I want the whole world to enjoy that lovely twat of yours. No, keep your panties on for the moment, Gena. These loops are put in machines that work on quarters and you get to see a fourth of the loop for each coin, so I want them to be feeding the machine just to get an eyeful of your snatch. God knows it's worth waiting for."
When the day bed was out I was told to stretch out on it and Amy had to lie in between my wide open legs and caress me all over. I was dying to have her take off my panties but I didn't know how she felt, so I lay low. Amy went through her paces very professionally, I thought, touching me in all the right places for just the right amount of time; but she didn't seem nearly as excited as me. My body
I throbbed like a sore thumb and the juices were literally cascading down my cunt chute.
"Okay, now take off her panties and throw them
I over your shoulder," said Jack, and at last my cunt was out in the open. "Wow, you're really into it, aren't you!" Jack exclaimed. "Move aside a minute while I get a good shot of all the juice around her pussy hole, great, great, I love it, okay, back you go Amy, give her the licking of a lifetime but hold back just far enough to give me room to poke my camera in." Amy extended her tongue until the very tip of it touched my cunt and right away muscles in my groin began to contract violently and the moans that erupted from my throat were unstoppable. My cool was gone, it was just me and my emotions now, and the more Amy licked me the more crazy I became. I writhed about on the bed, grabbed hold of my tits, sighed and carried on, and all the while, Jack moved from one side to the other to film every detail of our love making.
"That's the lot girls," he said, snapping off the lights and putting his camera down. "It's going to be a classic loop once it's developed and I want you to know that my door is always open to you."
"It's over?" I could hardly believe it. Painfully I raised myself on both elbows and looked at him as if he had just taken away all that was precious to me. "What do you mean it's over?"
"It's gone the full distance, that's what. More than ten minutes and I'd be working on Part Two, you see? I wouldn't mind doing that, but I know you girls have to get back to work. I'll just write out a check for each of you."
"Well..." I looked over at Amy, hoping she would say that we didn't have to be back right away. I wanted to say it, but it would have been too forward. And since Amy said nothing I got off the daybed and dressed reluctantly.
"You two really ought to think about a future in this business," said Jack as we were about to leave. "You both look great and act great, and it's hard to get decent-looking women to star, let alone two beautiful women like you. If I were you I'd think about making feature-length movies as well as loops. You'd make enough money to lead a life of leisure, I can assure you of that."
"It's a tempting proposition," Amy said briskly, "but well have to discuss it another time. Come on, Gena, let's hurry so we can grab a bite to eat on the way back." I felt forlorn as I trailed out of Jack's apartment behind her. Jack seemed to understand.
He signalled me to keep trying, and that cheered me up a bit
"How did you like it?" I asked my friend nonchalantly.
"Very interesting," said Amy, her eyes fixed on the street ahead of us. "Easy money, isn't it?"
"Do you want to do some more later?"
"Maybe." She shrugged and changed the subject to what we would have for lunch. Her coldness depressed me deeply. Part of me was hers now, and I wanted to rest to join in. Everything was so mixed up. I couldn't face myself as a woman-lover, yet the girl beside me aroused the deepest passions in me! It was almost a relief to sit down behind the typewriter again and to take up the transcription where I'd left off. Mr. Daniels stood over me as I typed the letter. He fumed and made cutting remarks but it was as though an invisible shield surrounded me. Nothing to do with Porter Assurance Ltd. really mattered. I just worked through the afternoon without looking up from the typewriter and my mind kept going over the session at Jack's place. Did she like me or didn't she? Was I just a friend to her? Oh hell, she probably detested me now that we had touched each other's forbidden parts.
Going home was worse than it had been the previous day. My mullings drove me up the wall and when my parents asked me what kind of day I'd had I almost flew at their throats. Instead I told them I had a date and that I would be eating in town. A shower and a change of clothes made me feel better and when I returned to the city I was ready for a big night on the town. I didn't care what was going to happen to me. As long as I got laid it would be all right with me. I was determined now. If a man made love to me I would know for sure which way to swing. And if he turned out to be a good lover, then I wouldn't have to be upset over Amy any longer. It all made sense to me as I walked up Lexington Avenue toward the singles bar district But as I approached the first one serious doubts made inroads on my resolutions.
Even though it was early in the evening the singles bar was crowded with fashionable types, each trying to impress the other. The idea of being fucked by a man appealed to me strongly...but as my eyes ran over every male individual I couldn't tie sex and the person together. Each vapid face, each volumetric hairdo, each open-necked, wide-collar shirt under each nifty little suit made me want to puke instead of coming hither. Men drifted up to me and handed me neatly lathed lines of patter that came right out of bad movies. After each performance I shook my head and they moved on to the next single girl. A quick assessment of the clientele told me that there were more women than men. In other words, if I was hard to get there would be one or two other females who'd be ready to make an easier deal.
I went into several places and the system was always the same. The drinks cost small fortunes, the music was insistent disco, and the men were life's rejects. Six, seven, maybe more places fell back in my wake, and I was coming close to giving up. Perhaps it was all a matter of destiny, and mine was never to be fucked. It would be just my luck to miss out all round, to have friends who could never be lovers, and aspiring lovers who couldn't get to first base simply because I didn't like them. It could happen, odds being what they are. But on the very brink of a deep depression, I caught the eye of a young man who was truly startling to look at.
He stood in the far corner of the crowded bar, holding a drink in one hand and resting his other arm on the polychromatic jukebox. Fine features gave him an aristocratic look, especially in that essentially proletarian environment. Tall, slim, with nice broad shoulders, he fitted his suit perfectly and gave it class. Dark hair was combed back off his face so that his aquiline nose jutted forward and his sensitive lips were sensually accentuated. His eyes burned with a smoldering fire, the kind that touched off a rash of tiny brush fires in my belly on contact, and when he looked at me it was as though he read my every thought.
I turned away and my heart thumped like a prayer drum. Please, please, please! Just like that accountant, that's how I felt. Oh please! I knew he would do the job to perfection, that he could handle my inexperience as well as my femininity; he was the one who would know how to set me squarely down on the road to a great sex life.
"Can I buy you a drink?" said a soft, husky voice next to me. I swiveled around and there he was with his burning eyes and his sensational looks! I could only nod. He ordered a drink I had never heard of and I sipped at knowing that it would be good. "My name is Terry," he said.
"I'm Gena." Could he detect how nervous I was by my voice?
"You're very beautiful," Terry told me, "so beautiful in fact that I'm wondering what you're doing in a sleazy singles bar like this one. Are you lonely tonight or just curious?"
"A little of both." My defenses crashed down and left me wide open to anything he might suggest. I had no interest in being courted to begin with but by that one little question he had disarmed me utterly.
"Perhaps I can satisfy them both, too," he smiled. "Come on, let's go to my place. I hate bars anyway." There was no margin for argument in his statement. I finished my drink and went out with him. His apartment was only a few blocks away and right at the top of a towering complex. He lived in sophisticated surroundings, beautiful taste manifested itself in the decor of his place, and as soon as the door closed behind us I knew I would do anything for a man like him. He made us drinks and adjusted the lights so that intimacy reigned supreme, and when he sat close to me I felt myself melt. It was just the way I'd dreamed it would happen! The soft music, the picture window looking out over the lights of the city, his great looks, great clothes and all his money-it was like Prince Charming had come to rescue me from the horns of a variety of dilemmas!
Words were unnecessary. We sipped at our drinks, our eyes boring into the other's, hearts beating as one, and then we set our drinks down and I eased into his arms and surrendered utterly. I couldn't be coquettish, for it was too late! Our lips met, the beginning of a long, passionate kiss in which our tongues writhed about each other and our bodies drew closer together. He felt different to the touch...at least, different from what I had imagined a man to feel. His face didn't have the stubble my father's sported, his hands were soft, almost feminine, and he wasn't the most muscular person on earth. But what did all that matter! His lovemaking was sweet and tender, his kisses touched me to the quick, and when his tongue pried about in my mouth I thought of the cock that would soon take its place. Yes, I was ready, ready, ready! He must have known it, yet he maintained the same smooth pace, seducing me by easy stages. His fingertips slid along the outlines of my breasts, back up my arms to my cheekbones and down again, touching, pinching the nipples through my dress and bra before he placed his palms flat against my sides and worked them down to my hips. I lay back and closed my eyes to let him know he could do whatever he wanted with me, but I peered through the lashes now and then to check up on where he was. Once I caught him leaning over my lap as though he was about to sink face down into my pussy, and I let out a tiny wail of ecstasy. I could hardly wait for him to do that to me.
Now he began to undress me. His fingers were nimble and quick and before long he had removed my dress and pantyhose. It gave me such a charge to be semi-naked in a strange man's apartment! For once I felt free and wild, and when he indicated that I should sit up so he could take off my bra I did so without the least compunction. My breasts were my pride and I could see how much he liked them by the way he stared at them and by the reverence of his caresses. "Beautiful!" he murmured. "So firm and full! Let me loss them and suck them!" His arms closed about my waist and his face disappeared between my tits. I lay back again, breathing deeply so as to inflate my chest. His tongue and teeth concentrated on my nipples, tugging, sucking, and then his mouth would open wide and he would take in as much tit as he could and hold it until stars danced before my eyes. The sensations he caused in my tits made me burn all over with a passion that was too hard to take. My longings grew stronger and I felt that his cock could take care of them all. But he was still fully dressed and I couldn't even reach his cock in my position.
"And now for the real thing," I heard him say. He kissed his way down my belly and to the waistband of my panties. Those soft, gentle hands hooked under the elastic and whipped my underwear off me in a flash. "Aaaahhh!" I heard him sigh as he rested his face on my hairy mound. A tongue flicked at my over-sensitive flesh, fingers caressed my labia, squeezing and parting them, his warm breath ran along my inner flesh and then his tongue moved down and into my cunt and lodged up there like a small, restless cock! I couldn't help myself any longer.
"Please Terry, take off your clothes and let me suck your dick!" I moaned, writhing about on the couch as his tongue dipped in and out of my overheated pussy. The juices were running free and my tits felt like they had an electric charge running in through the nipples. "I want you so much, please undress!" I repeated when he wouldn't answer.
"In a minute, in a minute." His lips found my clitoris and puckered around it to suck and tug at it like a mini-blow job, and I forgot about everything but the bolts of delight shooting through me. No one had made me feel this good! And knowing what was yet to come made it all the sweeter. Yes, I could be patient under these conditions. His mouth operated my pussy as if it was the key to all my stored up desires. He nibbled at my pussy lips, he sucked the juices out of my hole, he let his tongue slither from top to bottom, and his hands squeezed my buns so that my cunt stayed wide open to all intruders at all times. I could feel the air entering my cunt and soothing the feverish erogenous zones within, and when he opened my ass-hole as well as it was as though he was turning me inside out. Fingers entered that secret little hole at the back, the one I ignored for as much as possible; one finger at first, digging and stretching until the second could join it, and I felt a choking sensation down below that made me uncomfortable and tense, but somehow that blended in beautifully with the over-abundance of ecstasy at the front.
"Please Terry!" I groaned, almost beside myself now. "Fuck me, I want you to right now, oh fuck me Terry, I'd like nothing better." He nodded but stayed right where he was. What a strange, wonderful man, I thought. The girls had told me tales of their boyfriends, the way they never bothered with foreplay, just put a dollop of Vaseline on their cocks and rammed it home for a quickie. Not Terry. He wanted to be sure I was hot and ready before he brought our relationship to its peak. In fact he wanted me to be too hot and too ready! "I'm ready now!" I gasped. My body was in an uproar of passion and my hips were moving up and down with uncontrollable speed. "TERRY PLEEEEEEEEAAA-SSSSSEEE!! I NEED YOU NOW!! "
Two fingers stayed inside my ass-hole, two more disappeared into my cunt and when I used a little imagination it was almost as if I finally had a big, hard cock up there. The fingers moved in and out slowly, each thrust reaching for the bottom so that the knuckle of his thumb pressed hard into my clitoris; and as the fingers moved back, the ones up my ass moved right in, see-sawing me into indescribable convolutions of delight. But what I really wanted was his body on top of mine, crushing me into the couch as his big cock drove into my quavering, drooling pussy, I wanted his lips to take mine, I wanted to hear him breathe raspingly just the way they did in the romances I sometimes read. Much as I enjoyed his foreplay it was starting to irritate me as well.
He masturbated me hard and fast, and there was little I could do about my orgasms. I came left and right, struggling to contain so much bliss and yet a part of me kept struggling to let him know that I wanted his manhood in me. He avoided my eyes, just bent over my loins and rammed his-fingers up my orifices, working and sweating so that his beautiful suit was getting dripped on. Why wouldn't he take off his clothes? In between orgasms I began to wonder if Terry was all there.
At last, when I couldn't take anymore digital fucking, I told him to stop and undress. "I want to give you something back," I told him. "Don't you want me to do that?"
"It's not that. I like to make love this way," he said.
"But Terry, I want to make love to you as well!"
"You do? All right, but you may be in for a surprise," he said. "Or maybe you won't. Some people guess it right off."
"Guess what?" I was bewildered but he wouldn't explain. He took off his jacket and his pants, and hung them up neatly. In the dim light I saw that his legs were very smooth for a man's. His tie came off and he unbuttoned his shirt with his back to me. Now he only had on boxer shorts. Slowly he turned around. There was something very strange about his appearance...he was beautiful but...I couldn't work it out, the contours of his body were too soft, especially his chest. But then he took his boxer shorts off and stepped out of them, and I saw that there was something conspicuously absent between his legs. "You're a woman!" I cried.
"Surprise," said she.
CHAPTER THREE
Terry drew the drapes and turned the lights up. The radio played less moody music and she handed me a robe to put on. She put one on herself to wear into the kitchen where she boiled water for instant coffee, and cut a few slices of cake. I was still shaken, but this switch back to normalcy took the pain out of my confusion. "You're a real lesbian, then?" I asked her eventually.
"Dyed in the wool," she nodded. Now that I knew she was a woman her looks had taken on a different value. She was extraordinarily beautiful, classic features modified by sensuality, and her boy's body gave her a land of sprightly sexuality that kept me in a state of restlessness.
"But how could you be? I mean, how did you get that way?" The questions came from the bottom of my heart. Even though I was disappointed that she wasn't male, my disappointment was so deep that I could rest assured of my own orientation.
"Oh, I don't know. Some people say you're born that way, others tell you that your parents make you like that Now it's true I love my father and that I think my mother is a weakling...but then there isn't a period that I can remember when men attracted me more than women. In other words, there's no explaining it except to say: here I am!"
"Isn't that something?" My mind raced in tight circles. Didn't I feel the same way toward my parents? Then again, I did like boys, even if I couldn't think of any one in particular at that moment. I drank my coffee and stared at Terry. Her robe was slightly open and I could see her diminutive breasts, her small nipples, and something inside me quivered. "And you've never slept with a man?"
"Oh yes, now and then I do, but not for my own pleasure. If I can gain by it then I let it happen. Otherwise there's nothing in it for me. You see, what I like about women is their bodies and their attitude. They're smooth and sapid and squeezable, they're not hairy and their flesh isn't knotted. And women yield so easily and beautifully. Men labor on top of me and then sweat and pant, and when I want to contribute something they're offended. I love women, that sums it up."
"I see..." As she spoke I felt myself being drawn more and more to her. Each gesture revealed some of her nakedness, and those two tiny nipples so high on the small mounds became a fixation. I understood her point even if a part of me remained obdurate. The men I had known best were people like Mr. Daniels and the accountant. They didn't count Other men were out there to be had, smooth men, sensitive lovers, and they could make me as happy as...well, as Terry had made me a little while ago. "And so you go to singles bars and pick up women on the pretext that you're a man?"
"I don't do that very often." She crossed her legs and the dark patch of hair between them stood out from the shadows momentarily. "But I couldn't resist you. You looked so lovely and so lost"
That made me feel better. Now that I knew she didn't do this every night I started to feel friendly toward her, and when I left her later that evening I asked her if she would want me to come visit her again. Terry assured me she'd like nothing better. "But why don't you stay the night?" she asked. "Don't you like me that way?"
"I do, I really think I do. It's just going to take a little while for me to sort my head out," I said. Terry smiled and I could tell she knew as well as I did that I would be back. First, though, I had to straighten things out with Amy. As soon as I got down to the street I found a public phone and called her. "Amy, can I come and see you. It's very important!"
"Gena? Yes, sure, come on over." She sounded sleepy but I didn't care. I caught a cab to her place and kept my thoughts from delving too deep into what I was doing. I didn't want to contract cold feet at this point. Terry had pointed the way, now it was up to me to follow it Amy's parents were taken aback by my visit since I got there close to midnight. But they let me in and told me to go up to
Amy's room. I hurried up the stairs, my heart beating now that the moment was upon me.
"I have to talk with you," I told her, sitting on the side of her bed and taking her hand in mine. "This is going to shock you and you may never want to talk with me again, but I have to go ahead. I like you a lot, Amy, more than you know, and it's not just friendly either. But let me tell you what happened to me this evening." She remained perfectly still as I related the incident from start to finish, so still that I wondered if she hadn't blocked me out of her mind. Perhaps she loathed lesbians, perhaps she was nauseous at the very idea of what I had done. "Now do you understand?" I asked at the end of my story, a little desperately. "When we were posing for that loop the other day I was actually enjoying it, I wanted to do more with you, but I didn't dare. But now I'm over the top and I want to know if you feel the way I do."
Amy got off the bed and walked to the door in her nightie. I watched her with my heart in my mouth. "Ma!" she called down the stairs. "Gena is staying over tonight. Can you fit her in for breakfast?" Her mother answered that that would be all right, and Amy threw me a nightie. Nothing more was said. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. From one angle it was clear that she was consenting, but her way of doing it was too weird for my taste. When I undressed she didn't look at me. She lay on her side and closed her eyes as though she was too tired to stay awake another minute. And when I got into the bed beside her she reached over and turned off the light.
Darkness enveloped us, the warmth of her body inflamed mine, and the sudden sense of intimacy rendered me breathless and helpless for the moment Amy didn't stir. She kept her back to me and her breathing was regular. What did she want from mel I snuggled up to her and noticed that she didn't move away. So far so good. My hand came to rest on her shoulder, awkward and tentative, and her passivity encouraged me to go further. I ached to touch her breasts, to feel the soft springy flesh and squeeze it like Terry had done to my tits. Echoes of that session reverberated throughout my body and made me all the more eager to get started with my friend. Slowly, ever so slowly, I reached over and took hold of one of her breasts, closing my fingers around its firmness with bated breath. No response. But in this case no news was good news. I caressed that breast more openly, rubbing it until the nipple stood up under the cotton nightie, just knowing that I was leading made me hornier! I had been seduced and I had loved it. But taking the initiative gave me an erotic fillip that had been missing when I had been the prey.
Her blonde curls brushed against my face, perfumed and downy, and her breathing became less stable. That hard little nipple told the real story of what she was feeling. I kept on caressing both her breasts through her nightie, taking my time, pacing myself the way Terry had, and all of a sudden Amy turned over to face me and embraced me with fierce passion. "I've wanted this to happen so much!" she whispered. "Oh, God, Gena, I've thought of nothing else for days! But I was afraid you'd be repelled and so I took great pains to be cool, you know? I'm so happy you called tonight, so very happy!" Her lips met mine and we kissed for a long time, heads moving from side to side, tongues snaking in and out, exchanging warm spit and hot emotions, our hands caressing the other's back and digging into the soft flesh below while our pubic bones gnashed together in harsh desire.
We couldn't move on from that point for a long time, lost as we were in our hot embraces. I kept reminding myself that it was Amy I was kissing, blonde, slender, ballsy Amy, another employee of Porter Assurance Ltd. What would those stuffy executives say if they could see us spending our passion on each other instead of them? More to the point, what would Amy's parents say if they caught us at it? "Won't your parents check up on us?" I asked during a breather. Amy shook her head and said they would never think to suspect her of this, and we fell back into each other's arms again to kiss endlessly. But now my hands were on the move. They went right down her knees where her nightie ended, and then upward along her smooth, supple thighs to that damp, hairy area which had been the focus of my day and night dreams for days on end. Her labia were swollen and inside she was so wet that my finger slipped into her pussy hole without the slightest resistance. Once in there my finger never wanted to leave It was soft and warm, saucy smooth, and the sensation of her cuntal muscles contracting about the intruding digit were almost more than I could stand!
