I moved out to Compton, just on the fringe of Watts, right after I turned twenty-one. I was tired of living at home with my big family in Detroit, so moved West, hearing that I'd find a lot of adventure.
The first thing I needed to find was a job. With my eye-popping 38-22-37 measurements it wasn't hard. I landed a job at the grooviest topless bar in the area, a place where mostly black boys drank but white boys came to as well. After all, they've been hearing how wild us soul girls are in bed, so they wanted some of that action.
At first it really gave me a thrill to watch those guys out there get mammoth hard-ons while I went through the paces, wiggling my tits and ass
in just the right way necessary to turn them on. My bronze skin would start glistening from the combination of the powerful lights above the platform and the sweat they produced and you could see those guys shifting like crazy in their places, just wishing that they could stick their black or white peckers into my pussy.
After a few weeks went by I started feeling a little different about my job. Even though I was nailing down pretty good bread and living in a swinging apartment with a groovy stereo where I could play Aretha Franklin to my heart's content, the job was really starting to bore me. I turned so many of those guys on that I started feeling sorry for them. I felt like I was cheating them or something by not going all the way with them.
The thing I really didn't like was the rush act these guys put on me. They were all hot to get into my pants, and I knew damned well I couldn't start saying yes around there very often or I was in trouble. I'd have a prick inside me twenty-four hours a day seven days a week if I let them have their way.
Even though there were a few real swinging cats that came in there, guys I would have loved to go out with and get fucked by, I was afraid to say yes. For one thing my boss told me not to go with guys who came in the joint, since it would only cause resentment and jealously among the guys I didn't go with.
One night Eva, one of the girls who danced there, came up to me just as we were both getting ready to go off duty. We had been sharing the plat- form for the better part of four hours, giving the horny cats all the ass and tits they could ask for.
"Think you could help me out of a bind, Carolyn?" she started off by asking.
"What's the problem?" I looked at her curiously.
"Well, I've got me a date with Teddy, a sailor friend of mine from way back. We're goin' to a party over on Hoover Street. It'll be a gas. Teddy's got a good looking sailor friend he wants me to find a date for. I was just wondering if you were doin' anything. If not you're invited to come along. It'd do you some good."
"I did have something planned."
"I'm not trying to twist your arm," she cautioned.
I didn't have to guts to tell her what the something was I had planned. It was a Saturday night and all I had going for me was a evening of television watching, but my ego told me to pretend that it was something more important.
"Maybe I could break this other date off," I finally said.
"I'm not trying to apply no pressure, honey."
"No, I know you're not. This party sounds interesting. If the guy's interesting too then I'll have a great time."
"We'll have a groovy time," she winked.
The three of them picked me up at my apartment a little after eight. Teddy was a carefree guy in his middle twenties with a cheerful little twinkle in his eye. I liked him right off. But his friend, a Naval officer no less was serious, the kind of guy that hardly ever cracked a smile. His name was Dave and it didn't take us long to find that we didn't have anything in common. He was good looking enough, and was a little older than Teddy, somewhere around thirty. But he'd been to college and was something of a snob. When he found out what I did for a living he gave me a funny little look which I didn't like. I got the point of what he was thinking.
"You know who's giving this party?" Teddy turned and asked me. He was driving and Dave and I were sitting in the back seat. I saw to it we kept a little distance.
"No," I replied. "The only thing I know is that it's on Hoover."
"Well, Carolyn, Bip Peters is giving it."
"The Bip Peters?"
"The one and only."
"That's great. I've got every one of his LPs." "He'll be entertaining tonight, and lots of important people'll be there." "Sounds great."
The party was held in Bip's agent's home, and there were all kinds of important black folks there. I recognized one guy, a prominent black politician from the LA area, who'd come into the bar a few times and had tried to put the make on me. I turned away every time he looked in my direction, 'cause I couldn't stand the creep.
I couldn't really stand my date either, even though I tried to make the best of a bad scene. The highlight of the first half hour was the rum and coke I had and the sounds of Bip Peters singing away at the piano. I requested my favorite song of his right off, and he was happy to do it for me.
When he stopped singing it meant I had to go back to talking with Dave, which was a bad scene since there wasn't that much to talk about.
All of a sudden something wonderful happened !
I saw a sexy, familiar face come striding in the front door. He was so tall he had to stoop a little in the doorway, and was wearing a super mod outfit that made him look all the sexier.
'Isn't that Cliff Phillips?" I asked Teddy, who seemed to know just about everybody there.
"Yeah, there's no way to mistake him," he nodded. "All seven feet, two inches of him."
He could hardly get by the squadron of excited women who were blocking his way as he entered the main body of the living room, where all the action was. The ones that were in close enough range would reach out and kiss him, while the others would just gawk and stare like they thought he was the only man in the world. I didn't blame them for thinking that way. I was thinking the same thing. He was tall and sleek, and walked with an air of majesty about him. He wore the sexiest goatee, and had a confident little grin on his face.
Somebody handed him a drink, which he sipped on as he worked his way through the crowd, talking to everybody who had something to say. He really had to fight his way away from the girls, who wanted to screw him so bad they could taste it. He knew how they felt and you could see that grin broaden every time one of them would make eyes at him.
The closer he got to us the hotter I got between my legs. I felt myself actually getting wet down there just from looking at him, which had never happened to me before. Usually it took more than just looking at a guy in his clothes. I had to be in bed and in the act before I'd get that turned on.
But then Cliff Phillips wasn't just any guy. He had hung up one of the most impressive records in the history of professional basketball, had made the biggest salary ever paid to one man, and had quit two years ago when he was still sensational. Unlike most star athletes he quit while he was on top.
I had always been a great fan of his and had read articles about him. I dreamed when I was a high school girl how it would be to meet him, and every time that his team played in Detroit I'd try and make it out to see him with some of my girl friends. We'd wind up watching him and swooning rather than looking at the game.
It was all coming back to me as I watched him heading nearer. Teddy, who knew him, was trying to get his attention, motioning for him to come over. He finally caught Teddy's eye and waved, nodding. My heart stopped. It meant I'd actually meet him! If only some of my friends from Detroit could see me now. How they'd envy me. He was even more handsome close up than he was from the seats at the arena where I watched him play. I remembered reading about him moving into a beautiful mansion in Beverly Hills right after he quit playing. And the phenomenal thing was he hadn't ever been married. I remembered how I'd look at his dangling cock, which was unbelievably huge rolling around in his basketball trunks. My girl friends would talk about his enormous size after the games, and giggle about it like little girls. I'd keep my mouth shut, but its size would keep flashing before me.
At long last he was standing just a few feet away from me. I detected Dave pouting out of the corner of my eye as I beamed a big happy smile when he arrived on the scene, grabbing Teddy's hand and pumping it gook and hard.
"Looks like that sea water's been agreeing with you," Cliff grinned a big toothy smile. "You're looking good and so are the women with you." When his eyes met mine I thought I'd fall through the floor with shock. I could tell by the way they froze for a few seconds that he dug me, and when I looked down between his legs and saw the hard outline of his huge penis I completely knew the score.
Teddy introduced all of us to Cliff. Dave was' cold. Even though we didn't get along it pissed him off to see me going for another guy and the other guy going for me.
"Speaking of looking good," Teddy said, "you look trim enough to still be playing basketball."
"I do play, just about every day. Hell, I've got me a full-sized gym just behind my recreation room."
"It pays to be rich," Teddy winked at the three of us.
"It never hurts," Cliff coolly nodded.
We talked casually for a few minutes, mostly about basketball and things in general. Then he excused himself to go off and join another group of people. I couldn't help letting out a sigh of disappointment when he left, which caused Dave to turn and flash me a dirty look.
Well, I'd gotten to meet him anyway, I thought and that was something. Maybe he had been hard but with a guy as sexy as he was that probably happened quite a bit.
Dave and I hardly said another word to each other rest of the party, which we left about an hour after Cliff had talked with us. We got a chance to say goodnight to Cliff on the way out.
"You look real groovy," he whispered in my ear at the door, which gave me a big lift. Maybe he was just messing with my mind, but I still liked it. His words sounded pretty good to me. Then we walked out of there and I felt downcast during the ride back to my apartment. We compounded the drudgery by stopping at a restaurant for a cup of coffee. Teddy and Eva were starting to feel uncomfortable about the way that Dave and I weren't getting along. It put a damper on things We drank our coffee and didn't even bother getting a refill.
As we rode toward my apartment I began to grow more and more melancholy. That big hunk o' man, that seven-foot-two dynamo, had crossed my path in a blaze of glory and left it just as fast. It really crushed me not to get to know him better. I felt so sad that I wished I hadn't gone to the party at all, that I had never met him.
Teddy pulled to a stop in front of my place. Dave went through the motions of being a gentleman by walking me to the front door. He was wearing a smug grin, delighting in my sorrow.
"Too bad your basketball hero's not gonna play joe stud for you," he chuckled derisively as he held the door open for me.
"Go to hell," I said in a choked voice.
"Same to you, toots," he said disgustedly, closing the door, turning on his heels, and striding off briskly.
I watched Teddy drive off, then took the key out of my purse and let myself into my apartment. I turned on the light and walked into the kitchen. I had a bottle of Vodka stored for special occasions -usually of extraordinary pleasure or depression. Right then I was in the second category. I tool it straight, marching back to the living room and sitting down in my favorite chair, the one that faced the street. It was a warm evening and I opened the window, letting a cool breeze trickle into the room.
I looked out into the dark night and watched the luminous procession of cars driving by. I felt depressed and alone, like there was nobody else in the world but me. For the first time since I came to Los Angeles I felt like going back home.
I took a long sip from the glass and kept staring blankly out that window, for no particular reason excepting it was something to do. I saw a car slow down and finally pull to a stop in front of the apartment building. It was a brand new black Lin- coin, one of the classiest looking cars I had ever seen. I wondered who owned it and why they were stopping in front of the apartment.
Then I thought I was seeing things. It looked like Cliff getting out of there and striding in those long steps toward the front door. At first I was convinced my mind was playing tricks on me, but the closer he got to the door the more I realized it was no mirage. It was handsome, sexy Cliff, and he was coming to see me!
I got up from the chair and walked slowly toward the front door. My knees were a little weak from the tense excitement of the moment. I could hardly believe what was happening. Maybe I had flipped out and was dreaming this. Maybe this towering figure was a hallucination.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door and gasped as I looked into his grinningly confident face. Instinctively I pushed my body forward and threw myself into his waiting arms.
"That's the kind of reception a guy really digs," he said softly.
"How'd you know where I lived?"
"That was easy enough," he laughed. "I called my old buddy Teddy aside and asked for your address. I could see you weren't making out with that stiff you were with."
"That's putting it mildly."
"So I figured you could use a little company."
"You can say that again," I swooned.
Our lips met in a moment of suspended bliss. I was breathless. He broke our kiss.
"Please come in," I finally thought to ask him.
holding the door open for him to enter. He had to stoop to get inside.
"Nice place you've got here."
"Thank you. How about a drink?"
"Fine."
"Vodka all right?"
"Anything you say is all right."
He took the vodka straight and gulped it down with one prodigious swish. I watched him with awe.
"Just needed a little something to wet my whistle," he explained. "Want another one?" "No, but I'll tell you what I could use." "What's that?"
"Just show me to the right room and you'll see."
I let him into the bedroom. I was erupting with excitement between my thighs, eager to have this giant Adonis make love to me. It was hard to believe that those dreams I'd nurtured when I was in high school were actually going to come true.
His huge fingers, which were so strong but gripped my arms so sensitively, guided me downward into the bed. Slowly, as he looked fervently into my eyes, he undressed me.
Cliff's hands touched me and I tingled. After he pulled off my dress he let his fingers work their way carefully inside my bra, where he played with my breasts, squeezing my nipples ever so gently. He had my body rotating with desire.
"Now I'll finish the job," he remarked casually, "get you down there in the buff. I wanna see all of you."
Off came my bra, and lastly, my panties. His first response on seeing my completely nude was to let his head drop between my legs and kiss my cunt several times. Feelings of electricity bolted through me when those passionate lips touched my vagina. It was really something. I was all wet down there, a development he was happy to see. His fingers worked around my hot snatch as my ass flipped from side to side.
"Damned but you're beautiful," he exclaimed. He had that same kind of hell-fire look in his eyes that I'd seen on the faces of so many of the guys who watched me dance. I had a beautiful body and was happy to draw favorable responses from guys I dug, and at that point I dug Cliff more than any man I'd ever met.
His hand crept up my leg, feeling my thigh gently, enjoying the body contact. He let his other hand work its way up to my breasts, where he grabbed hold of my left nipple and fondled it. His touch was so soft and warm, so wonderful, that it was like magic. I could feel the sparks all the way to my toes when he would touch my nipples.
Cliff's fingers caressed my crotch as he zeroed his mouth down toward mine. His tongue pushed its way through my teeth and into my mouth. He smoldered inside my mouth, letting his tongue unleash itself with speedy but effective strokes.
After driving me to the depths of passion with his controlled tongue movements, coupled with effective finger movements over my nipples, he released his tongue from my mouth and looked deeply into my eyes.
As he looked he reached his fingers down to his mammoth organ, by far the hugest hard-on I had ever seen. I remembered how, as a sexy high school girl, I had desired to look under those basketball shorts of his to see that hot dick. Well, it was a joy to behold, the sexiest object I'd ever fastened my eyes on.
He practically made me orgasm just watching him jerk on it as he moved his fingers up and down its huge base. The longer he jerked the wider the grin that spread across his face. He was extra proud of that big thing and I didn't blame him.
"You like the looks of that?" he asked.
"It's absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful thing about you."
"I think so too," he chuckled. "It's so big, in fact, that just certain women can take it. Can you handle it?"
"Just try me and see," I replied confidently.
"That's one of the things I liked about you right off. You're a pretty good-sized gal. I'm afraid to do it with some tiny little petite thing. I'm afraid I'd kill her if I did."
"Well you can do it with me anytime you want, baby."
"Thank you, doll." He ran his fingers over my face affectionately. "Now I wish you'd take this and play with it. I'd like to watch your fingers work over it."
I reached out and touched the immense dong. I delighted in its warm sparkling touch. I moved my fingers up and down it, all the way to the balls, which I squeezed and fondled.
"Oh, you really know how to make a guy feel ten feet tall," he said as I worked those fingers diligently. "That's it, keep up that steady rhythm, keep me excited."
I picked up the pace so well and started moving my fingers so rapidly that he was about ready to explode. His eyes closed and his breath started to heat up.
"Stop, baby, I don't wanna orgasm yet," he warned me.
I applied the brakes to the operation, removing my fingers from his rigid dick. He looked at me and smiled appreciatively.
"You've really got what it takes," he said.
"So does this," I looked down at his pecker. I kissed the nub end of it and smiled at him.
"That was a beautiful gesture."
Then his mouth closed in on mine once more and his tongue again pushed its way fervently through my teeth. I could feel his hot breath along with his saliva. It was glorious being so intimate with him, enjoying every beautiful tongue touch, and my cunt was so hot that I could hardly stand it.
He captured my tongue and started to suck on the end of it. It felt so good having him touch me like that. I thought back to when I was a young girl and saw that sleek handsome body of his out on a basketball court so many times. He had been adorable then and was even more adorable at the moment, now that I was sharing intimacies with his body.
His tongue was fantastic. It was both tender and sensitive, moving itself around in such a way that I derived benefit from every movement. Once he released his tongue from my mouth he became enchanted with my breasts. Since I had perfectly formed thirty-eights, smooth and firm, he wasn't the first man who had looked with great admiration on my tits, but he was the grooviest, and when he did it a feeling of pride swarmed through me that had never been there before. Oh, sure I'd feel some pride, but never did I swell like I was doing this particular second. The fantastic feeling swept through me, making me feel like a carefree little girl romping through the woods, but I was feeling the powerful emotions of a woman along with it. My cunt was tingling with excitement, waiting for more intimate contact.
My breasts jutted out so perfectly. My nipples crowned them so prettily. I was happy I had such beautiful breasts since it meant that he was impressed by them.
He lowered his face to them. I thought he was going to kiss them, but instead he let one feed into his mouth as his tongue flicked across the very nipple.
That tongue was so wonderful! He knew how to make every move the most erotic possible. He had excellent tongue control, letting his tongue work slowly but energetically while the storms of passion continued to build inside me.
Even the slightest movement of that tongue completely set me off in a state of high level excitement.
"I want you on my nipples," I finally cried out, unable to suppress the adventurous sensations within me any longer.
My aroused feelings put him into a state of greater arousal as his tongue started nibbling and biting on my nipples. His bites were love bites, erotic but never painful, the same as his nibbles.
While his tongue and teeth continued working their way around my tits and nipples his hands wound their way down to my cunt. His fingers worked like magic as they applied themselves to my snatch. I was getting wetter down there with every stimulating touch.
His fingers moved carefully yet swiftly, probing with maximum effectiveness as my breathing quickened under the torrent of excitement. He found the main key and concentrated on it. It lay in playing with my cunt in much the same way he had my nipples, by probing slowly and skillfully, working with determination.
He would work those fingers like magic, probing effectively for a number of strokes, then purposely slow up to nothing, I was lost in a sea of excitement and adventure, dying to get my cunt off, to release my warm juices.
Finally when he would insert his finger into my cunt I would assist him by pushing my body upward against his finger. It felt so good. I kept getting wetter and wetter, more and more excited with every touch.
Now he had me right where he wanted me, in a state of exhilarating passion. I grabbed wildly at his crotch. I reached out and pumped on his shaft. Now we were giving each other the same kind of wild and wonderful strokes as he went to work on my cunt and I went to work diligently on his prick.
His shaft flipped out into my hand, hard and immense, as I ran my finger up and down his shaft. It was so imposing and masculine, the perfect cock for a championship athlete and bulldog stud between the sheets. His cock was so imposing and masculine. I just had to have it inside me.
I brought it down and started rubbing the head of it against my thigh. I started thinking how wonderful and electric it would be to have it rubbing against my cunt nub.
"You think you can take that?" Cliff asked. "You think you can take that inside your snatch?"
"Yes, try and see. I want it," I gasped.
"That's great. That's just what I was building up to."
"Give it to me. I want it," I said with an air of impatience. The preliminaries had excited me so much that I was beside myself.
He looked down at my body. His expression was one of admiration, which made us even since I adored his body as well. I knew how much he wanted me, which made me swell with pride. This big handsome stud dug me as much as I dug him.
That prick stood out like a huge flag pole, so stiff and erect, so absolutely beautiful. It was stiff and my groin yearned for intimate contact with it, I spread my legs to accept him and he lowered himself down between my legs. His hand slid down between my legs and he played in my moist muff for a few minutes more, ever eager to push me to erotic heights before his dagger dong was fully unleashed.
I felt his hard prick as it scraped against my thigh en route to my moist cunt. It perched on the outer edge waiting for its weight to plunge eagerly into me.
My body tensed under the erotic impact of the moment and he began to suck my nipples again as he worked his way into the searing hole of passion that was ready to ignite before his very eyes.
He entered me extra carefully, taking greater precautions than other men who had fucked me did. It was understandable why. He was an extremely huge man with an almost unbelievably sized pecker, which meant that he had to resort to a certain degree of caution, particularly in the early stages of a screw. He was giving me a chance to build up gradually to him.
Gradually the soaring dick plunged deeper and deeper into me. It felt like the whole thing was in me, but actually only a portion of the head had found its way inside. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have the whole thing intact inside me, pushing its way around with surging effectiveness.
He was content to play it cool, to acclimate me slowly by steps, so for a few minutes he fucked me only that deep, just with a portion of his head inside me. But you know, I'd take that little bit of him, a passionately erotic man to the whole of most people. He had more to give in more ways than any man I had ever known and I was thrilling to his every touch, tingling to his powerful cock surges.
Finally he began stepping up the show, letting his fingers curl around my buttocks as he inserted more of his dong inside me. When he was all the way inside me a sharp, searing pain tore into me. I gasped and at first I thought I was gonna die. I recalled what he had said, that most women couldn't hold up under his potent onslaught. For the moment I thought that I was one of them. He was Mr. Super Cock and as sexy as I was, and as much as I loved having a stiff dick in me, I thought that I had met one man I was incapable of pleasing through my own inadequacies.
I gasped and writhed, feeling like somebody had cut through my vagina with some scissors. I wondered for the moment if I would ever be the same again, if I hadn't sustained a permanent injury from the entrance of his elongated penis.
Then he jarred me with several more powerful back and forth thrusts. Suddenly and miraculously the pain stopped. All of a sudden I started feeling better about the whole thing. It was as if that initial penetration was like losing my virginity a second time. I had to learn to stand up under the violent impact of the biggest cock I had ever seen, perhaps the biggest in captivity.
Pretty soon I forgot all about the pain. It was a thing of the past as that huge dong hammered at me for all it was worth, filling me with blinding passion. He would grunt every now and then before he'd undertake a nifty forward movement. Then he'd fill me with excitement as his prick worked its way around my snatch briskly and effectively.
The longer and more arduously he worked the deeper he penetrated inside my cunt. My snatch throbbed to his touch, getting warmer and warmer with every forward movement inside it.
"Oh, I want you, I want you bad," he gasped. "You're so tight, so great, oh, how my prick loves it."
"Kiss me," I begged.
"I'll shower you with kisses you'll never forget."
"Tell me more, baby."
"I'll do better than that. I'll show you more."
I puckered my lips, awaiting his kiss, but got fooled. He never arrived at my lips. Instead his lips dropped down to between my breasts. He licked, sucked, nibbled and bit at the voluptuous cleavage that separated them. Then he went to work all over again on my breasts and nipples, which he bit and nibbled on.
It felt like his cock was going all the way through me as he continued ripping away. Only now it was strictly fun, whereas earlier there had been pain involved. He kept that prick driving into me with a mad frenzy as he stabbed back and forth.
Finally, after he'd spent a good deal of time concentrating on my breasts, he let his lips plunge against mine. I was overcome with the swirling passions of his prick tearing the hell out of my cunt and his lips searing against mine. My legs trembled and my hips moved back and forth in perfect accompaniment to his brisk strides. He was moving ever closer to orgasm, stroke by stroke, gasp by gasp, kiss by kiss.
"Fuck me, go off in me," I announced, my cunt trembling with searing passion, alive with excitement.
His fingers squeezed my buttocks cheeks as his prick thundered forward, surging into the final stages of the screw.
"Now I'm really gonna give it to you," he said determinedly.
"Shoot your juices into me, I can't hold out anymore," I sighed. "I want you in me."
"Hand on, baby. I'm close, real close."
Just as my own juices were spilling he unleashed his hot load of semen inside me. As he shot he pulled me tightly against him, holding me close while his spilling cock was getting its ultimate kicks.
Our sweaty bodies collapsed next to each other after it was all over. Being fucked by him was like an experience from another world, just too much to believe. He was so big yet supple. His cock might have been huge, but that didn't mean he was any less a genius when it came to maneuvering it like a pro.
"How'd you like it?" he asked softly, running his fingers over my breasts and looking over at me.
"Too much," I shook my head.
"I broke you in. It hurt for awhile though, didn't it?"
"Yeah, it did."
"Was the pain worth it?"
"You bet. I'd accept it ten times if I had to, if it meant learning to love you in just the right way."
"That's the way I like to hear a beautiful girl talk."
It didn't take long before he was ready to start anew. He began by playing with my breasts, which aroused me all over again. He moved his head down and started using his teeth on my tits.
"That body of yours is delicious," he swooned.
"It's yours for the eating," I told him.
"I like your attitude."
"I like your tongue, dig in."
"You're too much, Carolyn baby."
