"You mean, your sister wants a good fucking, too?" Matt Dodson asked.
"You don't have to be so crude," Lauren Lohman answered dryly. "She's out in the car. You want her to come in?"
At first this arrangement had been a terrific idea. She had seen it used once in a college play. Girl meets sexy man; they agree to meet at a certain place on a certain date for a day or two of furious fucking; then everybody goes home. And both re-main anonymous, using false names; just two married people getting it on the side. But she had never dreamed the guy would be so old. But Matt didn't look fifty-eight, no way! She was now twenty-four. Ridiculous!
But in that little bar at Huntington Beach she'd been so attracted to him that she had made the decision, the first pass. Both wore wedding bands, both knew it would be just a fun date. Armed with two martinis, she had let herself be talked into going with him to a motel.
There she had learned what a real man could do for her. She had received a short course in sexual pleasure so fantastically wonderful she'd had trouble believing it. He had climaxed her more than twenty times, and with her thirty-eight-year-old husband Jed she'd been lucky to make it twice before he blew his semen in her.
She had walked around in a daze for days. She had haunted the lounge until he finally showed up again. And after another whole afternoon of al-most steady sex they had made the pact. They would meet once a month.
This had been going on for more than a year now. They met in a small cottage he apparently owned down near Laguna Beach. It was off the highway, in a grove of scrub pines, hidden from the traffic. Two bedrooms, two johns, fairly modern. It appeared he brought his wife here now and then.
"Sure, have her come in," he said, frowning. "But she could blow this whole thing."
"Janni and I have always been very close, Matt. I mean, no secrets of any kind. She won't give it away, honest! You think I'd screw up a wonderful thing like this?"
He grinned, sliding his arms around her waist, and her clit was already stinging. They'd have a whole weekend. He squeezed her ass, cuddled by tight Levi pants. She arched her bra-less tits at his chest, and a sweet hot shudder passed through her whole body. What an animal he was!
"You know you can handle two girls, honey," she breathed. "I told Janni all about you. She goes for sophisticated men, too--and she's prettier than me."
"Impossible," he murmured into her thick blonde hair. His mouth took hers, his right hand went to her boobs, and he gave her the kind of kiss she craved. Lots of tongue and tittie play. He al-ways pressed her boobs or her ass or her pussy when their mouths met--unless they were in public. He was, above all, a gentleman. Finally, their lips came unfastened.
"And don't get the wrong idea about Janni and me--we're not lezzies. Incest is out."
"Did I say a word?" he grinned, opening her shirt and toying expertly with her naked tits.
"Noooo. God, that's wonderful!"
He drew back. "Well, bring her in here and lay the ground rules. You're excited about this, aren't you?"
"Yes!" she sighed, shivering. "You see, when she and I were real young we said we would both marry the same guy. We were always getting crushes on the same kid. We were always close. When guys took us out, we told each other everything."
"So you married and it didn't turn out well," he said.
"You should know, honey," she answered. "He still doesn't know shit about sex, and we even have a good business and--"
He put a finger to her lips. "I don't want to know about that. Is Janni married, too?"
"No, she's single. She takes modeling at UCLA. Wait'll you see her, stud!"
"You know what fresh young pussy does to me," he chuckled, back on her titties again. Her nipples were already stiff, her panties were juicy. On several previous dates he had rushed her into the nearest bedroom and stripped her clothes off before they had hardly said 'hello'
Times like that, when he snugged that big thick cock into her eager, wet cunt, she went off almost instantly. He said it was only a niner, but she knew damn well he had at least ten inches. It was as thick as her wrist. But the real secret Of his huge success was that he could fuck for just hours and not go off.
He said he had learned how to satisfy a woman somewhere in the Orient. There was even a name for the art, but she could care less about that. His hands and mouth were sheer magic; he seemed to know every tender zone on and in a girl's body.
"I guess I can wait a while," she giggled, moving away to the cottage door. She put her hand out and waved to Janni. Her sister came leggily out of her car, wiggled up the trail, smiling, her cute titties swaying inside her shirt. She was a virgin--very unusual for a foldout-pretty blonde with those long, long model's legs. Let Matt find out for him-self!
Janni came breezily inside. She looked at Matt, and the expression on her beautiful face was exactly what Lauren had expected--they always went for the same man.
"Well, Matt, you are something!" Janni said, her eyes flicking to his basket. "Lauren's told me so much, it's like I already know you."
"Good," he smiled. "I'm very lucky. Your sexy sister said you had it, and you do."
"Wow, isn't this something, honey," she giggled, looking at Lauren. "It's finally going to happen!"
Lauren laughed. "Yes, and I can hardly wait."
"Well, why don't you two find a bed and get a little, huh?" Janni giggled. "I can tell you're ready, Sis."
Lauren shuddered. God! We've talked a hundred times about sharing a real man. We watch each other masturbate, we've done that for years, having our fun together without touching. But this is gonna be SOMETHING ELSE!
She and her sister had another purpose in being here together--they were determined to find out who he was. Such a distinguished-looking man, with his sophisticated manners, had to be a wheel of some sort. Was he really married, or was that ring just a sham?
And their ultimate purpose was simple: one sister would marry him, the other would live in the same house. This once-a-month stuff was driving Lauren crazy. She wanted him all the time. She was ready to divorce Jed instantly.
True, they had a nice going business, a drug-store. Jed was a druggist, quite successful, but he was a washout in bed. Just how bad he was had not struck home until her first illuminating date with Matt. She simply hadn't lived before.
Matt had put color and verve in her life. She became much happier and more vibrant, and of course Janni, who had an apartment not far from the Lohman home in Anaheim, had seen the change in Lauren instantly. And since they shared everything, they had shared the secret.
"Do you want to watch us, honey?" Lauren asked her sister.
"I'd love to!" Janni bubbled. "That would re-ally turn me on."
"You fox!" Lauren giggled, trembling. "Is it okay with you, Matt?"
"Are you kidding?" Matt grinned. "Let's go."
Janni felt a weakness in her legs as she followed Lauren and Matt into the nearest bedroom. The girls hadn't even brought in their travel cases. Lauren was so hot her eyes were glazed, and her unbuttoned shirt revealed where his hands had been playing.
Matt had an enormous lump in his pants. Janni could hardly understand her emotions. Since she was eleven, guys had been trying to make it with her, and while some had been fun and a few had been handsome, not one had made her feel like this. And Matt was almost three times her age!
The girls' father had died young on a construction project, and their mother had remarried about the time the sisters struck out on their own. But this just couldn't be a 'father image' fascination. For her it was mostly what Lauren had said about him, and her sister had told her everything.
Janni was not going to the University this year; she just didn't have the money. So she was working in a big department store at Anaheim, and modeling on the side. She adored being with her sister as often as possible, but she hated Jed. He looked at her like a piece of meat. He was an asshole.
The sisters still got together for their 'finger fun,' usually at Janni's apartment. It had started when Janni was twelve, after Lauren had caught her playing with herself in the bathtub. From then on they had it 'together,' watching each other, trying to see who could come first.
One rigid rule was followed, however. They never touched each other in a sexual way. Watching was exciting enough. And talking dirty. Anybody who thought 'nice' girls didn't know all the erotic expressions, the fuck words, was up the wrong tree.
Inside the bedroom, Lauren and Matt began tossing clothes. Janni had never seen her sister undress so fast! It was a neat room, with a king-sized bed, connecting bath, and deep blue carpeting. Someone must have cleaned the place recently. As Lauren jerked back the covers, Janni noticed deep blue satin sheets and pillowcases. .
Matt had a remarkable build for a man his age. He was well-tanned, and his belly was flat. He had iron-gray hair on his head and around his outfit, and ohhh, what a cock! So cool about it all, too. Assured, smooth.
Lauren slid down on the bed, pushed a pillow beneath her pretty ass, angled her legs away out and writhed her hips. Her pussy was juiced and puffy, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl. Matt climbed on the bed, resting on his knees between her thighs, and started caressing her legs and ass.
It was almost like Janni was not even in the room. They were totally absorbed in their preparations, and since the sisters had seen each other naked hundreds of times, Lauren showed no embarrassment. Surely he had been with two girls before; women had been chasing him all his life.
"Get undressed, Sis," Lauren giggled. "You can't have any fun that way."
Janni shuddered, removed her shirt, unfastened her Levi fashion pants, and kicked off her heels. Matt had his play hand on Lauren's pussy, his middle finger inside, and her expression of rapt involvement as she molded her own tits shot darts of need through Janni's bod. Lauren had never looked so beautiful!
Matt's huge, dark, thick penis looked a foot long! It was almost scary. The foreskin was taut around the upper swell of his glans, and wetness glistened on it. He stroked his finger slowly in and out, in and out, and Lauren began to whimper, her flushed face twisting with lust.
When the girls masturbated, they never pushed anything inside their cunts. Even when they'd been virgins. That vaginal passage was 'cock country.' Besides, the clit was where it was at, and both had rather prominent 'little-girl pricks.'
Janni's titties were not as large as her sister's. They were more coned, and Lauren called them 'cute.' Janni was leggier, two inches taller, shoulders a bit wider, hips slightly narrower, all of which made her more popular for modeling. Lauren had modeled some, too, before marrying Jed. But he didn't want his young wife displaying herself in front of what he called "a bunch of lesbic old broads and their queer spouses."
Jed liked to sprinkle his conversation with long words, which were supposed to make him appear more 'educated.' But at college he had almost flunked English. The dumb prick. Lauren said his cock was barely five inches long. But he did know the drug business and merchandising.
"Ohh, Matt!" Lauren cried, her face contorting.
"Come, baby, come hard!" he urged, stroking his finger faster. Her hands squeezed her breasts very firmly. Her coral nipples stiffened, her pretty thighs trembled--and she had her goodies.
As often as Janni had watched her sister climax, this was a whole new dimension. She was coming harder. Her hips bucked ,her head tossed from side to side, and a fierce mewling sound came from her throat. His finger-plunges slowed, she softened, her legs dropped, and an expression of sheer de-light and satisfaction touched her sensitive features.
"Oh, God, that was beautiful, honey!" She breathed unevenly, staring up at him like he was Man personified.
"You're improving," he smiled.
"Devil!" she giggled cozily. "I come with everything I've got."
Janni dropped into a chair, her legs weak. She still wore her sheer black mini-bikini panties--nothing else. She was almost afraid to show her pussy; it was swollen and her panty crotch was sopped. Her nipples were as tumid as if she were starting into an orgasm! Her clit ached.
She hated to masturbate in front of them, and if she ran into the johnnie, they would know she was using her forgers. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. She could not remember when she had been so frantic for her good stuff.
"Get it over here, honey," Lauren giggled, looking fondly at Janni. "Extra pillows in the closet. He wants you to have your goodies."
Janni nodded, moving-in a kind of trance. She brought two fat pillows to the bed, crawled down at her sister's left, fit a pillow beneath her ass, finally remembering to skin out of her panties. As she swung her long legs apart, Matt assumed a pose between them--but he didn't touch her pussy right away.
He came forward, shoulders high, and kissed her on the mouth. She whined, drove her tongue up into his mouth and angled her legs back sharply. Her steaming cunt touched the underswell of his cock and, shaking with need, she wound her legs across his ass. He was going to fuck her! His chest brushed her nipples, he pumped his tongue swiftly into her mouth. She tried to find his cockhead with her pussy--and missed!
She had never cheated her boyfriends entirely. If they were smooth enough and good-looking enough, she let them fondle her titties, her legs; and if they were really hot, she jacked out the load, making sure it didn't splash on her crotch. She had her fun later at home.
With Matt there was no problem. Lauren had assured her he'd been sterilized years before. Now she was dying for his cock, and he was not even trying to put it in! But she was coming anyway, having her goodies with her pussy jiggling up against the root of his prick.
She squealed as the honeyed pangs of her orgasm raked her loins. Just as he mashed his weight down on her, his cock squeezed against her belly, her titties arched up to his chest. Panting and whimpering, she seized him around the neck while the searing juices poured from her clit.
"Ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, softening. The after-pangs were almost painful. She had waited so long for it!
He kissed her throat, rolling his chest at her tits. Her legs sagged to the bed, a luscious weakness touched her body, her senses. If only he would get his cock in her now!
"Very nice," he murmured.
"Why didn't you just go ahead and fuck me?" she breathed.
He laughed softly and rolled away from her. Lauren had already made room for him. His left hand cupped Janni's pussy, his right settled down on Lauren's.
"Honey," Lauren giggled, looking over at Janni, "sometimes he doesn't get it in me for hours. I told you."
"And I didn't believe it!" Janni laughed.
"Believe it," Lauren cooed, reaching over to caress his big, hard cock. "When you do get it, you'll flip clear out!"
That t his secret, Janni thought. Sis told me. I still have trouble with it. He wants to see how many times a girl can come. His pleasure is in pleasing THEM. It the most wonderful and unselfish thing I ever heard of.
"You've had two girls in bed before, haven't you?" Janni asked, snuggling up close.
"Sis, one thing we don't do is ask questions," Lauren said. "I'm sure he's seen about everything to do with sex. We're here to enjoy."
"Okay!" Janni giggled. Which one of us has fun next?"
"You," Lauren answered. "I should bring in the luggage and food" She slipped off the bed and wiggled into the bathroom. Matt turned to Janni, she reached for his cock, and his play-finger slid juicily into her cunt. He stopped, exploring her flesh.
"I'll be damned," he said.
"Surprise!" Janni exclaimed. "You get to tear it."
"In this day and age, incredible," he chuckled. Oh, he was pleased, his cock tensed. "Such a young, long-legged, sexy fox. This is going to be a special weekend."
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CHAPTER TWO
Lauren brought in the travel cases from Janni's Pinto, then went back out and headed for Matt's Camaro. A screen of brush hid part of his car from the cottage, but her heart thumped almost pain-fully. This was the first time she had attempted to break their trust, their pact. But she had to know. Her girlish curiosity was overwhelming her.
Bringing Janni along had provided the opportunity. He would know by now she still had her cherry, and surely he wouldn't be peeking out of the bedroom window. It was fully draped, but it did face the driveway.
Carefully she opened the right door of the Camaro, fumbled inside the glove compartment. A car rental agreement from Hertz. Nothing else. Damn it! She was sure his wallet, if she ever dared look inside it, would be equally anonymous. She closed the car door carefully, moved back to the Pinto and memorized the Camaro license number.
There would be a record of who had rented the rig, but his faked name was on the car agreement, too. He certainly had not used a credit card! Probably cash. She hurried back inside, removed her shirt and pants, and returned to the bedroom.
She trembled, staring at the bed. Matt had Janni spread out, he was nibbling her pussy, hands grip-ping her ass. Janni hardly looked over. She was glassy-eyed, her hands holding her pretty pear-shaped titties.
He had been the first person ever to eat Lauren. She had no idea how other men, or girls, did it--but God, he made it a trip to paradise! He sipped and teased, played and teased, until she almost lost her mind. He would inch her voluptuously toward her peak, and right before she hit it, he would back away, creating such heady thrills in her clit and loins that she would plead for a finish.
He had taught her things about her cunt she had never known herself. Her urethra, for one thing. The bladder opening was wonderfully tender, al-most as sensitive as her clit. Having both titillated at the same time was sweetly erotic.
Areas of her waist and back were erogenous. He had made her ass and inner thighs more responsive. And in one year her breasts had become larger, shapelier and twice as excitable. How he could play and kiss and suck them!
She had passed as much of this information as she could along to Janni without touching her. Their finger-fun 'trips' had become more stimulating and satisfying. Both had realized that another girl could perform most of these 'surface' thrills, and they had discussed lesbianism.
They, agreed that if they did try it, the girl would have to appeal strongly to them. They would have to trust her implicitly, and share the pleasures. The sisters often felt as though they were identical twins, still joined by an invisible umbilical cord. It was almost uncanny.
Janni had been propositioned several times; girls were extremely clever about it. Lauren had been asked only once--by a good-looking saleslady who traveled for a drug company. Janni said a lot of the coeds were fucking each other.
"Ohhh--ohhh!" Janni cried, her long legs shaking. 'Please, Matt!" Lauren shuddered, sliding out of the clothes she'd put on to bring in the luggage. . . .
This is almost torture! Janni thought hazily. I love it, love it--but I gotta come! I just never realized how good this could be! Lauren and I drag it out to make the fun last, but this is fantastic!
His finger was inside her cunt, teasing her urethra, a thing he had taught Lauren, which the sisters now used in their 'fun times' together. But when he did it while he gently lipped her flaming clitoris, the sensations were heavenly!
She was aware that her sister had returned to the bedroom, staring wide-eyed at the bed, her pussy still expanded, her breasts swollen, face flushed. She'd been considerate enough to let him have Janni alone for a while, but it was not really necessary. Both wanted to be in on it!
Janni was coming now! He had prolonged her thrills as long as possible, although she sensed that he would do it better when she'd had more experience. Yes, yes, she was gonna break her fun! Lordy, lordy--ohhhhhhh. . . .
Lauren had heard her sister cry out sharply while she'd been involved with her car search, but this one was going to be a real pussy twister! Janni's long legs went farther apart, her titties arched high, her face contorted, her hands pressed her cute boobs very tightly, and she uttered a harsh, shrill cry of erotic delight.
The vivid shakes of her body, her uphunches, the toss of her head on the pillow, said it all. Lauren had never seen her sister go off so dramatically, so thoroughly! The vision was always beautiful, but now it shook Lauren to the core of her being. She wanted to grab her cunt and join in!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" Janni whimpered, finishing her climax, quieting, the expression on her pretty face one of intense gratification. She shivered, her legs jerked a few more times, and she went limp.
Matt lifted his pussy-wet mouth from Janni's cunt, drew his finger out of it, and sat back on his heels, still between Janni's thighs. His tongue ran across his lips, a thing he always did after he ate Lauren. He loved the taste of cunt.
"I think maybe you need one now," he smiled, looking at Lauren. He ran his tongue out and grinned.
"Oh, do I!" Lauren breathed, almost leaping on the bed.
"How about some cock this time?" he said. "Already?" she giggled, her heart pounding. "You know how I adore that!"
She positioned herself swiftly, pillow beneath her ass, and he crawled over between her legs until his huge cock was just inches from her steaming, drip-ping, hungry cunt. She knew exactly what to do next.
Her right hand went to her clit, and she began to fondle gently around her little stiff girlie-cock. Still braced on hands and knees, he kissed her tingling nipples, drawing them far up in his mouth, letting them out again, one at a time, while she inched the thrills from her stinging cunt.
The first time he'd asked her to play with herself in front of him she had almost refused. She'd never heard of such a thing! What she and Janni did secretly was no man's business! But she had yielded, and what voluptuous rewards. . . .
Janni watched, fascinated. When Lauren had first told her about this, she had doubted it. Was he some kind of weirdo? Why should a girl masturbate when she could do that at home, all by her-self? She'd never admitted to any of her dates that she even touched herself.
Now she believed! Lauren was turning on real fast, her face was twisting already, her fingers moved faster around her clit, her hips arched upward, as if searching for his huge cockhead. And she was!
Suddenly she moaned, nodded her head, and Matt lifted his shoulders. He slanted above her, his swollen knob sliding into Lauren's cunt! She tick-led her clit a little more, her hand drew back, and his big dark prick drove all the way in.
"OHHHHH, OHHH--God!" Lauren shouted, her entire body jerking as she seemed to writhe on his prick like a worm stuck with a pin. The nuances of her orgasm seemed to last and last! He didn't stroke, he just kept his cock socked home.
Lauren was coming again! No climax could endure that many seconds. Another cry as she up-hunched, her fingers digging at his shoulders, her head flipping from side to side in a paroxysm of violent emotion. Slowly the passion ebbed, her legs dropped, he sank down on her, mashing her to the bed, kissing her throat. . . .
God! Lauren thought, mistily. I never had it so big and good! One right after the other! Having Janni here must have done it. My inner cunt moved, something happened way inside that never happened before! I think I'm about to find out what a total pelvic orgasm really is!
While the heavenly little after-twinges calmed her achy nerves, she remembered some of the things he'd told her on various weekend dates here. That she hadn't reached her full potential as a lover . . . that someday she would know a deeper kind of erotic response . . . that her cunt would spasm around his cock or finger.
She and Janni, when they talked it over later, simply didn't believe it. A climax was a climax, wasn't it? They'd been getting their goodies for years. After all, the clitoris was simply the feminine counterpart of the penis, and that was where .a man's sensations were, especially when he spurted.
They didn't even talk about Jed's quick five-minute fucks. All he cared about was unloading in Lauren's cunt as swiftly as possible, which he seemed to feel proved what a 'man' he was. Matt seemed to belong to a whole different species of male.
A few times he had admitted that he had learned much in the Orient, and stated that the average American male didn't know shit about pleasing a girl. That was the key to his charm. Giving instead of greedily taking.
Girls were built to be loved, fondled, stroked, flattered and thoroughly fucked. And how many really got it?
"Oh, Matt!" she breathed, still trembling inside, feeling cozy and wanted. "It was never like this!"
He kissed her and lifted up, drawing his dreamy big cock out of her drippy, puffy cunt. He sat back on his heels again, peeled his foreskin down over his glans. What a lovely huge wand of joy it was!
"I told you, Lauren. One of these times."
"I might as well say it. I've told Janni everything--and she didn't believe it, either."
Janni sat up, a towel against her pussy. "Lauren, honey, you mean you went off inside, real deep?"
"Ohhhh, and how!"
"Jeeeese!" Janni exclaimed. "If I had it any better than the last one I'd faint!"
"Give yourself time," Lauren laughed. "You're younger than me, and he's been working on me for a whole year."
"Just once a month, though," Matt grinned.
"Why the hell don't they teach this at college?" Janni asked. "I feel so stupid about sex."
"When you get his cock in you, you'll change your mind, honey," Lauren said.
"Well, when do I get it?" Janni asked, sinking back on the bed, the towel gone, her pussy tipped up.
He reached over and patted her cunt. "What about right now, Long Legs?"
"Oh, Lordy, yes!" she breathed, watching his fingers on her pussy. "I never really craved it until today!"
"You get on top," he grinned.
Lauren scooted over and he sank down on his back. Janni quickly climbed over him, as she had earlier, her cheeks deeply flushed, her blue eyes glowing excitedly.
"You want me to leave, honey?" Lauren asked her sister.
"No! We know we enjoy everything better when we're both in on it. When we're together, we both come better!"
Lauren shuddered, not so much with envy as with a growing fear that they had crossed the bridge of incest many years ago when they had started watching each other masturbate. Well, the only aftermath of sisterly incest would be emotional--they certainly couldn't get knocked up!
Maybe we should go the whole way! Lauren thought. Even Matt doesn't quite believe we are as close as we are, in every way except making out. . . .
Matt Dobson grinned, watching limber-assed young Janni straddle him, hungry for her first prick. He had really doubted Lauren's story that Janni had her cherry--but feeling was believing. The dainty membrane was there.
It was amusing the way Lauren had explained about herself and Janni--that they were not into incest, that they went only so far with their sisterly sex games. He didn't give a shit one way or an-other. They might just as well go ahead and enjoy physical contact. Stateside chicks were so damned juvenile.
He'd been born and raised in Hong Kong. His parents had been English. He had absorbed the Oriental outlook on fucking almost before he began jacking off. He spoke most of the southern Chinese dialects, and he knew French. His father had made millions in the export business, back when just one million was almost a fortune.
One of his father's good-looking maids had introduced him to sex at the age of eighteen. The maid's cunt was very snug around him. She had tempered his swift urge to go off by showing him how delicious it was to wait, to delay the male climax until she had her pleasure.
But he had not inherited his father's business acumen. He had dawdled and fucked his way through a huge inheritance, and while in college in the states, before all of his money was gone, he had found his career; fucking rich women for money and a life of leisure.
All his life women had looked at him and then looked again. He was a Tom Jones with a college education. Cunts leered at him and started getting the feminine equivalent of a hard-on. He picked only the choicest, naturally.
His current bankroll was Stella Fordham, an immensely wealthy widow who owned a big electronics firm in L.A. At forty-two she could still pass for thirty, and there was no problem in keeping her purring. She wanted prick only about twice a month, but mainly she wanted a handsome man she could show off to her rich-bitch friends and watch them squirm with envy.
Between cock fucks she humped her 'social secretary,' a beautiful leggy mulatto who could almost pass for white. Her bedroom in the Beverly Hills mansion was right next to Stella's.
