"Incest, or sex relations between parents and their children or brothers and sisters, is one of the most heinous things imaginable to most of us," says Roger Blake in his Encyclopedia of Abnormal Sex. But Mr. Blake goes on immediately to qualify this flat statement as follows: "Yet it is not too difficult to see how the temptation for such acts might easily exist.
"A parent often sees his maturing children in states of undress, and-likewise a brother or sister may expose themselves to each other simply because they live in such close proximity. If a virile man has an attractive and well-developed daughter of ripe age, or if a romantic young girl has a very handsome brother, the basic physical appeal of the person does not disappear just because of the technicality of the relationship. Yet incest is a thing which most of us reject as terribly unnatural, forbidden by law, forbidden by nearly any moral or religious code of ethics. Therefore, we find it easy to reject any desires in this direction, to throw them back deeply into the subconscious in most cases.
"Although incest is sanctioned today in certain tribal groups of Africa and Indonesia, and was practiced quite openly in early Egypt, it has never been as widespread or accepted as homosexuality or some of the other basic deviations.
"Statistics tend to show that father-daughter relations are the most frequent incestuous practices on record, with mother-son and homosexual relations within a family running far behind. There are thought to be quite a few brother-sister or homosexual sibling relations, but these are seldom brought to the attention of the courts. Relations between grandparents and grandchildren are exceptionally rare, but do occur. While sex acts between in-laws are frequent, they are not considered incest by most legal yardsticks. The situation of a man having a love affair with his wife's sister, for instance, has been used as the basis for many classic novels."
The foregoing is an excellent capsule summary of the incest situation as it is generally known in the world today, but by the very nature of things it cannot possibly cover all the territory involved in a realistic overview of the entire subject. Mr. Blake is a painstaking and perceptive researcher, but, by definition, the people who are actually involved in incest are-likely to go to almost any possible lengths to conceal their involvement. It would take a group with the time and facilities of a Kinsey team at their disposal to uncover the detailed facts and statistics about incest as it is actually practiced-and even then it would take almost unheard-of powers of persuasion to get the participating parties to admit to their "crimes."
Or would it? The one thing that is certain is that public interest in the subject of incest in general is at an all-time high. As publishers of
Brandon House books, we could not possibly be unaware of this trend-and we decided to see what we could do to present the most factual possible picture of incest in America today in fiction form for the entertainment and enlightenment of our readers. To accomplish this, we asked one of our best writers, Clarke Hammond (author of the best-selling So Violent My Love and The Scene Makers, among many others) to research the subject on a grass roots level by going out to live among the societal groups thought most likely to indulge in incest, getting close enough to them to learn their deepest secrets, and even getting involved in incest situations personally if at all possible.
ONE
Right up to the finale, the rehearsal went perfectly. While the stroboscopic lights alternated between flashes of deep red, deep blue, and blinding white and the unseen stereo made the big room rock to the strains of Night Train, the simulated sexual act on the perfectly appointed little private stage followed script.
The beautifully muscled, golden-haired youth and the tigress-lithe, elegant little black girl went through their paces with all the grace of professional dancers, which, of course, they were. First they undulated close to one another from opposite sides of the stage. They circled slowly, their nude bodies swaying provocatively toward one another. Their flanks touched and parted, they rubbed buttocks lightly, then pivoted slowly in time to the music until their pubic mounds touched.
A kettledrum boomed from the stereo and the black girl dropped to her knees. Writhing like an Indian snake charmer, she reached gracefully for the golden youth's half-erect prick, fondling it, then kissing it, then licking its underside delicately until it swelled to full erection, then slipping its turgid head between the twin fullnesses of her thick lips. Her nipples sprang outward from the half globes they crowned and she cupped the youth's balls while she sucked his cock ... until, apparently overcome by desire, the powerful youth caught her up bodily and, with a rhythmic swoop, carried her struggling body to the satin-draped divan in stage center.
While the strobe lights continued to flash and the music rolled irresistibly toward multiple climax, he lay down while the girl straddled him and, writhing her provocative torso like the snake itself, went through the motions of fucking and being fucked.
It was when the driving beat of the. music attained its final throbbing crescendo that the black girl departed from script. Instead of covering the youth's cock from the eyes of the audience with her crotch, thighs, and rolling rump, she slid a hand down between her legs and, with an unscheduled single down-dropping motion, covered the cock with her creaming cunt. Then, with no attempt to follow the beat of the music to its conclusion, she proceeded to fuck him like crazy.
The youth uttered a single yelp of dismay and then, gripping the beautiful black buttocks plunging up and down atop his own straining loins, proceeded to get into the act himself with a violent series of up-thrusts that all but lifted his rump right off the divan top.
"God damn it, Jeannie!"
Toni Loring leapt from her aisle seat in the private auditorium and raced for the stage. Gracefully, she hurdled the apron, her long legs flashing red and blue and blinding white with the lights, her braless breasts slithering over her magnificent torso beneath the black pullover that alone kept them from flying free. Her honey-hued hair fanned from her head like a flamenco dancer's skirts as she swooped down on the fucking couple onstage with the swift intensity of a huge cat attacking its hapless prey.
She plucked the squirming little black girl from the thrusting pink prick, which had been so sweetly embedded in her creaming cunt, as if Jeannie had been a kitten, held her opulent little struggling body easily in midair, then tossed her onto a pile of mattresses in the wings just off stage right.
Then she turned on the richly muscled golden boy who was still flat on his back on the divan, dazed by the suddenness with which a delicious piece of tail had been transformed into a rude coitus interruptus. His forlorn prick was still ramrod stiff in the flashing lights, agleam with the black girl's sex sap, and Toni moved on it directly, gripping it so tightly in a satin-strong left fist that he emitted a yelp of quick anguish.
"That's three!" she said furiously in a deep contralto that drowned even the climactic cacophony of the Night Train finale. "Once in the dressing room and once in the John ... just in case you oversexed morons thought you got away with anything."
"Leggo my prick!" cried the helpless youth.
Toni gave its rapidly wilting wet surface a final squeeze that brought a scream from its unhappy owner, then said, "Just be thankful it isn't your balls I'm squashing ... because that's where I'll grab you next time."
She released the dwindled sex organ and added, "Why in hell can't you keep to the contract? No actual fucking until the real show. I've had enough trouble with hair-trigger jerks like you who blow the whole fucking act in rehearsal and have nothing left for the show."
"Aw, Toni...." said the youth, sitting up and tenderly massaging his wretched cock. "Don't blame me for what happened. That little broad is the hottest ass I've ever worked with ... and I've worked with some hotties before."
"Save your sex life for a Sunday sermon," snapped the furious Toni. "And don't tell me I'm being too tough. I let you and Jeannie get away with it twice ... but that's it ... if you want this job. You both can be replaced, you know."
"Oh, all right," said the youth. "I need the bread." He rose, a magnificent specimen of muscular manhood and grace and moved offstage, still coddling his cock.
Toni glared after him, then signaled Patti Farran to cut strobes and stereo and bring in the houselights. She turned her attention to Jeannie, who remained twitching on her back on the mattress, writhing in the climactic throes of masturbation. She regarded the squirming black body with distaste for a long moment, then put a halt to the process by planting a booted foot down hard on the girl's churning abdomen.
"Cut!' she said. "Save it for the show, you black bitch."
The black girl showed her gleaming white teeth in a show of defiance. "What're you ... some kind of puritan or somethin g?" she snapped.
"Something you'll never understand," replied Toni calmly." A professional. If I were hired to fuck four times during a show, I'd fuck four times and no more."
"You're colder than a witch's tit," said Jeannie, glaring up at her employer. "Me ... I fuck when I want to ... which is most of the time. If anybody wants to pay me for doing what I like best, that's okay with me. But I don't put out just for money."
"That's your bag," said Toni. "Just keep Studs' prick out of any of your holes until showtime," said the honey-haired blonde. For emphasis, she ground her heel in Jeannie's belly, not hard enough to bruise her but hard enough to get the little tramp's mind off of fucking for a minute or two. Jeannie, whose thick lips had parted to utter some further defiance, emitted a grunt of anguish as Toni's boot heel dug into her guts.
Toni removed her foot and walked away, a super-sexy Amazon in skintight black jersey and skintight black hot pants, with the proud carriage and swinging stride of a Las Vegas showgirl ... which she had been as a teenager. Behind her, the black girl cried, "You shit!" ... but she did it sufficiently low in pitch so that it failed to reach Toni's ears, which, like the rest of her, were perfect.
Scuffling sounds from the wings at the opposite end of the stage reached them and Toni followed the sounds swiftly. Behind the backdrop, Studs Meador was seeking to relieve his recent frustration with Patti Farran. He had her backed up against the brick wall. Patti's miniskirt gave her crotch no protection and he had ripped the bottom out of her pantyhose. As Toni came up behind him, he crouched, spreading his knees, getting low enough to ram his resurrected prick into Patti's exposed cunt.
Moving swiftly, Toni extended a long left arm and, reaching low between his taut buttocks, gave his dangling balls a good yank. Studs screamed like a woman. The hands that held Patti muffled and helpless flew into the air and grabbed for his aching balls as they had grabbed for his aching cock after Toni squeezed it onstage. He spun around, saw Toni, and blew his brain, throwing an intended haymaker with his right that seemed to come from the floor.
Not for the first time, it occurred to Toni how vulnerable even the strongest of males was without clothing. She ducked under the blow, stamped hard on one of Studs' bare feet and, when sudden pain doubled him over, spun him around, planted a heel in his ass and shoved, sending him head first into the hard bricks. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious and bleeding from the nose at the concussion.
"Get on the phone and have the office send a replacement," said Toni, ignoring the human wreckage she had so swiftly created. "Jerry, if he's available ... oh, and tell Maida to scratch this creep from our list." Only then did she ask her assistant if she were all right.
"I'm okay," said pert Patti, shaking clear the remnants of her ripped pantyhose in a brief exposure of enticing crotchery. "Just damn disappointed."
"Cut the clowning," said Toni, "this is a job ... and an important job. We can do our clowning when it's over." She turned away, then turned back and said, "No more rehearsing ... everybody rests until showtime ... and tell Maida to scratch Jeannie, too, if she has a good black replacement on tap."
"I could get some black body makeup and...." Patti began and stopped as Toni looked down at her oddly.
"I need you to run the lights and the music," said the honey-haired Amazon. "What did that creep"-with a nod toward the battered Studs, who was wearily and painfully reassembling himself as he staggered up off the floor-" do to you, honey? This isn't a lez show we're doing."
"I know," said Patti. "It was a crazy idea ... but I just thought...."
Toni moved toward her and slid long strong fingers into the crotch exposed beneath the miniskirt. Discovering a cunt overflowing with cream, she said, "I'll be damned! So he did get to you!"
"Not enough, I'm afraid."
The naked performer staggered past then toward the dressing room without comment, seemingly glad to get clear with his neck unbroken ... nor did either of the girls give him so much as an eye.
"You're in tough shape, honey," said Toni, diddling her assistant's clit and watching a shiver pass through her. "Too bad I don't dig broads."
"Oh, Toni!" the shorter girl gasped. "Please ... just this once. After all, we're not part of the show."
They slipped into the women's dressing room and Toni slid the door shut behind them. Patti lay down on the couch and opened her thighs, bending her knees to make access easier. Toni stood looking down at her for a long moment, noting the dear deep cleft that began somewhere beneath the soft brown fuzz atop the well-developed pubic mound, the cleft that, with her legs apart, no longer concealed the bright red tongue of her clit, rising like a Jack-in-the-pul-pit from its already divided membrane cover. Below, the cleft vanished,, widening into the taut cervix cover with its two craters ... the cunt, whose pouting inner and outer lips were already gleaming with pussyjuice and the near-white, miniature moon crater of the butt-hole bringing up the rear.
Not for the first time, Toni wondered what it must feel like to be a man, to have the stiff prong that could enter such holes to give and receive so much pleasure ... what it must be like to hold a woman impaled with such a weapon, to know that one could stab at her womb with it repeatedly and reduce her to quivering jelly ... She had used a dildo many times, of course, during lesbian encounters, but it was not the same, of course. An artificial cock, no matter how artfully contrived, was incapable of sensation, was incapable of feeling whatever it was that a man felt when the sperm came roiling up out of his testicles through the tiny hole in his dong to burst like liquid shot into the core of a female ...
Patti brought her out of this untimely reverie. "Please, darling ... I'm waiting."
So she was, with both hands in her crotch, pulling back the labia and numphae to make easier Toni's access to her hole. The taller girl knelt and skilfully brought her lips and then her tongue into play on the quivering, hungry flesh awaiting them. She sucked the protruding clit above the suffusing hole, then ran her tongue around it in slow circular laps, then caught it with her teeth and worked it laterally back and forth.
This action brought a little scream of anguished delight from the girl underneath and caused her crotch to roll as Patti spasmed with shuddering, deep gasps of delight. Toni continued it until the other girl began pushing downward on her head ... then seized the insides of Patti's soft thighs, one in each hand, to spread them wide apart and cause the sweetly suppurating cunt between them to leap up toward her waiting mouth as if of its own volition.
Toni sent her tongue snaking into the sweet-sharp thick wetness of the tiny tunnel, letting go of Patti's right thigh to massage her clit while she delved into the shuddering girl's soft interior, working the tip up and down and then from side to side, then withdrawing it and, gathering the whole of the hot little cunt between her teeth, sucking it in with all her strength, gumming it hard as she did so.
The smaller girl began coming so violently that her labia slipped out of Toni's mouth, and there was a frantic, thrashing, fumbling moment until both girls got the action under control again. Patti had bridged high as she thrust wildly toward Toni with her wide-open pelvis and was now supporting her buttocks with her hands from beneath, with her elbows on the couch. Toni came up off her knees and bent to her task, catching her friend's sopping labia and gnawing at them and beginning to thrust her tongue in and out in regular rhythm that had Patti uttering explosive little grunts of delight with each penetration.
That was the hell of the whole dyke bit as far as Toni was concerned ... to get a good working angle on another girl's crotch, you had to leave your own hole unappeased, while, if you did the sixty-nine thing together, it was easier to get your chin in there instead of your lips, tongue, and teeth. Nor did Toni's being just a shade under six feet tall help there, either. There was the added drawback of the fact that, while she enjoyed making it with a girl now and then, Toni was essentially a lover of men ... at any rate, of their cocks. Which reminded her that it had been more than twenty-four hours since her own cunt had been satisfactorily filled by any of the thick, long, throbbing pricks she found so satisfying to her hole as well as her soul ... and that her hole was beginning to get uncomfortably moist from the sex sap inevitably beginning to flow from the tiny glands secreted in its walls.
She almost regretted having sent Studs Mea-dor packing without giving her a fucking ... but it was cardinal business principle with Toni never to screw an employee, especially during working hours. As she sucked and tickled and licked and nipped at her assistant's joy-filled crotch, she could still se Studs' big cock disappearing into the body of Jeannie out there on the rehearsal stage ... and did her damnedest to imagine it was sliding in and out of her own, alas, empty hole.
Which was all very well except for the lamentable and inescapable fact that her hole tvas and promised to remain so until Madame Li's party, or at least the show portion of it, concluded sometime after midnight, which lay six long hours away. But Toni was a girl who believed in thorough completion of any job she undertook ... and she had undertaken to give her hot little assistant a thorough oral workout.
So she bent to her task, sucking and lapping and nibbling to the exclusion of all else ... concentrating so deeply on the pulsing matter at hand that she was utterly unaware that the dressing room door had been opened and silently closed and that Studs Meador, the blood washed from his face, stood silent and naked behind her, his big thick prick aimed at her upended rump like a cannon prepared to blast a hole in a fortress gateway at close quarters.
The only obstacle in its way was represented by Toni's taut hot pants, stretched to the splitting point by the high-tail position she was in. Unbeknownst to either of the busily occupied girls, he spotted a used safety razor blade on the dressing room table. He detoured to pick it up, returned to his position directly in back of Toni's beautiful buttocks and, with a surgeon's precision, nicked the tight-stretched seam running down the back of her hot pants.
There was a quick, sharp splaaat of ripping threads and, in an eyelash of time, Toni's cleft was exposed from waist to clit, her twin rearward domes well separated by her posture, her gray-rimmed arsehole staring outward like a puckered round eye with the circular lid shut and, below it, the gleaming deep-red orifice of her cunt, already white with sex sap induced as much by her thoughts of emptiness as by the erotic chore she was engaged in.
Studs took two quick steps forward as Toni remained, briefly paralyzed by the suddenness of her sartorial disaster, even then unaware of what had caused it. Then, as the furious dismissed performer thrust his meat right into the core of her body, she understood what had happened. She struggled to lift her head from Pat-ti's juicing clit and cunt, but the passionate younger girl held it in place against her crotch with a two-handed grip in her honey-hued hair, her fingers given unexpected strength by the intensity of her orgasm.
Desperately, Toni tried to disengage her hole from the cock that was filling it with telling effect ... but the wriggles she made to clear herself proved her undoing. The whang in her vagina was a marvelous sexual instrument, long enough to pierce her deeply and thick enough to stretch the elastic lining of her vagina until it felt like the taut skin of a sausage.
Furthermore, the young owner of this remarkable club knew well how to use it. Had he continued thrusting and partially withdrawing before launching another attack, she might have been able to break the uninvited contact in time ... but, like the experienced cocksman he was, Studs simply held it deep in her core, following her every wriggle with a firm hold on her buttocks, so that the living sword in her vitals pierced her ever more deeply with remorseless, if delicious steady pressure.
His thumbs strayed to her arsehole, playing with the puckered little crater that surrounded it, and in a fraction of a further second, Toni knew with a sort of ineffable despair that it was too late ... that she was coming and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. Worse, she knew that she didn't want to stop it ... that she would die if anything did stop it.
Toni, being involved as she was in an exceedingly sexual business as owner and chief executive of a highly specialized West Hollywood business called Affairs, Incorporated, maintained a facade of frigidity that, coupled with her height, her voluptuous body and her cool, beautiful face, terrified most of the males with whom she dealt.
There was, from her viewpoint, good reason for maintaining this facade. In the two years she had been operating her party service around the rich section of Los Angeles, it had enabled her to remain unmolested during working hours ... and protected her from prospective clients with amorous ideas as well as from the lusty young men and women who she put through their sexual paces for the branch of her business which brought in the highest fees.
Actually, Toni, as she well knew, was about as frigid as a blowtorch. Her real problem in the matters of sex was that, once turned on, she stayed turned on until exhaustion claimed her. Once her machinery got going, it never let up until its course was finished. And young Studs Meador had just turned her on, right in the final stages of preparation for a class one party for the opulent Madame Li in her luxurious white stucco mansion in Beverly Hills.
TWO
Toni could feel her vaginal glands begin their copious flow and thrilled to the infallible competence of her own body as she thrilled even more to the competence of the fair-haired young man whose throbbing prick was filling her cunt to bursting. Her sex sap came to her aid rapidly, however, and while her hole still felt full of cock, lubrication made free play of their fucking pieces easier. She put her rump into rotary motion, not this time wriggling to disengage her pussy, but to intensify the tides of rapturous and voluptuous delight that were flooding through her from stem to stern.
Her face was still buried in Patti Farran's wildly active crotch and, as Studs rammed his cock deep, past the portals of Toni's womb, causing his loins to flatten the domes of her rump and his balls to swing with a slap against the sensitive undercurve of her buttocks, Toni exploded. Her lips drew back and, gathering Patti's pulsing labia into her mouth, she really bit down on them, shaking her head back and forth like a dog with a bone.
Patti screamed with sudden anguish and tried to push the tall girl's mouth from her suffering cunt ... but the honey blonde had a death grip on her assistant's holefringes and was unable to relax it until, as Studs pulled his dong out until only the rounded tip of its crown was prodding her own labia and nymphae, the long spasm passed, leaving behind it a frantic sense of emptiness and loss.
She lifted her head as Patti rolled from the couch, clutching her nipped cunt with both hands, gripped the sides of the couch with both hands and thrust vigorously backward with her rump to encompass once more the prick that was giving her such rapturous delight ... just as Studs, having got the reaction he desired, thrust forward once more with all of his might.
As his dong ran like a battering ram into her well-oiled innermost recesses, their outer flesh met with a violent concussion ... a concussion that caused Toni's hands to slip from the smooth-surfaced couch sides and flung her forward on her face with the aptly named Studs still buried in her hole and his body on top of her.
Their position cost him some penetration; a condition Toni remedied by spreading her legs wide like a frog and lifting her opened rump to his savage thrusts, returning each assault with a counterassault of her own that kept their fucking pieces deeply interlocked despite the wild action going on.
When she had him embedded in her as far as he could go, Toni tightened the invisible muscles of her cunt and gripped the base of his prick with the ring of muscle at the mouth of her vagina, just inside her labia and nymphae. Then she braced herself and sent her rear into crazy action, rolling it, corkscrewing it, zigzagging it, maintaining her cunt grip on the fine thick cock it contained and sending her into a spinning climax that all but blacked her out, even while her motions grew increasingly frenetic.
She felt the explosion of his sperm in her wildly rolling guts but did not pause to acknowledge the liquid offering. While she got a fine full female charge out of having a man emit semen inside her, at times like this she was barely aware of its spurt, so intense were her own sensations of delight ... so she stepped up the pace, well aware that to relax now would be to lessen the rapture tearing her so happily to pieces ... and she kept at it, panting and thrusting and giving grunts of delight until he sent a second charge winging into her womb some twelve minutes later by the clock on the dressing room wall.
Only then, feeling his prick begin to shrink in the slippery yet sticky fusion of sexual fluids that was her cunt, did she begin to slacken pace ... but slowly, like a jockey giving a racehorse its head after a sprint so as not to bring it up too sharply, letting herself down as gently as possible.
The respite would not be long, she well knew ... once her sex machinery was turned on, it usually ran for at least twelve hours, sometimes two or three times that long ... and the intervals during which rationality remained possible to Toni tended to be brief. There had been occasions when she had conducted business meetings with a candle or some other reasonably sanitary phallic object stuffed in her hole.
This immensely strong sexual drive was why she had made it a rule to keep sex out of her company's shows ... at least where the proprietor herself was concerned. Through certain earlier experiences, she had discovered that she was peculiarly vulnerable in practical matters when her body was engaged in one of its long-lived sex trips ... for, with her, sex was like a hallucination. While she reacted, it was the only reality she was able to comprehend.
Hence, she would have to use the brief minutes of clarity remaining to reset her carefully planned arrangements for the evening. She sat up and pulled off her torn hot pants and said to Patti Farran, who had rearranged her appearance while Toni and Studs topped one another off, "Sorry, darling ... no permanent damage, I hope?"
"It's okay ... but I thought you were really going to eat me. What big teeth you have, Grandma."
"When you call me grandma ... smile." Toni turned to Studs Meador, who lolled indolently against the wall beside the doorjamb, his bulging arms folded and his prick now hanging down harmlessly.
She said, "That was a lousy trick."
He smiled at her, the indolent sated tomcat, and said, "That was a pretty lousy trick you pulled on me ... two of them, in fact. One, when you broke up my fuck with Jeannie, the other when you did it with Patti here ... not to mention giving my balls a yank and knocking me cold with a sneak karate chop."
"Okay, you've got a point ... let's just say I got carried away. Stick around right here."
"I thought I was fired."
"You are ... from the show. But you're on my personal payroll now."
"Okay." His eyes were smoky and his prick began to stiffen as he regarded the richly creaming cunt exposed by Toni's position. "But I don't need the loot."
"Then why'd you apply for this job?"
"I had my own reasons."
"Was I involved?" For all of her goddess-like dimensions, Patti had her full share of feminine curiosity.
"Not when I applied."
"Meaning that I am now, I suppose?"
"Could be." His smile was enigmatic as he moved toward her once again ... but there was nothing enigmatic about his prick. It had thickened and lengthened and stiffened until, once again, it preceded him like the low-slung battering-ram prow of a war vessel of Spanish-American War vintage.