His tongue worked its way down my body with thorough effectiveness. It flicked hotly at my breasts, then my stomach, finally winding up at my legs. He gave my thighs the once over as his tongue drove hotly, making me feel good all over.
Finally he focused on my muff, which was what I was sure he was working his way toward. His tongue was so warm and smooth the way that it worked around my cunt. He took my little cunt nipple between his teeth and bit into it lightly.
My body spasmed to his touch. A gleam came across his face as he realized how much my cunt liked his movements. That stiff tongue of his finally worked its way into the inner lips of my cunt. I rolled my hips to accommodate his spirited movements. Everything was soft and wonderful. I was all sighs, my body a hotbed of exhilarating excitement.
I lifted my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders so that I could shove my cunt into his face. As he sucked faithfully on my aroused clit I could feel his chin digging itself into my cunt.
His tongue finally slid its way inside my hot snatch, feeling like a snake sneaking its way inside an opening. It slithered all around the edges of my hole and then shoved into me as far as it could go. He clamped his mouth on me and began to suck.
The feeling was great and I shoved myself against him as hard as I could. He went back to my clit and bit it over and over again. He moved with a stimulating, steady rhythm. No wonder. He was a whiz in a basketball uniform and exhibited all kinds of beautiful rhythm then, so it was only natural that it would carry over into the art of lovemaking.
I shoved myself hard against him, encouraging his brisk movements with every shake of my hips.
"Lick me, baby, suck me dry," I gasped hoarsely, my entire body trembling noticeably with his movements.
He returned to my clit and bit it several times more. He had gotten a rhythm going, almost like chattering his teeth, and he was carrying my body right along with it. I was going out of my mind from the impetus of his movements.
"Suck me, suck me," I cried out in a loud voice. Cliff had truly liberated me with his fucking and sucking. He had made me forget everything except the act of lovemaking, and what could be more wonderful than to lose yourself in a stimulating fuck or suck?
The electricity vibrated through my body at such an alarming rate that I could hardly stand it. It was like I was all set to become unglued in- side. He grabbed me and locked his arms around me as he continued working his tongue fervently forward, pushing me closer to orgasm.
"I'm gonna gush inside you," I proclaimed.
It made him suck all the faster. I quickly made good on my promise as several strokes later I felt the hot juice shooting out of me. I watched his tongue go eagerly to work finishing the job that he had performed so spectacularly.
"You're a great suck," he smiled "Where'd you learn to move your tongue around like that?"
"I've sucked me a few pussies in my day."
"I'll bet you have."
"But the one I just sucked was the sweetest of all."
"Oh, somebody pinch me and tell me I'm really awake," I threw my head back and laughed happily- Why do you say that?"
"Because you're too good to be true. I used to dream about you when I was in high school. You were so handsome and I used to admire you so."
"I suggest we stop talking about me."
"What's wrong with talking about you?"
"I'm conceited enough already with all the successes I've had in bed and out," he grinned. "Don't make things any worse."
There was no way that I was gonna make anything worse. I was only concerned about making things better, of getting to know Cliff as well as I possibly could. Of course now I knew him as intimately as I possibly could. He had fucked me, then gone down on my box until I shot. But I felt like I wouldn't have really arrived until he fucked me more times, until he decided he wanted to go with me regularly.
I knew that there was loads of competition from all kinds of cute little foxes for his attention. I was feeling lucky to have had him even once, but remained determined to make fucking with him a steady thing in his life, something that would come as natural to him as brushing his teeth in the morning while being a lot more exciting.
"I've gotta be leaving now," he told me.
"Why don't you stay all night with me? Keep me company till morning. I'll even fix you breakfast."
"I'd like to, honey, but the temptation would be too great. I've got to get some sleep. I've got a business appointment in the morning."
"On Sunday?"
"Oh yeah. It's not that unusual for me."
I lay there in bed looking at him as he dressed. He planted a tender goodnight kiss on my lips, then left, not saying another word. I didn't get up and turn off the light until he had been gone fifteen minutes. I was content to just lie back and dream for all that time.
CHAPTER TWO
He stood before me with a triumphant smile on his face, stark naked with his fingers fondling his cock and nuts.
"How do you like this? How do you like my size?" he asked me.
"It just couldn't look any better," I told him flatly.
"Glad you think that way," he nodded.
I had huge cocks coming at me from all sides in that super bedroom of his with the heart-shaped bed draped in red, the biggest bed I have ever seen to go along with the biggest cock I ever saw.
The huge cocks all belonged to one man-Cliff. His bedroom was like a hall of mirrors, with scads of them circulated all over so that anybody he SO happened to be laying could get a perfect view of things, along with him. It was like those dongs were all about to descend on me at one time, to engulf me totally.
It was so big and strong, just like a giant dagger ready to stab like crazy. The evening had been enchanting and the only problem was that everything passed so quickly that memories were fragmentary.
Cliff had shown up at my house unexpectedly a few minutes past six, just after I had gotten home from the bar. He came in just as I was starting to prepare dinner.
"Would you like to stay for supper?" I asked.
"No. Forget about fixing it. I've got something planned for us. I'm taking you out."
"You're so sweet," I grinned.
He took me to Senor Pico's, an excellent Mexican restaurant in Century City. A good meal coupled with several Margueritas put me very much in the mood for lovemaking.
On the ride back to his place in Beverly Hills not far away he would lean over and stroke my thigh every time he had to stop for a red light. He had a stereo record player in his front seat that gave me great fun as I selected my favorite records and let them play.
As for his house, it was just too much, like a castle fit for a king, which was exactly what he was as far as I was concerned. He took me through a quick tour of the place, which seemed to have about anything anybody could ever desire. There were several recreation rooms, one for playing pool, another with a whirlpool and sauna. He showed me his regulation-sized basketball court and his putting green in the backyard, along with a twenty by forty swimming pool.
The longer we spent looking around at things the fidgetier I noticed him becoming. Finally he blurted: "Let me show you the bedroom." "You sound awful anxious." "Yeah, I feel ten times more anxious that I sound."
Cliff illustrated his point amply by letting his fingers roam down to his cock, the outline of which looked so impressive resting against his pants. He loosened his belt and reached inside, jerking a few times while I stood there getting hot by his example.
He had a way of making his point, and I accompanied him quickly into the bedroom as he continued stroking his cock. The first thing he showed me when we got inside the room was a huge painting of himself resting in the middle of it. He was naked, looking his most handsome, and sporting a huge hard-on.
"My favorite picture of myself," he grinned, pulling off his pants.
"Why's that?" I smiled.
"It's so expressive. After all, a picture's worth a thousand words, isn't it?"
"I suppose so. Especially one like that." "I dig."
Watching him get out of his clothes inspired me to do the same. Speedily I pulled off my dress, then my panties and bra. Then I sprawled out into that huge, wonderfully soft bed.
That's where we came in, with Cliff pumping proudly on his stiff organ. It was standing out there so proud and handsome and tall. I couldn't help but admire it.
It was an instrument that was inspiring, so warm and smooth. I was hypnotized by it, right down to the prominent veins that were jutting out at me. I loved Cliff and his big dick. They were both carrying me into a wondrous never-never land that I'd never visited before. Sex with others was just fucking, but with Cliff it was a happening, a glorious happening that made me feel like a lightheaded little girl when I was under his magnetic spell.
"You think you could blow this?" he asked. He wasn't kidding me. That would have to be some kind of challenge, since it was so mammoth. But challenges I loved, particularly when posed by Cliff.
"I know I could blow that and give it thrills like it never had before," I looked at him and said calmly.
"You sound pretty determined." "I sound it because I am."
"Okay, I'm gonna give you a chance to prove your point."
He lowered his body slowly into bed with me, spreading his legs widely and sitting up on his ass, continuing to pump on his prick nimbly, getting me so turned on that I could already taste his stuff, even before I'd gone into the act of sucking.
His fingers reached out and toyed with my clit. He was no fool. He knew what to do to insure me of getting hot. When my head moved forward toward his prick he removed his fingers from my clit, watching me with wide-eyed interest.
"Go down on it, suck it, sweetheart," he whispered sexily.
Those sexy words stimulated me all the more as my pulse pounded and my eyes focused on his huge organ. I let my tongue slide around the very tip of it, moving it slowly, letting the tempo build and allowing him to heat up all the more.
"You're really tickling it," he gasped. "I love its feel."
I reached out and tantalyzed his balls with slow, probing movements, generating increasing excitement inside him with every touch. Then I let my tongue attack the entire length of his big stick, running slowly up and down it, savoring every movement.
"Suck me off," he said hoarsely, "go down on that stick."
As I started pumping faster his legs started to vibrate to my very touch. The same kind of chemistry that was burning inside me was going on inside Cliff's aroused form.
As his dick got so hard and excited that he could barely contain himself, Cliff pushed his body forward into a higher sitting position. Soon his huge frame was resting above me, with his cock pointing down at me like a huge bomb getting ready to fall.
It looked as explosive as any bomb, and I was certain that its liquid content would be on the astounding side. He lowered it slowly but surely into my mouth, letting a little bit slide in it a time.
I'd heard about throat-fucking from girls that I'd known in Detroit, girls who had been a lot more daring than I ever had. As for me, I'd never been throat-fucked or sodomized, while lots of girls I'd known had done a good deal of each.
I wasn't about to stop him. I liked him too much for that. In addition, I was carried away under the thrills of the moment, with that huge instrument easing its way inside my mouth.
"Close those lips all the way, baby," he cautioned.
I did. It made for a lot tighter fit as that prick moved around inside. He kept easing more and more of it in there, letting his hips flail and rotate back and forth with every touch.
Pretty soon he was engulfing me, shoving that big prick into me with great authority as my teeth gnawed on his warm instrument. Naturally I couldn't speak. All I could do was grunt a little, and even that was hard. He drove his cock so deep inside me that for a while I wondered if I'd even be able to breath when he got through.
He timed his thrusts superbly, acting with maximum effectiveness, drilling me with his pumping efforts. Every now and then he'd pull back a little, then he'd return with a passion, driving himself furiously as he rocked and swayed.
"Oh, damn, that feels so good," he gasped. "I'm tickling all over. Those balls are so hot they feel like they're gonna blow up. Oh, ahhhh, that's so good, I love that mouth. That's it, let those teeth nibble a little. I like that feeling."
Every now and then I would close my eyes and concentrate on the feelings that were swirling through me. Every charge took on a series of different glittering sensations, sensations which exceeded those that had come before.
I started wondering about how mammoth that load would be. I opened my eyes and peered at his balls, which looked considerably larger than they had been when we started.
The balls looked so delicious that I reached out and ran my fingers up and down them. The extra impetus of my fingers massaging his balls caused the smile on his face to broaden and his cock to surge forward with even greater strength.
"I love that, baby, keep it up, I dig the action," he sighed. "Ahhh, ooohhhh. right on, baby, right on."
I kept right on, increasing the rhythmic flow of my fingers movements while his cock continued driving itself relentlessly inside my mouth. He was an expert at timing his strokes. Several times it appeared that he was ready to pull his trigger, but he stopped just short of orgasm, preferring to slow things down.
He kept stabbing and hammering, then varying his movements, slowing down for a time. But finally the pattern was altered and he moved consistently faster, ramming his prick into me as rapidly and as deeply as he could. His self-generating heat accelerated with each succeeding stab as he gasped and writhed, his cock preparing to explode.
"Oh, I'm almost there, baby, just hand on and I'll give you a real mouthful of cum," he exclaimed loudly, getting carried away under the swift impulses of his action.
Then the sonic blast came. It was like a bomb explosion with all the trimmings. As Cliff let out one long, pronounced sigh the soaring white semen spilled profusely out of the end of his prick. It flooded me from all sides. It was like a fire plug had exploded inside my mouth.
At first I was able to catch most of what spurted out, but finally it became too much for me. The profusion was too much for any one mouth, even a mouth as determined as mine. The juice spilled out both sides, running down the sides of my face and on to the sheets.
It splashed like crazy, and I started coughing under the surest of the moment, trying vainly to salvage all of his superhuman load, catching much, but also losing a great deal.
"Catch it all, baby, hang in there," Cliff encouraged.
I did, through fervent determination, manage to salvage most of his huge load, although I would up losing some through coughing.
"When you shoot it's like an ocean overwhelming you," I finally shood my head and revealed.
"I've got a big cock and there's a lot in there," he laughed.
"Tell me all about it."
"I don't need to tell. I showed you."
"That you did."
The experience took a lot out of me. It drained me both physically and emotionally. Having that huge cock ramming itself inside my mouth that long, followed by the pressures of floodgates releasing in the form of hot white juice, left me feeling on the ragged side.
Cliff, who was shrewd at picking up on things, recognized my condition and decided to leave me alone. He tiptoed out of the room and next thing I knew I was asleep on that huge soft bed. I think that the many drinks I'd had prior to sex also contributed to my feeling. I wasn't that used to drinking to begin with.
I don't know exactly how long I slept there. It was probably around an hour. All I do know is that I woke up in a strange situation. Somebody was lapping away at my cunt. It felt good to awaken atingle, with my cunt tickling deliciously.
Naturally I had every reason to believe that it was Cliff who was licking at it, even though the movements seemed a little different than the ones he'd applied before. But maybe this was nothing more than a variation of what he'd done earlier.
But it wasn't Cliff at all. I was amazed to open my eyes and see the handsomest looking Great Dane I had ever seen slurping back and forth at my snatch.
At first I was afraid, pushing my body back slightly as my hands and legs trembled. Standing a few feet behind the Great Dane was none other than Cliff, who smiled brightly.
"Don't be afraid of Hans," Cliff said. "He's just having himself a little fun. He likes to lick slits, particularly when the women are really built, like you are."
"He doesn't bite?"
"Nah, he wouldn't bite you. He'd just fuck you."
"I never knew you had a dog."
"I've got a whole kennel full of animals just behind the gym. I didn't get a chance to show you them earlier. When you are asleep I thought I'd go back and feed the animals. Hans here was good and homey. I knew he needed a good fuck and I was sure he'd dig you. I can see how right I was."
"But how do you know I'd like to fuck with him?"
"Don't you? Looks to me like you're enjoying his tongue action."
"I guess I am. It's just that I'm not used to screwing with dogs. It seems so weird."
"Hell, that's just cause you never tried it before. I've seen other women I know in this same position. All it takes is a little action from the right dog and they find out what they've been missing."
"You're quite an apologist for dog fucking."
"Why shouldn't I be?" he shrugged. "It's a way of bringing pleasure to people's bodies and it doesn't hurt anyone. That's all you've really got to ask, baby. So just settle back and enjoy yourself."
I decided I should take him at his word, particularly since Hans was doing such an excellent job of taking care of my cunt. That tongue, which was so long and fine, kept splashing away at all sides of my moist mound, sending a wide range of thrills swirling through me. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, settled back, and enjoyed his action.
"That's it, just relax and let Hans take over," Cliff said. He was still standing behind Hans, and I couldn't help getting hotter when I observed how quickly his prick was hardening. Watching Hans go down on me was apparently having quite an effect. As Cliff's cock hardened he ran his fingers over it, jerking up and down while he watched Hans sucking me off The more aroused Cliff became, the more anxious he was to see to it that Hans gave me every thrill of which he was capable.
"Go to work on her asshole, Hans," he called briskly to the aggressive Great Dane.
The magic word "asshole" triggered Hans to great heights. His head dropped quickly from my cunt, which he had so thoroughly sucked, drawing the passions out of me, to my asshole. His tongue flew frenziedly inside me. I closed my eyes momentarily and basked in the stimulating sensations he was providing.
"Oh, you're too much, baby," I sighed. "This is too much. Give it to me, Hans, I love it."
"I knew you two'd dig each other," Cliff laughed.
After his tongue had darted like fire inside my ass for awhile, he let it shoot back to my cunt. Back and forth it slid as the fires inside me were ignited ever so strongly.
Never had I imagined that a dog was capable of instilling the fantastic variety of thrills in me that Hans could. He had my ass sallying from side to side in dramatic reaction to his hot movements. Now that he had me warmed up I knew my cunt couldn't hold out for long. I knew that I'd be shooting fast.
"Suck it all out of her," Cliff called. "Suck that cunt clean. Suck every drop of it out."
Not only did I shoot once, I fired off three times in rapid succession, gasping and sighing and swaying for all I was worth. It was wonderful having a long sexy red tongue like Hans' peppering away for all that it was worth.
"Go back to her asshole, Hans," Cliff called out after I had shot for the third time.
Hans reacted quickly, moving his tongue effectively around over my hot ass, seeing to it that I remained as hot as before. I thought that Cliff wanted me to get in a little variety and nothing more before sending Hans back to my cunt again. But he had something different in mind.
"Okay, now go after her cunt," Cliff finally said.
I naturally figured that I'd get another thorough tonguing, but it didn't turn out that way. I felt his hot cock for the first time as he tried to penetrate me.
"I'll help out," Cliff grinned, walking over to us.
Cliff aided Hans in shoving that huge dick inside me.
"I don't know if I like that," I protested.
"Why not? It's a blast." "I'm not used to that. I don't think it's right." "Ah c'mon, you said the same thing about the sucking."
"But that's different."
"Like hell it is. It's all sex baby. It's what's happening. That's all there is."
The more I thought about what he said the more that I realized he made sense. If Hans could provide me with such great stimulation sticking his tongue up my box then it was perfectly conceivable he could do the same thing by shoving his dong into me.
Besides, by that time I was beginning to feel stimulated by the scope of his movements. That big cock was starting to feel inviting.
"Okay, Hans, sock it to her," Cliff instructed, patting the dog on its behind for good measure.
Hans lunged forward. That big dong locked inside me. I heaved a sigh, spread my legs, and got ready for the fireworks, which came soon enough aplenty. Back and forth that spear-like dick sallied, filling my cunt with stimulating thrills.
"Can he ever fuck," I gasped.
"Sure he can," Cliff laughed. "He's a great screw. I wouldn't let you settle for second best."
His movements were brisk and precise, so much better than most of the men who had fucked me that there was no comparison. In fact, offhand the only man I could think, of who compared favorably with Hans' virile progress was Cliff.
I was amazed at Hans' size and the way he put it to constructive use, drilling me repeatedly with his efforts. With every sharp, piercing stab the urges inside me grew.
"Turn it all loose, Hans," Cliff said.
And that was precisely he did, drilling me with several more penetrating stabs until he unleashed his juices inside my hot snatch. I shot myself during the fantastic culmination.
Once more I had to lay back and rest for a few moments, to collect my thoughts after a brilliant siege of screwing. Cliff called out to Hans in a loud, clear voice as he stood in the doorway, moving off.
Hans ran toward him briskly as Cliff led him out of the room. I heard a door close, figuring that Cliff was leading him back to the kennel. It was a good thing there was a high wall extending all the way around Cliff's mansion. That way nobody was liable to see him running around there in the yard naked.
A few seconds later Cliff came back into the room. That cock of his was still good and hard.
"How about letting me get a little satisfaction," he pointed down toward his hard rod.
"You can turn that pecker loose on me anytime."
"That's the spirit. I just knew I'd dig you right from the beginning."
He walked over to a dresser table and picked up a jar of Mentholatum, which he opened.
"What's that for?" I asked as he walked toward me. I was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, awaiting his charge.
"Just a little lubrication."
"What do I need lubrication for?" "Just a precautionary measure, baby. Nothing more."
I watched him with great interest as he applied the Mentholatum carefully over my asshole. As he was finished carefully applying the Mentholatum to my asshole a thought dawned on me. Cliff had been the first man to throat-fuck me. Apparently now he was seeking to become the first man ever to sodomize me.
"Be careful with that," I cautioned. "I've never had it there before."
"I'll break you in nice and slow."
The thing that made me a little fearful was his stupendous size. I envisioned him cramming that huge pecker so high into me that I'd be ready to burst.
He made good on his claim, starting out gradually, working effectively forward at a slow clip. His finger gripped my ass cheeks and his hard dick moved forward slowly but mightily. At first he shoved just a little bit of his prick into me. He was letting things build gradually, just like he had when he'd fucked me the other ways. This remained the only daring thing we hadn't tried. So naturally all inhibitions in that direction just had to go as far as he was concerned.
With each push he'd add a little steam to his screwing movements. In and out his prick would shove. At first his movements hurt a little, but by and by I got so I not only could take them, but actually began enjoying them, just like I'd enjoyed it with him doing it every other way.
Finally he fitted that big phallus into me as far as it would go, thrusting back and forth while he slapped my ass cheeks for added impact. He drove himself forcefully as the prick punished me at first, just like it had at other stages of the fuck. But even when it hurt the whole act was so erotic that I enjoyed it.
He drilled me until he shot his wad. It felt groovy having that warm juice spray my asshole. Now I was able to relax again.
"Well, I guess we've had ourselves about as many kicks as any two people could," he winked.
"Guess so."
"Now I'd like to change the subject. I'd like to talk about business with you." "What kind of business?" He settled back and began his incredible story.
CHAPTER THREE
Cliff never ceased amazing me. I got a big earful the next day when he took me into his kennel for the first time. I had stayed the night with him at his suggestion, and he had taken me into the kennel to show me something.
He walked over to a tiny pen where there were some squawking chickens. He picked up one of them. It squawked a little and fluttered its wings, but Cliff soon quieted it down.
Once he quieted it down he placed the chicken on a tiny table. Then to my amazement he unzipped his fly and let his hard peter fall out.
"Great God," I gasped.
"That's right, baby," he nodded. "I'm gonna fuck this chicken."
"I'll swear. You'll do anything." "Just about everything," he shrugged nonchalantly.
Cliff gasped and sputtered for a few seconds, even cursing aloud once or twice, as his cock tried to find the range inside the female chicken's cunt. Once he got inside Cliff's face lit up.
"Damned but she's hot. Just ready for a good screw," he chortled.
Naturally he could only get in a portion of the way, with his huge size and all, but his cock was fat enough to where it provided a good fit for part of his vast instrument.
"Oh, she's ready for it, I picked me a good one," Cliff nodded.
His asshole started wiggling fervently as the prick moved around inside her. She squawked a little, but the longer he fucked her the more the squawks seemed to disappear.
"Oh, those feathers, they're tickling my balls," he gasped. "I love that feeling. It's great, oh, what a sensation, I love it, I love it."
He pulled the chicken up and down on his huge cock, his face contorting as he experienced the pleasurable sensations. As he pulled up and down on his cock the chicken moved up and down with her wet pussy. It was all so alien to me that I could hardly believe what I was seeing. There he was, the sexiest and most handsome man I'd ever seen, the man in my life who meant more than anybody, and he was putting that beautiful cock to work on a chicken's pussy.
"Oh, these tickling sensations are too much," he gasped. "I can't hold out much longer, I absolutely can't. I've just got to shoot, I've just got to. Oh, here it comes, I've gotta cream, oooooooohhhhhhhhh."
Cliff, who was out of breath for the moment after a brief but eventful fuck, picked up the chicken and carried it back to the cage. There was a tiny grin of accomplishment on his face.
"So how'd you like that?" he asked, walking back to me.
"It was different."
"Well, you remember what we started talking about last night? After we finished our fucking."
"Yes, you said something about having a job possibility. You told me you'd tell me more later. I'm curious. What was all that about?"
"Now's the perfect time to tell you," he nodded, looking around at the animals. "I told you about the job. Now I'm ready to make a flat offer. I really dig you and I'd love to have you on my team."
"Okay. Go on."
"What are you making in that dancing job you've got now?"
"Oh, they do pretty well by me. My salary's a little under two hundred a week, but with tips and a little bit of overtime I'm always at the two hundred mark or over, Pretty good bread."
"Not as good as the bread I'm gonna offer you," he told me confidently. "I'll start you at three hundred, with options to move you up to more a month later."