"Ooohhh, that's nice!" I heard her groan. She let me take over completely and I did my best to please her. Terry served as my model. I fingered her long and deep and I made sure a knuckle rubbed higher up in her pussy to keep her clitoris interested. It was so exciting to arouse my friend! I started to forget about my own needs in order to get her hotter and hotter, and pretty soon it paid off. Amy clutched at me like she was drowning and her stifled cries were music to my ears. Two of my fingers rode in and out of her open pussy now, pushing in as deep as they could go and pulling back until they almost lost contact with her. The other hand squeezed her tits and I was kissing the arch of her neck, working my cunt into her thigh as if I was actually fucking her-and it felt right, it felt just like the real thing! When I closed my eyes and placed my pubic bone just behind my fingers, it felt as though I had a cock and I was screwing Amy into the mattress!
I fucked her until we came, heaving and sweating, barely able to stifle our high-pitched moans of ecstasy. And then, as the last shudder of passion ran through our bodies, I rolled off her and withdrew my sticky fingers from her hot cunt, to lie on my back and breathe in all the air I could get at. My heart thumped wildly and my head was spinning. What had we been doing!? Even though she was right beside me and the smell of her cunt reached my nostrils from my fingers, it was hard to believe that I had actually gone through with my dreams. A spasm of desire overtook me and I rolled toward her to face her once more. Amy's arms opened up for me but instead of hugging me against herself she began to push me down...down...down to where her pussy quaked with passion! I gave in easily, sliding down her smooth belly to the matted bush of hair between her thighs, and the nearer I came the stronger that familiar, exciting smell became. Yes, this was what I had wanted all along. I thought for a moment that it might be pure narcissism on my part, the expression of a desire to eat my own cunt. But what did that matter now that her delicately formed organ was staring me in the face, its succulent lips parted-to reveal the tender pink flesh within, the whitish drops of fluid gathering about the entrance to her body, and now that her loins pulsed slowly and sensually as she awaited the touch of my lips.
Terry had made me feel wonderful by doing this, I thought as my tongue reached for the top of her cuntal slit. The tip hooked in there and lolled briefly, just long enough to give Amy a foretaste of what was to come. How had she done it? Her head had moved from side to side and her tongue had flickered faster than a lizard's in a different direction to give me the benefit of both. like this? "AAAA-AAHHHHHH YESSSSSSM" cried Amy in answer to my unspoken question.
"Sssshhhhh!" I cautioned her, raising my head for a second. She held one hand over her mouth and signalled for me to get on with it. Eating her was like eating a tasty oyster, opening the shell and digging one's tongue in to the very bottom to prize out the soft wet jelly that tasted like the sea. I took care to eat her right, sucking at her cunt until it yielded a bounty of its liquor and then priming her clitoris to bring out more. Amy was putty in my hands and mouth now, moving limply and crying out her helplessness with delicious abandon. I was afraid her parents would hear her but by this time it didn't matter enough for me to do anything about it Eating, slurping, swallowing her up, sucking her cunt into my mouth so that her sensitive flesh chafed against my teeth, nibbling at her tiny, hard clitoris, and pressing her thighs against my temples so as to lock myself into the realm of total cunt for good. Oh God, this was wonderful! I loved the taste, the texture, but I loved her responses best of all. She yielded so beautifully, just as Terry had said. And if I had been in Amy's place I would have done the same. The luxurious welter of sensations that Terry had produced in me were at that moment careening through Amy's overloaded system and feeding back into my body somehow. I echoed her moans, her convulsive writhing, and my pussy secreted as much juice as hers did, only there was no one to enjoy it.
Amy must have been turned in to my thoughts. After a particularly long and animated climax she crawled around, taking care not to take her cunt away from my mouth, and she grabbed hold of my ass and rolled me into her face. Now her mouth cleaved to my cunt as ardently as mine had cleaved to hers, and together we sucked up a storm. This was the most intimate of all embraces, total contact cunt to mouth, mouth to cunt, abasing each other while elevating the other, soaring into new regions of bliss while rutting about in the swamps of raw sex. Grunting, clawing, licking it up, we made love to each other until there just wasn't any more point to it. Exhaustion blunted our delights, cramps in my jaws made good eating a chore, and the pain in my pussy told me it had been pleasured more than enough.
"Wow!" was all we could say. Amy produced a packet of cigarettes and lit one for us both. I could taste the juice from my own cunt on the filter tip and a last electric thrill shook up my system. But that was it, I was numb and tired, and the deepest emotion I could muster was a warm contentment at being in bed with my friend and lover for the first time.
"Are you going to introduce me to this woman?" Amy asked later. "I'd sure like to meet the one who brought you out of your shell."
"Terry you mean? Sure, I'll introduce you two in good time. But we'd better get to sleep! It's after two and we have to be up bright and early for work, remember?"
"Ah shit!" she said. "You know something, Gena, I'm so tired of that job that I puke every time I think about it We have to do something about that place, stir it up, breathe some life into those fogies, something! I can't take the boredom anymore!"
"I think I know what you mean," I sighed.
"I've been there longer than you," she reminded me. "But what do you say? You know we can do it, all we have to have is a plan and we can set the whole place on its head! Wouldn't that be something?"
"Yes, but how do you propose to do what?" I asked.
"A full assault with our only weapons," she said, "our pussies. Listen, Gena, I've been thinking about quitting for a long time and I really don't care what other work I do. I'd become a hooker to get away from a typewriter and that's the truth. And before I leave there I want to cause trouble. Now what you have to do is to make up your mind: do you want to stay in insurance until you marry an insurance man? Or do you want to live?"
"That's quite a choice," I said. We had another cigarette and smoked it in silence. "The way you present it makes it easy to decide, but then I wonder what you mean by living? Putting out for every guy who's got the right amount of cash isn't my idea of living."
"We're both going to extremes. Listen, Jack says we ought to get into movies. Well, that's fine with me. The money mightn't be so great but it'll be enough to keep us going. And soon enough people will take notice of us, well do a job here and there for a lot of money, and well retire before we reach twenty-one. Now what could be more sensible?"
"Oh hell, I can't decide," I said impatiently. "I'll go along with whatever you decide, that's the easiest way."
"That's what I like to hear." She yawned tremendously, stubbed out the cigarette, and turned her back to me. "You can change your mind in the morning, but if you don't we're committed, right?"
"Right," I said, stupid with sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The secretaries generally lunched in the cafeteria on the third floor. Sometimes junior executives joined us, but usually they clustered around the tables occupied by the senior men. That left us alone to discuss our business without worrying about leaks. Amy and I knew about a dozen girls who were in much the same position as us, and it was to those girls we turned with our idea to turn the office upside down.
"For one day," Amy said, "let's do everything that's outrageous. Just one day, no more, no less, whatever you've dreamed of doing, let's do it. And the next day well all be back to normal. What do you say?"
Most of the girls were very interested in her plot. A few entertained doubts but they looked like they could be swung around. One of them, Sandy, raised her hand. "One fantasy I have," she said, "is to humiliate Grace. Any of you girls into that?"
"Yeah! I" People looked up at the wholehearted yell of approval we girls gave that notion. Grace the personnel officer, middle-aged and bitter, a dyke in Bloomingdale clothing, a spinster who pretended she had turned down one too many man, whereas in fact she had turned on to one too many woman. She treated us girls like dirt to get even for our youth and desirability. There was nothing we could do about it without jeopardizing our jobs, either, because it was Grace who had the power to hire and fire. But in this new moral climate all the girls were willing to chance it.
"After all," said Sandy, "what does it matter if we get fired? A year on unemployment suits me just fine. Besides, they're looking for secretaries all over the city, we've got no worries."
"That's right!" I was amazed at the change one woman had wrought. No longer were we timid or careful; we weighed the odds and found they were on our side. So it was decided that the twelve of us would get into action the next day, no holds barred.
It began early next morning. As soon as I got into the office I went to the bathroom and removed my pantyhose, panties, and even my bra. I had never dared to go public without my bra until that moment, but when I looked into the mirror I saw that my tits remained upright even without the infernal garment, so I threw it into the garbage for good measure. Now that the undies were gone I had on only a dress that came down to within a few inches of the knees, and a pair of shoes-nothing else! It was like the first time I had swum in the nude, quickly, covertly on Sunday while the family was picnicking, incredible exhilaration, feeling water flow along every part of my body; and now it was air, cool air brushing against my upper thighs, cooling my pussy, traveling up as far as my loose, bouncing breasts.
Mr. Daniels was waiting to dictate a letter because he bad to leave town that morning. Trembling with impatience he yelled for me to get my pad and pencil and to "get my ass in here!" I would, I would. I occupied the usual chair slightly off to the side of his desk and facing him, and I crossed my legs rather loosely so that he would be able to see the lower curve of my thigh where my leg turned to ass, and even a dark patch of hair if he craned his neck. He started with the usual "Dear Sir," rattled through the preamble, and it was when he reached the substance that he noticed the change in me.
"It is with deep regret that I must inform you...that.. . er...your policy has been cancelled...oh my God!"
"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Daniels?" I asked.
"No, no, nothing's wrong." I saw him wrench his eyes away from my thighs and reach for a handkerchief with which to mop his brow. I kept looking at him and he did his best to be normal but it was no use. He couldn't stop himself from glancing down at that shady patch between my thighs. And to keep him motivated I crossed my legs the other way, taking care to flash him a big beaver shot on the way. He groaned but still he said nothing. Perhaps he figured I'd forgotten to put on my panties and if he told me I'd ruin his fun. All the better for the plan.
He tried to keep on dictating but the sentences just weren't falling into place. In the end he got annoyed and said: "Oh never mind, just do your filing and well attend to this letter when I get back."
A good move on his part. The filing cabinets were in his office and whenever I filed I had my back to him and, of course, I had to bend to get at the lower drawers. I fetched the pile of papers and got to work without a murmur of protest. To tease him I began with the upper drawer. I could feel his eyes on me. There wasn't a sound behind me. Usually he was busy on the phone or moving papers around his desk, but not that morning. The middle drawer was next and I had to bend a little to get at it. I felt a slight coolness about the lower part of my buns and figured a little of my ass had to be showing. It made me feel like a real tramp to be flashing my flesh this way, so bad and wicked and uninhibited! There were a lot of papers to go into the middle drawer and time must have really dragged for Mr. Daniels. At last I came to the bottom drawer and now I Bent over without the least regard for decency. I heard him take in a sharp breath, followed by a tiny, despairing moan. I turned around without straightening up and found his eyes riveted to my ass. Even my inquiring look couldn't distract him. He was pale and his tongue licked at his lips nervously. I went back to work, filing slowly and flashing a lot of beaver at my boss.
"Gena...oh Jesus, I can't go through with this...Gena, I..." He rushed at me and fell to his knees behind me. His face pushed in between my thighs and his mouth tried to get at my cunt, but I wasn't having any of that.
"Mr. Daniels!" I cried. "Whatever's gotten into you!"
I must have you, you shouldn't tease me this way, please Gena, just a nibble, a touch, I won't ask for more." His hands were trying to get up under my dress but he was too disorganized to get any place. And I backed off coyly, slapping his hands away with the papers and protesting my innocence. When he wouldn't desist I threatened to scream, and at last he got a hold on himself. "No, don't do that, I'll behave." He sat back in his chair, visibly upset, and he asked: "But if you don't want me to, why didn't you wear underpants and all that other stuff?"
"Mr. Daniels, I don't believe my ears! What is it, spring or something? The very idea! Of course I'm wearing panties, I wouldn't be caught dead without them-if it's any business of yours." I bent over the bottom drawer again and aggravated his condition immensely. It made me feel great to know how susceptible he was to the parts of my body. Men could be enticed so easily, there really wasn't anything te it, and I used all of my assets on him until he was clinging to his chair to stop himself from attacking me. I knew now how a lion tamer felt in the cage with all his charges.
"I've had enough of this," muttered my boss suddenly. "I'm leaving now before it's too late. I'm a happily married man, I don't need this!" I watched him hurry down the corridor and, as I expected, he went into the men's room to take care of his own business.
The other girls hadn't been idle either to judge by the disconcerted expressions on the executives' faces. Their staid, complacent fronts had been shattered to lay bare the faces of feverish adolescents. They couldn't walk straight anymore. Each girl that passed them had to be scrutinized, they exchanged silly grins, went into their offices only to emerge a minute later so they could hang about in the corridor and shoot some more beaver.
The phone rang on my desk and it was Grace calling. "Since Mr. Daniels is going away for the day," she told me in her crisp, bitchy voice, "you can work with Mr. Porter's administrative assistant this afternoon, right after lunch. You won't forget, will you?"
"I'll make a note of it, Grace," I said. Sandy was sitting at her desk doing nothing but turning about on her chair to an audience of surreptitious junior executives who were utterly focused on her thighs. I went over and perched on her desk as if for an idle chat, but I was flashing just as much. Finally one of the bolder executives came over and asked us why none of the girls were wearing panties. "Aren't we?" I asked. "How strange, I certainly am. And you can see for yourself." I lifted the skirt of my dress and showed him my nakedness. The muscles in his jaws moved nervously and he shook his head, so I looked down and pretended to be shocked. "Oh my goodness! I must have forgotten!"
"Me too!" exclaimed Sandy, quickly pulling her skirt down. "What are we going to do, Gena? I don't carry a spare pair with me."
"Perhaps you guys would oblige us by not looking?" I suggested. They swore to a man that they would keep their eyes to themselves, and Sandy and I got back to work. The atmosphere in the office was electric. Wherever we looked there were men lurking in doorways and secretaries flashing pussy, and I felt deep in my belly that it wouldn't be long before they would rape us all. I could hardly wait! The liberation had spread to my very soul, I wanted it all and right away, and the idea of a savage, hard cock battering into my cunt hole was enough to make my knees buckle! I took my place at the big desk at the end of the long corridor, right outside of the office occupied by Mr. Porter's administrative assistant, and I watched the goings-on with barely concealed amusement. Amy walked down the corridor with her little titties bouncing and the hem of her dress flouncing high enough to show a bit of cheek, and the men loved it. A black secretary strutted by with her already prominent ass stuck right out, and the sight of the black buns bouncing about drove me crazy-forget about the men! The tension was building fast. A few typewriters clattered onward but none of the men were doing any work at all. Guys came down from the mailroom when the rumor reached them, but they were sent back up by executives who feared competition.
Grace chose a vital moment to come down and check up on me. "Ah, you managed to get to your desk all right, then?" she said nastily. "But I see you haven't seen fit to do any work yet? Perhaps you might get to that next?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, yawning and stretching so luxuriously that my dress rode well up over my thighs and my tits pressed hard into the flimsy material. Grace's mouth fell open and it took her a minute or so to collect herself.
"Young lady!" she exclaimed.' "You are not properly dressed! No bra, no panties, what on earth is the matter with you?" She tried her best to be officious but the old bitch couldn't help taking another look. Instead of pulling my dress down as she expected me to do I leered at her and lifted it right up, spreading my legs so she could peer right up my snatch.
"Eat it, Grace," I said coolly.
"What?! " Overtones of hysteria laced her voice. "You cover your body up right this minute or you can leave the premises! I won't have lewd spectacles in my office!"
"Hey, Grace!" Sandy called out. She stood not far from the personnel officer and as the middle-aged woman turned around Sandy raised her skirt and thrust her pussy out at her like a stripper teasing her audience without mercy. Amy came over and turned her back to Grace only to take a low bow in the direction of the gathering crowd of executives. No one could quite believe what was going on. Mr. Daniels came out of the men's room just in time to be treated to Amy's ass and the tits of another girl who decided they were her best assets. He turned on his heel and went back into the bathroom, no doubt to cultivate more hair on his palms.
Grace was transfixed. She wanted to leave but she couldn't. She wanted to stop us but she didn't really want to. Lust and confusion showed on her face. One moment she came toward me, then she backed off and looked over at the men for help. But they weren't about to extend her a hand. They wanted to see what could possibly happen next. We didn't keep them waiting long. All twelve girls came toward Grace now and as they advanced they took off their clothes and shoes, until all of us were stark naked. The surroundings were familiar and yet strange now that we were undressed. The gray carpet and the dully gleaming white walls, the serviceable desks and typewriters, all of it became oddly exotic due to our presence. Grace was in shock. Her eyes were wide open and staring at us wildly.
"Don't worry, Grace," said Amy, "we're not going to hurt you, although a good thrashing would do you the world of good. We're going to make love to you, Grace, we're going to show you how good it is to be nice to other people and in the process we're going to show you a lot about yourself. Okay girls, let's get her!"
The woman tried to escape but it was too late. Twelve pairs of arms grabbed hold of her, clothes tore away from her body as our fingers pulled at whatever we could get at. "HEEEEEE-LP!" she yelled, struggling furiously to get away. "SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE! HEEEEEEELP!! " One man actually tried to dial the police number but the others intervened quickly and firmly. Grace emerged from our group with only a few tatters of clothing hanging from her body, her hair in disarray, and her eyes wilder than ever. "PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME, SOMEBODY HELP!! " The men drew closer to see the rape all the better. Those last tatters were pulled off and now she stood as naked as the rest of us, too embarrassed to move or cover herself.
She wasn't in bad shape, I thought. Her ass was too big and her waist wasn't easy to find but her tits were big and firm with brown nipples still gazing up at the stars. Her hair, normally tied back in a severe bun, now hung loose and her hard features were softened by sheer fear. She managed to bring her hands in front of her gray pubic bush but that still left her tits out on display. We let her stand there just so she could savor her humiliation, but in doing-so we also gave her time to collect her senses.
"You nasty young bitches!" she snarled suddenly, and in defiance of the odds she attacked us! Her claws drawn, teeth bared, she came at us like a wildcat and several of us got badly scratched before a rain of blows made her back off. This time we gave her no chance to catch her breath. We leaped on her and brought her down to the floor, pinning her there with the weight of our bodies. I was right in the thick of it, reveling in the close contact with so much female flesh. Everywhere I looked there were pussies and buns and tits and other good things to eat, and I couldn't resist a little nibble at the nearest nipple. But now it also became clear that not all the secretaries were into other women. A lot of them had their eye on one of the executives, a young guy who had joined the company a few months earlier and had shown himself to be impervious to the work. He loved women and the women responded by loving him. Even I had a soft spot for him, but when I saw one or two of the girls drifting toward him I decided to stick with Grace instead.
Grace had stopped struggling. She lay on her back and panted, muttering a few curses now and then as if to satisfy the demands of society, but underneath it all enjoying herself most perversely. Amy and I were her most avid assaulter, and pretty soon we were the only ones. At first the girls had yelled that we ought to stick a broom up her cunt or that we all piss on her, but the executives had taken off their clothes and were drawing the girls away from the huddle one by one.
"Sit on her face, quick!" hissed Amy. I did as I was told and watched as my friend went down on the gray-haired pussy. It was easy to tell that Grace was juicy. Within seconds I heard Amy slobbering down there and sucking up the sap, and at the same time Grace's tongue and lips began to make waves inside my pussy. But my mind was on other things. That young executive had selected one woman with whom to make love, Sandy, and when I saw the cock she was about to receive I went green with envy.
He looked so beautiful to me, so strong with hair on his chest and a cock that reared up out of a dark pubic bush like a brown stallion. His thighs rippled with muscle and I could feel them pressing hard, against my sides as he rode me into ecstasy. Dark hair grew on them and dark hair sprouted out from between his muscular buns, and it was as though my body knew about men even though I didn't, some kind of atavistic memory activated by the sight of so much manhood. The taste buds in my mouth were alerted to a new sensation, something musky, salty, and sweaty, and as Grace ate my pussy my fantasies about him became more and more feverish. His cock could choke me from either end, his balls could dangle down my throat, my tongue could skitter down the tight slopes of his ass and disappear in that hairy valley to taste...to lick...and to go right back to his front to get at those heavy, low-slung balls! Sandy seemed to be on the same trail. I watched her covetously as she began to make love to the man, licking him and sucking at his skin, running her hands along his broad chest and fiddling with his hairs there. And he stood with his hands supporting him on a desk behind him, smiling down at her and occasionally grinning at me. He couldn't mistake the intention of my stare, could he? I signalled him with all my strength, rescue me, take me, make me your own! Ah, but he was happy, Sandy had reached his belly button and she was promising to go further. I couldn't believe my eyes or my body when she closed her lips around his cock. That looked so delicious! I had to do it, there were plenty of dicks around me, all I had to do was reach out and grab one!