This time, it was aimed directly at her mouth, but Toni gripped it in an outthrust left hand, fending it off as some Amazonian warrior of old might have fended off a Trojan spear. She said, "Not just yet, buster." Then she turned to Patti Farran, ordering, "You're in charge of the show tonight until further notice. Get Maida over here to help you when she closes the office switchboard. Now, get cracking."
Patti got her little round bare buttocks popping in and out of view as her miniskirt was lifted with the speed of her passage. Still holding Studs by the cock and massaging it gently, Toni looked up at him and said, "We still have a show to put on."
"But we're not in it," he replied. "So what do you have in mind?"
"I never start anything without finishing it," she said.
"But I started this one. Why do you think I let that hot little black broad fuck me for real onstage?"
"I'll bite ... why?"
"Because I knew you were watching and I wanted you to start thinking about getting my cock in your hole. When you broke us up the way you did, I knew I had you. That's why you caught me off guard later."
"So why the big rape try on Patti?"
"Rape! She was begging for it ... maybe not in words but you could smell her pussyjuice ten feet away."
"So what do you have in mind?" Toni pulled him closer until the royal purple crown of his cock was barely half an inch from her luscious lips.
"I'm going to fuck you foolish," he told her. With a quick, efficient gesture, he pulled the black jersey over her honey-blonde head. Toni made no move to hinder him, admiring the play of his beautifully corded muscles beneath his skin. She even released his prick to free her left arm as he tugged the thin, skintight jersey off. She thought of sucking him into premature emission and gripped his cock again when she was nude and her fantastically full, firm breasts swung free.
But the sopping wet thirst of her cunt was too great for lesser dalliance. Instead of leaning forward to embrace his cock with her lips, she pulled it downward as she lay back on the sofa, dragging him with her. Opening her superb thighs wide, she all but pulled his throbbing prick right into her gaping hole, locking her long legs around his middle with her heels digging into his buttocks and reveling in the sensation of being sweetly crushed by the weight of his muscular body.
Toni was far too experienced in fucking to ally brawn and male sexual expertise per se. She had been screwed by mighty Mr. America types whose dongs were no larger than those of small boys and who could not ejaculate once an hour. She had been screwed by scrawny, pot-bellied males whose pricks were gargantuan and who could fuck right around the clock.
She had also been screwed by finely thewed males who were well equipped between the loins, males who knew how to use what they had, how to make their superior strength prevail where it meant the most ... in the giving of exquisite pleasure to their partners. From the moment Studs settled himself in her depths, Toni sensed that here was another of these unhappily rare specimens of manhood, that the roughhouse fucking he had engaged in before was mere skirmishing, that the real engagement was just being joined with the union of their fucking pieces on the divan.
He simply settled himself within her, slowly working his cock deeper into her hole until he had completely filled it ... at least an inch further than when he was screwing her from behind. If not the biggest prick she had ever contained in her creaming cunt, his was big enough ... amply big enough to guarantee her full satisfaction. Its rim flirted with the flanges of her womb gates, even while its blunt tip penetrated easily into that central organ itself.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed in reluctant admiration as she enclosed her vaginal muscles tightly around it. "You're a lot of woman, Toni Loring."
"Let's see just how much man you are, Studs Meador," she replied in a cat-like purr, beginning to stir her pelvis slowly, sensually, causing minuscular shiftings in the deep-buried union of cock and cunt that brought a myriad of ineffable tiny thrills shooting through her body.
He gave his steel hard hips a wriggle that caused his cock to dig into first one side, then the other, of her womb gate, increasing the tiny thrills to shooting darts of voluptuous reaction ... then did it again, with variations, so that suddenly her entire body was sweetly a-flame and was thrusting and grinding into his loins until their hairs seemed to braid themselves together into a free-flow single weave.
She planted her feet on either side of his thighs, digging into the divan to give her crotch more purchase, and began an assault on the lance that pierced her, thrusting and rolling and nipping and clinging and all the time working her interior musculature to maximum advantage, clutching his cock deep, then at her entrance, then in the middle, in erratic sequence whose unexpectedness was calculated to cause immediate wild reaction in the male organ on which it was performed.
Lifting his corded torso from Toni's velvet-smooth belly and bulging breasts, he planted a hand on the inside of either of her thighs, spreading them forcibly and opening her up completely as he took charge of the combat away from her. Then, methodically, he ran his cock in and out of her hole a score of more times, straight-ahead fucking, causing a soggy splashing sound from the wetness of her hole as he completed each thrust, and a ruptured suction sound as he pulled it three quarters of the way clear of her before ramming it home again.
Old-fashioned? Certainly ... but delivered with such mastery that, despite its apparent lack of sophistication, the Position One technique sent her whirling over the lip of madness before he had completed ten strokes. She uttered a sobbing moan from deep within her and responded to his repeated entries into her core by answering him fiercely in kind, ramming her crotch upward until, again and again, his balls swung to smack into it just below the crater of her arsehole, adding their slice to the wooing.
She came, gasping, clutching and shuddering, then came again, and yet again ... and not once did he let up on his remorseless plumbing, until, at last, his cock began to buck in her sopping hole and then embed itself all the way inside her as his time drew close. Once again, Toni locked her legs around his middle, once again she tightened her interior muscles around his straining cock. She rolled him back and forth on the divan, locked in her embrace, as his sperm jolted the top of her womb when he came.
They lay there, still joined, for a long time afterward, drenched in sweat and sexual fluids, quiescent as at first, reveling in the mere fact of their being joined together so sweetly. All at once, Toni felt an overwhelming surge of affection for this man who had violated her and then made her love it; a surge of affection that set off all sorts of alarm bells in her mind.
After all, what did she know of this young man, this Studs Meador? Only that he came from the East with excellent recommendations from Russ Vogel, the porn moviemaker, whose auspices were not necessarily the world's most reliable. She had agreed to give him a try-out at Madame Li's Beverly Hills bash, but no more ... What did she know of him? Nothing!
Then and there, she resolved to continue enjoying his prick ... aroused as she was, she had little choice in that regard ... but to keep her emotions sternly under lock and key. This, as things turned out, proved far easier to determine than to carry out.
One of the most frightening elements, to Toni, in this unexpected multiple-fucking session with a stranger was the fact that they said virtually not a word once their real big union was achieved. She had known it to be like this with someone she had known long and intimately, when all topics of conversation between them had been exhausted.
But usually, with a new partner, if there were no romantic confidences to be exchanged, there were at least suggestions, questions, and explanations involved with the fucking itself ... how to bring one another on, where to find their most sensitive erogenous areas, some articulate arrangement so that, if possible, they could come together.
But Studs, if that were actually his first name, which seemed unlikely on the face of it, seemed to read her innermost physical secrets as if he had known her and fucked her for years. like right now, for instance ... Just as she was about to disengage the numbed wetness of her cunt from his quiescent cock, he moved it ... again gently as at first in their previous fucking ... and sent a whole new set of sensations winging through her quivering body that washed out her hole with a new flood of sex sap and made any thought of halting the game out of the question ... at least, as far as she was concerned.
Her nipples, already erect, became marble hard as, sliding a hand between their wet bellies, he caught the protuberance of her clit and began doing indescribable things to it ... subtle things that all but put her in rigid orgasm. He rolled it gently, then nipped it hard between thumb and forefinger, then massaged the soft unevenness on either side of it, then pressed it gently with ever-increasing firmness until her whole body detonated ... and then, and only then, did his pole again grow really active in her hole.
There was no straight-away screwing this time. Delicious as that had been, his employment of weapons now was infinitely superior. Never withdrawing his prick more than a couple of inches from her core, he attacked the upper half of her tunnel and the gates of her womb from every conceivable angle, plunging downward, upward, from one side to the other until he had, as if were, boxed the compass or compassed her box.
She lay beneath him, her legs drawn up tight, trying to roll with his drives, trying to disrupt him ... but each effort she made merely sent her into a fresh series of overwhelming spasms of pleasure that all but drove her up the wall. She drove her cunt straight up and at him repeatedly, moving it diagonally on every bias she could attain, but his remorseless and powerfully subtle attacks continued without letup, sending her spinning off into the never-never land of rapture so rapidly that she had never a moment between such seizures to get her breath, much less collect her whirling wits.
At length, after what seemed an eternity of unendurable delight, his cock bucked and spurted deep within her as the result of a super effort on her part ... and this time she returned slowly to her home planet timorously, aware that, if he did not give her some little time of sanity, she would suffer nervous damage.
It was with relief that she finally felt his prick dwindle in her soaked-through tunnel, to finally slip out of her cunt altogether as he pulled himself clear of her. There was a delicious feel of fresh air against her spent labia that almost made up for the sudden, barely endurable emptiness his departure had left behind ... almost, but not quite.
Lying there on the divan in a pool of their combined sweat, she stared up at him as he rose, seemingly unfatigued in any way, and she knew that she was in trouble. Where, before he fucked her, Studs Meador had seemed merely another male whore earning a precarious living by fucking or simulating sex for money ... now, suddenly, he was beautiful, an ancient god of virility and joy miraculously restored to life.
She noted the damp curliness of his golden hair atop both head and pubic mound. Again, she noted the length and strength of his muscular body, the washboard ridges across his lean abdomen, the supple tendons that ran along the insides of his thighs from knees to groin. Inevitably, she noted once more the flowering of his genitalia from the nest of his pubic curls ... the long, dangling marvelously solid prick, the heavy sac of his testicles, seemingly still full of life-giving semen despite their multiple usage during the last two hours.
Once again, she wondered who he was, where he came from ... yet she dared not ask. There was a forbidding aura of arrogant self-containment about him that suggested any unwanted question would be met with a cutting response or, even worse, with silence. So she took refuge in a time-honored ploy, uttered by hundreds of women in hundreds of tongues at the conclusion of sex with a stranger. She said, "Where did you ever learn to make love like that, darling?"
He looked down at her with a sardonic gleam in his cool gray eyes, and an ironic smile flickered about his lips. Then he said, "The same place you did, sister mine ... we happen to have sprung from the same loins, the same womb."
THREE
Toni's first reaction was disbelief. She pushed his magnificent young body clear of hers and sat up, pushing back the sweat-damp honey-colored hair from her face, rubbing her hands laterally under her fine full boobs to rid them of some of the stickiness that had accumulated in the creases there. Narrow-eyed, she said, "What is this ... a put-on?"
Studs, who was standing over her, looked down with malicious amusement and replied, "Not so you'd notice it, darling ... you were born here twenty-four years ago, come August 13. Your parents were John and Margaret Durant. You were a mistake ... they didn't have the pill then ... and you were put out for adoption. A family named Loring accepted you and brought you up in Venice until you got out on your own seven years ago."
Toni was stunned ... as far as it went, it was all true. She said, "What about you, buster?"
"I was another mistake," he said with a trace of bitterness. "I came along about two years after you. Why a pair of fucking pros like our parents let it happen beats me. But, for better or worse, they did, so here I am. The family that got me was named Meador ... and I ran away when I was eighteen. I've been screwing around the last three years, trying to catch up with our beloved parents."
Toni asked, "How did you ever manage to find out so much?"
"For an older broad, my foster mother was a well-preserved bitch. She was my first, in fact."
"You fucked it out of her?"
He grinned. "Can you think of a better way?"
With that, he dropped to the divan beside his sister and, before she could utter a sound, sealed her sex-hot lips with a kiss. As his tongue darted into her mouth and captured hers, he slid an arm around her and fondled her far tit, bringing her nipples again to erection. With his other hand, he slipped between her unclosed thighs and once more made merry with her clit, reawakening the sexual machine that had scarcely had time to become dormant. Within seconds, she was beyond objecting, wanting that marvelous fraternal prick in her cunt so much that it hurt.
Releasing her mouth, he said, his voice low, "This calls for some kind of celebration, sister mine."
She hugged him tight to her turgid tits, gasping, "Some kind of celebration."
A shudder of premature orgasm made her tremble and push her crotch down hard on his tantalizing fingers, creaming all over them as she wriggled her labia against the palm of his hand. Her own free fingers snaked to his cock and caressed its enchanting restored rigidity ... and then she wrestled his compliant body onto its back on the couch and straddled his loins.
She had not yet had time to react to Studs Meador's astounding disclosure ... all she knew was that, brother or not, she had to have that meat where it belonged ... right inside her suffusing cunt ... or die. She had to mount this magnificent stallion and ride him into the ground. Her whole body throbbed and ached with the desire so newly born within it.
She placed his stiff tool dead center under her sizzling crotch, parting her labia with its big royal-purple crown, then wriggled herself right down on it, heaving a heavenly sigh as she felt herself once again transfixed by this heavenly instrument of pleasure. For a long moment they were loin to loin with his rod piercing her hole to its top ... even more deeply, thanks to their position, than before ... and filling it to what felt like the bursting point ... she squatted still and silent upon him. Looking down at him, she was gratified to see the smirk fade from his handsome face, to be replaced by an expression of wondering gratification that matched her own mood.
His strong hands lifted to caress her rigid nipples, to cup the smooth soft rise underneath, to slide lingeringly down her quivering flanks and ... lightly, ever lightly ... to cup her buttocks, making play with them ever so gently and causing unbelievably sweet slight interaction of their fucking pieces in the process.
She rotated her flowing cunt around on his jock and went into a spasm that caused her to gasp, to close her eyes tightly, to hang on by gripping his heavily muscled chest ... and then, before she recovered, his fingers dug cruelly into the fleshy softnesses of her rump and rolled her bottom, lifting it and bringing it down hard to meet his rising loins. As a result, her womb was pierced even more deeply and the resultant reactions of both of them caused their engagement truly to be joined.
Wild as their first bout had been with Studs attacking her from the rear ... delicious as their second encounter had been, with Studs riding on top of her on this same divan ... this third confrontation with Toni in the saddle was on a wholly new, far higher, plateau of rapture.
Even when Toni's voluptuous excitement dipped momentarily between its apparently incessant peaks, she remained in a state of what, with others, she would have considered a wholly satisfactory orgasm.
Their fucking pieces churned and thrust so violently that it seemed as if only a miracle held them in union ... but not once did she lose his cock or did he lose her rolling cunt. Having come several times before that evening, Studs Meador was slow to shoot his sperm into her womb this time, and each added instant it took him to reach climax was that much more heaven for Toni. She thrust down to meet his up-thrusts, she rolled his cock within her like a deliciously drunken sailor, she heaved and dropped her cunt rhythmically, flinging her fine full torso crushingly flat against the washboard muscles of her brother's belly and breast. So wet did their churning bodies grow that each time she lifted her belly from his, the breach of contact resulted in farting sounds ... but they were both far past being discomfited by such eruptions.
When he finally exploded within her, she was rearing up and down on his cock like a beautiful great bird of prey assaulting the object of its hunger ... and when she finally felt the impact of his sperm deep in her convulsing core, she actually uttered a low-pitched scream of sheer rapture before collapsing atop of him.
A dry flat voice from behind them brought her out of the sweet fog of sheer delight, the twilight of tranquility, that had followed her horrendous climax. It said in alien accents with an Asiatic tinge, "What a pity to waste such a performance in private when we have guests to entertain!"
Toni soggily disengaged her cunt from Studs' white-stained cock and once again pushed back the honey-colored hair from her face. Her employer, Madame Li, had entered unbeknownst to either of them and stood well inside the door, her porcelain smooth, pale-ivory face as impassive as if it had been carved out of jade ... only the snapping-turtle black eyes gleamed with amusement otherwise unexpressed.
She might have been twenty-eight or fifty-eight ... no marks of age obscured the pale glowing beauty of her Oriental face, framed in hair of lacquer black agleam with pearls. Her single visible garment was a floor-length mandarin robe of Chinese white silk with a wide blue border and cuffs extensively and expensively embroidered with fascinating figures and landscape; embroidery that included incredible amounts of heavy gold thread.
Faced with such splendor, Toni was nakedly unabashed. She said, "I never take part in my own shows, Madam Li. You know that ... it was written into our agreement."
The faintest of sighs caused the folds of the robe to ripple and rustle like leaves in the lightest of spring zephyrs. She laughed, low and light, then said in her oddly flat Asian accent, "A pity ... you could both give your colleagues lessons to their profit ... and my distinguished guests as well."
"This is a private party," said Toni.
"Tsk, tsk ... you left the door unlocked."
"The door has no lock," said Studs.
"Tsk, tsk ... my oversight." Then, with a smile that seemed to light up the pale-ivory skin from within, "Perhaps, since I have already invaded your privacy, I might be permitted to intrude further?"
Studs spoke for the first time. "How much further, Missie San?"
Madame Li turned to regard him, first looking at his still-wet genitals, then upward slowly across the corded muscles of his torso to his handsome face. She smiled sweetly, then said to both of them, "It occurred to me that my house has facilities somewhat more comfortable and more private upstairs. Perhaps..."
"Why not, Sis?" said Studs.
Toni flashed a brief glare at her brother for this open familiarity ... fucking her was one thing, betrayal of an as yet unresolved relationship something else. Then, because she was trapped, she shrugged, a gesture which put her beautiful boobs into fascinating motion. Then she said, "Oh, all right."
The impenetrable black eyes hardened. "You do not sound overenthusiastic," said the Asian woman.
Toni took a deep breath which brought further fascinating action to her boobs, said, "It's not that, Madame Li ... but I'll have to see how Patti is making out with the entertainment first."
"Very well, Miss Loring ... there is a small staircase at the end of the hallway just outside."
"I've seen it."
"When you reach the top, you'll find a door. Open it and pass through and enter the second door on your left ... and please do not forget to turn the lock after you enter."
"Very well," said Toni.
Madame Li dimpled and, taking Studs by the hand, led him, still stark naked, from the room. Toni stood staring after them, wondering what the hell. Suddenly it came to her that she had let her brother be kidnapped right under her own pert nose ... a condition not to be endured an instant longer than necessary. She skinned into the dressing room shower, quickly sponged off the crusted sex sap and sweat from her body, ran a brush through her long thick honey-colored hair, restored her makeup, and donned a white toweling robe that reached barely to her knees.
Thus equipped, she returned to check with her assistant, who was busily engaged in last-minute instructions to the substitutes Maida had sent from the office. She looked relieved when Toni appeared, gave her the poop, and listened while the tall blonde laid down the law.
"Remember," she said, "It's got to be simulated fucking ... all the way ... until and unless one of the guests decides to join in. Then the job is to get that guest to come as quickly as possible, then over and out. But you know the rules ... you've all been the route before."
There was a further checkup on the combinations the four performers were to indulge in, from masturbation to the quartet, and the order in which these combinations were to be staged.
The briefing concluded, Toni said, "Okay then ... Patti's in charge. Go out there and have a lot of fun and make us all a lot of loot."
She turned and left them. Patti caught up with her and said, her eyes glazed with fright, "You leaving me on my own?"
"Sink or swim," said Toni, Then tousling her assistant's curly hair. "Don't blow your cool ... you'll be okay, sweetie."
"But...." began Patti, glassy-eyed. "But, Toni...."
By that time, the honey blonde was on her way. She found the staircase without difficult, discovered, rather to her surprise, that the two doors above were unlocked and passed through them, turning the bolt in the second door behind her.
She found herself in an unbelievably opulent private apartment in the big Beverly Hills mansion. The blend of Oriental and French Provincial was unusual but well appointed. She trod on rich carpets which felt like velvet.
She was in a living-room ... beyond lay a bedroom centered around a dragon bed of gilded woodwork frame that must have been designed to hold an entire college crew and their dates ... and beyond that lay a large dressing room with mirror-doored sliding closets and, beyond that, a bathroom from which the sounds of voices and laughter could be heard.
Toni headed for it and discovered herself in a room whose floor was of yellow and black tile, whose walls and ceiling seemed to be entirely made of mirrors, save for the two throne rooms which were enclosed in opaque black glass. The entire chamber was centered about an octagonal sunken tub whose diameter measured a good eight feet and whose fittings were richly plated in gold.
This tub was filled waist high with crystal-clear water and in it Studs and Madame Li was disporting ... or rather Madame Li was disporting with her mouth affixed to the young man's cock while the rest of her undulated, mermaid-fashion, around it, weaving patterns as graceful as those of an eel or an otter. The magnificent mandarin robe lay carelessly tossed over the raised end of a loveseat just inside the door ... evidently the only garment Madame Li had had on when she intruded on Studs' and Toni's screwing session downstairs.
Madame Li came up for air then, laughing and sputtering and holding Studs' cock tightly in one of her tiny, deceptively frail-looking hands. His cook was so rigid it broke water with its purple crown and its owner looked down on it with nonchalant pride.
Suddenly, as she shed her toweling robe, Toni was obsessed with a desire to play the voyeur, to watch her newfound brother in action, something she could hardly do while engaged in the act of fucking him herself. She had always enjoyed watching sex almost as much as performing it ... which was one of the underlying reasons for the success of her highly specialized business.
She was also curious to see her employer of the evening with her guard down ... and she doubted if Madame Li's guard was ever down except when she was fucking, perhaps not even then. The Asian beauty was truly a woman of mystery, a fabulous creature who had turned up in Beverly Hills barely a year before but whose exotic lavishness and beauty had already made her a creature of fable. It was rumored that she was a princess ... or a whore ... or both. That she had fled her war-torn native land with much of the funds of the local Communist party ... or of the local conservative chief ... or of a black-market millionaire G.I.
It was said ... but the rumors were endless. Toni, like everyone else who had dealt with her, had found Madame Li a fascinating enigma or series of enigmas, one contained by another like a nest of Chinese boxes. She had expected her to be difficult ... but Madame Li had been easygoing. She had expected her to make any number of unreasonable demands for the money she was paying ... but Madame Li had not. She had expected ... but the list ran on like the babbling brook in pre-pollution days ... forever.
Now Madame Li was naked and beautifully so and engaged in doing a rim job on Toni's brother in her own fabulous sunken tub. All at once, Toni wanted to see more action than this two-person water ballet.
She cried in her penetrating contralto, "Hey, Studs, stick that thing of yours right into her and stuff it up her cunt."
Stud regarded his sister enigmatically for a moment, while Madame Li lifted her black head and looked at Toni, via one of the wall mirrors, with an expression of surprise. She seemed about to utter a protest at the crudity of this interruption, but Toni had an answer for that.
"See if she's woman enough to take your meat ... all of it, darling!" Toni concluded.
The challenge worked. Madame Li's lotus-blossom mouth tightened and a competitive gleam lit up the licorice drop eyes. A sharp cry came from her and then she turned to her task with the scowling intensity of a craftswoman whose quality of work has been called into question.
She stood up in the tub, the water streaming down over the small, pink-tipped pale brown mounds of her breasts, revealing a torso unopulent by Western standards but as subtle in its near-boyish simplicity as a stylized and streamlined amber statuette. She lifted Studs' long, thick prick higher above the water and studied it like a scientist studying a new form of a familiar specimen before deciding how and where it would fit.
Then, without further-ado, she slid upward through the water and literally scaled Studs' muscular young body, slithering upward on it until her arms were around his neck, her small boobs flattened against his massive chest, her legs circling his waist, her taut little rump crowding the crown of his rampant cock.
Up to this point, Studs had played a passive role in the erotic game ... but, without word or warning, he chose the instant to go into action. His hands came up out of the water and clamped on her buttocks like twin talons, spreading her nates wide and then, digging into the sleek pale ivory flesh, pulled her distended cunt right down over his ready cock.
Madame Li uttered a strangled squawk as her tiny hole was pierced by this big blunt instrument. Her lips drew back and her white teeth flashed and her lithe little body struggled desperately to clear itself of the thick intruder ... but Studs maintained his remorseless grip on her rump and continued the downward pull, so that each of her desperate wriggles served only to settle her more fully and firmly on his lance.