"To do what?" My curiosity was really aroused now. I liked him very much and would like being away from the atmosphere of that bar anyway, even though I was enough of a business strategist not to tell him so.
"To be in show business," his grin broadened.
"What kind of show business?"
"We entertain guys in stag shows," he explained.
"Hell, that's what I'm doing how."
"No, baby," he shook his head. "All you're doing is a little cock teasing from the stage. I'm talking about big league cock teasing where these homey cats have gotta do more than pay a buck or a buck and a quarter a beer to get their thrills. But they're willing to do it cause they get more of a show."
"Exactly what kind of show."
"Very easy. We give them what they can only imagine seeing when you're on that stage. You give them bumps and grinds with your ass and tits, while we give them the real thing."
"You mean fucking?"
"That's exactly what I mean. And it ain't just straight conventional fucking either. I give them stuff in my show that they're not gonna get through anybody else but me. That's why I can afford to pay my girls as much as I do. Hell, I only started this act up six months ago, but since then our reputation has spread like crazy. We've earned that kind of reputation, believe me we have."
"With you running the scene I suppose you do."
"Very kind of you to say. So are you with me?"
"Well, you're offering me more than I'm making.
On top of that my boss is fat and old, while you're young and sassy. I don't wanna fuck him and all I wanna do is fuck you. So I think you'd make a great boss."
"Groovy. Let's seal it with a kiss."
He leaned over and kissed my lips passionately, running his fingers gently inside my tits while he did.
"Can you ever kiss," I exclaimed after breaking the kiss.
"Tell you what. You go back inside, wiggle that cute ass and tits of yours out of your clothes, and just lie in the middle of that bed. I've gotta feed the animals. I'll be back in a few minutes with a big surprise. Something you're really gonna love."
I marched back toward the house alone, my cunt heating up from his words of warning. When he promised a big surprise you just had to expect something wildly sensuous.
I undressed slowly and crawled inside bed. I waited for a few minutes, then started getting restless. I closed my eyes and envisioned his hard dong in front of me. I observed him ramming his prick sharply inside that chicken. Then the sight of the sperm shooting inside the chicken's pussy returned to mind.
I got hot just thinking about wonderful Cliff. So hot that I had to do something about it. My fingers worked inside my warm cunt. They started out by playing with my clit. Then I stepped up the pace as my fingers went to work in my cunt.
"So, you're getting real anxious, I see," I heard Cliff's firm, rich voice as I saw the door open. "Hand on just a second, baby, cause I've got a real nice surprise in store for you." The surprise just had to be hard long cock of his, which I was dying to have inside me. But when he moved into view I was astonished to see him holding a small cage. I strained my eyes to see inside it and observed a rattlesnake crawling around in there. "What the hell's all that about?" I shouted urgently, pointing toward the cage, out of which the snake appeared to be peering at me. The sight of snakes had a way of unnerving me, just like it did most women.
"Keep your cool, baby," he replied crisply. "I'm not gonna put you through anything that's bad for you. This is Homer, my pet rattler."
"So I can see. Well I hate snakes."
"It's bad for a black girl to be prejudiced," he grinned.
"About snakes that's different. It's a different kind of prejudice."
"Just what don't you like about snakes?"
"I don't like the way they look and I sure as hell don't like the way they hurt people. They're mean animals." My voice was constantly rising. I didn't know what Cliff had in store for me, but where that snake was concerned I wouldn't have any contact at all.
"You just get too uptight," he reprimanded me gently.
"Well I don't wanna get poisoned by that thing."
"Relax. He's been depoisoned, baby. There's no way he could hurt you. No way."
"Well, I still don't like the looks of him."
"Homer's got his feelings too," Cliff barked, "and he wouldn't like you talking about him like that when he hasn't even had a chance to make friends with you. Now I'm gonna let him out of his cage and give him a chance to get acquainted. You'll love him once that childish hang-up of yours passes."
At first chills ran up and down my spine when he was let out of that cage. Cliff pushed a little window open and out he crawled, slinking over toward me. Cliff picked him up and deposited him on the edge of the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.
"Shut up and enjoy yourself. Cool it, sweetheart."
"What the hell am I supposed to be enjoying?" I asked with alarm, watching the snake crawl ever so closely toward me.
"Just cool it, give things a chance to happen. You won't regret it, believe me you won't.
I was trembling as the snake drew ever closer. He was obviously a trained one, and was supposed to do something with women. I speculated that he probably was involved in Cliff's act somehow.
The funny thing is the closer it got the less I trembled. It was like most of the fear had been gotten out of my system earlier, and now there was nothing to be afraid of. Cliff had told me that the animal wasn't poisonous anymore, so I had no reason to doubt him on that score. Besides, if it had been poisonous I didn't think that Cliff would be touching it himself.
So as the fear left an overpowering curiosity began surfacing inside me. I wondered what this snake was about to do to me. The fear returned momentarily as it moved within inches of me.
Then it suddenly vanished for good as it crawled between my legs like it had been at home there for years. Things began to really dawn on me when that long cold tongue of his started feeling inside my snatch.
At first it felt so cold that I jumped back a little, interfering temporarily with the snake's actions. But after a few thorough strokes I got caught up in the rhythm of the act. It began feeling so good that fire started spreading itself around my snatch.
"That's it, go after that pussy lining, Homer," Cliff encouraged with a big smile. He was pleased that his animal had learned his lesson so well and was doing such a great job on me.
"Oh, I love the sucking, it feels so good," my body squirmed for all I was worth as the passions were spilling inside me. I was gasping as he drove me closer to explosion.
The tickling tingles continued and accelerated with every touch as he went to work enthusiastically. Those movements inside my pussy took on a soft moistness that I loved.
"Suck me, suck me," I gasped.
Pretty soon I shot the first time. The snake kept right on moving its tongue around in my snatch, fervently pushing me toward a second explosion.
When the second load materialized it went after a third, applying itself with the same splendid degree of diligence.
"Old Homer's driving that body of yours wild," he laughed. "Yeah, he really likes it and you like it. It looks like love at first suck."
Cliff didn't call the action to a halt until I had shot for the third time in rapid succession. At that point I was ready to relax a little. Cliff put Homer back inside the cage and carried him off.
"Be back in a second," he winked.
I closed my eyes and rested for a few minutes. My mind remained fixed on Homer and how he had sucked me off. Since I had met Cliff my life had suddenly spurted forward into a dynamic new phase. Everything I had done previously, even what I'd considered wild fucks with certain guys I'd known in Detroit, all seemed so tame now that I had really gotten to know Cliff.
He was always pulling the unexpected on me. Usually I wouldn't be ready for it and would protest, but each and every time he had made me see his way.
I hadn't been particularly eager to get throat-fucked at first, but he had made me love it. The sodomy thing scared me since I'd never done that before, but he made it come off beautifully. The same thing happened when he had me fuck with Hans. And finally there was Homer the snake, so that I had had sex with a snake along with a dog. It was just plain too much to imagine, and I wondered what the girls at home would think if they knew about all the bizarre ways that I'd gotten kicks since being exposed to sexy Cliff.
Speaking of sexy Cliff, he came sauntering back into the bedroom, this time holding a tiny box in his right hand.
"Now I've got another surprise for you," he exclaimed.
"I just can't believe you're for real. If it's not one surprise it's a good half dozen."
"I like to keep people guessing. I kept the opposition guessing on the basketball court and made a fantastic living at it. Now I'm having a ball keeping other people guessing and doing just as well at it."
"What's this latest surprise? I've just gotta now."
"I'll show you."
He opened the box and held it out for me to see. There were three black spiders crawling around inside it.
"Now that I've been eaten by a snake, what are those spiders supposed to do for me?" "Just wait and see."
He dropped them out of the box and into the bed. Just like the snake, they immediately moved toward me.
"They'll give you sensations that'll drive you out of your gourd," Cliff laughingly exclaimed.
"That I've got to see."
"You will, baby. You will."
At first I was a little leery for contact with them, but a lot less so since being fucked by a rattlesnake. After that anything would seem relatively tame in comparison.
Two of them crawled up my legs, one of them moving up my right leg ever so slowly and the other doing the same on my left leg. The third spider was crawling around toward the front of me, carefully edging its way toward my tits.
The spider that was moving up my right leg was proceeding more rapidly than the one moving on my left leg. I watched with great interest as it edged over more closely to my cunt.
I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have a spider inside my snatch. I wondered if the sensation would be anything like having my box eaten out by a snake.
Finally it worked its way inside my box. I let out a gasp at first contact.
"Oh, that feels so good I can hardly stand it," I gasped.
"I knew you'd feel that way," Cliff nodded confidently. He was relaxing in a chair watching the action, proud as always that he was able to provide me with a good time.
While the one spider was moving around inside my cunt the one that was on top of me had made his way to my breasts. He was climbing adventurously around on my left nipple. It was an itching sensation that I just couldn't help but love.
"Oh, those spiders, they're too much," my body started squirming and wiggling so rapidly that I didn't know what was coming off.
"They're good at supplying kicks," Cliff quickly stuck his two cents worth in, enjoying the sight he observed.
The spider in my cunt was now slithering around with more confidence, while the third one was having a blast running up and down my leg, which added to my overall feeling of satisfaction.
My entire body was twisting and turning as I moved ever closer to orgasm. I went off with that spider moving around in my cunt. Then I shot a second time. It was delicious fun, more fun than I could ever conceive of having with three spiders.
Finally, when it appeared that I was physically spent for the time being, Cliff picked up the spiders and put them back inside the box. I was pretty happy with the way things had been going ever since Cliff had arrived unannounced at my house the night before and picked me up.
"I'll be back again, baby," he winked as he moved off toward the door with the box in his hand.
When he came back a few minutes later he had a hell-fire look in his eyes that could only mean one thing. He had become horny by watching all the fucking going on between me and the animals. A little time had set in since when he had fucked the chicken, so he was percolating inside, seeking to get some quick kicks.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, if you don't mind," he winked casually.
"I think I can stand up under it."
"I'll just bet you can."
I watched with great interest as he stripped. I never ceased getting a thrill watching that smooth, supple body in motion as he pulled off his clothes. Naturally my attention was called in the greatest measure to his big prick, which was standing out nice and tall, just ready to tear into me with all it had.
"Come over here and get me, honey," I told him sexily, spreading my legs comfortably and suggestively.
Cliff knew me well enough to understand what would arouse my sex appetites at the start. He spread himself out on the middle of the bed and let his smooth long fingers work their way down to his prick. He took those fingers and let them move up and down over the base of that long shaft.
"How do you like this big thing?" he asked.
"It's so handsome, just like the guy it's attached to."
"I'm getting it nice and warm so we can both have some fun with it."
"You do that, sweetheart, cause I'm getting awful warm just watching you play with that big toy."
"It's some toy, isn't it?" "It's the greatest."
My eyes began mushrooming with excitement as his fingers moved ever so briskly over his prick.
"Here, let me play with it," I burst out excitedly.
"Go right ahead, my love."
The electricity shot right through me when my fingers went to work on that hard dong. Up and down I earnestly pumped, and while I was pumping I let my fingers of my free hand manipulate his balls.
"Oh, do I love that finger action, you're an expert," he lauded.
It's always great to hear compliments from the man that you love, and when I heard them from him it stimulated me all the more to make him as well as myself happy.
I played with his massive toy for the next few minutes. Finally he called out and said: "Stop, baby, before I shoot. Let me work on you."
I released my hand from his huge pecker and watched as his fingers manipulated their way slowly but surely up my left leg. I remembered how one of the spiders had crawled up my leg earlier and eventually found the inside of my cunt, and wondered if Cliff was looking for the same kind of action.
It turned out that he was. Before I knew it he had those fingers of his prying with his magic touch around my slit. Back and forth they glided as my hips rotated to his every move.
"Yeah, you're picking up the sensations," he said calmly, "you're getting turned on."
"How could I help it?" I exclaimed.
"Now you grab hold of my dick again. Let's jerk each other at the same time and see what happens."
"So you wanna make the mutual stroke scene."
Right on, baby, right on," he said.
The sweat began to trickle from our bodies as we worked our fingers intensively, stepping up the pace with each succeeding stroke, pushing ourselves practically to an orgasm.
"Now that we're warmed up, let's fuck," he said emphatically.
"I was waiting for you to say that," I nodded. "How do you want it, my love?"
"Sixty-nine style. We've never done it that way before."
"I'm all for it."
"Go in the bathroom and clean that cute twat off. After all, you've had a snake and spider in there."
"And you."
"Yeah, I've got a lot of the snake and spider in me."
"Along with the wolf." "I'll admit it."
I was off to the bathroom. I didn't waste one second cleaning myself off, since I was eager to get back to action. To keep himself warm for the occasion Cliff continued running his fingers up and down his hard prick, getting ready for the big screw.
"I'm waiting for you," he exclaimed. "So I see."
"Damned but that body of yours looks so beautiful. You're enough to make any guy homey anytime."
He pulled me down into bed with him and showered my lips with a flurry of quick devastating kisses. While his lips were pressing against mine his fingers found their way between my tits. He pressed the skin that separated my pendulous boobs, then switched the action to the tits themselves. Next he planted his mouth inside mine as we Frenched, our tongues locked excitedly.
Once he pulled his tongue away from my mouth he let his fingers drop down from my tits to between my legs, where he went to work toying with my snatch.
"How's that feel?" he asked. "Good, good."
"I just wanted to see you were thoroughly warmed up before we move on to our sucking." "I'm there, doll, I'm there." "Then let's get rolling."
He threw his huge, smooth form on top of me, shoving his head down between my legs while his cock was thrust just above my mouth. He looked mighty good from where he was perched, good enough for my hot tongue to latch onto.
"Let's do ourselves a little ass sucking first," he suggested before he went to work between my legs.
My tongue flicked eagerly inside his ass, causing him to sway back and forth rhythmically. In the meantime he matched me stroke for stroke with frenzied movements.
We kept up the ass licking for a brief period of time, then moved toward each other's juice departments. He wanted to taste me and I wanted to taste him.
The timing had been superb leading up to the final sucking. The finger exercises coupled with the ass licking had brought us to the point where we couldn't control our passions any longer. His cock was just as itchy as my cunt.
My tongue went to work with eagerness, flipping up and down his huge tool with a passion. All the while he matched me stroke for stroke as he worked effectively on my moist itchy twat.
He knew just how to get me aroused, nibbling on my clit every once in a while to accent the heights of my passion.
My tongue caromed around his balls to get him more in the mood, then I let it slowly but surely travel up and down the length of his cock, slowing down my initial pace slightly. I let my fingers tickle his balls while I let my tongue go to work on his huge pole.
In that I was giving him such great action he naturally followed suit by providing my cunt with all the action it could ever ask for. I was literally burning up inside with each additional tongue stab.
I shot quickly. He stopped just long enough to fully digest my juices, then went immediately back to work.
"I want more of you, lots more," he exclaimed.
As for me, I never stopped my sucking for one second. His long shaft was inspiring to me, as usual, and being sensually turned on nothing was gonna keep me from getting the load I felt entitled to.
I decided to run my fingers up his asshole to provide him with extra stimulation, and it worked as his ass flipped around uncontrollably with every movement.
Then I came like gangbusters for the second time in a row, giving him another luscious load to swallow.
"Boy, you're really hot now," he grinned before going back to work on my twat.
"You're making me that way, and I've got more inside for you."
"I'm gonna get all of it out."
"You're welcome to every drop."
He went right back to work and I rammed my finger high up into his asshole again, spearing him while my tongue was spearing his long smooth-dick. This time a feverish passion hit me to finish the job, to get all of that creamy white goo out of his cock.
I thought back to the throat-fuck I had enjoyed with him the night before. I was a little disappointed in myself for not swallowing every drop that came out of him. Sure, that was a hard task, since it was like an angry sea enveloping you, but I could have caught more than I did. And as far as that coughing was concerned, that would just have to go. I wasn't gonna let that happen again.
A surge of determination filled me. I was going to swallow that load in total and not cough.
Resolutely I shoved my head forward and tore away at his cock, moving my tongue rigorously up and down. I could already taste that hot juice in me.
A tiny spurt of juice shot into my mouth, which served as a prelude to the big load. It made me all the more eager to go to work on him, to pry the big load loose.
I tickled those balls just right, running my fingers over them smoothly, determined to drive him out of his mind with delight, to where he would send a juicy load my way.
Not only was I driving him closer to orgasm, but he was driving me close to yet another spray of juice. I had a hunch that I'd be shooting about the same time as him.
I let out a quick gasp as my pussy shot once more, then returned with a flourish to his prick. Several more hot strokes and he was there, his hot juices spurting into me profusely.
This time I determinedly stuck with his load. I had been through it once before, and was more aware of how to handle him. I couldn't catch it all even though I tried valiantly. Some of it trickled down the sides of my mouth, but most of it I swallowed.
"Very good," he nodded approvingly. "This time there was no coughing and you got most of the load."
"I improve with age."
"Technique's the name of the game," he slapped me playfully on the ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
He drove me home shortly after we finished screwing. I told him that I needed to go over and tell my boss I was quitting, but before going I wanted to get some rest.
"You can always rest here," he had told me.
"I don't think I could. Knowing that you're around," I had replied.
"Am I that much of a distraction?" he had asked.
"Damned right you are. Particularly that big distraction between your legs."
We had a good laugh on that one and he drove me back to my place, promising to get in touch with me the next day.
"You'll have your first job then," he informed.
The big reason why I wanted to be alone for awhile was to work myself up into the right frame of mind to talk to Barney, my boss. A heavy set guy in his early sixties, Barney had treated me like a dear, giving me bonuses whenever business was boosted by what he considered my efforts.
"I've gotta keep my girls happy," he had always told me.
He had given me my break when I was a nobody, a scared little girl in a strange new city. Now I'd have to go in there and tell him that I was quitting him. I didn't like the prospect, and for awhile after going inside and pouring myself a drink I even considered the possibility of calling Cliff and canceling out rather than disappoint him.
But then I'd get to thinking how much I loved Cliff and how much I wanted to fuck him and I realized that, hard as it was, I'd have to face the music and quit Barney.
Following several drinks I became sleepy enough to want to take a nap. The drinks combined with all the fucking caused me to sleep soundly until early evening. Fortunately I was off that evening so that I wouldn't be catching Barney off guard, before he had a chance to replace me.
I took a soothing warm shower, then had a couple quick shots of vodka to warm my insides and put a little more courage into me, so that it would be a little easier to tell Barney what I had to.
I got into my car and drove toward the bar. The more I drove and the more I thought about things the more difficult I realized the whole quitting process would be.
When I whisked into the driveway leading to the parking lot I was hoping that I wouldn't see his car. That way I'd be putting off my talk with him. But sure enough it was there.
I pulled my car to a stop right next to his, then climbed the stairs leading to the back entrance, which was closed off to the customers and let to the business office and the girls' dressing rooms.
I knocked softly on his office door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"It's me. Carolyn."
"Oh sure. Come in, baby. It's unlocked."
He was sitting behind his desk working ion his books, his glasses dangling on the end of his nose.
"Sit down, baby," He gestured me toward a chair directly across from his desk.
"Thank you."
"What can I do for you?" he asked after a long pause. "I hope there's nothing wrong." "Why do you say that?" "The look on your face."
That proud black man had come a long way in his life, working his way up from a shoe shine boy in a tiny Mississippi town to a prosperous bar owner on the South Side of Los Angeles. At that moment he had three bars, one of which he was trying to sell. All were prosperous, with the one I worked at being the most prosperous. I knew how much I'd helped in the prosperity and that was what made it so hard to walk out on him. He could always tell what was on my mind, whether I was troubled or happy, just by looking at me. I decided I'd better face up to the issue fast.
"I'm gonna have to quit," I sputtered the words out as fast as I could since they were so hard to say.
Then we had a long talk. He kept his cool through it all and kept reaffirming that he wanted only the best for me, and that he hoped that eventually I'd be able to better myself.
"You getting married?" he asked hopefully.
"No."
"Then you're going to work somewhere else?" "Yeah." "Another bar?" "No, not a bar."
"Don't you wanna tell me?" his eyes wore a look of hurt. I had always let my hair down in front of him in the past, like he was my father or a highly respected uncle.
I thought about how much I should tell him. I was afraid to open too much since there wasn't a great deal I knew about my new job. I had trusted Cliff implicitly.
"I'll be working for Cliff Phillips," I finally decided to tell him.
"The basketball player?" he flashed me a look of surprise.
"Yeah, that's the guy."
"I've heard that guy's a lot of trouble," he warned.
"I happen to love him, Barney." "I'm sorry, baby. I'm not trying to put him down. It's just that I've heard some things." "Like what?"
"Oh, I'd rather not repeat them. It probably doesn't mean anything."
"All I know is I love him."
"Just be careful," he admonished softly. Then a thin smile crept on his face. "And good luck."
"Thank you." I got up and kissed him gratefully on the lips. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, something I had vowed I wouldn't let happen.
"And you've always got a job here anytime as long as I'm running this place," he told me as I got up and prepared to leave. "Just remember that."
"I will," I blew him a kiss as I left.
Now that I'd gotten it all off my chest I didn't feel as bad about the whole thing, even though I did wonder about those mysterious words he voiced about Cliff.
I listened to records the rest of the night and turned in early, not knowing what time Cliff would be calling me the next day. I began feeling like a fool for not demanding more specifics from him, more details about the nature of work I'd be doing. I also wished that I'd pressed Barney a little more about revealing things concerning Cliff.
I got up about nine and fixed a leisurely breakfast, then had an even more leisurely shower. The hours seemed to roll by. I started wondering if Cliff hadn't been playing me along for some kind of sadistic kick. I wondered if I'd be hearing from him at all.
The more the hours that passed by the more skeptical I got about Cliff and his whole operation. Then a few minutes past at three the phone rang. It was Cliff on the other end. "How you feel?" he asked me right off. "Just fine."
"That's good, baby. I hope you're nice and rested, cause that's the way I want you." "I am."
"Great, just great. That's my girl. You got a pen and a piece of paper close by?" "I sure have."
"Well get'm out. I've got an address for you." "Sure thing."
He gave me directions plus an address of building behind a cocktail bar near San' Pedro Avenue. I was familiar with the area, and had ever driven past the bar several times, so I knew what he was talking about right off.
"Okay, great. Be there by seven-thirty. No later You hear?"
"Gotcha."
"Okay. Just rap on the back door three times Then we'll let you inside."
On that note he hung up. The element of mystery was gradually widening. Now that he ha called I got to wondering all the more what this whole deal was all about.
I had an early dinner, then got in my car and drove over to the address he had given me. I parked in the lot behind the bar, then looked around, trying to find this building that he mentioned. The only thing I could see was an old shed that looked like a garage that somebody had abandoned. I wondered if that dingy old place could be the one that he mentioned.
I walked toward it, moving all the way past it to the back. I noticed that there was a door in the rear, so I decided to give it a try. I rapped three times just as I had been instructed to do.
The door opened a crack. Cliff peeked through that crack, giving me a not of recognition, then opening it wider.
"Come in, baby," he kissed me on the cheek.
"What's going in here?"
"We're getting ready to give a little exhibition to those homey cats out in the front," he gestured sweepingly.
I could hear loud noises coming from the other side of the place. It turned out I was going to be doing the same thing that I had done on my last job. Or at least so it appeared.
"I'll introduce you to the other members of our little crew," he motioned me toward a tiny dressing cubicle. Two beautiful girls were sitting on a bench naked. One was a gorgeous olive-skinned Mexican girl with long dark eyelashes and flashing black eyes, while the other one was a light-complexioned Negro girl with perfect features, long shimmering black hair that came down almost to her waist, and a perfect figure.