But I couldn't. Amy tired of sucking Grace's cunt and she sat with her ass between the woman's legs, pulsing her pussy against hers and reaching for me to take me into an embrace so she could kiss me on the lips. I tasted Grace's cunt in her spit, a tart, heady taste that made me feel like going down on her myself. But one of my eyes stayed open to look past my friend's head at the executive getting head from Sandy. Yes, he loved it more than anything. His face wore the look of utter contentment that one sees on the faces of babies or well-fed dogs. Her head was moving back and forth and I was just able to see her lips sliding along the thick shaft of his cock, wet and gleaming now, and ever so hard. Inside I was dying but for Amy's sake I moaned a bit and worked my tongue deep into her mouth. Grace sucked at my cunt with dogged determination and ground her cunt into Amy's with the sole purpose of climaxing.
The other girls had found partners now and those executives who hadn't been selected in the first muster, waited their turn impatiently. Some were jerking off very slowly, their eyes riveted to the nearest female part. Others stood against the wall and tried to hide their raging erections from their friends. They wanted to look cool, as though they had had sex before, but none of them could hide his flushes and throbbing hard-on, and in the end none of them bothered. The wall flowers came nearer to the occupied couples and took to stroking breasts and buns, or fingered an unoccupied pussy. The girls had forgotten all about the purpose of our demonstration. They were getting laid and that was better than working any day!
"Fuck her like you did me," I heard Amy whisper. Without thinking about it I changed positions with her and lay on top of Grace. The woman looked up at me with glassy eyes and when I started caressing her big tits and moving my pussy into that gray knoll of pubic hair, she didn't seem to understand what was happening. "Go on," Amy urged, "make her cry like a baby!"
In this position my back was to the other people and I figured it was as well to make the best of it. I began to make love deliberately and thoroughly to Grace. Her big tits intrigued me and both my hands came up to squeeze them tightly while my mouth went from one nipple to the other to suck as hard as I could. When I closed my eyes a most delightful feeling swept through me, one of security and bliss such as I hadn't known in years. Her tits were a haven, a cuddly cubbyhole in which I alone could play. And play I did. I pressed them, pinched them, dug my fingers into them until she squealed in pain, I bit them and licked them all over, I sucked on her nipples until they were as hard little bullets, and all the while my horny loins undulated over hers, chafing our cunts together and regaling our clitorises with a harsh massage that made us shake all over. Now we were getting places. I had forgotten about the fucking and the sucking going on behind me. All I knew was that Amy stood over us with one leg up on the desk and both her hands up her crotch, that Grace was under me moaning and whining, and that I was making love to her as well as anyone could.
I fingered her a little and caressed her inner thighs, but I stuck with her tits as long as that excited us. And when she started to fuck harder and moan less, I reached down and wormed my hands in between her ass and the carpet, and pulled her ass open till I could get my fingers to her orifices. But my face stayed at her tits, biting and licking her with great zeal and pleasure. "What a big ass you've got!" I muttered as my hands dug deep into her soft flesh. She was totally relaxed down there and it felt as though her ass was made up of two big smooth bags three quarters full of thick cream, incredibly squeezable and sensual, and in a burst of passion I bashed my cunt against hers like I really had a cock of my own. "A big-assed bitch, that's what you are, and I'll bet you've got a cunt as big as an elevator shaft!" I hissed, grabbing at her viciously to hurt her and satisfy my lust for her flesh. She cried out but lifted her ass so I could get at the rest.
I found her cunt and it was a beauty! Thick lips ran from her ass-hole to her pubic bone, wide apart and spilling over with slippery inner lips that bulged out so far it was a wonder she could ever close her cunt. My fingers slid into her sticky hole one, two, three, lodging up there in a bunch and filling her. But that was only for the moment. Grace could hold more than that, and after I had finger-fucked her for a bit she was so loose and wet that it had no effect on her. I added a fourth finger and placed the back of my hand against my cunt to pretend-fuck her again. It was good for a few minutes but then her cunt yawned as if bored by it all.
"I can't believe this!" I said, and I sat up in between her big thighs to look at what was going on. Her cunt had four fingers between its lips, right up the hole, and I jiggled them around a bit to see if there really was room for more or if that was imagination. Amy told me to try it and Grace just moaned helplessly. Her big hips moved slowly up and down like an idling engine about to take off at full pelt, and I added my thumb to the bunch very cautiously.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! " Grace sighed. Her legs parted until her thighs were at right angles to her torso and she lifted her hips again. Now my whole hand slipped part of the way into her cunt, and I withdrew with a cry of alarm. My own pussy reacted with vicarious panic at the sight of so much expansion, and it took me a few seconds to settle down. But then I had to try again. Seeing the personnel officer naked on her back and at my mercy, and seeing my fist slowly disappearing between those hairy lips was a wholly unexpected treat There it went, soughing into her swampy cunt as though it had gotten itself stuck in quicksand, going, going, going...gone! "OOOOOOOWWWWW-AAAAAAAHHHHHI! cried Grace, half sitting up as if to question the sensations boiling up in her body. Then she reclined with a deep, heartfelt sigh and submitted to her lot gracefully.
"Look at that!" marveled Amy. "You know what caused her cunt to become so big, don't you?" And when I shook my head she said: "Dildo's Disease, an ancient syndrome not as yet recognized by the medical profession. But that's a case of too many dildos if ever I've seen one."
I was too busy to ask her to explain. My fist had gone in to the wrist and it cost me quite a lot of effort to move it back and forth. She liked it when I moved my fingers inside that hot, clammy cave, and so I tickled her there until she went bananas on the floor. Screaming, crying and laughing, her body wracked with pleasures I could only guess at, she went through one climax after another, and she made so much noise doing it that a lot of people abandoned their fucking just to take a look at her.
"Let me try something," said Amy. "Don't take your hand out but help me lift her ass higher up, that's it, roll her so her weight is on her shoulders." Grace's legs were in the air for a moment, then they folded back until her knees came to rest by the sides of her head. She didn't seem to notice. My fist pumped in and out of her cunt vertically now and Amy made me move around so that she had complete access to Grace's ass. I began to see what her plan was.
"Oh no, now don't be crazy!" I protested.
"Do it, do it!" said the crowd, hushed and febrile. All their fucking had stopped now, executives and secretaries alike huddled around Grace and us, watching bug-eyed as my fist churned about in her cuntal juices, and as Amy introduced a careful finger up the woman's ass-hole. "Go ahead, do it!" Someone handed Amy a jar of Vaseline and she quickly smeared a large dollop into Grace's ass-hole as well as spreading a thick layer on her hand. I still couldn't accept what she was about to do. One fist was arduous enough, but two! No, it was out of the question, the human body had to have limits.
With the Vaseline to grease her way Amy had no trouble getting the first finger deep in between the puckered sphincters. She dipped it in and out for a while and pulled at the perimeter of the anus as if to loosen it. Grace was oblivious to everything but the climaxes popping off in her mind. She lowed softly like a cow at its springtime peak and squealed as the second finger entered her ass. I stopped moving my fist for a while to give Amy a chance to get settled in. Everyone was bent over Grace's ass now, watching intently like interns observing a surgical team at work. In and out, two fingers, then three, stretching her muscles to the utmost at first, waiting for a little slack and adding the fourth finger as soon as it was possible. Grace bellowed like a foghorn, she was lost in her own agonizing passion, and the redness of her cuntal flesh was matched only by her scarlet face. Amy had trouble worming her bunched fingers into the distended ass-hole. She sweated with the effort of working them around and down, pushing, bearing down on the fingers with the full weight of her body until they subsided into the hole and were slowly swallowed up. She worked the flat of her hand in on the side so that only the thumb stuck out, a reverse birth from the wrong end. And I kept on fist-fucking the personnel officer with mesmeric monotony, in and out, in and out, hot, wet juices slurping about my fingers, hair chafing against my wrist.
"OOOOOoooooOOOOOooooooOOOOHHHHHir groaned Grace. She looked up from between her knees at the two of us, bending over her intently and working her as though she was a marionette. "STOOOOOOPPPP!!! IT HURTS, IT HURTS, AAAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWOOOOOWWI! NO MORE, PLEASE, NO MOOOOOOORRRRE!!"
"Now," hissed Amy. Her hand pulled back out from the greasy hole and her thumb folded into the palm so that the whole lot tapered sufficiently to fit into the wide open anus. She bit her lips and grimaced with the effort of pushing her hand past the barriers of Graces sphincters, and in one big push she managed to get up to her wrist. Grace screamed, not in pain or panic but in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
The crowd around us caught her feverish ecstasy. Men and women were jerking off, solo or mutually, leaning in close so that droplets of sweat fell on Grace's ass like a spring shower. And it wasn't long before white drops joined the sweat, thick dollops of sperm flying out of flushed, strained cocks, balls emptying themselves as if to lubricate our fucking fists. Somewhere a woman was getting laid fervently, but no one took any notice. They watched and joined in until there wasn't anything left. One by one the executives drifted over to the pile of clothing and got dressed as if to cover their shame. The secretaries reached their climaxes and felt the same naked vulnerability here in the office environment. Only Amy and I went on, inspired by erotic vindictiveness.
But even for us the game lost its novelty. I withdrew my fist first, mainly because the circulation had been cut off for too long by the nipping cunt of our personnel officer. Amy followed suit a few minutes later, and the two of us were happy to take a breather from our labors. As for Grace, she lay on the ground, flat on her back, and kept asking herself what was going on. Eventually she sat up and looked around, pinched herself, and asked us to explain. We just shrugged.
"No, tell me!" she insisted. "What was the idea behind this? Did you want to humiliate me in front of everyone? Or did this just happen spontaneously?"
"It just happened." Amy stuck her cigarette in her mouth and began to put her clothes on. I just wanted to go home. My body felt empty and useless, and the smell of cunt began to sicken me. Each time I raised my hands to my face I got a powerful whiff of it
"I don't think so," said Grace. "I think you two cooked this whole thing up in your evil little minds! Well, you're going to pay for this. I'll get you fired today for having fun at my expense."
"Do what you like," said Amy. "I'd enjoy collecting unemployment for a year. Besides, you loved every minute of it. Look at you, you're still naked like you're hoping we'll attack you again. You couldn't get enough pussy if you had ten office parties like this one per day." They started arguing but I didn't even want to know about it. I picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up and dress. A number of the other girls were there, sitting around and smoking, just trying to catch their breath before returning to real life.
"Wow, Gena, that was great!" said Sandy. She stood in front of the mirror and examined her bruised breasts. "That guy from accounting really put it to me! Do you think we could do this every week?"
"It wasn't supposed to be a party!" I said testily. "We were supposed to show those executives what ass-holes they are, and instead we gave them the time of their nasty little fives I"
"Oh, that's not important," sniffed another girl. "Besides, we ruined the whole working day for them, didn't we? And who knows what this will lead to. Mr. Overs seemed very interested in me, personally."
"He's married with three kids," said another member of our group. "That can be changed."
"You girls make me sick," I said. "None of you can think any deeper than your pussies." I went into one of the cubicles and slammed the door so I could take a leak in peace. The girls just giggled and went on with their gossiping.
When I emerged from the bathroom Amy and Grace were still in the hallway arguing the point Naked Grace, her big tits bobbing furiously as she gesticulated, and yelled, her big thighs shivering with every movement, an aging earth mother next to a slender sylph in secretary's clothing. The corridor was empty but for them. As I approached them to go back to my desk outside Mr. Porter's administrative assistant's office, I saw the executives going back to work, and with them came the all too familiar atmosphere of paper work in progress. There was something unutterably stale about that and right then I knew what if was like to return to the farm once I'd seen gay Paree. But I would endure, I would go back to my desk and type letters, I would do it because I didn't know whether I preferred security to happiness.
"Grace! Is that you?" The door opened and Mr. Porter stood there staring at Grace as if she was a ghost. "No, my eyes must be playing tricks on me! Are you really naked?"
"Mr. Porter, let me explain. You see these two girls stripped me of my clothes and they did all sorts of disgusting things to me in front of everyone. I want you to fire them, sir, right now, they're not worthy to work for your company!" The words came out like machine gun bullets and Mr. Porter seemed taken aback by it all. He looked at me and at Amy and it must have seemed to him like a case of a man biting a dog.
"Is that true?" he asked us.
"She just went berserk," said Amy deadpan, "and ripped off her own clothes and begged us to do lewd things to her. But we're not that kind. I think she's been working too hard, Mr. Porter, she just snapped, that's all."
"I have witnesses!" cried Grace, and she went from office to office until she found an executive who was willing to testify that we had raped her. She found one soon enough, a milquetoast who'd been at the company for thirty years. He confirmed her story and added that it was the worst thing he had ever seen in his life. Mr. Porter was less than upset about die whole issue, though. He dismissed the witness and told Grace to wait outside his office while he talked with us.
"I'll have to fire you, of course," he said when we were alone. "I couldn't let this sort of conduct go by unpunished, you do understand that don't you? Good. But I don't want you two to disappear either. If you don't mind the sort of work I have in mind I could throw a good living your way."
"What do you mean exactly," said Amy, who knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, it's after hours and supine work," said Mr. Porter. "I can't tell you any more than that, but be sure to leave your address with me and I'll contact you in a week or so."
"That sounds very interesting." We thanked our former employer and left his office looking anything but glum. I was just glad to have been fired, to be kicked off the farm. But Amy was way ahead of me. She saw the business that was coming our way before I even knew we were eligible.
CHAPTER FIVE
"First, we have to get an apartment together," said Amy as we left the Porter Assurance Building. "I'm tired of living at home, anyway, and I've got enough saved for the deposit and all that What about it Gena, are you game?"
"Sure," I said with false confidence. "I just wonder how my folks are going to take it. I mean, it's going to be hard enough to break the news that I'm fired without adding this item to it"
"Then don't tell them you've been fired until after we've moved."
"I guess that's a good idea." Everything was going too fast for me. We stood on the sidewalk and realized we had four hours on our hands before we could go home. "See?" I commented. "It's going to be like this each day we don't tell them we're out of a job. We'll have to hang out for forty hours a week!"
"Perhaps we could visit some people," Amy suggested, but I could tell by her face that she didn't know anyone who would be home at that hour. All about us people walked with a purposeful stride, and behind us the Porter Building buzzed with activity. Only Amy and me, and the bums sitting on the park benches, were without function.
"Hey, I know! We could see if Terry is home. She didn't seem the nine to five type to me." Amy wanted to know what land of type that was, but I disappeared into a telephone booth and called Terry's number. She was home and she said she'd be glad to see us. "Didn't I tell you? She sounded like she'd just gotten out of bed!"
"Okay, so you're smart." We took a cab to Terry's address and found her still in bed. She had on a long, red flannel nightie and her short-cropped hair was tousled from a long and restless sleep. Without her make-up she looked more beautiful than most women coming out of a beauty parlor, and the effect of her looks wasn't lost on Amy. Her wise-ass manner left her and she became quite shy when we sat down on the edge of Terry's bed.
"I didn't really expect to see you again," said Terry in her throaty, sexy voice. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of the side of her mouth so she could continue looking us over. "You'll have to excuse me staying in bed for a bit longer. I had such a hard night last night that I don't know if I'll ever get up again."
"Why, what happened?" I asked.
"I told you that I do it with men for money when it's necessary, didn't I? Well, yesterday it became necessary and I was unlucky enough to snare a guy who wanted his money's worth. He wouldn't stop, just kept banging away at me all night long and he didn't even pause in between blowing. He must have been some freak of nature, I think. Boy, did I earn those bucks, all two hundred of them."
"Two hundred!" Amy asked, her eyes round with amazement.
"Sure, what do you think? I'm no sale item, honey."
"Wow, that's more than I make in a week-or used to make."
"We were fired today," I explained, and when Terry wanted to know more I gave her a brief outline of the day's events. She was very impressed and asked us what we were planning to do next. "Well, we know a guy who makes pornographic loops and he pays us thirty dollars for half an hour's work. And he says we ought to get into feature movies. That sounds pretty profitable."
"Nonsense," said Terry sharply. "You can expect a hundred bucks here and fifty there, but it's nothing when you add it all up at the end of a year. That whole market is dedicated to finding new faces and new asses."
"What would you suggest?" Amy asked.
"Oh, let's not talk business just yet," yawned Terry. "Come on, let's take a shower and a sauna together, that'll relax us all."
"A sauna!" we cried. She had one right next to the bathroom, a large sauna complete with coals, wooden paneling and a bucket full of water to keep the humidity high. At this point I began to wonder just how Terry could afford all this. Certainly the occasional trick wouldn't do it. I asked her but she dodged the question. We took a quick dip under a cold shower and rushed shivering into the sauna, which was so hot that we couldn't breathe at first. The temperature gauge read two hundred degrees and when Terry poured water over the coals the heat seemed to double. The sweat welled up from every pore and at first all we could do was gasp.
Naked, sitting on towels spread over a wooden bench, intimacy growing in this moist oven, we could feel our defenses being lowered. Terry looked lovely next to me. The sweat made her slightly tanned flesh glisten sensually and the supple leanness of her body made her look enough like a boy to bring out my dormant desires. Next to her Amy looked voluptuous, large breasts and fuller thighs, more pubic hair, and both of them together made me feel like the Bazooka Girl, all tits and ass!
"This is nice!" said Amy, sitting back so that she touched the wall. She sat up again hurriedly because the wall was too hot and looked over her shoulder to see if she had been damaged. Terry took her by the shoulders and turned her so she could inspect it closely.
"It's all right," she said, caressing her perspiring flesh tenderly, "I'll kiss it all better. There, how does that feel? Shall I keep kissing it for you?"
"Ooohhh, yes please," said Amy, reclining in the woman's arms. I watched them with mounting excitement, the seducer and the seducee, both of them so willing, so glad to have company. My turn would come in time, I could be patient, and so I made myself comfortable to watch as Terry slowly caressed my friend into a state of bliss. She was so subtle and thorough that my body began to tingle in empathy with my friend's, each caress, each licking kiss, each tiny squeeze registered in me and caused me to reach down between my thighs to bring a measure of comfort to my itching pussy. Now that I had experienced making love with women a few times my body knew what to expect and what to aim for, and I found myself tuned in within minutes. Now she had her arms about Amy and her hands on the girl's small firm breasts, pinching the nipples and testing the resilience of her flesh, while Amy rested her head on Terry's shoulder and sighed appreciatively. Yes, I knew how she felt. Terry had aroused me from head to toe only the other night, evoking wild tingling storms of passion in my belly that spread like a bunch of hurricanes to throw all of me into tumult.
"Feeling better, baby?" murmured Terry. She leaned against me now and held Amy as if she really were a baby. "Tell Mummy that it doesn't hurt any more, tell her, let her know just how you feel."
"Feels good!" crooned Amy. Her hips were restless now, bucking up and down as if to invite some action down there. She half turned so that her face came to rest against Terry's shoulder and she slithered down a little way to get at those diminutive breasts, those glorified nipples. At once Terry let out a moan of delight, and I understood that her breasts had to be super-sensitive what with all those nerves packed into such a small area. I wrapped my arms about her and caressed her other tit, slow and easy, as if lost in a dream, and tiny shivers ran through her body in response.
The heat was so clammy and oppressive that we were melting like pats of butter. Only a dim little lamp provided us with light and the smell of eucalyptus prevailed. Little fountains of sweat gushed all over my body and when my skin touched Terry's it squelched and slipped as though we had been rubbed down with baby oil. By easing my back against the wall very carefully I managed to get used to the hot wood, and made myself much more comfortable. Now Terry could rest in my arms and I could maul her lovely little tits, and Amy could still push into her and suck at the nearer nipple to her heart's content. The sweat made it easy to twist and turn and suddenly Terry was down on my breasts, plucking at both nipples with her lips, embracing me about the waist and raising her ass at Amy, who had lost her grip and found herself sitting all alone. Amy didn't need a stronger hint. I could see her maneuvering into position, licking her lips and looking delighted.
"Hey, it still tastes like sperm down here!" she protested. "Didn't you wash him out of your body yet?"
"I thought I had," said Terry. She looked embarrassed now. "I must have dreamed that I douched."