Matt's bedroom was at the end of the hall, presumably so he would not hear Stella and Rona Hall having their goodies--because both of them made a lot of noise. He had listened in a few times. He had permission to fuck any of the hired help, including the girl who drove Stella's big Rolls-Royce limousine, but he didn't need that. Too much classy pussy available.
He got all he needed on the side, since he had not one fucking thing to do except escort Stella around, smile at the right time, talk intelligently at cocktail parties, and honk Stella every two weeks or so. He played golf, of course. All the wealthy assholes did.
She called him her husband, she even had a fake marriage license to "prove" it, but she still wanted to be called 'Miss' She had been in films years be-fore; that was where her late husband had spotted her. Besides all of his clothing, a new car every year, he had a terrific allowance, his own bank account. A real shitass of a gigolo.
Oddly, Stella still maintained a lively interest in her main business, although a manager made most of the decisions. Her invested wealth could have supported her in the style she had grown accustomed to, but she felt she should be 'doing some-thing.' She was no dummy.
Now and then he dropped by her office and took her to lunch, which pleased her mightily. He sent her flowers. He knew how to keep the skids greased. He always assured her that she was the best fucking in the world. She knew it was bullshit, but she adored hearing it anyway. Cunts!
Recently he had gone by the plant and office for an entirely different reason. A competitor in the electronics business had approached him, through an ex-model, with a nice deal. In exchange for certain plans the competitor knew Stella owned, for copies of certain blueprints, he would receive bundles of nice tax-free money.
He was entering the older phase of his life. Sooner or later he would not be able to get it up as often as was required to keep some old cunt happy. He had to think of his fading years, and that took funds.
Already he had established a savings account in a fake name, he was able to filch a lot out of his private account, and the large bonuses he would receive for industrial spying would fatten it consider-ably.
Tomorrow he was meeting his contact along a back road not far from this cottage, which was owned by a friend of his who used it for a fuck shack, and who let Matt use it the same way. The friend needed it only two or three times a month.
The friend was into fucking very young, under-aged pussy--and he had to be very careful. Matt knew better than to pick on any stuff under the age of eighteen; he usually liked them around Lauren's age. American broads, at least. In the Orient if they were big enough, they were old enough. No-body cared.
Lauren was refreshing. Not only pretty, friendly and appreciative, she was developing into a really fine piece of ass. Aside from masturbating, he had taught her almost everything she knew about the joys of sex. Frustrated young married girls were a dime a dozen, but not many were as sexy as Lauren. And Janni was even more so.
He had enjoyed sisters before, identical Chinese twins in Singapore, and a pair in Honolulu. They'd had no qualms about entertaining each other, it had been part of their acts. He had always liked to watch girls fuck, he had learned much from it. Lauren and Janni were already into incest; they were just shy about actually rubbing cunts.
American girls, and men, were so stupid about the most exciting thing in the world. When, fresh from Hong Kong, he had started college at USC, he hadn't been able to comprehend the strange sexual customs imposed on young men and women.
'Nice' girls didn't fuck until married, or at least engaged. But, of course, most of them did. Guys could get a little, if they were lucky. Things had changed greatly since he'd been to the university--but the ignorance seemed to have increased. Prick in, two or three minutes of humping, squirt, and it was all over. Guys might have to work for it for weeks! Girls were supposed to be 'in love' before giving it out. Whether they climaxed or not didn't seem to be very important. What assholes!
Here was a clean young pussy with all that nice equipment just begging to be used, and it was clear from all the breakups, legal and illegal, that some jerks were not using a fraction of that sweet body or exploring its infinite possibilities.
He would not be in the States at all except for one big incentive--wealthy cunts able to afford him. The U.S. of A: had loads of them. In Europe men controlled most of the heavy dough. They bought the pussy.
He looked up at Janni and reached for a Junior Miss tit.
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohh!" Janni breathed, feeling that enormous hot knob press between her labia. She had never been so expanded, turned on, hungry for, prick! For the first time in her life she was not in control of the situation, and she didn't want to be. She had come along with her sister to get fucked.
He had tantalized the hell out of her, just as she had teased her dates. Her inner pussy flesh was puffed out into a coral mouth, she was a bitch in heat, she had to feel his cock! She had never imagined she would ever be so sexually excited. What a lot of girls felt in their teens she was feeling now.
She pushed down, and his glans slid up between her legs! She didn't have her pelvis angled right. Horrible! Hunching at the base of his cock, her clit jiggling against his meat, was easy enough--at this she was an amateur.
Janni was too intent on her purpose to answer. Her nerves shouted for culmination, she was shivery and feverish! She tried again, with his help, and she had it! The big cockhead was stretching her flesh, oozing slickly up, up, up--and ohhhhh! A lance of pain made her wince. Her knees skidded on the satiny sheet, his prick plunged into her achy cunt!
Oh, Lordy, I've got it! she thought wildly. And it sure was overdue! I'm stuffed with cock. It feels like the knob is clear up between my boobs! I'll never be the same girl again. It still hurts a little, but how wonderful it is!
For long seconds she scarcely moved. She was pinned there on his monster of a prick, tingles spreading from her crotch all through her body, stiffening her nipples in his hands, erecting her clit. All she had read and dreamed about did not compare with the real thing!
"Isn't that fantastic?" Lauren whispered throatily. "Don't you just love it way up in your cunt?"
Ever since Lauren had suggested she go along on the once-a-month weekend, the sisters had talked about little else. They were used to discussing sex in frank terms, and both had figured that Matt would top Janni, not the other way around. Lauren had described the feel of his cock in such dramatic fashion, in such detail, they had indulged in their finger-fun thing just the night before.
"Heaven!" Janni gasped, adjusting her legs, trying her rust fuck thrust. Stings of delight swept her loins, she gasped with joy! He was up in her so far! She just hoped nothing would be ripped loose!
"Nice, tight pussy," Matt smiled, tweaking her tender nipples. "Double my pleasure, double my fun."
"Men!" Lauren exclaimed. "Always wanting a harem."
It was going about the way the sisters had planned, nothing heavy, no emotional involvement. When the novelty of things wore off for him, he'd call it quits. Men like him, even at his age, always had girls around. In droves.
"In the Orient a man has as many girls as he can afford," Matt grinned. "Go, Janni. Have your goodies."
She shuddered and started thrusting. It was so neat, having her freedom! Oh, that dreamy sliding, that hard shaft of cock muscle buried up in her virginal cunt. Moving her ass in coital fashion was the most natural thing in the world! She'd been such a silly fool, missing this until she was twenty-one. . . .
She sure isn't coming as fast as I do! Lauren thought, her own cunt flaming. I'd have had two or three already! But then, she hasn't had any previous experience. She gets off fast enough when we play our pussy and tittie game.
How pretty Janni was, perched there on his strong body, her beautiful ass pumping, her face all flushed and taut. She was not holding back. She was driving for her goodies, and her butt was moving faster, faster, almost like she was not quite ready . . . but suddenly she fucked real hard, her head jerked back, her long legs pulled in against his ribs, her mouth opened--and she went off!
Her cry filled the room, her body shuddered, she finished with swift little jerky hunches, gasping and gripping his arms while the after-fun took her completely. . . .
Ohhhh, coming was never like THIS! Janni thought hazily. My clit felt as big as a man's cock! It's still kind of pulsing and coming! I didn't go off as hard as Lauren, but I will, I will!
She fell forward, he held her tightly, her titties poked at his chest. Panting heavily, she seemed to be enveloped in maleness, surrounded by him, filled with him. His prick belonged up in her cunt! How could she not be emotional about him! She had treated her various boyfriends with such coolness it was a wonder they ever called her again.
Now the shoe was on the other foot! A man had got into her, and she would never be the same again. She didn't want her sister having any of this! And that was just awful, because they were so close, everything open and above board. .
Matt cupped her ripe, rounded ass cheeks and felt the last tremors of her after-fun. About what he had expected. Cunt just as snug as Lauren's, but no interior action at all. Like most stateside girls, she had played with her pecker so long she was what he called clit-fixed. More so than Lauren.
Sure, his prick up in there made it better for her--he figured this was the most exciting climax of her life, he had prepared her well for it--but it would take a long time, perhaps even years, to turn her into a piece of ass as fine as her sister.
But he had plucked her cherry, torn her pussy rose. Now she could enjoy a hell of a lot more than she had before. And he was not surprised when she whispered in his ear, "Ohh, Matt! I wish we were alone."
He squeezed her butt and eased her off at his left, his prick emerging from her puffy cunt. None of that shit. She thought she was 'in love' with him. He'd run into this scores of times. Because a girl was pretty, leggy, young and sexy-looking she thought her pussy was out of this world. Wrong!
Nearly all American women were the victims of a massive 'prettiness' syndrome, promoted by Madison Avenue and the mass media, which sold billions of bucks, worth of cosmetics and thou-sands of items to make them look sexier. And younger.
One of the best fucks of his life had come from a middle-aged half Negro and half Chinese woman in Tahiti. Rather plump and great, childlike in her generosity. She'd mastered the art of clamping her cunt, tightening in voluptuous cadence, relaxing, almost caressing the prick with her box.
He had lived with her a month, and had finally pulled out because he was coming too hard and too often. She thought nothing of getting her jollies thirty or forty times during one fuck session. She thrived on it. She had never seen TV or read American 'beauty' magazines. A real beauty.
Well, when in L.A. do what Californians do.
He'd had enough sliding pussy for a while, and he started something he was certain the sisters had been secretly craving for many years. Resting on his ass between them, a cunt in each hand, he said, "I sure like to watch two girls fuck."
"You do?" Lauren laughed, spreading her silky thighs. "Janni and I just don't do that. I told you--"
"You watch each other get off," he said slyly. "What's the difference?"
"That'd be--dirty!" Janni exclaimed.
He sighed. In many ways they were so juvenile. But, then, how did one combat the lingering influences of two hundred years of Puritanism?
"Well, in that case I think I'll go for a walk," he said.
"Don't you want to come in one of us?" Janni asked, lifting her pussy against his fingers.
"Sure, later," he chuckled. "I won't be gone long. Maybe you two could fix some lunch."
"You are something!" Janni said, not all too pleased.
Fuck her. He had an appointment to meet his contact, and he was not going to miss that, cunt or no cunt. . . .
"Imagine him asking us to perform for him!" Janni said, watching Lauren prepare lunch in the kitchen.
"Oh, cool your pussy, Sis," Lauren smiled. "You have to admit, we've thought about it."
"Yes, but Jeeeeese!" Janni protested. "I was a virgin, and he didn't seem excited at all."
"He's probably had dozens of them, honey," Lauren giggled. "Don't knock it. We're here for fun, so relax and enjoy."
Janni dressed in a sheer short black nightie like her sister's, watched Lauren's well-contoured tits as she moved about the kitchen. All three had showered, Matt had left, and now the girls were waiting for his return.
"Does he always go away alone, when you're here with him?" Janni asked.
"Yes. I asked to go along once and he nixed it."
"I noticed he walked uphill, toward those trees," Janni said. "I bet he meets somebody there!"
Lauren stopped in mid-movement. She had not really considered that. He always said he just needed exercise, a rest from sex, and.. . She was still determined to find out who he was.
"Maybe one of us ought to follow him," Lauren said.
"I'll slip up there," Janni exclaimed.
"Well, be careful, honey."
"Maybe he'll give me some cock in the bushes!" Janni giggled. She turned and wiggled toward the guest bedroom.
Matt Dobson waited at the appointed meeting place, a dip in the ground, surrounded by brush. Traffic whirred below on a freeway. The guy al-ways came from a turnout down the hill, on a side road, the one he used to reach the cottage.
He fingered the envelope in his jacket pocket. It contained microfilm he had taken with his Minox. He knew about cameras. He had once lived with a photo nut who had a darkroom in her mansion as large as any commercial setup. Good fucking, too. In her middle forties, tall and limber-asked. She had found a younger live-in; he had moved in with another widow he had been humping on the side. Win a few, lose a few. In his younger years he al-ways had a new one waiting in the wings, as it were.
He heard twigs snap, and turned. A broad moved into the grassy pocket. What the fuck was this? She smiled and came closer. Very fine stuff, dressed in Levis, a shirt, sneakers. She was dark, her hair cut short, close around her face. She appeared athletic, a good set poked at the shirt, fairly long legs, excellent ass, about twenty-five or so.
"I'm your new contact, Hillman," she said. "You have the stuff?"
"I can get it," he said cautiously. "Who the hell are you?"
"Linda. The code is Santa Anita. Right?"
He relaxed, recalling that his usual contact had said he might someday send a replacement, that he might get tied up. She must be genuine.
"Yeah, the stuff is here." He drew out the envelope. She peeked inside it. then reached in her large handbag and passed over a thick brown envelope. He looked inside. Twenty grand was the figure, he'd never been shorted. It looked right.
"You're some stud," she smiled, gazing at his basket. "I wish I could afford you."
"Give me your apartment address and phone number," he grinned. "There wouldn't be a fee, for you."
She smiled, reached in her handbag and drew out a card. He took it, their hands touched. He tickled her palm and she giggled.
"You must be good, all the millions that Stella Fordham has. What do you charge for, say, a whole weekend?"
"It would range from five to twenty, depending on how good she was, and a few other things."
"Jesus," she breathed. "Look, I gotta split--"
"Like to hold my cock before you leave?" he grinned.
She blushed. "I'd better not, have to go back to work."
"Ah, come on," he encouraged her. "It won't cost a thing." He unzipped his pants, hauled out his half-hard prick. She stared at it, bit her lip, turned and almost ran from the scene. He grinned. Ten to one she'd box her cunt before she returned to her job.
Linda Field sat behind the wheel of her Olds Cutlass, cheeks still burning. She didn't trust her-self to drive just yet. Her hands trembled, her clit ached. No man had ever stirred her so swiftly. He was twice her age, at least! But his animal appeal had been like an invisible hand on her cunt and breasts. His cock was beautifully large and thick, but that wasn't really all of it. God!
He was like a prize stallion made for one thing--breeding. Too much! Her right hand dropped to her crotch. She could feel juices along her crevice, wetting her panties. The side road where she was parked, at the turn-in, was relatively quiet. She had seen only two cars since she'd arrived, ten minutes early.
Actually, she had the rest of the day off. Purdy figured he owed her that much for substituting. She knew why he couldn't make it today. He was fucking a young widow over in Claremont. She knew the stud's real name wasn't Hillman.
Maybe he would have fucked me right up in the bushes! she thought. I was ready! He knew it. I haven't been this turned on in years!
She hugged her cunt, started the motor and drove away. It seemed hours before she reached her apartment in Santa Ana. She was still warm and tingly as she rushed inside, locked the door and ran to her bedroom, tossing clothes every which way. She flopped down on her bed, thighs sprawled apart.
Usually she had to fool around with herself at least half an hour before she got her goodies--but not today! The heel of her hand on her clit zone, she began rubbing it. Ohhh, wow! She bucked her hips, left hand stroking her swollen, dark-crested tits. She imagined him kissing her, fondling her pussy, her right hand gripping his cock. Uhhhhh! Number one was arriving! Yes, yes--ohhhh, damn! No thought of dragging it out this time, she had to finish!
She squealed as the hard, luscious pulses erected her clit and ripped through her loins. Even with her last boyfriend she had not climaxed this good! She moaned and whined and finished with quick little up-thrusts. What sweet sensations of exquisite relief. Ohhh, beautiful!
Linda never kept her boyfriends very long. She soon tired of what she was sure was their ineptness in the bedroom. She had decided early on to be a career girl, so she'd had herself sterilized at twenty. She had class, looks enough to attract good-looking men--but somehow they were all too much alike.
Maybe she was picking them too young. The thought of dating a man as old as Hillman had seemed almost obscene--before today. She demanded plenty of foreplay, and then the sex part lasted only a few moments. Often she didn't climax with a guy until the third date.
Maybe the trouble was that she had matured sexually rather late. She'd been into sports in high school and college, and she hadn't lost her cherry until she was nineteen. And her nature made her a loner. She didn't get along well with other girls. They were so damned silly.
She sighed, resting after her orgasm. Would he ever call? Had he just been pulling her tittie? Oh-oh, number two coming up! She knew she would have to have four or five, at least. . . .
* * *
CHAPTER FOUR
"And then he showed this girl his cock!" Janni exclaimed.
"Didn't he-fuck her?" Lauren asked, stunned.
"No, she turned and ran," Janni said. "The whole thing was kind of weird. He gave her an envelope, and she handed him one. I sure wish I could have heard what they said."
"Well, keep it, here he comes," Lauren said, glancing out of a kitchen window. "I hope he didn't see you."
Janni winked. She had put on her tight pants for her venture up the hill, and she moved quickly out of sight. Matt came in, grinning as he looked at Lauren in her thin black nightie. He strode up close, gripped her waist with his left hand, squeezed a tittie with his right and swooped his mouth down on her lips. His tongue stroked in deep.
Oh, the magic was there instantly. He'd been gone about half an hour, but she was still turned on, her cunt moist, her clit rising already. The talk with Janni earlier, about what was incest and what wasn't, could be explored later. When his hands and mouth were on her, she was like jelly--a bitch ready to fuck.
But what had he given the girl, the attractive brunette? Janni had said she was tall, well-built and sexy. The news just increased the mystery surrounding him; she had to know! Not that it would do her much good. She'd go back to Jed and his dull way of living, spread out for him when he wanted to dump a load in her cunt.
Janni pranced into the kitchen, wearing her black sheer nightie and heels, parading around so Matt could see her. His mouth lifted from Lauren's lips. He watched Janni's leggy undulations. Lauren felt a twinge of jealousy. No good, that would spoil everything!
"I think you girls need more cock," he smiled. He stepped back and began taking off his clothes, Lauren helping him. Janni laughed and wiggled her ass, spreading her long thighs. As his briefs came down, revealing his outfit, Lauren shuddered. Oh, was she ready!
In the play room he had the. sisters bend over, facing the vanity mirror, and he started his pussy play from behind them. The vanity itself was sturdy, as Lauren well knew from previous weekends here. When he stroked his prick in, he hit hard!
"Tip it up higher, Janni," he smiled, fondling her cunt.
"Like this, honey!" Lauren breathed, feeling his left hand on her cunt. Janni observed, giggled, and angled her cute ass upward, legs apart.
As his finger went juicily into Lauren's cunt, she whined her pleasure. Janni uttered a. little gasp of joy. The mirror gave both girls a view of him, naked, smiling, his huge cock high and hard, wet on the glans. God! How he could play with an eager pussy. Already she was shivering with sweet anticipation, the thrills sweeping up her legs, along her body and up to her tits, still cuddled inside the nightie top.
"Ohhhh, neat!" Janni giggled, tipping her ass out farther. "It's almost as good as prick!"
Lauren couldn't talk, she was too engrossed in feeling. He was drawing her slowly, tantalizingly, toward a climax. If only she could have one of those heavenly deep-in orgasms again! Now, if he'd just ram his cock in. . . .
Matt eased his knob between Lauren's expanded labia, taking his free hand from Janni's cunt. He held the older sister's hips and carefully drove his cock into the palpitating flesh. Yeahhhh! Take away all the horseshit a man had to put up with to get his prick in a classy cunt, this was what she wanted just as badly as he did.
Very few would admit it, though. In the States especially. She was generally granting him a great 'favor,' when nine times out of ten she expected some 'favor' for it. But he supposed he had such a low opinion of cunts because he fucked only the ones who ran after him. He turned the tables on them, he made them pay for it.
Lauren and Janni served a purpose, too--without having to fork over cash. He had locked the money in the trunk of his rented car. Maybe sometime he would call Linda and show her what a real man could do for her.
Lauren's shivers, her expression of thrall reflected in the mirror, a faint clutch of her inner cunt, told their intimate story--she was ready to come off. He hunched in fast and tensed his cock. She moaned and whimpered, wanting more, so he fed her one more buck jab. Bingo. Her cunt tightened better than ever in swift, sweet rhythm. She squealed.
Oh, how she comes on his prick! Janni thought, shaking with envy. But he's so casual about it all. I almost hate him! He slid his prick in Lauren be-cause she's better fucking. He ate me and got my cherry. And I'm in the back seat.
She was younger, prettier and leggier than Lauren, he had fucked Lauren dozens of times, and still he preferred older sister. This was the stiffest blow to her ego she had ever suffered. But she didn't move. She waited for Lauren to finish her fun on his huge prick, and watched that swollen shaft emerge from Lauren's cunt. Janni had never seen it like this, labia twice their usual size, red inner flesh pushing out past the outer slit, and there was a redness across her tits and belly, like a rash. What a turn-on!
"Now let's see how this pussy feels," he grinned, moving over behind Janni. Her own cunt was puffed, but not like her sister's. She'd had more practice!
"Ohhh, get it in me!" Janni breathed.
"Hang on, Legs," he muttered, slowly penetrating her cunt. The spread of her flesh around his cock, the honeyed, slick, burning sensation, the feel of it rammed way up in there--she could think of nothing now except enjoying it!
Slowly he began to stroke. She had done it be-fore, on top, but this was his show.
Hunch, hunch, hunch--pause. Out slowly, back in fast. Beautiful! Oh, maybe he did like her pussy better, after all! His hands on her hips held her firmly. He was pouring the prick to her, and his expression, via the mirror, showed he was having his kicks. He'd said her cunt was nice and snug!
No matter how dreamy it was, she felt the same thing Lauren had experienced, and which she had related to Janni. She was simply an object for his personal diversion; he didn't really care about either of them. He was a love machine, he was as practiced in it as a champion athlete in his chosen event. Over a period of around forty years or more he had perfected it.
And she wondered why she and Lauren hadn't thought of it before--a professional, a gigolo. Some very wealthy women paid him fees for his stud services. They were getting it free because they were, after all, class pussy. Young pussy. Lauren had even brought him a virgin!
Lauren wanted to know who he was, but now Janni was not so sure she did. Her choice would be a man around thirty-five, who would surely know how to trip her trigger, and be successful in business or a profession. She was going to get out and sample a few guys--at least Matt had broken the ice. A few twitches of her pretty ass, a few come-on glances, and she had almost any stud drooling.
Oh, she was starting to go off! His strokes quickened, his face twisting, and suddenly she realized he was going to come in her! He wasn't there yet, but she couldn't wait! A heavenly series of pulsating twinges shot up her legs to her cunt, her hips pushed back and up, and her pussy mouth tightened in exquisite rhythm! She cried out sharply.
Ohhh, her clit was coming, but so was her cuuuunt! Lordy!
"Uhhhh!" he groaned, driving deep and fast. "Uhhhh--fuuuuck! It's gettin' offffff!"
She'd felt a prick throb in her hand, but having it spasm inside her was something else! Her flesh answered, she was sure she could feel the spurt of his semen! His heavy, goaty thrusts in her cunt filled a slutty need to be gored, impaled and fucked. At last she was having her goodies around a coming prick. . . .
Lauren shuddered, feeling envy and almost jealousy. Sure, he wanted to drop a load in the new, young pussy! He'd be a fool not to, after picking her cherry. Something went out of her feeling for Matt, though. She had thought she was special, but he was fucking Janni just as enthusiastically as he had fucked her at first.
Maybe on the way back to the cottage he had run into Janni and they had set up a date, excluding older sister; maybe the story about his meeting another girl was pure hokum; maybe he had fucked Janni up there in the trees; maybe she could no longer trust her own sister!
Anyway, he wouldn't be much good for a while. After a man his age got his nuts busted he had to rest a spell, or even take a nap. Then she would have it out with Janni.
* * *
Stella Fordham leaned back in her home office chair, dropped the detective's report on her desk and frowned. That sonofabitch of a gigolo was not content to live in luxury and have more freedom than most paid lovers enjoyed--he was stealing some of her most valued circuitry designs and selling them to Western Computers, Fordham Electric's very serious competitor.
She'd made a mistake in keeping copies of new designs, developed at great cost, at home in her office safe, and somehow Matt had learned the combination. She knew he was familiar with photography; she had even built a big darkroom for him, with the most expensive and elaborate equipment, plus a small fortune in cameras.
The detective had not yet learned where Matt was stashing his loot, but that would come out, too. That dirty bastard! He had to be taught a lesson--without impairing his abilities to fire her cannon twice a month or so, when she got really horny for cock.
No one had ever given her as much wild sensual pleasure as Matt; he was simply one in a million. She even provided him with some in-house pussy! Rona Hall was a jewel, the best lez fucking Stella had ever encountered, and she liked Matt. He could have some of that as often as he wanted it. But like all virile studs, he had to have variety, something new, young and fresh.
The report on Lauren Lohman was interesting, and this weekend she had brought along her younger sister to the cottage, and of course Matt would do a good job on them. He never picked dogs; he could attract the very best stuff.