"Jackie and Consuela, this is the girl I was telling you about, Carolyn Barnett, the newest member of our group," Cliff said.
"Pleased to meet you, honey," Jackie smiled warmly.
"How do you do," Consuela said, with heavy traces of a Mexican accent.
A few minutes later some loud rock sounds came booming out of a record player toward the front. Then Cliff said: "Okay girls, it's time to go on."
With his quick cue Jackie and Consuela jumped to their feet and walked briskly toward the front. There was a heavy curtain that separated the part of the room where we were from the part where the customers were located.
Cliff walked behind them, turning for a moment and calling to me: "C'mon, you'll wanna see this."
I'll admit, my curiosity was so bad I could hardly stand it. I could hardly wait to see what was going to happen.
Cliff stood next to me as we looked through tiny peep holes in the curtain so we could observe the girls in action. They sauntered sexily hand-in-hand toward a mat in the center of the large raised stage, from which they would be performing.
Out in the audience there were scores of guys sprawled out all over the place. Some were slouched in chairs, while others were just lying on the floor. Most of them had a drink of something in their hand, and there was a small bar behind where the men were with a bartender standing routinely in back of it.
Most of the guys in the audience were black, but there were also a few white guys there. When they caught their first glimpse of Jackie and Consuela they let out a series of howls and whistles.
"How'd you like to fuck them?" one guy hollered out.
"I'd like to take either one of them home and throw my wife out of bed," another guy yelled.
The second guy's remark triggered a lot of laughter.
Then things settled into a sudden hush as the two voluptuous beauties, their patches of black cunt hair sparkling against the floodlights that shone directly above them, got on top of the mat and looked into each other's eyes.
"Watch this. They're great," Cliff whispered.
The silence was followed by deafening cheers and whistles as the girls threw their arms around each other in a wrestling position.
"They're gonna make war, not love," one wag shouted.
That set off some laughter, followed by foot stomping. As for the girls, they appeared to be stimulated by the crowd. I've gotta admit that, for the first time in my life, I got very much turned on watching two beautiful girls.
They put on quite a wrestling match, clutching at each other's beautiful body, throwing each other down to the mat and grappling as the sweat poured profusely down their bodies. They both had trim, voluptuous frames, just as well built as I was, with big tits, sleek legs, and tight, compact asses.
First Jackie would gain the advantage, then Consuela, who looked to be about two inches or so shorter than Jackie. The action kept going hot and heavy until finally they wound up with their bodies resting across from each other, their mouths close to each other's cunt and ass.
At the same instant their tongues pushed for- ward and they let them make contact with each other's ass. Those tongues darted at a quick pace and so did their asses, which swayed with every movement.
"Now they're gonna make love, not war" a guy shouted.
The place was virtual bedlam, and as I looked through the audience I could see many of the guys setting their drinks down and paying swift attention to their pricks. Impatiently they would flip their flies open and go to work on their meat, which they'd pump on with brisk up and down movements. The crowd had been worked into a feverish frenzy by the two beautiful girls.
"Those guys really did that," Cliff said with obvious pleasure.
"I can see why. They do look beautiful. I see what you meant when you said that your acts go a lot further than girls turning on guys with their dancing."
"Yeah, and you've only seen the first part of the act. You know you're gonna be in this too."
"That's what I figured. Mind telling me what part I'm gonna play?"
"Yes I do. It'd spoil all the surprise if I did.
"You wise son of a bitch."
"Now, now. That's no language for a lady."
"If I was a lady I'd never be here."
He chuckled at my remark. Then we both returned our attention to Jackie and Consuela. Their asses were rolling as their tongues scraped resolutely along inside each other's ass.
They were both good and moist between the legs, and now that they were warmed up they realized it was time to move on to something else.
Consuela made a fresh move at that point, shoving her head down into the moistness between Jackie's legs. Her tongue rushed hungrily into Jackie's box, splashing with savage need, as if she hadn't expressed herself in years.
Jackie's body trembled at the outset. Then after the initial surprise of the cunt penetration wore off she thrust her tongue squarely between Consuela's legs and lapped with the ardent enthusiasm of a thirsty dog after a saucer of milk.
The crowd was absolutely going wild. Some of the guys were standing up and pumping, while others were jerking off from a sitting position as their bodies contorted.
But practically all of them were jerking off, and pumping for all they were worth.
Consuela rolled her fingers around Jackie's lovely buttocks as she continued letting her tongue fly. Jackie reached around and found Consuela's ass cheeks with her fingers as they continued sucking each other at a speedy clip.
"I can't stand watching much more of this without having to jack off myself," Cliff admitted as his eyes remained frozen on what was going on, on stage.
I didn't say anything, but I was getting the same kind of basic urges from watching their beautiful bodies in motion. Those asses were as trim and compact as any I'd ever seen, and I couldn't help but think how much my old boss Barney would have liked having them available to dance at his bar.
The longer they sucked the faster the pace became, until eventually it was on the blinding side. I could tell that they'd done it with each other many times, judging by the way they controlled their body movements and conducted themselves in perfect symmetry, matching each other on a stroke for stroke basis.
I really got hot down there between my legs through focusing my eyes on their blazing tongues lapping up each other's cunt. They controlled their climaxes for awhile, but eventually nature spoke as Jackie gushed first, followed seconds later by Consuela.
They weren't satisfied, however, with one explosion. They went back to work zealously, determined to get each other off again.
While they sucked I observed some of the men creaming right on the floor as their fingers pumped meat at a diligent pace.
The girls didn't stop until they had shot for a second time. Then they embraced, shoving their tits against each other. Seeing those tits press against each other almost caused me to shoot. I was so worked up that I hoped I would be on next and would get to fuck Cliff. I was more than ready to accommodate that big black cock of his, and the sooner I had it in me the better.
After their fervent embrace the girls got up and took sweeping bows. At that point all the men jumped to their feet and gave them a thunderous round of applause.
"Yeah, they were on tonight, really on," Cliff nodded happily, turning and looking at me. "And speaking of on, you're on next."
"After watching an exhibition like that I'm ready."
"I know just what you mean," he nodded.
CHAPTER FIVE
I experienced a little of the first night jitters ,as Cliff gave me my cue and I sauntered out on that stage to replace Jackie and Consuela, who had just left.
It was damned hot under those lights, and it was easy for me to see why they had worked themselves into such a sweat. I got a fantastic reception of cheers and shouts and foot stomps, which gave me confidence since I knew they were turned on to my appearance, and that's the biggest plus, of all for a girl in the sex-hibitionist business.
"Look at those tits," one guy exclaimed excitedly.
"Must be close to forties," the guy next to him responded.
"Would I ever like to take you home and put you to bed, honey," one guy in the back piped up.
"Let's make sheet music together," another guy yelled.
I jumped up on top of the mat, as Cliff had instructed me to do seconds before I entered the stage. I just stood there, shaking my boobs to give them some extra kicks, wondering what was slated to happen next.
In the near distance I heard a bark. Then I saw my old friend the Great Dane Hans, who had given me an excellent fuck over at Cliff's place. His tongue was hanging out and that prick of his was rock hard between his legs. He looked extra sexy and I began to feel pangs of anticipation over what I was sure would be a rewarding fuck.
Hans came springing toward me. I figured the thing to do was to sprawl out on that mat to accommodate him. As I lowered my body and spread my legs, showing the already moistening tufts of black pussy hair, the joint erupted in whistles.
"I sure wish I could be in that lucky hound's shoes," some guy said.
"I wonder if he realizes how lucky he is," the guy next to him said.
"I'm sure he does," the first guy replied.
"How do you know?"
"Look between his legs and see, dummy."
The last remark triggered some laughter. I almost had to crack up over that one myself.
Hans was so hot that he was gasping and letting his tongue run nervously from side to side as he approached me. My twat was tickling like mad as he approached.
"Go to it, fuck me, Hans," I shouted encouragement.
"Damned but she's hot for it," some guy yelled out.
"So am I," another guy quipped. "I'm gonna go back to my hot meat."
Hans thrust his tongue as deep into my asshole as it would go as a starter. It was a perfect way of declaring his love for me, and letting me know how much he wanted me.
I thought about what a jerk I had been the first time that Cliff had brought Hans in, and how I didn't want to screw with him. Well times had changed and so had my attitude. Fortunately now I loved the act of having a passionate dog give me a good fuck.
As his tongue spiritedly probed my asshole my ass spasmed back and forth, overcome by his zealous movements. And all the while things got hotter and hotter in my twat.
The heat became so intense that I just had to have him switch his efforts to my cunt.
"My pussy, my pussy," I shouted. I knew that Cliff had trained him quite well on the art of making it with women, and I hoped that my ardent plea would be picked up by him.
Fortunately he picked it up right away, driving that tongue eagerly forward toward my box. But as it made its way, it stopped long enough to get some kicks as it slid upward along my leg. I loved the warm sensations provided by that warm tongue making its way smoothly along my thigh as it drew ever closer to my hot snatch.
"Keep it up, baby, you're almost there," I gasped.
"We're almost there too," a guy out in the audience gasped right back.
From the sound of things out there, they were just as turned on by our fucking act as the one that preceded it involving Jackie and Consuela. My body twisted and turned as Hans' energetic tongue finally found my twat, which he attacked hungrily.
"Go after me, go after my cunt, I want you," I sighed, my body writhing and my pulse pounding.
That tongue of Hans' was now spearing me with speedy regularity. He was on target and would not let up until he got what he had come after, my cunt juice.
He spiritedly lapped away while my hips contracted involuntarily, reacting to his every movement.
"Suck me, suck me," I gasped.
Hans continued whip-lashing my mound until I let out a lengthy sigh, at which point I exploded. "She creamed, she creamed," a guy panicked.
"And I'm dreaming now," a guy gasped behind him.
I looked out into the audience to see if the guy was telling the literal truth, and quickly found out that he was as I watched the juice shoot out of the end of his prick and fall to the floor.
"Now I've got a big surprise for you folks," Cliff's voice boomed as he burst on the stage. Now he was nude and sporting a mammoth hard.
"Good God but you're hung," one guy exclaimed.
"Yours makes four of mine," another guy said in awe.
Cliff held a familiar box in his right hand as he appeared on the stage. It was the box that contained the spiders. I wondered what he was up to, but with the size of that hard and due to the fact that he was naked I was sure that he'd be fucking me, along with whatever else he had planned.
He opened the box and took out one spider, which was all that was in the box, holding it out for the horny men to look at.
"What's that for?" a guy near the front asked.
"She'll blow her cunt before this spider gets through with her," Cliff laughingly replied.
He set the spider down carefully on my leg, then exhorted: "Go to work, old boy, and give her plenty of kicks."
The second that spider started crawling up my leg, heading from my ankle up to my thigh, moving ever so slowly, I started getting good and hot for more sex.
Hans was standing there watching me, just waiting to get back into the sex act. When he just stood there, though, I figured that he was probably waiting for a cue from his master Cliff.
"Ass, boy, go after that ass, fuck her ass," Cliff suddenly implored Hans in a booming voice.
"Great, now we get the sodomy route," one guy out in the audience bellowed enthusiastically.
Hans had learned his lessons well from his I master. No sooner did Cliff get the words out of his mouth that Hans' hard dong was shoving upward to penetrate my hot asshole. It still felt wet from where he had done such a splendid job of licking it. But soon the feeling of wetness was supplanted by one of hard intense heat as the end of his dick shoved up inside me.
"I'll help you out," Cliff said, helping Hans guiding his formidable prick inside me.
As for those homey guys out in the audience, they were just blowing their minds with excitement. Cliff helped Hans fit his dick inside me, then the highly stimulated Great Dane took over.
I felt that hot phallus lock inside me and gasped. Now he was ready to turn on the heavy fucking, to give me the ride that I had been anticipating from the time he sprinted on the stage.
With great ferocity he shoved that hard prick around inside my asshole, driving it at a tempestuous pace, sending all kinds of thrills circulating within me.
My body spasmed and my heart was thundering under his assault. And while he continued rocking back and forth inside my ass the spider was entering my cunt. Once that spider tore his way inside my pussy lining I almost jumped a foot. I rared back and instinctively threw myself right into one of Hans' determined fucks. I never had so much sensation coming at me in my entire life, with my cunt being inundated by a spider, which was causing it to itch and pushing me ever closer to orgasm, and my ass being relentlessly pounded by a hot, sodomizing Great Dane.
Those sensations alone would have been enough to satisfy the sexiest of women. But there was more, and it was provided by none other that my ingenious lover Cliff.
I had noticed him standing off to the side pumping up and down on the big handle of his cock. I had wondered whether he was just letting off some nervous steam or getting ready for something imminent.
It turned out that he was getting ready for something. As I lay there getting my ass fucked by Hans and my cunt eaten by a spider Cliff lowered his cock and ass just above my head.
He kept lowering the cock until I couldn't help but get the idea. He was planning to feed it to me a little at a time from a squatting position, giving me a chance to suck him off with all the other action continued.
"Get ready, baby, I'm gonna shove some cock into your mouth," he said in a strong, confident voice while the excited throng continued stomping their feet and cheering. "I want you to eat it, I want you to eat it raw, I want you to taste my juice."
That sexy tone of voice never sounded sexier and his cock never looked better than from that angle, descending down on me slowly but surely as I prepared to receive it in all its virile glory.
Pretty soon my tongue was able to make contact with it, which meant that I was getting sex stimulation now from the tongue, the cunt, and the ass. It was a fuck unlike anything I could ever have dreamed up. Only somebody with Cliff's creative imagination could have first conceived of it, and second capitalized on it by putting it on in front of a homey group of jacking off men.
He slipped more and more of it in, until I had my mouth full of his hot dick. Meanwhile my body was twisting and turning under the impetus of the spider crawling around in my pussy and Hans' hot dong driving frenziedly inside my ass.
Cliff took good advantage of his position. He was draped just above my mouth and manipulated his body in such a way, and fed me his cock in such a way, that it was like getting fucked rather than sucked. It was like my mouth was a vagina or an ass.
So as Hans fervently pumped away inside my ass Cliff worked every bit as excitedly moving that prick in and out of my mouth with a spirited rhythm that had the guys in the audience reacting more loudly than ever before. I thought they were gonna tear the roof off the place, they were carrying on that loudly.
They were envisioning themselves doing the very same things to me that Cliff, Hans and the spider were currently doing, and envisioning me reacting to them in the same way that I was reacting at that moment.
My cunt started exploding like a periodic set of time bombs. And I gasped every time that it gave way. The spider was getting quite a bath in there from the liquid profusion. I could feel Hans all the while digging in more energetically that before. He was great at holding his load, so much better that most men I had fucked that it wasn't even funny, but he couldn't hold it in forever, as hot as he was.
And as Hans wound closer to a climax my lover Cliff was pushing his way ever closer to the same precipice. In and out that dick would slide, digging deeply downward inside me.
A spontaneous outburst of applause greeted Hans' explosion. It was great feeling that wetness inside me and knowing that he had completed the act he had started.
Noticing that Hans had shot, Cliff was determined to follow suit quickly. He pumped harder and faster, driving up and down as he gasped and sighed.
"Hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna shoot," he informed me.
There was nothing for me to do but hang on, and be then I was as eager to receive as he was to give.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he finally gasped.
The deluge hit, flooding my mouth with his juice, most of which I was able to catch. And I shot one more time, with the spider still tucked securely inside my snatch.
"That's the most exciting fuck I ever saw," one guy in the audience screamed. His actions had spoken louder that his words as I observed the hot white juice on the end of his dick.
"That's for sure," another guy shouted.
They stood up and cheered like mad while Cliff was prying Hans' cock out of my ass. It had lodged in there so deeply that it took a little bit of work to get it out.
"Get on up and take a bow," he whispered in my ear once he dislodged Hans' cock from inside me.
I did. The thunderous applause became even louder. You know, I got quite a thrill out of that. They really appreciated all the thrills that I had given them.
Cliff slipped the spider, which had more than done its job, back in the box. He waited calmly until the applause started to die down. Then he said to me: "Okay, you can take off now, honey. Your act is over."
"How about you?"
"Oh, there's more yet coming with me." I looked down at that huge cock and noticed it was every bit as big as it had been when he walked on the stage, before he had ever gotten into the act.
"You amaze me," I grinned.
"Feeling's mutual," he nodded.
I didn't realize how drenched with sweat I was until I got off of that stage. I turned around and looked back at Cliff, who was stroking that always active penis of his.
The girls were standing at the curtain, apparently playing the same kind of spectator games that Cliff and I had played earlier while they were on.
"You were just great," Jackie bubbled. "You couldn't have been better," Consuela concurred.
"I think I can use a shower," I sighed. "Right behind our dressing room, dear," Jackie said.
"Thanks. See you girls later." While I was on I had felt nothing but energy. But now all of a sudden I felt so hot and tired that I was ready to drop.
I jumped inside the shower and turned the water on, letting it bounce against my pores. It never looked or felt more inviting.
CHAPTER SIX
I felt much better after a long, soothing shower, I toweled myself off good, then dressed. As I walked toward the curtain, where Jackie and Consuela were busily engaged in watching, I could hear shouts and laughs from the crowd.
The sounds were different than the ones I had received when I was on stage, and I wondered what was going on out there that was precipitating that type of reaction.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Have a look, honey, and see for yourself," Consuela said.
I looked inside and observed Cliff, that prick as big as ever, taking on a beautiful black mare. The horse was apparently good and hot, judging by the way that it was snorting and carrying on.
Cliff was slipping his peter in and out of her as she shook up a virtual storm, eagerly receiving his movements.
"Soft as velvet," Cliff shouted.
His eager continent of spectators burst into loud laughter over his comment, which caused him to grin. But grinning though he was, that didn't mean he was any less determined to get himself a good piece of ass. Only a guy with a big dick, such as Cliff obviously had, would be able to penetrate a mare.
He slid in and out vigorously as her ass kept twitching for him, awaiting his succeeding movement.
"Give the little woman a good screw," one wag shouted, touching off a fresh round of laughter.
"Cliff wondered how the guys would react to this," Consuela exclaimed to me. "It looks like it's a smash hit."
"The whole session couldn't have been better," Jackie nodded. "Maybe you're our good luck charm, Carolyn."
"Well, I don't know about that," I laughed, "but I hope everything keeps going successfully."
"Will you look at that mare take his hot shots," Consuela said.
"She really wants it," I said.
"She's so horny she reminds me of myself," Jackie said.
Cliff was at his fucking best. He would grit his teeth periodically, then slow down his pace. I recognized what he was going. He was pacing the momentum of his fuck, saving his orgasm for later.
Finally he decided it was time for him to put the finishing touches on the act, so Cliff made like he was a stallion and drove himself zealously, pushing forward swiftly.
"Now he's just about there," I said.
"I wish I was in that mare's place right now," Jackie said enviously.
Beads of sweat were trickling down Cliff's face as he continued driving himself speedily forward.
"Now you guys are gonna see the grand finish," Cliff shouted to his eager audience.
"Give her a good ride, cowboy," one guy quipped, setting off a round of uproarious laughter.
Several forward thrusts and a grunt later his cock popped, the white juice spraying into the mare's hot cunt.
"I wonder if the guy knocked her up," one guy dead panned, touching off spirited laughter into which Cliff joined.
Cliff then led the mare off as the approving throng burst into extended applause.
"As you can see, we're in a pretty crazy business," Consuela looked at me and winked.
Once Cliff got his shower, got dressed, and put the mare into a trailer outside, he came back inside and talked to Jackie, Consuela and myself about the show.
"Those guys were real generous tonight, girls, damned generous," he smiled pleasantly.
"Just how generous?" Jackie asked.
"Like you're gonna get four hundred bucks each for tonight. Not a bad night's work, is it?"
The three of us burst into squeals, then took turns kissing Cliff, who stood there and took it all in with a happy smile.
He suggested that we all go over to his place and celebrate our successful enterprise. I still felt a little tired but wasn't about to turn him down. I loved him too much and my job was turning out to be even more lucrative than Cliff had promised.
I followed behind Cliff's car on the freeway and Jackie and Consuela rode along behind me. After all that had been accomplished in our fucking escapade I wondered what Cliff could possibly have in store as an encore. That was the way he was, always keeping you guessing when it came to sex.
As I drove along the freeway I caught myself feeling a little sleepy, the very thing I didn't want. I wanted to be at my very best for what was sure to be some lively sex with Cliff.
Fortunately it appeared that Consuela and Jackie were both a little on the tired side as well, so that I didn't show up droopy in comparison. After all, it was late, going on one o'clock, in fact. But that didn't seem to bother irrepressible Cliff any.
The first thing he did was to mix a pitcher of Margueritas.
"This is in honor of you, Consuela," he bowed deferentially to the Mexican beauty.
"Si," she smiled, bowing back.
Once he poured the drinks we found comfortable spots in the living room. Cliff dropped down into an easy chair, while Consuela, Jackie and myself all sat down on a huge sofa.
"How long have I known you, Consuela?" Cliff asked.
"Two years."
"Right on. And who brought you to this country?"
"You did."
"Right on. It's some story. Jackie's heard it, but I might as well fill you in on the details," Cliff explained, looking at me. "She was living in Mexico City when I met her. I was on vacation and having a blast. I stopped off at a bar where I heard there was a lot of action."
"Always looking for ass," Jackie cut in.
"Can you think of a better way for a guy to spend his time?"
"Absolutely not," Jackie admitted.
"Anyway, I was in this bar," Cliff continued, "and was just biding my time sipping tequila and sucking on the lemon as a chaser. But what I was really looking for was to suck something else and to screw something. I wanted the best looker in the house. I looked around just once and every whore in the joint swarmed in."
"It is like that in some of our bars," Consuela laughed. I liked her very much. She had a great sense of humor.
"But I wasn't interested in any of them after I got a look at that best looker in the house. She was the flamenco dancer." He then pointed toward Consuela.
"I remember that night very well," she nodded. "It was quite a night. I had to politely shoo the hookers away, even though I felt sorry for them while I was doing it. I mumbled something to them about just being there to get a drink. I had to crack up when one of them told me that maybe it was better that way anyway, since she was a very small girl and I was so big. I nodded and agreed with her. Then I moved over to a table, the closest one I could get to the stage, where Consuela was dancing."
"I saw him looking at me," Consuela smiled, "and right away I was very interested, even though I did not want him to know it."
"What female isn't interested in this guy," Jackie laughed.
"Well, I kept looking and looking and the more I looked the hotter my cock and balls became, until I could hardly stand it. I thought I'd have to go into the can and beat my meat, I was that hot watching her. You girls all know that when I get turned on, that's it."
"Do we ever," I put in.
"But finally, just as I was really getting hot and bothered looking at those gorgeous legs and that cute wiggling ass she had a break. When the guitars stopped I practically tore my hands up applauding her with all I had."
"It was so loud that I couldn't help turning and laughing," Consuela smiled, recalling the incident.
"I asked her to sit down and have a drink. She said she couldn't until she got off work, which she said was a half hour later. I told her that I'd postpone asking for another half hour, which she said was okay by her. We talked real nice for the rest of her break, then she went back up there and got me hot all over again. By the time she was through and we had that drink, I asked her if she wanted something to eat."
"I was very hungry," Consuela nodded. "Dancing takes a lot out of a girl."
"Yeah, so after we both polished off a king-sized meal I asked her up to my place. She accepted and I got me one of the best fucks in my life. Damned but that chick had a pussy. Still has. She was able to ride that cock of mine just beautiful. It was absolutely great. And did I ever get a blow job. Wow, she was just like a human suction cup the way that that tongue moved up and down my hard dick. Fucking her and getting sucked by her was like a dream."
"For me as well as for you," Consuela said.