"Let me do it for you, then," said Amy. "Where's your equipment?" Terry told her and the two of us waited suspensefully while my friend got the douche bag filled and the nozzle in place. When she came back into the sauna she dumped more water on the coals and settled back in between Terry's legs. I took the sweating boy-woman into my arms and kissed the sweat off her face while she cocked her ass up in preparation for the internal shower. "I love doing this," said Amy. "Every time I douche I get off on it, it never fails."
"Oooohhh yes! So do I!" signed Terry, her fingernails digging into my flesh. "Push it in deeper, honey, right up me, the more the better. There's only one thing better than a douche and that's an internal."
"You mean a vaginal examination? Oh yes, I love that, too! My gynecologist thinks he's a real lover just because his finger makes me wet. Hold on now, here comes the lot." She must have shoved the nozzle right into Terry's cunt and squeezed the bag, because the women grabbed hold of me and moaned as she bit into the flesh of my breasts.
There, now just relax and let it all drip out," said Amy. Water ran over the bench and onto the floor, where it soon evaporated into more humidity. I didn't know if I was coming or dying in this dreadful heat. Terry mauled my tits and my pussy distractedly, her body shivering, her head twisting from side to side. I wondered what Amy was doing back there but I figured she was probably opening the woman's cunt right up to let it empty out. Terry pushed backward to get more of that treatment, and in doing so she slid down my belly and landed with her face between my legs. Her mouth automatically went into action, sucking and licking my pussy just as effectively as she had the other night. I couldn't resist her tonguing, her greedy fondness of my juices, and I clenched my thighs about her head while pushing my cunt deeper into her mouth for more, more, morel
Over Terry's undulating body I could see that Amy was no longer using the douche on our new friend. She lay on her back, her face just below Terry's restless cunt, and she had her own legs wide open so her hands could work the nozzle of the douche deep into her body. Fucking herself, eating Terry, and letting the woman's juices drip on her face, my friend seemed to be discovering new realms of pleasure. The sounds she made were those of lust and excitement, complete abandonment And what she did to Terry, Terry did to me! The woman sucked at my cunt so that the flesh bulged out and chafed against her teeth painfully, but the pain melted in with the fiery pleasures and raced through my body to madden me and make me explode into intense little climaxes.
Amy turned over and sat on her knees, resting one arm on Terry's back so the other could guide the nozzle into her cunt from behind. Now she was looking right at me, licking her lips and panting, sweating profusely, and her eyes told me how much she wanted me, how she longed to eat my cunt. I couldn't face so much lust My eyes closed and I tried to pull Terry up over me like a security blanket. But Terry was too busy with my cunt and Amy came toward me slowly, stalking me with that nozzle in her hand. I glanced at the strangely formed phallus through my lashes, and I wondered if she would really put it up me. I wanted her to and
I didn't want her to, I wanted anything that was like a cock...but could I stand it? Besides, how much better than Terry's (or Amy's) tongue could it be? I quailed at the idea of experiencing more powerful emotions than those rampaging through my overloaded system.
Terry monopolized my cunt and Amy pointed the nozzle at my mouth instead. The nozzle shone with oil and smelled of cunt, and when it touched my lips I fastened them about the perforated knob and sucked at those delicious oils, tasting a little of Terry, a little of Amy, and some Massengil to go with it. The nozzle dove deeper between my lips, caressing along my tongue and heading for the gag zone, but I wasn't afraid. A strange hunger welled up in the back of my throat, a yearning to be stuffed choc-a-bloc with something hard and unyielding, and that nozzle couldn't get down my throat quick enough for me! I licked it and sucked it, my beautiful toy, and Amy moved it in and out slowly as a real cock would do. For those delirious moments I forgot all about Terry. All that mattered was that stiff thing in my mouth, so much like the cocks who were playing on my mind more and more these days.
She withdrew it without warning and plunged it back into her pussy to line it with her liquor once more. I couldn't get enough. Terry kept stoking my fires by tongue-fucking me, Amy fed me pussy sauce like I was a baby, and the heat of the sauna transported me into a feverish euphoria where every sensation became magnified and dreamy, where pain and discomfort became just feelings that fell slightly short of perfect bliss.
"Oh God, enough!" gasped Terry. She got out from between my legs and straightened up painfully. "Too much sauna is bad for your skin. Come on, let's go take a shower."
"Oh no, not a cold one!" Amy said.
"No, not cold. Freezing." She hustled us out of the sauna and into a glass enclosed shower cubicle, and before we knew what was going on she had turned the cold water on full blast. The three of us squealed and grabbed hold of each other as if looking for protection against so much coldness. I thought my body was going to fall apart during the transition from one extreme to the other, but within a minute the cold water felt very good. When we came out of the shower I felt tight and fresh, and the vigorous toweling the other two gave me sent the blood pulsing through me like a stream of boiling oil.
"Now make yourselves comfortable in the living room and I'll see what I can put together for lunch," said Terry. Now that we had all been introduced there was no need for clothes and other formalities. We sat on the long, deep couch and looked out over the city spread out beneath the big picture window, and we agreed that this was the life.
"Think of all those poor devils working their fingers to the bone," said Amy, clearly referring to our colleagues. "And here we are, carefree and gay."
"Speak for yourself," I said. "I'm still wondering what to tell my folks."
"You worry too much. Both of us are young and good looking, how can we go wrong? In this world good looks and a nice ass count for more than a good credit rating, don't you know that yet?"
"How very true," said Terry, entering the room with a tray laden with sandwiches and iced coffee. "I'm glad to hear you striking such a realistic note because that's approximately what I wanted to discuss with you both."
"Oh?" Amy and I said, but in different ways. Amy was pleasantly surprised, I was apprehensive.
"You've seen my apartment now, it has all modern conveniences, a view, respectable neighbors who don't play their stereos loudly, and in those recessed closets I keep enough clothes to see me through every occasion. You two could have the same set-up and it wouldn't cost you much effort. All you have to do is hear me out. If you don't like my business proposition, then I hope we'll still be friends. If you do.. . well, we could all do very well for ourselves."
"I think I'm getting your drift," Amy said.
"Let me explain it in full just so that there'll be no misunderstandings later. What's the matter, Gena, you look as if you want to bolt."
"I just feel like I'm getting closer and closer to the deep end," I said.
"This isn't for girls afraid to get their ankles wet," said Terry. "You have to make an all or nothing choice. Are you ready for that?"
I took a deep breath, swallowed, and said: "I'm ready."
CHAPTER SIX
"Men like me," Terry began. "They like the way I look, half-boy, half-girl, it lets them switch back and forth, if you know what I mean. And I play up to that. When I need a favor I dress in a clinging little T-shirt and jeans that are tight across my ass and then flare out at the bottom so I can wear cowboy boots. Men are so transparent. I know they like to dig their hands into ample buttocks and breasts, but the other side of them, the side they hide from themselves, makes them lust for a little tight ass with as much passion." She smiled to herself and took a sip of her iced coffee. "Luckily for me, women feel much the same way except it's reversed. They concentrate on the boyish aspect and surrender to the woman in me. I really have the best of both worlds. But I know you don't want to hear my smug notions, you want to know what business ideas I have in mind."
Another pause. She let her eyes run over us calculatingly, then she shook her head and said: "We'd make a great team, we really would. Listen, I'm a freelance artist, I go around to agencies, show my stuff and get assignments by hook or by crook, and when I work I make a lot of money. But when I don't I have to rely on my ass to get me through. Now I don't particularly like doing art work for advertisers but I do like to live well. So I got to thinking: why not cut out the intermediary? I could just sell my body now and then and live easy, work on my kind of art, and save myself a whole lot of trouble. But now that you two have entered the picture, I feel we could do a lot better than that. We could offer a fantasy night, five hundred for everything a man could possibly want. And if we do that twice a week, say on weekends, we could get by sybaritically. What do you think?"
"It's a wonderful idea. But that means we'd have to move in with you, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes, that would be the simplest way."
"Gosh," I said, "I can't even begin to think about that. So I'll just say yes and be done with it." Actually it made a lot of sense to me on a logical level; it was the moral side of the proposition that made my mind boggle. Were people allowed to make money so easily and pleasurably? It didn't seem right. Why did bus loads of girls come into the city every day to dump them at their office doorsteps for a long day's typing, when the girls could put out for profit? No, there had to be a catch, crime and sin don't pay.
But I liked the apartment, I liked Amy and Terry, and it gave me a sense of comfort to think we three would go down the tube together.
"Great, it's all settled then." Of course there were details to be worked out and we did our best to cope with them over lunch. With our contacts at Porter Assurance we could get the message onto the grapevine, so that was no trouble. But how could we pretend to be still employed as secretaries when our parents were bound to call us at work some time? Terry thought up a solution. We would get an extra phone installed in the apartment and use that number as the one at which to contact us at our "new job." One by one the details were taken care of and when we left Terry that afternoon it really felt as though we had a new job, or rather, as if we were embarking on a new career.
After we were moved in I decided to level with Terry. "I'm a virgin, Terry, I've never had anything inside me but fingers and it's driving me nuts! I keep coming close to getting laid but it never happens. Is this my life? Will no one deflower me?"
"A virgin?" Terry laughed and shook her head. "I never suspected you were one of an endangered species. But I shouldn't laugh, it's obviously a very serious matter to you. Strange, though, isn't it, that virgins were so hotly pursued ten, twenty years ago and now men don't even want to know about them. I guess it's too much trouble or too much responsibility for most of them. Don't worry, honey, I've got something to help you out, at least for the moment.
Let's get rid of this stuff first and then well retire to the bedroom for the piercing of the hymen."
"How could you do that?" I wanted to know but she wouldn't tell. She led me into the bedroom and made me take off my robe. I could tell she was surprised that I was naked under it, what with my father being around and all, but she didn't question me. Instead she ordered me to lie down on the bed and to spread my legs as wide as I could.
"You're really a beautiful girl," she said from her vantage point at the foot of the bed. "So lush and honey-brown and voluptuous that I get a hard-on even without a cock! Now just stay like that, let me admire you. Beautiful, a child woman, boy, are we going to have a thriving business in this apartment soon!" She undressed as she talked, taking off her boyish clothes to reveal her boyish body, and when I half closed my eyes it was easy to pretend that that pubic bush really concealed a cock that would flick up like a switchblade at the slightest provocation. I shivered when she got onto the bed and made herself comfortable between my legs, and the first impulse was to close my legs in self-defense. But I kept them open and was richly rewarded for my obedience. Her tongue was so nimble and slippery that she set every part of my pussy on fire in an instant, but then I had been well primed earlier. In and out and all around, the tip of her tongue slid at a fast clip, diving deep, circling, lolling over my chtoris, and in no time at all my hips were jerking about and my hands clutched at the bedspread for moral support.
"Yes, you're going to love this," said Terry softly.
"Now turn around and get on all fours, close your eyes, and wait until I tell you to open them." I felt very vulnerable in that position. My pussy quaked and drooled, my tits were tensely electric, and keeping my eyes closed was very hard to do under the circumstances. I heard Terry rummage through a drawer near the bed and then there was a long silence broken by faint sounds that made no sense to me. The cap came off a bottle of something, went back on, and then I felt the weight of her body depress the bed behind me. "Now then, keep your eyes closed," she said in her husky, boyish voice. Her fingers caressed the swollen lips of my cunt and pried in between them to tug at my cunt hole and loosen it up a little. I was contracting nervously, not knowing what to expect. Would she hurt me? "Here it comes."
Something hard touched the rim of my cunt hole. I didn't know what was happening. That wasn't a finger and it couldn't be a cock! Both her hands rested on my ass, parting my cheeks to keep my cunt wide open. Was someone else in the room? I didn't dare look. Besides more of that thing was working its way into my cunt, hard, rock-hard, but slippery smooth. I started to piece together fragments of memory, marital aid advertisements and phallic industries, yes, that was it, but oh! how nice it felt!
"How do you like it baby?" asked Terry breathlessly. "Does it feel good and hard inside you? Do you want more of it?"
"Oooohhhhh yesssss!" I groaned. The big rod was forcing my cuntal muscles to stretch further than ever and the pressure transferred itself to my clitoris, making it hum and buzz with passion. "More, mooooore!" But as I said it I felt a sudden resistance inside me. So did Terry. She said something about me having to hang in there and then, with a thrust of her hips she drove that dildo into my body and pierced my hymen. The pain was tremendous. A blast of it ricocheted through my body and exploded in my head, and I did my best to crawl away from that tool so that I would never have to experience such pain again. But Terry held me down and went right on fucking me with long, steady strokes, ignoring my protests and driving me from the depths of pain back to the shores of ecstasy.
"There now, there now," she said soothingly, "isn't that better? It doesn't hurt any more does it? Softly, slowly, let me make love to you. You're not a virgin anymore, all that is behind you. You're a woman now and ready for fucking. How does it feel?. Is it getting to you?"
I nodded but my feelings were so confused at that point that pain and pleasure were lost on me. All I could think of was the loss of my virginity, a sense of regret and a sense of elation cancelled each other out, and it wasn't until Terry's steady pumping drove me further up the scale that I managed to put all that behind me. The dildo felt just as I had imagined a cock would feel, hard and unyielding, driving in and out of my cunt with a steady beat and drawing my cunt flesh into the hole so that my clitoris got a drubbing at the same time. Terry's fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me in place, zeroing in, and her thumbs rested close to my ass-hole for extra stimulation. I closed my eyes and pretended it was a male behind me, any male, handsome, distinguished looking, not un-like my father-or Mr. Porter! The hasty jump came too late, every part of my body contracted tautly and an orgasm rippled through me like an earthquake to leave me empty and shaken.
"Yeah baby, let it go, let it go," Terry muttered in between panting. "Let that big cock push you into paradise, it's easy, just give in to it and it'll do the rest!" For the moment I could only hunch on all fours and breathe in but already my body was being recharged, as though the pumping dildo worked the generator of my passions by mechanical energy. In and out, driving, pushing insistently, knocking at the door to my womb, sliding in easily now that my pussy was so incredibly wet and slurping when pockets of air built up in the channel. Terry was tireless. Now and then L heard her exclaim shrilly, probably because the dildo rubbed her clitoris up the right way. For most of the time, though, she was in complete control of me, working the hard dildo in and out from all angles and sticking with whichever angle I liked best at the moment. I was coming again and again, such luxurious broadsides of ecstasy, so total and absorbing that for minutes on end I was millions of miles away, floating in another cosmos.
"And now the other virginal orifice," I heard her say, but it didn't make sense. Besides, I didn't race to think. All I wanted was for that dildo to keep on fucking me forever! But she pulled it out and I looked back over my shoulder in alarm. Was the party over already? No, the intent look on her face told me she had something else in mind. But what!? The dildo's tip touched my ass-hole and suddenly I knew.
"Oh no, not there, that's far too sensitive," I protested. "Please Terry, keep in my box, it feels so good there! Terry, TERRY!! NO, NO, OH IT HURTS, IT HURTS, TAKE IT OUT, oooooowwwwww, ooohhh noooo, it's CHOKING ME, AAAAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEE...hey, that's nice! OH YES, OH YES, DEEPER, DEEPER, WOOOOOWWW!! " Strange sensations sprang up in my ass and spread all over. The pain seemed to merge with new, dark passions, leavening them to make them all the spicier, and within a minute I couldn't get enough of that big, stretching dildo. Terry's hands were holding on to the tops of my thighs, pulling me backward as her loins drove the dildo forward, and the bumping, jolting thrusts made me dizzy with lust.
"That's it, baby, take it all in, it's good for you!" panted my lover, driving the plastic cock in so hard that the air blurted out in a long fart. "I'm fucking you and you're loving it, say it, say it!"
"You're fucking me and I love it!" I yelled the words in ill-modulated tones. I had no control over anything. With my torso's weight supported by my head, my arms were free to reach down below and toy with my pussy so it wouldn't feel left out. And that thumping, bumping, extra large dildo kept stoking me up and raising the pitch to the heights of fever, driving me into weird, confused areas of ecstasy in which I rolled drunkenly and happily. "FUCK HARDER, HARDER, DEEPER, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! FUCK ME TERRY, I'M ALL YOURS!! "
That's right, all mine." She grunted with each stroke, and her finger nails dug into my flesh painfully. "Now we're going back to square one." The dildo slipped out of my ass-and into my pussy, treated it to a battery of thrusts and went back up to the ass-hole, back and forth, fucking me on two fronts until I was screaming and crying and having a wonderful time under her. "Wow, I?m bushed. Do it yourself for a while, Gena."
"But how can I?" She unstrapped the dildo and handed it to me by way of an answer. "I just put it in?" My question sounded dumb even to me but I couldn't just shove it up my cunt like an old salt, I had to stall and seek affirmation, that was my way. Terry knew that, too, so she ignored my questions. She sat up against the pillows and lit a cigarette. "like this?" I touched the point of the dildo to my cunt and let it slip in between the swollen lips very gingerly. Terry just gave me a look and let me find my own way.
The cock found its way into that soggy, distended channel and swam upward until it was lodged securely in my cunt. I still felt a little self-conscious but Terry wasn't really looking so I tried to make it go in and out. The phallus moved so easily that I soon had the hang of it. My legs were drawn up and parted wide, both my hands had a grip on the base of the dildo, and pillows propped under my head allowed me to check the action down there. It looked so dirty, so perverse, that I wondered if normal people did this sort of thing. At the same time I loved the self-sufficiency of the practice. With a dildo in my hand I didn't need anyone, not men, not women, just a strong arm and a soft bed to lie on. In and out, mesmerizing me now and stirring up my pussy mildly. When Terry did it I got off quicker but since I had all the time in the world that wasn't a big consideration.
"How do you like it so far?" asked Terry.
"It's a little strange," I said dubiously. "This isn't bad for you or anything, is it?"
"No. But if you have to ask that, it means you're enjoying it a great deal. That's good. The dildo is a girl's best friend, believe me. I couldn't live without my collection. They don't talk, they don't stand you up, and they never get a headache."
"That makes sense." I was too tired to fuck myself for much longer so I asked to see her collection. Terry pulled the drawer of her bedside table open and revealed a bunch of fake cocks that took my breath away. There were plastic ones and rubber ones of all sizes, there were jars of cream and battery-operated vibrators, silver balls, ticklers, even plastic fruit! "Wow, do you need all of them?" I asked.
"No, you can keep the one you've got," she said. "The rest have their own peculiar attraction for me. See that fake banana? I play with that when I have my housewife fantasy. I dream I'm in suburbia cleaning the dining room, bored out of my skull, and then I spot the banana on the fruit bowl. That big black cock speaks for itself, the little long one there is for my ass, and that life-like brown dick is my pacifier. The harness here is for when you want to strap any of these on. Everything's there and you're welcome to use any item; just make sure you put them back."
That's very kind of you." I felt as though she had shown me a new game and I could hardly wait to play it by myself. "I can keep this one, then, can I?" When she nodded I excused myself and went over to my room to lay on the bare mattress and to ply my pussy with it for as long as I felt like it It was fun, a lot of fun, and I found it very difficult to stop. Only when my arms threatened to fall off did I put the dildo away and after a brief rest I began to fix up my room.
Tomorrow well re-enter real life," said Terry later. "We're going to do a little advertising, establish a few connections and who knows, maybe we'll earn ourselves a little bread. Do you think you're ready for that?"
"I have no idea," I said truthfully.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough. The first time won't be so hard for you because Amy and I will take care of the rougher side of the business. But slowly you're going to have to work into the business."
"I'm sure I'll manage." Actually I could hardly wait. If a dildo felt that good, what was a real cock going to be like?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hello, Mr. Porter? This is Gena." Terry and Amy sat by the phone and nodded encouragingly. "Yes, that's right, and since you said to keep in touch I thought I'd call and tell you that two of my friends and I are now able to receive...er, gentlemen callers." Mr. Porter took my meaning right away and asked for the number at which he could reach us.
"Very good," he said, "perhaps I'll use this number as a new incentive program for the executive staff. Could you give me an idea of the rates?"
"Well...this was the hard part for me. "Singly it's two hundred for the evening or night, everything included, and for the three-girl fantasy package it's five hundred. Of course there is a separate schedule for the busy executive, lunch-time rates and so forth, do you want that, too?"
"No, no, that's not important. Thank you very much, Gena, I appreciate this tremendously."
"Well, what did he say?" asked my friends.