She was probably crazy for involving herself in business at all. She certainly didn't need the money. But she liked to keep busy, and as much as she loved sex, nobody could fuck all the time. Travel didn't interest her as it once had. At forty-two she still had her figure, her looks, and she used every natural method available to stay young and sexy.
Her stepfather had cured her of ever considering men as persons to trust and love. That old fucker had caught her masturbating at the age of twelve and, by threatening to tell her very strict mother about it, he had forced Stella into a strange kind of sex with him.
He had never fucked her, but he had used her body to excite himself, and after eating her and slobbering around on her, he had her finish him by sucking his prick, taking the semen up in her mouth. God, how she had hated that monster!
So, during college and later as a showgirl and model, she had turned to girls, and she had been enjoying pussy ever since. Only two men had ever got a cock in her--her late and very rich husband, and Matt. Somehow he symbolized what her life could have been.
But he was basically shallow and spineless, an ideal paid lover. He hardly ever drank--he was a kind of health nut like herself. He always told her that good sex required a strong, well-kept body. He was socially smooth, and expert at teasing some of Stella's women friends, letting them know that she was superior in bed. He was great ego-fodder Stella knew some of her closest women friends had tried to take him away from her, everything being equal in sex and war. And he had never played any of them. He liked the young stuff, naturally. He had lots of freedom to find it. No, she wouldn't really hurt him, but he had to be taught that stealing from her was a no-no.
Suddenly she smiled. She had the perfect solution! She felt so good about her idea she decided to celebrate with a little Saturday afternoon fucking, She hugged her cunt mound, left her downstairs office, climbed the curved stairway, walked along the hall and tapped on Rona Hall's bedroom door.
"Come in!" Rona said brightly.
Stella entered, smiling, and locked the door be-hind her. She wore shorts and halter, she'd been outside earlier, checking up on what the Japanese gardener and his crew had been doing to her favorite flower gardens.
Rona looked up from the vanity, where she sat in a bright red negligee. What a bod! What a pair of high, hard tits! She had been featured in a foldout in Players not long before--she was sex personified. She was almost as tall as Stella, who was six feet in heels, and her beautiful legs were 'a mile' long.
Rona was twenty-five. She had a degree in teaching from UCLA and was smart as a whip--but she certainly couldn't make the kind of money Stella paid her out there in the jungle of Los Angeles. She did not want to be in show biz. She called herself half and half in the sex department, although Stella believed her social secretary really preferred cock to pussy.
Nevertheless, she was exciting as hell. No girl had ever banged Stella as hard as Rona could. A delight to the eyes and the senses. Eventually she hoped to marry some very rich whitey. Right now her bod belonged to Stella.
* * *
Matt stroked in Janni's cunt until he was satisfied, and drew his shrinking cock from her puffed-out, drippy box. As usual after he went off, pussy never looked quite as appealing as before, and a streak of meanness came out in him, if he let it. Lauren, spread out on the bed now, watched as he turned from Janni and wiped his cock with a towel.
"Was it' fun, stud?" Lauren cooed, her thighs wide apart, her swollen cunt there for him when he wanted it.
"Yeah," he said. He dropped into a chair as Janni lifted her tits from the vanity top, and wobbled to the bed. She flopped down beside her sister, acting pooped. Anyway, he had stopped her silly giggling.
"Jeeeese, that was goooood!" she said. Lauren handed her a towel and she wiped her cunt, looking at the streaks of his jism. "Sure is a lot of it!"
"Does it still itch?" he asked, grinning.
"Well, sure--sort of. But you look out of it."
"Crawl over and work off the itch on your sister," he suggested. "She wants more fucking."
"Now; Matt--I told you!" Lauren protested.
"Ah, shit. Do it.!
Janni sat up, staring down at older sister. "Honey, we could at least try it!"
"You watch each other get off on your fingers, so what's the big deal?" he chuckled.
Janni laughed, tossed the towel on the floor and crawled over between Lauren's thighs. "He's right, you know. We're just kidding ourselves. I want to screw you."
"You fox!" Lauren breathed, but she didn't push her sister away. "You'd do anything he asked!"
Lauren knew it was more than pleasing him, and as her tender cunt met that of her pretty sister, it was like it had been preordained, that both were waiting for an excuse to make it happen! Nothing had ever been like it, the sweet cloying press of girl flesh on girl flesh.
"Yessss!" Lauren whispered, arching her cunt upward. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me gOOOOd!"
All their years of togetherness, sharing secrets and hiding nothing, were telescoped into this glorious moment of total living. They'd been kidding themselves for too long! Matt had brought it all into vivid focus.
Janni's slow, sensuous strokes, knifing thrills all through Lauren's body, were creating the same emotions in Janni--in a way that maybe no man could ever understand. The prick wasn't pumping in either pussy, but it was more than that; it was the most wonderful sharing they had ever experienced.
They were going to come together, their clits would throb at the same luscious instant, and both knew it. No more words were needed, it was simply too lovely. They were involved in their mutual delight, and their lives would never be the same again. Oh, they could have this any time they craved it. . . .
Matt smiled, feeling his cock start to harden. Nothing stirred him like watching two sex-hungry cunts going for the goodies. At various times in his travels he had seen all kinds of lesbian combinations--sisters, cousins, friends, as well as mothers and daughters. If it was fun, why the hell not?
Oriental and island women did not believe in being sexually frustrated; there were too many pleas-ant ways to relieve the tension, and what was wrong and right in the East was not necessarily wrong and right in the West.
"Ohhh!" the girls gasped, almost in unison. Janni's ass whipped faster. He could hear the sticky mush of their cunts lightly slapping together as the bed jiggled its erotic dance. They weren't prolonging the fun, teasing with little pauses; they were going for broke.
Their faces contorted, Janni fucked very swiftly, and as they hit the peak they squealed together. Now they were writhing like snakes, pounding up, thrusting down, whimpering their joy, gasping for air. His prick was up as hard as a fucking pine pole.
They were going to get all the prick they needed this day. Any time hp started losing his hard-on, he'd have the sisters fuck each other again. Yeahhhhh.
* * *
CHAPTER FIVE
"So you're not really interested in a man who screws for a living," Matt said, glancing around the living room of Linda Field's apartment.
She flushed and looked away. "I didn't say that!"
It was Wednesday evening. He had called her earlier to say that he had a very important piece of microfilm to hand her, and to ask if she had the money. She had said that she did.
Monday evening he had struck gold. Rona and Stella had gone to a concert. He had opened the safe and found a large manila envelope marked Top Secret in big red letters. He had dug out his Minox, taken pix of the five blueprints inside, re-turned the envelope and relocked the safe.
Tuesday morning he had called his contact at Western Computers and said he had a big one. The price was a hundred grand. Much more than they had been used to forking over. But when Matt had called two hours later, the man had said it was okay. But that it had better be good.
Matt had then requested that the exchange be made Wednesday evening, and asked that Linda close the deal. A call an hour later had indicated this was agreeable, too. So here he was in her apartment, ready to do business.
"Well, relax," he grinned, resting comfortably on her sofa. She wore dressy black pants, a white blouse that shaped her tits attractively, and her dark hair was loose and wavy around her face. She was all made up, too. She sat in a chair across from him, long legs crossed.
"Why did you ask for me? I just substituted on Saturday."
"I like to look at a good-looking filly," he smiled. "Business should be a pleasure."
"Doesn't it bother you a little, stealing from your wife's company?"
"Hell, that electronics company of hers is just a plaything." He opened his legs so she could see his outfit in his tight trousers. "She's loaded. I'm sure you know all about her."
"That's part of my work," she said, glancing away. "Uh--would you like a drink?"
"I drink very little, but with you, okay, Linda." He stared at her tits and she flushed again. "Scotch and water."
She shot out of the chair, wiggled into her kitchen. She wanted a fuck, all right, but as usual she would go through the old la-de-dah shit--she wanted to 'know' him better before spreading out for cock. Hell, she probably already had a file on him a half-inch thick. Industrial espionage had its little rules.
Linda's fingers shook as she forked ice into two glasses. When her superiors had told her she would make the transfer she had felt a thrill in the clit. When he had unzipped his pants and displayed his monster of a prick . . . that animal! The vision of it still burned in her thoughts. And hadn't she rushed home afterward and fondled herself into several stinging, deep climaxes? Her panties already were turning damp. She had been turned on ever since she had reached home, knowing he would be here.
A world traveler, a rake who had been servicing women for fees probably since his teens, a no-good bastard through and through, and when she looked at him she turned to water! For her age, Stella Fordham was a very attractive woman, and he had been fucking her in more than one way for almost a year. And he was old enough to be Linda's father! The whole idea was just obscene, but she was trapped by her own desires.
She wanted to be successful, too. Already she was assistant to the vice-president at Western Computers. She could move up. She hoped to own one of those slick new houses builders were designing for singles, not too far from a beach. Lots of very handsome hunks lurked at the better swim spots.
She brought the drinks into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and sat at his left. As he reached for his highball he peeked down inside her blouse. His nearness was like he was already touching her. There was an aura of overpowering maleness about him that reached her cunt and breasts.
"Do you like sports?" she asked, her voice tremulous.
"Bedroom kind," he grinned. "You want to pay me for the negatives now, or later."
"Uh--later," she giggled.
He barely touched his drink. He put it down and unzipped his pants. In seconds his prick was showing, and it looked even larger than before!
"Jesus, you beast!" she cried, rattling her glass back on the coffee table. She knew her face was flaming.
"You know you want to hold it, so go ahead," he smiled, as if he was showing the back of his hand.
"Oh! Is this how you hooked Stella Fordham?"
"Sure, and a few other tricks. You want to play house, so let's cut through the shit and get down to it."
She gasped, knowing she should make the deal and order him out of her apartment, but when his left arm slid across her shoulders, and his right hand began opening her blouse, she shuddered--and her right hand went to that stiffening huge dark cock. Her rich fantasy was now reality!
His mouth was suddenly on her eager, opening lips, his hand crept in on her bra-less tits, and her fingers tightened around his hot, rigid monster of a cock. God, oh God! Her thighs spread, her hips curled upward, she was shivering like a hot bride about to get her wedding-night prick.
He kissed with a kind of erotic thoroughness that told her instantly he wanted to eat her, a thing that she had hoped for from at least two of her boyfriends, but that had never transpired. She'd done a little penis-sucking, as a prelim, but the guy invariably went off sooner than usual, Matt held her and fondled her like she was a kind of sex goddess, like she was very, very special--no wonder he earned his keep this way! It was a glorious, nerve-shattering romantic experience! Her tits felt huge!
Matt was enjoying himself. He had run into a lot of these slick, attractive career girls, and he had yet to find one who had been adequately fucked. They slept around a little, went to ski resorts or beaches or night clubs with men around their own age or a bit older, and the evening ended with a five-minute fuck that often didn't even begin to satisfy the girl. If the guy could squirt twice, she might make it once.
All this lib shit hadn't improved them, except to make some bolder, driving away males who wanted to be dominant. So it was masturbate, sit on it, or fuck girls. What a waste! What a shame! Men in the 1890's had known more about fucking than the average 'modern' stud. Get it in and pump to a climax. If the girl made it, okay. If not, that was her fault.
He stroked his tongue and teased her fine long nipples into sensual hardness, feeling her vivid tremors of excitement as she softened back, her long, firm legs opening. If he quit now and had her take her pants and panties off, he would break the spell. Get her off and then begin the real fun.
Nibbling at her lips, he dropped his play hand to her uptilted crotch and began to rub it where the action was, her clit zone. Now he kissed down her throat, nuzzled the blouse open and popped a dark, tumid nipple in his mouth. Her left hand caught in his hair, her right hand slid up and down on his leaky-headed cock, and a vivid shudder said it would not be long now.
My God! Linda thought. Nobody ever sucked my tits like this! !can't believe how puffed out they are! I want his prick in me, but I won't get it right now. Ohhhh, I'm COMING!
Her hips bucked, her legs jerked farther apart, she felt the stinging surges of her passion pulse from her clit. Ohhh, they were so sharp and heavenly! Even her sucked nipple seemed to throb! Her head whirled. She had never experienced this kind of man!
"Ohhhh, Matt!" she breathed, shivering in the aftermath.
"Very good, Linda," he murmured around her nipple. "Now, let's get undressed and do this right."
"Yesss!" she gasped. Her panties were a gooey mess, she had to go in the bathroom and dainty herself. And then--ohhhh! She struggled upward, and wobbled into the little hallway that led to the john. Her legs could hardly carry her. . . .
Matt patted his prick and grinned. He hadn't lost his touch. He'd popped another girl harder than she'd ever been popped, and she was just getting into it. A great experience to show an American girl what sex was really like.
A hundred grand! He had far from enough put away, but he was getting there. He had been toying with another plan, too. One of Stella's rich women friends, Susy Hall, had made him a proposition.
It was so good he was certain there had to be a catch, somewhere. Her husband had left her so much real estate in and around L.A. that a large office had been set up just to handle details and take in the money. She lived most of the year in Nassau, the Bahamas, but she spent part of the time in Beverly Hills.
She promised that if he'd live with her, she would deed him two big high-rise apartment buildings free and clear. No marriage, she was smarter than that, but she needed a man, a stud, a companion.
The only catch was that he was a little afraid of her. Her husband had died in a boating accident off Catalina, with Susy the only witness. Stella had told him most of the details, how insurance companies had investigated, how the police had done the same--and come up with nothing.
He knew a guy in the insurance scam, and this happened quite a lot. Good-looking younger broad marries rich old fart, he has a fatal 'accident' and grieving young spouse walks off with the whole estate.
She didn't want marriage, so what did he have to fear? A cunt that vicious might have him rubbed out if he got a little from one of the maids or some-thing. Susy did expect fidelity. The rest of his active sex life honking just one cunt? No way. Susy didn't even want a sample of his cock. It was all or nothing. And right now his thought for the day was, fuck her.
Stella was more practical, even furnishing him some nice young pussy right at home--Rona. That Stella also fucked her did not bother him; she was a beautiful, clean, hot piece of ass. Let Susy hire joy boys, a procedure that Stella said Susy did regularly.
On the other hand, Susy was much younger than Stella, and better-looking. She'd been in films, mostly minor part, and although Stella claimed she was 'about forty,' he had discovered that she was actually thirty-two. Dark, medium height, plump and rounded, her ancestry was basically Italian.
He figured she would be a fairly good fuck. Her offer wouldn't hold forever, for she would eventually find some experienced cocksman she wanted to keep around. At several of Stella's parties, where Susy had been a guest, she had asked him for dances. The polite thing to do, you know.
She'd always succeeded in giving him a big hard-on, and those just happened to be the nights when Stella had wanted cock. It was like Stella used her lady friend to get him up, after which Stella 'cashed in.' On those evenings he earned his keep. When Stella did get horny for cock, she went all-out.
He had considered talking to Stella about working out a 'deal' with Susy--live a while with one, then the other. But he knew broads, they wanted to 'own' their steady male. If only cunts could handle sex the way men did.
A rich man in the Orient bought as many young concubines as he could afford. Here, where the big money was available, cunts played the music. Sad. He had Susy's private number, in California and Nassau.
Linda came into the living room all decked out in a black sheer nightie and heels, hip-high dark nylons held up with a little red garter belt. His cock began swelling again.
Linda shivered as she led him into her bedroom. She had prepared the place for action--covers turned back, a small lamp on, cassette player going with Glenn Miller, softly. She was not a rock-music freak. She wished her place was more luxurious, and larger.
She watched him undress, the crazy swift heat of her need suffusing her whole body, wetting her swollen pussy again. It had never been so tender and puffy! Not one of her dates had stimulated her this much. She was in a trance of erotic craving.
"Sexy outfit," he grinned, finally naked. He was as trim and hard as a man half his age. His nuts were huge, nestled in gray hair that matched the iron-gray on his head. He was the first uncircumcised man she'd ever seen.
How many times had she gone to parties with a guy, dancing, drinking, dirty stories, hoping for some kind of real passion, and at the end of the evening the sneaky little fondling in her place or his, the dark bed, the too-swift pneumatic follow-up. A few moments of pumping and it was all over.
She could remember only two who had ever tried for 'seconds,' and she had climaxed then--but just barely. And such small cocks! Few of her boyfriends ever called back. There had to be some-thing wrong with her responses. She obviously was not a very good 'lay,' or maybe she had B.O.
She had trouble 'talking about nothing,' too--party conversation. She was not aggressive, or so she thought. She was not much of a giggler. At work she dressed conservatively, and in some parts of the office she was galled 'hands-off Linda.' The cute little dumb-acting chicks were the most popular.
And because she had a high-paying position and was trusted with certain company secrets, the other girls were cool to her, some even snotty. That she was smarter and better-looking did not help, either. Some inferred she was 'mannish.' Screw 'em.
She took off her sandals and crawled on the bed, pushing the covers back, stretching and showing off. The nightie hem slid up past her crotch, she opened her long legs and pushed her tits up snugly into the cupping lace.
"You don't talk much," he smiled, sliding down at her right. "I like that."
"Good," she said, her voice trembling. The touch of his shoulder, the feel of his hand resting lightly on her belly, then the head of his huge cock burning against her hip, sent furious shivers along her body. He was so completely in charge, so cool, almost 'professional.'
Don't think about all the women he's fucked for money! she thought. Maybe he'll send me a bill!
His mouth touched her already puffy lips, his hand played around on her belly. She opened wide and felt his tongue dive slowly, voluptuously, the coital mouth stimulator. His tongue drew back, she stroked her probe, shivering with joy. God, it was wonderful!
Now his clever hand bypassed her cunt and fondled the nyloned inner reaches of her thighs, pressing and squeezing, moving with tantalizing slowness toward her eager pussy. Their tongues chased back and forth, and at last he touched her cunt. A full palm press, like the one on the sofa, but against her bare flesh it was infinitely sweeter. Her left hand moved to his cock, and she shuddered as her fingers slipped up and down it, across the wet-slick knob, half concealed yet by his foreskin. It tensed in her gentle grip and his mouth lifted. He nibbled at her underlip, and very gently a finger slid into her cunt. Beautiful!
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, hunching up.
"Nice tight pussy," he murmured.
No one had ever told her that, or anything else about her vagina--and knowing that men did like a snug 'fit,' she felt deliciously fortunate. He explored carefully her urethra, which she often excited during masturbation, and in deep. He touched a spot at the end of her vagina that was so sensitive she gasped. It was the mouth of her womb!
His finger-end teased it, and suddenly his thumb pressed into her clitoris. She trembled, he caressed it in a way that told her he liked her girlie-prick. Again, she had no idea how she compared with other females. The diagrams she had examined in sex books showed a tiny 'knob' about the size of a pea, which was super-sensitive.
Hers, when she was excited, enlarged much more, and the concealed 'stem' below it expanded, too. At orgasm her clit stuck out half an inch past the surrounding flesh.
"Beautiful," he murmured, now nibbling at her right ear lobe. Mmmmmmm. No one had ever done that for.. her, either.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, as he gently circled her clit with the wet finger so recently inside her cunt. "Ohhhh, Matt!"
His cock tensed again. He slid his finger back in-side her vagina, pressed his thumb just below the tip of her clit and squeezed the mouth of her urethra. His hand wiggled. Honey-dipped thrills tumbled through her loins, her legs shook, her breasts lifted, her nipples stiffened as if he were sucking them once more, and she rose tumultuously to-ward her peak of desire. Almost . . . almost . . . and now!
"Come!" he urged against her mouth. "Come offff!"
She squealed! Pang after heavenly pang of de-light shot from her clitoris, her hips bucked and she writhed and jerked on the bed like a snake at mating time. Ohhhh, it was like the first one with him, but a hundred times better! She had never climaxed so furiously!
Now he clasped her whole cunt with his palm, letting her hunch and thrust for the dreamy after-pangs, so rich and delightful she cried out again. She had lost the hold on his cock in a frenzy of responses, but she found it again, panting and softening into a cozy haze of pure satisfaction.
"Very good," he murmured into her hair.
"Ohhhhh," she breathed gratefully. "Wonderful!"
Two terrific orgasms and he hadn't brought his cock even near her pussy! But now she had to watch herself. Her impulse was to seize him around the neck and tell him that she was wild about him, in love with him, even! How ridiculous.
But such emotion-packed moments stunned her. She could hardly think. What probably lots of girls had known in their teens, she was having at the age of twenty-six, and it was a tough thing to handle. She hid her face against his shoulder. She simply had to collect her wits and treat this as just another date. Because that was all it could be.
She was a bachelor girl out for some bedroom fun, and she had opened a door she had never thought existed. How often she'd read about young women becoming so emotional about a guy they'd do anything for him. And how she had laughed. No man would ever have such a grip on her.
Wrong!
I WOULD pay him! she thought wildly. He's turned me clear around. He's opened up whole new zones of pleasure. When he gets that big cock in me, I'll go ape, I'll lose my mind! He can have this any time he wants it!
Matt had been in situations like this many times. He knew he had fired her cannon better and harder than anyone ever had, including Linda. He called it "awakening a cunt to her erotic potential." In the Orient and in many other parts of the world, girls learned to climax well at a very early age; they grew up with it, enjoying sex was a heritage.
"Good stuff, huh?" he said lightly, resting back and relaxing.
"Fantastic!" she exclaimed, still holding his cock. "I know this probably sounds dumb, but what about you?"
"I wait till the girl has her enjoyment," he grinned. "All she can handle."
"How do you do it?" she murmured. "I mean--"
"Not to worry," he smiled. "Making you come is most of my pleasure." He patted her leaky, swollen pussy.
"God!" she giggled. "How I love it!"
"I've barely started," he grinned.
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
He was on his knees between her legs now, caressing her opened thighs. Her breasts were bare, rising up sharply from the decorated top of her nightie. He had slipped a thick pillow beneath her ass, another ploy no one else had used, and her cunt was so swollen the inner labia were actually protruding from between her outer cunt lips.
The magic was still here, enveloping her, causing everything to take on a vividness that was also new for her. She wanted his prick so urgently that she wanted to shout, Stop fooling around and FUCK me! But it was his show, and she certainly didn't want it to end too soon.
"Play with your nice sexy tits, huh?" he murmured, sliding his hands beneath her ass.
She'd read about things like this, but no one had ever asked her to! If it pleased him, why not? He was giving her so very much, not taking, as men had in the past.
"Well, okay!" she acquiesced.
He smiled, lowered his head and shoulders and she knew instantly what he would do next--eat her pussy. The way he kissed her mouth had told her he wanted to, and ohhhhh, did she want it! Not one of the men she'd dated had ever even hinted they'd like to. Sure, she had mouthed a few of those five-inch cocks, given them their kicks, and invariably it had shortened the screw time.
He surely knew she fondled her boobs when she masturbated--a true smoothie his age had been around, as the saying went--so she began stroking her tits, watching her dark nipples harden, feeling them sting and tingle. Funnnnn!
His lips contacted her upper cunt slit, and a whole flurry of thrills spread through her pelvis. His hands lifted her ass, and smoothly his tongue wiggled into her vagina.
"Ohhh!" she breathed, bringing her legs back, arching her crotch higher. His lips kissed and--sucked, his tongue was stroking like a finger or prick. He was sipping her girl juice, almost gnawing her tender inner labia! But so gently and delicately. Nothing had ever felt like this!
I love it, I adore it! she thought dizzily. God! He s almost a cannibal! He likes my pussy, it must taste good! I hope he wants me to suck his cock!
The thrills were sharpening, her hands moved faster on her boobs, and then he paused, kneading her ass cheeks, his eyes roving along her body. Oh, he was making her wait for the goodies, just like she tantalized herself with her hands.
"Beautiful!" she breathed, swimming in a haze of pure erotic anticipation.
He smiled, and carefully parted the labia at her clit, gently with his lips, and closed them around her super-tender girl-spike! She moaned, a whole shower of sugary sensations tumbling through her body. Now his right hand went to her cunt, that wand of a finger slid voluptuously inside, pressing her urethra. Ohhhh, she was climbing the slope of her need, again!
"OHHH!" she cried feverishly. "Ohhh--do it!"
But he teased her and fondled her and sucked her until she was frantic! And just as she started to come, his head lifted, his hand came away, he glided smoothly forward, and shouldered her thighs back, and his huge, hot prick drove into her cunt!
God! She hadn't ever known what a real cock felt like! It flamed in her vagina like it was red-hot, and her flesh fluttered and tightened around it! She was coming in a way she had never dreamed she could come! He wasn't even pumping his prick, he was keeping it jammed in deep, and suddenly she was like a worm pinned to a board. She went bananas!