"But that was just the beginning. I spent most of my time with her during the rest of my vacation, and we got to leveling and we got to leveling about ourselves. We talked about everything. She didn't know who I was and had never even heard of the game of basketball, but I didn't give a damn."
"But I know a lot about it now," she interrupted with great pride. "You have taught me much and I have been a willing student."
"Yes you have," he laughed casually. "Anyway, I told her a lot about myself and she did the same. It turned out that she came from a little town and got married to a guy who took her to Mexico City. This guy vanished and she was by herself, so she took up dancing. She was working for an existence and little more. I liked her fuck so much that I asked her to come to the States with me and that I'd sponsor her and find her an apartment."
"You're a pretty generous guy," Jackie teased. "Did the fucking have a little something to do with it?"
"Hell, I'm only human. But I really dug her as a person, and that was the big thing. And we've been happy ever after, haven't we, baby?" he turned and smiled at Consuela.
"Indeed we have."
"Now since I've told you the story of how I got acquainted with Consuela I might as well tell you how I got to know Jackie," Cliff looked at me. "But first I'm gonna adjourn to the other room for a few seconds. I think we can all use a refill."
I gulped down the rest of my drink, handing Cliff my empty glass. He vanished in the other room, refilling the glasses, then quickly returning. He took several sips from his second drink, then continued his story. He looked relaxed and in a very good mood.
"I've got Consuela to thank for meeting Jackie," he reminisced. "They met one night at a party, ditched the guys who had taken them, and wound up in Consuela's pad."
"I've swung a few times and so she'd done a little swinging too," Jackie pointed out. "It was a nowheresville party and the guys we were with were more interested in drinking each other under the table than they were in screwing."
"They were real losers to let two live ones like you get away," Cliff shook his head. "Anyway, I had me a key to Consuela's place. That night after watching a late movie I felt like having Consuela, so I drove over there. There weren't any lights on so I used my key and let myself in. I figured she was probably out late and that I'd make myself home and screw her whenever she came in, unless she was too tired or something. But even then I could probably get her to blow me. So I let myself in and heard noises coming from the bedroom. I figured she might be screwing somebody, so I decided to sneak a peek. If it turned out she was getting it from some guy I was gonna tiptoe right out without either one of them knowing anything about it. Hell I'm not the jealous type. I'd be stupid to be considering how many different broads I screw."
"And animals," Jackie added.
"Yeah, I'm varied in my tastes and it's paid off, like tonight. Anyhow, when I saw Jackie in there with her I absolutely blew my mind. They were carrying on sixty-nine style, really tonguing each other. Those hot beautiful asses were wiggling and wiggling and I was getting hotter with each wiggle and each tongue stroke.
"Anyhow I decided to let them go until they'd both shot, so I just stood there with my prick ready to shoot any second. It seemed like it was gonna last forever, but finally they both made it, kissed, and threw themselves into their arms. That's when I stepped in, asking Consuela to introduce me to her friend, which she was happy to do."
"I absolutely flipped when I saw him," Jackie laughed. "First off he just seemed to come out of nowhere, so naturally that kind of startled me. But that wasn't the big thing. The big thing was that I recognized him and had seen him play many times. I told him how much I liked him on the basketball court-" "And I told her how much I liked her naked and in bed," Cliff interrupted with a wink.
"That he did, that he did. He asked if it was okay for him to join in the action, and you can imagine what I said to that. I could hardly wait for him to shove that big prick into me."
"The big prick got a great workout from those two," he nodded. "I shot it off once in each twat, then let them take turns blowing me. I started taking out Jackie a lot after that, that is when I could pry her away from Consuela.
"One night when a friend of mine took me to a stag exhibition I got a great idea. This guy had told me he'd seen it before and said it was absolutely great and that I should go see it with him. I'm as much a voyeur as the next guy, and he said that I'd just have to beat my meat off three times anyway watching something like what I was gonna see."
"Was it as good as the guy said?" I inquired.
"Hell no," he shook his head disgustedly. "There was a broad who looked washed out, like she had been over the hill for about ten years. She was overweight and tried to recapture some youth by bleaching her hair a bright blonde. It didn't come off as far as I was concerned. Well, she was paired off with, a skinny broad that looked undernourished. They sixty-nined and played with each other's tits, diddled each other's cunt, and that was about it. I didn't even get turned on. There wasn't enough there to arouse me. I'm" more particular than that.
But I flipped when I looked around that room. These guys that were shelling out a lot of bread to look at that shit were out of their minds with passion, jerking on their sticks with all they had, shooting all over the place, Well, when it was all over I got to doing some serious thinking. I knew that I had a yen for dames, good looking ones, and I also liked to use my big cock to do it with certain types of animals just for added adventure. I wondered about using these two beautiful girls here in an act. I knew if I started one it would be a whole lot better than what the clown that had put that show together that I saw had done. So that's the whole story."
"Very interesting," I smiled. "It brings me right up to date."
Then Cliff told the girls in detail how we had met, and what a wonderful pair we had made.
"I told you girls that I was looking for another chick to bring into our act," he explained, "but that I was waiting for the right girl, somebody who was groovy. Well I know you'll agree I found her."
"You sure have. I love her already," Consuela frankly admitted, giving me a passionate look.
I do too," Jackie agreed. "Her body's even better than mine is."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," I reprimanded soothingly.
"Let's just call it a tie and let it go at that," Cliff put in, smiling diplomatically. "The important thing is that we all jell as a team. I love all three of you. And now I think we all need a third drink."
"By all means," I said. This time I didn't have to gulp down anything. I'd already finished it. My pace was gradually picking up. I was enjoying the drinks and they were providing me with stimulation. I noticed myself growing progressively itchier between the legs, and knew that I'd be very much up to fucking.
The girls also had picked up. In fact both of them were starting to swing their legs nervously, letting all concerned know that they were ready to jump into bed.
Cliff was playing things coolly right down to the hilt, bringing our drinks in and sipping his slowly for a few minutes. He engaged us in light chatter, then turned the subject back to sex, telling us how beautiful the three of us were.
"I don't think I've seen any better looking women than the three of you, and I really mean that," he said. "Remember, I've been around the world three times and I know what I'm talking about. When I say that a chick's beautiful then you can be damned sure she is."
"I like him when he's in his complimentary moods," Jackie said.
"He can be such a doll," I put in.
"I'm around three dolls," he said, stepping up the pace and quickly finishing his drink.
When he finished his third drink he made it clear that he had something on his mind other than another drink. He unzipped his trousers and pulled his hard dick out in full view.
"This is a stimulating muscle that just happens to need some early morning exercise," his eyes took in all three of us. "I suggest we adjourn to my favorite exercise room, the bedroom."
"I thought your favorite exercise room was the basketball court," Jackie grinned.
"No way. That's a distant second where broads are concerned," he quickly informed her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
My breath started coming heavier as the magical fingers tickled my ass and legs.
We had no sooner arrived in the bedroom than a highly aroused Consuela took one look at me, told me I was beautiful, and proceeded to undress me.
Now she was undressing herself, but while she did she managed to keep some of her fingers busy toying with private parts of my body. It was wonderful feeling those smooth fingers massaging me so eagerly. I thought back to the time in Detroit that some of my girl friends had snubbed a girl as beneath them because she had had sex with another girl. I agreed with them at the time, but now I was seeing how foolish I had been. Sex was sex, I was now finding out, whether you were in the sack with a man, a woman, or an animal. Whether or not it was beautiful depended on either the person or the animal.
She finally got her clothes stripped off and I saw that glistening olive skinned form in the raw for the first time since when Consuela had participated in the exhibition.
While Consuela was carrying on with me, Cliff and Jackie were keeping busy going through the paces right next to us in the bed. At the moment a heavily breathing Cliff had his tongue thrust up against Jackie's hot boobs. He was getting her ready for an effective round of cunt sucking.
But getting back to me, I was being overwhelmed by the sensitive movements in Consuela's fingers. She was masterful the way that she applied them, toying with my tits, then giving my nipples a tiny squeeze, just enough to produce plenty of sensation in me. And while her fingers were at work on my tits she let her tongue blaze a steady trail inside my mouth. She started things off with a series of lip kisses, just to get both of us very much into the mood. Then she started thrusting that flaming red tongue inside my mouth, letting it sally forth into every corner of it, causing my cunt to feel the excitement in spades.
Finally after she had put me into a state of ecstasy with the kissing she moved her tongue steadily downward, stopping at my tits. Those tongue movements were thorough, rich and beautiful, with every stab exciting me.
Consuela knew she was getting to me, knew that she was filling me with passionate enjoyment, so she stepped up her brisk pace, letting her flailing tongue drape itself over one tit, then the other. Then she would open her mouth and let her teeth nibble carefully away at my tits meat, paying particular attention to my nipples. My nipples had a lot of sensation and would tingle with delight whenever her teeth would skillfully nibble on them.
"I love that smooth skin of yours," she swooned at one point. "Do you like my action?"
"Yes, it's wonderful," I gasped.
All I could do by that point was to gasp, since she was driving me to such heights of exhilaration with her tongue and teeth ..Her fingers worked their way with smooth rapidity down to my thighs, which she caressed, while the licking continued apace.
The double sensations were almost driving me to the brink. All she would have to do was keep up what she was doing and I would be certain to orgasm shortly.
Those fingers plunged with obvious enjoyment against the warmth of my skin, probing my legs as her tongue continued steadily probing around my tits.
Once she decided that my tits had received enough sensation for the time being she threw her hot tongue downward, letting it slip and slide around my stomach. She enjoyed letting it make contact with my navel, leaving tiny droplets of saliva, which served as a reminder of all the brilliant oral loving she had provided.
That tongue continued dropping steadily. She passed up my cunt the first time around, letting her tongue tackle my legs. It manipulated itself briskly around my thighs, causing my entire body to tingle with excitement.
She continued working her tongue spiritedly downward, until she got to my ankles. Then, at that point, with one decisive upward movement, she arrived at the part of me that had been saved for last.
"Best for last," she winked as her head dropped down between my legs. Her fingers pried my legs apart as fully as they could go, then her tongue took over.
Consuela enjoyed cunt sucking so much that she wanted to make sure she derived as much enjoyment as possible from her movements. For that reason she preferred starting slowly and letting things build. We had plenty of time, in her estimation, so there was no need to rush things.
Consuela applied magic with that mouth of hers. She used her teeth to spectacularly nibble at my clit. Just nibble on a girl's clit the right way, particularly an oversexed girl like me, and you're sure to get a highly stimulating reaction. Her nibbling activity had me squirming and gasping as she timed each stroke masterfully, doing. it slowly, teasing me slightly as she provided sensation.
"How do you like the action?" she lifted her head and asked at one point in the action.
"You're wonderful."
"I love you."
"And I love you."
Those three simple words, the words expressing my love for her, seemed to do something for both of us. Consuela obviously wanted to hear them, judging by the intense smile that flashed on her face immediately thereafter, and I needed to say them to drive away the last vestiges of restraint within me.
Cliff was right. If you wanted to really have kicks sexually you had to drive out all the inhibitions, that served only to clutter things up and diminish your enjoyment. This I was doing and found myself enjoying the acts of lovemaking far more.
Now that I had told her I loved her she was rewarding me by giving me a brisk tongue bath inside my moist red mound. My legs were trembling and the rest of my body vibrating slightly under the impact of her movements.
"Suck me, honey, I want it," I gasped.
She reached back and pinched my buttocks cheeks, then plunged full speed ahead into the cunt licking. She let her tongue pick up every crevice of my torrid snatch as she pushed eagerly forward, realizing she was that much closer to tasting me.
"Suck me, suck my juices dry," I gasped.
She clutched my buttocks cheeks fervently to check some of my bouncy movements, which were impeding her sucking efforts. Up and down that tongue of hers circulated as she moved me ever closer to the ultimate moment of impact.
Finally I let out one long pronounced gasp as the juices shot out of my cunt. I watched her with great interest as she swallowed my stuff. I curiously wondered what it would be like to do the same thing to her. I had blown men, and this would be little more than a variety of that when you really got down to it. I looked over next to us and watched Cliff resolutely going to work on Jackie's hot snatch. Her body was twisting from side to side under the impulse of Cliff's stimulating movements.
I was watching closely at the initial moment of impact. Jackie closed her eyes and rolled her head, and at that point I noticed the juice shooting out of her. Cliff braced himself and put his tongue to work earnestly catching her load.
"How'd you like to try that on me?" Consuela looked at me and smiled, letting her soft, gentle fingers run over my forehead, which excited me so much that I wanted more sex.
"I've never done that before."
"Does it look so hard?"
"No, not really."
"Does it look like fun?"
"It looks very interesting."
"Then why are we wasting our time sitting here and talking about it?" Consuela burst into laughter. "Let's get into it. Start out the way that I did with you, my dear, and kiss me. That will make both of us feel much more passionate. And as the passion increases and begins circulating throughout that sexy beautiful body of yours you will be ready to move on to the sucking."
"You sound like a poet."
"I am a young woman wise to the ways of love."
"I know. I've experienced some of those ways." "Then let us begin now."
I threw my arms around her, letting them clutch her tightly, then allowed my lips to press fervently against hers. I held our kiss for several long seconds. Her skin was so soft and gentle that I loved having it pressed against me.
I pressed her even more closely to me, letting her hot tits rub against mine. Her breasts were almost as big as mine, and were every bit as smooth and lovely, so it was a delight to create friction with them against my own boobs.
Back and forth I let my breasts slide against hers as the pace accelerated and the friction intensified. We both began gasping with erotic delight as the tits gingerly pressed together.
This is wonderful," she exclaimed, "a great way of making love."
While I remained on top of her body letting my tits rub eagerly against hers I felt a tingling sensation inside my ass. I turned around and observed Jackie tongue me in my asshole.
"Welcome to the scene," I smiled.
Those stimulating tongue movements extended my own actions to new heights. After the tit rubbing concluded I shot my tongue in a blazing spurt of passion inside Consuela's anxious mouth. I closed my eyes and experienced whirlpools of sensation as our tongues glided energetically together, making beautiful splashing music all our own.
And while that was happening Cliff arrived on the scene, turning our sudden threesome into a foursome. He began by running his fingers smoothly over Consuela's flaming tits while my tongue continued splashing against hers.
As for Jackie, her movements were superb. She knew just how to control them as she would permit them to intensify for a short spell, then slow up the action dramatically.
Finally I was out of breath, and for that reason I couldn't sustain my tongue action with Consuela. I removed my tongue from her mouth and cautiously applied it to her nipples. I wanted to find out what it would be like to be on the giving rather than the receiving end of the nipple sucking, so I plunged ahead and made my discovery. It was a delicious experience having my tongue and teeth press against Consuela's beautiful nipples and I stepped up the pace brilliantly until my tongue was moving as fast once more as it had when it was inside her mouth.
Cliff took up where I left off inside her mouth, letting his tongue soar blindingly against Consuela's tongue. The extra action served to excite her all the more, just as it had excited me when Jackie began licking my ass and was continuing to excite me through her fervent tongue lashes.
Finally I could stand the suspense no more. I just knew that I had to put my tongue to work on her snatch. I looked down at it. It was soft and wet beneath her hair, like watery moss.
Now I had a sudden desire surge through me to taste her, to find out what it would be like to have a woman's orgasm inside me. To swallow Consuela's stimulating explosion.
My head sank resolutely downward as Cliff's tongue continued showering impassioned kisses on her lips and inside her mouth. While Jackie continued whip-lashing her tongue inside my ass my tongue attacked her hot snatch feverishly.
I wanted her to orgasm fast. I was extremely impatient to have her inside my mouth, so I pushed forward speedily, driving my tongue at as speedy a pace as I knew how.
I heard her gasp several times, which made me feel confident, like I was really getting through, i The gasps made me work all the harder. The made me move faster as I pushed her closer to the road of orgasm.
Jackie's impetus made me all the more anxious. Her driving tongue filled me with a great urgency to get Consuela's trigger off. Several decisive stabs later she shot and I enjoyed her.
"Very good for your first time," Consuela complimented me with a smile.
"Yeah, you really looked hot and bothered," Cliff grinned.
"That cute little twat was enough to make anybody feel hot and bothered," I said.
"You've got a real sweet ass," Jackie complimented, throwing an arm around me.
"That sucking of yours was something else," I said.
"You know, that big dick of mine can use some stimulation after all this groovy oral stuff," Cliff suddenly grabbed hold of his hard dick and pumped on it.
"Let me blow you," Jackie said, rushing to the scene and grabbing his cock away from him, pumping vigorously on it.
"That's the action," Cliff nodded. "Keep that up."
She pumped rapidly for a few minutes, then put her tongue to work between his legs sliding slowly up and down on his prick. While the sucking continued she let her fingers play with his balls. I noticed his body twitch several times when she would probe particularly effectively with his nuts.
"Somebody give my mouth a little action," Cliff gasped, getting carried away by Jackie's superb blow job.
Consuela bounced swiftly on the scene, letting her lips surge hungrily against his. Several times they met, after which she let her tongue enter his mouth.
After all the action I had had I was just as content to sit back and watch the action develop with the aroused threesome. There was a lot of action going on as Jackie allowed her tongue to move sweepingly up and down his stiff cock.
The longer and more passionately that Consuela continued kissing Cliff, the greater the amount of tingling his body underwent as the pace sustained itself speedily.
With Cliff being as oversexed as he was, and with him getting action from two sources in two places, I knew that he'd be exploding quickly. He began making gulping and gasping sounds as he drew ever closer to the moment of impact.
Jackie clearly realized how close he was getting, and pushed things resolutely along by speeding up the tempo of her sucking, driving her tongue energetically forward while her fingers skillfully played with his nuts.
"Suck him off, baby," I called out encouragement to Jackie.
Then it suddenly dawned on me that I could pay Jackie back for some services she had spiritedly rendered to me. She had done a brilliant job of sucking out of my ass, and it would be ungrateful of me not to do something to pay her back.
I leaned forward and put my tongue to work inside the crack in her ass. Her ass flailed back and forth several times as an instinctive reaction to my movements.
The longer that I sucked the more intense her movements became over Cliff's hard dong. Her fingers would squeeze his balls momentarily, causing his body to jerk slightly, and consistently she would run her tongue rapidly over his prick.
At long last he shot his warm juices inside Jackie's mouth. She sputtered several times, but stayed with his load, managing to swallow almost all of it. She was an expert cocksucker from start to finish.
"My girls all know how to give me a good cock-suck," Cliff nodded approvingly after she sucked the last drop of sperm from his penis.
"I guess that's why you put me through the audition you did," I chimed in. "Cocksucking was one of the things you stressed most."
"You're fucking right, and it should be. If there's one thing that pisses me off it's a broad who can't suck a cock right. Hell, I remember a few years ago when I was in my prime and all the broads were trying to close in on me."
"I think you're in your prime now," Jackie said, tickling his nuts with affection.
"Sure I am. I meant my basketball prime, when I was going great guns. One night after a game they introduced me to this German girl who'd won Miss Universe or something like that. One of these big international contests and all the good shit. Anyhow, we started hitting it off nice, and I liked her good tight pussy and the way that it could hold up under my cock. But the one thing about that I found out and didn't like was that she hated to suck cock. She thought it was beneath her or something. Well I told her that if my big dick, this nice clean and beautiful cock of mine wasn't good enough for her to suck, then the hell with her. I didn't want nothing more to do with her."
"How'd she react to that?" Conseula asked.
"She finally begrudgingly said she'd give it a go. Well, her heart wasn't in it and it was a lousy blow job. I called her off a few minutes into it, got dressed, and stormed out of her place. She started balling and trying to beg me to come back, but I'll be damned if I was gonna do it after a disgusting exhibition like that. I never saw her after that and furthermore I don't wanna see her."
"You can sure be particular where women are concerned," Jackie pointed out.
"You're fucking right, so now you can see how lucky you girls are to be turning me on the way you do. Or better yet, how much you've all got to offer since you can't pass all this off to luck."
I looked around at everybody. We were all bleary-eyed. It was no wonder. It was past three in the morning, and all we'd been doing was fucking and drinking non-stop since early in the evening.
"You'd better get some sleep, baby," Consuela talked to him like he was her little boy, realizing how tired he was.
"I was hoping to get in a little more fucking," he confided, "but you're probably right. I'm conked out."
"Hell, by now the milkman's starting to make his rounds," Jackie asserted. "We can all use some sleep."
"You're all welcome to stay here if you like," Cliff said.
"I'd just as soon go home, but thanks," I said, wanting to be by myself. I needed a breathing spell after one of the most exciting days I had ever lived, and I felt I could get it a lot easier in the quietude of my own apartment.
"I agree," Consuela said.
"Me, too," Jackie made it unanimous, "but thanks anyway."
Cliff rolled his head around wearily. He had a silly little smile on his face. He looked at all of us for a few seconds. Then his head dropped and he fell asleep in the bed, breathing heavily.
"Let's dress quietly and get out of here," Consuela whispered.
"All of a sudden he's a little boy," I exclaimed, looking at the expression on his face as he slept.
"Whether they're two-feet-seven or seven-feet- two they're all little boys in the final going," Jackie said.
"I guess you're right," I concurred with a smile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The blazing sun shone down brightly on us. Cliff and I were perched on a beach blanket watching the water rush against the shore on a clear Santa Monica afternoon.
It was a weekday so there weren't as many people taking advantage of the warm beach temperatures as would be on Saturday and Sunday. It was now two days beyond our wild orgy behind the bar, which had culminated so fantastically with Cliff's big prick gliding feverishly inside a mare's flaming cunt.
Cliff had awakened me from a deep sleep at a few minutes past eight that morning.
"How you doing, baby?" he began.
"I was sleeping," I yawned.
"Well get that cute ass of yours out of bed. It's a beautiful sunshiny day so you oughta get something accomplished."
"Like what? Do we have another show planned?"
"No, not right yet. But you can go to the beach with me."
"Okay. That sounds like fun."
"Groovy. I'll be picking you up around eleven."
It turned out that he wasn't there until a few minutes past twelve. He apologized and said he couldn't help it that a nightclub singer he'd known from a few years before was in town from New York.
"She ditched her husband to come over and see me for a couple hours," he chuckled boyishly, "so what else could I do? She's a great blow job artist and tells me she likes my cock better that any other she's gone down on in her life. How could I ever turn down a girl in need?"
"You're too charitable to do anything like that," I shot right back.
"Right on, baby, you know me."
But the beach outing turned out to be worth the wait. The sun was warm and the air clear, and I got to be with Cliff, the man I loved. The one thing that was starting to bother me about my relationship with him, however, was that he was so outspokenly promiscuous with so many women.
I got the distinct impression that Jackie and Consuela had resigned themselves to accepting his attitudes and practices as they were, but I hadn't. When I met him and had sex with him I loved him in a more selfish way, in a way wherein I would have loved to have him and possess him exclusively.
The thing I liked about that magical afternoon was that I had him all to myself, at least for the time being. He brought along a cooler containing cans of beer, and had had some six or seven during the course of time we were there. I couldn't match his pace, but did manage to swig down three.
The beer caused him to grow relaxed and playful. He started reaching over and swatting me on my behind. I had worn a bright orange bikini for him that was skimpy enough for him to get good and horny.
"You've got a beautiful bod," he would tell me repeatedly.
"It's all yours anytime you want it."
"I know you feel that way. And that's why I love you. You're willing to go all the way to see that Cliff is made happy."
On that note he opened two fresh cans of beer, one for himself and one for me. He gulped down the suds fast, while I sucked on mine leisurely. Once I finished my beer he took one long look out into the sea, then exclaimed: "Let's get out of here and cut out for my pad. I wanna fuck you."
"That's putting it bluntly."
"I tell it like it is."