She uttered another strangled cry as, with an inch of his prick still protruding from her widely stretched hole, he apparently touched bottom ... or top ... a cry that was checked as suddenly as it was begun. Her straight legs shot straight outward on either side of his loins, her arms flew wide from around his neck and her torso fell backward with a splash as it hit the water.
Studs continued to hold her buttocks tight, drawing her slowly with rotary twists until the last of his dong was submerged in her hole ... and Madame Li's lips parted again and she uttered another sound, this time a long, low animal moan that echoed around the ornate bathroom and was followed by a series of unintelligible repetitions that somehow were easily translated into an Oriental version of "Fuck me ... fuck me . . .fuck me!"
Studs proceeded to do just that in leisurely, masterful fashion. Leaning backward slightly in the water to counterbalance the weight of her body in front of him, with his feet planted wide on the bottom of the tub, he rolled her crotch slowly, then rapidly, finally pulling it outward until all but the crown of his cock was exposed just below the surface of the clear water, then yanked it inward until once more it was buried in her creaming cunt.
A seraphic smile replaced the expression of dismay on Madame Li's exquisite features as she lay flat on the surface, paddling lightly with her arms to keep her head above water while Studs had his way with her, their joined image reflected at crazy angles in the multitude of mirrors with which the opulent chamber was equipped. As he exercised the exotic body he held under absolute control according to his multitude of whims, he looked down at the beauty laid out before him with a half smile on his handsome face.
Suddenly, Madame Li spasmed, thrashing about and making wavelets that lapped the tiled yellow sides of the big tub. Her extended legs locked around him once more, tiny heels digging into his nates as she sought to draw more of his delicious dick into her churning guts while her cunt, thus braced, began a series of wildly intricate evolutions on its own. Wisps of white fluid floated out from the sopping juncture of their fucking pieces, and Studs released his grip on her buttocks and lifted his arms shoulder high while the Asian woman clung to him with her legs alone, fucking him like some sort of wild animal.
Looking upward at Toni, who was enjoying this further evidence of her brother's sexual prowess, he grinned like a naughty little boy and cried exultantly, "Look, Sis ... no hands!"
FOUR
Then, as the Asian woman did something especially violent with her free-wheeling cunt, the smile left his face and his hands gripped her wee waist cruelly as, with a series of deep, powerful lunges he came, sending his sperm deep into her convulsing core. She uttered a series of shrill squawks that might have come out of a barnyard, and the little streams of white liquid doubled and then trebled as his semen joined her escaping sex sap.
He pulled out of her abruptly, wading away from her still-struggling body and massaging his prick gently. As he lifted himself easily up over the edge of the pool, he sat on the tiles with his feet still in the water and said to Toni, "Jesus! Talk about a tight hole! She damn near strangled my dick."
"You shouldn't have left her high and dry," said Toni in mild reproof, noting that the Asian woman was still floundering about, her face agonized, both hands working frantically with her cunt as she sought relief from the agony-ecstasy peak on which Studs had so abruptly left her.
"I had to get out once I got my rocks off," said Studs. "My God, Sis ... it was hurting like hell."
"She needs help."
With that, Toni slid into the pool and made her way to the Asian beauty who had floundered to a wall of the octagonal tub and was hanging on for dear life. She turned Madame Li around and slid articulate fingers downward to caress her hostess-employer's clit ... and failed to find it until she looked down closely and saw that it was well above her tormented hole, buried beneath the sparse black hairs of her well-defined pubic mound.
She gave the mound a gentle squeeze, thus activating the button, and the madness left Madame Li's licorice-drop eyes and she gasped, "Don't stop, darling ... don't stop. I'm dying."
Slowly, Toni restored her to reality. The Asian beauty came out of her erotic anguish with a sudden shake of her head that sent the black hair fanning out around it, shedding water in all directions. Then she looked at Toni and laughed and kissed her, giving her full breasts an affectionate squeeze.
"Thanks, darling," she said, maintaining the contact of their naked bodies. "That young man of yours ... he's too much."
There was no doubt in Toni's mind but that the Asian female wanted to top off her heterosexual experience with Studs by a homosexual one with herself ... and she was of a mind to accept the unspoken proposition. After all, Studs had enjoyed that exotic pale-ivory body, so why shouldn't she? Besides, the odd arrangement of Madame Li's genitals intrigued her.
They adjourned to the bedroom with its great dragon bed, crisply open for the night and made with the finest of Irish-linen sheets laid taut across its immense surface, sheets that were tinted a rosy pink by the dim indirect lighting that was reflected from the mirror in the ceiling above them.
As Toni and Madame Li embraced lovingly, Studs yawned and said, "If you two girls are going to suck each other off, I'm going to take ten."
He stretched out flat on his stomach, well away from them, after pulling a huge fluffy pillow under his head and in mere seconds lay snoring gently, fast asleep. Lying in each other's arms, both women regarded his muscular male beauty fondly.
"What a magnificent tiger man!" Madame Li murmured. "I thought he was going to tear me to pieces when he first put it into me."
"He's the best there is," said Toni, feeling a sudden surge of pride in the fact that this beautiful super-cocksman was her brother.
The Asian beauty's satin body stirred lasciviously against Toni's already surcharged softness. With laughter lurking close behind the ivory surface of her face, she said softly, "What shall we do while he sleeps?"
Toni said, "I'm open to suggestion."
"Are you open to this?" Madame Li asked. With incredible swiftness, moving with the grace and agility of an Olympic gymnast, she reversed her position and, almost before Toni divined her intention, had spread her legs wide and thrust a long thick tongue right into her cunt ... a cunt already well prepared to receive erotic visitors, thanks both to the water sport she had just witnessed and the excitement of the Asian beauty's proposition.
While Toni was essentially a lover of men, her sexual drive was so great that, either because a man was unavailable or because a change of scene seemed momentarily attractive, she was capable of deriving immense delight from lesbian love. There was a rapport between females, an instinctive understanding of physical needs and gratifications, that was never quite attainable between members of the opposite sex. Just as no woman could ever know exactly how a man feels when he fucks or vice versa. But women know one another ... just as homosexual males have intimate understandings.
Then, too, Toni derived great delight from the softness of the well-turned female body ... and Madame Li's body, in its unencumbered, exotic way, was truly a well of loveliness that matched Toni's own more opulent beauty. There was an elegance about the Asian woman's satin smoothness with its lack of bulges that titillated Toni's desire to give and receive enjoyment.
Lying under that active little body with its deceptively virginal girlishness, Toni spread the buttocks just above her face and studied the unusual crotch she was about to diddle with fingers, lips, and tongue. Madame Li's cleft was almost nonexistent, her arsehole flat against the surrounding flesh, her adorable little cunt without lips. These lay, as Toni had already noticed, well beyond and buried beneath the thick black curls that adorned her pubic mound, surrounding the clit that was entirely independent of the hole between her legs.
Fondling the Asian beauty's underside and exploring its infinite possibilities with questioning fingers, Toni made the further discovery that Madame Li's cunt, which lay open just above her own full lips, was triangular in shape, with the base toward the front. Inevitably she remembered the hoary canard about
Chinese women's cunts being set sideways and thought, Boys, were you ever wrong!
Just then, Madame Li's tongue lit a sweet fire in Toni's loving cup, and she spasmed ... a spasm quickly repeated in highly intensified form as the Asian woman seized her clit between tiny white teeth and nibbled at it with excruciatingly pleasurable results.
Since any first assault on such an exotic citadel of sex was, by its very nature, a trial run, when Toni had sufficiently recovered to take action herself, she extended a forefinger inside the Y of Madame Li's split thighs and diddled the clit so unusually far from her main organ of sex. At once, the crotch so close to her face went into squirming action, lifting and dropping and rolling in instant spasmodic reaction. Toni kept diddling the oddly exposed clit to get her share of the game underway, while the Asian beauty thrust her tongue once again into her creaming cunt and sent waves of rapture coursing through the American girl's body that had her own rump thumping rhythmically on the pink sheets.
Then Toni ceased diddling Madame Li's clit and, clasping the pelvis above her with a two-arm embrace, pulled it down on top of her fine full tits so that her flesh was in close contact with the Asian's excitable clit and her thighs were spread by the downward pressure, thus opening even wider the triangle of her creaming cunt.
Then, as Madame Li had done to her moments earlier, Toni thrust her own tongue into the sopping sweet hole. She understood the problem Studs had faced in getting his thick dick into this tiny receptacle ... for an instant, she did not think she could even get her tongue inside. Toni had a long, strong tongue, which she had learned to control well, almost a match for the superbly educated tongue that was inundating her body with great waves of fire.
She ran it as far in as she could, and the apparently unpenetrable passage displayed surprising elasticity; elasticity that enabled her to work well into it while savoring its sweet-sharp flavor. Once there, even as she herself spasmed again and again, she began fluttering the tip, causing Madame Li to utter a snort before her bottom began bucking like a wild Mongolian pony.
Thanks to Toni's double grip on the Asian woman's pelvis, she was able to keep a tight rein on her partner, but this restraint, instead of curbing her near-insanity, seemed rather to add a fillip to the exquisite torrents of rapture she was receiving. Even when Toni halted the fluttering action, the crazy bucking and bumping and thrusting continued ... and when she once again slid a forefinger underneath and ran it back and forth laterally across the clit buried between her breasts, Madame Li began to pant like a dying engine and her whole body suddenly burst into a violent sweat.
At that point, the Asian woman pulled her tongue out of Toni's hole and, without warning, gathered her clit, labia, and nymphae into her mouth ... then proceeded to suck them in and out, returning Toni's action on her own clit by shaking her head violently in the very heart of the American girl's streaming crotch.
This caused Toni to lose control, so exquisite and overwhelming was the tide of titillation that swept through her entire body. For a time, the entire universe became cunt and crotch and unleashed passions and pussyjuice, her own and her partner's, and tongue and teeth and lips and buttocks ... all merged together as if poured into an electric blender and turned on ... oh, so terrifically turned on!
When at last it was over, the pink sheets were stained dark red with sweat and they moved toward the middle of the great dragon bed where they lay side by side, gently fondling one another's genitals and gazing up at their soft reflection in the mirror above them.
"Remind me to do this again," said Madame Li, sighing.
"Not right now," said Toni. "You're marvelous, Madame Li."
"Call me Green Jade."
"Green Jade." She squeezed the Asian woman's exposed clit gently, watching the reflection of the ripple of pleasure that passed through the pale-ivory body.
"Uh!" sighed Green Jade. "Not too much now, darling Toni."
"But you're perfect."
"I should be," said Green Jade, "if practice has anything to do with perfection. I've had enough of that, heaven knows."
Toni laughed and squeezed her clit once more, sending the Asian beauty into another gentle spasm. Green Jade retaliated so cunningly that Toni's cream almost spurted and her body went into brief rigid climax.
"Jesus!" she cried. "You're killing me!"
"Turnabout is fair play." The Oriental woman seemed to have an endless supply of stock sayings.
Toni withdrew her hand from her lover's mound and said, "I'll be good ... for a while."
Green Jade grabbed for her hand, returned it to the palpitating clit it had just deserted, and said, "Don't leave me ... but don't set me off for a little bit."
"Okay," said Toni. "We really did each other up brown, didn't we?"
"It was beautiful. You know, Toni, this is the best of all combinations ... two women, one man. A girl gets the best of it both ways then."
"You've got a point."
There was a stirring on the far side of the huge bed and Studs turned over on his side. Both women watched in the mirror and saw what had caused him to shift ... his cock was three-quarters erect and must have been uncomfortable underneath him.
"He shouldn't keep it exposed like that," said
Green Jade. "Anything might happen to it ... and it's far too precious to run any needless risks."
Toni said, "It should have some sort of protection ... some sort of soft warm sheath."
"It must be listening," said Green Jade. "It's getting bigger."
"Begging to be protected," said Toni.
The Asian girl propped herself up on both elbows and said, "We have two sheaths between us, not counting our arseholes. Which one do you think it would prefer?"
"It's my turn," said Toni.
"And this is my bed," said Green Jade.
"It also happens to belong to my brother."
"You must be jesting, Toni!"
Toni shook her head and explained the unexpected turn the evening had taken. The Asian beauty listened avidly, her eyes glowing with excitement, her head cocked slightly on one side.
When Toni finished, Green Jade clapped her hands together softly and said, her voice high with excitement, "But this is too wonderful ... this I must see. I yield precedence to you, darling."
As they spoke, Studs rolled over on his back, his prick rising high in the air at an angle that reminded both women of an anti-aircraft gun aimed to fire. Green Jade was nearest to him and, before Toni could make a move, her right hand snaked out and gripped that magnificent tool around the base loosely.
"Hey!" cried Toni. "I thought I was going to fuck it first."
Green Jade's perfect little Oriental face crinkled with amusement in its frame of long straight black hair. She gave the object of her attention a slow squeeze, glowed with delight as it grew a full inch longer and a half inch thicker as a result.
"You promised, Green Jade!"
"Green Jade speak with forked tongue," said the Asian beauty. Then added, "Never fear, Toni dear, I'll just warm it up for you a little."
With that, she slithered close to the still-slumbering Studs Meador, bent over his loins, and went to work on his prick with her hands and mouth. Placing the tip of a forefinger atop its royal-purple crown to hold it steady, she turned her head sideways and began licking it gently with her post-graduate degree tongue, slowly working her way upward along the sensitive seam at the bottom.
Lowering her head swiftly, she repeated the process, then got up on her knees and, ringing the base of the thick-veined phallus with her fingers, proceeded to give it a rim job, lapping and nibbling her way around the ridge-like ring that defined the foot of its crown.
Studs stirred suddenly in his sleep, opening his knees wide and knocking Green Jade from her position over his cock. Quick to seize the opportunity, Toni sprang at her rival and pulled her clear of Studs' beautifully muscled, sun-bronzed body. Since she could not straddle his loins while his knees were spread so wide, Toni stood up on the bed and planted a foot on either side of his chest. Then, instead of squatting on her brother's well-warmed cock, she sat on it, supporting herself with down-thrust arms on either side as she wriggled her juicing hole over the instrument it was designed to receive.
Her entire being seemed to come vibrantly alive as she felt her brother's magnificent whang slide into her ultra-ready vagina. She pressed herself down upon it until she felt her labia pressed flat against the hairy flesh of his scrotum ... and then sat poised, for long delicious seconds, rocking ever so slightly upon the spired couch she had made of his body and sending small spasm after small spasm radiating outward from their joined fucking pieces until every nerve end in her vibrant body sang a song of ecstasy.
His eyes opened and regarded her for a moment, blank with sleep, unrecognizing. Then awareness flashed into their moonstone-gray depths and a slow smile spread over his handsome young features. His powerful hands came up to grip her waist from either side, sliding upward until his thumbs closed over the twin small spires of her nipples, pushing them deep into her boobs and adding their secondary thrills to the major rapture radiating from her well-filled center.
Then they slid down, gripped her lithe waist tightly and, as if he were a trained seal bouncing a ball on the tip of his nose, began bouncing her cunt up and down on the rigidity of his dick. The resultant torrents of pleasure that flooded through her caused her to come all over his loins and she feared for a timeless moment that she was going to black out. Then he eased up, still smiling, and said, "Lean back, Sis ... put your arms further behind you."
He came up on his own arms as she did so, and there they were, half sitting and still joined, in such a position that, by looking down, they could see their fucking pieces in action or, by looking up, get the same view upside down in the overhead mirror.
"Pretty ... pretty!" cried Green Jade, who had risen to her knees close beside them, the better to view what transpired.
Laughing with delight, Toni began pulling her cunt backward, away from her brother, so that his cock emerging from her suffusing hole seemed to drag her labia and nymphae out with it ... then thrusting her loins forward until cock, labia, and nymphae were once more swallowed up by her cunt as if they had no existence outside of her.
Having already experienced the welcome intrusion of her brother's prick, Toni was physiologically prepared for its reception ... and while its length and thickness filled her delightfully, she no longer feared that it might split her sheath wide open. It slid so easily in and out of her now, felt so beautiful, so wholly right, that she spasmed merely thinking about the joys it had given her and would soon give her again.
She pulled away a second time and returned, then a third ... and when she pulled away the fourth time, Studs followed right with her, so that his cock remained buried to the hilt in her cunt all the way. When she thrust again, he gave with her but counterthrust as her hole was closest to his jock, giving his weapon a rotary thrust as he drove it home ... an unexpected movement that sent her rocketing back to the clouds once more, entirely out of control.
So wild were her reactions that, for one awful, earth-shuddering moment, she lost his cock entirely, leaving her hole hideously empty ... but Studs captured her churning pelvis and held its desperate thrusting firm while he drove his spike home once more. To obviate all chance of losing her again, he pulled her flat against his chest, crushing her boobs against his chest, mashing them flat as they clung desperately, navel to navel, while her insane bottom did a war dance on his cock.
She was so far lost on the sea of ecstasy that she all but lost his coming within her ... but the sudden fierce preliminary bucking of his dong brought her back to awareness and, with a little scream of delight, she smashed her sopping cunt down with full force on his turgid prick, squeezing it tightly with the minuscular muscles in the velvet walls of her vagina, milking it as eagerly as ever a dairymaid milked a cow's udder, holding him full in her womb until the last spurting drop was transferred from his body to hers.
It was a memorable piece of tail for both of them, and they sank exhausted on the sadly tumbled pink linen sheets, utterly spent. Green Jade looked down on them fondly, then said, "Darlings, as soon as you're able, let's go downstairs and see how my party is coming along."
FIVE
For the time being, their idyllic private playtime was finished. It was now necessary to re-enter a world of other people with other viewpoints and other demands. They bathed swiftly, anointing themselves with sweet scents, of which Green Jade's super-bathroom had infinite variety. As she donned a mandarin robe of black silk, as magnificently embroidered as their hostess's white-based garment, Toni felt a surge of affection toward her two companions that almost frightened her in its intensity. She sensed, as she redid Green Jade's lustrous black hair with swift and dexterous efficiency, that the bond they had formed this evening was one that would endure ... perhaps for days, perhaps for weeks or months, perhaps longer still.
She looked lovingly at her brother, who wore a similar robe of brilliant red and gold, as yet unfastened so that his fine young body was still revealed in a panel of well-bronzed flesh. Her eyes lingered on the golden fluff of his pubic hair, so like her own, on the delight of his proud prick, which suggested its power and purpose even dangling, utterly at ease, over the fascinating twin-bulged ammunition sac of his balls.
He caught his sister's regard, thrust his loins forward in a playful copulative gesture, then fondled the fine silk of his robe and said, "I feel like Dr. Fu Manchu in this rig."
Green Jade laughed and said, "Disguised as American stud, Studs darling ... complete with fine Yankee codpiece."
Toni said solemnly, "An' that's the truth," ornamenting the final syllable with a juicy raspberry.
They went downstairs in the magnificent house a few moments later and, hand in hand, entered the private little theater from the rear of the audience.
Instantly, Toni was once more the professional, the creator and operator of Affairs, Incorporated, sweeping the luxurious small auditorium with narrowed eyes, her attention focused first on the stage before studying the audience reactions ... after all, it was her show.
They had arrived only in time for the finale, and the four performers on the small stage were engaged in an active and intricate simulated sexual maneuver on the large, satin-draped divan that was the only article of furniture within the frame of the proscenium ... tiger-striped by the intermittent flashes of the strobe lighting, while the stereophonic music added impact with its orgiastic blare of brass, reeds, and drums.
Jeannie, her black boobs flying free, was sucking the cock of a lanky redheaded youth named Jonah, her black skin gleaming with sweat in the flashing lights, while Marie, a platinum blonde with immense boobs, applied her mouth to the black girl's palpitating rump ... and big, ebony-hued Harvey Raines, his teeth gleaming like iridescent ivory in his ape-like face, was seemingly plunging his huge cock in and out of her cunt from the rear.
"How beautiful!" Green Jade cried as the climactic performance continued according to plan. "How loving!"
She stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Toni's cheek, a salute barely acknowledged as Toni continued to study the show to see if her employees were earning their pay. They merged together on the divan in a pattern of arms and legs and heads and torsos so intricate that it was impossible to tell who was doing what to whom ... and then, as the music came to an abrupt, cacophonous halt, the stage went black and the houselights came on, warmly, dimly, and secretly.
This was just as well, for the audience of some fifteen couples occupying the rows of sofas and overstuffed chairs placed in the tiny auditorium for their comfort, were for the most part engaged in activities that rivaled those they had just witnessed onstage. Discarded clothing lay strewn heedlessly on the heavy carpeting as its owners had felt the need to stage private and personal performances of their own.
Here and there, legs protruded above the backs of the sofas at odd angles ... two couples, one a lesbian duet, had either fallen or chosen to use the carpeting for greater freedom of action as they fucked and sucked away at one another like animals. In an armchair set against a side wall, a famous elderly multi-millionaire savings and loans magnate, looking like a well-dressed roue from the waist up and like a naked Falstaff from the waist down, was screwing a current Hollywood starlet who straddled his plump lap, wearing only a spun glass pullover evening blouse with her bare rump riding up and down on his cock like a trip hammer.
Barely visible from where Toni stood with Studs and Green Jade, Nils Maynard, virile hero of a score of rugged he-man movies and a perennial box-office favorite, was happily denying his worldwide image of super-masculinity by plunging his justly celebrated cock in and out of the arsehole of a famous male dress designer who emitted grunts of satisfaction each time the famed codpiece was rammed deep into his bowels.
Green Jade surveyed the happy scene with satisfaction, then said to Toni, "Time for refreshments." She moved to the rear wall, where a huge circular bronze gong was hanging, plucked the cloth-headed hammer from its hook and struck it a blow that seemed to shake the whole house with its vibrations, like a minor earthquake.
Startled heads popped up over the backs of sofas, the lesbian pair's faces emerged from the crotches in which they had been happily sixty-nining, the starlet jumped and lost completely the multi-million-dollar prick as her cunt came up too high ... just as the suddenly revealed cock of the fat Falstaff jetted a stream of white semen that splashed on the rich carpeting beneath.
"Better luck next time, Poopy," said Green Jade to the unfortunate magnate. "Time to eat ... and not each other, my dear visitors ... at least, not for a little while."
As was usual at such affairs, the buffet had been laid out and the huge silver punchbowl prepared in advance. Toni invariably insisted that all servants be discreetly invisible at this sort of function, having taken her tip from the lascivious due de Richelieu, who staged his notorious orgies of old in a single large room with a table that was hydraulically hoisted from the floor below when wanted, so that the menials who prepared it should never see what their betters were doing above them.
The buffet was in perfect harmony with the intent and mood of the party ... Toni's caterers had seen to that. From the immense baron of beef, with the thigh bone that crowned its rich red meat decorated in the guise of a huge human prick, to the molded salads, each arranged in double domes to resemble buttocks or full female bosoms, every item on the long refectory table carried its own erotic significance.
The handles of the simulated silver knives, forks, and spoons were miniature phalli, the plates had stylized cunts in their centers, the napkins bore ribald inscriptions in bright blood red such as, Wipe me clean, darling, or A bitch in time saves ninety...
Studs headed for the punchbowl but Green Jade plucked at his robe before he reached it, saying, sotto voce, "You don't need what's in that, honey."
He looked at her, at first indignant, then with a crinkling smile as her meaning got home to him. He whispered loud enough for both women to hear, "I may need it before you two get through with me."
The Asian beauty laughed her silvery laugh and, slipping her hand through the front of his robe, gave his cock an affectionate squeeze, saying, "We won't let that happen, will we, Toni darling?"
Toni said to her brother, "She's right, Studs ... it's more fun to watch."
The first guest to react to the aphrodisiac in the punch was the most dignified-looking person in the room ... a long-retired, fabulously wealthy silent-screen beauty whose once world-renown face and figure had long been lost in layer after layer of fat. Cosseted, corseted, wearing a bright purple wig, she looked like a dowager from some Edwardian nightmare dreamed by Salvador Dali.