The rich honeyed nuances of her orgasm drew a shrill scream from her throat! She was clawing his shoulders, her head tossing from side to side, her legs shaking with the heavenly poundings of her climax. Nothing had ever been so violently wild and sensual!
He seemed to be in her a mile. The spasms of her labia around the thick root of his cock enveloped her with wonder. She was totally his, totally feminine, responding to the bigness of his sweeping maleness. Ohhhh, God!
Now his chest settled down on her arched-up breasts. She felt her nipples boring at his flesh. Her legs wound around his butt, her arms gripped his shoulders, she whined and panted her delight as the dreamy twinges of relief balmed her nerves. She had to say something to hide the real feelings, which frightened her.
"Well, how am I?" she giggled.
"A ten," he murmured, tensing his prick. Oh, her cunt fluttered a response!
"I've loved every second of it!" she breathed.
"I'm not through with your nice pussy."
Oh, I hope not! she thought. It's his, he can do anything with it he wants to!
* * *
Arthur Frost started his car and pulled away from the curb, satisfied that he had completed his snooping assignment for Stella Fordham. He had trailed Matt Dodson since he'd left Stella's mansion, and it looked like he'd be in Linda Field's apartment for several hours.
Dodson sure fucked the racy-looking cunts. He'd give one nut to get his cock into that Linda, but it would never happen. He was an ordinary-looking man, average height, average looks--ideal for his work because nobody ever looked at him twice.
He had some pretty good stuff at home, anyway. His wife had died two years before and he had decided that, at age forty-two, he wouldn't marry again. Dottie was an ideal live-in. Good cook and housekeeper, fat and great, only twenty-six. When-ever he wanted a fuck, she was ready, and with the lights out, riding in between those warm plump thighs, he could imagine he was humping almost any cunt.
Parking in the driveway of his modest home, he reached down and patted his outfit. A dim light shone in the bedroom. Thinking about Dodson pouring the cock to that triple-A Linda had built a lust in his crotch. Dottie would be waiting, decked out in a thin nightie. Damn, how she loved to fuck. . . .
* * *
"I wish we could have Matt this weekend," Lauren Lohman said to her sister Janni. "Jed's going to a drug seminar in Omaha, and I'm not invited. Not that I wanted to be!"
They were in Janni's apartment. She was ready for bed in black pajamas, and Lauren hated to leave. They had talked very little about their new intimacy, physical contact instead of only visual. But it was there between them, and Lauren was getting a warm pussy.
"What a stud!" Janni giggled. They'd had a couple of glasses of wine apiece. "Have you found out who he is yet?"
"No," Lauren admitted. "But I bet some rich old broad owns him. I can sure see why women would pay for his services."
"Maybe he'll send you a bill, honey," Janni laughed. "Monday I was so pooped I could hardly go to work!"
"I told you how good he is," Lauren smiled. She wore pants and a blouse, and she opened her legs, feeling more tingles in her cunt. "Let's do our thing, huh?"
"Sure!" Janni chirped, moving to a chair that faced the sofa on which Lauren sat. She opened the top of her pajamas and lowered the bottom half to the floor.
Lauren shivered, doing the same with her clothes, except that she got out of her panties. Both sat and began their tit and pussy routine. But after a few moments they both knew it would never be the same again. They didn't even have to speak; they stood, and Janni led the way into her bed-room.
A small lamp glowed in a far corner. The sheets were turned back, and a radio played soft music.
"You knew we'd be in here!" Lauren said accusingly.
"Natch. Just as soon as you called and said you were dropping over."
"God, it was beautiful!" Lauren breathed, looking her sexy, long-legged sister up and down. "He brought us together, anyway. I don't care how wrong it is!"
"You have more conscience than me," Janni giggled, getting Lauren around the waist. "I've wanted to fuck you for years."
"You--animal!" Lauren breathed, arching her cunt into her sister's pussy. Their mouths met, their tongues jousted back and forth and Lauren shook with mingled lust and guilt. Doing this with him watching was a different thing--they'd been 'party' girls. But she couldn't resist. He had awakened zones of excitement they had never touched!
Now they began to fondle each other's ass flesh, pushing their breasts together, and Lauren felt her thighs open. Janni was dominant here, she was basically the 'male: Oh, but it didn't matter--their cunts simply flamed! This answered an old deep need they had known since childhood. They had simply spent too many years splitting pussy hairs!
Lauren unglued her mouth. "Let's get on the bed. I don't want to come standing up!"
They remembered the time they'd tried it, years earlier, posed in front of their vanity mirror. Both had crumpled to the floor at climax time, and it had been their little secret joke. This, as they scrambled on the bed, Janni on top, was no joking matter. They were into the full incestuous joining; they could have their pussy-rubs and clit comes any time they wanted them! And right now Lauren didn't give a damn.
"Oh, we don't need him!" Lauren breathed, tip-ping her crotch higher. "It's so gooood!"
"Jeeese, it sure is!" Janni gasped, hunching. "Let's get a quickie and play around later!"
"Riiight!" Lauren panted. Their cunts jiggled and squished together, and then it was just the clit zones rubbing, faster and faster. The sugar-coated thrills chased from their tits down to their cunts; they sharpened, quickened, and they made it swiftly at the same ecstatic second, just like on their fingers, only this was much more exciting!
Lauren cried out, and Janni whined as the goodies raked Lauren's bod, tensing her clit, pounding joy through her whole being, feeding an awful hunger she'd been too afraid to fully taste until Matt had drawn them together, cunt to cunt.
They softened, panting hard, shaking in the glory of aftermath, their cunts now glued and puffed and slick with the effusions of their sexual delight. They kissed lingeringly, tongues not as busy as before, patting and caressing.
At last Janni rolled away at Lauren's left, and they rested in their glut of satisfaction.
"Just think of what we've been missing, honey," Janni said, not looking at Lauren.
"Isn't it too bad we can't find a real man who could handle us both, so we could all live together," Lauren said.
"Don't start thinking 'married,' Sis. Get rid of Jed! Hell, you could find a job, and at least we could be together."
"And what would people say?" Lauren asked dryly.
"In L.A, who the hell cares?" Janni said. "We could afford a bigger apartment, have guys in for fun. You know you detest Jed. He's an asshole."
Lauren sighed. "I'm still kind of hung up on Matt--"
"He'll be back. He likes having two twats. He loves to watch us fuck."
"Speaking of which," Lauren giggled, rolling over between her sister's opening thighs, "it's my turn to do the humping!"
They both laughed.
* * *
Susy Hall, resting languidly on her huge round bed, stroked her favorite dildo slowly in her cunt, then out, then back in. She paused and shivered.
A naked young Hispanic, her hired jock for the evening, rested in a chair facing the bed, his right hand fondling his long, thick cock. He was clean-looking, healthy and handsome, highly recommended by a madam Susy knew and did business with regularly.
Susy didn't fuck her joy boys. She was very particular about who ran a prick in her. Watching them masturbate while she excited herself was good enough. In her younger years, as a starlet, she'd gotten her share of sexy men, and even a few choice chicks, but now, at thirty-two, even with all her money, the stud types she craved were not around for her.
She had gained weight, although she still was not bad. The only man she'd seen in years that really brought her clit up hard was Matt Dodson--and he was Stella Fordham's piece. The greedy old slut! She even let him fuck around, including that sexy mulatto Stella kept handy for lezzie fucks.
I'd give him more than she does, but if I ever caught him running his cock into another broad I'd have him killed! When I buy a prick it has to be all mine.
Her years around Hollywood had hardened her, she knew. Pussy was a commodity, so was prick. She had used her charms to nail one of the wealthiest old fuckers in southern California, and no one would ever know how he had died. She had it all. She had been raised in a violent Italian sector of New York City, and somehow she had escaped with her cherry.
Fresh and pretty, with some acting ability, she had soon learned how a pussy got ahead in the flick industry--give the right people some cunt. Even then, she hadn't made it to the big-time. Anyway, she was into the big time money now--and fuck all those freaks and weirdoes in the picture biz.
Now she decided who honked her. An Italian count had been the last one, and after a memorable week on the Riviera, he had suddenly disappeared. Later she learned he had married an extremely rich Argentine broad.
"About ready to squirt your load, Pedro?" she cooed.
"I can bring it off any time," he smiled.
It was very tempting. He had about ten inches, a huge pair of nuts, but he simply didn't measure up as a person. Any guy who sold his cock like this was a freak, anyway.
"I'm about there," she breathed, stroking the dildo faster. She'd been teasing herself for half an hour, playing with her rounded tits, turning the vibrator on and off, thinking about Matt Dobson.
Pedro grinned his mechanical grin, pumped his cock a little slower. Men didn't need too much actual sliding to bring their seed. She'd been very disappointed with her first fuck, given to a middle-aged director. He'd got off in her tender pussy almost immediately, then admired the blood on his prick, blood from her broken hymen. That rotten fucker! He'd gotten her a couple of walk-ons, and then kicked her ass out.
When she thought of all the young panting Italian guys who had tried for her cherry, gone off in their pants while groping her pretty body, the idea of men in general made her sick. She had drifted into being an older woman's lez piece, and that hadn't done much for her, either.
She had started masturbating at eleven and she'd never really stopped. It was the only way she could fully satisfy her needs, which were even stronger now than before. Matt had stirred her the first time she'd seen him. Somehow she simply had to have him!
"Now, baby, now!" she gasped, driving the dildo swiftly in and out. She watched her dark, long nipples poke out, then feasted her eyes on Pedro. His swarthy face twisted, his hips lifted, and the circumcised head of his prick tensed. He groaned.
A stream of white juice spurted from his cock-head, arching out to plop on the carpet, and she had her goodies.
"Fuuuuuck!" she cried loudly. "Fuuuuuuuuck!"
The sweet hammering in her loins was luscious! Her cunt tightened with voluptuous quickness, her big boobs jiggled, her thighs trembled. She turned on the power. The swift vibrations of the dildo made her after-pangs almost as wonderful as the orgasm itself.
She cut the power, slumped back on her pillows, eyes closed. A vision of Matt swam in front of her, and she pumped the dildo for the last tingly thrills. Pedro rested in the chair, cock shrinking, a blank expression on his face.
"Out," she said, pointing at the bedroom door.
He left quickly, without a word. He'd left his clothes in the living room. Tomorrow she'd send a check for three hundred bucks to the madam, deductible as an entertainment expense. She was turned on enough now to finish the evening by her-self, she and her three-speed vibrating cock.
She would need at least nine or ten more orgasms. And with each one she would imagine that Matt's prick was sounding her deeps. He would love her Spanish-styled villa in Nassau, plenty of servants, oodles of fucking.
If he was very good, she might let him sample one of those young, eager native girls--while she watched. Stella said it was a hell of a turn-on, seeing him pour the cock to Rona Hall. But he would have to prove himself, be faithful until she gave the word.
She sighed and began her fun evening.
* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I was surprised you'd have lunch with me," Steve Lang said to Janni.
"When I saw you looking at me in the window, I just couldn't resist," Janni smiled. She wore the outfit she'd been modeling, snug fashion pants, a snug shirt unbuttoned halfway down the front, no bra.
They were in a small cafe across the street from Wellman's Department Store, where she worked. Steve was the contractor in charge of remodeling the Men's Shop. He was big, rugged, tanned, and it was not from playing golf--he worked outside a lot.
"First time a foxy blonde like you ever asked me out," he grinned boyishly. "Even for a sandwich."
She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could see down inside her shirt. "Girls do ask nowadays."
It was Friday. Since Jed was still gone, Janni and Lauren had decided to hit a few likely bars that evening, hoping for excitement--but maybe they wouldn't have to!
Steve was unattached, she had learned that before ever approaching him. Several girls in the store had tried to date him, and learned enough to whet their girlish appetites, but he hadn't nibbled. Janni now knew why. His wife had died less than a year earlier.
"Since I'm being bold, I'll go the whole route," she said, giving him a full-voltage look. "What about a date tonight, Steve?"
He grinned. "Aren't I a little old for you, Janni?"
"No. I bet you're not even thirty."
"Add two," he said. "And you must be about nineteen."
"Add two," she giggled. "Okay?"
"Sure," he chuckled. "I'd like to go out. What did you have in mind?"
I want to have a fun evening and then fuck you, she said with her eyes. I need to get that old fucker of a Matt Dodson out of my mind. Tonight Lauren will just have to sit on it. Or play with it. As wonderful as she is, we just can't keep on fucking each other.
Steve Lang was getting a stiff on. He'd always gotten his share before meeting Ella, but he had never dated a sweet, young, leggy, model-contoured piece like Janni. Even since his studding days the girls had grown bolder. He hadn't cheated on Ella, but it was high time he sampled some of this available pussy.
He had grown up and learned the contracting business in Wyoming, where good-looking cunts were few and far between. Here in L.A. they were everywhere. People said it was an overflow from Hollywood, or Mother Nature was growing them sexier out here. When they saw a stud they wanted, they went right after him.
The best lookers were always smarter, had fine jobs, a car, an apartment, and an eager set of glands. In front of him was about the prettiest one he'd seen lately, and she was ready. Those fine high titties looked as firm as melons, and what a sweet tight ass!
When they started comparing addresses and ex-changing phone numbers, they learned his shop and yard were only six miles from her apartment. He had built quarters above his office to save the cost of a night watchman and a bundle on insurance. When she said her married sister worked in Lohman's Drug Store, he realized he traded there now and then.
"I've noticed that fine-looking blonde in there," he said.
"She's my sister," Janni exclaimed. "We're real close."
"But she's got a husband," he said. "I don't touch the married ones. Funny, she doesn't act very married."
"I'll tell you about it," she said. "Later . . . "
By ten o'clock that night they were in his apartment. They'd had dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Janni was glowing, full of good food and wine. She wore a dress, which she didn't often do; it was even modestly cut. But underneath was only her pantyhose, very black and sheer, and heels, natch.
He poured more wine and they sat on the sofa in his living room. It was not elaborate, but it had been cleaned very recently A woman's touch here and there. A stud like him didn't have to look far for a live-in.
She slid in close at his left. Her skirt slithered back, and she didn't bother to straighten it. She had already used his john and found that her pussy was wet, slightly puffed. His arm went across her shoulders; he breathed in her hair.
"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured. "Every man in Sardi's wanted to get his hands on you, Janni."
"Well, I want your hands on me," she whispered.
He trembled, his left arm tightened, went down to her waist, and she half turned, her mouth waiting. As their mouths met, his right hand came up to her titties. He seemed hesitant with his tongue, so she stroked hers into his mouth. Ohhh, he felt terrific!
Her frock had an opener in front, and he negotiated it with skill, his warm and strong hand sliding inside on her bare flesh. She opened her lips farther, and his tongue drove in. He was good with her tits, and she tried not to compare him with Matt.
She whined. Her left hand went to his cock bulge, and she caressed it with trembling fingers. He had it, lots of it! She felt his young strength. No wonder! He was about half Matt's age. When he finally lifted her titties out, they stopped kissing and both looked at her boobs.
"Man, oh man!" he breathed, tweaking her rosy hard nipples.
"Love it!" she giggled. She pressed his swollen lump and opened her thighs. Her skirt went back to her crotch.
"You still look about nineteen," he chuckled. His play hand dropped to her thighs, and he began to work in toward her pussy. Oh, her clit was standing up hard.
"Well, don't guys your age like that young stuff?"
"You fox!" he murmured. His hand touched her cunt mound, his head came down to her titties, and his lips closed around a nipple. Just what she needed, lots of nice handiwork on her bod, his mouth on her boobs--and later, maybe on her cunt!
Poor Lauren! Janni had called her before Steve had picked her up, and of course Janni had bragged a little. Lauren remembered seeing Steve in the drugstore. She had evidently flirted with him. He'd said Lauren hadn't acted 'very married.' That certainly hadn't bothered Matt.
She had to stop thinking about her sister and concentrate on her new boyfriend. So what if Lauren did find out who Matt really was--she couldn't afford him. He was too old. Something spineless and shallow about him.
Now Janni felt an ebbing of her passion! Oh, that just wouldn't do, at all. Oh, she did like Steve, she needed a good fucking, but why couldn't she turn on the way she had with Matt and Lauren? Well, first time in bed might be tentative, even with a real handsome guy. She was determined to be a good piece! Men like him didn't show up every day.
She opened her thighs, arched her titties out, and hunched up against his hand. He shivered, moving his mouth to her other nipple. His cock was very hard now, and she reached for his zipper.
Steve was not used to such boldness. It excited him in a way he hadn't known for a long time. He sensed that maybe she was trying a little too hard, but much better this way than sitting there limp, wanting him to do all the work.
"In the bedroom?" he murmured as her fingers crawled in on his briefs.
"I thought you'd never ask!" she sighed. "That's a neat big cock, honey!"
He shuddered. She had the words up front, too. He stood, his prick sliding up along his belly, and she leaped to her feet. He steered her into his apartment. He'd had his regular cleaning woman in that afternoon. He was going to let in just the light from the living room, but she found a lamp and turned it on.
Giggling, posing in front of his dresser with the mirror, she removed the dress. Thin bikini panties, lace-trimmed black. She stood in those and her heels, rocking her butt, legs apart. Sonofabitch! He hadn't had a strip show with a cunt for many a moon.
Grinning, he was soon naked. She stared at his high-slanted cock, all nine inches of it, and her puffed lips made an 'O' shape. Looking better all the time, man. He moved toward her. She uttered a little yelp and ducked away--but he caught her easily. He burned his hard-on against her belly and drove his tongue into her mouth. Damn!
Finally he had her spread out on the bed. She was still squirming, giggling, protesting weakly, until he got a finger in her pussy, her panties slipped down, and her moan of delight, her slow up-hunch, told him what he wanted to know.
In seconds her wet-crotched panties were on the floor and her mouth glued to his again, while he fingered her pussy. He liked to hand-come his dates if they were willing, and almost to a girl they loved it. Her hand was going after his prick in a very starved manner, and in a very knowing motion.
Girls who hadn't read a book on foreplay just weren't in it, and besides it was fun. She was acting some of it, but her cunt was wet, and it would be about right around his meat. Her clit stood up there good. He teased around it and she moved her tongue faster. He kept it going, she whined and tensed. She tipped her hips higher, he cozied her little clit faster, faster--and she went off. He drove his finger deep.
Her mouth jerked free, and she cried out, her pretty face twisting. Her hips bucked. Gooood sign. Some just didn't move their ass when they had their pops.
"Ohh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, finishing, her fingers tight around his cock.
"Fine, fine!" he murmured, pumping his finger in and out, feeling the little after-twitches of her box. Hmmmmm.
"You're so neat with my pussy, honey!" she gurgled.
"I hope you want to come back for more," he murmured, sliding over between her long, beautiful shanks.
"Natch!" she gushed, her thighs angling back. She reached down and guided his cock to her up-curved box. It went in slowly, and her eyes closed, her face went taut.
"Damn!" he said, his prick tensing.
"Ohhhh, Jeeeeese!" she whispered.
Carefully he began to fuck her. Years ago he had learned the basics of fucking by eavesdropping on a middle-aged couple who lived next door to the family home in Cody. It was all audio, but he didn't need to see; the bed squeaks told everything. He had trouble believing that a man and woman could go at it that long.
They always fucked at least half an hour before old John broke his load. His wife got three or four during the fuck and then yelled out when he went off. By that time he had usually jacked out two or three shots. He couldn't wait that fucking long.
He still hadn't mastered the art the way John had, two or three pokes, then a long pause, but he was doing better. John had been damn near sixty. His wife had been at least fifteen years younger. Steve figured he had a, lot of years left to learn how to hold back and let the girl go off several times.
Of course, he still could shoot at least twice an evening, sometimes three loads. Depended on the cunt and how she went for his cock. Already he could tell this was going to be a ten-minute fuck. She was new and fresh and young, and he hadn't gotten off in a pussy in quite a while.
He realized suddenly that she was starting to fake it. Her rosy nipples softened; her expression, though pleasant, was not twisted with passion, and her cunt was not as met as it had been earlier. Shit. He'd run into this before--a good looker going through the motions, rather easy to play to a climax, but poor in bed.
No wonder, though. Girls grew up masturbating, like boys. The sex center was the clit, the cunt was just there so the man could jack off in it. All her beauty and foxiness and most of it was a sham. Well, he'd bury a big load in it, maybe another one, and take her home. At least he was fucking a ten, and that pleased his ego.
* * *
"I flunked," Janni said to her sister. It was Thursday evening, and Lauren had dropped over to Janni's apartment.
"Well, he did fuck you. Or so you said," Lauren answered dryly. "What did you expect on the first date?"
"I made it on his hand, but not his prick!" Janni sighed. "I wish you'd been there--"
"He sounds pretty square," Lauren said. "You think he would go for two pussies?"
"He knows we're sisters. Jeeeese! I could ask, but I don't think he'll call me anymore. Nice big cock and it was real fun till he got it in me. It didn't hurt, or anything--but I just turned off. Oh, it was awful!"
"Maybe we ought to go to a shrink," Lauren said. "We shouldn't have fucked. I keep thinking about it, and I want some of it right now!"
"I had one before I went to work this morning, but it wasn't very good," Janni admitted. "Here we are, hung up on an old gigolo--and I bet we never see him again, either!"
"Forget that old bastard!" Lauren exclaimed. She slid closer to her sister on the sofa. "I do need a fuck real bad, honey. We come so damn good together!"
Jannni shivered. Ever since her sexy sister had wiggled into the apartment, all gussied up in fashion pants, heels and a revealing shirt opened down past her tits, Janni had started feeling the urge, too. They couldn't lie to each other. Every nuance of emotion showed.
"Okay, let's get in on the bed," Janni sighed. "I'm just as wet as you are."
At the bedroom doorway they met face to face, and their bodies and mouths and tits flamed together. They both were shaking with excitement and lust.
This has been waiting to happen since we were just kids! Lauren thought. God! We don't need a man, really. Last night I had three on my fingers, and I dreamed about Janni every time I went off! It's wrong, but we can't help it.
They stood apart and began flinging clothes, both breathing unevenly. Naked, they ran to Janni's bed and tumbled across it, Janni on top, her sweet hot cunt jammed into Lauren's upraised cunt. Every clinging kiss, every touch, was sheer sex magic.
Matt had brought them together, but they sure didn't need him anymore! Oh, their cunts were made for each other. If they ever did find a man, it would have to be a double-up on him. Lauren had already made up her mind to divorce Jed. She was going to move in here with Janni. From now on they'd be a team. Lauren knew, with her looks and talent, she could find work in no time.
"Ohhh, honey!" Janni panted, jiggling her hips faster.
With her legs far back, her crotch angled high, their cunts were squishing and grinding together as Lauren felt the achy stings of her lust tear through her loins and throb from her clit! Ohhh, her cunt mouth tightened in luscious spasms and she felt her sister's cunt answering.
They squealed in unison. Lauren missed the thrusting hardness inside her vagina, but she would not miss it for long. She had brought several 'personal' vibrators from the drugstore display. They would have the kind of party both had dreamed about since their early teens . . . together, always together. . . .
* * *
Steve Lang was about to hang up when Janni finally answered. She sounded breathless.
"Steve here," he said.
"Oh," she answered, almost cool.
"I'd like to take you out again, if you'd like," he said weakly.
"It wasn't very good for you, was it?" she said. "When you got your cock in me, I fizzled."
He blushed, even though no one could see it. She was hurt, angry. He blurted, "Hell, you're a terrific girl, Janni--"
"Well, you can come over to see me right now, stud," she giggled. "I'm all turned on, my pussy's slick, I just got off. You'd have to fuck my sister, too. We could have a real party!"
He sat in shock for a few seconds. "You must be drunk."
"Drunk on sex!" she laughed, her voice still strange. "Well, are you coming over? Remember, my sister's used to taking cock. She could really skin it for you!"
"Forget it!" he snarled, and dropped the receiver. Had she really just made it with her own sister? Southern California freaks. Fucking for him was a one-on-one thing. He didn't see how he could handle two incestuous siblings.
Or maybe she was laughing at him, making up the whole thing. It didn't matter, he was through with that cunt. First time his back was turned she'd be making it with some other girl. Disgusting! Pussy was made for prick.
* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You were pretty rough on him, honey," Lauren said to Janni. "I wouldn't mind fucking him."
"Ah, he's so square it's pitiful," Janni said, sexily stretching out on the bed. "Come on, hand me one of those dildoes. We might as well do it all!"