"Good for you. I'm with you."
"That's good."
He leaned over and planted a firm kiss on my lips. As he did he reached inside my bikini top and fondled my tits. After he let me go I looked around uncomfortably, hopping that nobody was watching us. Fortunately we were in a section off pretty much to ourselves.
During the ride back I got hotter and hotter. All he had to do was mention fucking to me and it was enough to set me off on a wild tangent. I was getting kind of sorry that the man turned me on as much as he did. Jackie and Consuela dug him, and enjoyed being fucked by him, but they were able to reconcile themselves more casually to his promiscuous nature. I guess in spite of my recent wild antics I essentially remained an old-fashioned girl in the sense of wanting one man for all my own.
Every time he would stop for a light, and when there was nobody else around, he would go to work with his fingers on my leg, letting it run slowly and smoothly up and down it, filling me with such great anticipation that several times I almost had to shoot.
Finally we arrived at his place and went right into the bedroom. He never mentioned a solitary word about having a drink, which showed how determined he was to get the show on the road. From the looks of his cock as seen through the outline of his trousers it was obvious that he was hot and bothered, wanting to express himself badly.
He drew the curtains in the bedroom, preferring it dark in marked contrast to the light to which we had been subjected during the afternoon at the beach.
Cliff started undressing, not saying a word. I followed suit, getting out of my bikini in a matter of seconds. He pulled off the old trousers he had climbed into when we arrived at the car after leaving the beach, showing his trunks. His hard-on was pushing against the trunks so tightly that I'm surprised they didn't split under the pressure. Sweat was beginning to pour from the surface of his body. He looked at me with tense anxiety.
"Damned but I wanna buck you," he whispered.
"Take me in your arms," I begged.
He moved toward me in the darkness of the spacious room and gripped his fingers around me, driving his lips speedily forward, until they were pounding pulsatingly against my lips.
I rared back and pushed my lips forward to meet his kiss. The impact was explosive. He withdrew his lips, then sent them searingly forward once more against mine.
"I want inside your mouth," he gasped.
"Be my guest."
I opened my mouth widely, preparing to meet the forward onslaught of his tongue, which speedily whisked against mine. I loved the feeling of his tongue touching mine, of our saliva and breath intermingling tingle by tingle. I was being carried off on my feet by his stimulating lovemaking efforts.
We kissed and caressed for several spellbinding minutes that passed by fleetingly. I loved him and wanted him desperately to possess me in every way, shape and form. His breath was puffing heavily and his eyes were widening with a sense of prolonged adventure as the kiss continued. Our lips would meet fervently, then he would stab his tongue against mine. Our tongues locked in pure, unadulterated passion. I was so hot that I had to fight back an orgasm. I wanted to save it for when he was pumping inside me.
His head pressed between my breasts. His teeth gently nibbled at one of my nipples. My body instinctively flared upward to meet his exciting forward movements. It was a delicious moment, one that would never again happen in just the same magnanimous way.
My body rocked excitedly as his tongue continued probing and playing with my tits. Then he suddenly lifted his head and looked down at me with admiration.
"I'll bet that cunt's ready for my peter," he said.
"It's just burning up. Go after it."
"Will I ever, baby. Will I ever."
He moved his body forward steadily, letting his rigid penis enter my cunt. In the beginning he pushed just a little bit in, giving me a chance to get acclimated.
"Oh, it's so good having you in there," I gasped.
"This is just the lull before the storm, Carolyn," he informed, patting me gently on the buttocks.
This time he pumped a little harder, driving his giant phallus in me a little more. By spacing things out, by prolonging the sensual event, he excited me all the more.
"Oh, drive it in me, puncture me with that spear," I called out to him loudly.
He looked down at me one more time, giving me a nod and a crooked little smile, which I recognized to mean that he would now be getting down to brass tacks. The warm-up period had passed and was giving way to a blinding, swelling intense sexual rage.
Cliff grunted a little as he pushed forward resolutely, driving his big prick into me. I let out a little cry at first, since the first piercing stab hurt. But with Cliff I enjoyed every aspect of sex, even the pain that sometimes went with it.
He rammed his prick back and forth as my hips thrust forward to keep time with his stabs. I slid my hands down his warm and wonderful spine and gripped his buttocks fiercely. I was hanging on for dear life as I got the hell fucked out of me by the handsomest, sexiest man I had ever known. My timing was perfect as I matched him stroke for stroke, moving back and forth.
I was getting so gluttonous, and desiring him so much, that I pulled my body as tightly forward as I could, determined that he would stuff every bit of that huge penis into me as far and as deep as it would go.
Patiently Cliff wriggled his hips from side to side, shoving as much prick into me as he could, throwing his trim athletic frame into me with great eagerness.
The knob on the end of his flaming rigid penis slid past the protrusion of my uterus and way up high into my inside chamber. Now he could feel the very tip of his penis bang against the very depths of my inner being with every fierce stroke. It was the ride to end all rides as he ground forward with piston-like regularity.
"Oh, you're making me feel so good, you're making me such a lucky woman," I exclaimed. "Keep it up, my sweet, keep that big long stick driving inside me."
He thrust into me even harder than before. Cliff stepped up the pace, pushing with great rapidity. With great sputtering spasms he surged forward with every ounce of pent-up energy he could command.
Cliff was fully in command, the take charge guy that I loved, as he pumped ferociously. As the sputtering spasms grew more frequent I knew what was happening. He was pulling near an orgasm.
Then he dramatically slowed down, preferring to save his orgasm for later. I was just as happy he was playing it that way. It was so wonderful that I didn't want it to come to a speedy climax. It was as perfect an orgasm as you could ever ask for.
I gripped his thighs tightly as his cock cannonaded into me with spirited determination. I let out a gasp and climaxed from the excitement of it all. I was certain I'd have many more such climaxes before this beautiful session was over.
With consummate skill, the unique kind that was unmatched by any other cock, he kept me right on the edge of orgasm with every stabbing thrust. My ass kept flaring up and down, determined to meet his wonderful flowing movements.
He gripped my tits fondly and speeded up his tempo once more as I shot a second time. This time I could sense there was an orgasm on the way, and it would be the best one he had ever given me. The groundwork had been beautifully laid and now all he had to do was pop his nuts and watch the hot juice fly.
"Fuck me, my darling," I encouraged.
"You're so nice and tight. And the way you move that ass."
"Fuck me. Drive that cock."
"Oh, it feels so good inside you. Oh, that's it, flare that ass up there, meet my strokes. That gives me such an extra thrill."
I gasped and let my ass continue to jut back and forth to accommodate his piercing strokes. I was so excited I was practically going limp from all the energy expended.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I murmured.
I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and fingered the solid yet smooth skin. Back and forth that stiff prick jolted me as the crescendo rose one last time. He thrust as deeply and rapidly as he could, pushing with relentless determination.
"I'm gonna cream," he warned.
"I want it. Feed me your juice."
"This is it."
"Oh, it feels so good, so good."
And then that hard phallus gave way, sending its hot white semen spurting into my waiting vagina. He let out a prolonged sigh, which I matched. His goo was warm and wonderful.
"Every time we do it, it gets better," I said after it was all over.
"You know, I was just thinking the same thing. It's just like on the basketball court. Practice makes perfect."
"Yeah, especially when two people have a lot going right from the start of things." "I'll buy that."
We both lay still for a few minutes. Then Cliff pounced suddenly to his feet, walking over to the clothes closet and putting on a pair of pants. Then he slipped on his shoes.
"What's up?" I asked, startled by the suddenness of events.
"Oh, I remember something I've got to do."
"Like what?"
"I'll tell you later."
With that he vanished from the room. At first I didn't like the idea of his not telling me what was up, but then that was Cliff, always full of a certain amount of mystery.
I lay back and allowed my thoughts to wander. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed since we met. Before I met him I thought of myself as a hip gal, not really promiscuous, but one who knew her way around in bed and had had plenty of kicks from some groovy cats. But Cliff proved to me shortly that I'd been spending my time standing still.
I started thinking about Cliff's swinging attitude, and about how drawn I was becoming toward him. I was digging him so much that to be without him would be unbearable. And yet I was realistic enough to know that with a guy like Cliff you could get shut off at any point. Women were cute playthings, great to have a good time with, and very little else. Or at least so it seemed to me. But even if my analysis was true I still didn't want to be away from him. In the final analysis I would take him any which way just as long as I could have him.
He came back into the room a few minutes later with a howling, panting Hans, who looked as horny if not more so than Cliff had been when he got back home from the beach.
"So that's what you've got in mind," I nodded.
"He looked so restless in there that I figured you could give him a good stiff fuck."
"I don't see why not. Why'd you bother putting your clothes on? I thought you liked cavorting around in back in the nude."
"I'm a little more reluctant during the daylight hours," he explained with a grin.
Hans was all over me. His Great Dane's sense of smell told him to sniff at my pussy. He picked up the scent and sniffed like mad at my womanhood, getting turned on toward bigger things.
"That guy's so damned homey that it gets to you," Cliff grinned.
"Oh, is he ever."
Now he was on top of the bed, still panting like crazy, as his tongue slurped away at my face. Back and forth his tongue slid with great rapidity, leaving a prolific trail of saliva all along my face. He gave me a fantastic tongue bath.
"Look at Hans go," Cliff laughed. He seemed to enjoy the role of the voyeur almost as much as he did the act of making love.
He dropped his tongue down to my tits, going to work on them, leaving a trail of saliva there that matched the one he had left on my face a few seconds earlier.
"Go down on him, baby," Cliff suddenly encouraged. "He'd like for you to blow him. I know he would. Go down on that big stiff pecker of his. Take a look at it. It's nice and delicious and he'd just love to have you gnaw on it."
Cliff was suggesting something new. It would mark another milestone for me if I went down on Hans' hard canine rod. But I had broken through so many barriers during the course of the past few days that one more wouldn't be all that difficult, I began figuring. On top of that, my keenly developing sex curiosity was getting the better of me once more, to where I desired to experiment.
I reached out and grabbed hold of that hard but smooth surface, running my fingers up and down it carefully several times.
"That's it, baby, play along with old Hans," Cliff said cheerfully. "Give him some of those groovy preliminary motions like you give me. Jack him off a little, get the feel of moving your fingers around over his dick. You're really gonna get to like it, you're gonna love it before you're through, sweetie. Do it, baby, do it."
Cliff's pep talk was having almost as big an effect on me as the stimulating prick in front of my eyes. Up and down my fingers gingerly pumped as Hans panted with appreciation.
Cliff was getting so turned on watching us that he had to do something to join in on the fun. He pulled his pants off, then took off his shoes. Now he was as naked as he had been before he went out to get Hans. And his prick had been restored to full length.
As I continued putting Hans' cock through the mill, Cliff began pumping up and down on his aroused phallus. Watching that sizzling dick of Cliff's and the thorough manner in which he was gliding his fingers around it stimulated me to greater heights.
"You'd better put that thing in your mouth and start sucking on it," Cliff warned at one point, "or else you're gonna wind up with his load all over your fingers."
I had to admit that he was right. Hans was about as far gone as a homey Great Dane could be. Now all I had to do was finish the job by bringing him off.
My tongue made contact with his prick, running up and down his aroused phallus with energetic strokes. I knew that he was hot to get it off so I decided to skip any formalities. I'd suck him rapidly until he exploded and that was it.
All I had to do was pump several times and he shot, his warm juice showering my waiting mouth. It came so fast that I was startled at first and almost coughed just from the sheer surprise. But I managed to save the day and swallowed his load.
"You did my hot dog quite a favor," Cliff said soothingly after it was all over. "Now how about doing something for its master." He held out his elongated pole for me to see.
"So you want a blow job too?"
"I sure do."
"Fine. Glad to help out."
He stretched his mammoth frame out on the bed and I went immediately to work on his prick. I held his balls in one hand, stimulating them with effective finger movements, while the other held his rigid prick in place.
My head zeroed in resolutely on its target as my tongue pushed up and down on his enormous length. It slid with vigorous abandon, determined to taste Cliff.
Then I got added impetus from an unexpected source. Hans, always eager to help out, let his tongue set sail on my cunt. With my cunt tingling and itching to every touch of that long sweeping red tongue of his I was able to put that much more spirit into my blow job.
"Oh, you're getting the job done," Cliff gasped, "you're doing it just right, keep it up, keep it up."
I couldn't help but put out with Hans going eagerly to town on my hot snatch. My pussy bolted once, then twice, and was imminently close to a third shot as I tickled Cliff's balls and ran my tongue up and down on his prick.
My orgasm came just as Cliff's cock juiced. This time I caught everything he had to offer, which was a great feat. I was feeling wonderful after it was over.
Shortly after Cliff orgasmed he suggested that he drive me home, explaining that he had an important engagement.
"What's up?" I inquired.
"Oh, a cute little cocktail waitress from the San Fernando Valley has her first free night in weeks," he casually informed. "She wants me to spend it with her and I'm, naturally, more than happy to oblige."
"I see," I said softly.
Once more the point was reinforced. Cliff was determined to be his own man with the chicks, and we'd all have to stand in line to wait our turn.
CHAPTER NINE
I sat around the house and sulked for the next three days, I was sulking because I hadn't heard from Cliff. It pissed me off to recall how demanding he was when he expected you to do something. He'd get you up out of bed in the morning, like he did with me, and announced he'll be over to take you to the beach. He'd never stop and ask if I had something on. No, whatever it would be, it would have to take a distance second to what he expected.
I kept telling myself that when he did call, and he had to eventually, I would get a little nasty with him. Not so nasty that he'd want to break off with me, cause I couldn't risk that. I loved him too much. But enough to maybe teach him a lesson or two.
Finally the third day after we had gone to the beach I heard a knock at my front door. I had been watching an afternoon interview program from New York so I could see one of my favorite singers, Harry Belafonte. He was right in the middle of a song when the damned knocking came.
I muttered a little under my breath and got up. Lo and behold who should be staring me right in the face with that same old confident grin than Cliff, who as usual was acting like he had the world by the tail. "Afternoon my little fox."
"Hello, stranger."
"What's with the stranger bit," he reached out and tucked me under my chin.
"I haven't seen you around much," I shrugged. "Well aren't you gonna even ask me in?" "Sorry. Come in."
He stalked right in and made himself at home. It seemed that no matter where he was or who he was with you always got the idea that he was completely in charge of everything.
Cliff marched into the kitchen and mixed himself a straight shot of vodka. He mixed a screwdriver for me, never bothering to ask if I wanted one. But since I did want one I gladly took it, taking a long sip right along with him.
"You mind if we turn this set off?" he asked.
"After this song is over," I put my foot down. Belafonte was still singing and I wanted to give him a chance to finish.
Suddenly Cliff looked over at the set.
"Oh, I don't blame you," he nodded after observing Belafonte on the screen "I dig Harry too. Let's let him finish."
Cliff sipped his drink from a standing position until the song ended. Then he flipped off the set.
"Well, baby, we've got our big chance tomorrow night," his eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
"What's up?"
"We really lucked out. One of the dirtiest and richest old men in this town has invited us over to his mansion. We're gonna put on a wild show for him, something that'll make the one the other night look tame."
"Who is this guy you're talking about?"
"His name is Howard Steele Vanderpool. He's a retired millionaire industrialist who used to have the most active cock in town."
"More active than yours?"
"That was back before I was on the scene," he laughed. "Anyway, now he can't get a hard-on so he gets his kicks watching bizarre acts. A friend of his happened to catch our little performance the other night and told him about it. The old man got on the phone and called me last night. At eleven-thirty, no less, while I was ramming my prick into the chicken's pussy. He was so excited that I didn't think he was ever gonna stop talking. When he finally did it was to give me time to say yes or no to his offer. Naturally I said no, even if it was the most generous one I've ever had. Since he was that hot for the idea and had that much bread sitting around I figured I'd make him pay top dollar, wait him out."
"Very good thinking. And it worked?"
"Did it ever. I'm not even gonna tell you, or Jackie and Consuela either, how much it was for. I'm gonna keep that as a nice surprise. All I can say is that if we do the job right we've really got it made. I'm so happy I can hardly sit still. This is something. We've really hit the big time in this business."
Cliff finished his drink. Then he said briskly: "Let's go in the bedroom and have a good fuck."
"I know. You're sex starved, as always."
"How'd you guess?"
"Your middle leg told me."
We shared a good laugh over my comment.
"Then let's go to that bedroom. The bed's burning up just waiting for us," I said.
During my lonely hours waiting to hear from Cliff I had told myself that I would stand up to him and tell him I didn't like what he was pulling on me. At certain intervals I even envisioned myself telling him that if he couldn't devote more time to me and mend his ways a little I'd go back to work for Barney.
It was laughable to think of me doing something like that. All he had to do was show up on the scene and I'd eat out of the palm of his hand, do anything he wanted me to.
That fact was being proven one more time that day. I had made one little comment at the door, but quickly softened up under his awesome presence. He was the only person I had even known who had that kind of a powerful effect on me.
Once we got into the bedroom he uttered a request: "How about you taking my clothes off today. I'd really get a kick out of that for a change. You can start out real beautiful by pulling my dick out of my trousers. That'll be a great opener."
"Sounds very interesting."
I reached out and unzipped his fly. Tingles flew through my stomach as I reached inside his pants and pulled out his dong. That first bit of sexual contact with him was in a way always the most exciting. It was when things would come to a head. The longer I'd go without sex with him the more inspired I would be when I got to reach out and touch him, as I was doing then.
"Take my penis out and play with it, Carolyn," he commanded gently.
"Oh, does that look yummy," a triumphant smile swept across my face as I took his hard dong in my fingers and worked up and down it energetically. "A big wonderful lovely cock."
"That's it, just keep playing with it. Let's make the most of our time together. You only live once and every fuck is a different one. Make the most of it."
Up and down his long pole my fingers moved with a disciplined vigor. It was great stroking him, and the contact caused my cunt to feel pangs of arousal. I knew that a great fuck was in store for both of us and was determined to do everything that Cliff requested to bring it about.
"Now you can take my clothes off," he suggested.
I pulled down his pants, letting my fingers make contact with his trim, athletic legs, so muscular, so supple. He was a he man and now I was getting to enjoy all of him, not just the magnetic portion of him between his legs.
When I took off his shirt I felt around his huge biceps, which aroused me all the more, lastly I got off his underwear, reaching out and jacking on his dick several times.
"Okay, so now I'll take off your clothes," he said. Fair enough."
"Yeah. Just make sure that you play with my skin like I did with yours, baby."
"I wouldn't miss out on a good thing like that."
His fingers went to work with their usual precision mastery as he took my slacks off. His fingers ran up and down my legs and tickled my boobs, then my snatch. He was putting me through the very paces that would get me hot for sex.
He maneuvered my body downward toward the bed, running his hands up and down my body all the while. He pinched my boobs several times and reached over and kissed my lips.
"I'm gonna make you fly tonight," he told me flatly. "I'm gonna give you a screw you'd never believe if you didn't get it."
His hot loins went into motion at that point. He drove his hot cock into my vagina, pushing and stabbing with a steady forward movement. My hips flipped back and forth to meet his forward thrusts.
"Drive it in me," I begged, "I want it."
Cliff stuck it to me like the pro he was, driving himself at a determined clip, shoving his cock around my cunt. This time he shoved the whole thing in there faster than ever before. Normally he was willing to bide time, to let it slip in a little bit at a time, but now he was too anxious for that. He was going for broke right from the early stages of our screw.
His lips pressed against mine as he provided extra stimulation along with the probing cock movements. He drilled me with great rapidity, but slowed down every time he reached the point of being carried away. He wanted to go for broke, but on his terms, and did not want to orgasm right away.
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and let it crash against mine. Back and forth it tore, keeping time with the strumming movements of his hard prick, which was driving frenziedly inside Once he removed his tongue from my mouth he let it slip back down to my breasts, where he went to work with the same degree of zeal his cock was applying to my cunt.
I flung my body forward every few strokes to see if every solid inch of his prong was inside. It was. My heart was pulsating speedily as he manipulated his prick forcefully.
"Oh, that tight cunt's too much," he finally gasped, "I can't take much more. I've gotta shoot."
Several strokes later there was a loud gasp emanating from Cliff, upon which the soaring white juice bolted from inside him and into me. My body trembled and an orgasm of my own shot from my pussy at the identical point.
"Well, guess I've gotta be going," he said abruptly a few seconds after climaxing.
"What's the hurry. Stick around for some more fireworks."
"Nah, gotta run." "What for?"
"You know that dame I mentioned that likes my cock? The blow job artist from back East?" "You mean the singer?"
"Yeah. Anyway, she closes at the club where she's appearing and I promised I'd be there. Besides, she said she's got just enough time before she catches her plane out to go down on my dick in her room. Her husband took an afternoon plane back today, which makes things rather timely from our standpoint."
"Well, good luck Don Juan," I said with a trace of sarcasm in my voice. I felt he had played a dirty trick on me since I was just getting warmed up for a solid evening of passionate screwing, interrupted only briefly by dinner.
"What's the matter?" he immediately caught the tone. "Didn't I give you a good piece of ass?"
"Yes, but I'm not that crazy about fuck and run romances."
"Ah, don't be so goddamned touchy," he laughed. "You'll be getting all the action you can stand tomorrow night over at Howard Steele Vanderpool's joint."
"I guess the rest of my passions will have to be put to rest until then," I nodded sadly.
"It's not so bad," he slipped on his shirt. "You should be saving yourself tonight. Just relaxing. Then you'll be ready to go all the way tomorrow, and that's what I want. We can't put together any half-hearted stuff for that guy. My reputation's at stake. I've got a lot of pride about these things."
A minute later he was scurrying rapidly out the front door, while I remained stretched out on the bed, contemplating what had happened. He had blown in the door a few minutes earlier like a thunderbolt, and had departed in the same way.
Then it dawned on me. My opportunity had fallen by the wayside due to inaction. I had told myself that I would lay the law down to Cliff but instead he got things all h|s own way, as usual.
I took a leisurely shower, washing all the sweat, cock and cunt juice off of my body. I thought some more about Cliff and started swearing at him under my breath.
"Why does the guy have to be so damned cocky?" I blurted aloud as I slipped a bar of soap under one of my arms.
Then the answer came back to me in a flash. Because he's a famous ex-athlete who's rich and has a big cock and can have practically any woman he wants just by snapping his fingers.
I guess a combination like that would be enough to make any man cocky, I was reluctantly forced to admit.
CHAPTER TEN
Howard Steele Vanderpool had a mansion in the hills overlooking posh Bel Air that made even Cliff's look modest by comparison.
First of all we were confronted by a huge closed gate when Cliff arrived at the address. He had taken the occasion to drive Jackie, Consuela and myself over there, since he wanted to caution us on how to act in front of such a prominent man.
"I've heard some stories about him flipping out and everything else," he reported, "but his money's still very good and he seems to be getting along okay, even though he's not much on seeing people. He sees a few friends, mainly people he's known a long time, and that's it."
You couldn't see anything beyond that huge gate except huge sprawling shade trees that were swaying with a stiff evening breeze. Cliff got out of the car and walked over to a telephone hook-up near the gate. He picked up the phone and spoke into it.
"The Cliff Phillips party is here," I could hear him say. Then after a nod he added: "Thank you."
The huge electric gate suddenly opened. You could hear purring sounds of static electricity as we moved on inside. The second our car was inside the mammoth estate the gate quickly closed shut. At first it looked like a huge park with lots of trees, running water and neatly manicured lawns. But as we pushed onward along with winding driveway we could see a huge white house in the distance.
"Damned, it's a three story affair," Cliff exclaimed as we pulled into visible view of all of it.
"It's bigger than most apartment houses I've seen," I said.