"He sounded very enthusiastic and said something about an incentive program," I told them.
"Excellent. Now all we have to do is place a few ads and get some cards printed up, very discreet and high class so we don't get bums on our doorstep." Terry had it all figured out. She had contacted her former customers, Amy had spread the word among people she knew, and now all we had to do was wait for the phone to start ringing. We had sunk the last of our savings into a message recorder, the apartment was suitably sexy, and I had great big butterflies swarming about in my stomach.
"All we need is money for ads and cards," said Amy. "We can do them now, but that would mean not eating until we earn some money. Does anyone here want to make that choice?"
"Oh dear," said Terry, but just then the phone rang and this time it was Jack who came to our rescue.
"Come right over," he said excitedly. "And bring any other girls you want. I've got a producer who wants to look you over."
"Wait a minute." I passed this information on to the others and Amy wanted to go right over. But Terry wanted to know more details. She took the phone and began asking questions. How much were we going to be paid? What were the guarantees? How much time was involved? And did the producer have it in mind to sample the merchandise?
"I see," she said coldly. "A hundred bucks for several days' work if we're lucky and your .man wants to get laid for free. Tell him we're worth two hundred singly and five hundred for the trio. And our lowest charge is fifty for a blow job." She put the receiver down on the cradle and said to us: "There are a lot of guys in this world who are just out to get laid for nothing and they'll do anything to make you do it for them. We have to steer clear of ass-holes like that."
"But the money would have been enough to buy us advertising!" Amy protested. "I think that we should make money whenever it's offered to us."
"You have to have confidence in yourself. Several dozen people now know that we're here. If one of them shows up well have made more money than that guy was offering. And do you know how hard it is to get paid in the movie business?"
"For that matter, how can we be sure of getting our money here?" said Amy sulkily.
I'll show you." With dazzling speed Terry performed a whole series of karate movements and finished it off with a turnabout kick that would have caught most men at the level of their balls.
"Okay, you're the boss." Amy smiled now and took Terry's hand to squeeze it affectionately. I seconded that. It was the big time or nothing now. We celebrated the decision by shopping for a lot of the best groceries and wines and blowing the last of our dollars, and that evening we dined by candlelight and soft music, a mute phone, and drank wine until we became so horny that we couldn't stand it any longer. If the men weren't going to appreciate us we would appreciate each other. As one we rose from the table, folded our napkins and retired to Terry's room where the big bed stood waiting just for us.
By the dim light we undressed each other and reclined along the cool sheets. The windows were open to admit the night's breeze, music filtered through from the living room, and we felt so mellow that we could hardly make the effort to caress each other. Our bodies just lolled against each other at first, skin against skin, reveling in our togetherness, kissing a little and maneuvering so our breasts squashed together and buns met with yielding bumps.
Terry worked her way around so that we were lying side by side and she was down below with her head between our hips. Her lips brushed along our outer thighs, her tongue trailed wetly along our skin, and her hands skimmed over our bellies ever so lightly. Amy and I turned slightly so that we were able to embrace and kiss long and lovingly, tongues entwined, but we were far from excluding Terry. Kissing was a holding action; we both knew she would soon have us at her mercy. Already she was lifting my right leg and Amy's left, higher, higher, crossing them and forcing us to lay nearer together until our cunts almost met in a sticky kiss. Now her face moved into the breach and her lips slithered along our taut buns to one pussy, then to the other, kissing lightly enough to make us feel it but not heavily enough to satisfy anything. She only provoked our passion and she did it so deftly that we could hardly lay still for her. Shaking, grabbing at each other, we proffered our cunts up to Terry and silently begged her to do more to them. But she took her time, teasing, us and evoking wild tingly impulses in our loins, digging her tongue in deep for a split-second and withdrawing just before we could enjoy it.
"Terry, please, don't tease!" Amy moaned. "Eat me good, I need it so badly! Oh yes, I love it when you do that!" Terry gave in to her plea and spent the next minute eating my friend out with gusto. That was all right for her but what about me? The night breeze entered my body through my open hole and stirred me up mightily.
"What about me?" I complained. "Please do it to me, Terry, I can't wait any longer!" She brought her face over to my crotch and dug in just as enthusiastically. Tongue and teeth combined to sting my pussy into demanding more, her fingers slid in and out to give it just that, and she made my clitoris burn like a critical mass. I stretched luxuriously and abandoned myself to her blandishments, so happy to be loved this way. But it was Amy's turn again. To keep me on the bod Terry stuck a long finger into my runny hole and moved it in and out very slowly. The noises of impassioned sucking from next door added to that gentle erotic sensation, and I was more than content to lay there while she made a meal out of Amy.
Minutes ticked by, minutes of mellow bliss and long, languorous climaxes. Amy and I went down on Terry when her jaw muscles began to ache, the two of us sharing the deliriously tart fluids that flowed so generously from her little cunt. Our tongues slithered about in there, circling about her clit, descending to her ass-hole or veering off to her smooth thighs and belly. I was so absorbed that the phone's insistent ringing didn't register with me, but when Terry picked it up I pricked up my ears. "Yes," she said huskily, "yes, fifty each, right," and then she gave out our address. She put the phone down and began to moan softly as though, nothing had happened. I wanted to find out what was going on but the temptation of her tasty pussy was too much for me. Amy and I continued to lick her, kissing each other in between to share the bounty of Terry's fluids, fingering her and descending on her clitoris until her moans turned to shrill cries which in turn eventually smoothed out into a long, ecstatic wail
"That was wonderful," she said, sitting up and depriving us of our pleasure. "But now we have to get ready. Jack and his moocher friend are coming over to get blown."
"And they're going to pay?" I couldn't believe it. Jack knew so many girls that he could surely get a blow job together without paying out fifty bucks for it.
"I don't understand it either but they said they would pay." We put on negligees and sexy panties, straightened up the bed and lounged about in the living room to relax for the arrival of our customers. I was still puzzled but my nerves cut short my speculation. Could the three of us combine our talents in the presence of men? Amy and Terry didn't seem to like men at all, and I couldn't afford to be too friendly with them in the company of my two friends. When the doorbell rang Amy and I started up out of our chairs, shocked and a little pale, but Terry told us to relax and she opened the door.
"Hi, girls," said Jack. He looked strange without a camera on his shoulder. "This is my buddy Ned, a big producer, has great credits, and he was so curious about you girls that he said he'd put up the money just to see you all perform."
"That's very flattering," said Terry, holding out her hand to take the money. Ned shook her hand instead and came right in to get a good look. His eyes were blue and cold, his long unruly hair and beard hardly hid the calculating businessman, he was a money man in hippie's clothing. "Excuse me," said Terry, going over to him, "but why not get the unpleasant side of this transaction over with now? Then well all be able to concentrate on what you're here for."
"You pay first in cheap restaurants," said Neil, his eyes on my tits, "but in good restaurants you pay when it's all over-and you tip big if it's been good eating."
"Hey, come on, you know me!" said Jack. He was very interested in Terry but hardly looked at Amy or me. Obviously we were old news to him. "I'll vouch for this man, he's a great guy, never renegs, great guy!" I watched Terry struggle to keep her smiling, easy going facade. She wanted to kill them with her deadly feet, but instead she nodded and said Ned had a point.
"Damn right and I wish this lady would take care of it for me," Ned said. His eyes were on mine and I shivered slightly. He had a good body and he was far from ugly, but there was something cruel and hard about him. He stood close by, right in front of where I was sitting, and his hands were on his hips. "How about it, baby?"
"Looks like you sit this one out, Amy," said Terry, who had Jack's number by now. "Why don't you go read a book in the other room?"
"Oh yeah, sure," said Amy.
"She can stay, it's cool," said Neil. "I don't mind women watching." But Amy left the room and now we were alone with our first customers. I could see that Neil wasn't about to open his pants up for me, so I had to come closer to him and do it myself. To do it comfortably I had to slip off the couch and onto my knees. "Yeah, that's the way!" said Neil under his breath. "Attaway, baby, go to it!" I undid his belt and the catch on his faded jeans, caressing his hairy belly for a minute before undoing the zipper, and I thought I was doing very well. But then he reached into his pocket for cigarettes and a light, lit up, and stood there smoking as if he was waiting for the bus or something! I looked over at Terry and found that she was keeping an eye on me. She nodded encouragingly and I undid the zipper the rest of the way and pulled his pants down over his hips. Bushy hair and the smell of sweat came at me. His cock was big but limp. His belly was too round and too white, but I blocked that from my mind. Instead I focused in on his dick, dark brown and veined with the flushed knob at the end looking all the tastier by comparison.
I took his dick in my hand with a little shudder and lifted it so that the knob touched my lips. This was a big moment for me, but Neil couldn't know that. He flicked the ashes off his cigarette and some landed on my negligee.
"Sorry, baby," he said, brushing the ashes off. "Hey, why don't you take that thing off and show me your big lovely boobs, huh? I'd like that a lot."
"Yes, sure," I said, and I looked at his cigarette poised right above me. "But could you keep that away from me?"
"I'll be careful." But he didn't move the cigarette. I slipped out of the negligee and expected him to tell me to take off my panties. Ned didn't seem to care about what was below my tits. He said some complimentary things about the size and shape of my breasts before returning his attention to his cigarette and the smoke spiraling from it. And I went back to caressing his cock, tasting it gingerly, doing my best to control my trembling. Now that I had a cock all of my own I wanted to make the moment count for something. I concentrated on the texture of his rubbery knob, the taste and smell of his thick shaft, the feeling of coarse pubic hair against my face, and the weight of his balls, losing myself in that small part of him to the extent of forgetting my fear of him. Some hot ashes served to remind me.
"Ouch!" I jumped up and brushed the sparks off my shoulder. "Why do you have to smoke? How can I get into what I'm doing?"
"Get back down!" he said. His blue eyes blazed with anger. "You stupid bitch, can't you take a little bit of pain? Go on, suck my dick! Take it all the way down your goddamn throat, right now!" I hoped Terry would leap into the fray now but she didn't. Apparently she regarded this as part of the job. So I sank back down on my knees, only to find that his cock was fully erect all of a sudden. "That's it, you slut!" he hissed, "eat it, take my dick into your mouth and suck on it till my sperm comes out and fills your face! That's all you're good for, to suck my cock!"
Tears filled my eyes but I took his knob between my lips, opening as wide as I could to accommodate him, and bit by bit more of his cock rode into my mouth. Neil assisted the process by slowly moving his hips back and forth, and I thought how wonderful it would be if he would only put his cock between my legs. Still, I had to make the best of what I was getting, and it was a very pleasant sensation to hold his throbbing manhood between my lips. It felt so strong and warm, so hard and yet so smooth, that I wanted to take all of it in just as he had said, right down my throat. But that wasn't so easy. When he pushed a little too hard and his cock shoved deeper than expected I had to gag violently. Neil called me a stupid bitch but he withdrew far enough to let me catch my breath.
I was learning to blow on the job. My hands clung to the backs of his hairy, muscular thighs, my nipples rubbed against the rough hair of his legs, and my lips pursed around the shaft of his cock as my face moved slowly against the pulsing motion of his loins. More of his cock moved down into my mouth with every beat, a millimeter at a time, and the more he aroused me the more cock I could put away. Now his glans bumped into the back of my palate without causing me the slightest discomfort
"Lick my balls!" he said suddenly and impatiently. "What the hell is this, a dead mouth?"
I looked up at him and found his nasty blue eyes staring down at me like I was a heap of shit Again the urge to cry came over me but I fought it back and did as he ordered. My mouth drew back and came down on his low-slung ball bag to lick it and suck on it gently, but that wasn't enough for him. I had to take his ball bag into my mouth and suck on it hard so his balls blocked my throat and I had to breathe noisily through my nose to stay alive. His big dick throbbed overhead, tempting me and threatening me. And his hands came down off his hips to push my head ever further in between his legs, right into a smelly, hairy patch behind his balls where I didn't want to be. I had to be professional about this! After all, fifty bucks was a lot of money. Beside me I heard Jack moaning in helpless ecstasy. Terry was much better at this than me. Back up along Neil's strong shaft, kissing and licking, daring to bite softly into the smooth, dark skin, back up to his rubbery knob which I took into my mouth, and then with a reckless plunge I tried to fit his entire cock inside.
"Yeah, that's good!" he sighed, and his hands took my head by the temples and held it in place so he could fuck my face at his own pace. I struggled to keep up with him, inhaling through my nose, wrapping my tongue about his piston-like cock, and keeping my throat open with pure will power. It was too hard, too trying, I couldn't make it, and yet I didn't dare pull back. Besides, his hands were holding my head like a vise and he was grunting and sweating on me, driving his cock down my throat like a horny bull, and it didn't matter to him that I was nearly passing out
Through a foggy roar in my ears I heard Jack announcing that he was coming and I wished fervently that Neil would follow his friend's example. I tightened my lips about his cock as much as possible to provide him with more friction, and he seemed to like that But he kept right on fucking my face with long, relentless strokes, treating my mouth like it was the cunt of an old whore. I felt humiliated and in pain, but through it all a strange and piercing excitement made itself felt a real desire for him to come in my mouth.
And when he did all the pain and discomfort fell away from me like an old skin. I attached myself to his cock like some carnivorous creature and sucked the hot cream out of it passionately. He was still fucking my face cruelly, panting, grunting, clutching my head between his strong hands, but now it was all in order, I understood Salty sperm cascaded down my throat, lots of it, but not enough. His cock lost some of its solidity and I sucked harder, desperate to get more of him. Only when it had shrunk back to its original size did he push me away.
"Not bad," he grumbled. "How're you doing, old buddy, did she get you off yet?"
"Oh yeah!" said Jack, smiling contentedly. "This girl is the greatest blow job in the world! Hell, you won't believe what she can do with that mouth of hers."
"I'll take your word for it. Thank you, girls, very enjoyable." He smiled at me coldly and hitched his jeans up, adjusted his shirt, and he and Jack made to leave.
"You owe us some money," Terry reminded them. The men looked at each other with a grin, and Jack quickly looked into each room in the apartment and told his friend there was no one hiding out there.
"How do you propose to collect without a pimp?" asked Ned. He stood very close to Terry, menacing her with his muscle and bulk. "Don't you know that you can't trust anyone in this life, bitch?"
"Hand over the hundred right now," said Terry, just as cool and just as nasty as he was. The men laughed again and that was-the final straw for her. "EEEEEEEEEEYAH!" she yelled, her body twisting like a dervish, feet flailing through the air to come into smart contact with Ned's face. He grinned right up to the moment his nose turned into a bloody pulp. "AAAAAYAHI" Jack went down holding his mouth, and blood seeped through his fingers. I thought Terry would give them a second chance to pay but no, she was angry-through and through.
"You smart-assed sonsabitches!" she hissed, planting her foot into their balls each in their turn. "You thought you could use us and wipe your feet on us, didn't you! Well, think again." The men were doubled over on the floor, cursing and bleeding, clutching their injured groins, but that didn't arouse pity in Terry. She went through their pockets and found enough money to pay for services rendered. "And now for that sizeable tip," she said to Neil.
"Fifty bucks will do. Thank you very much, sirs, have a good evening." She signalled for me to open the door and with my help and Amy's she got them into the service elevator and she went down with them to make sure the doorman wouldn't be distressed at the sight of blood.
"Holy shit!" said Amy. That girl is great! Did you see what she did to those animals? Wow, would I like to be able to do that!"
I was silent. It wasn't that I didn't admire Terry. It was just that I hadn't been faced with so much violence in the whole of my life! The coldness of the men, the lightning viciousness of Terry, all seemed to be related to the business I found myself in. But then I thought of the pleasure it had given me and I shrugged the rest off.
There, they even paid the doorman off," said Terry with a grim smile. "I think we lost ourselves a couple of potential regulars tonight, girls, but every business can do without non-paying regulars, right?"
"Oh, Terry, are you okay?" Amy rushed over to her and took her into her arms as if to check for broken bones. Terry assured her nothing was wrong but Amy stuck close by her just in case. She took off Terry's platform shoes, which were quite bloody, and insisted on cleaning them before she would sit down with us for a quiet cup of coffee and a soothing cigarette. And when we were relaxing she sat right by Terry's side, looking at her now and then with abject admiration. For the first time I felt like a fifth wheel.
It was in the middle of the afternoon several days after our first customers had departed so unceremoniously. Terry, Amy, and I sat in the living room, all of us freshly showered and made up, wearing pretty dresses and subtle perfumes. The sun shone through the lacey drapes and the sounds of a busy city filtered through to us as if it was coming from another world. Inside everything was genteel, Muzak on the stereo to soothe the executives from Porter's Assurance Ltd. who were on the way up to our oasis, drinks set out on a tray, a plate of snacks, a box of cigarettes on the coffee table, and us, all for them. Two of them had won first prize in Mr. Porter's incentive program and now they were coming to collect their reward.
I wasn't nervous so much as anxious. Two of them and three of us, that meant I might miss out once again. My desire to be loved consummately by a real man had been strengthened by frequent visits from Daddy and by strange dreams that made my nights woolly and unpleasant. I didn't dare discuss this with my friends, though. When the three of us made love together I did my best to join in wholeheartedly, but that was becoming increasingly difficult Sucking Neil's cock had been a turning point for me whether I wanted to admit it or not. No dildo could compare to a live, virile, pulsing penis! And eating pussy just wasn't the same thing. To make it worse, Amy and Terry had been drawing closer by the day, and the night previous to our second engagement I had awakened to find the two of them making love without me.
My stream of thought was interrupted by the doorbell. Terry opened the door and let in the two executives. I knew them faintly and so did Amy, but for the sake of business we pretended to have known them very well, to have admired them from afar for ages.
Terry had coached us some in between tricks. Henry and Owen were in their late thirties, very married, had photos of their kids on their desks, and for them this was the biggest adventure a man could have. They entered the apartment as if it was the exotic jungle and native maidens lurked all about them waiting to pounce on their white asses. Glee in their eyes, trembling fingers, so eager to get laid that they could hardly contain themselves but glad of a respite so they could build up to it at their own pace. We poured drinks for them and lit their cigarettes, and while they snacked and drank we sat very close to them and made conversation with a touch of innuendo.
"And tell me, Henry," said Terry when she thought it was time, "what is your fondest fantasy?"
"Oh dear," he said with an embarrassed grin, "now we're really getting personal. Ask Owen his first and then I'll tell you mine."
"No, no, she asked you first," said Owen, jovial on the surface but nervous to the core.
"Come on, Henry, I can't wait to hear yours," wheedled Amy. "You look like you'd have something really interesting up your sleeve."
"Okay, I'll tell you," he said, and his face was fiery red. "I'd like you girls to be naked and covered in oil and I want you to cover me in it, too, so I can crawl all over you and through you and do everything I want with you!" The ice cubes were rattling in his glass when he had said his piece, and we let out an exclamation of admiration.
"Oh wow!" said Terry. "That's just great, I can hardly wait to do that myself. But what about Owen? What do you want most of all, Owen?"
"Actually...promise you won't tell this to anyone, Henry?"
"You know my secret now," said Henry.
"That's true...well, I've always wanted to sit by the side of a bed on which a couple was copulating. Silly, isn't if? But that's been my dream for years, I just want to sit there and have someone sit behind me to masturbate me while I watch at my leisure.'"
"Isn't that something!" We were delighted again, ostensibly at his imaginativeness, actually at the way both tricks fitted into each other. "Then you can watch as Henry plays with us and makes love, and when you're ready all you have to do is click your fingers and one of us will do your bidding."
"Oh boy!" The two men were like little boys at Christmas. They had another drink and another cigarette, and it was during this interval that Owen discreetly passed a company check to Terry. The transaction didn't disturb the event for even a second. We chatted and laughed, caressed their hands and necks, sat very close, and everything about us indicated that we could hardly wait for the action to begin.
"Well, I guess we might as well begin now," said Henry with a stretch and a yawn.
"Run down and get half a dozen bottles of baby oil," Terry said to me, "and I'll get the bed ready while Amy prepares our guests with a little oral titillation." The men beamed at the idea and before I left the apartment Amy was already on her knees between them, stroking, nuzzling her face into their laps, and I could see I would have to hurry. When I came back with the supplies of baby oil, Terry had put towels, old blankets, and a bedspread over the normal bedclothes, fixing it all to look professional. And the men, their trousers down around their ankles and their cocks very hard, were at exactly the right pitch for the main event.