Lauren shuddered. She'd sold a lot of the things at the drugstore--they were fast movers--but she hadn't tried it. There were four sizes, ranging in length from five inches to twelve, the longer ones being thicker. The biggie with the foot-long shaft had created some laughs from customers, but she'd sold only one of them.
The middle-aged woman who'd bought it had smiled and winked at Lauren. "I'd rather have some left over than not enough!"
The two had become rather good friends. Mona's husband was in a wheelchair, and her doctor had recommended a dildo. She had confided to Lauren later that the whole idea had been a terrible shock to her, but the thing was satisfying her needs.
"You want a Mini, Medium, Maxi or Monster?" Lauren giggled.
"Maxi," Janni laughed. "Matt kind of spoiled me."
Lauren crawled on the bed at her sister's left, taking the Medium. The pink, slightly knobbed cock-shaped plastic thing still bugged her a little. Would it really fill the bill? The convenient handle and the three-speed vibrator feature were great selling points. As usual, Janni was bolder. She pushed the knob into her uptilted pussy and slid it carefully home.
"Ohhhh, funnn!" she laughed. She stroked it in and out, in and out. Already the shaft was shiny with cunt juice. Her left hand went to her pretty, puffy tits, and she flicked the switch to low'
"Wow!" she gasped, and quickly turned off the power. "I don't want to go off that soon."
Lauren made her move. Oh, it was neat. She had warmed them in the bathroom. The knob hit bottom, and a shower of thrills spread through her loins. Jab, jab, jab. Whooopeeeee!
"Isn't this terrific, honey!" Janni giggled, pumping her cock, playing with her boobs. A light flush colored her throat. Her long legs quivered. She stopped fucking herself and rested. Lauren stroked, too, right up to the edge of her orgasm. Ohhh!
She rested back on her pillow, savoring the anticipation. This was better than fingers! Watching each other was now more delightful than ever. When some curious frustrated broad asked about the dildoes, she could speak with authority.
"I gotta get one, honey!" Janni breathed, poking faster. Her pretty face twisted in its familiar intimate way, her titties arched upward, her long legs jerked and she stroked the cock swiftly. . . .
Love it, love it! Janni thought, her clit tensing as the honey spurted from it. Jeeeeeesus. I can hit it just when it feels the best! Like on my fingers, but BETTER!
"Ohhh, ohhh, OHHH!" she cried shrilly. Her cunt was clenching in delirious cadence. It was a real biggie!
Now she heard Lauren going off, and Janni recovered enough to watch her sister. Lauren was getting hers with the vibrations, the handle dancing in her grip. It was damn good for her. She moaned and bucked her hips, her tits shaking dramatically.
"Ohhh--fuck, fuck, fuck!" Lauren cried.
Somehow Lauren's orgasms always lasted longer than Janni's. Maybe they were even sweeter! They had discussed it and decided it was because Lauren had been sexually active longer.
The girls rested, snuggling closer, and the bond between them seemed even stronger. As soon as Jed returned from Omaha to take charge of the drugstore, Lauren was moving in with Janni. They had to have each other, man or no man.
On Friday morning Linda Field got the word from the engineering department at Western Computers. Her boss, Purdy, stood in front of her desk, his face white.
"You really fucked up good, Linda."
"What do you mean, Mister Purdy?"
"That hundred-grand design was phony. The blueprints were of an ordinary black and white TV set!"
She felt cold water run through her body, all the way down to her pussy. That rotten, fucking Matt Dodson! This could be her ass.
"I'm no engineer," she said, controlling her voice. "I took what he had. I gave you the micro-film."
Purdy scowled, pacing back and forth. "Some-body on the other end got wise. We got to teach that asshole a lesson. Now, here's what we do.. . "
* * *
Stella Fordham, resting in a padded chair at the rim of her big swimming pool, decided that to-night, Saturday, was the evening when Matt earned his money. It was now early afternoon. He rested at her left, sipping iced tea, looking very fit and sexy in the brief swim trunks. Her bikini was modestly cut. She simply didn't have the figure at forty-two she'd had at half that age.
Her women friends still envied her, though. Her tits still were firm, her waist trim and her ass and legs were better than a lot of broads had at thirty. Rigid dieting and exercise had kept her 'looking good.'
She knew Matt had photographed her joke blue-prints, and it seemed odd that he was acting so pleased with himself. He had met Linda Field and had been there long enough to fuck her. Then, the next day he had driven to a savings and loan outfit out in the valley and made a deposit.
Arthur Frost, the detective, always gave detailed reports. Matt wouldn't pass up a sexy-looking filly like Linda--the cunts just couldn't leave him alone.
Rona Hall wiggled out onto the patio, delicious in a red mini-bikini. She paraded in front of Stella and Matt, waving her tits and ass, and Stella felt a strong tingle in the twat. She'd had a touch of flu and hadn't fucked the young mulatto, or anyone else, in a week. She was ready.
"You haven't been in to see me lately, stud," she purred, looking down at Matt's cock bulge.
"He's been getting some on the side, honey," Stella said. "As usual."
Matt grinned, opening his strong, tanned legs. "I always have enough for you two girls."
"Well, come on over here and start heating me up for a big night," Stella smiled. Sometimes she needed a whole day of frivolity to get a real hard-on for cock. With just Rona, a couple of hours was enough. Feeling the voluptuous mulatto come off was a hell of a turn-on. Matt was so damned cool. Beyond a doubt, there was little in sex he hadn't experienced.
He stood, stretched and moved behind Stella's deck chair. His hands caressed her shoulders as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "How many times you going to get off tonight, baby?"
She trembled. His warm, expert hands slid down to her halter. He coursed his fingers across her tit bulges, not uncovering them just yet. Rona stood in front of Stella, rocking her beautiful ass, pushing her tits out, giggling.
He murmured again. "You have the hottest cunt in town, baby. You should let me in there oftener."
All bullshit, of course, and she loved it. He made it dirty, but not gross. Sometimes he brought her flowers with suggestive notes attached. If he was home when she went to the office, he always kissed her, ran his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her tits. He was so good for her ego.
She could forget his little thievery for a while. Western Computers couldn't be paying him very much--they couldn't afford it. Surely by now they knew they'd been tricked, had paid Matt for a lemon.
Some companies became very upset about things like this. She certainly didn't want some goon breaking his fingers and legs. People had been killed for a lot less than a hundred grand! She would have to put a stop to this silliness.
Another worry had cropped up, too. At a recent party she had noticed that rich cunt, of a Susy Hall whispering in his ear on the dance floor. Susy's vicious nature was known. Everybody who had any sense realized she had murdered her husband for his wealth, only no one could prove it.
She wanted Matt, and might go very high for him. She had real estate all over Los Angeles County. She was a good ten years younger than Stella, had been in a few movies as a starlet and knew how to display her body and face.
But the word was that she'd permit no fooling around. If she bought a prick, she wanted all of it. Matt would never go for that drill. Staying 'true' to one pussy was like asking him to fly under his own power.
Now he kissed her neck below her right ear and gently unfastened her halter. His expert fingers ran across, under and around her boobs like they were studded with diamonds. God, he was wonderful! Her nipples perked out, tingles ran from them down her bod to her clit.
He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "tonight I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk, baby."
She softened back in the chair, eyes closed, drinking in the sweet sensations. Time for a breather now. He knew it, gave her tits a parting squeeze, and returned to his chair.
"Looks like you're gettin' up faster'n usual, honey," Rona cooed, long legs apart, her thinly covered cunt aimed right at Stella.
"It's real good today," Stella laughed. "Are you juicy?"
"I could use a couple," Rona giggled.
"I can bring your fun, or Matt can, or why don't you just do it yourself. I love to watch you work on your bod, honey."
Rona laughed, removed her mini halter and panty, and moved a chair in front of Stella. She spread out, knees almost touching Stella's knees, and started her cunt and tittie play. She knew who was boss.
She had trimmed the black fuzz on her cunt so that the thick labia showed clearly, and her slit was getting shiny with pussy lubricant. Standard procedure. Left hand on her tits, right hand on her twat.
Matt watched, too, but he wasn't even hard. He'd seen it before. He didn't show his cock because he knew Stella was not wild about that until much later on. They did what she liked, or else. These two sex machines cost her a bundle.
Stella fit her hands on her own naked tits as Rona began her fun trip. She didn't have long fingernails, and the main reason was clear. She ran her longest digit in her cunt and fit her thumb just be-low the strong thick nub of her clit, which was now showing, dark pink. She loved to tickle her urethra.
"Nnnnnnn!" she groaned, caressing her thick dark nipples, wiggling her play hand. She pouted her sensual lips, running her tongue in and out. She knew Stella liked to see that, too.
Now Rona paused and rested, dragging it out, as any smart girl did for the best sensations. Her cunt lips were swelling, a hint of coral inner flesh showed around her finger. She hunched her ass, and slowly began her hand play again.
Her clit enlarged, she was breathing faster, and she stopped her movements just in time.
"You taught me that," Rona breathed. "Sure is hell to hold it sometimes!"
Matt sighed. He'd heard shit like this a dozen times, watched these two get it on, except that Stella was slower than a slow freight. He got so fucking bored with it all. Rona would bust her fun pretty soon, yell and twist her ass; then she'd start fooling around with Stella.
He'd have to call Lauren again, meet her and her leggy sister at the cottage. He was sure they'd go for it. Janni was worth another big gush or two of his jism. He had even plucked her cherry. She'd be out after more cock, once she'd had a taste of it, and Lauren was always fine humping.
Linda Field needed more of his prick, too. That was really choice; she thought he was right up there next to Casanova. She had a thing for mature men. Part of his skill was banging them better and harder than they'd ever had it, and he was a master at the art.
Maybe he'd take Linda to a imagine motel or some neat resort not too far away. His cock began to swell in spite of himself. Rona was getting her goodies now, her cunt mouth spawning around her plunging finger, her clit pulsing. Her cry of plea-sure reminded him of a jungle animal squealing in the night.
He'd been there too many times. She was no longer exciting. On top of that, she was a dumb cunt. But then, how the hell smart was he, living off wealthy broads most of his life. Maybe he and Rona were too much alike, selling it.
"Damn, that was a big one, Stella!" Rona cooed, resting.
Stella giggled. "Let's go in on a bed now. You can nibble around on me." She glanced over at Matt. "Don't leave the house, darling."
"Wouldn't think of it, baby," he smiled. "Think I'll take a swim." He posed so she could see his half-hard cock inside the trunks. She giggled, then she and Rona left the patio, hands on each other's ass. Fucking lezzies.
He felt good about that hundred grand. He had checked the safe, looking for more classified stuff, but had found nothing. Too soon yet.
Knowing Stella and Rona would be busy for a couple of hours or so while the old cunt built up a good head of steam, during which time Rona would pop off a dozen times or more, he walked into the den, closed the door and dialed Linda's number. She took it on the second ring.
"Your big stud here, baby," he said in his sexiest tone.
"Oh, Matt! How, nice. Uh, do you have some-thing new to trade?"
"No, but I'd like to get in your panties again." She giggled. He knew he was thrilling her. "When?"
"What about tomorrow night?" He'd have Stella banged good by ten tonight, at the latest. She had started early. He could sleep half of Sunday and be in good shape.
"Oh, wonderful!" she breathed. She sounded like he already had a finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth.
"Good. I'll pick you up at your apartment about eight."
She giggled some more, and they cut it off.
Linda shivered, her right hand pressing her cunt mound. She'd just showered, preparing to go shopping, but there was no hurry. Frankly, she'd had nothing else to do. A dull weekend had stretched ahead--but not anymore! She wished their date was tonight. That old broad of a Stella surely had him tied up at home.
The towel fell from her upper body. She rested back in the chair and savored the anticipation. She didn't like Purdy's plan, but he had told her to play Dodson along, act innocent. Tomorrow evening would be just for fun.
Damn. Her nipples were stiffening and she felt pussy wetness on her palm. Just his voice could turn her on, high. Should she save it all for him, or have a nice hot quickie? She just couldn't resist. She walked in her bedroom, where she'd had such a glorious fucking, spread out and started her pussy fun trip.
Oh! Her clit was as hard as the tip of her little finger. He had been in her thoughts for days, he had colored her whole life, and she could care less that he was at least twice her age. She had read his file a dozen times. He had fucked hundreds of women and girls. He was a no-good gigolo. And she was nuts about him--ridiculous, but true.
What she had read about women giving up everything for 'love' had sounded unreal--but al-ready she had secretly considered trying to corner him for herself. She couldn't afford him. She made very good money for a girl her age, but she had noticed that his shoes alone cost more than she earned in one week.
While she was at work he'd be screwing other girls, maybe even charging them fees! Why did she get tangled up with such an animal? It was a wonder that some jealous broad hadn't killed him.
Already she was about to come! She gripped her left tittie, rubbed her clit zone with the heel of her hand and felt the sweet, achy throbs of her goodies. She squealed! Her hips jerked up and down, her tits arched high, and she could almost feel that huge cock pumping in her cunt. . . .
* * *
Susy Hall's secretary put the call through to her bedroom. A man, Elaine had said. Susy lifted the receiver. "Yes?"
"Matt here," came the vibrant virile tones.
Her heart thumped, her clit tingled. She had been trying to decide what frock to wear to a party that evening, and now wore only a robe.
"Have you made up your mind about leaving dear Stella?" she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Not exactly," he answered, teasingly.
"My proposition still holds," she said.
"How do I know how good you are in bed if I don't try it?" he asked. He was sounding very in-dependent.
"I learned how to skin a prick years ago, darling," she answered dryly. "No preview fucks."
"I'll clang your bell better than anyone ever did, baby," he chuckled. "How many times can you get off on one date?"
She trembled. He knew how this kind of talk stirred her. Maybe she should try the shoe on before buying it.
"Call me in a few days," she said.
"That's better. One good fuck won't hurt you."
"Bastard," she hissed. "I'm going to a party and now you've got me all turned on." She hesitated.
"You sound different, stud. Something happened?"
"You could say that," he hinted.
She opened her robe and pressed her cunt. She was wet along the slit, her clit was rising and stinging. When she didn't answer, he chuckled.
"Got your hand on it? Go ahead and get one, and I'll encourage you over the phone."
"Oh, damn you!" she flared, and dropped the ornate receiver. He was filthy. He could read her like a book, and he hadn't even kissed her. Or played with her tits, or her cunt. She stood, moving to her wide vanity. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples stood out against the sheer cling of her robe.
Fuck that party. She returned to the phone and dialed the number of her madam. She simply had to enjoy a Saturday night blowout. Two young pretty foxes would do nicely. She would prove to herself she didn't have to have prick.
If he didn't call by Tuesday or Wednesday, she would call him. Unless he answered she would simply hang up. Imagine, chasing an asshole like him! She had run off dozens of fortune-hunters, some not so bad. She had to have the hots for another woman's paid-for piece.
She used the phone again and cancelled the party date. A bunch of hens, anyway. Sitting around on their pampered asses, telling each other lies. She stretched out on her expensive bed and waited for the girls to arrive.
* * *
CHAPTER NINE
Matt was resting at the edge of the pool after a swim when the intercom buzzed. Only nine o'clock--he'd have her bred in good time. He moved inside and walked up the curved stair to her lavish bedroom. Stella rested on her butt in the center of the bed, naked. Rona appeared to be in the john; he heard water running.
"Looks good," he grinned, sliding his wet trunks to the expensive carpet. Her tits were fully swollen, her box expanded to reveal the pink inner labia. A pink flush spread across the upper slopes of her boobs.
"That looks delicious!" she cooed, staring at his stiffening cock. She writhed her ass, waving her legs. He never knew exactly what Rona did for two or three hours before he was called for her twice-a-month prick and spurt of semen.
Stella's mouth was always swollen, so they evidently did a lot of kissing, and surely some mutual cunnilingus. Rona said she got off a lot of times, but made sure Stella didn't. The old cunt sure took a long time to turn on.
He sank down at her right, as usual. She giggled happily, took his prick in her right hand as he fit his play hand on her cunny. Very juicy. Leaning over, he sucked one nipple, then the other, and gently pushed his middle finger into her cunt. She whined, her face twisted. Her soft, warm fingers played along his prick, down to his nuts; then she held her hand against her nose to breathe in the male aroma.
"Ohhh, darling!" she breathed, thrusting up on his hand.
"Gonna come real hard for me today, baby?" he murmured.
"Yesss!" she whispered, returning her eager hand to his cock. She squeezed it and shuddered. He teased her urethra, moved his cunt-slick finger up to her clit. He caressed it carefully, around the root, feeling it tense.
"Neat hard-on today, baby," he said around a nipple.
Rona came out of the john, naked. She moved around so Stella could watch her, opened her long, light-brown thighs and spread her puffed-out labia. Her pink girlie-cock was quite clearly visible. She clenched the mouth of her cunt.
"Ohhh!" Stella panted. "Ohhhh, Matt--I'm ready!"
Rona giggled, undulating her ass. He took the two fat pillows that were always handy, and fit them beneath Stella's ass. Her thighs swung away back, and she let go of his cock.
He poised for his stroke, shoulders high, knees apart. Carefully he nudged his cockhead between her labia, flexed his prick and slid it home. She moaned fiercely, her face contorted. Her hands went to her tits. He drew way out, stroked in very hard and fast.
"Come off, baby!" he urged. "Come off hard!"
She cried out, her cunt began fluttering around his meat, her hands dug at his shoulders, and just as she started coming he did what he was being paid for--he hunched with bull-like fury into her twitching cunt. It took her seconds longer than most women to hit the peak. She huffed and puffed, she strained and yelled, and she didn't actually top out until his prick throbbed and he spurted his achy load into her box.
Her cunt churned, her flesh tightened with swift sweet clenches, her legs kicked, her head whipped from side to side. She was having her goodies around a prick--at long last. The violent after-pangs wrenched her entire body.--Her arms and thighs tightened around him convulsively.
She softened, panting like an old steam engine on TV, and pushed at him. He lifted away, his cock fell out of her cunt, still creamed with his load, and he walked out of the bedroom. Rona was settling between her employer's thighs before the door closed. The mulatto always 'finished' the fuck.
He went to his room, found a towel and wiped off his outfit. Two weeks of freedom now. He stretched out on his bed for a rest, thinking about Linda Field.
"Honey," Stella said to Rona, "I sure wish you could do that for me. I wouldn't need a man."
"I know," Rona giggled. "Get right down to it, there just ain't nothin' like a big hard cock goin' off."
"Does he get off in you, honey?" Stella asked.
"Ain't for quite a while. I told you that before, darlin', " Rona giggled. "He sure can make a fuck last. He gets me coming off so much I don't care if he blows his wad or not!"
They both laughed. It was nice to have a man around the house--and to show off to that greedy cunt, Susy Hall. She sure wanted him. Stella wondered how high she'd gone.
* * *
Susy watched her two young concubines prepare for their duties. On such short notice the madam had come up with some fine-looking pussy. The blonde fox was on the short plump side, the red-head had showgirl legs, narrow ass and her tits weren't as heavy as the blonde's. Both looked around nineteen.
"Panties and heels for starters," Susy giggled, stretched on her bed. The thin wrapper was draped across her cunt, but her tits were out. She was proud of them, plenty of girls ten years younger couldn't match her boobs.
"Boy, this sure is some place!" the blonde cooed. Her name was Tammy. The redhead called herself Zena.
"You girls have a drink if you like," Susy said, waving at the refresliment table. "But no pot or anything up your nose except a finger."
"We're clean," Zena giggled, the first to strip. Her bikini panties were light green. Tammy wore black, of course, the traditional color for blondes. Her tits were gorgeous, round, high and firm-looking. Such tiny pink nipples.
"We belong to the Actors' Guild," Tammy said proudly. "TV commercials, you know."
"I made my side money on a director's couch," Susy laughed.
"This is gonna be funnn!" Tammy bubbled. "You're cool, Susy. You got it. Where's your man, overseas or something?"
"I just buy one when I get a hard-on for cock," Susy said. "Come here, Tammy, and fool around with me, huh?"
"I'll have a little drinkie," Zena said, wiggling over to the bedroom bar setup. "I'm glad you aren't into whips and leather and some of that freaky shit."
"I like my pussy straight, honey," Susy giggled.
Zena twitched her pretty ass and curved her tits out. They were pointy, little-girl boobs, with dark red nipples with wide, lighter red areola. Susy felt a tingle. As Tammy crawled down at Susy's right, she relaxed and let the blonde start the action.
"I haven't done this much," Tammy murmured, her right hand creeping to Susy's tits.
"All the better," Susy purred. "Got a stiff pecker for some guy, huh?"
"Yes, but he can't even see me! He's fucking one of those Junior Miss models. Jeeeese, she's only about eighteen."
Their cheeks touched, then their mouths, and Tammy's tongue writhed in, her full red lips opening wide. Her play hand felt wonderful on Susy's boobs. From the corner of her eye she saw the leggy redhead standing at the foot of the bed, a drink in her left hand, her right hand on her panty-covered cunt.
Now her fingers went inside the panties. She spread her legs, smiled and began playing with her outfit. Watching a girl masturbate was a neat turn on for Susy--she didn't really know why. Lots of men liked it, too. Tammy's hand now slid down to Susy's cunt, the warm little soft fingers caressed it as only a girl could, feathery touches, then out along the inner thigh flesh, then back home again, patting beautifully.
Their tongues chased back and forth and Susy was having some sharp stings of arousal. Matt's call had wet her cunt, but she had freshened it since. The core of need he had excited was still there, though. Juice was flowing again; her clit was rising sweetly. Tammy's clinging mouth broke free, and she teased a finger around Susy's urethra. Nnnnnnnn.
"Kiss my tits now, honey," Susy murmured, curving her cunt up, spreading her legs.
"Oh, you're so sexy!" Tammy breathed.
Zena had just a medium turn-on, so far. The tremendous house and grounds, all this show of wealth, tingled her more than watching that chubby blonde fox do her thing with Susy. She must have millions! Damn, would I love to live here! If I give her a good fucking It was all so impossible, though. This Hall cunt could buy the very best. And Zena knew she was not a ten, or even an eight. She had such youthful-looking tits, she was often used in bra ads. In the right outfit she could pass for sweet sixteen. There was a boyish cast to her features, the kind of look in fashion right now.
She had made some neat tips, doing her call-girl thing with older men, especially if she pretended she was on her first pay date. Most of them knew it was shit, but studs were great dreamers. Flinching a little when they got the cock in was a big help, too. Most had very small pricks. The real stallions didn't have to buy it.
The trouble with lez-fucking was you couldn't pretend to go off. Women knew. They also had to pay a lot more because the date often lasted longer. Some of those old cunts took hours to get off. This was a two-hundred buck night, and most men drew only a hundred, for her share. She had no idea what the total fee was. Broads never tipped, though. It kind of evened out.
She never worried about selling her cunt--millions of housewives did it all the time. The chances of her nailing some very rich old fucker were dwindling every day. You had to be very, very sexy to draw even a second glance around L.A. Fuck, maybe she'd go back home to Iowa and work in a factory.
Susy was getting off already. Tammy had a nipple in her mouth, her hand on Susy's clit, and the rich bitch whimpered. Her face went out of shape, her thighs quivered, she bucked up on Tammy's hand. Susy wasn't that old, about in her prime, re-ally. She was getting a pretty hard one.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, relaxing, her eyes closed. "Ohhh, fuuuuck! That's good!"
"Oh, you come so nice!" Tammy gurgled, patting Susy's dark-haired wet box. The blonde was excited, too. They had been on two jobs together, previously. One real old man and one fat widow. The girls had taken turns eating the woman.
For a warm-up, Zena had fucked Tammy, and she'd hit her goodies right away. Zena had always been slow, she didn't even masturbate very often. Every pussy to her own pace. One minor TV assist-ant producer had given her what she considered a damn good fucking, but he hadn't called her again.
She never went off with the johns, but she could put on a hell of an act. Maybe when she was out with a guy she liked, she still pretended too much. She didn't even have a steady girlfriend. Now and then she went to a bar and picked up some hungry-looking pussy. That was fun.
"Want me to fuck you now, Susy?" Tammy asked. Playing with a woman as attractive as Susy had Tammy's clit achy.
"No, but I want to eat you, sweetie," Susy giggled.
"Neat!" Tammy purred. "Me on top?"
"Right." She looked over at Zena. "And you can eat me."
"Love it," Zena smiled. But Tammy knew she was faking, as usual. The redhead was basically cold, but good to be on a date with; she didn't try to fuck Tammy on the way home or afterward, like some of the other chicks she'd worked with.
