Jeff read the note again, unable to grasp the enormity of what he was reading:
"My beloved Jeff-
I'm writing this to you because I love you. This is the last time I'll trouble you with my love. Today, when I thought of you being down at Juvenile and in this awful shameful mess, I had to admit the truth to myself at last-it was my fault. You know what I mean! I can only say, I'm really sorry-sorry I must give you further grief because I don't want to pain you anymore than I have already. But, this will end all pain, and if you'll just forget that I ever lived, you'll be much better off! But, if you can't forget-try desperately to remember just one thing-I did love you, son, with all my heart!
Always, Mom"
"Jan," he said nervously, "I-I've got to be by myself a little while-okay?"
His sister nodded. She understood, as her brother walked out of the house by himself. He tore the note up into a handful of tiny pieces, and tossed it to the wind, watching it as the small pieces of paper, fluttered away in a swift gust of night breeze.
Jeff knew that the hurt he felt in his heart wouldn't instantly vanish. It was deep, troubling, and tormenting. Who could share his terrible anguish? If he told any of his friends, they would ridicule him, despise him. And, so he decided there was only one thing to do-begin again in another city. He'd tell Jan about it when he got back home, and see what she had to say.
He looked in the houses as he walked down the quiet street that night, and the warm glow of their lights on in the living room, appealed to him. He wished he could suddenly be transported into another family, another home, another life. But, all this was fantasy, and the cruel reality of what he faced impinged upon his dreams.
Going back home late that night, he went to his bedroom, and quietly undressed. As he slid into bed, he noticed someone was beside him, under the covers his sister Jan.
Jan pressed her naked breasts against her brother comfortingly, whispering, "Let me warm you up, baby!"
"I could stand some loving," he told her. "I need something beautiful to help me forget."
As he spoke to her, he reached down to guide himself into her. Slowly, he slipped his penis into her warm, moist vagina, and she wrapped her arms lovingly about him.
"Oh, baby, we need this-now that Mom is gone. It doesn't mean we can't be lovers. Oh, darling, I love you so much."
It did seem strange to Jeff to be grieving like this, having sex with his sister-after Mom's awful death.
Yet, in a larger sense it seemed like the wisest way to forget death, celebrating life. And what better way to celebrate life than having sex with sister?
"You don't know how excited it makes me to feel your throbbing penis sliding up me," Jan panted, as he pushed it into her. "Oh, brother-never stop fucking me! Never! Never!"
Passionately, the two of them clung to each other. They were healing the sorrow that had surged through them ever since Mom left them behind.
Jan's hands slipped over his buttocks, and massaged them.
"Your hands feel good on me," he smiled at her. "Oh, baby, I love it when you do that to me."
Indeed, he did enjoy it, and she knew it from the way he thrust himself into her.
"Give it to me," she begged Jeff, and brushing her bosoms across his chest, she smiled up at him. She loved the intensity, the passion written across his face. He always was like this when he was drilling her. His jaw would hang slack, his eyes would remain serious, and he would ram it to her, almost without expression, as if hiding the joy inside himself.
Yet, the hard, driving cock thrusts told the story, and he was enjoying that immensely.
"Fuck me-ohhhh, ahhhhh, yes, baby, yes, baby-fuck my cunt. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before. Ohhh, you never gave it to me so good ... lover baby, sock it to me!"
Passionately, they struggled to obtain the ultimate orgasm. Jan knew her brother always enjoyed it when she'd slip a finger up his ass-hole, and so she stabbed his behind, and this almost drove him out of his mind.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes-yes, baby, fuck-fuck-fuck it," she urged him on. Bending over, he pressed his mouth on hers, and soon they were Frenching.
As their hot tongues lashed against each other, they got hotter, and hotter, and Jeff knew he was going to explode soon. Ramming it into the hilt, he finally cut loose with a juicy load of sperm.
"Ahhh, ohhhh, yes, yes," he groaned in delight, as the juicy load of cum shot inside her. She squeezed his penis in her cunt muscles, rejoicing in his hot load.
"Oh, baby-does that ever feel fantastic," he told her excitedly. "Oh, wow-I really like that!"
She peppered his face with kisses, now and then letting her hot tongue lash his face excitedly. When, Jeff slipped out of her, he got up and went to the bathroom. Returning, she lay there, the moonlight coming through the venetian blinds making a pattern across her naked body.
"Oh, lover-you're so gorgeous," he smiled, "We've got to do something about us."
"I've been thinking about that too," she said, "You're out of high-school now, and we can't stay on in this big old house. Now that Mom isn't with us anymore, we don't need all this space."
"And I can't stand being here-where Mom has been. Everywhere I turn, there are reminders."
As Jeff sat down on the bed, Jan came over and rested her head on his thigh.
"Oh, honey-I know what people think about us. It's unforgivable to have sex the way we do-"
"I know," Jeff said softly, and then he saw her hand, dipping down to massage his testicles.
"You like those nuts?" he smiled at her, as she seemed fascinated with them.
"Sure, I do," she grinned, "They're sweet suckin' nuts!"
"Alright, honey-lick them-I won't make a fuss!" Jan moved in closer, and she brushed her chin against his now erect penis, as she moved down to let her tongue lick on his testicles. And then, gently opening her mouth, she took both balls in her mouth at once, and sucked on them. It was a beautiful moment, for her as she felt the weighty balls wiggling inside her mouth. And for Jeff, he loved this intimate contact. The way his sister loved to lick around his genitals intoxicated him. Sure, he'd had other women suck his nuts, eat his dick, and play with him. But, this was the best sex he'd ever had, and he knew it.