"Damned, it's big enough to take up one city block," Jackie said. "It's bigger'n most state capitols."
Cliff parked the car in front of the house. It was well lit, including a shiny lantern that hung just above the double French doors that led inside.
We got out of the car, following Cliff up to the door. He was just about to ring the doorbell when the door opened. A husky guy we assumed to be the butler opened the door. But where he differed from most butlers was that he didn't have a stitch of clothing, and sported a delicious looking hard-on that I'd have liked sucking for an opener.
"You must be Cliff Phillips," he nodded recognition.
"Right on, and these are my three friends."
"They look very good," he looked us over and nodded. "But they'll look even better after they've completely stripped."
"You'd better believe it, pal."
"I must ask you to observe one house rule," the butler explained.
"Sure. What's that?" Cliff asked, "We have a house rule established by Mr. Vanderpool himself that prohibits anyone wearing clothes inside his house. So if you'll be kind enough to undress right here on the porch I'd be more than happy to let you in and show you the recreation room where he's expecting to receive you. I know it might seem strange to you, but it's accepted doctrine around here." "Sure, sure, we understand," Cliff nodded.
His remark might have surprised us girls, but not Cliff. He was completely unshockable, along with other things that I've already mentioned. No matter what anybody said or did he'd receive it with the coolness of a guy who knew it was going to happen all along.
The butler's expressive brown eyes widened with interest as we got our clothes off. First he would look at me, then Jackie, then Consuela, as his eyes kept darting back and forth. As for that cock, it got even harder than it had been when he first opened the door.
"Cliff, you're not only a dirty man. You're also a very smart man," the butler grinned.
"Why do you say that?" Cliff asked as he climbed out of his shorts and showed his huge prick.
"You're smart because you've got such great taste. Damned but these gals are stacked, and you're dirty because I'll bet you keep them almost to yourself and fuck the hell out of all of them."
"You're close," he nodded.
Once we all had removed our clothes, Cliff took the clothing and stuck it inside the car. Then the butler showed us inside the palatial place. We walked through the living room, the den, then the kitchen. Finally he led us to the elevator.
"The recreation room Mr. Vanderpool chose to use this evening is on the third floor," the butler explained as he got inside the elevator with us and pushed the number three on the button panel.
We got off on the third floor and saw a sign designation RECREATION ROOM right across from the elevator. He opened the door and let us in. I was so surprised by what I saw when I got inside that I almost had to let out a gasp. The ceiling consisted of a huge painting depicting a man ramming his long cock into a woman's pussy. It was divided into two parts. The first part showed him zealously moving around inside her, while the second showed the white juice shooting out of him as he climaxed.
The walls were decorated with pictures, some of which were blown up to life-sized proportions, depicting various people in different stages of sexual intercourse. There were pictures of beautiful women going down on men, and on each other. There were shots of men driving their pricks high up into the cunt or ass of a beautiful woman. There was a tall thin man with dark hair that cropped up in many of the shots, always with a beautiful woman, and always very much in the act of sex.
On both sides of the room were beds and couches sprawled out in every direction. It reminded me of what I had read in an old ancient history book about the Roman orgy rooms. It looked like a throwback to the past. Either that or the classiest looking whorehouse in the history of mankind.
"I told you this joint was gonna be too much to believe," Cliff grinned, enjoying the sights, paying particular attention to the shots involving the beautiful girls.
"Yes, I've put my cock to work many times in this room," the butler told us.
"How long have you been working for Vanderpool?" Cliff asked.
"Ten years."
"Then I'll bet you have," Cliff laughed.
The butler led us up to the front of the huge room. We observed a tall thin man with white hair sitting nude behind a desk. He was talking on the phone and gesturing animatedly.
"The picture looks good for tomorrow, at least as far as I'm able to determine," the man said. "Yes, they're talking about some peace overtures in Vietnam, some progress at the conference table. I know it's probably just a lot of the same old bullshit, but you know how the people are about buying a lot of this stuff. If enough of them are encouraged, and I think that's what'll happen, then that means that signs will be favorable on the market tomorrow. You're damned right I'm serious about moving that stock tomorrow. I'm pretty good about sizing up these things. The Wall Street Journal's of the same impression I am. The signs are gonna be favorable so I want you to move those shares the first thing tomorrow after the market opens. You hear me? Good, good, so call me around noon our time. After the market closes. Just after it closes. Okay, okay."
He hung up the phone. From the type of conversation that had been in progress I was sure that this was our host, the famous Mr. Vanderpool concerning which I'd been hearing so much. Not only did the conversation sound like a financial tycoon, but the man sitting in front of us looked just like the guy in so many of the screwing pictures, only a few years older and with his hair white.
The butler introduced all of us to him. The millionaire smiled and shook each hand individually.
"Glad to know you, Mr. Vanderpool," Cliff said.
"Now son, I don't think we should be that formal," he laughed. "All of you can call me H. S. That's what my close friends call me, and by the time you leave we'll all be close friends."
It was really something to see Cliff awed by anyone or anything. But Vanderpool's reputation, coupled with his money and impressive estate, had apparently earned a lot of respect from Cliff.
"Well, I'll be leaving you good folks with Mr.
sound like a financial Vanderpool," the butler nodded, leaving the room.
"You know, you sure look well hung," Vanderpool remarked to Cliff.
"I get by."
"Reminds me of myself a few years ago."
"Yeah, you had a pretty big one. I could see that from those pictures on the wall."
"Yeah, well mine's as limp as a wash rag now, I'm sorry to say. That's the breaks of the game, but I still manage to do a lot of things. Thank goodness I've still got a nice tongue." Then he looked over me, Jackie and Consuela. "Tell you what. To start things off on a beautiful note why don't each of you folks sprawl out on one of those red lounging couches just behind you and I'll come around and suck every one of you off. That's the best way of getting acquainted I know."
"Yeah, you girls do that," Cliff agreed.
"Well you're in this too, you big basketball stud," Vanderpool exclaimed. "I wanna sink my tongue into that cock of yours. I don't suck too many cocks, and I never did before I became impotent, but every now and then when I run into a real interesting one, like yours, and yours is the biggest I've seen, I'll cross the line and make the queer scene. I don't do it often but I'll gladly make an exception in a case like yours."
"Whatever you say," Cliff nodded.
Cliff then took a position lying on his back in one of the lounging couches, just as the three of us were doing. Vanderpool was certainly anything but handsome at that stage of his life, but there was still a mysterious sex attraction there some- where that turned me on enough to where I wondered what it would be like for him to go down on me.
Since Cliff was in the first couch, that was where Vanderpool started. He kept looking at that prick like he expected it to get up and walk. He was as awed by it as I had been the first time I say it, and it wasn't all that hard to see why. Vanderpool had been a sex connoisseur all his life and anything that much out of the ordinary could be expected to attract his interest.
I watched him drop his head down between Cliff's legs: as he slipped his lean, supple body down on the couch with him. He began by running his fingers slowly over Cliff's balls. Cliff would twitch every now and then, which indicated that the old man was getting to him Gradually he put his fingers to work on the base of Cliff's cock. He would use the fingers of one hand to continue playing with Cliff's nuts, while the other was used to massage his big cock.
"You really know how to put oomph into those finger movements," Cliff gasped.
"They say I have a natural sex instinct."
"I'll say you do."
He kept those fingers pumping away until Cliff's whole body was moving with every stroke. Then Vanderpool went to work licking his dick. His movements were brisk and thorough, and it didn't take him long before Cliff had his orgasm.
Then he moved to Consuela, who was next. He started out by moving those fingers around inside her snatch. He heated her up just like he had Cliff earlier. Then the tongue went to work, combing her mound effectively. He drove himself at the same brisk pace, determined to taste her.
Once she shot he moved on to Jackie, repeating what he had done to Consuela. Following that success he turned and looked at me. I was lying back, my cunt itching in anticipation of his movements. I liked the interesting way he maneuvered his tongue, and was hoping he'd give me the same kind of thorough treatment.
"You're next," he smiled.
"Sure enough, H.S."
"My but you do have a cute mound. Let me put these fingers around these beautiful tufts of hair."
He did have almost a magical way of moving those fingers around. He slipped them ever so gingerly over my twat, getting me so hot and wet that I could barely stand it.
"Oh, you're nice and wet there," he nodded, pleased that his movements had had such a quick effect.
Up and down and around that tongue applied itself to my hot snatch as my legs trembled. He didn't waste a solitary movement. I wondered just how many pussies he had sucked in his life. The number probably would have been so astounding I wouldn't have even believed it. The guy was so great that even somebody like Cliff could stand in open awe of him.
That tongue of his laced me with great rapidity. Finally my pussy shot, filling his mouth with the juice he had been after. He gave me a little nod of satisfaction when it was all over.
H. S. Vanderpool then walked calmly back to his desk, sitting down behind it and looking at Cliff soberly.
"I have heard that you're quite a man with mares as well as women," he said without so much as cracking a smile.
"I do okay there."
"You're being entirely too modest form what I've heard. I hear you're a real terror when it comes to sticking that stiff cock in there."
"Thanks. I do my best."
"I think I'll give you a chance to prove yourself tonight. I've got one of the most gorgeous young mares you could ever hope to see in my stables in the back. It just loves to be fucked. I only wish my cock was still in operating fashion, 'cause I'd do it myself. Yeah, I've fucked a few horses in my day, but that was some time ago." He picked up the phone and blurted a message into it: "I'd like to have Flaming Lady brought up here right away. Of course you should use the elevator. Yes, I mean that I want the horse in this very room. You've got that straight? Good. Good." He hung up. "You've got to spell everything out for these people. They think there's something so strange about bringing a horse up here for a little fucking. They've got no imagination at all."
A few minutes later the horse was brought up by the butler, who had a strange look on his face, like he could hardly believe that his boss would go quite this far.
"Thank you, Edgar," Vanderpool said to the butler. "I won't need you for a while now."
Edgar the butler took off without the horse and Cliff eyed his latest piece of ass. She was beautiful looking mare with a nice thick coat, and, from the excited expression on his face he was thinking the same thing.
Vanderpool sat back casually and watched the stimulating fuck, never once changing expressions, his eyes glued to the scene with great interest as Cliff's rigid penis tore into the horse's vagina. The horse was sprawled out of the rug, and would shift its weight and rock its body forward to meet Cliff's thrusts.
Cliff shot in p. matter of minutes, after which Vanderpool gave him a favorable nod.
"Yes, the reports were accurate about your cockmanship," Vanderpool said. "Very good. Reminds me of my youth." He got back on the phone. "Edgar. You can pick up Flaming Lady. And on your way you can bring Gustav and Henrietta. Yes, right away please."
The naked well hung butler quickly materialized, so that my curiosity concerning Gustav and Henrietta didn't have to be extended for long. They were two lively German Shepherds that barked and pranced all over the place.
The butler led Flaming Lady away. She was a lot calmer going out than she had been coming in, which meant that Cliff had apparently done a good job of pleasing her.
Now the dogs had center stage and were making the most of it, running around the room as they expended great energy, barking and wagging their tails every now and then.
"You know why they're cutting up so much?" Vanderpool asked us.
"How come?" Cliff inquired.
"Because they have fond memories of this place. They've done a lot of screwing in here. You'll never find two more passionate dogs than Gustav and Henrietta."
"I can believe that," Jackie nodded.
Vanderpool waited calmly until the dogs stopped running around. When they sat down on their hind legs just in front of his desk, equidistant between Vanderpool and us, our host spoke.
"I have been told that one of you young ladies is extremely skilled at canine intercourse," he said.
"Yeah, Carolyn here's real well trained," Cliff pointed toward me with great pride.
"That's good, 'cause I've got just the test for you. Gustav, as you can see, has quite a cock on him."
"That he does," I nodded.
"I'll let him get it warmed up on Henrietta. He always likes to start screwing with her. Then he's ready to take on anybody. My maid and cook are just wild about him. They're young cute gals and really love the way he pours the meat into them."
"I'll be anxious to try him on for size."
"Well, you're gonna get a chance to see him in action right now." Vanderpool suddenly clapped his hands several times. Gustav stood at attention, standing straight and tall, awaiting further orders from his master. "Gustav, fuck Henrietta," he was pointing toward the female dog, "go to her. Fuck her, Gustav, fuck her."
Gustav rammed his nose against his love's asshole. His sense of smell was thoroughly aroused. Then he let his nose get a whiff of her pussy, which also attracted him.
After he got the smelling out of his system, Gustav shot his tongue inside her ass as her body swayed dramatically, enjoying the male dog's movements. Then the tongue shifted to her aroused pussy. He took a few licks. They were of the token preliminary nature, designed more to get her hot than anything else. Henrietta was dying for a screw. She reared his ass back toward him, her cunt ready for penetration. She was speaking to him in the only way that she knew how, making it plain that she wanted him to put his penis to work on her.
The penis slipped inside her as he mounted Henrietta from behind in traditional dog style. I could immediately see what Vanderpool was driving at as Gustav pushed his cock in and out of her, driving himself to passionate heights.
"He's just getting warmed up," Vanderpool told me.
Gustav continued raising the pace until he was rocking back and pumping the meat savagely. Every now and then Henrietta would howl out, showing her appreciation for his sexy movements. He had to be as sexy in the canine world as my lover Cliff was in the human orbit.
"Good boy, Gustav, good boy," Vanderpool encouraged.
The explosion then came as Gustav let loose a deluge inside Henrietta's hot cunt.
"It looks like she got his best fuck," Jackie quipped.
"He'll equal that again. Never fear," Vanderpool confidently predicted.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vanderpool told me to warm up to Gustav gradually, so I followed his advice, biding my time conscientiously.
"That's how my girls handle him," Vanderpool informed, "and they've had nothing but success with him. Matter of fact, one of them even broke up with her boyfriend after she started getting it regularly from Gustav. She told him he just couldn't measure up to her canine lover and the poor guy practically fainted. It was too much for him to take."
I let Gustav lick my face and smell my pussy. Then I finally edged my body down on the rug, assuming the same stance that Henrietta had just a few minutes earlier. We would be doing it dog style with him entering me from the rear.
"I'll give Gustav a little help," Vanderpool got up from behind his desk to aid assistance.
It felt good having that hard rod sink into me slowly but surely. I had envied Henrietta while she was getting it, and there she was sitting over in a corner of the room on her haunches, staring at me, exhibiting the same kind of feminine envy. It isn't as hard to cross the line from canine femininity to womanhood as a lot of people would care to imagine. That was one of the many things I had found out about life since joining forces with Cliff.
I felt the old familiar knotting up inside me, which meant that his hard dong was ready to proceed.
"Oh, I like the fit," I gasped.
"I knew you would," Vanderpool nodded as he walked back to his desk, settling into a relaxed state so he could watch the screwing.
Gustav rammed that penis is far into me as it would go. His movements were potent, his thrusts brilliant. I liked the way that his testicles would slam against my ass with every forward penetration.
I instinctively began flinging my ass backwards to meet his spearing penetrations. Back and forth that hot cock continued to slide as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot movements.
"That dog's too much," Cliff commented.
"Keep it up, Gustav, keep it up," Vanderpool encouraged. "Keep that hot cock in motion. Slam it into her with all you've got."
In and out, in and out, the process continued as I gasped and trembled under the pressure. Yes, Henrietta had it pretty good, getting it regularly from such a hot-cocked stud.
Finally he unleashed a stream of hot juice into my waiting cunt, then everything was still. That huge throbbing penis remained stuck inside me until Vanderpool came over to help.
"I'll get him out of there," our host assured me. "So how'd you like his fuck?"
"Every bit as much as you said I would."
"I knew that would be it."
Vanderpool pried Gustav loose from my cunt. I got up and walked, a little bow-legged for the first few steps, back to the couch and sprawled out comfortably. It was great to know that I had made a good impression on both Vanderpool and his dog.
"You know, Henrietta over there is starving for a little action from one of you," Vanderpool remarked when he got back behind his desk. "Which one of you girls is excellent at sucking?" his eyes riveted on Cliff.
"Jackie's great at that scene," Cliff replied.
"Fine, then why don't we have Jackie go down on Henrietta. That would make Gustav's little playmate feel very happy. Otherwise she'll feel a little left out of things."
"We wouldn't want her to feel like that," Jackie winked at Vanderpool, getting up and walking over to Henrietta.
She began by petting and caressing the passionate female canine, which reacted favorably by running its tongue around her face. Slowly but surely Jackie wound up with her head thrust between Jackie's legs. She attacked her cunt with sweeping back and forth strokes, determined to get the dog off quickly.
Splash by splash the dog came ever closer to shooting. Finally it did, unleashing its liquid contents into Jackie's mouth. Jackie wore a triumphant smile when it was all over.
"Now what're we gonna do for an encore?" Cliff asked with a grin.
"Never fear. I always come up with something." Vanderpool gave him tight-lipped assurance.
After walking over and petting both of the dogs, Vanderpool went back to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Edgar, I'll tell you what I want next," he began sharply. "I want you to bring Edwina and Rose with you this time. That's right, both of them. And on the way out you can pick up those charming canines. Now they've both been satisfied for the night. Yes, things are going well." He put the phone back on its cradle.
Like clockwork precision, Edgar the butler showed up a few brief minutes later. I shrieked the second he walked into the room when I noticed a cobra dangling on each arm.
"Great God, what's that for?" I asked.
"A little fun" Vanderpool replied calmly. "Don't get alarmed, there's nothing to be afraid of. They're both formerly circus snakes and nightclub snakes. They're as innocuous as I am, my dear, but can be a whale of a lot of fun."
"Down," Edgar commanded the snakes sharply as he got into the center of the room.
Obediently they dropped down from his arm and descended quickly to the rug, where they remained perched.
"Have you ever seen anything like their obedience?" Vanderpool exclaimed with a glint of pride in his eye.
"That was really something to see," Cliff exclaimed. "This beautiful young dark-haired lady hasn't participated in anything yet," Vanderpool pointed toward Consuela, who gave him a sheepish look in return, not knowing what to make of things. "I think it's high time that she started. You'll love the snakes, my dear, and they'll both love you."
"What am I supposed to do with them?" Consuela asked.
"For a starter you just stand up and go through a regular topless go-go dancer's routine. They'll slide all around your body and give you all kinds of glowing feelings. At first they'll feel a little i cold on your skin, but gradually you'll become accustomed to them. And when you do you'll find out how charming they can be."
Consuela still looked a little skeptical, as long as timid, as she got up from the couch and stood on the rug. Her legs were trembling just a little, even though she was attempting to act as outwardly calm as was possible.
"Don't be afraid of a thing, my dear," Vanderpool soothed. "This is going to be just pure innocent fun."
Without anyone saying a thing, one of the snakes crawled up Consuela's left leg. Her initial reaction was to flinch slightly, but after it started making rapid strides up her leg she seemed to get used to what was going on.
The second snake began moving up her right leg, slinking ever so slowly as it moved up toward her body.
The first snake wound up wrapping itself securely around Consuela's tits, while the second wrapped itself around her stomach. She looked strange just standing there, with cobras draped around her always beautiful form.
"Okay, my dear, now start dancing, and make sure you shake those tits of yours but good," Vanderpool 's voice became electric with excitement. As a voyeur he could match Cliff anytime. Together they appreciated sex more than any other two men could.
Consuela, who no doubt was getting tired just standing in one place anyway, put her supple body to work wiggling back and forth. The snakes rode right along with her, shifting their forms around her tits and stomach. You could see her gradually turning on to what was happening, and before long that body of hers was wiggling with great rapidity, enjoying every movement.
"See, I told you you'd like it," Vanderpool nodded.
"Damned, I'm getting homey watching that cute ass in motion," Cliff laughed. His hard had swelled to full length. He was ready for some more sex.
"I'll bet you're great at throat-fucking," Vanderpool exclaimed.
"One of the best," Cliff grinned.
"You know what would be a gas? If you throat-fucked this gorgeous little honey while those snakes were draped over her body. She'll be getting the sensations from the crawling snakes while you were ramming your prick into her."
"You talk my kind of language," Cliff nodded.
"There's a wash room right behind you there," Vanderpool pointed toward a tiny cubicle not far from the couches we were lounging on. "You'd probably like to wash the juice out of that mare's cunt off you."
"Sure enough," Cliff assented.
Cliff disappeared into the wash room. I heard the water running. A few seconds later he was back, standing proud and tall in front of Consuela and her snakes. From the looks of the hard he was wearing I knew he was anxious for action.
"Go to it, tiger," Vanderpool lent encouragement.
"That's a delicious looking mouth," Cliff said.
He let his body drop slowly downward, the big cock pointing outward, carrying a message of anxiety with it. While the snakes continued scurrying around on top of Consuela's aroused body hard-cocked Cliff was determinedly forging his way inside her mouth.
He let his huge phallus filter in little by little, driving himself effectively, letting the passions build both within him as well as inside Consuela. Little by little he let cock drop inside her mouth, until he was in a commanding position, rocking his body back and forth fervently and feeding hot prick into her.
"You sure can throat-fuck," Vanderpool laughed commendably. "Yeah, you pump that ass just light."
Cliff stepped up his pace as Consuela's body wriggled to the accompaniment of his efforts. He drove himself searingly, determined to get his rocks off.
He was moving like a piston, pushing ever closer with each succeeding thrust. Finally he let out a huge sigh and the hot juice shot voluminously into her waiting mouth. Stand up, my dear," Vanderpool instructed Consuela after the suck was completed. "Stand very straight. Like a military officer." She followed his advice and the two snakes slithered rapidly down her legs and to the floor. "You see how well trained they are," he smiled with pride. Then he got on the phone again. "Yes, Edgar, you can come and get them. No, nothing more will be necessary."
Edgar came back and picked up the snakes. As they were wrapping themselves around his arms Vanderpool said: "Send Irma up with the champagne," Very good, sir," Edgar bowed. Moments later a dazzling buxom blonde wear-nothing but a beautiful smile walked in pushing a tray containing a magnum of champagne in ice cubes along with some empty glasses.
"Thank you, Irma," Vanderpool smiled, looking at her perfectly formed tits. "Your lover Gustav very passionate tonight."
"Oh, he's always that way. Isn't he a dear?"
"Yes, he is. That will be all for now, my love."
"Yes, sir," she bowed formally, wiggling her cute ass out of the room.
We proceeded to drink all of the champagne quickly as Vanderpool encouraged us to have all we wanted.
"You know, there's plenty more where that came from in our wine cellar," he assured us.
"This is about enough for me," Cliff said.
"Same her," Jackie commented.
"Fine. You be your own judges," Vanderpool said. "Just never let it be said that I treated you stingily."
"No way I'd ever say that," Cliff assured.
"I wanted this" to be a wonderful celebration after a wonderful little sex interlude. I can't tell you kids how much I've enjoyed this evening. It's made me turn back the clock to my own youth. In fact I feel so young now that I'm sure I'll make; another million in the next month or so. I just feeling it in my bones."
When we finished polishing off the champagne Vanderpool called Cliff over behind his desk. He pulled open a drawer and took out a check book, Cliff watched carefully from a standing position as Vanderpool wrote something on a check.
"Is that figure satisfactory?" Vanderpool asked Cliff calmly.
"Is it ever," Cliff gulped. "That's great, wonderful, generous of you. You never said you'd be giving us that much, but I'm glad that you changed your mind."
"I didn't know what a great bunch of people you were, or how much I would like you all before I met you. Now that I have and I've spent such a stimulating evening in your presence my sense of appreciation has been realized. Not only that but I've been thoroughly entertained. I've had a wonderful time of it, thanks to you wonderful people."
"Well thanks for asking us."
"Don't mention it."