After downing a third glass of the innocent-looking punch, she approached the buffet to fill a plate with elephantine daintiness, assembling a veritable pyramid of the goodies before her. Just as she was lifting a first forkful of fatty beef over the immense superstructure of her bosom, she paused with the fork in midair. Her watery eyes glazed and both plate and fork fell to the floor as a gigantic spasm shook her hip-popotamic body. Her mouth opened to form a perfect O of purple lipstick, and suddenly she lifted her floor-length skirts and hoisted them above her mammoth thighs, revealing a welter of lumpy flesh crisscrossed with purple veins between the tops of her stockings and her rock-hard girdle with its taut garters.
She clawed desperately at the table, upsetting a number of carefully contrived culinary achievements as she pawed for and finally captured a long French roll from its nest with others of its sort in a snowy-white napkin that rested in a silver dish with a picket fence of erect penises around its rim. She spread her quaking thighs as she moved the roll toward them and a large tuft of purple-dyed pussy hair appeared below the tight hem of the girdle ... then, swiftly, she shoved the hard-crusted roll right up into her cunt and began to move in a sort of samba that might have been more gracefully performed by a rhinoceros.
"My God!" somebody cried. "Look at poor old Maizie!"
A male voice then said, "Fuck poor old Maizie ... look at me!"
The speaker was an elegant young playboy clad in black pullover and slacks. The latter were unzipped and through the gap thus afforded protruded a prick that if it lacked the thickness of Studs's codpiece, more than matched it in length. The blonde starlet, still naked from the waist down, took one look at this goodie on display and, with a cry of delight, forsook her bloated old millionaire, then, with a long flying leap, clamped her legs around the playboy's waist while she slid his prick into her obviously aching cunt, wriggling her bottom around on it like a carnival cooch dancer.
Soon the entire elegant room was a shambles of fucking, sucking, buggering couples. Bubbies flew free in the air, buttocks bobbed and quivered and thrust, lips clutched hungrily at cocks and cunts, vestiges of remaining clothing were ripped from bodies filled wholly with lust
... or craving to be filled with lust.
Poor old Mazie came in a convulsion of suet that crushed the hard-crusted roll in her cunt to a shower of soggy crumbs which descended to the carpet between her huge legs in a little shower of driblets. Then, sighting the lone millionaire who had been deserted by his blonde bacchante, she turned toward him, her hitherto watery eyes literally agleam with reawakened sex frenzy.
He saw her approaching but not quite in time. As he turned to flee from this unwelcome menace, his foot slipped on some spilled salad, his legs flew out from under him and he crashed, rump down, to the carpet and lay there momentarily helpless with the wind knocked from his corpulent body.
This was all the opportunity poor old Maizie needed. Stepping astride of her hapless prey, she lifted her skirts once more and squatted right down over the erect little cock that protruded perkily from the millionaire's white shirttails. As she literally swallowed his poor prick in the vast cavern of her cunt, her victim's last articulate words were, "Oh, no, Maizie ... not that! Not after all these years."
Thereafter, the only sounds he was capable of uttering were grunts of dismay that became a sobbing wail as he came in this detestable container. Clearly, as Green Jade pointed out, it was not the poor rich man's night.
As they watched the homosexual he-man screen star being blown by a notorious multiple divorcee, who was receiving a younger man's prick in her cunt from behind at the same time, Toni suddenly felt the disgust of all professionals toward amateur efforts. There was, for her, neither beauty nor erotic stimulation in the spectacle ... it was rather like the plight of a teetotaler in a roomful of drunkards.
She caught Green Jade's dark eye and rolled her own in an expression that indicated her desire to get out of there. The Asian beauty hesitated, then said, "Shall we take some refreshment to your people, Toni?"
It was Toni's turn to hesitate ... she knew perfectly well that, by "refreshment," Green Jade meant some of the sex-spiked punch. Since they were, perforce, all highly erotic young folk, she wondered how it would affect their behavior ... decided it would do them no harm, since they were probably fucking and sucking anyway.
So she said, "I think it might be more fun than this," and, moments later, the three of them quietly left the orgy behind them ... with Studs carrying a smaller bowl of the punch while the two girls carried cups to drink it from.
The five of them, two blacks ... Jeannie and Harvey Raines ... and three whites ... redheaded Jonah, the platinum-blonde Marie and brown-haired Patti ... were gathered in the dressing room assigned to the men, enjoying cigarettes and a jug of Spanada. Surprisingly, although all were still naked save for Patti, nobody was actively engaged in sex.
Green Jade noted this fact with upraised eyebrows and said, "I thought you might be having fun ... you should see how you inspired the company."
"After four hours of rehearsing and two more up on that stage!" cried Jeannie. "You've got to be kidding, Madame Li."
The Asian beauty smiled sweetly and gestured hospitably toward the punchbowl, which Studs had just set on a table against one wall of the room, then said, "You may find this more stimulating than Spanada, darlings."
"Hey!" said Jeannie, suddenly recognizing Studs, "Look who's back! I thought Toni fired you."
"Get a load of that getup!" said Harvey, uncoiling his black body from an undertaker's chair.
"Courtesy of the house," said Toni. "Help yourselves."
Uttering thanks, the quintet gathered around the punchbowl and, after sampling its contents, poured themselves seconds and thirds ... while the unholy three once more stood well back beside the door, waiting for the inevitable to transpire.
But this time things failed to work out exactly as planned. The first to react to the insidious liquid was little Patti, who had been all fired up ever since Studs had stood her up against the wall backstage. Furthermore, once the frenzy held her in its grip, there was no doubt that her desires had not focused on anyone else.
With a series of little grunts, she moved in on him and slid her hot little hand inside his robe and began pumping vigorously at his tool. Half amused, Studs let out a yip of mock alarm and playfully tried to hold off her determined onslaught.
But Patti, lit up with lust like a Christmas tree, refused to be denied. Panting, she released his prick and stood clear of him only long enough to rip the clothing from her deliciously rounded little body. Then she sprang once more toward her prey.
This time it was Green Jade who halted her, pinioning the girl's frantic arms behind her back with unexpected strength and wrestling know-how. Patti's lush body squirmed and churned in the effort to get away and be fucked, and she began to pant with frustrated desire.
"Give Toni the robe," said the Asian woman. "It's worth three thousand dollars."
Studs, meditating flight, glanced at his sister, who said, "Oh, for God's sake, darling, do what she says. Why not give Patti a fucking? She's earned it tonight."
After one further long moment of doubt, Studs shed his robe and handed the precious garment to Toni. Green Jade released the avid Patti, who rushed directly on her prey in a delicious welter of flying boobs and buttocks. She did not leap to straddle him as the blonde starlet in the other room had leapt on the playboy's protruding prick ... instead, clutching his naked body tightly against her surging curves, she hooked a foot behind his heel and tripped him, sending them both to the carpet with Patti on the bottom.
Opening her knees like a frog, Patti anchored her heels in the hollows of Studs' knees and brought her starving cunt up to trap his lengthening dong so vehemently that, when the contact was made and insertion attained, the impact of their meeting mounds sounded like a mass of soaking-wet newspapers dropped from the top of a four-story building onto a cement sidewalk ... splaaaat!
Having worked and not infrequently fucked with Patti over the past two years, Toni knew well her assistant's habits while screwing. Usually, she reveled in having a potent prick in her hole, playing little tricks on her partner or winking at any onlookers over his shoulder until climax claimed her and took charge of her healthy little body ... but there was no comedy byplay for Patti this time.
Her eyes were open but strangely sightless as she lost herself instantly in a whirlpool of lust. Studs performed manfully, trying to take charge of the fucking ... but, unstimulated by Green Jade's aphrodisiacal punch, he was no match for the frenzied bacchante. She locked her lovely little legs around his rump when he tried to pull out of her creaming hole and rolled him over so that she was riding on top. Then, with tongue and tits dangling wildly, she really went to work on him, churning her pelvis over his loins and pubic mound as though she were trying to whip her sex sap into butter.
Enjoying the spectacle ... for watching two fine nude young bodies engaged in the act of sex was, to her, as pleasing esthetically as many of the weird spectacles she had witnessed in the other room were not ... Toni lifted her regard to the activities in the rest of the room. By this time, her four performers had been gripped by the potent aphrodisiac as fiercely as Patti, and the spectacles they were creating in their frenzied urgency were something to behold.
Strapping Harvey Raines, of the ebony-hued skin, had the platinum blonde, ebulliently constructed Marie bent over a hassock with her knees spread wide on the floor and was plunging his strong dong in and out of her distended cunt from behind ... and the girl was holding her buttocks wide apart with the splayed fingers of both hands to make his insertions easier. He was fucking her with long slow strokes from a kneeling position, a look of lost concentration on his handsome black face.
Little black Jeannie, her swinging boobs flying high, wide, and handsome, was riding lanky, redheaded Jonah much as Patti was riding Studs ... save that she was riding him backward so that she could play with his balls while she rolled her hot little cunt with his big prick planted right in its center.
Toni turned to Green Jade and said with a smile, "Well, it looks as if everybody's going to be very happy for a long, long time."
"We throw wonderful parties together, Toni ... you and I. Later, I want to talk to you about something."
"I'll be listening." On sudden impulse, Toni drew the Asian beauty's darling little body close and kissed her. Jade Green looked surprised for a moment, then returned the kiss warmly. All at once, the heavy brocaded silk mandarin robe seemed to offer an unendurable barrier between them.
Pulling her lips clear of Toni's, the Asian beauty said, "Let's go upstairs ... we can talk afterward."
"All right," said Toni, "but what about Studs? We can't leave him here like this."
SIX
Green Jade nodded thoughtfully and said, "You're right, of course, darling ... but how do we do it?"
"What about the stuff in the punch?" Toni asked. "How long does it last?"
Green Jade laughed, "About two hours ... then nobody who takes it wants sex for at least two full days ... and nights."
"Then," said Toni, "if we want Studs to fuck us, we'd better not give him any ... but we've got to get him out of Patti's pussy. She'll wear him out. And we wouldn't like that, would we?"
Toni was smitten with inspiration. She said, "We could turn her loose with the guests after we pull her cunt clear of Studs' prick."
"You're so brilliant, Toni darling!" The Asian beauty hugged her with excitement. "Come on."
They approached the frantic, creaming, cock-starved Patti from either side. Toni said, "A-one, a-two...." and they bent simultaneously, each gripping the struggling, spasming Patti high on an arm and, heaving together, pulled her dripping cunt clear of Studs' glittering prick, covered with pussyjuice that picked up highlights and reflected them in the soft indirect light.
Patti bucked and screamed, but they kept tight hold of her thrashing body until Studs scrambled clear and got into his robe. Then the three of them push-pulled her reluctant person out through the little auditorium and pushed her inside the buffet room where the main orgy seemed to have picked up even wilder intensity.
It was a veritable sea of churning naked buttocks and squashed breasts and rampant pricks being run frantically in and out of cunts, mouths, and arseholes alike with fine, full impartiality. As they watched, the playboy, whose slacks had long since been discarded, pulled his prick out of the blonde starlet, who seemed to have passed out in rigid orgasm, and looked around for a fresh hole.
Patti's struggles increased at sight of this long, lance-like organ and she panted, "Let me go, girls ... let me at it ... please!"
They released her, and Toni's assistant raced toward this worthy target, upending a naked quadruple-divorcee who had been seized with the same idea. The hot little girl grabbed the playboy's cock and, holding it tightly, led its owner thus to a sofa against the wall, where she sank atop an already fucking couple and literally crammed the long cock into her frantic cunt, pulling him down on top of her and opening her crotch to the widest possible degree to receive it. As her target began fucking her with a will, the two of them were as ignored by the pair similarly occupied on whom they had fallen, as those on the bottom were ignored by the upper level.
"Come on, darlings," said Green Jade. "That girl's all right for a while. Let's split."
They returned to the upstairs suite where, already, they had enjoyed such delicious fucking and Green Jade hung the expensive robes in the closet while Studs took another bath in the big octagonal sunken tub. Returning, she got a magnum of champagne from a small refrigerator built into one of the walls and poured three glasses, saying, "Talk first ... fuck later," as she sat her beautifully economical body on the edge of the tub beside Toni. Both of them let their lovely legs dangle in the warm water with which the tub was filled.
"It's okay with me for a bit," said Studs, wading across to accept his glass of bubbly. "That little girl of yours, sister mine, was really too much."
Toni, who sensed a proposition coming, said, "What's on your mind, Green Jade?"
"You're so direct," said the lovely Asian, pouting. Then, with a sigh and a sip of champagne that caused her adorable little flat nose to wrinkle, "But why not? Here's my idea ... and, don't worry. If it won't work or you both don't like it, we'll forget it ... but I very much hope you will. I feel that the three of us have found something very special tonight, and I don't want to lose it."
"You can say that again, honey," said Studs, poking a forefinger into the Asian beauty's cunt as far as it would go and wiggling it.
Green Jade pushed his hand away from her coozy gently and said, "I want to talk first."
Then she explained her proposition while Studs moved over and gave his sister a friendly finger-fuck. She had been forced to flee her native Southeastern Asia homeland by the disruptions resulting from the spread of the Vietnam war.
"I got out with a lot of money," she said. "Never mind how, but I did ... and I'd like to invest some of it in your Affairs, Incorporated, Toni dear. I like the way you run your business, and it's my kind of business."
"I suspected as much," said Toni, eyeing the Asian beauty seriously even while Studs' naughty finger sent little spasm of pleasure coursing through her.
"I don't want to take over," Green Jade explained. "I just want to be with you ... we could all live here together ... and I think we could make a lot of money and have a lot of fun. How about it?"
"You could buy out my silent partner's share," said Toni, naming the savings-and-loan millionaire who had fallen so hapless a prey to poor old Mazie downstairs. "He's afraid I'll start blackmailing him any day for being involved in such a business ... and he could drop dead any time and that could be embarrassing."
"Wonderful!" cried Green Jade, wriggling with delight. Then, to Studs, "How about you, dear ... do you want me in with you?"
Studs grinned and poked the forefinger of his other hand into her hole, saying, "I'd much rather be in you, darling." With that, he proceeded to finger-fuck them both simultaneously, until finally they slid, giggling, into the pool and assailed his still erect dick.
"Quickies," suggested the Asian woman. "We take turns."
"Okay," said Toni, "you go first ... after all, you're the new member of this unholy three."
"I wouldn't call it exactly unholy," said Studs, sliding his big prick into Green Jade's tiny cunt and fixing her there on it with a firm grip on her buttocks. He put her water-supported body through all sorts of convolutions, and she added a few on her own, until her arms clutched his torso tightly and she went into a rumba with her cunt as she reached a mountain range of success peaks from the fucking.
Toni said, "May I cut in?" and, reluctantly, the fun-loving Asian relinquished her grip and Studs' still-stiff prick, which Toni promptly settled into her own cunt and began to milk it.
She felt the most delicious series of thrills run through her body once again at the mere settling of her brother's beautiful dong in her cunt, and she began to spend and cream as if there were no tomorrow. How he had managed to find her, she did not yet know ... but she silently blessed her wandering parents ... hers and his ... for having given birth to such a marvelous brother. Somehow, with his cock in her cunt, she felt that nothing could possibly go wrong with the world, her personal world anyway.
She spiraled up and down and, as ever, he picked up her movements and amplified them with perfectly harmonious thrusts of his own. She felt fiercely proud that her younger brother was more than living up to what appeared to be an exceptionally high family standard of expertise and increased her efforts to send his sperm spurting into the very top of her wet velvet loving cup.
Thanks to the number of workouts Studs' dick had already received that evening, he was somewhat slowed down, but his marvelous tool remained as strong and agile as ever, his stamina and screwing expertise unflagging. Sensing that he was not about to come, she left herself go and flooded her body and his with her sweet sex sap as she came with a deliriously sweet spending and sent the whole room up in rockets.
Then it was Green Jade's turn again, and the little pale-ivory-skinned darling was all over him like a marvelous little monkey from a Malaysian jungle, running her avid little cunt up and down on his cock like a trip hammer and varying her attack with infinite variations, both broad and subtle, variations that evoked Toni's admiration. Studs held her loosely in a sort of basket grip and let her bounce up and down on him as she willed ... until, within a couple of minutes, Green Jade hit high-C again with her cunt and expired briefly in a great splash of water as her legs thrashed around in it uncontrollably.
Then it was Toni's turn again, and, as she felt his marvelous meat slide into her creaming cunt, he whispered, "I've been saving this one for you, darling sis."
As she melted to quivering jello, he took charge of the play, driving his sword in and out of her sheath with slow, powerful, double-deep strokes that brought both of them on inexorably. This was no time for tricks, for further delaying tactics, and she let go with everything she had, returning his thrusts with her own counter-strokes ... and this time, as her sweet explosion occurred, she felt the longed-for bucking of his prick inside the gates of her womb and then the spurt of hot lava that indicated their multiple fucking had been completed in her cunt.
After this, the three of them adjourned to the big dragon bed, where they made plans for the new partnership between languorously delicious bouts of fucking and sucking, employing all possible combinations of their joyous bodies. When Studs needed rest, the girls performed on each other with lips and tongues and teeth and adroit fingers, maintaining their turned-on condition right through the prolonged and delightful exercises.
At the end, they assumed tribadite patterns, first with Studs fucking Green Jade on his side while he sucked off his sister, who lay higher up with her thighs wrapped lovingly around his end, facing downward, so that she and the Asian beauty could fondle one another's clit and cunt while they exchanged lingering passionate tongue kisses as they spasmed.
Then, a little later, they altered the combination so that Studs fucked Toni again while Green Jade affixed her crotch to his face. It was only after they had achieved a monumental simultaneous triple orgasm in this position that, with the gray light of dawn filtering through the translucent off-white drapes, they fell asleep in one another's arms, with Studs's half-erect prick still embedded in his sister's richly creaming cunt.
Since the approaching day was Sunday, there was no need for either brother or sister to rise at any particular hour. They continued their lazy loving right through the Lord's day, giving thanks for the indescribable joys they were exchanging. The mansion was staffed with swift, silent little Asian women who tended to their every want ... and, since Green Jade showed no compunction about appearing naked before them or even issuing staccato instructions in her native tongue while fucking Studs, neither of the young Americans felt the slightest embarrassment at involvement in similar sweet situations before these women's discreetly averted eyes.
Without leaving the bedroom and bath, they were served a delicious and invigorating Asiai. brunch, superbly cooked, that included a rich bird's nest soup, spiced meats in crisply fried pasta-like wrappings the shape and size of orange segments, lamb riblets cooked in saffron with water chestnuts, spiced ginger and watermelon rind and a rich fried rice liberally larded with shaved almonds, pork, chopped shallots, and shreds of shrimp ... all steaming hot in covered dishes of exquisitely ornate chinaware, and washed down with hot gunpowder tea and rice wine.
When they had devoured every bit of this Oriental Lucullan repast, Toni said, "My God, but that was good, Green Jade ... but it killed me. I'm going to have to sleep it off."
"That's the next thing on the calendar," said the lovely little Asian, yawning delightfully and stretching her lithe little limbs like a lazy panther. "Then we have Mei Tsu in to wake us up."
For an hour or two thereafter, there was a hiatus in the frantic sex pace while they slept and let their glowing bodies digest the feast. When they awakened, it was to find a beautiful young woman, clad in black short shorts and a white bolero jacket, standing at the foot of the bed.
"This is Mei Tsu," said Green Jade, indicating the newcomer sleepily. "Mei Tsu was my best girl in the other country." Then she added, "Toni, be my guest."
"But what does Mei Tsu do?" cried Toni.
The Asian beauty laughed mischievously and said, "Just lie back and enjoy it, darling ... she's the best."
What Mai Tsu did first was kneel ... then she rolled the honey-blonde American girl in a sheet of glazed cloth and unrolled her so that she was lying on it. Then she stripped, revealing a beautifully textured and structured Oriental body whose satin-sleek surface rippled with muscles each time she moved; a body, Toni noticed with interest, that did not feature a clit like Green Jade's, high up on the pubic mound. Instead, all her sexual apparatus appeared to be conventionally located and well out of sight, save when she spread her legs as she poured oil on Toni's belly.
Having rubbed her with the sweet-smelling unguent from head to toe and stem to stern, including a business-like application to her somewhat sex-weary crotch, Mei Tsu proceeded to give Toni the finest massage she had ever had in her life. Although there was no suggestion of erotic approach in the way the girl stroked and kneaded her flesh, by the time she was finished, her strong-gentle expert touch had roused the American girl to a creaming pitch of quivering anticipation.
Almost involuntarily, when at last Mei Tsu desisted, Toni extended a probing forefinger to touch the rubbing expert's clit ... to have her hand brusquely slapped away with a heavily accented, "Mei Tsu hetero ... not homo ... savvy?"
Giggling, Green Jade reinforced this remark, saying, "It's true ... Mei Tsu can give a woman the best massage in the world, but she only fucks men."
"What a waste!" said Toni sadly as the masseuse went to work on her mistress, first rolling her up in the glazed cloth, which evidently served to shield the costly Irish-linen sheets from the oil used in the rub ... then working the Asian woman over with the same meticulous, knowledgeable, exquisite technique she had applied to Toni.
The honey-haired American girl found watching Mei Tsu at work on her mistress even more erotically stimulating than receiving the treatment herself. She felt her hole begin to grow wet and then wetter as the expert flung Madame Li's limbs about as if they were musical instruments and she was playing them in a symphony orchestra.
So steamed up did she get that, had not her brother been still asleep and on the far side of Green Jade and Mei Tsu, she would have fucked him then and there, had she been able to reach his cock during the rubdown without disturbing the other two women. She even considered going around the bed, but some instinct held her where she was ... she had an idea there was something more to come of the visit of the masseuse; something she might spoil if she let over eagerness betray her.
So she waited and watched until the rubdown was finished and the naked Mei Tsu lifted her hands from her naked mistress and said, with a nod toward Toni, "Missy all okay now ... now you and new missy exercise."
As Mei Tsu prepared to go to work on the sleeping Studs, Green Jade said, "How do you like that?" indicating the young man's prick, which lay, limp but still of sizable dimensions, diagonally across the dangling sac of his balls.
The Oriental girl studied it for a moment, then regarded her mistress with a fleeting look of resentment on her handsome Oriental face. She said, "Why ask Mei Tsu, missy? This time, you try first."
"You'll be missing something special if you don't," said Green Jade.
"And what was that all about?" said Toni as the masseuse bent over and turned away to put her bottle of oil into a kit she had lain on the floor ... revealing an enchanting cleft, including a cunt with rich red-purple labia, as she did so.
The Oriental beauty said, "I always had Mei Tsu test the men I wanted before I fucked them ... that way, I was almost never disappointed."
"Jesus!" said Toni. "What an idea!"
"A very good idea," Green Jade insisted. "Catherine the Great used it. She had a countess who mattress tested her lovers for years and gave Catherine an appraisal of their prowess. In fact, her court nickname was Vepreuveuse, which means something like trier-outer in French."
"Don't any of them fall in love with her?" Toni asked. "She's very good-looking, if not in your class ... and if she fucks half as well as she rubs down, she's got to be sensational."
"Of course some of them did ... the fools." Green Jade sounded amused, rather than jealous. "But it didn't do them any good. Mei Tsu takes fucking as exercise ... she has the emotional receptiveness of an oyster."
Both women stopped talking to watch, sitting close together with their hands on one another's fragrant fucking pieces as they did so. Moving precisely, more like a graceful gymnast than a dancing girl, the masseuse again picked up the bottle of oil and poured a few drops on her smooth strong hands. Kneeling alongside of his sleeping supine form, she began rubbing and kneading his cock with one hand while she oiled his balls gently with the other. Studs stirred and muttered something as she began her operation but did not wake up immediately, even if his prick did. Under the girl's deft ministrations, it grew swiftly longer and thicker until, within a couple of minutes, it was rising as proudly as the mast of an America's Cup winner at the victorious finish of a series of challenge races.