"Eat my prick," he finally blurted. "Go ahead, honey-eat my juicy joystick!"
Jan gripped her brother's proud, erect penis, and slowly, she let her tongue steal along its surface, capping the head of it with her mouth, and then she sucked passionately.
Jeff couldn't help but marvel at the skill she displayed in the cocksucking department. Whether her improvement depended on skill, or whether it came as a result of practice-makes-perfect, he didn't know or care. But, what he did care about, was watching her.
She enjoyed slipping her mouth off it for a moment, and teasingly allowing her tongue to lick its underside, and then suddenly slipping her mouth over it.
Next, she's suck with strong, hard sucks, followed by manipulation of the testicles with her fingers. And this was accompanied by a steady, rhythmic sucking, focusing the action primarily on the head of the shaft.
As the lower-lip would drag over the head of it, he could feel it quiver, and it would flip him out of his mind.
"Ah, ohhhhh-yes, sister-suck my meat," he'd tell her. "Suck, suck-suck it, hot mouth, suck my prick!"
She knew how to give him the tingling sensations he desired so much, and no doubt about it, the fact she loved her brother contributed no small measure to her making her cocksucks something special.
The hot penis stabbed forward, and she felt it reaching to the back of her throat. This drove her out of her mind.
And when Jeff had her hot like this, he liked to reach out, grabbing her head, guiding her over his hard, thrusting rod.
"Yes, yes, baby," he smiled, "Suck that juicy prick! Eat it, eat that dick-sweetheart-eat that prick!"
Guiding her, added to her pleasure of servicing her brother. She loved the feel of his dominant hands on her head. It added immensely to her passionate pleasure in the thrilling act.
Her eyes closed, her mouth sucked in, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer now. She even enjoyed the aroma of his sweaty loins. In fact, there was nothing about her brother's genitals, she found disturbing. It all seemed beautiful, because her wild love, bathed their every act in a glow of beauty.
"Eat it," he said evenly, watching carefully. "Eat my dick, sister-eat it for me-ohhhhh, ahhhh-yes, girl, eat my prick!"
With one hard jab, he suddenly exploded in her mouth. She sucked with everything in her, to give Jeff the suck of his life. And then, the hot sperm shot out of his penis, hurtling down her throat.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh-yes-yes, that's it," he grunted, "Eat my cock!"
Indeed, she did eat it for him, and as she swallowed the sticky sperm, it was as if she was swallowing Jeff himself. And, Jeff felt the passionate pull of her mouth on his organ, licking, loving him, as her hands grasped his buttocks, enjoying him completely.
When she slid off him, with a wry smile on her face, she grinned up at him, "You taste good!"
"You suck good," he nodded knowingly.
They held each other, and finally fell asleep. When Jeff stirred in the bed he noticed his sister was gone. Then he heard her in the shower. He got up and went to the bathroom, and urinated while she finished showering.
"Hi, big brother," Jan called out, "How are you today?"
"Horny," he replied.
"Well, just forget all this fucking-we've got things to do today-"
"What's more important than fucking?" he laughed.
Stepping out of the shower, Jan looked resplendent with the water on her body, giving her a glistening, pink glow.
"I think we should make plans to move-alright?"
"Alright," he agreed soberly, "I can't clear out of this place too fast-"
"I can't either," Jan admitted. "All I want to take are a few clothes. Not everything-just some things, and my radio, and my portable TV. That's all!"
"I wouldn't care if I left everything," Jeff admitted, "But I guess I should be realistic about it. I need clothes. I don't want to buy a lot of little things I've got that would cost me a lot of money if I had to rush out and start buying little things all over again."
"Give me a kiss," Jan smiled.
Jeff walked over and lightly kissed her cheek.
"That's not a kiss," she complained.
"Jan," he insisted, "We've got so much to do-we can't kiss all the time."
"One real kiss," she demanded, "Please, baby!"
Even though Jeff didn't like displaying this much passion, he felt it might be a very good idea to satisfy his sister for he knew she must be grieving too.
"Where do you think we should go?" he asked, when he finished giving her a scorcher of a kiss.
"Back to bed," she laughed.
"I'm serious," he said, "Where should we go?"
"I'm serious too," she threw her head back, and walked naked back to the bed.
As she lay there on the bed, her alluring breasts being massaged in a particularly tantalizing manner, she did everything in her power to turn him on.
Reaching down, she slowly massaged her vagina.
"You are tempting me," he said softly. "I hope I am," she replied. "Come over here, brother!"
"It's not safe to come closer," he told her flatly.
"Come on," she giggled, "See if you dare!"
"I'm afraid you've got too much beauty for my balls," he smiled, "See what you're doing to my third leg."
"Is that bad?" his sister asked, shrugging, and now spreading her legs, slowly, sensuously, allowing him a better view of her genitals.
"Yes, it is bad," he said, "Bad-when I've got to get my brain straight. I'm all fouled-up, since-you know, baby, life got twisted for all of us, and we shouldn't go on."
Suddenly, Jan sensed what her brother was trying to tell her. The discovery of their wild affair had apparently given Jeff so much guilt, he didn't want to continue. But, she had some other ideas.
"You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?" she asked, the hurt telling in her voice.