Inside the bedroom, the door closed, air-conditioner on at full blast. The five of us felt crowded in that small room with the big bed and at first we bumped into each other rather awkwardly. But that helped to overcome the last of the obstacles. We played up to them shamelessly, cooing and billing as our hands undid their shirts and ties, and when it came time to take off their shoes the three of us knelt down before them like they were kings and helped them off with them.
"Now stand still and watch us," said Terry. The two naked executives with their hard cocks looked a bit foolish in the center of the room, but they were in no state to notice small details like that. We lined up against the wall and undid our dresses slowly, teasing them a little bit more, we helped each other take them off, and since we had put on bras and panties for the occasion, we were far from undressed when that was done. The men thought it was wonderful anyway. "Are you ready?" said Terry. A bra on her was kind of redundant and when she took it off I could tell the guys were worried about her true sex. But she maintained the suspense as long as she could by not taking off her panties until the last moment.
Amy and I were more convincing in the tit department. When my bra came off I saw Henry swallow deeply and turn a deeper shade of scarlet. Owen's hands went to his cock and he grabbed hold of it as though to throttle it. I bent over to take off my panties and the men bent over to get a closer look at my tits. They were flattering me beyond belief! I wanted to refund them their money for making me feel so good, but then I remembered it was Mr. Porter's money.
"Let me have them," said Owen, reaching for my panties. I didn't know what he wanted with them but I passed them on to him anyway. To my surprise he pressed them to his face and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmmm, beautiful!" he murmured, and he sucked the crotch of my panties into his mouth as if to extract that juices from the material. I stood there and watched him in amazement. What would he want to do that for? His eyes were fixed on my tits and his free hand was on his dick rubbing the skin back and forth over the exposed glans. He seemed to get off on my body in a big way and I thought it was too bad he didn't want to be more of an activist.
"Will you apply the oil to our bodies?" Terry asked Henry. Henry was beside himself with bliss. He poured the oil into his cupped hand and smeared it over us back and front, taking care to cover every inch and to cover special inches several times. It was very pleasant to be anointed in this way. My pubic hairs matted slickly against my skin and my whole body glistened sensually, and whenever his hand ran over me it slithered along that silky soft film of oil to make every touch a winner. Now it was our turn to oil him and the three of us giggled and carried on as we rubbed handful of the baby oil over him. Owen sat in a chair right next to the bed and stroked his cock nice and easy, pacing himself to last a good long time.
"Ooooooaaaauuuglihhhh!" he sighed as his body made contact with ours. We slid along each other like eels at first but the bedspread rubbed the oil off us. Terry quickly fetched the shower curtain, which was made of plastic, and put it over the spread. Now the oil stayed on us and we poured the remaining contents of the bottles over the plastic so that we were made oilier with every move. I thought Henry was going to pass out with pleasure. He kept rolling and crawling through us and over us, burrowing through tunnels of limbs, sucking up between our thighs, reveling in our skin, and his hard cock bumped along enticingly. My eyes followed his erection wherever it went, wishfully at first but as he got more and more excited by the game of eels, I began to wonder if I couldn't trap that snake between my legs somehow.
I pretended to be too far gone to know what I was doing, and rolled over my friends right into Henry. He was sighing and muttering to himself, grabbing at tits and ass, and when I careened down his body with my cunt hole open and heading for his cock, he didn't even notice. But when my pubic bone bashed against his he frowned and pushed me away. Then he glided over me to rejoin the others, and was soon covered in female flesh. I had been thwarted but that didn't make me stop. Where he went, I followed, sliding and slipping hot on his heels, flinging myself into position whenever he came near and putting my pussy up into the air, pinkly open, to trap that elusive cock. But Henry just didn't want to fuck! He was having a ball with us and for most of that time he kept his eyes closed so he could sense our flesh with his skin alone. My tits were often in his hands or being pressed by his lips, but his cock didn't enter into it
To make it worse for me, Owen had stepped up the pace of his masturbating. He didn't even want to think about fucking. Perhaps I could talk him into it. "Please Owen," I whispered, leaning over the side of the bed to get to his ear, "make love to me, stick that great big cock into my pussy and make me feel like a woman."
"No, no, forget it," he said irritably. "Nothing personal, Gena, but I've been a married man for fifteen years and my wife makes me perform my husbandly duties twice a week without fad. This is my big day off."
I didn't understand, but it didn't matter. Henry was hard and he was close at hand. I directed my attention exclusively at his cock now and took it in my hands while my body pulled itself into a good position from which to fuck him. I almost cried when I noticed what he really was after: Terry's ass! That little boy's bottom, those tight little buns, had captured his attention, and even as I did my best to mount him he headed for her. The mood was obviously upon him. He grabbed her from behind, his arms tight about her waist, and with a mighty thrust he drove his cock right up her ass-hole. Terry let out a piercing yell of pain and Henry smiled broadly, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. Then his hands moved up to her barely existent tits, mauling those boy's things and pinching the big nipples, driving his cock up her baby-oiled ass-hole, and dreaming his most private dreams, the ones we would never hear about.
Owen was up on his feet. He moved right around to the other side of the bed to get a clear look at the penetrating penis. His own cock was in his hands and getting the drubbing of its life. "Yeah, wow!" he said over and over. "Fantastic! Yeah! Wow!" Amy and I sat on the sidelines and watched as Terry struggled with the pain of being taken so roughly in such a delicate area. I envied her. For all those grimaces and exclamations of suffering I knew it had to feel good. The memory of a big dildo lodging up my ass was vivid, that excruciatingly beautiful pain, the humiliation that led to so many tense little climaxes, yes, she was enjoying it And Henry was, too. He fucked her hard and fast, a sudden-death gallop for the finish, one in which he gave it his all. Hunched over like a bull, gasping and wheezing, his dick moving so fast that it was a blur, he fucked her up the ass until his wad blurted free and filled her up so fast that it squeezed out before his dick had started to shrink. And Owen released his load all over Henry's back, something that registered with Henry only much later.
We took care of them all the way. We showered them and dressed them, adjusted their ties, even provided them with a breath mint so their wives wouldn't smell the liquor later. And when the two insurance men left our apartment we congratulated each other on a job well done.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two days after the first employees of Porter Assurance Ltd. had been rewarded for their professional zeal, Terry had to buy an appointment book. The word was traveling fast and not just within insurance circles. Our contacts were spreading and suddenly we found every lunch hour for a week booked fully with men who didn't have time for more than a blow job. That was fine with us because, as Terry explained to me, blowing is where the real money can be made. "All you do is suck their cocks and afterwards you rinse with a mouthwash, it takes ten, fifteen minutes at the most and you don't have to worry about kidney infections or sore orifices. Best of all, the guys who like to be blown more than anything also leave quickly. For them the fun is over, whereas some of the more ardent lovers don't even stop once they've fucked you through the mattress!"
Every time someone mentioned fucking these days my stomach contracted and I felt as though I was swooning inside. True, I was learning to give head like an expert and true, the money rolled in a lot faster that way what with tips and multiple bookings. But my dreams were wild with dangling cocks and hard-ons and great penetrating thrusts, and I didn't even care anymore that Amy and Terry were always making out together when they thought I was, asleep. I stayed more in my own room and toyed with the dildo Terry had given me, sliding it in and out of my hungry pussy and using my imagination until I managed to convince myself it was for real. But how could I believe it when there was no deadweight crushing me, no smell of man, no tortured breathing, and no one to talk with after climaxing?
At the end of that week I had perfected the art of giving head to the point at which I didn't have to use my hands any more. The action of my tongue was nimble enough now to bring a man undone, especially when I nibbled at him with my teeth and menaced him a little at the right moments, and when I sucked at his knob as hard as I could. Terry told me she could blow a man without even thinking about it and she took some pride in that. I just thought that was boring.
The only ray of hope came from an evening booking, a five hundred dollar fantasy night for some conventioneers. Two middle-aged men with an alcoholic flush came to the door at the appointed hour and introduced themselves as Mervin and Mike. "We're brothers," the explained, "and we always do this sort of thing together. In fact, we do a lot of things together. We work as sales reps, you see, and for the same firm!" They thought that was a great joke and while they laughed it up Terry ushered them into the living room and made them comfortable. Once again a company check was passed on to her, tax-deductible no doubt, a carrot to keep the work horses working. And when they had a drink and a cigar, shoes off and feet on an ottoman, with the three of us sitting near them, Mike began to tell us what he expected from the night.
"Merv and me, we came from a poor family," he said. "We were bright at school but we couldn't afford to go to college and so we became salesmen and so forth. But what we really wanted to be was doctors. Yes, it's true, from the time we were five years old we dreamed of nothing else. Why, we even used to practice on the girl next door, didn't we Merv!" More laughter. "Even now we like to go see movies starring doctors and nurses, and once I had to go to the emergency room to have a shotgun pellet taken out of my ass, and they didn't understand why I was hard the whole time. Yes, we dream of being doctors...gynecologists, especially, fingering pussies all day with women lying in stirrups, helpless, at our mercy, and no husband nearby. We wouldn't even mind being proctologists as long as it was in the women's ward. Or pediatricians or podiatrists! Anyway, what we want tonight is to play doctors."
"That's right," confirmed Mervin. "I wish we had all the necessary equipment," said Terry, "but you boys didn't warn us beforehand so...."
"We'll make do," said Mike, holding up his hand for silence. "No trouble, totally no sweat, well make it up as we go along.?
"Fine," we said enthusiastically, but I was beginning to wonder if these guys were the fucking land. Wedding bands on their fingers, suits that were too conservative and too well-cared-for to belong to bachelors, no, they wouldn't care much about the old in and out. They wanted to play the games that their wives didn't want to know about. I sighed but made up my mind to make the best of the evening as usual.
The brothers got up and rearranged the furniture according to the dictates of their fantasy. We were made to sit along the couch as though we were in the waiting room and the brothers got a table and two chairs to be their desk. They covered a smaller table with a white sheet, put a pillow on it, and called for the first customer. Terry entered their office and they asked her what the problem was.
"Well, doctor," said Terry, simulating embarrassment, "I have this strange pain in my...er...belly, and nothing I do seems to make any difference to it."
"Your belly?" Mike asked. "Are you sure you don't mean your...vagina?"
"Oh!" Terry's hand flew up to her face to conceal the blush. "Yes, that's what I mean. Oh doctor, it's so awful, my husband is very jealous and he'll suspect that I've been fooling around with a man larger than him."
"Don't worry now, we'll check this out carefully," said Mike. She was told to go behind a door which acted as a screen and to take off her clothes. "Put this robe over yourself then," said Mike, "because, even though we are doctors, you will want to retain your modesty."
"Naturally," said Terry. I couldn't get over how happy Mike and Merv looked. They sat behind the table waiting for Terry to emerge and not once did they glance our way. In their minds they really were gynecologists in their Park Avenue office. Terry came out with the robe loosely tied over her nakedness and she was told to he on the table. They helped her up and asked her a few pseudo-medical questions, but I noticed their hands were trembling when they made to look under her robe.
"Ah yes," said Merv, peering into the shaded area of her loins, "I think I see the trouble. Perhaps you'll want to check into this more closely, doctor?"
"Thank you doctor," said Mike. "Please part your legs slightly, madam, thank you very much. Mmmmmmm yes, a slight infection. Still, we can't be too cautious. Let's see if there's anything wrong further down." They parted her legs but not very far. All they wanted was to inspect her labia it seemed. Amy and I exchanged looks and kept on watching the action. What strange men they were. They went through their fantasy step by step, taking care to keep their erotic tension from slackening all the way. "I see, yes, it's spread into the interior. This looks serious. Would you care to check this out, doctor?"
"Thank you doctor." They parted her pussy lips and peered into the pink convolutions below, prying with a long finger to open her cunt hole and to see right into her body. Terry lay back like a good patient, her legs open, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the two men poked and pried, commenting on her condition and obviously getting very excited by their findings. "I need a long instrument with which to apply a salve to this unfortunate young woman's rash," said Mervin. "Could you oblige me, nurse?"
He looked at me so I nodded obediently and went into the bedroom. The douche wouldn't do so I went to Terry's drawer and took a long, slender dildo from it along with some lubricant jelly, and brought it back to the doctors. They were delighted with their equipment and their faces were very close to Terry's cunt as the long dildo slipped into her body. Some of the jelly was applied to it and that made it all the smoother. Amy and I thought they had forgotten all about us. They kept applying the dildo to Terry until she began to squirm and moan. Then they looked up and asked her if she was all right
"Oh doctor, that feels so much better," she said huskily.
"Really? Marvelous. We thought this might be good therapy. Another few minutes of it and I daresay your problem will be cured." They bent back down again and watched intently as the long, greasy shaft moved in and out of her cunt. I could hear that she was wet now and I could see her pleasure wasn't altogether faked. She had her legs drawn up and wide apart and she clutched at the sides of the table to keep from writhing off it.
"Oooooooohhhhh doctor!" she groaned. "I feel so much better, please don't stop. Yes, yesssssssss, aaaa-aaahhhhhmmmmmmm-OH, OH DOCTOR, YES YES YES, OH DOCTOR THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE SPOT, HARDER NOW, HARDER, DOCTOR, OH YES, YES, YES!! " She bucked so much that the table looked as if it was about to topple but Mike and Mervin stood on either side of it and worked the dildo into her cunt hole until she came with a piercing yell.
"Don't get dressed yet, we'll have to run another test," said Mike, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Just read a magazine in the waiting room and well call you shortly."
Terry walked back to the bench unsteadily and Amy was called up next. The doctors made it clear that they wanted her complaint to be anal, and so she complained of a pain in her rectum.
"You mean right down deep?" asked Mike with such obvious lust that she couldn't deny it. Yes, she told them, real deep. "Ah, well now, we have to check info that. Just change into a robe and take your place on the table." Again there was a minute's suspense as Amy changed and the doctors sat behind their desk, glowing with pleasure. And again they made her he on the table with her robe cover-in her, only this time she had to lie on her stomach. "She looks healthy enough," said Mike to his brother. "Look at those blushing cheeks."
"Doctor, please," Mervin reprimanded him. But he caressed Amy's perfect buns too, with just as much longer. The robe had been pushed up to her waist and her bottom stuck up from her prone position like an open invitation. The doctors could hardly wail to accept. Their fingers moved her buns apart and pried into that tiny, puckered hole, and Amy stuck her ass up into the air to make life easier for them. I was beginning to fidget nervously. If they had explored Terry's cunt and Amy's ass-hole, what part of me would they concern themselves with? At the same time the sight of my friends at their disposal had made me horny as a jack rabbit It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to sit by and watch them have all the fun. My body burned and the fever became worse each time the doctors flashed that long dildo. Already they had greased it up and applied an inch or two of it in Amy's ass-hole. And what did I have? Nothing!
Amy's face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure. The long dildo was right up her, just bobbing back and forth, and occasionally the doctors withdrew to inspect her sphincters. Terry found a flashlight for them and they shone the light right up Amy's ass, exclaiming over her loveliness and her good health. "I just can't understand where the pain might be coming from," Mike confessed.
"Perhaps she needs the same treatment as the other lady?" suggested Mervin. "You know women respond to it very well in most cases, doctor, and this young lady might, too."
"Yes, but this young lady is deeper than the other lady. We'll need a longer instrument." They chortled conspiratorially and opened their zippers to extricate two of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Amy happened to turn around at that moment and when she saw their sizes she almost fainted.
"No thank you, doctors," she said hastily. "I feel much better now!"
"Perhaps, perhaps, but we have to make sure this trouble won't recur," said Mike. He and his brother were rubbing their respective cocks and their intentions were all too clear. A twinge of envy went through me. They would both fuck Amy to the finish and that would leave me out in the cold! I decided to make my move-it was now or never!
"Ooooowwwwoooowwooooohhh!" I cried, clutching my pussy with both hands and rolling off the couch. "Oh please, doctors, help me, I'min such pain. It must be labor pains, please, help me!"
"Oh," they said frowning at me. "Er...nurse, would you attend to that woman, please?" Terry nodded and took me into her arms. The doctors turned their attention back to the plump little ass of Amy. Mike held the jar of lubricant out to his brother, and Mervin smeared a large dollop of it on his cock, then climbed onto the table wobbly as it was and leaned over Amy's prostrate form. Amy was nearly crying in fear and she looked over at us to rescue her. But Terry held on to me and caressed me slowly and sensually, murmuring into my ear that I shouldn't worry, Amy would be all right.
"OOOOOUUUUUCCCCCHHHHHH" yelled Amy as the big cock drove an inch into her anus. "TAKE IT OUT, NO, NO, IT HURTS TOO MUCH, YOU'RE TOO BIG!! "
That's no way to address your doctor," said Mervin. Mike held the table steady and watched his brother's dick plunge into the soft flesh of Amy's ass. "Now this will hurt only for a moment and then you won't feel anything but pleasure, I can promise you that. You do want to be cured, don't your"
"Yes, but . . " Amy sobbed quietly and rested her face on her arms so they couldn't see what she was going through. Mervin strained to push his cock deeper into her ass but she wasn't yielding too easily. He muttered a curse and got off the table to smear lubricant into her ass-hole, then tried again. Amy could hardly stop herself from crying out but she bit her arm and put up with it. The big, thick cock sank in between her cheeks like a drill shaft, and Mervin let out a long sigh of bliss as her ass tunnel closed around his dick.
"Yes, that's the correct prescription," said his brother. His eyes glittered at the sight of that tiny ass-hole being penetrated by such a large cock, and he fingered the dildo with some relish. "Are you feeling better yet, Amy? Is the pain going away?"
"Yes, a bit," she said in a hoarse whisper. Her tears had dried and she didn't look quite as agonized as before. Terry continued to caress me, but with more purpose now that the doctors were so preoccupied. Her hands squeezed my breasts and descended to my panties, and she was whispering that it had been a long time since we had made love and how much she had missed me. I wanted to believe her if only to make up for my missing out on that beautiful big cock that had just disappeared up Amy's ass. I wouldn't even mind the pain! All I wanted was to try it, and if that made me give it up then well and good, at least I would know what I was missing. But now! I knew nothing and what
Terry was doing to me didn't help. She was only frustrating me more profoundly.
"I think I'm at the root of the problem now, doctor," panted Mervin. He supported his torso on extended arms, looking back at the ass he was fucking and driving his cock into Amy with long, steady strokes. "Yes, I can feel the bottom now. It itches right there, doesn't it Amy?"
"Ohmigod!" groaned Amy. She was shaking and her head rolled from side to side. "Holy Jesus, oh yes, that's very good, phew! The pain, oh no, deeper, deeper, God you're so big!"
"I believe you're right, doctor," said Mike. "But let me know if you need a deeper probe." He was handling his enormous cock with the casual ease of an expert technician, and just the sight of it made Terry's fingering seem like a waste of time. I let her do what she wanted with me but kept my eyes on the men. They took no notice of us at all. Mervin plowed on with his big steady strokes, Amy suffered her exquisite agony, and Mike prepared himself for entry.
"As soon as I apply the medication," panted Mervin. He lowered his torso to he flush on Amy's back and clutched at the table to put more thrust into his delivery, fucking her outright now, no more pretense, no playing doctors, and Amy loved every second of it She bucked under him and cried and grunted, and when he blew his wad she let out a high-pitched wad that set my teeth on edge. She didn't get a chance to recover, though. Mervin withdrew and held the table while his brother mounted the girl and stuck his cock into her creamed ass-hole with one big heave of his loins. Amy was off and running again and he rode her like a jockey.
The table legs cracked and splintered and the fucking couple slid off it onto the floor, but that couldn't stop them. He had his arms hooked up under her armpits and he was biting at her neck and driving his cock into her slurping ass-hole like he wanted his knob to come out of her throat. I was utterly absorbed in the spectacle, to the point at which I felt the deep thrusts, felt her choked ecstasy and the weight of his laboring body. Terry thought she was producing those low moans of lust in me and she stepped up her fingering to drive me even further around the bend. And in the end she managed to bring me off, but most of the credit for that orgasm had to go to Mike and his brother.
There was silence in the room when Mervin was done. Only our breathing could be heard. Terry was the first to recollect herself and she passed around drinks and cigarettes so that we might all recover speedily. I straightened my clothes and sat on the couch to have a quiet cigarette and to whittle away at my disappointment. Fate conspired against me! I would never know what it felt like to have a man.