Tammy appealed to all ages of females. One old broad who had Tammy over to her big home about twice a month said she was like a live teddy bear, so soft and sweet and cuddly. Several old men on the madam's list asked for her, too. She acted helpless and naive, which was pure hokum.
Plenty of both men and women didn't want one of those liberated, aggressive cunts. Tammy could do it, like she just had with Susy, but she was at her best on the receiving end. She gave good measure, too. She enjoyed sex, and she went off with her customers because she felt they deserved the real thing.
She climbed over above Susy, her thighs opened, her pussy just inches from the rich woman's mouth. A mirror above the head of the bed let her see Zena start after the cunt that had just gone off. Apparently Zena 'had a mouth' for pussy. She seemed to get more assignments for cunt-nibbling than any other type.
Susy's hands gripped Tammy's hips, drew her crotch down, and the wealthy brunette went to work. Oh, she knew how! Funny thing, women seemed to have an instinct for it. Men didn't. Like mouth-kissing. Nobody ever had to teach a girl how, and some men were terrible at it.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna come!" Tammy breathed.
No answer except more gentle sucking around her clit nub. Terrific! Sip, sip, tease. Stings of delight swept through Tammy's pelvis. She opened her thighs farther, whimpered with joy. Susy was going for the downs, her lip movements quickened.
"Yesss, make me come, honey!" Tammy gasped.
Susy's hands dug into Tammy's ass, her mouth fastened to Tammy's tensing clit, she sucked greedily. Ohhh, the honey fun started! Tammy squealed. Her cunt mouth did its little clenching thing, the nuances of ultimate delight were simply far, far out!
Just as she started into her after-fun, Susy pushed her away, and Tammy lifted her cunt, swinging around on her back. She took her pussy in hand and rubbed it, finishing her goodies. Susy was about ready to go off, which was why she'd signaled Tammy to move it. Zena was doing her job.
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck!" Susy cried, her legs drawing back. "That's real good, baby!"
Zena's red head moved in the traditional cunt-lapping fashion, staying with the clit, a finger sliding around in the cunt. Tammy rubbed her pussy until the luscious tingles eased away, reached over and began to fondle Susy's tits. She nodded eagerly. Zena was toying with her lust, drawing her up near the peak, then holding back.
Tammy had loved her share of cunts with her mouth and tongue, and a girl she often went with on photo assignments was especially appreciative, although there was no money involved. A sixty-nine with Tina was just delightful. Tina didn't dare date or show up in public--she was married to a big stud of a truck driver.
"Ohhh, pop me, honey!" Susy panted, her face twisting.
"We're gonna bring it real good for you," Tammy breathed around a nipple. She sucked delicately, watching Zena. Zena was lipping the woman's clit for the. finish. Susy yelled, her pampered body shook, her thighs jerked, and she broke it.
Tammy hung on to the jiggling nipple. Susy clutched at Tammy while the hot pangs of joy swept the woman's body. She went off pretty damn good, much harder than before. That's what these double-up assignments were all about. Susy acted like she might hand over some tips.
Tammy understood why so many rich old twats bought their enjoyment. They had to deal with someone they could trust. There were so many super con artists around these days, guys and broads both. Then there was blackmail. Why did the world have to be so ugly? Anything for a buck.
"What about me?" Zena purred. She had wiped her mouth.
"Come up here and let me thank you, too, honey," Susy smiled. "You girls are a hell of a team."
"We'd love to visit you again, Susy," Zena purred, snuggling down at Susy's left. She fondled the redhead's tits.
"I think we can do that," Susy giggled. She looked at Zena. "You haven't had your goodies."
"Oh, I will!" Zena laughed. "You want to eat me, sugar?"
"Wait till I recover!" Susy giggled. "That one took a lot out of me."
All three laughed. Females got along so well in bed together. All it took was money.
* * *
CHAPTER TEN
Linda Field had a wet pussy before she even climbed into the car Matt was driving. He had called earlier to confirm their date, and an hour later cut flowers had arrived. No man had ever sent her flowers. It was so old-fashioned and romantic! And, ohhh, how she loved it.
"You look terrific," he smiled, his eyes gliding along her figure. He had suggested casual dress, so she had put on her newest and tightest pants, open-down-the-front shirt, and high heels. He looked so young in his outfit, and the memory of that first date had raged through her mind all day.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, sliding closer. "The flowers were wonderful!"
He drove down to Newport Beach, pulled in at a lounge, cafe and motel complex, and they went right to the bar. A lot of skin showing--apparently some of the customers had been down to the beach. The young blonde waitress wore an abbreviated bunny outfit, her tits underwired forward like balloons.
They ordered martinis, very dry. The waitress cooed pleasantly, giving Matt a clear view between her Goodyear Blimp boobs. She undulated away in the rosy twilight and Matt grinned.
"She wants in your pants," Linda giggled. The round corner booth was cozy and she rubbed her left thigh against his leg.
He reached under and squeezed her knee. "This is what I want, Legs."
"I thought you were a tit-man."
They laughed. Things were going well. They had decided not to talk business.
She hated Purdy's plan. When Matt found out, things between them would be all over. She was going to enjoy him as often as she could before the axe fell. In some ways he was not very bright, probably the reason he'd been a paid lover most of his life.
When had he fucked Stella Fordham last, and how often did he do it? Was there any real emotion involved? She was not bad-looking, her picture had been in the Times business section a while back. A man couldn't do as many 'tricks' as a woman whore. Ohh, but he sure made it fun!
His hand crept inward toward her crotch, and she trembled. Thankfully, she had brought a fresh pair of panties. The ones she wore were already damp along her crevice. Her nipples were erect against her shirt. She reached over and lightly touched his basket. He grinned.
The cocktails came and their hands remained beneath the lip of the table. The girl's tits almost fell out of her imagine d�colletage. She made change, showing off.
"Lucky you," she said to Linda. "Where'd you find a stallion like him?
"I'm his personal secretary," Linda giggled. "Honey, you need any help, just call. I'm Terri, I'm off in half an hour."
"Well, thanks, Terri," Linda said, winking. "I just might do that."
Tern twitched, giggled, and left. Like hell I will, Linda thought. This is mine for today! I can give him all the pussy he needs.
"She sure is casual about it," Linda said. "I shouldn't ask, but how do you manage a party with two girls?"
"Ah, forget her," he smiled. He sipped at the martini with his left, hand and pressed her cunt mound. She drew her seeking hand back, tasted her cocktail. Good. So were the rich tingles spreading through her crotch. She was hot enough with-out feeling him!
She had other. reasons to feel elated today, too. Just a few hours earlier an attorney for her Aunt Lillie's estate back in Iowa had called her. Lillie had died several weeks earlier, an extremely wealthy spinster, and the attorney said she had left the bulk of her money to Linda.
Incredible! The papers were being sent to a prominent firm of attorneys in L.A. for finalization. They would be contacting Linda on Monday. Her share, after taxes, would be nearly five mil-lion. Properly invested, the money would mean she could live like Midas on the interest. Not that she could buy a yacht or a private jet, but God--she could travel and kiss Western Computers on the ass.
It had also occurred to her that she could buy herself some prick. She might even be able to afford Matt. . . .
"You're different today," he said, his eyes on her tits. He had noticed the change the moment he had picked her up at her apartment. Somehow he sensed the cause was not entirely sexual. He had been around a lot of brainy cunts, so he didn't really care. Susy Hall's proposition still intrigued him.
He was sure, when he got his meat into her, he could wangle a better deal. All that shit about total fidelity had to be tossed out of the barn window, like other manure. He finished his cocktail and gave the cunt curve a squeeze. Keep her purring.
"I feel different, too," she said. "Why don't we invite Terri over to the motel?"
"Up to you, Linda. Ever tried it?" Cunts!
"Nooo. I'm curious!"
His knob tingled. The more pussy, the better. "Let her know. She's looking this way."
Ten minutes and another martini apiece later they were in the motel unit he had reserved. Terri would be around soon. He got Linda around the waist and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her fine, shapely tits. The small dark nipples were already stiff.
"You are a tittie-man!" she giggled, watching his fingers.
"And you haven't been getting enough," he chuckled.
"God, no! I want a tremendous fucking today."
A knock on the door surprised him. He opened it and Terri slipped fragrantly inside. "I got off early, kids."
She wore snug shorts and a halter, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her full lips bright carmine. About twenty-one, fresh and excited. She looked at Linda's bared tits.
"Nice set, honey."
"Not like yours!. " Linda exclaimed. She was blushing.
What got into me? Linda asked herself, shivering. I might turn clear off! That money's gone to my head, or to my pussy! I don't care, I'm going to have funnnn! Won't hurt me to try some pussy. I might even like it!
"I've ordered more drinks, my treat," Terri smiled, unfastening her halter. "Do I get some feels now, stud?"
Matt grinned, helped her with the halter, and moved her to the edge of the king-size bed. He sat her down at his left, got her around the naked waist with his left arm and cupped her big melon breasts, one and then the other.
Linda stared, fascinated. Her clit was lifting, a strange latent thrill hurried through her senses. She had been Miss Proper all her life. It was time to try new things. This cuddly, well-padded blonde had seen right through Linda. Out with a man twice her age, looking for excitement.
Now he was kissing Terri. Their tongues were visibly stroking back and forth while he teased her cherry-red nipples. She had her left hand on his cock-bulge, her soft-looking thighs opened invitingly.
Linda removed her opened shirt and peeled her fashion pants to the floor, fingers shaking. This wasn't just the gin; she loved the whole idea, the whole scene. Matt had shaken her deeply. She needed some added allurement to soften the blow of his charisma. He was no damn good, and the sooner she realized it the better.
A rap on the door didn't draw Terri away from Matt, so Linda went to answer. It was the new waitress with a tray. She came right in, giggled, put the drinks on a table and split. Linda locked the door. Matt had his play hand inside Tern's shorts; they were still sucking tongues.
Finally Tern broke it up, her cheeks pink, her nipples very stiff, the cones of her big tits as puffy as her mouth.
"Mmmmmm--funnn!" she gurgled, patting Matt's basket. "I could use that drink."
In heels and panties, Linda brought the tray over to the bed. Each took a glass. Terri slid her eyes up and down Linda's body. "You've got it, honey. Are you a model?"
"No. I bet you could do bra ads, though."
Teri ran her tongue out. "Let's have our drinks and let's us fool around a little, huh?"
"Cool," Linda said. She sank down at Terri's left. They all sipped at their cocktails--just like that!
"You don't mind, do you, stud?" Terri giggled.
"Hey, please the girls," he chuckled.
"Men are all alike, Linda. Think they can handle a harem, and most can't take care of one good hot pussy."
"Wait and see, baby," Matt grinned.
Terri Wood hadn't seen such a nice, clean-limbed pussy for months. Not one who acted interested, anyway. Leggy brunette types were her speed. And sophisticated studs like Matt. The Pussy Galore Lounge lived up to its name; it was a great spot for pickups. The owner didn't allow any dogs hanging around. The word soon got out, and there were many different ways to run off the creeps.
If chicks picked up chicks, okay. But no gays! Plenty of spots around for those fuckers. For steady stuff Terri preferred cunt, but men could be exciting, too. They would buy groceries and pay apartment rent. Most girls were stingy as hell. Right now she was between live-ins. A fat politician from Sacramento came down once in a while and gave her a picture of Ben Franklin for a good fuck.
He called her Dolly and went nuts about her tits. He couldn't make it in her pussy, so she always ended up sucking it out of his old tired berries. His wife had cut him off years before. Poor bastard.
Terri picked up the empty glasses, took them to the vanity, and slid her shorts and panties to the floor. Matt applauded. Linda blushed. Jeeeese, hadn't she ever fucked a chick?
"You can't get it on with your panties on, honey," Terri joked.
"You were doing pretty good a while ago," Linda said. But she stood and peeled down her panties. Her cute little box was wet and expanded, her nipples erect, her cheeks flushed. She sat on the bed, and Terri came over, dropping down at Linda's left.
"You start it, Linda," Terri cooed, snuggling in. "I think you might be good at this!"
"Why, you young sexy fox, you."
Linda shuddered. This was what she wanted! Already the inherited money had touched her personality, but it was more than that. She was active with Matt, and if she did go lesbian she'd be in charge. Terri had known it immediately.
Linda had never let sex stand in the way of pro-motions at Western Computers; in fact, being an attractive young woman had helped her. The big companies were moving girls into positions of authority. Not the top jobs, but close. In marketing and finance she was the best, and she knew it. It was a family corporation, and the big stockholders treated her with great respect.
Maybe she'd ask them for a hell of a raise. She was very independent now. And if she liked pussy, she would have much more of it! She moved her left arm around Terri's silky waist, her right hand went to those mountains of red-peaked flesh, and the blonde cooed like a baby.
I like it, I love it! Linda thought, shivering. I'm going to build that house I want, the kind for singles, and I'll have chicks around to play with. Studs had better be very skillful, like Matt.
She took Terri's opening lips, their tongues flicked and jabbed, and the the feel of the blonde's huge tits sent tingles through her whole body. It was so good to take over. No more sneaky espionage for her--more sneaking into pretty girls' panties! She already knew she'd be returning to the Pussy Galore Lounge, she and Terri could date, just two girls. Toss in another chick!
Terri sank back op the bed, their mouths came unglued, and Linda glided her play hand between the plump, warm thighs. Matt had moved to a chair that faced the bed. He was sipping his fresh martini, naked, his cock not really hard yet. He acted almost bored. That conceited bastard!
"Ohhhh, neat!" Tern breathed, as Linda toyed around with the blonde's little hardening cit bud. Her thighs opened farther, she pushed her tits up invitingly. It occurred to Linda now that Terri's boob show back in the lounge had been for her benefit, too.
"Slide over and let's fuck!" Linda breathed.
"Cooool!" Terri giggled. She rolled to the middle of the bed, spread her rich, plump thighs. Her lightly fuzzed pussy was ten times more alluring than Linda had ever imagined another girl's cunt could be.
Now she'd have those tits! She glided between Terri's legs like she'd been doing it for years. Their cunts met and pressed, and Linda fastened her mouth on the left nipple. God! Terri's ass simply curled upward, and she moaned as their twats flamed together! Linda hunched slowly, feeling the honeyed stings of joy fly through her loins.
The soft, fragrant young body had a pillow-like sensuality not at all like a man's muscular hardness. Moving her hips, thrusting like a man filled a void in Linda's being. She adored top-riding a prick and she loved fucking this girl. Oh, how much of this nice velvety stuff had she missed?
"Ohh, honey--you're gooooooooooooood!" Terri breathed, her nipple hardening in Linda's mouth.
Linda didn't answer. She started kissing the other nipple, feeling their cunts quiver and twitch, their cuts now sliding juicily together. Just think how much cute, sexy pussy there was out there! All kinds of it.
"Ohh, ohhh, I'm cumin', honey!" Terri gasped, clutching at Linda's shoulders. "Fuck me hard!"
Linda shuddered, hunched faster, faster! Her clit was tensing, burning. Their cunts jiggled as Tern bucked upward. Linda lost her lip-hold on the nipple. Terri was shaking and whimpering, her pretty face contorted. The fast twinges of her climax started Linda's pussy fun! The plump bod had surprising agility. She was bucking like an electronic horse!
Linda cried out as the swift nuances of her orgasm grabbed at her loins and tore through her upper body, her tits, and even the top of her head! She was a lusting animal, pounding her cunt at the sweet, quivering pussy beneath her. . . .
* * *
Arthur Frost hated these shitty Sunday assignments. He had followed Dodson again, found a convenient parking spot in a park that lay on higher ground than the motel-lounge setup. Dottie, his new eager young wife, was holding dinner for him. How she loved to pamper him!
Thinking about the beautiful fucking he had given her the night before started his prick swelling. Before he'd dumped his load, she'd gone off four times. That big, plump body just seemed to melt around him. He'd give her a matinee as soon as he reached home--then they'd have dinner.
Fuck! He had all the info he needed for today. Matt had two young cunts. He'd be there for hours, maybe the rest of the day and night. Stella would have his report in the morning. Nothing new, really. He'd taken on two cunts before. That long-legged Linda was quite a beauty.
Arthur started his car and headed for home. What was better on a weekend than a nice long afternooner and then a leisurely dinner. He patted his cock lump and drove faster. . . .
* * *
Matt watched the two cunts finish their fuck. So what else was new? He had a medium hard-on. This kind of scene always drew sap out of his knob, and he did want to hump the big-titted blonde--she had fine hip action. He already knew how good Linda was around his meat.
"Well, who wants cock?" he asked, feeling the gin.
"Oh, I think Terri needs it first," Linda giggled, crawling back to the foot of the bed. She walked into the john and closed the door. He left the chair, moving over near the bed.
"That's some hunk of meat, tiger," Terri cooed. She wiped her cunt on a corner of the bedspread. "Kind of turned you on, huh?"
"Yes, I like the way you get off, Terri."
"When it's comin' I just gotta show it!" she laughed.
He moved onto the bed, crawled between her spread-apart thighs and aimed his cock at her up-curved box, all puffed and slick. She shivered, reached down and guided his tool to the box. He nudged it slowly home, and she moaned.
"Damn, that's really in there!"
"Good pussy," he grinned, tensing his meat. Fairly snug, already quivering. Might be worth seeing her again. He braced on his knees and hands.
"Okay, come up on it, baby."
"Jeeeeesus!" she breathed, getting that limber crotch action working. "It's clear up in my liver!"
"Come off when you want to, baby," he chuck-led.
She hunched and rested, her face contorting. "Ohhh, I never had so much prick, honey!"
"After a while you can top it," he grinned.
She whined and started up-thrusting again. She tried to hold back, to drag it out, but she was too far into her goodies. Her big tits arched, her face grew taut, her fine plump ass jiggled excitingly. The first twang of her fun bow shook her hard. Her cunt squeezed, then started spasming with more enthusiasm than he'd really expected for a girl her age.
"Uhh, uh, ahhhhhhh--ohhhhh, OHHH!"
He gave her one big stroke and then kept it rammed deep while she shook and whimpered and dug her fingers at his arms. Not too bad at all. Not in it with Linda, though. She hunched and finally softened, her flushed face relaxing.
"Boy, you can have this pussy whenever you want it, you horsy'
"I'll be around again one of these days, baby."
"You'd better be!" She glanced at the bathroom door and whispered. "If you don't want to bring Linda I can line up a real young fox I know. Just turned eighteen."
He chuckled, and drew out. She sighed, staring at his prick. Linda came out of the john, giggled, and crawled on the bed at Terri's right.
"I believe I heard some chick having her. goodies!" Linda said, watching Matt. He was sitting back on his heels. She was all fresh again, eager for cock. Pussy was fun, but prick really was oodles better. And he was her date for this-day.
* * *
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I didn't realize you had such fine tits, Susy," Matt smiled, eyeballing her in the dark blue silk pajamas.
"You smooth bastard," Susy purred, relaxing on the deep sofa in her huge living room. "All you can see in me is money, just like you do with Stella."
"Hell, you're at least ten years younger, baby," he grinned. The silk clung to her superlative body like glue, and he was getting a hard-on. He had proposed taking her to a imagine motel, but she had a deep fear of being seen and recognized. He knew he was lucky to be here at all.
She had arranged for all the servants to be gone. He had even parked out back, in deep shadow. She was acting like a junior-high virgin in Daddy's living room, letting the boyfriend sneak a few feels.
This was Tuesday evening. A lot hinged on how Susy went for his charm and his prick. Stella would never give him more than he was getting, and he had pilfered about all the company plans he was going to get. No important-looking envelopes had appeared in her home safe.
Things with Linda had cooled, although she said she still would accept any important microfilm he could come up with. Her company was ready to pay. He really shouldn't be giving away what he could sell--his prick and his expertise. Linda was acting too damned independent. He'd been in there twice. He might go back sometime and give Terri Wood another bouncing. Those big tits were exciting. Linda liked them, too.
"Is this how you operate?" Susy giggled. "Just talking about it? You want a drink or something?"
"No," he grinned, sliding over close. "I want some pussy."
Susy Hall shuddered. She had to have him. Even though they had danced only twice, barely touching where it counted, his virile appeal hit her like a physical blow--right in the cunt. She had saved herself since Saturday night, and her cunny was already wet. Coming in the house, he hadn't even kissed her.
Now his left arm slid across her shoulders, and a sweet tremor shot up her legs to her crotch. During her years around Hollywood, running into all kinds of handsome studs and luscious chicks, not one had ever touched her deep, like Matt.
And she hadn't had a prick in her cunt in years, It had to be his cock. She realized, from stories she'd heard, that he had plenty of it, and knew how to use it. But that wasn't everything. She was like Stella, she wanted to own him, use him socially, show him off, take him on cruises, trips.
"You really think you could fuck just me, Matt?" she purred, tipping her mouth up. "That's how it has to be, you know."
"I need lots of it, baby," he grinned. "Have you got that contract ready?"
"We can go down to my lawyer's office tomorrow," she said. "Provided you give me a real good screwing!"
His arm tightened, his mouth came down to her lips, and his tongue drove smoothly into her mouth, big and virile. His free hand lifted to the deep slash in her pajama tops, his warm fingers slipped around her tits. God, it was beautiful! All her lesbian activities, her voyeuristic byways with hired studs and her fingers just weren't enough.
She had not turned on so fast in years! Of course, she'd been thinking and dreaming for days, and an hour before his arrival she'd been tempted to have a fast one on her fingers. As he lifted her tender, swelling breasts out of the pajama top, cuddling them and stroking her tingling nipples, she moaned and grabbed him around the neck.
His virile strength went through her like a bolt of electricity, erecting her clitoris, drawing more juice into her sheer party panties. That was all she wore beneath the jammies. She'd been a docile lover all her active sex life, she had never fucked on top, feeling it ungirlish, and no man had ever eaten her. She'd sucked a few cocks for special favors, like a new fur coat or a late-model car, or to wangle a part in a film.
With girls it was different--anything went. After all, a woman had to preserve a little decency! And some men didn't want a harlot, they wanted a broad who at least pretended she was rather "innocent." Let a man believe he was tearing her apart with this certain position and she had him hooked.
You couldn't trick a bastard like Matt. He had seen it all. Stella had bragged a little about how very, very sophisticated he was, that he could keep fucking for "just hours." Damn Stella! That old cunt would soon learn who had the most clout.
She thought he would never reach lower, to open her thighs and press her cunt mound. She lifted on his fingers, stabbing her tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his palm on her clit, let go of her mouth and kissed her tits. Ohhh, dreamy! She was heating all over, becoming sex feverish.
"Damn, damn!" she whispered.
"Get in my pants and hold my cock, baby," he murmured.
Her left hand shot to his basket. She unzipped his fly and reached in. His briefs were loose, and she negotiated his massive cock out in just seconds. Ohhhh, what a hunk of meat! It had to be all of ten inches long, thick as her wrist, and the knob--ohhhh, glory!
He lipped her nipples as they'd never been lipped before, in and out of his mouth, stinging, stiffening, almost flaming. Her upper breasts were turning a mottled pink, her cunt was oozing more juice, she was sure she did have a high fever.
His hand played faster. She quickly caressed his monster cock, hunched her ass upward. Ohhh, like magic her fun centers began to respond--she was going offff! She cried out sharply, her hips bucking up and down.
"Ohhh--ohhh fuuuuuuuck!"she yelled.
Her nipples hardened, her clitoris went crazy! Pang after pang of total delight pulsed from her little woman-cock. Her cunt mouth tightened convulsively, like it had a prick in it! The room hazed in front of her eyes and she rushed into the after-math with little cries of joy. "Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh--ohhhh!"
She fell back on the sofa, panting, slowly thrusting up against his fingers. She felt her fun juice leaking through her panties and the silk crotch of her pajama bottom. Ohhh, so quick and hard and beautiful!
"You big sexy bastard!" she breathed, still fondling his cock. It was wet on the glans, burning her fingers. When all that big muscle plowed into her cunt she'd go apeshit!
"Hey, not bad for fifty million worth of pussy," he chuckled.
"Let me suck it, honey?" she whispered, staring at the knob.
"Let's do it right--in bed," he grinned.
"I wouldn't want to mess up this sofa," she giggled. She let go of his cock and stood. Her legs wobbled, little twinges ran down them, then up to her cunt. Num, num, num!
The maid had prepared the bedroom as she'd re-quested. Blue silk pillows, matching sheets, lights turned low, several feather-soft towels. He looked around and whistled.
"Now this is living, Susy," he smiled.
"Oh, better than Stella's, huh?"