"I-I don't know what I'm going to do," he said, "Can't you just leave me alone."
Jeff turned. Naked, he walked over to the dresser, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw his vigorous, healthy chest, his trim waist, his firm, round buttocks, and glanced down at his erect penis.
Jan knew he wanted to ball her, but something held him back. What words she could use-to seduce him back to bed, she didn't know.
CHAPTER TWO
Turning, Jeff walked naked over to Jan, grasping his penis in his hand.
"This is what you want-isn't it? My eight and a half inches of prick?"
His sharp, harsh words cut through her like a knife. She bent over, the tears surfacing, and spilling on her naked body.
"Well, admit it. I'm just a stud-service. You're oversexed, little sister, and you want me to give you your kicks. And for this, you'd wreck my whole life!"
"No, no," she sobbed, and then she turned over, and cried as if her heart would break. When Jeff saw how upset he'd made her, he did feel guilty.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached over to her, and stroked her back, "Oh, honey-I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest to God, I didn't mean to hurt you, but baby-I don't want to grow up and be some sex-freak people make fun of."
"Nobody is going to make fun of us," she insisted, "We'll go to the biggest city in the country-New York, and we can change my last name, and they won't know we're brother and sister. We can shack up together, just like all the other fuckers."
"But, we'd know," Jeff insisted, "We can't ever run away and hide from ourselves."
Jan thought for a long moment, and then an idea surfaced in her thoughts.
"Here's what we ought to do," she replied, "We ought to be honest with each other at last."
"I'm trying to be honest," he insisted, "I wish you would try too."
"Are you, really?" she smirked, a strange, accusing look appearing suddenly on her frustrated face.
"Yes, baby, I am trying like hell," he gritted his teeth nervously. c
"First, let me ask you something," his sister began, "Do you enjoy having sex with me? And, tell the truth!"
"Yes," he replied, "I do!"
"Then, what's wrong with it-we're not hurting anybody, as long as nobody knows."
"Well, you've got a point there," he admitted, and his sister continued the argument, "Then, luv-why don't we go away to New York City where we could have a lot of fun-together!"
"But what about Aunt Helen?"
"What about her?" Jan asked coldly.
"She would feel awful if we just split, and didn't keep in touch-wouldn't she?"
Shaking her head, and allowing a small smile to surface at the corners of her mouth, she said, "I think Aunt Helen would figure good riddance. Do you realize what we've done to our family reputation-you're very, very wrong if you think Aunt Helen gives a damn."
"But-what about me?" Jeff continued the debate, "I might find some other chick I wanted to ball. You'd get jealous if I brought her back to our place."
"I love you too much to get jealous," she assured him, "If going out with a gang of chicks, and banging every one of them will make you happy-do your thing!"
"Now, that's the way I like to hear you talk, baby doll," he smiled, "It isn't that you don't turn me on, sis-it's just that a lot of other chicks do too."
"I understand," she replied.
As he looked at her lying naked on the bed with her bottom so well shaped and appealing luring him on, he reached over and patted her shapely behind.
"You want it from the back door?" she asked quietly. Jeff nodded, an embarrassed smile surfacing.
"Go ahead," she insisted, "I want you to do whatever you want to-that would make me happy!"
"Alright," he told her, and then he went to the bathroom, and got a bottle of baby oil, and came back with it in his hand.
"Lube me too," she smiled, as she saw him opening the bottle, and using some on his penis. It didn't take him long to get himself prepared to enter her.
"On all fours, fucker," he chuckled, the idea of giving her anus a good screwing appealing to him more every moment.
She got on all fours, and then he thrust his penis into her buttocks. Slowly slipping it between the ass-cheeks, he gradually brought it to her tight anal ring. That moment of unpleasant expectation made Jan shiver.
"Go ahead," she told him, "Don't keep me in suspense!"
And then, grasping her buttocks firmly, he rammed his penis past the anal ring, and into her tight anal channel. He liked the way she accepted him, and she loved the feel of his hard, long rod inside her.
Bending over, he felt her breasts, and running his right hand down to her vagina, he kept playing with her there, while he rammed it to her ass-hole.
"Fuck me," she urged him on, "Ohhh, yes, Jeff, baby! I love it when you drive it up my ass-hole. Fuck it, fuck it!"
Jeff enjoyed the multiple action; he enjoyed the feel of his throbbing male member gliding up her hot ass-hole, and he loved the excitement of feeling of her breast, gripping it excitedly, while his other hand fingered her clit, bringing her close to climax too.
"Oh, yes, brother," Jan panted, Feel me there! God, right there-ohhhh, yes, you-know just how to use your fingers on me, Jeff. Ohhh, ahhh-I love it! Fuck my ass-hole! Fuck it for me, fuck it!"
Jeff indeed liked the fact his sister wanted him to stab her, hot twisting ass-hole all as much as he wanted to do it to her. And he kept his throbbing male member stabbing up there until he knew he was about ready to get his rocks off. Pinching her nipple, as it became more erect, and utilizing his fingers most effectively, he knew he didn't have long to wait to bring her to a scorching climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, baby, fuck it-fuck it," she urged him on until finally the big explosion came. The hot cum flashed up her ass-hole, and Jeff rammed it in up to the hilt, his weighty testicles jiggling on her behind.
"Squeeze the juice out of my dick," he told his sister, "Ohhh, yes, baby, yes-that's it, don't stop now!"