"Next patient, please," Mike said abruptly. We looked at him in surprise but he meant business. He had downed his drink and now he and his brother seated themselves behind their "desk" again. Quickly I stubbed out the cigarette and hurried into their office. Terry and Amy looked as though they couldn't wait to see what the doctors would do next "Ah, Gena, I see you're pregnant" said Mike, coming over to place his hand flat on my belly. "Yes, not long to go now. We'd better determine what kind of birth you'll have."
"How do you mean?"
"Whether you're big enough," smiled Mervin. "Go change and he down on the table here." I looked over at my friends for a clue but they seemed equally puzzled. I was glad to change, though. The wetness had seeped into my panties and had made them positively uncomfortable. In the robe and on the table, shaking a little as the doctors bent over me to begin the examination. What did they have in mind? Mike parted my robe and caressed my belly again now that it was naked. His hand felt rougher than Terry's and bigger, much stronger, and when his thick fingers touched the top of my pussy's slit I could imagine exactly how it would feel inside me. It would stretch me and there wouldn't be so much difference between his finger and his cock. I shook my head and tried to think of something else. Expectations only led to disappointments.
"I'd like to take a look at her uterus," said Mike to Mervin. "Do you think that's possible without a speculum, doctor?"
"I could hold her vagina open and you could shine the flashlight up there," said his brother. Now I was getting nervous. If they fondled me they would only make it worse for me. My robe hung wide open now and the two men were spreading my legs untfl they hung down either side of the table. Mike fetched a pillow from the bedroom and propped my ass up with it and Mervin's fingers pried about in the slit of my cunt the whole time. I could feel the juices flowing already and I experienced my complete helplessness in this situation. Amy and Terry wouldn't help unless the men actually began to abuse me!
"Very good, very good," muttered Mike. He had rubbed some of the lubricant into my cunt hole and the tip of his fingers slipped in between the nervously contracting muscles down there without any resistance. "Now let's just open this young lady up a little more." That big finger moved right up me, heavy and hard, but un-like the dildo it was warm and human. My belly exploded into storms of tingles and the backs of my thighs began to sweat. The finger rode in and out of my cunt gently and pretty soon it turned into a smooth, mesmerizing sensation, one that made me feel good all over. My breasts hummed with pleasure and my nipples stood up hard and straight. The impulse to stretch like a cat in the sun overtook me, and when I gave in to it my pubic bone rose higher and the doctor's finger slipped into me another inch. Now the knuckle pressed hard against my clitoris and my stomach muscles drew taut as the first tremor of ecstasy rippled through my body. Mervin stood by the side and rubbed my breasts, saying he wanted to see if they were "lactating" but squeezing them like an expert lover instead. I loved the feeling of his hands on my tits, strong hands with hair on the backs. At one point a finger came near to my lips and I puckered it up to receive it. For a minute or so he let me suck on it but then he had to go help his brother.
"I think we're making headway here," said Mike. "She's very tight for a woman her age but I have two fingers in now and I don't think it's her pelvic structure that's keeping the rest out."
"You think it's her pussy? I mean, her vagina?"
"Yes, that's what I think." Mike bent over so that his face was level with my cunt and he peered at the two fingers soughing in and out of my overwrought box. The flames licked at my innards and my body couldn't remain passive for much longer. The thrusting, choking sensation of those fingers made me want to move with them, harmonize, fuck back, especially when I closed my eyes and imagined it was a big cock diving into me there. But even when I looked to see what they were up to, the excitement in me grew by leaps and bounds. To have two men fascinated by my cunt, to be at their mercy, and to have no idea what to expect next, was enough to send me into an erotic trauma!
"How does that feel young lady?" asked Mike when a third finger squeezed its way into my cunt.
"OOoooooohhhhhh!" I groaned, twisting my hips so as to accommodate him more easily. But that was all I could say. I was aware of Amy and Terry sitting on the sidelines and watching me, I knew Mike and Merv were two middle-aged perverts, and yet I was very happy that something sexual was happening between me and a male. Three fingers pushed and shoved, stretched my flesh until pain irradiated to all parts of my body, and tried to crawl into my moist cave as if they were being pursued by a monster. He didn't seem to care that he might damage me by treating me so roughly. In and out, his muscles tensing as he shoved his fingers up me and his brother watching from close up and inhaling the fumes of my pussy most appreciatively.
"Let's try it," said Mike. He hooked two fingers of each hand into my cunt hole and opened it as wide as he could. I cried out in pain but he took no notice, just like a real doctor. Mervin slipped in under his arms and sat on his knees between my legs while his face came as close as possible. The flashlight shone into my cunt and Mervin made appropriate noises. "What do you see?"
"Very healthy, very healthy indeed. Here, take a look." Other fingers opened me up again and Mike peered in until he was satisfied there was nothing more to be seen. "Okay, that settles that. Now for the real test." The flashlight was set aside and Mervin stuck four fingers into my cunt. At that point I had a flashback to Grace with a fist up her cunt, and right away I knew what Mike and Mervin were planning to do. I was too far gone to be scared. I wanted that fist, anything male up my cunt was fine with me! And as he tried to jam his tapered bunch of fingers up my cunt I lifted my ass and spread my legs, opening up as wide as I could for the intruder. It probably didn't look too decent but now that I'd given over to passion it felt a whole lot better!
"Put it up me!" I groaned, under my breath at first but then, more boldly, I cried: "YES, SHOVE IT UP ME, MAKE A FIST, OH JESUS CHRIST YES, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!"
"Madam, please!" Mike reprimanded me. He watched his brother work his fist into me and now and then he added some lubricant to my cunt in order to make it work. I felt that bunch of hard flesh sliding in and out, straining at the restrictions of my body and slowly overcoming them, in and out, in and out and then, with a wet slosh his whole fist went into my cunt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEII" I yelled, suddenly desperate for it to be out of me. I couldn't breathe, I saw red, my blood pumped through my head like the dam had burst, and my lower half was enveloped in a sheet of pure pain. But then I realized it wasn't pain at all, far from it. Just as when you touch a surface expecting it to be cold, it feels cold even though its hot, so my expectation of pain had led me into a wrong perceptual alley. But that was soon rectified by natural processes. "OH GOD, OOOOAAAAAHHHHMMMMMFFFF-JEEEEEE-SUSSSSSS!" My lungs just weren't working. "AAAARRRGGHHHHH! I" Now it was my turn to buck on the table, limbs flailing, spit drooling out of my slack mouth, frantically climaxing and lost in my own ecstasies.
Time passed me by as I raved and writhed and had a wonderful session. When my body finally gave up on sex I found that the fist had been removed from my cunt and that the brothers were just sitting on the table and licking their fists clean of my pussy juice. So they'd both had it up there! So much the better. I slid off the table and tried to find my feet, but my legs were so weak that I just fell into a heap on the ground. Terry helped me up and led me over to the couch where she quickly examined me.
"You'll be as good as new again by tomorrow," she whispered, "and as tight as a drum, so don't worry about a thing."
I felt my pussy and found that the normally closed hole was wide open and that I could put two fingers up there without even touching the sides. But Terry knew everything, and so I didn't get around to worrying. Mike and Mervin were satisfied, too. They had jerked off over me but I didn't notice the dried pools of sperm on my belly until much later. And now that they had realized their fantasies they became more agreeable companions once more. The price had included a night at our apartment, and they decided to take advantage of that. With their help we moved the other beds into Terry's room so that all five of us would be able to sleep together.
It so happened that I ended up in the center, Mike on one side, Mervin on the other, and the girls flanking them. They didn't realize how much that aroused me. As soon as the lights went off I gave my fantasies a free rein and off they went, constructing marriages in which I had two husbands who couldn't get enough of me, or three husbands and two wives, or an entire harem at my disposal! It just got wilder and wilder, even though I couldn't play with myself or hope to be satisfied in any other way. My cunt was in quite a bit of pain and Mike and Mervin were sleeping soundly. So were Amy and Terry. I kept my eyes open and when they were used to the dark I could make out their sleeping forms clearly. Amy and Terry faced outward, Mike and Mervin faced in as if pointing at me. None of us had any clothes on but without body contact that didn't mean much. I also saw that the flashlight was right behind me. That gave me an idea. Taking care not to disturb the others, I fetched it and snuck under the covers with it in my hand. I could hardly breathe when I turned the flashlight on, so great was my excitement. The light fell on Mike's belly and moved down until his cock was in the spotlight. It drooped down fat and long, the tip of it just resting on the sheet, his balls following it down. I crawled back down further until I was level with his cock and his brother's, and then I turned the light on the other one. It looked the same, heavy and thick like a ripe fruit, and it made my mouth water to be so close. They seemed to be sleeping very deeply, it wouldn't wake them if I took just one little nibble. Still breathless, I leaned over to Mervin's dick and kissed it as gently as I could. The smell of man and the texture of smooth rubber made it imperative to have another little taste, and another, and then I clicked the light off and took his whole cock into my mouth.
My arms encircled his hips and my face nuzzled into his heavy bush of pubic hair as my mouth suckled on his dick and balls. Life stirred in him, the pulsing of blood grew more rapid and slowly his cock resurrected itself to fill my mouth and eventually to push me back until only his glans remained between my lips. His hands came to, rest on my hair and as he ran his fingers through my locks so affectionately I knew that he wanted me to go on. That made my sucking bolder and more effective. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and tried to recapture some of the lost territory, inching my way down his solid shaft and digging my fingernails into his flesh to keep him in close.
My tongue got to work, too, sliding and slithering along his silky smooth skin, traveling down to his balls and along his hairy thighs, working hard and quick to provoke him further. Mervin groaned deeply and his hips began to shove his cock at me hungrily. I took it back down my throat and held it there to apply the wealth of experience I had gained in such a short time. My throat muscles contracted and relaxed about the tip of his knob, my tongue moved restlessly along his stalk, and my fingers crept into the split of his ass to come closer and closer to his anus. I was very near to getting him and myself off when Mike awoke and figured out what was going on. He moved in after a quick peek under the covers and presented a swelling cock to me for satisfaction. For a moment I felt like the ass between two haystacks, but I soon figured out a plan of action. One hand went around Mike's cock and my mouth stayed on Mervin's, sucking and nibbling to keep him hot wlide I heated up his brother manually.
When Mike was good and hard I tried something else. Instead of letting him push his cock into my face like he wanted to, I maneuvered my body so that I was hunched over Mervin's pulsing cock and my ass was very close to Mike's. Surely he would take the hint! Pain or no pain, my pussy wanted to be fedl I thought it was a good sign when he began to eat me, but after going through several courses of me I realized that he wasn't going any place.
By this time Mervin was fucking my face with the desperation of a man about to come and I concentrated on him entirely to bring him off right. Groaning, sweating, driving his cock down my throat and muttering obscenities under his breath, he delivered a small load of cream to my mouth and promptly began to shrink away. His glans hadn't left my lips before he was asleep again. I turned to his brother and found a good, healthy erection that was only too happy to plunge in between my lips, and I sucked him off with all possible dispatch. The taste of sperm in my mouth was a small consolation for what I wasn't getting.
The brothers were asleep again and each time I swallowed I got another little charge of that salty cream taste. My desires were hardly stilled. Here I was in bed with two men, each of who had a cock fit for a bull, and I still couldn't get laid! Was there something wrong with me? Did men know the moment they saw me that I wasn't to be fucked under any circumstances? I knew that some guys avoided virgins because they were afraid the ex-virgin would cling too hard, but I was willing to sign a contract to say I would never see the deflowerer again!
Half an hour went by, a time for brooding and depression, why me! kind of thoughts, and my pussy itched and throbbed like an alarm clock that couldn't be turned off. I heard someone say: "Psssst!" in the dark, and a moment later Terry and Amy left the room and went into the bathroom to make love to each other exclusively. Now I was alone with two men and they were snoring their heads off! It just wasn't fair! In desperation I reached over Mike and took the first dildo I could lay my hand on from Terry's drawer. It was a big rubber thing that was far too big for me as a rule and sported a knob on each end for mutual use. I didn't care how big it was or whether it was for tandems or solos, all I wanted was to take care of that nagging itch, that ceaseless desire to be laid properly.
The rubber dick wasn't easy to introduce without a lubricant. My pussy wanted the real thing and it wasn't going to turn on the secretions for a phony, so I had to work on my clitoris and my nipples to make it moist enough to get the rubber glans past the barriers. If it hadn't been for Mike and Mervin opening my cunt right up earlier I wouldn't have succeeded. As it was the dildo moved in little by little, making me wetter and looser with each bit of progress and making me forget about the immediate problems. The men snored and from the bathroom came the stifled, agonized sounds of orgasms, and there I was feeding a rubber snake to my starving cunt. It felt nice, though, so fulsome and perverse, lying there with both my hands gripping that big thing and shoving it into my straining cunt. Pain mixed with pleasure like blood mixing with honey, my cries bounced off indifferent walls and deaf ears, and in my solitude I achieved the kind of climax that merely takes the edge off frustration. But that was enough. I dropped the dildo back in the drawer and turned on my side to go to sleep. Tiredness hit me with a rush.
But before I gave in to sleep I assessed my position in this household and saw that I would have to move fast. Firstly I would have to consolidate my financial position before Amy and Terry became too close to tolerate a third party. Secondly, I would have to find a place where I could move should the necessity arrive. And thirdly, I would fuck the first man who crossed the threshold of this apartment. No more messing around. If he didn't want to I would force him to. I felt like those vultures sitting and waiting-until one of them says: "I've had enough of this: I'm going down to kill somebody!"
CHAPTER NINE
We had hardly sent our customers off to work the next morning when the doorman announced a visitor who wouldn't give his name. "The gentleman says you're in business with him," he said, "and he wants to surprise you all."
"Then send the gentleman up," said Terry tiredly. We weren't ready to receive anyone but we felt benign enough. Over breakfast we had tallied up our takings and found that we were well on the way to a middle-class life style. The remains of breakfast were still on the table and we were in our robes and our hair was unkempt to put it mildly, and when Mr. Porter walked in we almost died! "Oh no, why didn't you tell us!" we cried and the three of us bolted into the bathroom to make emergency repairs. Mr. Porter thought it was all great fun and waited patiently for us to come out.
"I just dropped by to thank you for the fine job you did on my two employees the other day," he said when fresh coffee had been made and we had made ourselves more presentable. "The word has spread to all the departments and efficiency is at an all-time high. In fact, I never suspected mortals could work so well and so hard or I would have tried to provide the necessary incentive years ago."
"That's very nice to know," I said, trying to draw his attention to me. His presence made my whole body pulse with desire. He was so handsome, so distinguished, so utterly "in charge," that I wanted to fling myself at his feet and beg him to take me. Also, I remembered the promise I had made to myself, that I would get myself laid by the first man who entered the apartment. Well, there he was. Now what was I going to do about it? But what could I do with the other two in the same room?
Terry gave me an answer to that question ,when she excused herself and came back wearing the tightest shortest shorts she owned and a T-shirt that showed how tiny her tits were. Only her nipples poked up from the flat planes of her shirt and with her hair combed back boyishly it was very hard to determine her gender. She could be a beautiful boy or a beautiful girl, but whatever she represented to Mr. Porter, he liked what he saw! I could tell the change that came over him the moment she came back into the living room. Suddenly he didn't want to talk with me or Amy anymore, he wanted to know more about Terry, what she thought about life, politics, and sex.
I cursed her roundly under my breath. That sly, sneaky bitch had picked him off right under my nose! And with every move she made he fell deeper into her trap. She smoked with some bravado and she leaned back on her chair, her legs crossed and one arm leaning over the back of the chair, and she kept her voice down low. Oh yes, he was falling for her all over the place, she had gauged his persona accurately. Within half an hour of arriving, Mr. Porter asked Terry if he could talk with her-alone.
Amy and I pretended not to know what he meant, but it was clear enough. I seethed with envy and desire but I kept my face a blank and after he and Terry had gone into the bedroom I grinned at Amy and made wisecracks. Amy wasn't too happy either but for different reasons. She gazed at the door that separated her and Terry and I could tell she wanted to be there, just to make sure nothing Mr. Porter did would undermine her position with Terry. For some reason that made me feel better.
"We can spy on them from the terrace," I said softly, and Amy's face lit up at once. We moved onto the terrace silently and crouched down under the bedroom window to peer in through the slit left by the lace drapes. Terry and Mr. Porter were fast becoming friends. They sat on the edge of the bed and she had her hand on his knee. We couldn't hear what they were talking about but actions spoke a lot louder anyway. Her hand moved up and she undid his zip, extricated his cock, and fondled it while looking him right in the eyes. And as they continued talking she slowly got down on her knees and pressed her face against his rapidly swelling dick. I did my best to keep personal feelings out of this.
That thick, hard cock was rightfully mine! I would make love to it sincerely, not for business purposes. However, Terry had been clever to bring him over so quickly and it would benefit us all if she treated him right.
She certainly seemed to be doing that She gave him head the way a cat does, stroking and nudging his cock with her face, and Mr. Porter leaned back and spread his legs so she could dig into his fly and bring out his balls as well. We couldn't see too much from where we were, just a glimpse now and then, but our imagination filled in the details most vividly. We saw her head move so as to make her lips maul his glans, and we saw Mr. Porter gasping for breath and gritting his teeth when she came too close to bringing him undone. Terry took off his pants while she sucked his dick, his shoes and socks, his tie and shirt, stripping him naked without interrupting the steady, seductive pace of her oral manipulation. I had to admire her skill.
Mr. Porter did nothing but lap it up. He reclined on the bed and let her do with him as she pleased. Terry licked him all over, slowly and teasingly, caressing him and sucking at his skin and rubbing her clothed body against his nakedness. I wondered why she wouldn't undress. She even kept on her sandals!
"Isn't she something!" whispered Amy. "She's doing a whole faggot number on him. I tell you, Gena, that woman is too much for the human mind. She . can do anything!"
"Yes, she's good all right," I agreed. "Oh wow, look at that! He's starting to grab her ass! And look at the way she's playing up to him!" We watched Terry wriggle her boy's ass and cock it up at the distracted man, and pretty soon he was no longer the passive one but the aggressor. Her ass fascinated him. He pressed his face against it and inhaled deeply as if to pick up any odors from that part of her; he caressed her ass and even pushed his unsheathed cock against the tautly drawn denim that came between him and his desires. Her shorts embellished her ass rather than concealing it and for a while it looked as though he was going to fuck her with the shorts on. When that proved impossible he undid the shorts and drew them down at the back, but he was careful to leave the front as it was.
Terry bent over the bed and looked around at him coyly, saying something we couldn't hear. Mr. Porter shook his head and the smile faded from her face. I understood then that she wanted him' to use a lubricant and that Mr. Porter wanted nothing but raw meat. His knob was already at her ass-hole and pushing to get in. Terry tried to reason with him but then she gave up and grabbed her cheeks with both hands to make her ass-hole as big as possible.
"This is getting me so excited!" exclaimed Amy under her breath. "Come on, Gena, let's play with each other the way we used to."
I had been more than happy to watch Mr. Porter act out his fantasies up until then and I had gone so far as to live them with him in my mind. But when Amy propositioned me a wave of nausea welled up in me. I didn't want to masturbate anymore, I didn't want to finger-fuck or suck pussy, I wanted to be fucked by a real, living man! It was all I could do not to snarl at her. "No, let's not," I said, controlling my voice. "I want to see exactly how Terry will handle this situation."
"I see. You don't want anything more to do with my body?"
"It's not that. Later, later." I waved her away impatiently, hoping she would take the hint. Mr. Porter's cock was getting places within Terry's backdoor and her groans now became audible even to us.
"Well, okay honey, if that's the way you want it But just remember, when you want me don't bother to ask."
"Oh, what the hell is the matter with you I" I said, stung by her silliness. "You and Terry are forever sneaking off to have private parties without me and then you're surprised if I don't rush over whenever you see fit to fool around with me. I know you like Terry better and I don't mind. But don't play games with me."
"Who's playing games! Anyway, forget it, I don't even want to make it with you anymore." She turned back to the window and the subject was supposed to be closed. It ran on in my mind, though. I was surprised by the force of my antipathy. I really didn't want to have anything more to do with women. It was cock or nothing, and if I couldn't have Mr. Porter then I would have the next man to come into our place. Nothing else mattered
I looked through the window again and kept my attention on Mr. Porter. He was fucking Terry hard and fast, holding on to her waist and driving his cock into her boyish ass with thudding strokes. My sphincters contracted in sympathy. Her shorts were around her knees by now but he made no attempt to feel her pussy, nor her tits for that matter. He just mounted her like a dog and fucked her like she was a bitch. When he came I went back into the living room and poured myself another cup of coffee. Amy had one, too, but she wouldn't talk to me.