He moved in front of her, firmed his hands on her ass cheeks, drew her tits against his bare chest. He had removed his sport shirt downstairs. Her swollen breasts had a new sensitivity, and the feel of her nipples in the curls of his hair started her cunt aching again. She hunched at the under-ridge of his prick, and he began drawing her pajama bottoms from her hips, slowly, fondling her bare flesh as he progressed.
Already she was dizzy with need! She rolled her tits at his torso, her'bottoms dropped to the carpet, then she stood back while he removed her whisper-sheer panties.
"Beautiful," he murmured, caressing her thighs, gliding his hands up her body, lightly patting her cunt. Then he undressed, slowly, almost casually. The subtle male aroma, his all-over, light tan, his well-muscled body, his tremendous big cock, his large drivers made her dizzy again! She backed to the edge of the bed and sank down.
He moved down at her right and whispered in her ear. "Damn, you're sexy, Susy! How do you like it? What do you want first? I want everything to be just right for you."
"Oh, just like down below, only this time get that big hot thing in me!"
"Move over on the bed, sweet," he grinned.
In seconds they were side by side, and he started to show her what he had learned about women and their needs.
Matt had expected her to be different. Stella had mentioned that 'everybody' knew Susy bought clean young men and girls and indulged in awful orgies--that she was a slut. But then he should have known that no tongue was more vicious than that of a jealous broad.
He kissed her with lots of tongue, fondling her tits and thighs and cunt in traditional square routine. She was more submissive than most, turning on faster than most, and her cunt was soppy before he hardly touched it. He had to spread her thighs and guide her hand to his cock, but once she got her pinkies on it, her shivers and little gasps of joy showed how hungry she was.
Now for the cunt play and the nipple kisses. Gently up and down the slit, suck a nipple deep, tongue it, circle her larger-than-average clit, tease it to make her shiver and arch her tits. Now the finger gently in the cunt, arousing a low moan of de-light. Now a maw, but not tiny, either. It would be reasonably snug around his meat.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she breathed, squeezing his cock hard.
"Goooood pussy," he breathed around a nipple.
"Ohhh--get it IN me!" she cried, shuddering.
He went above her, taking his pillow with him. He helped lift her ass while he slid it under. He sat on his heels and fooled around with her cunt and inner thighs. Very good legs, a firm ass, smooth flat belly. Thick cunt bush, black as coal. The pink inner labia already were pooched out past the outer labia. She was shaking, breathing fast, her eyes glazed.
A good six, maybe seven. He lifted her legs, slanted them back, crawled forward and steered his prick to her box. As his knob parted the puffed-out cunt lips, she whined loudly, her tits lifted high, her thighs trembled--and he horsed it deep into this fifty-million-dollar cunt.
Susy cried out! God! He was so deep in her she felt nailed to the bed! Her cock-starved vagina tightened, a vivid cascade of heavenly thrills spread through her body, her clit began to throb, and now she screamed!
One deep stud stroke and she was going off! The clasping spasms of her cunt were unbelievable! Oh, it was not just that she'd waited so long for cock; it was sweeter and deeper and better than any sensual experience of her life! Her whole pelvis was wrenching and heaving, her cunt was grabbing at his cock!
Only one man had ever doubled her up like this, with padding beneath her butt, and she hadn't been really turned on. His puny five inches had hurt her, because she knew this pose shortened the vagina. Where all of Matt's prick was she had no idea, but it was there--where the action was!
She'd heard of the ultimate erotic experience, and she had just known it. She was still shivering and twitching around his deep-jammed prick, and the after-thrills were nearly as sharp and heavenly as the orgasmic convulsions.
She had even forgotten to yell out her usual words at climax! She had forgotten everything except the pounding glory of her ride to the sky. Sweet Jeeeeeesus! She had to have him now, at any cost! The reason Stella owned him was dramatically clear--he was giving her the ultimate sensual pleasure. On top of that, everybody in their circle knew Stella was fucking that leggy, pretty mulatto who lived there.
"Very fine!" Matt breathed against her tits. "You come off like a cannon"
If I tell him how I feel he'll want half my estate! she thought, shuddering. I know what he is, but I'm so gone on him I'm afraid to say anything!
"You're damn good, Matt!" she breathed.
"Want another one now, baby?"
"Let me rest a little, honey," she murmured. She stared as he drew that huge wet piston out of her cunt. The skin was peeled back, the whole purplish glans was fully exposed. Ohhh, what a vision, what a cock!
He sat back on his heels, grinning, caressing her thighs, which she had dropped back on the bed. The sweet high fever remained. She felt a kind of rich glow that warmed her entire being. She had been teased and stroked and loved and finally fucked by a master bedroom technician.
Rumor had it that he could hold his spurt for an entire session, and that sometimes he didn't shoot at all. Some kind of Oriental expertise he had learned in his travels. What he didn't know about girls and pussy had not yet been discovered! Beyond that, he obviously didn't know shit.
"Second thoughts?" he asked, patting her cunt.
"Ohhh, not on your life!" she breathed. "What are you going to tell Stella?"
"That you're younger and richer and better fucking," he smiled. "And you offer me more."
She giggled, writhing her ass. "Am I really better fucking?"
"Baby, you've got it all."
Mainly money, she thought. Damn. Stella isn't going to just roll over. If we start fighting and bid-ding on him, somebody's gonna get hurt. I know who to call when I want somebody's mind changed. Couple of busted legs or a face mashed in. She must have connections, too. Fuck! We simply can't start a war over this! There has to be a better way. . . .
* * *
Linda Field was checking the lingerie counter in Williams Department Store when a very engaging young blonde approached her. What a beautiful long-legged pussy!
"Haven't we met?" the girl smiled.
"I don't think so," Linda smiled. "But I wish we had."
Their eyes met, held, and Linda felt a neat little stir in the clit. Since her revealing threesome with Matt and Terri Wood she was looking at girls in a whole new way--and what she was seeing now sharpened her perspective.
"I work here, but I'm on a coffee break," the blonde said, her eyes flicking across Linda's sweatered boobs.
"Great," Linda smiled back. "I have the day off, and lots more of them."
"Spot across the street is nice," the sexy blonde said.
Crossing the street they exchanged names. Linda had given her notice at Western Computers, and Purdy had been rather nasty about it, so she had simply walked out. Screw him!
Most of her five million was already invested with a brokerage firm recommended by the attorney who had handled the deal, and she had a very comfortable balance in her checking account. She had not felt so wonderful in years. Free to do any-thing she wanted that was legal and not unhealthy!
In a rear booth over coffee Linda had to ask, "Where did you see me before, Janni?"
"Kind of embarrassing, really. My sister and I were having a weekend party with this big stud at a little cottage, and I followed him when he left for a 'hike: He met a girl, they exchanged some pack-ages, and--"
"Oh, that stud!" Linda broke in. She giggled. "I got some of that, too."
Janni rolled her eyes. "God, can he fuck."
"I know. He's a paid joy boy for a rich old broad in Beverly Hills."
"I knew it!" Janni said. "Lauren, that's my sister, and I were trying to find out who he was."
"Now you know," Linda said. "Is Lauren as sexy as you?"
"More, I think. Say, why don't you drop by our place tonight? She left her husband. We're sharing an apartment."
"Love to," Linda said, gazing at the sharply de-fined tittie thrusts inside Janni's blouse. The blonde took a deep breath and pushed them out farther, a casual little feminine gesture, but loaded with meaning.
Janni shivered as she watched Linda walk away down the street, that sweet rounded ass in the tight pants undulating suggestively. Janni's palm still tingled where Linda had teased it when they had pressed fingers in front of the cafe.
She's gonna fuck me, and I hope it's tonight! Janni thought. Talk about luck. I bet Lauren goes for her, too. We always get a hard-on over the same person. Jeeeeeese, she's sure got it. She must be on vacation, not working.
It was fun being picked up by a sensational, ripe, sexy brunette like Linda. She didn't appear to be the typical L.A. lesbian out on the make. She had class. She just hoped Linda wouldn't be turned off by the sister thing; they were not too proud of it themselves.
* * *
CHAPTER TWELVE
"This money is counterfeit, Mister Hodges," the savings and loan officer said to Matt Dodson.
Matt felt rage, then a coldness in his gut. He had met Purdy the day before, handed over his micro-film for a hundred grand. A new important envelope had appeared in Stella's safe, and he had proceeded as always.
"Impossible!" Matt blurted. "My last desposit was okay."
"Yes, but this isn't. We call it funny money. Somebody has given you the shaft, Mister Hodges."
He stormed out of the building and found a side-walk phone booth half a block away. That fucking sonofabitch!
When he finally got through to Purdy he was boiling.
"You dirty cocksucker!" Matt began.
"That's for giving us a phony layout the last time," Purdy said. "Somebody set you up. You're into us for a hundred good ones, so up your ass." The line buzzed.
* * *
"You look upset, darling," Stella said to Matt. They were on the patio, both wearing swim suits. "Remember, it's your night to fuck me."
"Yeah, I know, baby."
She smiled and patted his leg, her clit tingling. Poor jerk. He had pulled his scam for a while, photographing new designs, selling them to the competition. His trips to the savings and loan outfit in the valley, as reported to her faithfully by Arthur Frost, had puzzled her until she had learned how much Matt had put away--under a phony name.
He could not have skimmed off that much from his expense account, she realized. That was when she had substituted good electronics secrets for bad ones. He had gone to the well once too often. Let him keep his little nest egg; it wasn't enough to sup-port him for a month! Not the way he was used to living.
She had him by the balls. If he ever did try to split, she'd let Susy know and have one of his legs busted. She recalled her conversation with Susy only a week earlier.
The extremely wealthy and good-looking widow had dropped by the house. After the usual country club bullshit, they had gotten down to business.
"Stella, you know your big stud has fucked me, and plans to leave you."
"I have him followed most of the time," Stella smiled.
"I was sure you did, darling," Susy said. "Look, I have a plan. I offered him the moon, but I changed my mind. Why should we fight over him? Let's simply share him."
Stella felt a shock. "I know he's a prick and a two-bit thief, but. . . . I also know he fucks around. Please explain, darling."
"Well, he could live here a while, and then live with me," Susy smiled. "If we start bidding for his cock, he'd cost way too much!"
"Keep talking, honey."
Now, with the prospect of having that big hot thing driving in her cunt, she realized how right Susy was. When Susy went abroad she'd have him for her escort; in L.A. Stella would have him. After all, she liked his special services only about twice a month, and Susy needed it much more often. Beautiful!
* * *
Poor Matt really didn't know what had hit him. He 'sneaked' over to Susy's house at least twice a week, actually thinking he was putting one over on Stella. Evidently Susy was a very hot piece of ass, and she paid handsomely. But he wasn't getting a chunk of her real estate, or digging Stella for any more than she'd been paying.
"Been humping any more clean young girls, honey?" she said to Matt, her hand now on his cock lump.
He just grinned. He reached over and fooled around with her tits. She unfastened the halter so he could work better. At that moment Rona wiggled out of the house, wearing a tiny red bikini and very high heels.
"Want me to help get him up?" Rona giggled, twitching her beautiful ass.
"Naturally, honey," Stella smiled.
The deal with Susy had been changed to suit their tastes. Living arrangements weren't altered. Susy simply sent Stella an agreed upon amount every week. Susy was planning a bash in Las Vegas soon, and Stella had already given him 'permission' to 'take a trip' by himself.
Susy did not like the idea of him fucking around, but she had compromised, as smart business women often did. He would never change. Some of these new bold young cunts simply came up and asked him for a toss in the sack. Susy had cut down on his fooling around away from home. She was keeping him pretty damned busy.
"Get it out so we can play with it, stud," Rona giggled. "I've been ready for days."
"I won't be too greedy, honey," Stella laughed.
* * *
"Now this is the fun room," Linda Field said to Janni and Lauren. The furnished house she had bought not far from Williams Department Store was exactly what she'd been looking for. Almost new, with a huge rec room, three bedrooms, and a large space for entertaining just off the living room.
"Sexy," Janni enthused. "I love plenty of mirrors?'
"The better to see you with, my dear," Linda smiled, patting Janni on the ass.
Lauren shivered. The evening Linda had come by the apartment she was sharing with her pretty sister was still warm in her thoughts. As usual, the sisters went for the same kind of person, and two hours after Linda's arrival all three had been in the bedroom having a ball.
That leggy brunette fucked like a demon! An heiress, too. This house had cost a small fortune. Linda was having a housewarming party tonight, and Janni had invited Steve Lang. He and Janni had patched up their differences. He was losing some of his square edges.
Lauren hadn't fucked him yet, but after meeting him she knew she wanted it. At least he accepted the idea that sisters could share a man and still en-joy each other. What he would say about Linda being here too was still to be discovered.
Lauren had found a good job in the pharmacy section at William's. Working near Janni pleased her, and several eligible studs had asked her out. She wanted nothing more to do with Matt, that crappy old gigolo. Janni had been so right about him. But he had brought the sisters together. . . .
Steve Lang punched the doorbell of this extravagant house, wondering how Janni knew somebody this rich. Christ. It was in a very exclusive neighborhood and had to be in the three-hundred-grand bracket. As a builder he had a very good eye for values. Maybe he had the wrong address.
The heavy door opened and Janni stood there, looking as delicious as ever. Behind her was Lauren and a slightly older young woman, a fabulous brunette. What the hell kind of housewarming party was this?
"Well, bring it in here, Steve," Janni giggled. When the door closed, she went on. "Meet Linda Field, owner of this spread. You know Lauren."
"Pleased," Linda smiled, taking his hand, rubbing a finger on his palm. "How would you like to entertain three pussies?"
"Jeeesus, is this for real?" he muttered.
"You come highly recommended," Linda said, glancing at Janni. "I can see she was right. Come on in and have a drink"
He grinned. He was learning. Janni took his arm and led him to the rec room. She brushed a firm, unrestrained tittie at his shoulder and he peered down inside her imagine low-cut blouse. She murmured in his ear.
"I promised you some fun, honey. Shocked?"
"I'll survive," he chuckled.
"I was sure you would," she giggled. Her hand slid across his buns. "Who wants to get serious and uptight about some nice clean fooling around?"
Linda was delighted. Steve was all Janni had promised, and more. About the right age, hand-some enough, outdoorsy. Certainly not native to California. His tight pants held an interesting bulge. She'd been too busy with her house and getting settled to think much about sex. Tonight she was letting it all hang out.
If he pooped out, the lovely blonde sisters would do very nicely, thank you. She was well rid of Matt, the old predictable sex machine. When he couldn't get it up anymore, he'd be in real trouble. Purdy had gotten over his mad, and had told her he had slipped Matt a hundred grand in funny money--and, as expected, the microfilm was phony. Obviously, Stella had set him up.
Served the fucker right for stealing from his benefactor.
She slipped behind the bar and started mixing a big shaker of martinis. Steve said he wanted bourbon, neat. He sat on a bar stool between the pretty sisters, who were both fondling his basket. Janni had her titties out of her gaping blouse. Slow pop music oozed from the concealed speakers, the lights were down low.
Linda was not sure yet she wanted Janni and Lauren living here. They might interfere with her pleasure plans. They made delightful now-and-then companions, however. Let them support themselves. Most of the time she liked being alone.
"How're we gonna spread the man around, Linda?" Lauren giggled, bringing her tits out of her blouse.
"One of us will have to be a 'guy,' honey," Linda smiled. "Kind of take turns." She served the drinks and moved around to sit beside Janni.
"Love it," the young blonde purred. '"How long has it been since we fucked, Linda?"
"Too long," Linda said, reaching down between Janni's long, shapely thighs. She saw Steve going after Lauren's mouth and tits, and Lauren was feeling around inside his pants. Linda opened her dressy shirt. Janni turned on the stool, and their mouths met, tongues jabbing. They played with each other's bare tits, then the-crotches. Linda was getting up real fast.
She was having so much fun she hardly noticed that Steve and Lauren had disappeared. Right now she wanted pussy, Janni's fine, hot little tutti. Janni's nipples were hard, she was breathing unevenly, the vibrations were just beautiful.
They broke apart and Linda whispered. "They're gone, they're probably already flicking. Do we need them?"
"No!" Janni breathed. "I have to tell you, honey. Lauren and I aren't hung up on each other anymore! She's moving out of my apartment right away. You're the one I've been wanting."
"Sweetie, you're the first chick I ever fucked, and Lauren was the second, and I have to tell you--I came with you like cock was out of style! Come on, let's find a bed."
The master bedroom was empty. Linda didn't know where Steve and Lauren were, and she didn't give a damn. She and Janni undressed quickly, giggling, having a few light feels.
"I haven't had any since our threesome," Janni murmured, sprawling out on the bed. "Lauren wants to get married. Jeeeese! You'd think she'd had enough of that prick, Jed."
Linda leaped onto the bed.
* * *
Lauren felt Steve's big cock squeezing into her cunt. Oh, how she had missed it! Matt had shown her what real meat could do for her, and he had been an awful disappointment. And more than twice her age. Forget it!
Steve was young and full of sap, and Janni was a silly fool for not digging her hooks in. Some girls weren't cut out for marriage. Life with Jed hadn't been all bad. She liked the steadiness of it. Steve had a good business, he could support her in the style she liked--and deserved! After all, she was a very sexy-looking pussy.
"Ohhh! "she moaned, feeling the bed ride her ass slowly up and down, his big hard cock socking in deep and true.
"God, that's good!" he muttered, pausing. His cock flexed, her cunt flesh tightened beautifully, shooting wild thrills all through her bod.
"Darling, it's the best cock in the world!" she gasped. "Ohhh--I'm coming! Hold back, please! Ohh, ohh--God! Ohhh! Ohhh, hit me, fuck me, fuck me!
Far, far away she heard a girlish giggling. Maybe in the next bedroom. Oh, let them have their pussy rubs and turn-around. Her thing was big, young virile, sliding, pumping cock! She shouted as the heavenly convulsions ripped her loins. Oh, Steve was going off, too. But no worry, he could blast her cunt with another load later. His deep groan of release, the hot throb of his prick, her spasming cunt clutching around it . . . nothing would ever be so wonderful.
* * *
"I hope they don't tear that bed down," Linda purred, her play finger circling Janni's pretty little clit.
"I think Lauren always did like cock better than me," Janni giggled softly. Her warm fingers stroked across Linda's swollen tits, bringing the nipples up sharply.
"Don't think I don't like cock, too," Linda giggled. "We have to agree that a cocksman like Matt makes it almost better than anything. I was sure I was 'in love' with him! Shee-itt. He sells it."
They both laughed. Linda glided over between the blonde's long, velvety thighs, glue-clamping her cunt to Janni's pussy. Already they had fucked enough to know just how each liked it, and while nibbling pussy was delicious, and a stroking dildo was fun, this was their best lick. Dominant girl doing the humping. Close and intimate, tittie to tittie, mouths free to kiss, take tongue, give it back, stroke and writhe.
When she can get away from her job we'll take some trips, Linda thought. Two nines like us can always attract studs and girls. We ought to try the Orient first. The big cities have joy houses for girls, too. Anything. Nummmmmm!
Naturally, nobody could fuck all the time. Linda knew she would be into something one of these days, after she was settled in well in her house. She was a fine golfer, and only a few months earlier had been offered a job as assistant to the pro at a very exclusive course for older women. The pro was a great old fart who wouldn't be trying any ass-grabbing.
She would be hiring a maid, too. Not a live-in. Her independence was too important. So was her privacy. If she wanted to sit at the breakfast table, look at a girlie magazine and play with her cunt, okay. If she chose to walk around the house naked, she could. Or swim in the pool nude.
"Ohhh, I'm ready to get off, honey!" Janni breathed, shuddering. Her legs swung back farther. She wanted a full pussy press for this one.
"I'm gonna break mine, too, baby," Linda murmured, hunching faster. "Jeeesus, it's good to-night!"
"Uhhh!" Janni answered, her beautiful face turning pink and twisting. As wonderful as it was to feel the hard pulse of a prick in her deeps, the nuts tight against her clasping labia, there was still a special sensation when a hot girl blew her goodies.
It was all so new for Linda. Almost like the time she had discovered what that thing between her legs could do when she fondled it and then whipped it. Whoooeeeee! She looked at sexy chicks now with more than envy and curiosity. She could wonder if they would be good fucks.
She hunched slowly toward her crest, knowing Janni was getting there, too. Linda and Lauren had not been that good together, the intimacy had not been like this. But she was definitely not going to let herself get hooked on only one pussy. It was everywhere.
She intended to try a mulatto, a redhead, one of those voluptuous-looking Chicano chicks, and maybe even an Oriental girl. And if a very agreeable, good-looking stud came around, she'd skin his cock. With her own house and her own money she had it made. Her guests would have sex the way she liked it--or goodbye, Irene.
"Ohhh, ohhh--hit me, honey!" Janni gasped. Her little sharp titties arched upward, her legs trembled, her cute ass bucked, and Linda gave her the go-go thrusts. Ahhhh, yess! The stings of de-light bladed up her shaking thighs, the juicy squish of cunt on cunt reached her ears, her clit tensed, pulsed, and she went offfff.!
Oh, their cunt mouths tightened in almost perfect cadence, and their cries of erotic delight came from their throats at the same ecstatic instance. Linda hunched with furious abandon as the glory thrills flooded her whole being. Ohhh, the room teetered a little, her vision hazed. Sweet Jeeeeeeesus!
She slowed her thrusts as the sugary twinges of relief bathed her crotch and body. She softened down on Janni, panting in her fragrant blonde hair, feeling the tremors of response flow from her cunt to Janni's cunt. It was the best fuck they'd ever had.
"Lordy, how I love it!" Janni panted softly.
"We'll have lots more, honey," Linda purred. "The next time you line up some good-looking party stud, just bring him around and we'll try him out."
"Natch!" Janni giggled, her legs dropping. "We need some cock once in a while."
They both laughed.
* * *
Matt cradled Susy Hall's bountiful tits in his hands and watched her hunch and play along to her next climax. The bitch never got enough. She'd gone without sliding prick for many years, and evidently she was trying to make up for all the meat fucks she'd missed.
Rotten cunt hadn't deeded him that high rise she'd promised, either. Stella hadn't increased his allowance a fucking dime. With inflation and everything, he was making less than before. Those two had ganged up on him and given him a real shafting. Which proved again, you just couldn't trust cunts.
His nest egg out in the valley savings and loan outfit was still there, drawing interest--but, as Stella had told him, it wouldn't support him more than a year in his present grand life-style. During his own lifetime cunts had become too smart, too educated.
He wanted to go back to the Pussy Galore Lounge and get his stinger into that young, big-titted blonde again. She liked to fuck for the fun of it, no money involved. But he knew now Stella was having him watched, followed. She knew almost every move he'd made since she'd hired him.
In a few days Susy was going up to Tahoe, and he'd be going along. It was a period between Stella's twice-a-month blowouts. In a strange place, a new lavish suite, Susy went really ape shit. Earlier, a week at Las Vegas had drained him al-most dry. Those ass and tits shows inspired her.
One night she had engaged two young fillies to the suite, and the girls had fucked each other for a warm up. He hadn't gotten his cock in either one of them. Sure, he liked to watch girls fuck, but Susy's move had surprised him. She hadn't touched the whores, either. A voyeuristic freak.
Somehow, he had to get these cunts fighting over him--stir their basic jealousy, and let the winner take his cock! Actually, Susy had seen a good thing and moved in.
Susy had been delaying her orgasm for several moments now, she was ready for the good stuff. She bucked faster, her head went back, her nipples hardened in his hands, and she started her go-off. She moaned, her heavy hips lunged.
Suddenly his cock folded and slipped out of her cunt!
"Ohhh--damn!" Susy cried. She stroked at his bent cock, cursed again, rolled off on her back and began to flog her cunt with her right hand.
"Ohh, ohhh--ohhhhh--fuuuuuuuck!" she wailed fiercely.
He lay there in stunned silence. The first time in his life his cock had failed him, and at a very bad moment indeed. She panted and fondled her box for the after-thrills and finally looked over at him.
"Don't you ever do that again, baby, or else," she said, very coldly.
"Hell, all it takes is some beefsteak and vitamin E," he said.
"Don't shit me, lover," she said, sliding from the bed. "Get your ass out, back to Stella's place. I have some thinking to do. You're getting old, fucker--old, old, old!"
"I need a rest, that's all," he countered.
She snorted and left the bedroom.
Fuck her, he thought, searching for his clothes. Stella will take me back, lean get it up for her twice a month, easy. Lot of good years left in me yet!
He wondered if there was any truth to the rumor he'd heard once. That a man had so many fuck shots, and when those were squirted he was well done. Ah, to hell with that shit.