She had become so extremely excited by this moment, that she climaxed too, and the sticky juices were all over his fingers.
"Ohhhh, beautiful, beautiful," she panted, as the pleasure nearly overpowered her. "Wild-baby-wild!"
They didn't pull apart until Jeff had finished spurting his load into her, and then, he slowly pulled himself out, and she lay down, relaxing after a marvelous sexual interlude.
"You see how we fit?" she smiled, "Wasn't that great?"
Smiling at his sister, Jeff whispered, "You're a super-fucker!"
"Thank you," he nodded. And then, he lay back and rested a few moments, thinking about all the things he had to accomplish before they could make the move.
"What about the house-and the furniture?" he asked Jan.
"I think we should go and talk to Aunt Helen about all this," Jan suggested. "If Aunt Helen knew how eager we are to split this scene-she would help us out-I hope!"
"Alright, I'll go see her," he said, "And I don't think I should wait too long."
"Go right away," she smiled, "And, I'll stay here and pack."
"Okay," he replied, "And I should go to the bank and take out what little money I have."
"Mom didn't have a cent to her name when she died," Jan said quietly, "She only had loans."
"I know."
"Well, honey, you go along and see Aunt Helen-"
"What if she asks where we're going?"
"That's right-well, for now, let's tell her New York, and we'll give her a box number. That city is so big she could never find us. So, don't worry!"
"I'm not worrying," Jeff smiled, "I just want to do the right thing. It's important I don't goof up."
"You're so right," she smiled nervously, "We don't ever want anybody to know about us again. Brother and sister sex acts aren't exactly common, I guess."
"No, I guess not. At least people who do it keep it quiet-so nobody finds out."
"like we'll do," she insisted.
"Right," he nodded. And then, Jeff went to the closet, and picked out his clothes and got dressed. Jan lay there, relaxing, still sprawled naked across the bed.
"So long, sis," he called to her, as he walked out the door.
"Good luck, Jeff," she smiled. And as Jeff turned to look at her, he could almost see his Mom in his sister. Their voices, their faces were so much alike.
Then, he hurried downstairs, went out to his car and drove downtown to the bank. He wore his sun glasses as he felt as if everyone was looking at him. With such strange feelings going through him, he was only too glad to get out of town as fast as he knew how.
The teller at the bank instantly recognized him, and when he withdrew the money, she tried to smile, and be friendly, saying, "Good luck to you!"
And the pathetic way she looked at him tortured him so much, he wished she's said nothing.
"So long," he said, "Take care."
Again, as he got in his car, he recognized Jerry Miller from high-school. Jerry lived just down the street, and they used to be great buddies, attending sports events together. Jerry didn't even speak, and again, this cut like a knife.
Apparently, he had heard about the sordid sexual involvement too. It bugged him. He decided he'd go right over and speak to Jerry in spite of his coldness toward him.
"Hi, there," he began, and Jerry acted as if he hadn't heard him.
But, Jeff became more angry every moment.
"Aren't you speaking?"
Jerry didn't so much as glance his way. He got in his car, backed out, and drove out of the lot, and never said a word. Jeff stood there stunned, hurt, and finally fully aware of what his sister meant about moving.
He got into his car, and with new determination drove off. Too late, he realized that the one mistake he made when he decided to have sex with his mother, had changed his life forever. Life is never the same again, he thought sadly, and I've got nobody to blame but myself.
CHAPTER THREE
When he went to his Aunt Helen's, it was apparent to him, she was giving him the cold shoulder too.
"Yes," she said coolly, as she answered the door.
"I want to talk to you-"
"About what, Jeff?" she asked curtly.
"Do you mind if I come inside?" he asked crisply, "I don't want everybody in town to hear about it."
"Alright," she agreed, and then opening the door slowly, she let him into her house.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"No, of course not," she replied, "What's on your mind?"
"A lot," he said grimly, "Jan and I are getting out of here. We want you to sell the place for us. And, you're welcome to any of Mom's things you want."
Now, Aunt Helen's face brightened a bit.
"That's nice of you to think of me," she smiled, but still he detected she despised him.
"Well, we want to shake the dust off our shoes from this town. We'd only get the cold shoulder after what happened."
"People will talk," Aunt Helen observed, "It's too bad, and I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do about it now, you know, that, don't you, Jeff?"
"All too well," Jeff said tensely. "This may shock the hell out of you, but Mom and I were in love."
"I wish you wouldn't bring the memories back to haunt me," she insisted. "Let the past bury itself-please!"
"Alright," he said tensely, "but dammit-I can't help it if I get turned-on-can I?"
"I think you can," she said tightly. "Everyone has to learn some kind of control."
"How do you control love?"
"How do you define love?" she turned on him.
"I can see we don't have much in common to talk about," he told her flatly. "I might as well cut out."
"Before you do-why don't you give me at least something in writing so I can begin selling off the house, and depositing what I get from it in an account for you."
"Alright," he told her, and hastily scrawled out a note. "I guess that should do it."
Aunt Helen glanced at the note, and biting her lip said, "Good luck to you and your sister!"
"Thanks," he said, shrugging and turning, walked away from her, and out of her life. When he got back to the house, Jan was waiting for him.
"Did you get the money? Did you talk to Aunt Helen about us leaving?"
"Relax," he said seriously, "I got the money, and I've authorized Aunt Helen to sell the house and whatever money there is in it for us, she is supposed to deposit in an account with our name on it. I hope it works out."