Placing a forefinger tip on the tiny hole in its royal-purple crown, Mei Tsu flashed a look of comprehension toward her mistress and said, "Missy right, of course ... very remarkable fucker. All right Mei Tsu try?"
"It's okay," said Green Jade amiably, giving Toni's already damp mound a squeeze of anticipation.
After smiling her thanks, Mei Tsu straddled Studs' loins and enveloped his stiff prick by means of a single, undulating down-thrust, without using her hands. There was a momentary expression of concern on her impassively lovely face, quickly followed by a smile of sheer happiness as she worked Studs' dong all the way up her hole. Then she said, "Some stuff ... hey, missy?"
Studs woke up then, lifting his knees sharply to dislodge the weight on his middle, still unaware of its nature. When his skin touched Mei Tsu's, he pulled his knees down and opened his eyes. With a slumber-husky voice, he smiled up at the exotic young female lodged on his cock and said, "Hello there, honey. Where did you come from ... heaven?"
His fingers explored the cleft just above the hole that had swallowed his prick so sweetly, parting the cleft well masked by curling black hair, and capturing the tiny red button that was Mei Tsu's clit.
"Watch this, Toni!" Green Jade whispered urgently. "If I'd known Studs was going that route...."
What the Asian beauty would have done remained unrevealed, for at that instant the action on the big dragon bed suddenly detonated in the wildest possible way ... the fuse lit by the young man's squeezing Mei Tsu's button.
Toni had seen more than her share of wild butt in her several thousand nights of fucking and sucking. She had even felt a certain pride in being known as one of the wildest arses in the Hollywood area, with a cunt that could swing with the best of them. But she had never seen any butt quite as wild as that of the masseuse once her house was on fire.
She snapped rather than rolled it, throwing her pelvis around with the wild, yet disciplined emphasis of a great belly dancer. To Toni, it looked as if, one moment, her clutching cunt had dragged her brother's dick down between his knees ... the next, it would appear dragged up above his navel or far off to either side.
Long as Studs' big prick was, Toni found herself marveling, not once did the Oriental girl let it slip out of her ... although at times it appeared ready to pop into the open uncovered. Then she saw that her brother's loins seemed to rise following the direction in which Mei Tsu was cracking his cock like an Australian bull whip and realized that she had such a grip on it with her vaginal muscles that she seemed to be literally about to pull it out by the roots.
Studs let out a yell of agony and tried to push his tormentor free of his aching cock ... but not even his powerful young thews and tendons were able to prevail over her strong female body in a moment of frenzy. However, his yelp and the clutch of his hands did serve to restore a measure of sanity, and she dug her crotch down into his mound and settled there the rest of the way, contenting herself with movements of smaller radius that promised to complete the job without yanking Studs' prick right out of his body.
"I should have warned him," said Green Jade. "Mei Tsu goes a little crazy when a man squeezes her clit."
"I never saw anything like it," said Toni. "But anyway, Studs seems to have things pretty well under control."
"Thank heavens!" said Green Jade.
They were never more wrong in their lives.
SEVEN
As he shifted his grip of Mei Tsu's loins to get better control by gripping her buttocks, one of Studs' thumbnails brushed her clit sharply ... and the girl was off to the races again, pulling at his cock with so tight a vaginal grip that, once more, she seemed about to yank it out by the roots. He let out a hoarse cry of agony and heaved upward in an effort to go with her wild cuntal yanks ... and rolled her over until he emerged on top of that madly plunging pelvis.
More like a wrestler in mortal combat than a lover engaged in amorous sport, the agonized
Studs smote the upper insides of her thighs with the flats of his hands so hard that the impact of flesh on flesh sounded like a pair of pistol shots half a second apart. Having attained this grip, he dug his fingers into her tenderest flesh with cruel intensity as he forced her legs wide apart, thus forcing her cunt open to a degree where he could withdraw his aching cock from the Venus fly trap in which it was so hopelessly stuck.
His prick emerged, covered with white sex sap ... and Toni, looking on with fascination, expected him to pull it all the way out. But with only the crown remaining within the grasping gates of Mei Tsu's creaming hole, he hesitated, looking down at the straining, plunging, rocking body beneath him, still retaining his cruel grip on her inner thighs.
"You crazy bitch..." he muttered. "Now I'm going to ream you!"
With that, he drove his thick prick all the way into her so violently that the helpless masseuse uttered a shrill scream of anguish ... then pulled it all but out again slowly and rammed it home in her cunt again ... and again, and again, and again.
Mei Tsu clawed at the Irish-linen sheets on which her backside lay and uttered little grunts each time he entered her fully, grunts which came more and more rapidly as he picked up the tempo of his onslaughts in a slowly mounting crescendo of sex. Her head began flinging itself from side to side, and, with such small liberty as Studs' grip on her thighs permitted, she hoisted her cunt upward to meet each of his thrusts.
At length, he pulled all the way out of her, and her sopping cunt sought vainly for the source of its delight. She uttered pleading words in her native tongue and blood began to flow down her upper thighs where his fingernails had pierced the satin flesh upon which appeared a bright-red pattern of gory rivulets that were quickly diluted by her profuse sweating and whitened by the sex sap she was so liberally exuding.
Then, without warning, he drove his big dong into her anguished cunt again ... and this time he kept it buried there while he poured his semen into her core. She uttered another shrill scream and drove back at him furiously ... then, with a shuddering sigh, went limp beneath her sweet tormentor.
Studs pulled out of her with a thocking sound of ruptured suction and, rolling clear of her, said, "Jesus, what a cannibal!" Then, regarding Green Jade reproachfully, he remarked, "Why didn't you give me some warning? I thought she was going to yank my prick right out of my body."
The Asian beauty apologized prettily, briefly bending over to lick his waning rod clean of the goo that covered it, then said, "I should have told you about her clitoral reaction ... but there wasn't time."
"To be wakened up out of a sound sleep by a thing like that ... it's almost enough to make a guy swear off sex."
"But not quite?" Green Jade laughed. "You ought to be proud of yourself. You're the first man that ever fucked Mei Tsu unconscious."
"Are you all right, darling?" Toni asked anxiously.
Studs lifted his prick in the palm of his hand and looked down at it warily. "I guess so," he said. "But my cock feels as if somebody had run it through a wringer."
"Better take it easy, brother mine," said Toni. "We have a hard day ahead of us tomorrow."
"What's on the schedule?" Green Jade asked eagerly.
"There's a big blast for the Gene Hills coming Friday," she said. "You know, the movie producer ... they want something very special and they want all fresh meat. And that means auditions and rehearsals."
"Auditions?" The Asian beauty's face was alight with excitement. "You mean, you try them out?"
"Naturally ... it would hardly be good professional business ethics to ring in a bunch of amateurs for the kind of money Gene Hill is paying us."
"What fun!" cried Green Jade, clapping her hands together like an excited teenager at the prospect. Then, "If I'm your partner, do I get to try some of them?"
Toni regarded her new colleague indulgently for a moment, then said, pushing back her long honey-blonde hair, "Believe it or not, it's a lot of work ... you may be sorry you volunteered by Wednesday."
"I used to audition the girls for my business on the other side," said the Asian girl, pausing for lip-licking reminiscence. "And the men, too ... we used them for some of the WAACs and the male homos. I always enjoyed that part of my work."
Studs, who had been slowly recuperating, looked at Mei Tsu and said, "Shouldn't we do something about those cuts I carved in her thighs?"
They bathed them with towels dipped in some of the unconscious girl's massage oil, just in time to prevent hard scabbing, and, under the treatment, Mei Tsu slowly came out of her sex-induced coma.
Studs said, "Hey, Sis, why don't you have this one test the more powerful men ... just to see if they can take it?"
Toni shook her head, smiling, said, "I want the powerful ones in good operating condition, come Friday night. This kid's a man killer."
The masseuse's dark eyes opened slowly. She looked around her on the now tumbled dragon bed, saw her mistress, and burst into a machine-gun flow of some Southeastern Asian dialect that sounded like electronic feedback to Toni.
But Green Jade shook her head and snapped a reply in the same unintelligible tongue.
Mei Tsu replied with what sounded like defiance and, without warning, sprang at Studs, knocking him over on his back as she caught him off guard. Thrusting her head out like a vulture craning its neck, she reached for his temporarily recumbent cock with her mouth.
"Oh, no you don't!" cried Green Jade. "Toni, help me get her off. She'll fuck him out."
Both girls sprang at the masseuse, but before they reached her naked and straining flesh, Studs had managed to bring a knee up sharply, crashing it right into her crotch with a hard impact of flesh on flesh, bone on bone. Then he slapped the side of her head so hard that she was hurled right over the side of the bed to the carpet.
"What is she ... crazy?" he asked Madame Li.
Green Jade shook her head. "No ... but she was brought up in the Malayan jungle, darling ... and some of her people are very primitive. They don't even know yet that fucking causes children."
"You're kidding!" said Studs.
"No, it's true ... and in more parts of the world than you'd believe. I only sold her to very special clients. There was one American colonel with the nickname of Bull." Again there was a reminiscent look in the licorice-drop eyes. "When Mei Tsu finished with him, he was a very worn-out bull ... so much so they had to ship him back to the States."
Mei Tsu had recovered from her second calamity and her mistress spoke sharply to her. She nodded without replying, then gathered up her massage kit and left the bedroom, walking a trifle more stiffly than when she had come in, thanks to the fingernail cuts on the inside of her thighs.
"What did you say to her?" Toni asked.
"With a savage like that, you need some kind of whip," said the Asian beauty. "All I have to do is threaten to send her back. She bit off a politician's prick when he was unable to satisfy her with it. What his followers would do to her if they ever got their hands on her...." She let it hang with a meaningful shudder.
"Hey!" said Toni. "I feel greasy."
"We should have bathed right after she massaged us," said Green Jade. "My goodness, look at the sheets!"
En route to the bathroom, she paused long enough to issue some crisp orders into a house telephone that hung on the wall behind the bed, then said, "Come on ... time for water sports again."
This time, they showered together first, to rinse off the accumulated massage oil, sweat, pussy juice and semen that covered them, sharing a large stall with a special head that sprayed them with scented bubble bath. Still dripping cold water, Studs leaned against the wall as Green Jade turned off the flow of water and, looking at the two delightful gleaming female bodies in the shower with him, said, "You're both beautiful broads, darlings, but right now, after the workout your buddy Mei Tsu gave me, I don't think I can screw again for a week."
The Asian woman, her ink-black hair plastered flat to her scalp, regarded the young Adonis with narrow-eyed speculation for a long moment, eying his still-thick prick as it dangled over his balls. Mischief lighted her eyes and she said, "Would you like to make book on that, sweetie pie?"
She sent a sidelong glance at Toni, whose gray-blue eyes lit up in response ... after all, it had been hours since either of them had contained a cock in their hungry cunts ... and both women moved in on Studs hungrily. At first, he pretended panic and cowered in a corner ... but when they reached him, he straightened and said, "What chance has a mere male in a spot like this?"
His spine was not the only portion of his anatomy that straightened either ... and as Green Jade touched its crown with a fingertip, it straightened still further, stiffening rapidly to full erection. Laughing delightedly, the Asian woman gripped it at the base with closed fingers.
Looking at Toni, she said, "Last one to get a hand around it bats first."
Toni complied, and there were still two-plus inches of rock-hard prick above her thumb joint ... but not quite enough for Green Jade to encompass it entirely. The Asian beauty said, "Oh, all right ... but short innings."
"Where did you learn a baseball trick like that?" Studs asked as his sister led him from the shower by his cock.
Green Jade, who was massaging her own clit delicately as she walked beside him, laughed and said, "You forget I come from a country that has been overrun with GIs for years. I used to be a team mascot in one of the leagues at the R. and R. camp."
The three of them stretched out on a soft reclining pad close to the octagonal tub and Toni lay on her back, opening a roilingly ready cunt for her brother's cock to enter. As it slid into her, it felt so good that she was minded to cheat a bit and go for doubles. But a look at the open sex hunger on Green Jade's exquisitely lovely little face made her determined to keep her promise of short innings.
A great wave of love for her newfound brother swept over her as she felt his magnificently muscled weight on her belly and breast flattening her boobs with a delicious crushed feeling, then felt the filling of her aching hole by his beautiful prick and the swing of his balls against the inner sides of her buttocks.
She hugged him close and put her creaming cunt into action with a controlled variety of movements which, she knew from experience, would serve best to bring them both on fast ... if she had to make it short, she wanted to make it as sweet as possible while it lasted.
He picked up her rhythm instantly, with the swift response of a born partner, and his lips found hers and their tongues met while they clutched one another closer and closer until their bodies seemed to become one. Toni longed to let go all the way and roll him around wildly, but the results she was getting out of this controlled fucking were fully satisfactory.
She had spasmed from the moment she felt the crown of her brother's cock nudging the lips of her hole, and her voluptuous crises had increased rapidly until she seemed to be floating on an ethereal plateau of pleasure. She let her legs lie open, with her knees wide apart and her heels nudged into the backs of his knees, offering them both a delightfully easy rocking-chair effect with a minimum of effort.
Not until he began to pick up the pace of the fucking as his sperm began to stir in his balls did Toni really go to town. Then she planted her feet firm and wide and, lifting her cunt to meet his spiraling thrusts, jabbed and whirled it at his penis like a wild thing. Nor did she cease entirely when he crushed her rump against the pad as he ground into her body with his final thrust and his prick was sending his life fluid into her suffusing womb ... but kept up enough action to drag out both their climaxes for a few beautiful seconds that seemed endless while they lasted.
When he pulled out of her, she lay there with her knees still drawn up wide, working on her aching clit with both hands as the rapture her brother had induced in her magnificent young body refused to depart ... and until it did Toni was only half-conscious of what was happening around her.
By the time her awareness returned in full, Green Jade was hovering over Studs' supine body close beside her on the soft pad. He lay on his back with his hands locked under his head and his knees high and well apart, leaving his jock entirely accessible for the Asian beauty's oral ministrations.
Nor was she neglecting this overt opportunity ... with a tiny hand capping each of his kneecaps, she was busily eating his meat, bringing it to a full-to-bursting erection. As Studs saw his sister sit up to watch the play, a grin lit up his handsome face and he gave her a slow wink, which she promptly returned. She sat there, hugging her own knees and rubbing her breasts gently against the tops of her thighs, feeling a delicious warmth of belonging to this newfound brother, knowing that he reciprocated her feeling.
A girl who had been very much on her own all her life, Toni had never experienced such sensations before ... and their intensity alarmed her and made her wonder if she were getting soft. But then she decided she simply didn't give a damn about being hard where Studs ... yes, and Green Jade ... were involved.
She felt that at last she had found a family or been found by one ... which amounted to the same thing. And what a family! she thought, wondering if anyone, anywhere else, ever, had been so fortunate as she had been during the past twenty-four hours. That they all had joy in sex together filled her cup to overflowing ... in more senses than one.
The performance Green Jade was putting on with Studs right beside her, however, soon brought her professional attention to the fore. Following her flawless rim job, she had rolled over on her back, holding her knees doubled up tight against her belly and offering her nearly flat little bottom to his quivering prick. He rolled over on his side, making a letter T with his body, Green Jade being the stem, and put his dong into the little triangular hole waiting wide open to receive it. As she watched, it seemed to Toni that her new partner's cunt seemed actually to snap at the treasure as it slowly impaled her. Lifting a hand as their union was complete, Studs moved in deftly on her detached clit, and the effect of his combined operation on clit and cunt was revealed by the great shudders of rapture that poured through the dark-ivory body and the shrill alien sounds of ecstasy that poured from her lips in an intermittent stream.
"Interesting," thought Toni, since the position was one she had not seen practiced before ... if practice were exactly the word where two experts as Studs and Green Jade were involved.
Then a strong hand gripped her ankle, bringing her back to the here and now again, and she looked down to see that Studs was pulling at it. When he caught her eye, he jerked his head to suggest that she join the party, then put out his beautiful pink tongue and made unmistakable motions with it to inform her how he wanted it done ... as if there were any need to spell out such a request where Toni was concerned.
She slid carefully into position, so as not to interrupt the fucking Green Jade was enjoying, and felt a sudden sharp thrill course through her lovely body as his hand slipped into her crotch. He lifted his head so that she could slide a pulsing thigh under his head, lifting her upper leg to allow plenty of headroom before bringing it down gently atop his blonde hair.
The hand in her crotch slipped to her buttocks, fingers digging into them gently as he drew her already creaming cunt toward his mouth, like a gourmet lifting a large, succulent fruit to savor it before tasting it. Then his tongue was licking her clit and she felt a myriad of delights radiating outward from it and pushed her hole closer, wriggling it to increase the marvelous mashed sensation that resulted from her effort.
Then, like a striking cobra, the beloved oral weapon darted up into her hole while the fingers encompassing both of her bottom bulbs drew her even closer to increase the penetration. If it was not as far and as full as his prick in her hole, it was different ... and, besides, it offered delights peculiarly its own.
After all, the male penis is somewhat limited in agility once it has attained the rigidity necessary to penetrate a girl's cunt. But the tongue is a membrane of many uses ... and Toni's brother seemed to have mastered all of them. Better, he seemed to know every area of ultra-sensitivity in her velvet-lined loving cup ... and to have invented a few of his own.
He sent the end of it darting in and out of her vagina like a fluttering feather, without causing the lower portions of it to stir and detonating a thousand delights in his sister's core. He moved his tongue laterally in rapid motion, adding fuel to the fires he had already lit in her hole. He made a hollow half tube of its end and sucked a portion of the soft, super-sensitive flesh of her vagina into the opening thus formed. He curled the tip upward to rake the top of her tunnel of love with long slow strokes ... then pulled it part way back, thickening it as he did so until she was filled to bursting ... then sent its upper portion, narrowed to a slender spear, rotating around the soft walls that enclosed it until her whole vagina seemed to burst into flame.
As she spasmed and spasmed again, she became sensible of the fact that Green Jade was receiving similar delights from the magnificent prick that was lodged in her hole ... and opened her eyes to discover that her newfound partner had turned her head toward her and was regarding her with glazed black eyes. The Asian beauty's mouth was open and her tongue darting in and out in time with the fucking strokes Studs was delivering into her downstairs.
It seemed a shame to let it go to waste. Toni put her arms around Green Jade's rolling neck and drew the dear little Oriental face toward her own. As their lips met softly and their tongues entwined with one another's, Green Jade's little right arm extended itself to curl under Toni's neck and return the embrace the honey-blonde American girl had offered her.
Thus was the union of three completely attained and gloriously confirmed when they all came together ... and when they slept that night, they slept with limbs and torsos entwined as intricately as those of any set of figures carved on an Indian temple dedicated to the Hindu god of love.
EIGHT
The next morning, feeling refreshed and ready for the hard week ahead, Toni drove the three of them in from Beverly Hills to Affairs, Incorporated, in her purple Jaguar. The business was located in a former branch bank in West Hollywood, and Green Jade cried out in delight at the smart display window, filled with all sorts of colorful party accessories, which ranged from children's favors to more adult delights, all of them as innocent sexually as the objects on display in any of the smart surrounding shops ... things like surrealistic stuffed animals, chic cocktail equipment, gambling gadgetry and so on.
Inside, they were greeted by a demurely chic Patti Farran, clad in smart navy hot pants with a zebra-stripped blouse, looking none the less for wear as a result of her arduous week-end activities. She informed a pleased Toni that Maida already had the applicants for the Hill party ready for what she termed the "cattle call" in the activity room downstairs.
"The 'activity room'? " Green Jade asked, her tilted eyes bright with curiosity.
Studs grinned and said, "Seldom, if ever, was any room so aptly named."
Toni explained, leading them toward the rear of the shop, "When this was a bank, it used to be the vault. We get all the privacy we need and it's fireproof."
"It has to be," said Studs as they descended a steel staircase. They emerged in a stark steel anteroom with whitewashed walls, where Maida rose from behind a desk. She was a tall, reed-thin girl with hazel eyes, carrot-red hair and freckles.
Toni said, "How do they look, Maida?"
"Run of the mill ... perhaps a bit above."
Toni wrinkled her nose. "We need a smash lineup for the Hills' bash."
"I know, Toni ... we've scoured the whole city for fresh meat."
"Anything special we should know, Maida?"
Toni's number-two assistant looked thoughtful and said, after looking at the clipboard on her desk, "There's a mother and daughter with possibilities ... both blacks. Jeannie dug them up."
"If they work out, give Jeannie the usual finder's fee." Toni was always glad when her performers scouted up new talent.
"And there's a stud from New York you won't believe ... but he had A-one recommendations. His name is Lonergan."
Studs blinked, said, "Lard Lonergan?"
Maida said, "He's listed here as Patrick Lonergan ... but he's very heavy."
Toni said, "You know him, darling?"
Studs nodded. To Maida he said, "You're right. If it's Lard, and it sounds like him, unbelievable is the word."
They passed through the massive steel door and entered a room at least twenty feet square. It was completely bare of decoration and half of the floor was covered with heavy mattresses on which bright mats had been laid. Beyond these, the far wall had been curtained off to provide dressing rooms, flanked at either end by built-in Johns.
"Hello, Lard," said Studs to a massive male figure in a karate robe seated on the far end of a sofa against a side wall.
"Studs, you old cocksucking bastard," said the massive figure rising to give him a handshake and hug. "Don't tell me you've deserted the ranks of the working stiffs for management?"
"This is my sister, Toni ... she runs this shop." Studs introduced the applicant to both women.
Lard seemed to fill the room with inches to spare in each dimension. His features were lumpish, his nondescript brown hair was shoulder length. That he was a male creature of gross appetites was revealed not only by his physical enormity but by the lascivious twinkle in his piggish little eyes as he sized up the two women.
As Green Jade whispered to Toni later, "This Lard ... he not only undresses you with his look ... he rapes you!"
"Right," Toni whispered back. "And makes you like it."
But, right then, there was no time for such persiflage. There were a number of others present, all of whom had to be interviewed briefly before strutting their stuff for the unholy three ... two girls and a trio of hopeful males, apart from the mother-daughter team Maida had mentioned. All wore karate rehearsal robes assigned to them for the audition by Maida; all had specialties ready to perform.
The first act consisted of two of the males with a girl ... their big selling point lay in the fact that the girl was white and golden-haired while one of the males was a copper-skinned Indian, the other a blue-gum black. Their specialty consisted of a number of variations on the
"Las Vegas" sandwich.
This sandwich, as usual, was composed of the girl lying between the males, who stuffed their cocks up both her holes. When they had finished and gone to their dressing room, Toni turned to Green Jade and said, "What do you think, partner?"
The Asian beauty said, "I think it lacks audience appeal. For a show, there's not enough action you can see. Besides, their variations are old stuff."
Toni squeezed Green Jade's knee warmly and said, "My feeling exactly ... it's fun to have a partner who knows the score."
"Of course," said Green Jade, "you could rig mirrors to cut the audience in on the fun..."
"But even then the action is cramped by the very nature of the act. Who's next?"
"Next" were the other youth and girl, Latin types both, who required music for their act. This was a tango to Kiss of Fire, a graceful and intricate performance in which the young man's stiff prick disappeared into his partner's cunt early in the act and remained there throughout the rest of the dance.
They were hired ... and Green Jade called the flushed, panting girl over when they finished and examined her dripping cunt. "You see?" she said to Toni, poking a finger into it. "Only a girl whose hole is way up front could make it."
When the youngsters retreated to don their clothing, the Asian beauty licked the goo off her finger with the quiet relish of a child licking an all-day sucker. Toni turned to her brother and said softly, "What about your friend, Lard? Does he work alone?"
Studs nodded toward the mother and daughter, who sat patiently on a side-wall love seat, awaiting their turn. "I presume they do a lesbian bit," he said. "When they finish their run-through, let them work out with him. You might get Patti and Maida in on it, too ... or join in yourselves."
"I need Patti and Maida upstairs," said Toni. Then, with a shaft of curiosity, "How many women does your good buddy handle?"