Cliff was the closest to speechless that I ever saw him as we were shown to the elevator by Vanderpool personally, who shut the lights off in the recreation room. I I When we arrived on the first floor and exited the elevator our eyes focused on a stimulating sight on the rug. Irma the beautiful blonde was engaged in a vigorous round of sixty-nining with an equally beautiful brunette. They were lost in their own adventures, their bodies wiggling excitedly, as we walked past them and Vanderpool led us to the door.
"Those girls go from dawn till midnight," Vanderpool shook his head. "When they're not taking turns being humped by Gustav you can almost always find them like that, sixty-nining." "It keeps them looking nice and healthy," Cliff said.
"Yes, their bodies are both beautiful, and I'm sure the steady contact coupled with the soft living they get around this place are the important elements. You might not believe this, but every now and then I put my tongue to work on their snatches."
"No fooling?" Cliff laughed.
"I think we know each other pretty well," Vanderpool said.
"We should. We're both so much alike," I said.
He bid us good evening in the doorway. Then we headed back to the car, where our clothes were. We broke into a trot since there was a chilling wind cutting through the air.
Cliff never said a word while he was putting on his clothes. It was like he was still contemplating all that had happened, trying to make sense out of the bizarre yet wonderful evening. It was the first time I ever saw him that thrown over anything.
We got on our clothes, after which he started up the car. The electric gate opened automatically as we passed out of H. S. Vanderpool's enchanting nudist Utopia.
I knew what was on Consuela's and Jackie's minds. The same thing that was bugging me. Cliff had been astonished when Vanderpool handed him the check. The natural reaction would be why? How much was the check worth? That's what was dominating our minds.
It wasn't until Cliff was sailing along the freeway that Jackie finally worked up enough nerve to ask: "How much was that check for, baby?"
"You're not gonna believe this anymore than I did when he showed it to me," Cliff shook his head.
"Try us on for size," I said.
"Okay, girls. This check I'm carrying in my little old wallet is worth fifty thousand smackers."
"No kidding?" Consuela exclaimed. "No kidding. Split four ways, which is the only way I'd handle it since you girls did such a bang-up job, that's twelve thousand five hundred dollars apiece."
"I think I'm gonna faint, from joy of course," Jackie revealed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cliff had the three of us girls meet him over at his place the next day to divide up the money from Vanderpool's generous check.
I could hardly, talk when Cliff casually stuffed twelve one thousand dollar bills and five one hundreds into my hand. I shoved the money into my purse and took off immediately for the bank, where it would go into safekeeping. I was rattled every step of the way, knowing that you could easily get robbed by some stiff if you had five bucks, and that for twelve grand lots of them would kill you.
Once I put the money into my account I was breathing a lot easier. I wiped the tense sweat from my brow and went home, feeling a lot more secure than I had before in my life. Never had I possessed that much money at one time, and even now it was so hard to believe that I expected somebody to pop on the scene at any second and inform me that none of it was true.
But now I had a little security, and all during the ride home it was like I was sitting on a cloud. I had the initial impulse to spend a lot of that money, or at least some of it, on things that I wanted, but I suppressed that urge, knowing that a relationship with Cliff built on the kind of business operation we were in could collapse at any minute. I had the feeling throughout that I was hanging from a thread, that it could all end just as quickly and mysteriously as it had begun. So for that reason I needed to build for the future while I was making big money.
As for my feelings toward Cliff, I was as hot for him as ever. I dreamed about somehow, some way changing his style of living, making him love just me and eventually getting him to marry me. I'd think about those possibilities, then I'd despair, deciding that he just wasn't built that way and there was no way that I or anybody else could change him.
A full week went by after the day that we divided the money up. I didn't hear as much as a word from him, and got pissed off all over again. I would get so hot thinking about him, particularly late at night when it was pitch dark and I was in bed, that I had to run my fingers over my moist mound until I got some satisfaction.
Then after I'd get that temporary satisfaction I'd curse him under my breath for being such an inconsiderate bastard. He couldn't really care much about me to treat me as he did. He'd let all kinds of time go by without me even hearing from him, then all of a sudden he'd emerge on the scene and I'd be so happy to see him that I'd never manifest my grievances in the way that I'd conjure them up in my periods of loneliness.
All I knew was that I was in a bad way when he wasn't around, yet it looked like as long as I knew him romantically it would have to be strictly on his terms, which necessitated a lot of waiting.
One evening I was awakened with a loud insistent rapping on the door. I got scared, wondering if some madman was at the door ready to do me in. I flicked on the light and blinked my eyes open, looking up at the clock near the bed. No wonder I had been so groggy when I awakened. It was a few minutes before three, one hell of a lousy time for somebody to be rapping his fists on the door. The rapping continued, louder and more impatient than before, as I threw on a robe and walked toward the door. My body was trembling and I thought for a second about calling the police. But I decided instead to investigate first.
"Who is it?" I asked, suppressing the desire to bark at the loud, inconsiderate person on the other side of the door for fear of antagonizing him more.
"Open this fucking door. I ain't got all night," Cliff's voice growled impatiently, slurring his words.
I opened the door and stared directly into Cliff's red eyes. I could see the outline of that stiff dick underneath his pants.
"What's the meaning of this?" I asked.
"I'm drunk and horny and want a good piece of ass. Do you mind?" he shoved his way inside.
"I don't suppose it would make any difference if I did," I said, taken aback by his surliness, a trait I had never seen before. Maybe he had been inconsiderate and cocky, but there was a side suddenly emerging that I never knew existed.
"I want a piece of ass," he unzipped his trousers and worked his fingers up and down his dong.
"You've got a lot of nerve bursting in here like this and making all that noise at the door," I informed him curtly. "I do have to live with these neighbors, you know."
"Screw the neighbors. If they don't like it they can move."
"What in hell's gotten into you?"
"Shut up, woman. I'm tired of doing all this talking. I didn't come up her for chit-chat. I came up here to get a good piece of ass. Now are you with me or aren't you?"
"I'm with you." From the menacing was he was looking at me I was afraid to say anything else.
"That's good."
With that he strode right into the bedroom and began pulling off his clothes. All I had to do was slip out of my robe, which I did, sprawling out on the bed.
The prick looked as inviting as ever, but there were tinges of fear that were shooting through me this time that were never present in the past when I had had sex with him.
I didn't like his menacing manner, and wondered if drinking didn't bring out an inordinate sadism in him. I'd seen him drink before, but never to the point where he was red-eyed, like at that moment. There was no telling how much he'd imbibed or over how long a period of time. All I knew was that I didn't like his attitude or manner. He had kept me waiting without a word for a week, and when he did finally come to see me it was to inconsiderately wake me up at a terrible hour of the morning.
He slipped into bed with me, letting his fingers move down to my lush pubic V, which he fondled. Just as I was picking up the rhythm of his graceful movements and had concluded that he was abandoning his hostile ways he grabbed me by my arms, holding tight until I had to cry out.
"Stop that, you're hurting me," I shouted.
"That's tough shit," he spat.
With brutal force he locked one of his steel-like arms around my waist, holding on tight until he had practically sucked all the air out of me.
His mouth dropped down to my nipples, which he sucked greedily. Clamping his mouth over them he suck hard, then bit down on the, feeling their berry-like buds respond. He rolled his tongue and teeth around them as my body flared back and forth to his movements.
I struggled to free myself when it really started to hurt, but he was to strong to fight off, needless to say. His powerful hips ground savagely into mine and I could feel his sharp penis beginning to grind its way inside me.
"Cut out that squirming shit," he said angrily. "But you're hurting me."
"Not as much as I'm gonna be hurting you if you don't knock it off."
Making a strange animal sound he ground those hips into me painfully once more and pumped the meat my way. That hot cock tore into the inner walls of my vagina with all he had. I let out a gasp, which fell on deaf ears. He was enjoying punishing me.
He was driven with a reckless whorehouse abandon as he gripped my legs so tightly that I could hardly move them and drummed that enormous prick in and out of me.
"Now this is fucking," he exclaimed, panting noticeably as he continued picking up the pace, pushing forward speedily.
His massive hardness pushed forward relentlessly, surging inside me, driving his hot dagger with electric swiftness. I let out an occasional gasp, but for the most back I just laid back with my legs spread and took everything he could offer.
"I'm gonna shoot that juice into you," he panted. I "So just hang on and you'll get it. I'm gonna finish this joy ride."
I felt that hard throbbing tip of his cock grinding a steady tune inside me. My buttocks kept contracting, keeping time to his movements. Now the whole thing wasn't hurting as much and I was settling into the exhilarating aspects of the screw.
"Now you're rocking," he nodded, "and I'm gonna spray you."
Several driving forward movements later his trigger popped and his juice filled my itchy cunt. At that same moment my cunt shot, making it an on-target mutual orgasm.
"You're not a bad fuck when you make up your mind about it," Cliff said after it was all over.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That when you stop bitching you can give a guy kicks."
"I wouldn't call it bitching not to want my arms broken." "Oh shit," he said disgustedly.
"Just what in hell's gotten into you?"
"Nothing. I'm just playing if fast and loose."
"You play it very loose," I said with disgust, "so loose that I don't even see you very often."
"Well you're seeing me now," he growled.
"Yes, for the time being, on your terms."
"Oh, so you wanna do the dictating, huh?"
"Not necessarily. It's just that I'd like you to show consideration.
"Shit, I give you the stiffest cock in town and you're crying about consideration. You broads slay me.
"We're not as bad as you crack us up to be. It's just that we've got feelings just like anybody else."
"That's what I go by," a wicked grin surfaced on his lips. "I have feelings and they're in my cock and balls. I got 'em a little before I came over here. I don't know when these feelings are gonna erupt. All of a sudden they're just there. That's the only way I can explain them. You dig? By the time he finished he was raising his voice louder than I wanted to hear it.
"Perfectly clear," I said softly.
He rose quickly from the bed and put on his clothes. Cliff dressed so fast that he reminded me of a fireman getting ready to go off and fight a fire.
"What's the hurry?" I asked.
"I've got other places I've gotta go."
"Where would that be at this hour of the morning?"
"If I thought it was your business I'd tell you," he growled.
That comment made me flinch. I loved the goddamned wretch, no matter what his qualities of the moment were, and consequently being shouted at by him took on far more significance than if it had been anybody else doing the shouting.
"Then go your way and say no more."
"You don't have to be sarcastic."
"Look who's talking."
"You know, you could be replaced. There are all kinds of twats wiggling around, black and white, who would love to have me inside their pants. Just remember that."
"I'm well aware of that."
"Well just keep it in mind, and don't be so damned snotty next time I come up here for a piece of tail."
He stomped peremptorily out of the house and slammed the door good and hard.
I burst into tears and stalked into the kitchen, opening a fresh bottle of vodka.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I spent the next two hours drinking and sobbing. after he left. I remembered how I had met him, and suddenly my mind began recapturing in sequence all that had happened in our short but eventful relationship.
There was that first delightful fuck in my apartment, the same place he had torn into early in the morning and cussed me out in. I could now see that he was a man of greater complexity than the fun loving guy I assumed him to be.
Of one thing I was certain-I couldn't take many outbursts like the one that took place early that morning. I thought a great deal of him and if he couldn't treat me the same way then I'd have to break off our relationship for the sake of both of us.
I finally staggered back into bed, not caring if I slept away the next twenty years. I fell into a deep sleep that was interrupted by another series of loud knocks.
This time I squinted my eyes open and discovered by the clock that it was a few minutes past nine. I figured that it was Cliff again, and tremors of fear rushed through me as I slipped on my robe and walked briskly toward the door.
"Just a minute," I said, still feeling on the exhausted side.
I flung the door open and was just about to voice my second hello of the morning to Cliff when I saw Consuela standing before me. Her eyes were even redder than Cliff's had been, and both sides of her face were bathed in tears. Her face was chalk white and her lips were quivering.
"Consuela. What's the matter?" I asked.
"May I come in?"
Sure. Come in."
I showed her into the living room and she sat down on a chair. Her fingers were trembling.
"You look very upset. Let me fix us both a cup of coffee."
"No, please. I must tell you about something." "Whatever is it?" "It's about Cliff."
"Well, what about him?" a sudden fear gripped me. I was afraid that something awful had happened.
"He's dead," she said in barely more than a whisper.
"Oh, my God," my head fell, then spun around.
Then the tears were falling uncontrollably down both sides of my face.
"It happened just an hour ago."
"How did it happen?"
"He came to my house around five. He said he'd been making the rounds of women he knew to get his rocks off. He was in one of those violent moods that he gets into every now and then, after he's been on a long drinking binge. I'm always scared when that happens. He's just not the same person."
"I know. He was here just a short time before you saw him. We made love and for the first time since I've known him he hurt me. Not only physically but with his words."
"Well, he was the same way with me. After he spent some time in bed with me he asked me to drive him to a bar. By that time he really wasn't in any condition to drive and even he knew it, which was something.
"I drove him to a bar nearby that opens at six every morning. He told me he wanted to be by himself for a while and didn't want me to go in with him. He ordered me to pick him up in an hour." Her eyes narrowed and her voice trailed off noticeably as she finished.
"I was back in an hour. They were putting him in the ambulance with the white sheet over his head. Then I had to talk to the police, telling them everything I knew. It was awful. They told me what had happened.
He had gone in the bar and had double shots of bourbon, four of them right in a row. The bartender had wanted to shut him off at that point but was afraid to.
There was a couple in the bar, the only other people there, a man and a wife.
The wife was very attractive, and right away Cliff was interested in making it with her. He started openly making passes at her. The husband realized that Cliff was pretty bad off and was naturally scared of him, seeing as how Cliff was as big as he was."
"So what finally happened?" I asked.
"This guy knew it was time to cut out, so he played it cool, telling his wife to leave with him. He grabbed his wife by the hand and walked out of there. Well, you know how stubborn and mean he is when he's like that. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. He wanted that woman whether she was married and with her husband or not. He got up from the stool and chased them out into the parking lot.
The second Cliff got outside the bar the poor scared bartender called the police. I don't blame him. He naturally suspected there might be trouble. Well, the bartender went outside into the parking lot to see what was going on. The guy was trying to drive his car out of the parking lot, but there was Cliff fuming and swearing, blocking his way. The guy didn't wanna hit Cliff and tried to go around him."
"But he hit him?" I surmised.
"No, that's not what happened," she shook her head sadly. "The guy managed to move his car around Cliff, but that didn't stop him either. He reached out and opened the door on the woman's side. When he reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist she screamed. Her husband saw what was happening and knew he had to put on the brakes. If he didn't his wife would have tumbled to the pavement. He stopped the car and Cliff jumped inside. Cliff knew he would have to subdue the husband before he could get to the wife so he hit the man on the side of the head." "Did he hurt him badly?"
"He stunned him and the man fell to the floorboard. Then Cliff started tearing off the woman's dress so he could rape her. She was screaming violently and the bartender came running to help. Cliff reached out and kicked the bartender, knocking him to the pavement. But while he was kicking the man the husband recovered enough to reach into the glove compartment and pull out a revolver. He took one shot and drilled Cliff right through the head with it."
"Oh, this is the most awful thing I've ear heard of," my knees went weak and I felt dizzy.
"I was afraid he would die this way. I told him he took too many chances and he told me that he would rather live that way. Once I asked him if he would be willing to risk his life to live that way and he told me that he did it all the time. You know, he was smiling when he said it. It's terrible that he just wouldn't learn."
"Honey, I loved him" I sobbed.
"So did I."
"Did you tell Jackie."
"Yes, just before I came here."
Then we looked at each other and I threw my arms around her. We pressed against each other's bodies like we were the last two people left on earth.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The weeks immediately following Cliff's death were difficult.
His parents flew out from their North Carolina home for the funeral. Then they flew his body back home, where he was buried.
It seemed like such a waste for so handsome, intelligent and rich a man to go that way. He had so much to live for. But in the final analysis it was the very thing that made him so interesting that snuffed out his life-his virility. It's just that it was carried to perverted lengths under the influence of too much drink.
The parents were very sweet, and Cliff's mother made a gift of Hans, the handsome Great Dane, to me after observing how attached the dog was to- ward me. I couldn't help but think that she didn't know the half of it, and if she only knew just how attached he was she would hold a different opinion. Jackie was so broken up that she decided to move to San Francisco and get a job as a cocktail waitress in a nightclub. Consuela remained, and we grew very attached toward each other, moving into an apartment together in West Hollywood. I didn't want to even be in the same apartment after Cliff died because of the memories of him that lingered.
With my twelve thousand dollars in the bank I decided to make myself a constructive start and enroll in college. After all, I had graduated from high school in Cleveland, and with honors yet.
I'm hoping to become a teacher eventually, and you know, I haven't been out with a man since Cliff died. It's like I'm real scared to get involved that way at all. Consuela dates now and then, but most of her big action is either with me or wonderful Hans.
Now I'm just beginning to shake off the tragedy, to carve out a life of my own. I do have a lot of love in my heart for both Hans and Consuela. For instance, just the other night I got back home from the library, where I had been studying, and saw them huddled on the rug looking at television.
A feeling of electricity bolted through me. I wanted both of them at the same time.
"Hello, dear," I gave her a big smile. "I thought you had a date tonight."
"I did," she nodded calmly, "but he was such a boring drip that I had him bring me home right after dinner."
"The evening's not a complete loss, you know."
"No, I suppose it isn't," she gave me a knowing little smile.
"Give me a few minutes to grab a quick shower and I'll see you in bed. And bring Hans along." "Of course," she winked.
I let the warm body soak to my skin and washed myself thoroughly. I wouldn't be anywhere but at my best for my two lovers.
The lights had been dimmed by Consuela as she lay in the bed, that olive skin sparkling. She looked very lovely. Hans was sprawled out in bed next to her. He looked handsome and majestic, as usual.
"You have such a beautiful body," Consuela exclaimed.
"I feel the same way about you. And about Hans."
"Of course. Hans is very sexy."
Hans wagged his tail as I climbed into bed next to Consuela. I reached out and gripped Consuela's breasts firmly, letting my fingers manipulate smoothly over them.
"So nice, so nice," I whispered.
I reached out and let my tongue find its way inside her earlobe. It flicked in and out as she moaned erotically. Her beautiful form began rotating from side to side and her lips reached out and plunged against mine. Now we were both breathing heavily, enjoying our bodies.
As for Hans, he wasn't about to be denied. His long tongue began slurping inside my asshole, which aroused me all the more. With that extra impetus going I let my tongue probe inside Consuela's ear all the more excitedly.
"I love you," Consuela whispered.
Once more her lips found mine. They melted against each other. While the lips remained fervently united I let my fingers roam over her hot breasts as she sighed.
Picking up the change in tempo, always sensitive Hans moved his tongue more spiritedly inside my ass. My hips were rotating and my breath was coming more heavily. The sex tempo in all three of us was building.
Hans switched his tongue movements dramatically from my asshole to my twat. It felt fantastic having him slurp away between my two hot legs. My hands ran up and down Consuela's hot ass, which was flipping back and forth.
My cunt heated up with each additional round of sucks from Hans' blazing tongue.
Next thing I knew my tongue was going to work licking the insides of Consuela's thighs. I kept working my way upward toward her furry mound. My ultimate target was that delightful V between her voluptuous legs.
"Eat me, my darling," she gasped. | I went to work on her twat, nibbling in the beginning to get her even more steamed up. The more I nibbled the more frantic her body twisting became.
"I like it, eat me," she gasped.
And while I was going down on her moist twat my own mound was being besieged by Han's stiff movements. He worked his tongue fervently as I enjoyed every delightful probing suck.
I started shooting like gangbusters. I came once, twice, then three times. All the while my tongue was manipulating itself with brisk effectiveness over her hot mound.
Then she started reacting the same way that I was under the impetus of Hans' sucking efforts. She shot once, which made me all the more eager to receive a second explosion. It came shortly thereafter. Then there was a third followed by a fourth.
By the time we were finished with our suck I had shot five times and so had Consuela.
"You have a very sweet cunt," I ran my fingers through her hair and smiled.
"You have a very talented tongue."
"It rises to the occasion where eating you is concerned. And besides, Hans was giving me a good ride with his tingling tongue."
"He's such a good guy. I think I'd like to eat him."
"Go right ahead."
"I will."
Her head plunged down between Hans' legs. Her fingers went to work on his dick. His tail wagged with delight and he licked his lips as she went to work in earnest.
I decided to give her some added support, in the same way that Hans had given it to me, through sucking. This time I felt like letting my tongue roam around that cute asshole. The second that I made initial contact with her she let out an erotic gasp. Then her tongue went to work on Hans' hard prick.
Up and down her head bobbed, her hair flying in the self-generated breeze as she sought to receive an explosion. She kept it up, spurred on by my steady ass sucking, until Hans shot in her mouth.
The fucking had stimulated me to the point where I wanted Hans' stiff rod inside my snatch.
"I wonder if he's got enough left for me," I looked at Consuela.
"You know he does. Do you wanna blow him?"
"No, I want him up my cunt."
"He's always happy to oblige."
"That he is."
I reached out and pumped up and down on that beautiful phallus. It looked so tempting the way that it was sticking out at me. While I pumped on it Consuela put her fingers to work feeling my tits, probing with soft, smooth movements.
I settled back, spread my legs, and fitted Hans' hot prick inside my snatch. He locked and I swooned, feeling his hot manhood inside me. Then he started rocking forward, pushing his prick around inside, causing me to rock my body back and forth.
Consuela continued running her fingers over my breasts as the hot fucking continued. Then she dropped her tongue inside my mouth and we Frenched.
Seconds after we began Frenching I orgasmed for the first time. Her tongue continued probing mine. They remained locked passionately while my cunt continued receiving Hans' hot thrusts.
It felt extra good to have him pump the meat to me and feel his balls bounce against the back of my ass.
Back and forth the frenzied movements persisted as he sought to finish the job he had started.
Consuela removed her tongue from my mouth and let it slide in a pool of saliva down to my breasts, which she sucked. She sucked and nibbled while the steady fucking pace continued.
"Fuck me, Hans, drive your cock inside me," I begged, enjoying each and every forward push.
The crescendo continued to build until he climaxed. I let out a sigh as the juice sprayed all over me.
"Now do you feel better?" Consuela asked. "Yes. I needed a fuck like that." "You just lie there. You've been busy studying. I will put Hans in the other room." "Thank you."
She took Hans into the other room and rejoined me in bed. We cuddled up next to each other, as we often did before going to sleep. Sometimes we'd talk for hours from that position.
"I feel so confident when I'm around you," I ran my fingers gently through her hair.
"We make each other feel very good."
"Now I'm really beginning to feel alive again."
"So am I."
We didn't have to explain anymore to each other. We didn't have to mention Cliff's name. We had hovered in sadness in the weeks and months that followed his death, but now we were finally beginning to rise above the tragedy. We were developing our own lives, as the fun-loving Cliff that we loved so much would have wanted.
I was proud of Consuela. She was going to night school twice a week in hopes of becoming a private secretary. In the meantime she worked days in a Mexican restaurant as a dancer. I was confident that she would become a success in life.
Then, in the quiet moments immediately preceding sleep, I got to thinking about those two exhibitions I participated in with Cliff. I remembered that bizarre but fascinating evening we spent at H.S. Vanderpool's home entertaining him.
Consuela and I earned between us twenty-five thousand dollars that evening for a few sex acts. It seemed like something that happened eons ago, but our futures Were wrapped around the money we had made that evening.
I wondered if I would ever find another man that could take Cliff's place, then it dawned on me that that could never happen. Cliff had something that made him unique and it would be naive of me to expect his certain uniqueness to appear in another man.
My best prospects for future happiness hinged on keeping an open mind and looking for somebody I could love and respect.
But even if I didn't I still had a sexy Great Dane and a beautiful Mexican girl who were more than happy to make love to me anytime.