"Everything goes," Jan smiled, "You know, darling, I hate to live one more night in this place."
"So do I," Jeff said softly, "But we don't have reservations."
"Do we need them?"
"I'm afraid we do," Jeff said, "but we can always check. It wouldn't hurt anything-would it?"
"No, it wouldn't," Jan said, going to the phone. To both of them it was a happy surprise that they could make a late night flight if they wanted to leave then.
"That's okay with me," Jeff said, smiling enthusiastically. "Anything, just to scram out of here-I'm sick of it around here."
"Good, we'll leave-eleven p.m. Fine! We'll pay for our tickets then. We have cash."
Hanging up the phone, she was so happy, she danced about the room. "Oh, isn't that wonderful! We can go. Oh, I'm so happy."
"So am I," Jeff said.
They went out for dinner, went home and finished packing, and at nine-thirty took the airport bus to the air terminal. And then, they hopped on the plane, and took off. They both were so exhausted from all the work they'd gone through to get ready to go that they slept most of the way to the big town. But, when the pilot announced, "We are now landing in New York City, the time is four o'clock in the morning, and the temperature is sixty-five degrees," they glanced out the window to see the gaudy panorama of lights spread out below. The city looked beautiful to them both and they couldn't wait to get off the plane and see it for themselves.
It didn't take long after the plane had landed for them to walk out of John F. Kennedy Airport, and take a bus downtown to the Mid-Town Terminal. As they rode past the skyscrapers in the early morning hours, Jan smiled at her brother, "I think I'm going to like it here."
"I know I will," Jeff smiled, "Let's go down to the Village after we park our stuff in a locker."
"I'd love that," Jan nodded. And so, when they'd safely put their things in a locker, they stumbled down the streets of New York in the early dawn, marveling at the towering skyscrapers on all sides, enjoying the never-ending rows of buildings. Finally, they came to Greenwich Village, and Washington Square
Arch.
"Oh, it's beautiful here," Jan exclaimed, "This is where we must live."
"I like it too," Jeff. assured her, as they walked through the Washington Square Arch, and over toward the Village.
"These apartments are old, but they're all so colorful, and so interesting," she smiled, "I love it here!"
Finally, they found one brownstone which had been fixed up with paint, and shutters, and Jan said, "This is where I'd love to live."
"Maybe we can-when we find out how much they charge. First, let's have some breakfast-do you see anyplace?"
"Why not over there at that quaint little coffee house?" Jan suggested.
And so the two of them went over to the coffee house and ordered breakfast. It didn't take long to get served and they both had to marvel at how fast the waitresses in New York City were.
"We try to get you in and out," the skinny waitress chuckled. "You kids new here, I guess."
"Yes, we just got in this morning," Jan smiled. "And I think I'm going to like it here."
"No, you won't-but you'll probably stay," the waitress laughed, wiping off the counter. "I came here myself back when I was a young girl. I was going to be an actress!"
"Did you ever make it?"
"For a while I did," she said, looking off as if remembering something very painful, "and then-it ended just as suddenly as it all began, and I've never been back on Broadway."
"Do you still act?" Jeff asked, interested, "I'd like to come and see you perform if you do."
"I belong to the Park Players," she smiled, "A group that meets once a week over near Washington Square, and now and then I get a bit or a walk-on, but who wants you when you lose your looks?"
"You still look nice," Jan smiled comfortingly.
"No, I don't," she laughed, "All this crappy work makes a wreck out of you. I know it better than anybody, but what are you going to do when you have to keep on, keeping on?"
"What's your name?" Jan smiled, "I'd like to have you as my first friend I met in New York City."
"Hey, Terry-get down here," the boss called out, noticing how long she'd been standing there talking to the kids.
"See, they like me here. My name is Terry, honey. Take it easy, baby-and drop by and see me when you're in the neighborhood."
They went out of the place, and as they walked along the strange streets of the Village when the sun began bathing them with a warm, summery glow, Jeff said, "I guess this city is really a wonderful place to live."
"I love it," Jan nodded.
After spending a few hours looking for a place, they decided on one apartment, and when the landlady asked if they were married, Jeff said yes.
Later, Jan asked her brother, "Do you think we did the right thing by telling the landlady we're married?"
"I think it was the best thing to do. Then if people see us together and wonder why we're living together they'll never catch on."
"You mean that we're brother and sister-and in love!"
"Right," he replied, and when they'd finished arranging things in the apartment, he said, "Honey, I'm horny!"
Jan pretended not to care about his comment, but he wasn't going to let her get by that easily. He simply unzipped his pants and sat down on the sofa, parting his legs conveniently so she could see him easily.
"Crawl to me, baby-and I'll give you eight and a half inches of the best dick you ever sucked on."
"And why should I crawl?" Jan laughed.
"So I can watch you," he said evenly.
Without saying another word, Jan showed how much she cared for him, and began the long crawl across the room. When she got to the sofa, and his parted legs, she reached up.
"Feed me, brother-feed me!" :
At this point, he patted his thigh, and said, "Up here, come on up here, cocksucker. Got something for you-nice and juicy."
As if hypnotized, she looked at the throbbing penis. And then he pushed it to her lips. Opening her mouth, she slowly let her brother slip it inside her.
Her hot tongue lashed the meaty head, and she slowly sucked on it, building up a steady, rhythmic pace. Jeff threw his head slowly from side to side, as the passionate pleasure of her sucking excited him.