"He can take on six at a time."
"Six!" cried Green Jade softly. "Come on, Studs darling, you're putting us on!"
"The hell I am," Studs whispered, laughing. "He fucks one, sucks one, diddles two with his hands and two with his feet."
"Unbelievable!" murmured Toni.
"You said it...I didn't." He called over to the huge applicant, "You got your fucking feet on today, Lard?"
For answer, the obese giant held up his bare feet and wiggled his toes, which were of unusual length. Green Jade regarded them thoughtfully, then said, "It just could be..."
"You'd better believe it, honey," said Studs.
Toni went with the mother-daughter team first. They were satin-black of skin when they shed their robes, supple as a pair of jungle cats. With their huge chrysanthemum-like "naturals," they could have passed for a pair of twins save in the matter of size, for the daughter was only two thirds the size of her parent. The only other visible difference between them was in the matter of tits ... where mother's were proudly full and tip-tilted, daughter's were mere custard cups, still in an early phase of development. Both Green Jade and Toni were pleased by this fact, since it offered proof of their relationship and added the zest of incest to a lesbian act.
The act itself contained surprises, even to such a sophisticated audience, for both of the women proved to be contortionists. They opened standing side by side, facing the audience. Swiftly, with legs spread wide, they bent over backward ... and kept on bending until their faces peered at the startled onlookers through their crotches. After this, incredibly, they both disjointed their necks in unison until they were able to lick their own twats with bright pink tongues that darted in and out of their holes.
"Beautiful!" cried Green Jade softly, clasping her tiny hands together with delight.
"But is it art?" said Toni, not quite believing what she saw.
The remainder of the astonishing act was more acrobatic than erotic, but there was no denying its startling acrobatics and the explicitness of its sexuality. Most of the patterns mother and daughter assumed were intertwined, winding up with each of them sucking the other's cunt. They flowed together upside down, they assumed figure eights, and attained a sixty-nine pattern that actually looked like that much maligned numeral. When it was over, and the two stunning blacks stood naked, facing their auditioners, Studs said to his sister, "Now I've seen everything. You'd better give Jeannie a double finder's fee." And, when Toni merely nodded, Studs asked Lard, "Did that give you any ideas, good buddy?"
"I'm working on it right now," rumbled the overstuffed giant. He got up, walked to the center of the mattresses, and dropped his karate robe.
"For Christ's sake!" cried Toni. "Your good buddy's a broad!"
Studs grinned. Back in New York, he had seen Lard pull the same deceptive trick a half dozen times, always with success. So heavily fleshed was he, so thick was his pubic bush, so short his cock when at rest, that by concealing his balls between his meaty thighs he appeared as if equipped like a woman. The fact that his fat breasts bulged and sagged like a female's merely enhanced the deception.
Pulling the black daughter toward him and turning his globular profile toward the audience, he said, "Little girl, I seem to have lost my prick. Would you like to help me find it?"
The younger contortionist nodded the great busby of her natural and extended a timorous hand toward Lard's apparently vanished phallus. She patted it all over, in vain, moving closer as curiosity appeared to overwhelm her maidenly timidity. Finally, she looked up at him helplessly and said, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lard ... I've looked everywhere it might be, but I can't find it anywhere."
Lard tsk-tsked and shook his head. "Sometimes," he said, patting the kinky ball of hair well below the level of his chins, "we have to dig for treasure."
"I'll try, Mr. Lard ... I'll sure try!" cried the little girl, her teeth flashing in a smile of unutterable happiness at having been given a second chance. She bent over and peered closely at Lard's kinky bush and studied it, frowning intently. She cried, "I think I've found something," and slipped a hand between Lard's massive thighs ... to have it emerge after a brief invisible struggle holding what had to be the second largest pair of balls in the world, if only on the premise that someone, somewhere, had to be endowed with a larger pair.
Studs risked a quick glance at Green Jade, saw that she was regarding the act intently and that the tip of her tongue was visibly protruding from the near corner of her thin, exquisitely sensual lips.
Toni caught the byplay but was herself too intrigued to pay much attention to her companions ... which was a good thing, for had she let her eyes wander a moment longer she would have missed Lard's spectacular enlargement.
Lifting wonder-filled eyes from the huge testicles, the little girl innocently asked, "I didn't know you kept oysters there, Mr. Lard."
Lard said, "Little girl, those aren't oysters ... and you'd better put them back where you found them if you know what's good for you. You don't understand what your holding them is doing to me."
"Yes, Mr. Lard ... I'm sorry, Mr. Lard," the girl replied innocently. She bent low once more" and tried to push them back between the heavy thighs ... but Lard held them tightly together, and a few seconds of silent struggle ensued.
Then, to Studs' cry of "Here it comes!" Lard's prick made its West Coast debut. like an old-fashioned disappearing cannon in a barbette, his tremendous cock came shooting out of its emplacement, truly a mighty mace, almost three inches thick and at least nine inches long, truly a proper codpiece for the matched cannon balls above which it rested.
But at least as remarkable as its majestic proportions was the speed with which it rose from flaccidity to full fucking size. It grew so rapidly that its protrusion caught the little stooping girl full in the left eye, sending her sprawling butt over teakettle on the mattress-covered floor.
Looking down at her reproachfully, Lard said, "Now see what you've done, little girl. You've made this happen"-he tapped it underneath r with the palm of a huge hand, causing it to bounce up and down in the air-"and your mother told you always to put things back where you found them ... didn't she?"
Rising to her knees, the little girl looked ready to cry as she said, "But, Mr. Lard, I didn't take your prick."
"You caught it in the eye, didn't you?" he countered sternly. "If you caught it, you took it."
"But it's still attached to you, Mr. Lard."
"Only one end of it is ... now," said Lard. "What I want you to do is get the other end back where it started." He paused to look blandly at the convulsed audience, then added, "And that may take a mite of doing."
"I'll do my best," vowed the black child, moving close, still on her knees. She was unable to reach the rampant cock with her lips, and even when she bent it down as far as she could, it still remained just above the greatest height to which she could flick the tip of her tiny tongue. She stood up ... to find it level with her navel and utterly unable to get it into her crotch.
Shaking her wooly head, she said, "Mr. Lard, I can't seem to get at it. Why don't you lie down? Then maybe I could get it to go back where it came from."
Sighing in exasperation, Lard ponderously got down on his hands and knees, then rolled over on his back like a sunbathing hippopotamus.
His dong rose in the air like a big baseball bat wearing a gigantic mushroom crown. Clapping her little black hands and thanking "Mr. Lard" for giving her this second chance to make her mother happy, the girl moved alongside him and, without having to bend over, directed the object of her dismay into her mouth with both hands ... but was unable to open her mouth wide enough to contain it. After trying to suck it a half-dozen times without success, she lifted her head and cried, "Mommmmmeeee!"
Mother responded, her fine full boobs swinging, her well-rounded buttocks bobbing, an undulating black Christmas tree with all the decorations allowed by law and then some. She conversed briefly with her daughter and with the supine Lard before deciding to remedy the situation. Then, straddling his immense reclining bulk with her cunt directly over his star-quality prick, she squatted down slowly and carefully, using her contortionist's spine to bend over forward so she could watch the effect of her treatment at eye level with her huge bushy head upside down.
Just as her cunt got within claiming distance of its target, she put both hands around in back of her buttocks and, reaching into her crotch, pulled the lips of her cunt as wide apart as possible to contain the monstrosity preparing to impale it.
Then the reverse miracle happened. As she lowered her cunt further to let Lard's cock inside, the prick visibly shrank ... and it kept shrinking, remaining just out of reach of her grasping labia each time she lowered herself further to encompass it ... it shrank a bit more, until finally she was seated with her crotch flat down on top of Lard's fat pelvis . '. utterly unimpaled.
She peered underneath, unable to believe what had happened, then straightened up and made a move to get up off his loins. He held her clamped tight with his meat hooks on her satin thighs, and she looked down at him with surprise and said, "What you holding me here for? You got it all back, didn't you?"
He said, "Yeah, I got it all back all right."
"Wasn't that what you wanted, Mr. Lard?"
"I guess so ... but I want to be sure it's what you wanted, lady."
She struggled a little and said, "If you're gonna hold me here long, you better have something beside your hands to make me happy about it."
"Like this?"
Once again Lard's mammoth prick shot to erection ... and if the audience could not see its emergence this time, they could see the effect of that emergence on the beautiful black contortionist. She was literally lifted three inches in the air by the length and rigidity of his penetration, and by the huge diameter of the codpiece that extended itself in her tunnel of love. For a flash, before their union was complete, they caught sight of the lower third of Lard's dick sticking straight upward like a pillar of rigid flesh to vanish in the soft female tissue through which it was driving its way. Then his rider absorbed the whole of it in her India-rubber guts and there was nothing but fucking in view.
Under less unusual circumstances, this might have been quite spectacular enough, but coming on the heels of the hilarious preliminaries that had preceded it, mere sex between man and woman, even between white man and black woman, was something of an anticlimax.
Having regained control of her voice, Toni turned to her brother and gasped, "Is he always this funny?"
Weak with laughter himself, Studs said, "Lard's a lot of laughs, all right ... but I never saw this act before. He must have cooked it up since he got out here."
Green Jade unstuffed a lace handkerchief from her mouth and gasped, "How does he do it?"
Studs explained, "He claims he got it from Frank Harris's My Lives and Loves ... Harris claimed Guy de Maupassant, the French author, could get or lose a hard on at will. He decided that was a trick worth learning ... so he learned it. He says it took him three years."
Toni, taking a businesswoman's view as always when business was concerned, said, "I should think he'd be rich as sin with a trick like that. Imagine..."
"He is," Studs told her.
"If he's so well off," said Toni, "then why does he work sex shows?"
"Because he loves his work," said Studs. "Besides, he's the champ ... and did you ever hear of a champ who wanted to quit while he was still ahead?"
"Look, darlings," Green Jade suddenly shrieked. "Look what he's doing to her now!"
NINE
With his huge cock still firmly settled in the black mother's convulsing cunt, Lard had managed to lift his heavy torso to an upright position. Revealing immense muscular strength beneath his layers of fat, he gathered his legs under him and, supporting his partner with one hand casually in the small of her churning back, he rose, first on his knees, then the rest of the way until he was on his feet, still holding the happy woman as easily as a lesser male might carry a package.
Looking down at her beautiful torso, he said, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I'm thirsty."
Without a stagger, he moved slowly to the water cooler against a side wall of the erstwhile bank vault and, with his free hand, filled a paper cup and drained it ... twice. Then, just as casually, he carried her back to the starting point and slowly lay down.
Regarding the little girl, he said, "You look lonesome over there all by yourself, honey. Would you like a little side meat where it will do the most good?"
"I love meat," said the girl, "but Mommy has the best joint."
"That part's a bit thick for you, I'm afraid," said Lard like a kindly uncle. "But I've got something right here that will make you the happiest little girl in town."
With that, he extended his left leg with the long big toe sticking straight up and the lesser toes curled under and said, "You just play squat tag with that, honey, and I'll show you a brand-new form of the game."
Flashing a wide grin, the younger contortionist moved over the proffered foot and, dropping her crotch over it, eased the three-inch toe into her bright-red little cunt and began rolling around on it with an ecstatic roll of her eyes.
"That's fine, child," said Lard. "Now ride with it and I'll give you a bonus ... but first wipe some of that pussy juice you're spending on my other big toe."
When it was done and the right big toe was liberally larded with the girl's thick white effusion, he bent his left knee and drew her closer ... and then, bringing his right foot around underneath behind the fucking toe, he worked it right into her arsehole.
The little girl uttered a shrill cry of pleasure-pain and began rolling around in voluptuous ecstasy ... just as her mother erupted in a flaming orgasm brought on by the immense cock in her creaming cunt.
"Stay with it, Mommy," said Lard, grabbing the gyrating mother by both buttocks and steadying her wild rotations. "Daddy's going to give you a douche."
With that, still diddling the little girl with his two big toes, his immense pelvis heaved itself upward to ram his codpiece even further into the girl. His hands spread her buttocks wide to increase his impalement even deeper into her throbbing body. His entire body seemed to blush a fiery red as he sent his seed spurting upward into the very heart of her.
The woman screamed and fainted at this sweet disruption of her insides, and Lard plucked her casually from his dripping dick and rolled her limp body to one side. She lay on her back, her arms and legs out-flung, her eyes closed and her red cunt with its covering of white sperm and pussy juice wide open.
Glancing at Studs, he said, "This little lady is going to need post-operative treatment, good buddy ... and so is old Lard." This last, nodding toward his own huge phallus, which remained as thick and rigid as it had before its recent detonation.
The little girl lifted her two holes from Lard's big toes with two thocking suction sounds in succession and, scrambling upward on the great mound of male body in front of her, straddled him and did her best to contain his cock in her creaming cunt.
She looked like a four-year-old mounted on a Percheron, and Lard shook his head sadly and said, "I'm afraid you're not quite ready to wind up Big Ben, darling."
With one big paw he picked her off him by the scruff of her neck and deposited the child on the other side from his mother. Then, looking at his audience, he said, "Would either of you charming ladies care to ease old Lard's pressing problem?"
Toni had just decided to take him up on it when she became aware of activity on either flank as Studs and Green Jade began shedding their clothing. Audience participation was not on the docket, of course, but then, the conditions were extraordinary. As her brother, his body more beautiful than ever in contrast to the fat man's mountain of suet, mounted the now-recovering black mother and slipped his far from inconsiderable dong into her still pulsing cunt, the Asian beauty finished kicking off her tiny slippers and trotted past the overturned child to admire the largest cock anyone there had ever seen.
Exotically lovely in the nude, she dropped to her knees alongside the mountainous male, took his pillar-like phallus in one tiny hand and smiled in lascivious anticipation of undreamt-of delights immediately in store for her.
She said, as the fucking mother behind her emitted a groan of ecstasy when Studs' virile cock sent her spinning into multiple orgasms again, "First, let's clean this beautiful object up." With that, she bent over it and began licking the accumulation of sperm and pussy juice from its surface ... and, in the process, used her lips and tongue to render added titillation. When she had everything to her satisfaction, she halted the operation and said, "Darling, make it go down. I want you to shoot it into me the way you did into her."
"Anything you say, honey," Lard said amenably ... and once again, his immense fucking piece dwindled slowly until only its tip remained visible above the thicket of pubic hair surrounding it.
As Green Jade scrambled aboard his loins, Lard noted the unique placement of her clit and said, "You're a most unusual female, my dear. Yours is really way up front."
"I'm custom-made," the Asian beauty replied pertly.
Lard lifted a massive forefinger and poked it right into the middle of her clit, diddling it expertly and sliding his other hand under her rump to push her forward and increase the pressure. Green Jade emitted one of her shrill barnyard yelps of instant ecstasy and Lard methodically set about bringing her to a clitoral climax by massaging her vulnerable little button until she was actually shrieking with anguished delight, hanging onto the great alp of his belly for dear life.
Lard kept up his stimulating massage, working the thumb of his other hand into the Asian woman's crotch from behind for added pleasure, until he judged her to be ready ... then, and only then, did he settle her squirming body firmly atop his vanished cock.
Green Jade failed to utter a sound as that super-prick shot up from its barbette of flesh and penetrated her tight little creaming cunt to a depth she had never before experienced. It was apparent to Toni that she could not have uttered a sound at that critical moment had she been faced with instant death rather than instant life.
If, before, she had been hanging on to Lard's belly ... now her little fingers were digging furrows in his ample flesh. Her dark ivory skin went white, her lovely mouth fell open and her little black eyes closed. She began to shiver visibly and her shivers increased as, slowly, she began to move her filled-to-bursting hole with slow little circular motions.
"Let's put this show on the road, honey," said Lard, resuming his double grip on her rump and clit and once again poking a thick forefinger into her bright pink button. "We haven't got all day ... or have we?"
Green Jade uttered a scream reminiscent of the black mother when she passed out. Under the triple prodding her cunt, clit, and crotch were receiving from Lard's busy prick and two busy hands, she seemed all but literally to explode. As her streaming cunt began riding frantically up and down on the telephone pole of a prick that was convulsing her vitals, Toni could see the lower half of that mammoth organ as it appeared each time Green Jade lifted her rump, only to disappear when she drove her hole back down over it.
Watching Lard's performance, Toni decided she was going to have to get that cock into her guts, if only for kicks. She had no longer any doubt as to the big man's being the fucking champion, as Studs had indicated, and she had a penchant for champions, being a highly competitive female herself.
Narrow-eyed, she watched Lard's performance with her new partner and wondered how she could top the exquisite fucking performances of the two women who had preceded her on the fat man's cock. The rich juicing of her own cunt told her that she had been a spectator long enough, that it was time Toni got into the action.
Studs, his own competitive instincts stirred by the champion's performance, had already fucked the black mother into unconsciousness and was sitting with the little girl athwart his lap, r slowly working his big adult cock into her tight tiny twat. As Toni rose to remove her own clothing, she saw the little girl spasm deliciously with a series of shudders that forced her to grab tight hold of Studs to maintain her perch ... and she had as yet absorbed no more than a third of Studs' muscular cock.
"Am I as good a fuck as mother?" the little girl asked.
"You will be, honey," Toni's brother assured the ambitious little black daughter, "and right now you're tighter than she is, which is all for the better. See if you can work it further into you Toy tightening your cunt muscles ... that's it. Now relax them ... you've got it."
As she obeyed his second command, he grabbed one tiny buttock in each fist, pulled them wide apart to open her already tightly stretched hole even wider, and thrust outward and upward with his whole lower body, driving his cock into her cunt so that only an inch still remained in view. Apparently, with this move, he reached the top of her tunnel, for he could work his prick no further inside and the girl went into voluptuous convulsions after uttering a long single anguished wail as her inner tissues were filled to bursting ... a wail that became a moan of unutterable delight as the floods of pleasure that followed the first anguish overcame it and possessed her little-girl body.
She went into a contortionistic antic to increase the rapture coursing through her, bending over backward until her lovely little head was on a level, albeit upside down, with her lovely little impaled rump. This, of course, caused Studs' cock to push against her well-buried clit so forcibly that her ecstasy was doubled ... and then doubled again as, holding her to his will with the double grip on her buttocks, he began running his prong in and out of her streaming hole with long, slow, irresistible strokes.
Toni nodded approval of her brother's minor triumph, noting that the white sex sap the child was exuding was lightly stained with pink. Well satisfied, Toni turned her attention to the main action, between Lard Lonergan and Green Jade ... just in time to see the Asian beauty, in a frenzy of fulfillment, lift and lower her crotch on that ponderous prick like a human trip hammer. Lard made a grab for her gyrating tail with both hands, missed, and grabbed again to hold her flailing crotch firm with a tight grip once more on her clit and crack. Again, his sap-sticky loins heaved upward as he passed a charge of sperm into Green Jade's India-rubber cunt.
The Asian woman shuddered like the little black girl with Studs' cock in her coozy, but her shudders were full-breaking rollers compared to the child's shoreline ripples. Her lips were drawn back in exquisite agony, revealing the bright ivory of her teeth, which gripped the tip of her coral-pink tongue so tightly that a rivulet of crimson flowed down her chin.
Then, with a shrill cry and a series of violent bump-grinds that would have done credit to a burlesque queen, she got her bottom clear of Lard's restricting hands and went into a dance so rapid and so varied in its directions that the watching Toni could make no sense of it.
Apparently, however, it accomplished what Green Jade wanted, for in a final burst of voluptuous action, she lifted her cunt almost clear of that majestic column and then rammed her bottom down on it so hard that their hairs met with a soppy sound that was almost a splash. Then she passed out cold...
Toni regarded the two unconscious bodies, the black and the dark ivory ... each as dead as she was-likely to get without actually being deceased. Then she turned to their destroyer, who had risen to his knees to look at them and said, "Have you got enough left to service me?"
He looked up at her appraisingly, obviously enjoying the lush scenery of her naked body, said, "To paraphrase the immortal John Paul Jones, I have not yet begun to fuck. Honey, what do you have in mind?"
She looked down on him with amusement, running a satin-fingered hand through his long blonde hair, and said, "What makes you think I've got anything in mind?"
He slid a thick arm around her leg so that his fingers gripped her upper thigh just below her cunt and said, "For one-thing, you're a smart cookie ... you run this outfit. For another, you're Studs Meador's big sister, and Studs is the smartest young cocksman I know. For another, you've got something lurking in the corner of your eye that tells me you want to try something different."
As he finished, he punctuated his statement by poking a long thick thumb right up into her cunt, causing her flow of pussy juice to become a freshet as sudden sweet rapture swept through her. She waited until it subsided, then cleared her cunt of the thumb and said, "If you'll lie down again, super-prick, I'll try to show you what I want to try."
It was even more impressive close up than at a distance, incredibly thick and long and, as she quickly discovered, firm to the touch. As she measured its magnitude ... she could not close her fist around it by more than an inch ... she felt a delicious tremor of terror at the mere thought of holding such a weapon in the narrow, tender passageway of her cunt, wondered if she could do so without causing herself serious internal damage.
Her competitive instinct came to her rescue then, however, and she decided that if Green Jade and black mother could take it, she certainly could. What was more, she intended to prove to this phenomenal fucker from New York that she was top dog all the way. To get the game rolling, she bent big dick her way and, like Green Jade before her, licked it clean of all traces of previous fucking.
"You want me to pull it in?" he asked as she climbed on deck. "The way your Asian friend did?"
"About halfway ... if you can do it."
Narrow-eyed, she watched as it began to subside. For what she wanted, it was essential that Lard not only be able to make his cock erect or flaccid at will but that he should have control of all intermediate stages as well. When its nine inches had dwindled to a mere five ... about the length of the average man and almost twice as thick ... he said casually, "Okay? Is that about right?"
"That'll be just jim-dandy," said Toni, placing her hole over it and stretching her crotch wide.
Lard just lay there, letting her do what she liked with him, offering her no help. Biting her lower lip, Toni extended a hand through her legs from behind, seized Lard's huge cock and placed its lowered head firmly within the compass of her cuntal lips.
Immediately, with Lard's fucking piece at half-mast in her hole, she understood the reason why he had been able to fuck her two predecessors unconscious so quickly. The enormous diameter of his prick was the key to their undoing. So greatly did it distend the walls of her cunt that it exerted almost unbearable voluptuous pressure even while it remained still.
For a long, frantic second or two, Toni thought that she, too, was going to succumb to immediate orgasm which would render her merely another hole for him to conquer and discard. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to maintain mastery over her beautifully disciplined body ... and she did not move a muscle until she had gained it.
Then she said, "Now let it all the way out."
There was another lip-biting struggle as that monstrous column added four inches of length to its pressure in her most sensitive zone, as it forced its way past the flanged gates of her womb until its head was lodged in her even more deeply than her brother's had been. But again her will prevailed and, after risking a deep breath that nearly cost her the hard-won battle, she said, "Now keep repeating it ... down to half-mast, then full out again."
His bright blue eyes regarded her with something close to respect over the great dome of his belly. He said, as he followed her orders, "Hey, that's one even I never thought of ... oops, it feels great."
"More to come," said Toni crisply. She knew perfectly well that, if she permitted herself any real pelvic action, in about ten seconds she would be a mindless blob of quivering, thrusting, creaming female flesh as had been Green Jade and the black mother before her. But she had to supply some sort of action that would make Lard come or the victory would not be complete ... and she had a well-founded idea from what she had already seen of him fuckingly engaged that he could keep .extending and retracting his prick in her hole all day without coming unless he wished to ... and all night as well.
Unquestionably, he was the most terrific cocksman she had ever met. Not that there was any danger of her falling in love with him ... he was too much the completely physical sensual male to invite emotional commitment from any woman who was not entirely a slave to priapic desire ... with her, as with him, fucking was business even though they both loved their work.
Hence she had thought out exactly how she was going to handle him while she studied his techniques during his fabulous fuckings of black mother and Green Jade ... and mapped out a careful campaign.