* * *
Page 5 story in the Los Angeles Teller: "The body of a man identified as Matthew B. Dodson, 59, of Beverly Hills, was found on a back road in Orange County yesterday. He had been dead about twenty-four hours. Police report that he was sexually mutilated. Four bullets had been fired into his head, and authorities say this could indicate underworld action. An investigation is continuing."
* * *
"God, Susy, did you have to go that far?" Stella said guardedly into the phone.
"Oh, you mean poor Matt," Susy cooed. "Too bad. He must have picked up some enemies in his long fucking career. I was ready to send him back to you for good, anyway. He said you were better screwing than me."
"It was more than that," Stella snapped. "You overdid it! And I bet I am better fucking than you."
"From his viewpoint we'll never really know, will we, honey?" Susy said very dryly. "And call off that damn snoop that's been hanging around."
"I'll think about it, dearie," Stella said. "Just don't send any of your goonies around after me. You'll get blown clear out of the water."
"So, it's back to war again, huh?" Susy purred.
"Whatever. I'm interviewing men now for Operations Manager. Wonderful prospects! This one guy has ten thick inches."
"Ohhh!" Susy giggled. "See you soon, honey."
"Not too soon. He's got a finger in me right now."
They both laughed.
* * *
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"This is nice, Steven," Lauren said, looking around the interior of his apartment.
"I'm glad to have you here alone," he vouchsafed, his left arm circling her shoulders. They were on his sofa, in the living room. They'd been out earlier for Chinese food.
"No like parties, huh?" Lauren giggled. "With three pussies!"
"I can operate better one on one," he said.
"That sounds cozy," Lauren purred, snuggling closer. She wore snug pants, a showy blouse that dipped low in front. He had been looking at her tits all evening. She wore no bra and her nipples poked at the shimmery black fabric.
He left arm tightened. She pressed in as close as she could, already tingling. She liked her job in the drugstore section of Williams Department Store, where Janni did her thing with clothes. The sisters were still sharing an apartment.
"I thought you and Janni were going for each other," Lauren said.
"I like you much better," he grinned. Then he whispered, "Especially in bed!"
"Well, when do you show me your bed, honey?" she laughed.
"After I get you good and hot!" he chuckled.
"My pussy is already warm!" she laughed.
He trembled, his head lowered. She lifted hers, turning to face him, and their mouths flamed together. Ohhh, her clit came up, her nipples tingled, and she stabbed her tongue into his mouth. This was better, having him all to herself!
He might be a little rough around the edges, not a smoothie like Matt, but his virile strength, his youth, made him twice as appealing. And he made his own way in the world; he didn't fuck rich widows for his board and room.
Matt had really conned her. And she'd brought Janni along as a special treat! Well, Janni and Linda Field were going after each other now, and they seemed to like it. Lauren wanted to get off that lezzie bit--sliding cock was so much superior!
Steve's hand slipped inside her blouse and began to fondle her titties. Yesss! She drew her tongue back and he started stroking his tongue, with nice deep dives. Her lips were puffing as he mashed them, and she reached over to shape his prick, still inside his tight denim pants. Ohhh, he was up tonight!
They had more in common than lots of couples. Both had been married. Lauren still was, but she was going to divorce Jed as soon as possible. She and Steve were about the right age, her twenty-four against his thirty-two.
She would never mention anything beyond dating, but if he asked, and meant it--well, why not? That he had first been drawn to Janni, and had humped her, didn't matter! She was here in his apartment, not Janni. A young stud like Steve would always get his share of pussy--if he wanted to play around.
Now he lifted her tits out of her blouse, and a sharp surge of need gripped her crotch. She hadn't had relief in days and days. She was starved for a good, solid fucking! Her nipples erected, her pussy turned very wet. She whined and pushed her tits out into his hand.
Steve Lang shuddered. This well-stacked blonde was shaking with cock-fever! Sure, Janni was foxy and cute, but silly, too. Lauren had been married, still was, and her reactions were warmer, deeper. You could sense her high interest. She was divorcing Jed. Maybe things could work out!
He unglued his mouth and watched her sweet pink nipples stiffen enticingly. She was breathing unevenly, and her fingers roaming over his cock-bulge had the juice leaking from his swollen knob already. Man, did he have a bone-on!
"Oh, Steve! Let's find a bed, honey. I need a fuck!"
"Yeahh!" he breathed. Her boldness excited him.
Taking his hand from her puffy, coned boobs, he stood and drew her upright. He walked with her to the door of his bedroom. When he'd confirmed a date with her, he'd had a cleaning woman in to dust and change the sheets and do the other things that pleased a young woman's eye.
"Nice!" she exclaimed, as he flicked on a lamp.
He stood away from her and began removing his clothes. She had her loosened blouse away in no time. Her pants came down, revealing her black sheer bikini panties. As he inhaled her girl aroma and watched the neat perfection of her body, a choked cry came up in his throat.
She slid her pants away and stood in half-nylons, panties and heels. Jeeeesus! Centerfold pussy! He fumbled out of his clothes, shoes, briefs and all.
Lauren had seen 'him naked before, but this was better! No threatened interruptions from Janni or Linda. He was all hers. His cock seemed bigger! The thick, veined shaft, beautifully knobbed, rising from his nest of dark pubic hair, was the answer to a maiden's prayer!
"Love it!" she bubbled, prancing toward him, writhing her ass, her pussy arched out as she opened her long legs.
She had to give Matt credit--he had awakened her. She'd married Jed on impulse; she'd been very young. A successful druggist would surely know how to keep a blonde, leggy bride happy!
Wrong!
Matt had taught her about the potential inside her.
"Damn, damn!" Steve muttered, grabbing her. "Come here, you pretty fox!"
She came. His slanted cock burned along her belly, her eager tits flamed against his chest. She hunched boldly at the base of his tensing prick. She felt cock-wetness on her tummy. A sweet fever of lust claimed her. Their mouths locked, their tongues blading back and forth.
She reached one hand up to his prick, cuddled its hot bigness. She had to have it in her right now!
Her mouth jerked free, and she panted, "Turn me around and get it home from behind, honey!"
He trembled. "Lean down at the foot of the bed, sweet!"
She twisted away, slid her wet-crotched panties to the floor, ran to the bed and did as she was told. She fit her hands on the footboard, tipped her hips high and he gripped her ass. She felt the heat of his knob nuzzling at her pussy. She tipped her pelvis higher, and suddenly the searing male glans began to open her slicked, puffy labia.
"Ohh--God!" she whimpered, as he stroked slowly inward. He was in her farther than ever be-fore! His prick felt larger! Her cunt lips twitched around the big tensed cock, his hands tightened on her hips, and he began to fuck!
"Gooood cuuuuuunt!" he muttered.
"Ohhhh, good cock!" she gasped.
Stroke, stroke, stroke--pause! Yes! The heavenly sliding, the knob striking a tender zone in-side her, escalated her need. It was just different and fascinating!
Now he reached under and cupped a tittie in each hand, resting his prick, toying with her tender, hard nipples. Ohhhh!
"Honey, make me come off!" she panted.
He trembled, stroked deep, then hunched swiftly! The passion inside her began to uncoil, her pussy contracted, her clitoris pulsed, and a hard, deep heaving in her pelvis signaled her total response! Ohhh, her cunt was grabbing at his cock!
She shouted! She knew he hadn't blown his wad--and thank goodness for that--but she was coming all over the place. The muscles in her legs weakened, wavered, but she kept her pose. The knifing blades of joy that ran up her thighs were simply divine!
The honeyed twinges of aftermath touched every nerve in her being! She'd never gone off so hard and fast and good in her whole life!
"Ohhh, ohhh--Steve! Ohhhhh, my God! What a way to fuck!"
He rested. "Maybe it's your special way, sweet."
"Ohhh, I gotta rest now, honey!"
He eased his cock out. She staggered and he helped her over to the bed. They stretched out, side by side, she at his left. He grinned, toweled his prick.
"You really like cock from behind, huh?"
"I never had it that way before, honey! Wow!"
"Okay, from now on, when you get really juiced up, I'll give you a doggie-type fuck."
She trembled, reaching over to hold his nice, thick dick. "That sounds like you might want more dates--"
"You'd better believe it!" he said, his right hand sliding down to her cunt. "In fact, I want this little pussy all to myself."
"Well, it feels like it's yours already!" she giggled.
He wants a lot of me, she thought. And I want lots of him! To hell with studs like Matt. I want a man I can care for and know he's not chippie chasing! I want all his jism!
"Lauren, would you--like to move in here, with me?" He pressed her wet, swollen cunt very hard.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Yes, whenever you want me!" She squeezed his prick, felt it tense with passion.
"Damn!" he murmured, sliding over so he could kiss her. "Damn! That'll be just great!"
Their mouths met, their tongues stabbed, and she felt his long finger slip into her tingling, aching cunt. She whined and arched her crotch, opening her thighs. Ohhhh, the slow way he finger-fucked her, his thumb nudging her clit at every poke! His cock tensed again. He suddenly swept over between her legs.
"Gotta get it back in your pussy!" he gasped, taking his finger out of it.
"Oh, let me top it, honey!" she breathed. "You can last longer!"
He nodded. He stretched out on his back, and she quickly climbed above him, thighs opened. His hands went to her titties. She lifted, found his knob with her tingling cunt mouth and started it up into her flesh. As she came down, his face showed his pleasure. He grinned, squeezing her boobs.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, taking every inch of it.
"Yeahhhhh!" he groaned.
"Now I have to do all the work, Steve!" she giggled, rotating her ass. "Okay?"
He nodded. The tingly stabs of delight that ran along her legs to her cunt were wilder than ever! She was his girl now,-she would be living here, fixing his meals, pampering him, and fucking him as often as he wanted it!
"Well, go ahead and get your foxy little gun off," he chuckled. "I can hold back a while."
"Why, honey, how you talk!" she giggled. "And I plan to do just that!"
She trembled and began thrusting. An expert instructor had worked on her, and she wanted Steve to have all the good times she could muster. She didn't need Janni or any other girl around. She was having the very best goodies with Steve!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhh!" she panted.
His cock flexed, he teased her nipples as the fantastic shivers of joy fled from her cunt, all through her body, and back to her twitching, hungry pussy. He seemed to be in her almost as far as when he doggie-fucked her! She hunched up to a shivery point of need, and rested again.
"Ohhh, wow!" she gasped.
"Playing it along, huh?" he chuckled.
"It's funnn!" she breathed. "Then I come all the harder!"
"Well, just don't fuck too fast or I'll get off, too," he grinned.
"Well, I bet you can shoot two or three times!" she giggled.
He grinned, tensed his cock, held her breasts very tightly, and bucked his hips.
Ohhh, the honey-dew stings grew sharper. She tried to delay it a while longer, but he had her started! Ohhhh, yesss! Ohhhhh, her cunt was going into that clasping thing again!
"Uhh--ohhhh--ohhhh--God!" she cried shrilly. "Here cummmms my cuuuuuuuunt!"
He shuddered, his cock flexed, his eyes glazed, and she started her quick, furious fuck hunches! It had been wild before, with his cock stabbing her from the rear, but this was even sweeter! He was getting his nuts popped! She could feel them drawing up, taut against her lunging cunt, and then everything went out of focus!
Her cunt was thrashing around his meat, her inner membranes were heaving, the most delirious sensations spread from her clit and pussy all through her shaking body! His big cock throbbed, he yelled, his butt lifted, and she could almost feel the spurt of his jism in her spasming, snatch!
"OHHH, ohhhh, ohhhh!" she gasped, as the after-fun seized her loins, delicious pangs of satisfaction that had never been sweeter! What Matt had done for her, what others had done for her, was just not in it with what Steve was doing for her.
"Yeahhhhh!" he panted, relaxing. "Jeeeesus, that was heavy! Your pussy went ape shit!"
"It does that just for you, Tiger!" she purred.
His hands came away from her tits. She cuddled them down on his slightly damp chest, and they trembled together in the dreamy afterglow.
"I'll move in tomorrow, honey!" she whispered. "I'll help you!"
"You're still up," she giggled.
"Does that suggest anything to you?"
"Damn right! As soon as I rest a little. I'm going to fuck you till you pass out!"
They both laughed. She lifted her upper body and carefully began to fuck. It was juicy, but she didn't care. Feeling his jism in her touched her deeply, she wanted every drop. . . .
* * *
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Now isn't this sexy?" Susy Hall asked Stella Fordham.
Stella had to admit that it was. Susy had rented an amusement suite in a downtown motel, had invited Stella and Rona, and they were the only persons in the big room--so far. Stella realized there would be other 'guests.'
She had hesitated a while before accepting Susie's invitation. Of course she couldn't prove that Matt Dodson had met his end at Susy's hands, or through her hired hands. No one could prove that Susy had eliminated her husband, either. Matt had been mixed up in some kind of industrial espionage thing. Dangerous business--he had robbed her!
Susy had called earlier that day, saying it was silly for her and Stella to be enemies. So why not have a little party? Other gigolo types were avail-able.
The suite had everything for sensual pleasure. A bar, a dance spot, a movie projector, stereo music, and all kinds of couches and sofas--plus a small stage for entertainers. Even a cute young red-headed bar girl to mix drinks. She wore a very tiny bikini.
On the walls of the suite were photos and paintings of beautiful people doing every kind of erotic act Stella had ever heard of--and a few she hadn't heard of. Did couples really do all those weird things?
"I like it!" Rona exclaimed, looking over at the bar girl, whose name was Reva.
"She's available, honey," Susy laughed. She wore shimmery lounging pajamas, her dark hair glistened. She had a far-out body and looked younger than her real age.
Stella and Rona had dressed casually, but not daringly, hardly knowing what Susy would suggest. A detective was posted outside, just in case. Stella didn't like to go into a new situation with her panties down and her ass exposed.
"No men?" Stella asked.
"Hang onto your tits, Stella. They'll be here soon enough. We both like pussy, and you look pretty good yourself!"
"How many martinis have you had, honey?" Stella laughed.
"Just one. Come on over to the bar and let's relax," Susy smiled. "I have some sexy outfits you two can put on."
Stella sat at Susy's left, and Rona went behind the bar, ostensibly to help Reva mix drinks. When everyone had a drink, Susy turned to Stella.
"I don't want us to be enemies, Stella. Honest. A fucker like Matt isn't worth a battle. I don't think I ever want a 'steady' cock, anyway. Too easy to hire guys for a one-night stand! Young ones!"
"It does sound more practical," Stella admitted.
"Saves a hell of a lot of money, too," Susy smiled. She looked at Stella's blouse. "Never realized you had such nice stand-out tits, honey."
"I think you're a knockout in that lounging ensemble," Stella murmured. "Damn nice of you to invite Rona and me."
"I know she's your steady piece," Susy smiled, her voice lowered. "Is it good?"
"Damn good!" Stella murmured.
"How would you like a threesome--with me?" Susy asked.
Stella trembled. Her clit was rising, tingling. The music, the drink, the sensual atmosphere were all reaching her. Susy was an attractive cunt.
"I think that can be arranged," Stella said, winking. Their knees touched beneath the lips of the bar. A diversion attracted Stella.
Rona stood behind Reva, whose mini-halter had been lifted. Rona was fondling the young redhead's titties. The view gave Stella another sharp tingle in the cunt. Party sex could be fun!
At the same time Stella felt a hand slide between her legs, beneath her frock. Susy giggled. Stella didn't grab at the teasing fingers; in fact, she opened her thighs so Susy could play more conveniently! Stella had put on very sheer pantyhose, which didn't impede Susy's explorations!
"Ohhh, Rona, that's neat!" Reva gurgled.
There was another interruption. A chime sounded and Susy drew her hand away, left the bar and went to the door of the lavish suite. A moment later two young people entered, a very seductive young brunette and a slick-appearing man of about twenty-five. The girl was younger.
"Kids, meet Ron and Rita," Susy beamed. "Our entertainers!"
Both wore tight blue pants, and the enormous bulge at Ron's crotch was almost obscene! Part of his cock extended down his left leg, clearly out-lined. Rita's pants showed her cunt slit, and her very snug jersey revealed the bulge of her high, pointy boobs.
"Oh, look at that hunk of meat!" Rona ex-claimed.
Ron showed his pearl-white teeth. "Wait'll you see it up hard, baby."
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck, that looks good!" Susy gushed.
Stella shuddered. Only one man and all these cunts? Well, she did like pussy, but cock was nice too She already knew that Susy hired male prostitutes, or joy boys, and just maybe that would be the solution to her needs. After all, she preferred pussy, Rona being her favorite. When she went to a party she could call an escort service and have a good-looking man sent over.
If she felt like it, and he was clever, he might get a fuck. Still, it had been nice to have Matt around at her beck and call. No more Matt! Oh, well.
While the entertainers prepared for their show, Stella and Rona went into a side room to put on their party costumes.
"I think this is gonna be fun!" Rona smiled, undressing quickly. "Did I see Susy playing around with your box?"
"I thought I'd give her a break," Stella laughed.
"I'm glad you two are getting along," Rona smiled. "We could ask her over for a party at your place."
"I'm thinking about it, honey." She looked at Rona's beautiful tawny body. "You're still the best fucking."
Rona giggled, pursed her lips and ran her tongue out. "I want some of your pussy before the night's over, Stella."
"Maybe we ought to get home right now!" Stella laughed.
Rona came over and helped Stella undress. Their costumes, picked from several available, were sheer and thin. Stella chose a red nightie-looking number, and Rona picked dark blue, a wrapper that barely came down to her crotch, belted tightly at the waist. Both wore their high-heeled sandals.
As they came out into the main room, the per-formers were ready to start. Susy wore a crimson wrapper, dark hose and very high heels. Her cunt bush showed clearly behind the webbed garment. Stella felt a tingle.
Rona moved to a sofa with Reva, and Susy drew Stella down on another sofa, all facing the raised platform. Music throbbed from the stereo, not too loudly.
Rita wore a sparkly mini-bikini, and Ron was naked. The length of his bare cock, reaching half-way to his knees, sent a shiver along Stella's body. Surely no woman could take a monster like that! He had a well-muscled figure, with a flat stomach, like maybe he was into weight-lifting.
Rita began undulating her body, facing Ron, and his huge cock began to swell.
"Ohhh, wow!" Reva gasped, staring.
"Think you could take that much meat?" Rona laughed.
"I know I couldn't!" Stella burst out.
"I could get about nine inches of it in my cunt!" Susy laughed. "That's the length of my favorite dildo!"
Stella trembled. Susy was so rotten! But at the same time she was still drawn to the younger widow, filthy mouth or not. Most women would never admit using artificial cocks!
Slowly the monster cock hardened and began to lift. Ron grinned, flexing it as it finally reached a sharp high angle. He had balls like a ram! A freak, a sideshow kind of attraction. Rita giggled, still prancing to the time of the music, her bikini pieces now gone, her pussy not two feet from the high-riding prick.
The lights were low everywhere except on the stage, and when Stella felt Susy's fingers gliding along her thighs to her cunt, she opened them wide! Rona had Reva's halter down again, and she was kissing the young redhead's nipples, her right hand inside the panty.
Now Rita began to caress the giant, thick cock. Ron still had his foreskin, and she nudged it down a little to show the swollen glans, as big as an apple! Susy's fingers slid into Stella's cunt and she shuddered, hunching up. Gooooood!
"Ohhh!" Reva giggled, squirming her cute ass on the sofa, as Rona continued to suck the red-head's nipples.
Now the girl performer dropped her panty and turned, her rear end facing the man. Ron brought his stud-like cockhead between her thighs. Rita leaned way over, hands on her knees. She laughed and writhed her butt.
"Ohhhh, can you take all that, honey?" Susy asked, staring.
"Not all, kids--but watch it go in, huh?"
With both hands on Rita's hips, Ron found her cunt hole and started the knob inside! Surely Rita had lubricated her vagina beforehand!
Susy's hand stroked faster, her finger diving slickly into Stella's trembling, burning cunt. She wanted to reach over and play with Susy, but she didn't want to miss the scene on the raised plat-form!
Slowly that huge prick went into Rita's box! It was amazing! He pushed about two-thirds of it home and drew out! The foreskin was fully peeled back now, the large apricot was shiny with pussy-wetness.
"Now, any of you girls want to try it?" Ron grinned, facing his audience, that outlandish male emblem aimed high.
"I don't want my pussy torn!" Rona laughed.
"Ohhh, not me!" Stella gasped. Susy was continuing her cunt-fondling, and she was frantic for a climax!
"Go ahead with the show!" Susy laughed.
Ron smiled, turned back to Rita and this time his cock dived right in the uptilted pussy. He stroked part-way in, out, in.
"Ohhhh!" Rita cried. "I'm gonna come this time!"
Stella was sure the girl was faking, but ohhh, what a scene! Ron gave her another stroke, her face twisted, she whimpered and her dainty body shook.
Ron grinned, holding her there with about half of his cock buried in her box while she shivered and quaked.
"I can't bear this!" Stella breathed to Susy. "Let's get out of here! I need it bad!"
"Riiiight!" Susy exclaimed. Her hand came away, both women left the sofa, and Susy led the way into a side room. Its purpose was obvious. Above the headboard was a giant. color photo of two young women fucking; the bed was king-size, low to the floor.
Stella snatched her wrapper away, kicked off her sandals and spread herself out on the resilient fun pad. Susy removed her own wrapper, left her dark nylons on, and crawled between Stella's thighs, as if they'd done this a dozen times before!
Susy's dark-bushed cunt mashed into Stella's cunt, their breasts met and they began kissing. Oh, how that younger widow could stroke her probe! An excited girl cry from the big room came faintly to their ears. Sounded like the pretty redheaded bar girl was having her fun! Rona knew what to do with an eager pussy, all right.
Stella broke the kiss and arched her stinging cunt higher. "Come on, honey--bring it!"
"Let's play it a while!" Susy breathed. "You didn't get a finger in my cunt."
"Right in front of everybody?" Stella began.
"You're behind the times, baby," Susy purred, thrusting. "Sure we can be 'nice' at the country club, but we sure as hell don't have to here. All that money, and you fuck only one girl! Not that Rona isn't top-grade stuff, but you gotta branch out a little! Matt was an asshole, a crook, we both know that. We're gonna have more parties, baby!"
"Yesss!" Stella gasped. "Just fuck, just make me come!"
"Okay, hang on to your tits. We're gonna fly!"
Susy's ass began to work in slow coital hunches. Their cunts were wet and slippery, but Susy knew how to keep them cloyingly together. Stella had not been this turned on in a long time! Ohhhh, her clit was on fire! The vision of that enormous cock entering that tipped-up young pussy was like a shot of drugs on her senses. Her entire body ached.
"That's real sweet cuuuuunt!" Susy panted, hunching faster. "We have to get lots of this, honey!"
Stella moaned, her thighs angled back farther. Their jiggling cunts attained a new kind of burning closeness--and then it happened! Her clit pulsed, her cunt mouth tightened wildly, her breasts pushed upward, and the honeyed spasms of her lust burst in her loins!
Oh! Susy's cunt mouth was tightening, too. Her whole beautiful body shook, her fine hard tits pressed down harder, and the nuances of her re-lease found a response deep inside Stella. She was having the best aftermath she could ever imagine! Sweet pangs of relief swept over her!
They finished with their upper cunts rubbing together where their cuts met. Breathing hard, Susy rolled away to Stella's right. Stella panted, eyes closed, lost in a daze of sensual satisfaction.
"One of the best fucks I ever had, honey!" Susy giggled, reaching over to cuddle Stella's swollen, juicy twat.
"Two old maids in a folding bed, huh?" Stella laughed. "The next party is on me!"
"That sounds real exciting, honey," Susy murmured. "Who needs a fucking egotistical man hanging around, anyway? Always after our money."
"Right!" Stella exclaimed.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," Susy said.
Rona entered, naked, a smile on her face. "Susy, the entertainers want to know what to do now."
"Tell them to take off," Susy smiled, looking Rona up and down. "How was that young red-head?"
"Nice, but two pops and she was all finished. I sent her home, okay?"
"Sure," Susy giggled. "Now, when those freaks are gone, get it back in here. I think the three of us can have a real good party!"
"Oh, you know it!" Rona laughed. She disappeared.
"Now I'm gonna find out why you've been keeping her around all the time, Stella, dear." Susy squeezed Stella's cunt. "Okay?"
"She's damn fine stuff!" Stella laughed.
"Nice!" Susy said. "Now, let's get these things freshened up a little and we'll swing out."
Rona came back into the room. "They're all gone, and I locked up, Susy."
"Excellent! I hope you're up to a lot of hot go-offs, honey!"