"Eat me, sister, eat my prick," he begged her. "Ohhh, ahhh yes, yes, suck my dick! Ahhh, ohhhh, eat it, eat it up," he panted as he pushed it to her.
The hot sperm shot down her throat, and she felt his hands pressing down on her head. She loved the feel of his finger-tips as she pushed harder, and harder.
"Oh, wow-suck that juicy prick! Suck it, sis, suck it for me!"
Why his own sister could produce such fantastic sensations in his body was something he couldn't figure out. But, he had to admit it because it was true. She had a way of doing him like no other dame had ever done him. And he enjoyed it.
"Let me slide it all the way down-there's more baby, more where that came from!"
When only his weighty testicles remained outside her lips, he knew he'd gotten it as far down there as he could.
"Ahhhhh, baby, I'm making it again," he groaned in delight, as he felt the juices surfacing in his penis once more. She sucked diligently, giving him the supersuck, she alone could give him-because she adored him, both as brother and lover.
Watching her cheeks pull in, seeing her eyes closed in her sexual ecstasy, all added to the magnificent moment he was enjoying now.
Past a certain point, the pleasure ceased, and the continued sucking on the end of his throbbing male member became unpleasurable.
Reluctantly, she let the penis slip out of her mouth and patted her brother's thigh.
"What do you like about eating head?" he smiled at her.
"I don't know," she shrugged, feeling this was a very strange question for him to be asking her.
"I'm curious," he said, "I'm not trying to be ridiculous or anything-I'm just curious to know what you dig about me!"
"Well," she said, "I guess it's because it's being connected to you-I guess it's the intimacy. The knowledge nobody can ever get more intimate with you-that's what turns me on."
"Makes sense," he smiled, "Sure, it makes sense, sis! I-I really dig you in a big way."
"Well, our bodies were meant to enjoy. I don't see anything dirty about any part of your body, brother. I really don't."
"How about my ass-hole?" he smiled.
"How about it?" she smiled, "I'm always ready to suck it. Sure, I think it's important to shower, and keep clean and everything like that-don't get me wrong. But, honest, I must admit I enjoy letting my tongue slide up your sweet ass-hole, and it's fun."
"Every brother should have a sister like you," he nodded, "you're so full of life. You vibrate sex!"
"Do I?" Jan asked, proud of the compliments her brother was paying her.
"Yes, you do-when I was just a little kid and used to bump into you-I'd get turned on. Just the feel of this big bosoms was enough to give me a hard-on."
"Beautiful," she smiled. "And you know what?"
"What?"
"When I was just a little girl and I'd see you standing naked in the shower with that thing between your legs, I wanted to play with it."
"You never mentioned it to me then!"
"I didn't dare," she said, "Little girls who want to have something to do with their own brothers aren't thought very much of. So, I hid my feelings toward you until-"
"Until I was old enough to ask you for a fuck," he chuckled. "You know we must be the most abnormal family in the whole damned country."
"No, we're not," Jan insisted, "Zowie, Jeff-don't talk like that. You'll give me an inferiority complex or something."
"Sorry, sister, I'd rather give you a fuck, than a complex any day."
Rising, and walking toward the bedroom, Jan called after him, "Why don't we christen the new bed?"
"Why not?" he grinned, getting to his feet, his penis still rigid, and sticking straight out.
Reaching down, she grasped it, and pulled him by his penis toward the bedroom.
CHAPTER FOUR
It didn't take Jan long to peel off her clothes, and when she was stark naked she turned to her brother and asked, "How do you want it?"
"I want to fuck your cunt from a new angle."
Jeff hopped up cn the bed, and sat in a squat position, and Jan was perplexed.
"What precisely are you planning?"
"To fuck your cunt," he smiled, "with you throwing your legs around me, only I want you lying face down."
"You sure got enough positions in your head, haven't you?"
"Yes, sister, and that's why you love me," he teased, "I provide you with some variety-and variety is what makes fucking fun!"
And then, she thrust her legs around him, with her ass-up, so he could feel of her buttocks, and slip his penis into position at the same time.
"Oh, wow!" he smiled, "Does that ever feel fantastic!"
"It does to me, too," she smiled, turning back to watch his face as he reached down to guide her hips, as he thrust forward.
Then, she glanced in the mirror, and it excited her to watch her brother stabbing her from that angle. She loved the exciting sight of his hands roaming all over her buttocks, stroking, playing, teasing with her naked behind.
"You know why I like to do it from this angle?" he asked sensuously.
"No, why do you dig it?"
"Because the cock can reach farther up the cunt, and it lets the prick enter at a different angle-and it hits the clit-just right."
"Oh, it does, it does," his sister moaned in delight, as she looked back to watch her brother going to town on her hot cunt.
"Ram it to me," she demanded, "Fuck it up there! Fuck it!" The hot penis slid smoothly up her vagina, agitating the clitoris was proudly stabbing her. But the thing she marveled at the most was the fact his hands massaging her behind could produce such fantastic excitement for her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged her brother, and Jeff lifted himself off the bed to give it to her the way she liked it.
"Ohhhhh does that ever feel fantastic," she moaned, "keep playing with my ass, honey--keep that up! Yes, yes, do me, lover, do me, like you're doin' me now!"
The hot sperm flashed up her vagina, and Jeff got a charge out of her this time he'd never had before.