The third time his mighty mace grew within her, Toni began a slow rhythmic tightening of first her left buttock, then her right buttock, a trick she had cooked up on her own while being fucked by a man with a very tender dick to give him the sensation of friction without actually rubbing him raw.
The result was a delicious rocking circular effect that had brought her wounded fucker on to climax time after time ... and she used it now on the New York super-stud in the hope of doing the same to him without losing herself in uncontrollable reaction to his cock in her cunt.
Lard grunted and said, "Hey, honey ... whatever you're doing, keep it up. Old Lard-likes." He emphasized his pleasure by giving the outer sides of her thighs a double squeeze with his ham-like hands that brought her perilously close to the verge and left her shuddering on the brink.
But somehow she held back and began picking up the pace of her buttock tightening as the rises and falls of his prick increased in tempo. Each time that gargantuan crown of cock riffled her womb-gate flanges, Toni had to struggle for sanity ... and each time, somehow, she made it until, rather more quickly than she had expected, she felt his cock grow up and stay up as it began to throb and kick and then to squirt a rich load of sperm into her tightly packed womb.
Then, although the act nearly set her off, she lifted her cunt clear of the super-stud's dripping prick and, looking down at it, remarked to its baffled owner, "Not bad, Lard ... I think we can do business okay."
TEN
She managed to keep the raging fire Lard had lit in her cunt under control until she had dismissed the applicants and seen them shepherded out of the erstwhile bank vault, leaving just the three of them alone. Then, shaking like a leaf, she grabbed her brother's limp dong and, pulling him to his feet, led him back to the mattress.
"Dear Studs," she gasped, "if you have anything left, let me have it ... I'm burning up inside ... Oh, thank God!"
She felt her brother's beloved meat begin to stir and grow under the stimulus of her frantic massage. Without waiting for it to attain full growth, she half pulled, half pushed him to the mattress in a supine position and, mounting him hastily, stuffed his slowly growing prick into her maddened hole.
She remained still save for the shudders that were shaking her to pieces until Studs' beloved crown burst through the barrier of her womb gate to fill her ... not insanely and to bursting as had Lard's phenomenal cock ... but exactly right.
Cupping the lovely lush roundness of her rump with one hand while he gently diddled her clit with the other, Studs looked fondly up at his sister and said, "My God, but I'm proud of you, sister mine ... you're the only girl I've seen Lard ever fuck who didn't go completely out of control."
As she began to feel the blessed relief of orgasm begin to radiate from her hole, Toni said, "It damn near killed me ... I don't know what would happen if I tried it again. I just couldn't let it happen to me and remain in control of him." Then, as the waves of delight rose higher when Studs began rolling his cock in her guts, she cried, "Oh, Jesus, darling ... fuck me. Fuck me foolish!"
Delicious ripples had already replaced the shudders of unrequited desire inside her. Bending forward and supporting herself by placing a hand on either side of his beautiful torso, Toni really got her rump into swinging action. like a woodpecker beating a rataplan on the trunk of a tree, she drove her sopping cunt up and down on the prick she loved so much, applying infinite variations as the spirit moved her and pausing only briefly from time to time to flatten her crotch upon his powerful loins and spend as climax overwhelmed her. The third time she came, he fired an emission far up in her guts and she began circling her entire torso in a sort of twist that sent her boobs flying wild and free ... redoubling the action to maintain his rigid rod at fullness in her creaming hole.
Toni rapidly lost track of the number of spasms that gripped her before, at length, the Lard-induced madness left her limp. By that time, Studs had sent two more charges of sperm into her churning womb and both of them were bathed in sweat, their thighs, crotches, loins and bellies stickily covered with the liquid fruits of their spendings.
When consciousness returned to Toni and she saw that Green Jade was seated quietly close by with her legs crossed Turkish fashion, her lovely detached clit fully exposed as was the tiny triangular hole underneath, she rolled to her and planted a lovely kiss in the Asian beauty's sex-sopping crotch.
"I'm sorry to have left you out of it," she murmured. "But that was necessary."
"I know," said Green Jade. "Remember, I had Lard's cock in me, too." She paused, then asked, "How in hell did you keep from coming un-glued with that fantastic prick of his in your cunt?"
"Don't ask me," said Toni. "I knew I had to, and I did ... but it damned near killed me." Curious now, she asked, "Tell me, darling, what was it like to let go with him?"
"Let me put it this way," said the Asian beauty. "I'm glad to have lived through it ... but I wouldn't want to have it happen again. It's madness, and madness isn't fun, not even fucking madness."
"Hey, sweeties," said Studs, scratching his itching jock, "I'm starved after that workout. How about we get cleaned up and go somewhere for lunch?"
Toni, who had put her head back in Green Jade's crotch and was licking her clit lightly, suddenly realized that her currently unoccupied cunt was not the only empty cavity in her body. She burrowed in for a final nibble that left the Asian woman wriggling with delight, then lifted her head, pushed back her tawny hair and said, "My God, I'm starved, too."
They showered and dressed and went to a famous steakhouse on La Cienega, where they dug into thick, steaming top sirloins like a trio of famished cannibals. French-fried potatoes, French-fried onions, mountainous side orders of mushrooms and bacon and string beans ... all disappeared, eaten rapidly and in almost grim silence. Not until the last bits of food, the last crisp-shelled French roll, had been devoured, did they sit back and relax.
Then it was Studs who broke the silence. He said, "You know, there just might be one woman we know who could give Studs the fucking of his life."
The two girls exchanged glances and Green Jade said, "Mei Tsu!"
"Exactly," said Studs. "You two, being females ... for which Allah be praised! ... have no idea what being fucked by that wild Oriental broad is like ... but it ain't exactly fun. It's more like getting your cock caught in an electric blender that won't quit. She damn near killed me yesterday afternoon."
Thoughtfully, Toni said, "Mmmmmm ... I wonder." Then, again looking at Green Jade, she asked, "Do you think it would be possible?"
The Asian woman laid her napkin on the table and said, "If you can produce that fat super-cock again, I can produce Mei Tsu." Her little black eyes lighted at the prospect of such a titanic fucking encounter. "Come on, darling Studs, call the waiter. Let's get back to the house."
"Let me call Maida first," said Toni. "There are a couple of things I want done at the shop ... and I'll see if Lard is available this afternoon. I told him I wouldn't need him till Friday afternoon before the Hills' bash."
"Tell him to come to my house for cocktails," said Green Jade. "Five o'clock."
"If he isn't otherwise engaged," added Toni as a phone was brought to the table.
"He can't be!" cried Green Jade, appalled at the prospect of having the promised encounter of these two sexual giants deferred.
"He won't be," Studs assured them. "I know the son of a bitch. When he finishes a session like today's, he stuffs his gut and goes back to his pad to sleep it off for a few hours. Then he's ready again."
"I have a hunch he'd better be ready for Mei Tsu," said Toni as she began to dial the office.
The unholy three, feeling even more closely attached by the sweet bonds of love, left for Green Jade's mansion. They returned to the bedroom where they had already shared such exquisite pleasures and brother and sister undressed and lay down on the freshly made, freshly perfumed dragon bed, while Green Jade consulted members of her staff elsewhere in the house, arranging the evening's entertainment.
While they waited, Studs and Toni lay close, reveling gently in the sweet smoothness of each other's firm flesh, fondling breasts and genitals and occasionally exchanging lingering, relaxed kisses. After a while, Studs felt his prick lazily extend itself toward his sister's beloved belly.
She felt it, too, and whispered, "Oh, Studs darling, how wonderful!"
Then, pushing her pelvis toward him as they lay on their sides, she managed to slide it into her gently creaming cunt without the effort of getting into the saddle. It felt delicious and just right for the mood they were in and, by moving her hole ever so slightly, she was able to experience a sweet spasm that exactly suited her lazily amorous move.
They were still lying there, fucking indolently, when Green Jade returned and began shedding her clothing. She said to Studs, "Better get some real rest, honey. Mei Tsu is coming to give you another massage."
The mere thought of such an encore was sufficient to wilt Studs' prick to a nubbin. He sat up, indignant, said, "Why you say a thing like that?"
Green Jade, nude now, laughed mischievously, "Because, if anybody's going to be fucked around here right now, it's going to be Green Jade."
"That's right," said Toni, clasping her boobs ruefully.
"It's OK with me," said Studs. "How can I lose?"
"Lucky Pierre!" said Toni, pouting. "That's the only trouble with this combination. We can't get fucked at once."
"How'd you like to make a Las Vegas sandwich with Lard and me?" Studs suggested..."especially with Lard's cock reaming your butt-hole, sister mine?"
"I'm happy ... I'm perfectly happy!" said Toni, drawing her lovely legs up under her as she settled on a corner of the bed. "Go ahead, kiddies, see if you can fuck your way to heaven.
"Getting there is all the fun," said Green Jade, slithering over Studs' beautiful muscles like a sweet serpent. With her long black hair cascading around her, she gathered his laggard cock into her thin-lipped, exquisitely sensual mouth, cupping his balls in one hand and diddling them gently for added stimulation.
With exquisite adroitness, she employed lips and tongue to bring his priapic member back to life, literally slathering it with saliva to give her mouth stimulating similarity to the well-oiled cunt it was not yet in condition to penetrate. As she played her erotic oral game with his dong and balls, she forked the first two fingers of her other hand on either side of the root of his prick, squeezing it gently between them.
While she practiced fellatio on him, her adorable dark-ivory tail came closer and closer to his head ... until, lifting it as easily as a child lifts a plastic toy, it settled in front of his face. Green Jade opened her legs wide to give him the freest possible entree to her sweet-scented crotch which was already white with her cream.
He worked his thumbs under her detached clit and gave it a nimble workout, increasing the flow of her sex sap. Then, when he was sure that the Asian beauty was well along toward climax, he slid his tongue into her little triangular hole, pinching her button hard between his fingers as he did so.
So violently did Green Jade react, so wildly did her rump begin bobbing ecstatically around in front of his face, that his tongue lost contact and he was forced to release her singing clit and clamp both hands over her bounding buttocks to continue sucking her off. As he worked his long thick tongue into her cunt again, she actually seemed to spurt pussy juice into his mouth. Her body writhed and churned in its effort to break the hold he had on her bottom, but, while her strength was great, his was greater, and he held her crotch steady. Her thighs began closing against the sides of his head, then loosening, then closing again and again in time with the rhythm of his tongue thrusts into her climaxing cunt.
Meanwhile, Green Jade's own tongue work was proving effective ... so much so that he discovered he was not going to be able to clear her mouth from his bucking cock in time. He slid his hands closer and dug his thumbs sharply into the rim of her arsehole to add to her pleasure as he sent his sperm rocketing upward, not into her womb but into the equally soft recesses of her mouth and throat.
Gagging on his semen, she was forced to lift her head even as she coiled and uncoiled in a succession of oral orgasms. He released her rump, and, after pushing her crotch hard into his face and wiggling it convulsively, she again lost contact with his tongue ... and this time their sixty-nine was ended.
From her perch on a corner of the big dragon bed, Toni asked, "Somebody shorted out?"
They slept and then played similar games and were merrily bathing in the octagonal tub when a demure-looking Mei Tsu, clad in a black ankle-length Cheong-sam slit to the thigh on either side, ushered Lard Lonergan into the super bathroom.
"Welcome to the massage parlor, Lard!" Studs greeted him cheerily.
"I say ... this looks great. Good show ... what?" In an imitation English accent, the co-median-cocksman eyed the naked threesome in the water with interest, then said, "Since I was invited, I take it this is not a private party."
Nodding toward a low settee against the end wall, Green Jade said, "Hang your clothes on the history limb."
"That's hickory limb," whispered Toni in her ear as the mastodonic Lard moved to comply. "Not history."
The Asian beauty regarded Toni guilelessly, apologizing, "So solly, sugar ... okay then, we're going to see sexual hickory made here this evening."
"Sorry I mentioned it, you little devil," said the American girl. She leaped on Green Jade, ducking her, and the two frolicked in the clear water like a pair of lovely dolphins, each trying to get a bowling grip on the other's bottom holes.
When they finally came up for air, gasping and spouting, Lard had just finished removing his clothing and depositing it on the settee, and had turned to look at Mei Tsu, who knelt alongside a thick pad laid out on the floor, her bottle of oil beside her.
The super-stud's eyebrows went up and he said to Studs, who was leaning against a corner of the tub, "Hey, good buddy, you weren't putting me on about the massage parlor bit?"
"Go and get it," Studs suggested. And, when Lard hesitated, scratching the undersides of his belly, he added, "This really is something new."
Lard looked at them one by one, suspicion looming large in his pale blue eyes. Then he hunched his massive shoulders in a what-the-hell shrug and padded around the tub to where the sleek-skinned Mei Tsu was waiting for him. When she pushed him down on his belly with unruffled efficiency, his eyebrows rose again as he was evidently surprised by the strength of the muscles underlying that satin-smooth flesh.
The Oriental expert went to work on his huge body with her oil and her skilled fingers, and Lard grunted his appreciation as she kneaded out the knots in his back while the other three watched in awed anticipation. After ten minutes or so, she stopped and said, "Roll over, fatso."
He did so, and the first development in the little comedy occurred. Evidently wary of what the unholy three had cooked up for him, Lard had pulled his disappearing cannon way down out of sight. Mei Tsu continued to wear a mask of Oriental impassivity as she began kneading the vast cupola of belly rising beneath her, but, as Toni noted, her slanting eyes kept returning to his pubic area every few seconds, while a frown slowly developed on her face.
After a bit, she gave up and began rubbing him higher up, around the chest and shoulders. Lard, whose face was turned toward the audience of three, slowly closed his lower eye in a slow wink. Then, while she was wholly absorbed in her work, his cock began slowly to come erect; first the giant mushroom head emerging from the thicket of pubic hair that camouflaged it, then the upper portion of the shaft.
Mei Tsu paused in her rubbing to push back a strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes and, out. of the corner of her eye, caught sight of Lard's looming monstrosity of a prick. She looked back at his face, then back at his cock. Suddenly she pivoted, crying something in her native tongue, and made a grab for the surprise visitor, only to grasp at empty air, for Lard had retracted it and the royal-purple crown was just sinking back into its nest. The unholy three were breaking up with laughter at his antics, as they had earlier in the day, but Green Jade managed to gasp through her laugh something that the girl understood.
She put the cap on her oil bottle, then scrambled onto Lard's loins; her breasts, unusually large for an Asian girl, hanging as she bent over. And there she sat while nothing happened, until she began beating on his belly with her fists and said, "Fatso fuck ... now!"
Then Lard let her have it. The suddenness and thickness of his justly celebrated cock caught her by surprise and actually lifted her up in the air and dumped her over on the mat. She scrambled to her feet angrily, but anger melted into a look of love as she had her first chance to measure mentally the dimensions of the prick she was supposed to absorb in her guts.
She touched it warily with her fingertips, trying in vain to encompass its thickness in one of her little fists, then bent and kissed it, barely managing to pop the huge purple crown into her mouth. Holding it tightly in one hand as if afraid it might vanish again, she lifted the bottle to her mouth and unscrewed the cap with her teeth. Then she anointed it liberally. As she greased the big dick, she looked at Green Jade and said, almost purring, "Real big ... biggest Mei Tsu ever see."
Recapping the bottle neatly and putting it aside, she peered over Lard's abdomen and said, "You make go down now, fatso. Mei Tsu sit on it again. Then make big once more. Fatso savvy?"
"Fatso savvy," said Lard with a chuckle. "Fatso do anything Mei Tsu tell him."
Carefully, the masseuse worked her cunt down over the almost buried crown of Lard's diminished cock. When she was well settled, she said, "Now ... no-owwwwww!"
The last syllable became a long-drawn-out gasp of anguished disbelief as the super cock she had lubricated so carefully punched a hole in her nine inches deep. like black mother and Green Jade before her, when first filled to bursting by Lard's long thick prick, Mei Tsu was unable to move a muscle. Her slanting black eyes seemed to turn in on themselves as her entire body reacted to the enormity of the whang that had been thrust into her tunnel of love.
Lard looked at Studs and said, "Hey ... what's this, living statues or something? Can't this broad move?"
Studs said, "Good buddy, if you want action, all you have to do is turn the knob ... dig me?"
"I dig ... oh, I dig," said Lard.
Slowly, while the masseuse sat as if paralyzed on his cock, Lard brought up a ham-like right hand and felt for her clit around the mound of his belly. After a few seconds, he found it and captured the button between thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and twirling it.
Mei Tsu emitted a series of sharp, shrill barks. Then she put the flats of her hands flat against the undercurve of Lard's belly and began to push, hard, as if she were trying to force the emperor-sized prick out of her creaming guts.
Green Jade giggled, said, "Now we'll find out just how tough a cocksman your friend Lard Lonergan is."
"But she's trying to get away from him," said Studs. "She wants him out of her hole."
"The hell she does," said Toni. "Remember what she did to you yesterday? She's doing the same thing to Lard now."
Studs turned pale, gasping, "My God, she'll pull it out by the roots!"
ELEVEN
For a moment, the grotesque tug of war continued ... then Lard laughed and said, "Why, you little bitch!" Mei Tsu was flailing away at his belly with both fists, screaming and hammering like a woman gone mad. The reason for her dementia became quickly apparent to the onlookers as her tail continued to bob frantically over the super-stud's loins ... but with nothing in it. Lard had countered the masseuse's painful ploy by simply pulling his disappearing gun of a cock back into its barbette, leaving her high up on the wall.
She began screaming insults in her native tongue, larded with occasional "shits" and "cocksuckers" and "bastards" and other endearments in more or less colloquial English until the big man tired of the sport and seized her waist with a pair of meat hooks and stilled her frantic bobbing and plunging.
Holding her struggling body in midair, he turned his head toward Green Jade and said, "Will you please tell this goofy little piece of meat that the whole idea of fucking is to give pleasure ... and you might add that unless she stops trying to strangle me, she's not going to get nothing no how."
Green Jade spouted a stream of alien dialect that stemmed the wild girl's action briefly ... but not for long. Mei Tsu uttered a fierce cry and tried to deliver a furious karate chop to Lard's neck ... but the super-stud, with amazing speed, lifted a mighty arm from her waist and parried the blow with his forearm. Then he planted her rump once more on his loins and put his prick into action, running its full nine inches up into her guts.
"Let's see how you like the masochist end of the stick, you little sadist," he murmured as he ground her bottom around on his jock. Then, still holding her firmly, he began fucking her with hard steady up-thrusts of his pelvis, moving her cunt around to his own best advantage.
For the first few thrusts, Mei Tsu remained passive. But Toni could see the tightening of her rump muscles each time that massive dong was rammed high in her guts. And then, like black mother and Green Jade before her, the masseuse simply came unglued. Her taut body relaxed and she melted over Lard's fantastic facade, her head almost upside down over the upper part of his belly, her hands digging into his breasts, her rump flopping helpless about at the prodding whim of the mighty pillar of joy impaling it. She moaned and sobbed in an apparent agony of ecstasy at each stroke, then her hands fell away from her master's breasts and her head lay limp over the dome of his belly.
Then, the mountain moved. As he had with black mother, Lard sat up, then gathered his feet under him and rose to his knees. Then, a truly Cyclopean figure, he rose slowly to his feet with his prick still embedded in the unconscious girl's creaming cunt, supporting her as he had black mother with one hand under her spine.
Then, like a man throwing a bagful of garbage into a disposal can, he tossed her body clear of his prick into the tub. Mei Tsu landed with a splash that spattered the other three in the tub. She went under and came up gasping for air, rubbing the water out of her eyes. Green Jade spoke sharply to her, and the dripping and defeated masseuse crawled out of the pool, gathered up her gear and fled the room, weeping.
The Asian beauty tossed back her hair and said, "Thanks, darling. I didn't think anyone could do it, but you did. To Mai Tsu, fucking has always been a form of combat."
Lard said, "She's rough all right." Then, looking down at his still-stiff prick, "I don't wish to sound presumptuous, but will one of your charming ladies finish me off?"
The two girls looked at one another. Both of them were dying to fuck the master cocksmen, both of them understandably somewhat frightened of what his monster prick would do to them. Finally, Green Jade said, "Well, darling, I guess it's my turn."
She pulled herself out of the pool and approached him with reluctance in her every move ... like a shy virgin awaiting the rending of her maidenhead, her fear and desire were mixed. Lard stood there until she got close enough, then circled her waist with an arm and laughed, saying, "Come on, darling ... it's not that bad. And you did invite me here."
Green Jade dropped to her knees and put the head of his huge cock in her mouth. Her head moved slowly back and forth and her cheeks went hollow with the sucking effort she gave it while, with one hand, she cuddled his balls and the other slid around his loins to grip his massive buttocks from behind.
Lard accepted her oral tribute for a few minutes, a contented expression his face, one of his hands resting lightly on the crown of her black head. He rolled his hips slightly in time with her pulls on his dong and the Asian beauty, noting this response, redoubled her artful efforts.
Then her face seemed to get closer and closer to the mass of curly blonde hair on the giant's pubic mound. Lard was retracting his prick, and when her nose was pressed flat against his jock, he gripped her hair more tightly and lifted Green Jade to her feet as easily as he had tossed Mei Tsu into the pool.
Lifting her face until he could look into her licorice-drop eyes, he said, "That's very nice, darling, but it's not quite what I had in mind. Surely, you as hostess would not want to leave a guest unsatisfied."
Green Jade returned his look, her body a dark-ivory flame of exotic sensuality, her face a pool of enticement. She said, "Very well ... but please don't destroy me."
"There's no need to be afraid," he replied. "I can be gentle, too."
"Then fuck me," said the Asian beauty.
"I'll do the best I can, ma'am," he replied, a glint of humor in his eyes. He lifted her like a feather, cradling her in his arms, holding her like a lovely toy. One massive hand supported her just below the satin flesh of her shoulders, the other encompassed her sweet little rump. A deftly naughty thumb, visible from where Toni stood in the pool beside Studs, watching the play avidly, slid out of sight into her crotch, and the Asian beauty convulsed briefly and then relaxed, a seraphic smile on her beautiful face as she looked up at him adoringly.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"I intend to do just that," he told her, laying her gently on her back on the mat where he had so recently won his battle with Mei Tsu. He looked around, found a thick cushion and placed it under her rump, lifting it a full eight inches above the surface. She lay there, completely abandoned as she awaited his entry; a human sacrifice eager for the knife of immolation, her arms stretched wide, her thighs well parted, her hole a tiny dark triangle in her crotch.
Lard knelt between her knees, surveying the delectable offering he was about to enjoy. With the delicacy of a surgeon, he bent and laid his lips against her Unusually located clit, lapping it gently with his tongue while she squirmed delightedly under this titillation. His tongue emerged and he lapped at it deftly, running it around the little upright pink button, up one side and down the other, then giving it quick little flips with the tip that caused Green Jade to utter little cries of ecstasy.
Then, when he had brought her well into protracted orgasm, he gathered the whole exposed area ... clit, labia, nymphae and the softly folded flesh around them ... into his mouth and sucked. At the same instant, he poked a massive middle finger up to the hilt in her triangular hole just below.
Green Jade moaned and her rump went into convulsive action as he continued to finger fuck her while he pulled at her clit. The backs of her hands began to beat at the pad on either side of her, and her legs moved rhythmically with her knees drawing up almost double and then stiffening straight again, her head tossing from side to side, barnyard yelps of delight issuing from her mouth.
After a few more moments of this form of pleasure, however, Lard lifted his head while still maintaining a busy finger in Green Jade's cunt and said, "Okay, ma'am ... fucking time ... if you're ready, and I truly believe you are."
Green Jade could only moan, thrusting her pelvis up toward his cock and moan, "Fuck me ... fuck me!"
Lard removed his finger from her suffusing little cunt and licked off the pussy juice, savoring it. Then he shook his head and said, "Boy, do you need a writer!"