When the young lovers emerged, Mr. Porter looked like a changed man. No longer was he as poised, as in charge, as before the visit In fact, he acted like a teenager in love! He resented our presence now and kept drawing her aside to whisper private words into her ear. Terry played up to his infatuation with calculated charm. But to some of his whispers she simply shook her head dismissively.
"I'm offering you the world!" protested Mr. Porter, no longer concerned with privacy now. I was surprised by his petulance. "All you have to do is move into my private apartment at the Porter budding and live the life of Redly! Now why should you refuse that?"
"Simple. I'd have no independence at all. Why don't you just come visit us here; we can have a good time," Terry replied.
"I don't want all those other guys pawing you and making it with you! I want you all for myself. Listen, you'd be independent you'll be as free as a bird as long as you're absolutely faithful to me."
"Out of the question."
Now Mr. Porter started to get angry. Jealousy burned in his eyes. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists as he yelled: "You'd better be more agreeable to me, bitch, because I'll have your little operation blackballed overnight if you don't! I'm offering you a good deal but if you don't take it you'll find that the alternative is zero, nothing, povertyville!" That gave Terry food for thought. She lit a cigarette slowly, playing for time, and after a long puff she nodded.
"Okay, that's all very well for me, but what becomes of my friends? They need me here for fantasy nights and for protection-"
"Screw them!" Mr. Porter stood up and glare down at Terry. "All I want from you is yes or no!"
"Yes," she said, her voice meek now that he had out-bargained her. "I'll just pack some things and I'll come with you. Can you have the rest picked up later?"
"Certainly." He sat down again and grinned to himself. I wondered how much of his rage had been an act, the consummate businessman at work. Amy looked like her world had come to an end. She started to cry and rushed into Terry's room, shut the door, and began to plead with her not to go. But I knew Terry had found the deal she had been looking for, she wouldn't change her mind for anyone. Sure enough, when Terry left she left without a word to her former friend and lover, nor to me. She and Mr. Porter walked through the door arm in arm, and Amy and I were alone in the world.
Before she could begin to lament her lot the phone rang and someone made a booking for a short evening session. To her credit, Amy took it and even sounded sexy as she did so. But as soon as she hung up her face began to crumple again and she rushed into her room to have a good cry. I just felt numb. We could continue the business without Terry so long as the patrons were happy with the two of us, and so long as they paid without wanting a show of force. What was the alternative? A typewriter, that was what, back to the grind, taking shit from henpecked executives and everybody else. No thanks. At least men were nice to us these days and they treated us with a measure of awe, even, a far cry from secretarial days. Besides that, the money rolled in and that was hard to resist.
Amy seemed to reach the same conclusion. She came out of her room, took a long shower, and when she was dressed she looked back to normal. "I want us to forget about that little fight before," she said. "We're on our own now and we have to cooperate if we're to make it." I shook her hand and found myself liking her a great deal again. She smiled and told me she was going out for the day. "A bit of shopping and a movie will make me forget about that two-faced bitch," she said with a hint of emotion. "At least she left us all the profits."
"She could afford to," I shrugged. Amy left and I lolled about in the bathtub for as long as my skin could stand it I dressed in a fresh, sexy outfit, cleared the living room up and put the dishes into the sink, put on some music, and suddenly the future looked quite bright again. I was singing to myself, dancing a few steps, and gliding into euphoria when the doorbell rang. I froze! Now was the time to put my resolution into practice. If it was a man I would fuck him, no two ways about it! Unsteadily I made my way over to the door and opened it slowly. "Daddy!"
"Hello baby, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd see how you were doing." He didn't notice how pale I'd gone. I closed the door after him and followed him into the living room. "My, this place looks nice. You girls certainly know how to live." His words came to me as from a long way away. I moved through the apartment completely preoccupied with my inner turmoil. I managed to fix a drink for both of us, though, and I sat close to him on the couch, leaning against his strong body for comfort. Vaguely I wondered what we would do in the future when Daddy barged in on us when we were entertaining a customer, but that could be fixed with the doorman I guessed. We sipped at our drinks silently and gazed out over the terrace at the city basking in the warm sun and I felt more content by the minute. But then Daddy revealed the purpose of his visit.
"Your mother and I used to have a rich love life," he said without warning, "but that stopped after you were born. It happens sometimes, a woman is so delicate. Anyway, I've learned to make up for that in little ways, a few movies, a call girl now and then, some porno magazines, you know, just a tidbit here and there to keep my juices flowing." I was staggered to hear him talk like that and I must have been staring at him in horror because he laughed and said: "What, didn't you think your father was interested in such base pursuits? I'm just a man, baby, just a man. To get to the point, however . . The smile faded and he lit up a cigarette nervously. "The point is that I went into an adult book store earlier today and I happened to drop a quarter into one of the movie machines...and there you were!"
"Oh," I said. I simply didn't know what to do. I clutched at my drink and waited for him to hit me or upbraid me, whatever he wanted.
"Wed, I said to myself that these are the seventies, that people from my generation aren't able to understand so we might as well accept. But I was shocked, baby, shocked to the marrow."
Tm sorry, Daddy.. . "
"No, not shocked at your behavior, just at my reaction." He toyed with his drink for a long time and when he finally looked at me his face showed a dot of strain. "You look so much like your mother when she was young and we were first married. What days they were! We made love in all sorts of places and in all sorts of positions, and I never realized how much I missed those days until I saw you naked and playing up to that camera." He was sweating now and his glass was empty. I refilled it for him. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Daddy." I was moved by his words but also deeply excited. My resolution stood firm and he was helping me to keep it that way. "And I want you to know that I will do anything for you, anything you want. I love you, Daddy." I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms about his neck to make sure he understood what I was saying to him. He turned slightly and embraced me, too, and we stayed in that position for a long time as if to acclimatize to each others' bodies.
I reveled in his familiar smell, the roughness of his cheeks and the strength of his arms. All at once I felt like a little girl again hugging him for comfort and finding such tranquility within his arms that I never wanted to leave them again. I snuggled against him and sighed contentedly, but then I remembered I was no longer a little girl and my fa-there had other ideas about me now. His hands caressed my back slowly and his thigh was against mine, pressing with some urgency. My heart beat faster as I realized exactly what I was in for. Father and daughter-surely that couldn't happen!
But I wanted it to happen, I wanted him to push on, to seduce me, to take me every way he wanted so that I wouldn't have any say in the matter. To make the first move, however, was out of the question. All I could do was make myself available. His hands were ranging more widely now, coming very close to my ass now and then, but his progress was far too slow for me. His embrace began to stifle me and his lovemaking was way behind my needs. Why couldn't I make the first move? After all, it was very clear that he wanted me and I certainly wanted him! Oh, to have Terry's guile! Now his hands moved back to the safety of my shoulder blades, the only totally non-erogenous parts of my body. I could tell by his labored breathing that he wanted to kiss me and touch me and take me, but he was as scared as I was. How would Terry handle a situation like this?
I freed myself of his embrace and stood up. "No, Daddy, you don't want to do this," I told him. "You ought to think about it more."
He stared at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, then jumped up and took me into his arms. "No, baby, I do want you, I know it with every fiber in my body. Only I'm afraid what wdl happen to the two of us afterward. Wdl you hate me for it? Will I ever be able to face you again? Oh baby, it's so hard to make decisions."
"Then do what you have to, Daddy," I said softly but firmly. He continued to hold me for a minute or so but then his hands began to move with more conviction. He touched the rise of my cheeks and squeezed them softly with both hands, kneading my flesh and working his pubic bone against my belly, and with every squeeze and bump I felt my body dissolving into a jeUy of bliss. My trick had worked and Daddy couldn't be stopped now. He would take me and love me! His fingers loosened the belt holding my shorts up and then they slipped in between the waistband and my ass to grab hold of my naked flesh. In response I pressed my body hard against his and echoed his urgency.
"That's beautiful," he murmured. "You don't know how good that feels, Gena, to have a firm, smooth ass in my hands again and to feel your firm breasts pressing into my chest. God, it makes me feel like a man after all these years! I knew this would happen some day; you were a beautiful baby and you kept on getting more beautiful by the day. How is a father supposed to resist that? Tell me that!"
"Don't fight it, Daddy," I whispered, nuzzling at his ear lobe. "I've been wanting this to happen for a long time, too. Just make love to me like I'm Ma when she was a girl, do to me what you used to do to her."
"I will, I will!" He let my shorts slip to the floor and as soon as I had stepped out of them he laid me out on the deep pile carpet and began to kiss my exposed belly and thighs with such ardor that I could feel my first climax well up from way down inside of me. I still had on a top but I knew he would get around to taking that off sooner or later. For the moment I was more than happy just to be adored so passionately. His lips sucked at my flesh and his tongue flicked out as if to taste my body, circling my pussy but coming in closer every time, working me over until that first climax reached its peak and exploded like a burst of colorful fireworks, with a soft "pop!"
He plucked at my pubic hair and breathed in the tangy aroma of my cunt, and I kept looking at him through my lashes just to feel the thrill of being loved by a real man. He was close to the center of my cunt now, so close that the inner muscles began to contract violently and juices were secreted by the pint, or so it felt And when he dove face first into the split of my pussy my whole body arched upward tautly and my pelvic region began to shake uncontrollably. "OOOOHHHHHH DADDIIIIEEEEEEI!" I heard myself cry out. "MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE, OH YES, OH GOD YES, THAT'S THE WAY-AAAAAAHHHHH!! " His tongue felt thick and long, and it slithered up and down and in and out my cunt, and I wanted to turn myself inside out so he could eat all of me! But that wasn't necessary. Daddy was burrowing into me like a mole, sucking and licking and opening my cunt up so wide that it was almost embarrassing. His fingers joined the fun now, poking and fucking, relieving his tongue inside my hole occasionally, or titillating my clitoris at a furious pace, all to drive me around and around the bend.
"That's how I used to make love to your mother," he panted, drawing himself up to lie beside me. "And when I was done she would lass me deeply and suck her cunt juice off my fingers." I did just that, drawing his flavored spit into my mouth and swallowing it with perverse relish, and when he presented his fingers I sucked them in precisely the way I would suck a cock. "Ah yes," he said, as if entertaining a particularly cherished memory, "like mother, like daughter. That's how she used to do it, putting that extra bit of tongue into it."
I seized his hand in mine and held him tight while I gave each of his fingers an expert blow job, and he used his other hand to stimulate every part of my pussy. I kept my legs far apart for him, just for him, one over the back of the couch, the other on the floor, and I poked it up at him to let him know it was his to do with as he pleased. He fingered it and caressed it, he toyed with the hard little clit and the swollen lips, and all the while he fed me his fingers and groaned as though they were actually cocks.
The time had come to move further. I wanted him to experience my breasts in full, I wanted him to suck on them, to taste the fruits of his long-ago labors, and with that notion dominating my mind I got up off the couch and reached behind me to undo the top. Daddy leaned back and watched me with a broad, fuzzy smile. His cock made a tent out of his pants and I kept my eyes on it when I slowly took off the last item of clothing. For its sake I teased my father a little, hiding my tits with both hands and turning my back to him while I peeked coyly over a shoulder. "Come on, let's have a look at them," said Daddy, his voice hoarse with lust. And so I spun around with a fanfare and revealed the full bounty of my tits. "Wow!" he breathed. "They're even bigger and firmer than your mother's ever were. Come here, baby, and let me love them."
I pressed my tits into his face and worked them into his mouth one by one, letting him suck and nibble at the nipples, groaning when he sucked a mouthful of flesh in so hard that it chafed against his teeth, and jiggling them when he stopped for a breather. "Now you," I said, biting at his ear. "Take off all your clothes-or do you want me to do that?"
"You do it," he said. "I don't think I can stand up right now, there's no blood left in my legs." I took off his jacket and his tie, and hung them up very neatly. Even though I was bursting with curiosity and desire, I wanted to prolong this moment of suspense for both of us. Besides, each time I went over to the other chair to lay out his clothes, I had a chance to make my tits and ass move sensually for him. In a way I was showing off his own handiwork, and I wanted him to proud of me and of what he had done. I wanted to be a good daughter in every way. And his towering erection was the best graduation present any girl could have. His shirt came next. I paused briefly to caress his broad chest and to brush my face against the small clump of hair in the center. My hands caressed him until they found his nipples and then my fingers came together into pincers to twist them briefly just to let him know I wasn't all sugar and spice. A trail of hair led down the center of his hard belly and pointed into the direction of that single-masted circus tent I followed it down to the belt then pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Now for the shoes," I said.
"Hurry!" he said, but I could tell he enjoyed the suspense as much as I did. It was his turn to squirm uncomfortably. Behind us a soft breeze blew through the open windows and cooled my pussy down enough to keep me stable. I kneeled down and undid his shoe laces with the same care I had lavished on his other items of clothing, removed them one by one, took off his socks, and spent a minute or so massaging his feet holding them so they made contact with my cuntal fur. His big toe insinuated itself into the cleft and worked around until the inner moisture had spread to the outside. And when he heard my pussy squelch he said: "Now for the pants. I can't wait much longer, Gena, I've got to get back down on you."
"Why didn't you say that in the first place! Stand up." He stood up and I remained on my knees, reaching up to undo the belt and zip. His pants slid down his legs like the seventh veil and caught the tip of his cock on the way down. Briefly it pulled the hard, fully-extended phallus down with it but then the pants lost their hold and his cock reared up so enthusiastically that it slapped back against his belly. "Oh wow!" I exclaimed. Everything else was forgotten, only that magnificent cock with its thick ridge and heavy veins, the bulbous glans and the heavy, hairy balls, mattered. Daddy stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, and for all his eagerness to go down on me he wasn't about to stop me from doing what I wanted to do. My arms went around his hips and I pulled in close to him so that his balls dangled against my face. Warm, sweaty, manly fragrance filled my nostrils, rough hairs and silky-smooth skin, hard flesh with blood pulsing potently through it. My tongue licked out at whatever came near to it, I burrowed in and up between his powerful hairy thighs, and sucked at those pendulous balls. Daddy held my face in place and carefully sat down on the couch again, his ass well over the edge, his legs wide apart, and now his hands relaxed their grip and stroked my hair ever so slowly.
I worked my way up just as slowly. There was no forgetting that this man was my father, the man whose sperm had triggered off my life so long ago, the man who had always been around while I grew up and out of innocence, and now he was to be the man who would puncture the vestiges of innocence once and for alL This was the man of whom I had dreamed so secretly that the dreams had remained subliminal for most of the time, surfacing only when they grew too heated and turbulent to be contained. Ah yes, I had rehearsed this moment so often and for so long, longer than seemed possible given my ignorance of men and sex. When my tongue crept up along his tall penis and shimmied right up to leave a wet trail behind, when my hands cupped his heavy balls, when my nose breathed in his smell, the sensations fitted right in with those I had imagined during long, solitary nights and during boring classes. My body was coming left and right the way a leaky water bag spills its contents. But my mouth kept doing its job the way I had learned with Terry and Amy, suckling the big cock, licking it under that fleshy awning, pressing my lips hard against the rubbery glans, sucking him until he became too restless. Then I knew it was time to stop. I didn't want him to blow. The men who had come into my mouth or Terry's or Amy's mouth, had lost that sexual elation all of a sudden. They usually didn't want to play anymore, were inclined to put their clothes back on and to be serious. I didn't want that to happen to my father, not just yet
The way he reclined on the couch was perfect for my intentions. I stood up and. straddled his hips. He was watching me with a mixture of emotions, yearning and apprehension, but I knew he wouldn't resist my final advance. Slowly, carefully, I lowered my ass over his erect cock, and I reached down to hold the magnificent member in place so it would make contact with precisely that spot at the lower half of my pussy that would yield to it and swallow it whole. I couldn't breathe or think, I was just acting on instinct, but it worked! I felt the thick knob push into my cunt I felt the lips fold in hair and all to go with the intruding prick, but when I rose and fell once more the fluid of my pussy had been smeared over his knob and that made it easier for him to get past the labia. Ah, yes, that was the way, once more, a few more curtsies and he would be right inside. I had my fingers crossed. If something happened to interrupt this fuck I wouldn't be responsible for my actions. Amy was well advised to get heavdy involved with her shopping!
The juice had made his cock slippery and it rode past my labia and deep into my cunt, but only half of him was inside when I took away my guiding hand. The rest would come by itself, I figured. Daddy had his eyes closed and he rested his hands on my hips,' squeezing the soft flesh there absently. His hips thrust up weakly because he was in a bad position to do much of anything. That was the way I wanted it. With determined motions of my ass I worked my cunt right down and around his dick, and when every last inch had been stuffed into my body I let out a wild cry of delight that echoed through the room and then I wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck-only Daddy grabbed hold of me very tightly and made me sit perfectly still for a minute. His teeth were clenched and he was breathing with difficulty. "Just wait," he hissed. "Don't make me come just yet."
Perish the thought! I waited until his face relaxed again and then, billing and cooing, working my ass just right, I began to fuck him so as to make him fuck me. Daddy took that as long as he could but I could see his passions were rising fast. Just as I thought he was about to make me sit still again he seized me by both arms and threw me down on the couch without taking his cock out of me. I was completely taken by surprise and when he hunched over me to start fucking in earnest I felt a delicious, cold fear crawl through my bones, the menace women feel when physically stronger men take charge of their fives for a period. I was his now, there was nothing between us, his cock was pounding into my pussy and his pubic bone bounced against mine until my clitoris felt pulped and burned with lust-filled ecstasy. I heard my screams and moans, I felt my body tremble and climax, but I was outside it all, floating about in euphoria and watching as my father fucked his daughter.
He was like a bull, a ram, a brute, fucking me through the couch and into a storm of climaxes that had me tossing and turning blindly, and when I finally came out of the other side of it he was still laboring on top of me but I couldn't come anymore. Everything was warm and tranquil. With a detached sensibility I constricted my cuntal muscles and made him blow every drop of semen out of his body and into me. I felt the bursts of cream splash against my innards, felt him filling me up and the squelches of cream bubbles as his cock pumped air into me with it. He was sweating profusely and I was covered with his sweat. His teeth had sunk deep into the flesh of my neck but the pain was merely a glowing pinpoint in a field of bliss. And in the long silence that followed our lovemaking I began to gather my thoughts into some land of order.
It had been wonderful, better than anything I had dared hope for. But couldn't another man do the same for me? The novelty of sleeping with my father had doubtless accounted for some of the pleasure but a skilled lover could produce as much, if perhaps with more effort And had the quality of my pleasure been so different from that which Terry had produced in me? What about the dildos, were they inferior by comparison? I wasn't ad that sure.
Of course I gave my father the benefit of the doubt but I reached no conclusions.
Daddy got off me and found a towel with which to wipe himself down. A rivulet of sperm trickled out of my cunt onto the couch and when he saw that he quickly stuffed the towel down there. He looked very sober to me somehow. I decided it would be as well to get dressed without any further ado. He wasn't in the mood to play, that was for sure. And when we were both dressed and he had fixed us a drink each, he began to explain himself: That was great," he said hesitantly, "and I really enjoyed it but.. . well, you can't go back, memories put themselves out of reach by embellishing themselves, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have forced myself on you. I'm going to forget that movie machine, I'm not going to ask you what you do them for or how else you make pocket money or how you can afford to live in this apartment. I just want us to be friends. So come visit me and your mother often, all right? We won't come here. Will you visit?"
"Every weekend, Daddy," I said, kissing him fondly. "I'm glad this has happened but I understand what you mean."
That's good, that's good." He finished his drink, adjusted his clothes and hair, and kissed me paternally. "Well, I must be going. See you soon then."
Mechanically I tidied up the apartment and washed up. Everything was in order now. Amy and I would continue in this business, doing everything with everyone for profit and pleasure. Whether she felt the same way I did didn't matter to me. All I knew was that I could hardly wait to get laid again; and the cash afterward would be like an additional orgasm! "Yes sir," I said to no one in particular, "I'm going to be the best whore the world has ever seen!"