His hands gripped her behind, pinching each buttock tightly, as the erotic delight surged through his body. "Oh, baby, this is really fuckin', " he panted, "Fuck it-keep your ass in motion!"
It wasn't difficult for Jan to keep her body moving, as she was enjoying him that much.
"Yes, lover-yes,"; she panted, as he finished giving it to her. "Ohhh, that's it!"
Finally the vivacious young girl with the vibrating vagina slid off her brother, and exuberantly exclaimed, "We're going to really enjoy New York, baby. The past is all behind us, the future is ahead of us, and nobody can make a fuss about us loving each other."
Jeff quickly got around his sister, so they could embrace and kiss. He loved the feel of her great bosoms as she pressed them against his body. And she loved the feel of his naked body next to her. Her hands pulled her brother to her, and she smiled, "Jeff, darling-what can we do to make a living?"
"I don't know," he admitted, "but we'll make the rounds of the employment agencies tomorrow."
"Alright," she replied, "but honestly, I don't know what I can do."
"I do," he smiled knowingly.
"Well, I'm not going to try out for anything like that, that's for damned sure!"
"Good for you," her loving brother whacked her on the behind. "Save it for me!"
"That's what I want to do," she told him. The two of them went out to have dinner at the O. Henry Restaurant in Greenwich Village, and at the candle-lit tables, the problems, the agony of the sordid past seemed to melt away.
"Isn't it lovely in New York?" he smiled.
"It is. People, people, people. Everywhere you look, more people."
"I know what you mean," he smiled, "Compared to where we've come from-this is really living."
"Let's just go for a walk," Jan suggested when they'd finished eating.
"I'd love that," he smiled, "I want to see what New York has to offer."
It didn't take long for them to find what interested Jeff. "Hey, look at that," he said, pointing to big signs outside a restaurant.
"That's the biggest tit and ass show in town, I suppose and you had to find it first night out," she protested.
"Now, now, sister-remember, you said you wouldn't get uptight if I got turned-on with other women."
"Oh, I was only kidding," Jan quickly caught herself, "What an interesting sign. I wonder why they cover their nipples with those tiny gold stars, and the crotch with the big silver star."
"Oh, I guess it's because they've got laws against showing all the snatch off-seems silly, but let's go in!"
Together they walked into the dark topless bar that was built to resemble a barn. The building itself had been designed to simulate a big bar. And the girls who were set to go on were resting between performances on bales of hay on top of a phony hayloft above the bar where bartenders were serving beer with such speed it made them both marvel.
A big red spot on the naked girl shaking her bosoms before the men guzzling beer attracted Jeff instantly.
"Look at her shake that meat," he chuckled. "Isn't that just too much. That gal is really something else, I'll tell you that, yessireee, sir!"
Both of them edged closer to the bar, and Jan noticed she wasn't the only girl in the place. Some rather tough looking females were watching the naked women shake their bodies all over the place with the same rapt attention that the men were displaying.
"Doesn't she look delicious?" Jeff smiled at his sister, who commented crisply, "not to me!"
"Of course not," Jeff smiled, "I guess it's that shaved cunt that turns me on. And I like that long blonde hair, and the way she throws her head back. It's pure joy, watching that creature fling her thing."
The nude blonde girl who was dancing up a storm eyed Jeff. He looked like some innocent young man from out of town, and she got excited when she overheard all the good things he had to say about her.
She wiggled over to him, and made lewd gestures in front of her vagina, opening her mouth, and licking her lower lip suggestively, and then letting her tongue flip about in midair. This got him so excited he could hardly stand it.
"Hi," he grinned up at her.
"Hi, yourself," she smiled at him, "Whose big baby are you?"
Jan wanted to reach out and slap her face, and pinch her tits, but she restrained herself.
"Nobody's baby, sexy!"
"I get off at two," she winked, "if you're lonely, drop by then-"
At that moment, the bartender caught her talking to a customer, and shouted, "Hey, bare ass-you know you're not allowed to talk to the customers at The Barn!"
"Sorry about that," she giggled, and then she wiggled away, but Jeff's eyes followed her. Jan tried to distract him.
"Let's get out of this crummy place," she suggested eagerly. "Might pick up something in a joint like this."
"That's what I was thinking," Jeff smiled, turning, but looking back, waving and winking at the nude dancer.
"I was referring to VD," she told her brother, "I imagine these nude dancers aren't the cleanest cunts in town-if you know what I mean."
"Oh, knock it off," Jeff said, when they were out of the bar, "You said you wouldn't act like a jealous wife, and now, you're nagging at me just because I see a cute dame who turns me on."
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. Then, she tried to distract her brother's mind from the blonde, using a new avenue of diversion.
"Say, look at that old hotel-the Greenwich-let's go in it. It looks like it's been here forever."
They stepped in the lobby of the old Greenwich hotel. It's tired imitation marble pillars, and stained, old wooden floor did speak of a bygone era. So did the aroma of urination, that the drunks had added to its distinct lobby.
Scratching his head, Jeff chuckled, "This dump I can do without. Sure, it has atmosphere-but the kind I don't dig."
"What do you want?" she smiled, "Uptown class?"
"There's one thing I've always wanted to see in New York City," he smiled, "That Flat-iron Building," he smiled. "It's up around Twenty-Third Street."