His magnificently trained cock was out and poised at the ready as he lowered his huge body over her exquisitely fleshed little frame. As its rounded crown nudged the tiny triangle of her hole, it seemed to stick for a moment. Lard lifted a hand to his lips, licked his fingers, then lowered them to his cock, lubricating it with his spit. Then, supporting himself on his left hand, he pushed back her left thigh with his right, opening her crotch wider still.
Gently but firmly, he slipped the head of his huge dong inside the triangular gateway and, with slow but persistent pressure, kept on pushing until the whole of his immensity was absorbed in Green Jade's sheath of living, pulsing velvet. His right arm continued to encircle her left thigh, giving him absolute control over her, control he first exerted by drawing her cunt back and forth laterally as his balls pushed against the puckered walls of her arsehole.
Toni could see their point of juncture each time Lard pulled his now-dripping cock partway out of Green Jade's creaming cunt and she winced when she saw how tautly that thick dick stretched the thin, sensitive underflesh. But the Asian beauty no longer seemed sensitive to any discomfort caused by that massive pole lodged in her guts. She began to utter a thin, keening sound as billows of delight surged through her; delight Lard augmented by bringing his left hand into play with her exposed clit.
Green Jade's free right leg began to kick spasmodically in time with Lard's thrusts, while her captive left limb stiffened at a sixty-degree angle. Her arms lifted convulsively to encircle as much of her partner's torso as they could encompass, and she began to respond to his thrusts with counterthrusts of her sopping little cunt as much as Lard's grip on her thigh permitted.
Toni was drawn from the spectacle by Studs tapping her on the left tit. He said, "Darling, they'll be at it for hours. Besides, I have a problem."
He pointed down toward his own sturdy prick, whose head had broken the surface of the waist-high water and whose tiny hole in the tip seemed to Toni to be an eye looking up at her pleadingly. She embraced Studs, feeling a surge of reawakened desire in her own sweet body, bent and kissed the beloved prick so close to her cunt.
"Come on, darling," she said. "Let's go to bed."
They lay down on the fine sheets and again embraced, Studs' cock slipping easily into her cunt as the soft sleek flesh of their bellies fused. As she wriggled down to encompass all of his glorious length, strength, and fullness in her happy hole, Studs fondled her nipples, which rose to almost instant attention, then kissed and sucked at them alternately while she clasped his golden head close to her bosom.
"Jesus'. " she gasped as her wriggles on his prick sent a swift spasm racing through every nerve in her body. "That's what I call fore-play."
He lifted his head to hers and their lips met and melted together, their tongues danced crazily from mouth to mouth and their fucking pieces went into an easy-riding gait of their own. They drew back until only the very tip of his crown remained within the portal of her tunnel, then moved forward until their hairs met again ... then backward, then forward again ... and again ... and again.
Toni spasmed sweetly and failed to touch earth as a second swift climax swept over her. Suddenly, this form of fucking was foreplay and she wanted him securely in her saddle, spreading her wide, wanted his balls slapping against the undercurves of her rump, wanted his prick digging even further into her womb while the ridge just below its head made merry music with the flanges at its gates.
She wanted to be filled to bursting with prick, to be out of her mind with unbearable rapture, to be uttering the sort of sounds she could hear Green Jade uttering from the bathroom forty feet away.
She rolled over on her back, pulling Studs with her, and thrust up savagely to get every millimeter of his cock into her. But it was still not enough, even though she was riding repeated crests of passion under his expert ministrations. She grunted and groaned and her body broke into violent sweat as she rolled and twisted and thrust and counterthrust in a seemingly inexhaustible effort to attain what her body demanded.
So engrossed was Toni in her own frenzied frustration that she barely felt it when he came and spurted sweet sperm in her womb ... and she kept right on striving for the unattainable until, with sudden desperate perception, she discovered that her hole was empty and that Studs was holding her thrashing body pinioned to the sheets.
"Easy, darling," he kept saying. "Ease up, Toni ... it's all right ... take it easy."
"But it's not all right," she blurted miserably and burst into a flood of tears.
When she recovered, she saw that Studs was looking down at her with tears streaming down his face. Feeling like some sort of heel, she reached down and squeezed his limp cock gently in a gesture of affection, wondering how on earth she could tell him the terrible thing that had happened.
But he seemed to read her mind. He said sadly, "No need to talk, darling. I've been through it before with Lard. Once they've had his cock in their cunts, nobody else ever quite makes it."
"You've never been through it before with your own sister," she cried, hugging him close. "I loved what we had ... just you and me united after all these years of never knowing about each other, not only as brother and sister but having such marvelous fucking together. It was perfect, even with Green Jade, but now..."
She began to weep again. Studs waited until the spell passed then kissed and hugged her gently and said, "Lard may kill me for this, but I think it's time you knew."
"Knew what?" Toni asked when he hesitated.
"Knew that I'm not your real brother." When the words came, they came with a rush.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said ... that I'm only your half brother, darling."
"But why pull a trick like pretending to be?" She felt utterly bewildered. "Is this a put-on, Studs?"
"I only wish it were," he said sadly.
"But why...? " Grabbing his biceps, she violently shook his unresisting body.
"It was Lard's idea," he said, hanging his head.
"Lard's idea!" This was crazier yet. "What has Lard got to do with it?"
"Everything ... you see, Lard is your real brother."
It took a little while for this revelation to sink in ... at first, Toni could only greet it with disbelief. But little by little, the unhappy young man convinced her. With convincing citing of names and dates and places, he told her how Lard, attending a party in his professional capacity as a stud, had found himself fucking a beautiful older woman who recognized him, after the act, as her long-abandoned son. There was a mole on the inside of Lard's left thigh which had brought about the recognition.
"My ... mother?" Toni asked, hardly believing her ears. "But she..." Then she realized how little she knew of either of her parents, having always been told that she was an orphan almost from birth. She had made her way upward after leaving her moderately happy foster home with the Loring family until her beauty, brains, and lack of sexual inhibitions had liberated her of such bondage in her middle teens.
"Lard said she wasn't half bad," Studs assured her. "It was she who told him he had a younger sister. It seems she had kept track of you until you were sixteen, so she was able to give him you name."
"Then you were doing the Mei Tsu bit ... just trying me out for him?" said Toni, feeling anger gather within her.
"Not exactly," he said, his eyes unable to meet her steady regard, "even if it looks that way. I happened to be coming out here first ... we had both decided to get the hell out of New York ... so he told me about you and asked me to see if I could find you. I did and ... well, you know the rest."
"I guess I do."
"Nobody wanted to hurt you. I played the brother bit to get to know you better ... it didn't occur to me that I'd fall in love with you."
"Did you?"
"If I didn't, why do you think I'd be telling you this? I'd let Lard fry in his own fat."
"How can I be sure he didn't put you up to this ... to telling me?"
"Oh, Toni..." He gripped her wrists. "Look at me."
His eyes met hers now and they were wet with tears. All at once, compassion for this beautiful youth who was her half brother overwhelmed her. She drew him close and held his golden head against her beautiful boobs, stroking his hair like a baby.
"Oh, no!" he cried suddenly.
"What's wrong?" She released his head.
"Look!"
She followed his gaze downward and saw that his prick was rigidly upright. She bent and kissed it, making it bigger still ... then, because what he had told her had made her so uptight that she needed quick release, she slid alongside him, slithering downward with her pelvis thrust well forward so that his prong slid easily into the rich envelope of her cunt.
They lay there, silent and still, savoring this contact neither of them had expected. Somehow, now that she knew Studs was not her full brother, she no longer yearned for more from him than nature had equipped him to give. The desperate urgency had faded, to be replaced by a sweet if less meaningful affection.
After a bit, she lifted her head and kissed him, hugging him close and putting her cunt into slow motion ... just enough to send a succession of gentle spasms through her beautiful body to ease further the tensions that had made her unhappy.
He responded, letting her call the tune, and they fucked each other deliciously in a sweet sort of way that finally caused her to convulse and hold him so tightly against her, belly to belly, that her breasts were deliciously flattened by the bulging muscles of his chest. She thrilled further as she felt his prick begin to buck convulsively deep in her hole, and moaned a little moan of delight as their climaxes merged and he sent a bolt of semen bouncing off the top of her hole.
Lying there afterward, still joined, all but swamped in the liberal spending of their love juices, Toni kissed Studs affectionately and murmured, "Darling, I'm almost glad you're my half brother ... I think I like having you as a friend better."
As they fondly kissed, however, Toni's active brain was weighing the awesome truth of Lard Lonergan as her real big brother. It was going to take some shrewd handling on her part to adjust them both to this unexpected situation. She had not quite decided how to handle it, but one thing she knew ... Lard was going to have to pay through every aperture of his fat body, nose included, for having used her as he had.
TWELVE
A little later, Toni came for an uncounted time and gently withdrew her streaming cunt from Studs' gleaming prick, which had just deposited another spurt of sperm in her womb. She masturbated gently until she was safely down from the peaks, pushing away his beautiful cock firmly when he offered her the solace of the spear that had sent her soaring.
"Not now, Studs darling," she whispered. Her scheme was taking clear form in her head. "I want your help."
"Anything, dear Toni," he replied. "I-didn't expect you to speak to me, much less fuck me so sweetly, after I confessed I was not your real brother. I feel you've been badly used by both Lard and me, and I'm only too happy to help you any way in my power."
"You can help," she said. She asked him to go get a certain jar from the shelf in the big bathroom.
Studs planted a lingering kiss on her still-creaming cunt by way of farewell, then left her briefly. When he came back, he said, "Lard's in the shower."
"Great!" said Toni, accepting the jar from him and unscrewing the top. "Wnat about Green Jade?"
"She's still on the pad ... flat on her back ... dead to the world. Lard always leaves them like that, or hadn't you noticed? Exept for you, of course."
"Thanks," she said dryly.
"How'd you manage it?"
"Willpower and a trick or two," she confessed, adding, "but I could never do it again, and I'm damned if I'm going to let that big-pricked brother of mine drive me out of my mind until I've fucked him foolish first."
"How?"
"First, by plastering some of this analgesic goo all over your lovely prick," Toni said, suiting her action to her words.
Studs said, "Hey! That will dull my sensations." He made an effort to pull back, but she held him firmly by his cock and continued lathering it with the clear jelly.
"You can rest while you're fucking Green Jade," she said, laughing at his concern. "It will do you good not to come quite so often ... besides, the effect will wear off in a couple of hours."
Toni put the cap back on the jar and dropped it over the side of the bed. She rolled back to lie supine, with her half-dried cunt well exposed. Then she reached for Studs, pulled his unresisting body on top of hers and said, "Now stick that thing in and fuck me until I can't feel a fucking thing."
"You beautiful bitch!" he cried softly in admiration as he sank his long thick dong into her squirming vitals. She spasmed almost instantly, picking up where the two of them had left off minutes earlier, and he complied so enthusiastically that their coming together was quick and ecstatic. When the spending ceased, she pushed her pelvis upward to absorb his still-stiff prick as deeply as possible, bridging to bring her rump well up off the tumbled sheets.
"Push, darling," she said, gripping his muscular buttocks and forcing his cock still further past the gates of her womb. "If you don't get it deep enough, it's not going to work at all."
They fucked a little longer but, as the analgesic began to take effect, it was obvious they were getting little out of it. Then they parted and Toni kissed Studs gratefully before leading the way back to the tub.
Feeling the need of freshening up for the fray that lay ahead, Toni took a shower and cleansed the sweat and sex sap from her body. When she emerged, she masturbated briefly and was relieved to discover that the salve was still holding its effect.
The shower door was flung open, and Green Jade tottered in, looking like a relic after an earthquake disaster. Toni went to her, holding her upright under the hot water, then the cold, then rubbing her down with a fleecy towel. She noticed that when she reached the area of the Asian beauty's exposed clit, instead of thrusting her pelvis forward to add to the sensation, Green Jade pulled back sharply, uttering a little cry.
She explained, "Honey, that part of me is sore as a boil." Then, fingering herself in gingerly fashion and wincing at each digital contact, "That Lard ... he's too much for any woman."
"I can handle him," said Toni, mentally crossing her fingers.
"Hah!" cried the Asian beauty with a trace of returning spirit. "That I'd pay money to see."
"Stick around," Toni told her with an outward confidence she could only pray would prove to be justified. "Watch mama make him say uncle."
After combing their wet hair into some sort of order, the two beauties left the shower compartment to rejoin the men. Lard was lolling against the side of the pool, draining a beaker of champagne Studs had poured him. With his prick retracted, he looked more like a fat eunuch than the most fearsome cocksman Toni had ever met.
She studied her brother narrowly in the light of her newly acquired knowledge of their true relationship. If they were to stay together ... and she felt certain that they were ... Lard was going to have to do something about his weight. While she admired his super-sexual abilities and his wit, she had no great fondness for fat men. She envisioned him, slim and trim, riding beside her down Wilshire Boulevard or the Sunset Strip in a smart sports convertible with the top down ... or entering the Factory or the Daisy, the two of them causing the sort of admiring stir that would most flatter their egos.
Then she put such visionary dreams out of her head resolutely and undulated gracefully toward the object of her lust for vengeance and just plain (and imagine) lust, asking, "How about it, Herr von Lonergan ... are you ready to try another fall with me?"
His response was jovial as he put the beaker down on the edge of the octagonal yellow-tile pool. He gripped one of her ankles in a casual grip of iron, and said, "Toni, I'm always ready."
But his gray eyes were narrow and she sensed that he was still trying to figure out how she had resisted his overwhelming sexual powers during their only previous fucking session. She stood there, looking down at him arrogantly, even though, inside, she was anything but. .
He released her ankle and clambered out of the water to stand beside her, dripping wet, as he asked, "Okay, sweetie ... how do you want it?"
As he spoke, the big bludgeon of his prick began to emerge from its nesting place under the awn of his belly. Ignoring it (or pretending to), Toni patted the sides of his abdomen lightly and said, "You'd better get on the bottom again."
"Suits me," he replied. "You get fuller insertion that way, so it should suit you, too."
"You're too fucking heavy to lie on top, that's all," she told him bluntly. "I'm a gal who-likes to take her time."
"Yeah," he drawled as he lowered himself ponderously to the pad, "I've noticed that."
When he lay flat on his back, his dong stood up like a flagpole and Toni, without wasting time in further preliminaries, knelt astraddle his loins over it and lowered herself down upon it. Thanks to the analgesic salve with which Studs had so graciously and delightfully lined her cunt, plus the impact the mere sight of that super-tool had on her sexual juices, there was little trouble in working her brother's cock into the desired hole. By squirming down and around on it, Toni brought its domed head up inside her womb so completely that she could feel its rounded tip rubbing against the top.
For a few moments of utter panic, Toni was forced to fight once again for self-control under the impact of such ultimate fulfillment. While her clit and vaginal passage were seemingly well anesthetized, Studs' somewhat shorter cock had failed to reach quite far enough. Toni felt herself slipping into madness and, like her predecessors, was forced to dig her fingers into the thick layers of flesh and fat that comprised his belly.
Her brother grinned up at her with a smirk of triumph as he felt her beginning to go, and gave his mighty dong a thrust and a twist that caused Toni's world to swim. He said, "I thought you said you like to take your time, darling?"
It was the sneer, plus the note of mockery in his deep voice that angered her sufficiently to enable her to hold onto her sanity ... then, blessedly, his very penetration spread the sense-numbing salve until it covered the danger zone and her cunt was safely anesthetized from bottom to top.
As she found herself in full command of her own reactions, she blew a stray strand of toffee-blonde hair out of her eyes and settled down to winning the battle. Thus protected, Toni was able to revel in the delights of having herself so entirely filled with her brother's prick. The thick diameter that had so alarmed her at first frightened her no longer. She had contained him without damage, therefore she could contain him now without worry.
Truly, Lard's was a beautiful prick ... nor did he merely use it like a crude bludgeon as did so many other men blessed with an organ capable of drawing unusually rich reactions from the females they fucked. He was subtle as well as powerful, measuring his response to his partners with a blend of gentleness and the threat of brutality, only occasionally fulfilled, guaranteed to give the utmost in gratification to any female he sank his shaft into. His control of his tremendous dong was another big plus factor, enabling him to penetrate only as far as was safe ... or as far as his partner desired.
Toni felt her nipples stiffen until they ached and had to acknowledge once again that the fact her brother was fucking her added plenty of spice to the wooing. She had felt the same extra-stimulus during Studs' deception ... and the fact that her brother was the king of men in man's most important department gave the fillip of pride to her reactions.
Even with her cunt numbed by the analgesic, she was getting a whale of a bang out of this bang. Having control, she concentrated on playing a few of her own tricks. It was difficult to contract cunt muscles already stretched tight, but she managed it after a few false tries and sent ripples of tightness up and down her tunnel, ripples that extracted a series of grunts from her usually impassive brother.
She tightened again ... and again ... and again ... and all at once, that great phallus was bucking inside her like a giant broomstick suddenly come to life. Massive paws gripped her buttocks and planted her so firmly around the root of his prick that she felt as if their tenderest, most intimate portions had been fused into a single fucking piece.
Then Lard was shooting bolts of semen into her womb like bullets from a repeating rifle, and she became all liquid inside. If her answering orgasm was low-keyed as a result of her de-sensitization, it was nonetheless a lovely set of sensations to revel in. His hands left her rump and rose to her aching boobs whose discomfort he assuaged with lips and tongue as she presented them to him, one by one, and he sucked them until she actually came, once for each tit.
She thought, with a trace of panic invading her pleasure, that she should have rubbed them as well with the deadening salve. She was actually forced to grip her full lower lip with her teeth when he repeated the boob-sucking bit, so deep was her response to titillation of what were, normally, secondary erogenous zones.
Then he lowered his hands, slid one around under her rump and into her crotch, and began massaging her arsehole with his big middle finger ... while with the other he did a digital dance on her clit. Really in panic, she tried to push this hand away from her button, but she might as well have been trying to remove a steel girder with a flyswatter.
Such excitations, coupled to the great shaft that seemed to her to be impaling her from crotch to larynx, were too much for Toni's hitherto iron control over her reactions. It became quickly evident that Studs' use of his prick to line her hole with the analgesic had, due to the folds of flesh surrounding it, manifestly failed to grease her clit. Nor had it reached the sensitive area surrounding her arsehole.
The resulting reaction was just what she had tried so hard to prevent ... Toni exploded in an orgasm whose like she had never felt before in all of her exceedingly active sex life. If her hole itself remained relatively quiescent, everything else went up in a series of gigantic explosions ... and that thick dick pressing her cunt walls outward against everything else in her body more than made up for the lack of feeling in her vagina.
As voluptuous rapture overwhelmed her, Toni suddenly ceased to care anymore as to which of them won this fucking battle she had undertaken. All that mattered was that she was feeling more wildly wonderful than she had ever felt before ... and that this marvelous man she loved so much was granting her such incredible delights.
Her senses swam and then slowly heightened as the flow of semen and sex sap in her hole washed the last traces of her security out through her hole. She was slamming her rump up and down on his loins now, as liard as she could slam it ... flattening her torso until her tits squashed against his well-upholstered chest ... rocking and rolling and seeking his lips with her own through the tangle of her long toffee-hued hair. Her brother's tongue was waiting for her and plunged into her mouth. At the same instant, he drove three big fingers up into her arsehole, pushing the top of his dong hard against her clit from behind ... and she could only gasp and hang on while her creaming cunt went into a wild uncontrollable war dance of its own.
How long it lasted, she was never to know ... but it seemed to last an incredibly tumultuous, incredibly wild, incredibly flesh-filled forever. At first, all Toni could feel was the completeness of her brother's possession of her, body and soul ... and Toni was a woman who had been possessed, at least partially, by past masters of the art of physical lovemaking.
But then, as their fused bodies continued to roll and rock and clutch and fuck, fuck, fuck ... she became aware of something else through the chiming raptures that engulfed all her senses. It came slowly at first, then with more and more insistence ... the realization that she, Toni, was possessing her brother as fully as he was possessing her.
Then all thought of possessing or being possessed faded in its turn, and their thrashing bodies really were a single whole; a unity whose major parts were so instinctively in tune with each other that they seemed to know in advance what the other's fucking piece proposed.
Then their whole world became their genitals as, without holdback or any sort of conscious control, their climactic orgasms slowly began to build within the sweet prison of their flesh, then came faster ... and faster ... and stronger ... and stronger ... and sweeter ... and sweeter ... until, in a wild surge of spirit and semen and sex sap, they came and his sperm was ejaculated deep in her core while her own rich fluids flowed from her invisible glands of clit and vagina like a river that would never dry up.
As awareness returned to Toni, she discovered with surprise that she was lying underneath her huge brother, not minding the full crushing weight of his body at all. Rather, the crushed sensations it sent through her quivering flesh added to the easy afterplay, as it had already, unbeknownst to her, added to the rapture of the fucking itself.
He remained in her all but motionless, until at last her afterclimax had subsided. Then, seeming to sense without her prompting him in any way, that she was all right, he slowly retracted his prick, letting it dwindle within her hole until it withdrew of itself. She lay on her back, utterly spent, her body greased with sweat and pussy juice, her knees up, her thighs wide apart, her well-creamed cunt utterly open and exposed.
Using a massive hand to massage her near nipple with unexpected delicacy, Lard said, "I suppose Studs has already told you."
"When did you know I knew?"
He smiled and traced a ring in the sweat around her navel with his forefinger, then said, "I was pretty sure when you came out and challenged me. After all, if you thought you were Studs' sister and were running the show and had already taken my measure the way you did at the office, you had to have some other reason to want to risk your advantage ... and what other reason could you have, beautiful little sister?"
"You're my brother ... remember?"
He extended his prick and said, "When you say that, smile..."
"Okay, okay," she said. "When were you sure I knew about us?"
"When that stuff you had in your cunt numbed my dick right after I came in you the first time ... remember, that stuff works both ways."
"My God!" she cried, dismayed. "And I'm supposed to be a pretty smart girl."
"You are, darling ... I'm very proud of you."
"And I of you, darling," she replied, offering her lips and tongue for a sweat-salted kiss. "And don't be hard on Studs ... he only told me after he realized that he couldn't do for me what you could." She sat up, rubbing caked sweat from under her beautiful boobs, saying, "My God, Lard, our parents must have been something. What was Mother like?"
"Something," he replied. "A swinger. A bit rubbed off around the edges, of course ... but a lot of woman."
"More than I am?"
He pretended to be weighing the matter, then grinned and shook his head, said, "Nobody's more woman than you are, Sis. Shit, nobody could be."
"I don't have to tell you," she said, smiling happily, "you wear yours right out in front of you, twenty-four hours a day."
"Don't knock it," said Lard.
"Who's knocking it?" She caressed his still-damp dong with loving fingers. Then, "Do you remember anything about our father, Lard?"
"Only that he's a big swinger, too. I've been wondering about meeting him somehow. Funny how somebody like you or me can go along for years and not care ... and then, all of a sudden, you want to know who you are ... who your family is."
"I'm curious now," said Toni glancing over at Studs and Green Jade. She grabbed hold of him and hollered, "Jesus, look at them go!"
The other couple were fucking in a curious fashion. The Asian beauty had seated herself on a dressing table with her back to the mirror and her cunt well forward toward the table's edge. Studs was screwing her standing up, his buttocks dimpling each time he thrust his prick forward and upward into her dancing hole. Green Jade held him close against her plunging belly and tits while her lovely exotic eyes looked at them over his left shoulder. When she saw that they were watching, she put her busy bottom into a set of extravagant bumps and grinds, then winked at them slowly and lifted one hand to wave.
Lard said, "There's a lot of woman, too."
"You can say that again ... look at her go!"
They were silent a moment, watching the action. Then Lard said, "Well, Toni where do we go from here?"
"Right now, we take a shower," she told him, rising briskly. "Then we go to bed until we fuck each other out. Then we really go to work on the Hills' party ... because, I've just decided, we're going to be the show!"