"We'd have to take the subway to get there. It's too far to walk," she smiled, delighted she could get him away from The Barn Bar. She was determined he wasn't going to become involved with that nude, bold girl who practically said, 'eat my pussy', not knowing if she was his lover or what.
"Well, I guess we could get back here by two," he said quietly, calculating the time it would take to go uptown and back.
"Oh, sure," she said quickly, eager to get him away and then proceed to distract him with the gaudy sights of New York the rest of the night.
They took the Subway up to Twenty Third Street, and proceeded to walk up to the Flat Iron Building. It was a foggy night, and as they came to the quaint park, which the Flat-iron Building faces, the illuminated numbers on the Metropolitan Life Tower clock glowed.
"Oh, look at that beautiful clock," Jan enthused, "Doesn't it look beautiful through the fog."
"That's the Metropolitan Life clock," Jeff smiled, remembering it from pictures he'd seen of it when he was a little boy in school. "I always wanted to see that big old clock."
"And there it is-the Flatiron building," she pointed to the right as they came upon the strange old skyscraper which was built in the shape of a flatiron.
"This is little old New York," Jeff said, "the way it used to be-I like it this way."
"So do I," Jan said quietly, "These old buildings seem to have such personality-such character. I hate to see everything towers of steel and glass, with no individuality or charm."
"Let's walk up Fifth Avenue," Jeff suggested. And then two of them started walking from there up the famous boulevard. As they walked past shops, restaurants, and office buildings, Jan pointed to the highest tower of them all.
"There it is-the Empire State Building," she smiled enthusiastically, "the tallest building in the world."
"Oh, that is beautiful," he smiled, "I love the way the lights illuminate that tremendous tower at night. Even through the fog it stands out like a beacon."
"It's too late to go up to the top," she shrugged as they walked by the Riverboat Restaurant. "But, tomorrow, we must see the city from way up there!"
"I heard about an airplane that crashed into the Empire State Building," Jeff informed her.
"Oh, my did they have to re-build it?"
"No, ma'am-they had to build a new plane. It got zapped-just like that," he said, slamming his fist into his open hand, "Pow!"
"Maybe we shouldn't be walking alone late at night like this," she suggested, "I don't see anybody else out alone like us-do you?"
"Well, not a lot of people. But, there are people-see, over there."
He pointed toward a few people coming out of restaurants. This made Jan rest easy.
"Well, I guess there are people around here, but you can't be too careful."
"It's always good to take care."
Soon they were crossing over, turning down a couple of streets and the huge sign for Macy's Department Store loomed before them.
"Oh, there it is-the world's largest store," he exclaimed excitedly. "That old movie I saw on TV, 'Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street'-do you remember it?"
"Sure, I do," Jan smiled, looking at the huge Macy Department Store, site for the film.
"And there's the competition-Gimbel's store on the other side."
Sure enough, the two giants were on opposite corners. They both marveled at the size of the stores, and the city square where people were scurrying about as if it was high noon.
"You see, honey-there are a lot of people around. I guess the Empire State Building is an office building and at night there aren't many people. But there are stores open around here and everybody's out."
"This is a great town," she smiled, "Let's keep walking!"
"Not tonight," he said, "I want to go back to our place and rest up a little before two because I might have a heavy date lined up."
Jan now had her jealousy under such perfect control, she hid her true feelings expertly.
"That's a good idea, Jeff. You might need all your strength to satisfy that one."
CHAPTER FIVE
After Jeff had had a half-hour's cat-nap, he awakened, and told Jan, "Well, I guess I'll be cutting out now."
"Do you really think you should?" she asked anxiously.
"Honey, I want to get acquainted with people here. It's a big city, and it isn't easy to get acquainted with anybody. They're all in such a big hurry. It's terrible, to see people rushing so fast you never get a chance to speak to them."
"Alright, brother," Jan smiled, "You must do what you must do. Now, hurry on-and have a ball!"
"I will," he smiled, and a flick of sorrow went through him as he realized how dependent Jan had become on him ever since Mom was gone. But, he knew he had to develop his own independence, so he went out on his own anyway.
Arriving at The Barn, he went in and ordered a beer, and the beautiful-nude blonde he'd seen earlier was nowhere in sight.
Now, another tough, almost crude girl was wiggling naked, and he didn't find her appealing at all. Paying for his beer, he glanced down at his watch, and it was just closing time. He stepped outside, and hadn't gone a block before a girl rushed out to his side.
"Hi," she smiled, and instantly, he recognized her as the sexy blonde he'd watched do her nude thing.
"Oh, gee, am I ever glad to see you again," he smiled at her, "I thought I lost you."
"No, you didn't lose me," she laughed, "II just had to go some distance from the bar. Bennie, the bartender is a spy for the boss, Gertrude."
"Oh, a woman owns the joint?"
"No, Gertrude is a man," she laughed, "but he pays good money-so I don't care what he calls himself or how he dresses."
"Well, I'll give Gert credit for good taste when it came to picking you out for the place. You had class."
"Are you sure you don't mean ass?"
"Both," Jeff laughed, "You've got a classy ass!"
"That's a real compliment," she smiled, "Are you a bottom man."
"What?"
"A man who digs a chick's rear-end," she laughed, "Lots of those guys around. Won't fuck anything but backdoor."
"I like it every way," he smiled. "Bet you get plenty from some of the rich old fuckers."
"Not just old," she insisted, "Plenty of young cats like yourself enjoy action. As a matter-of-fact I'm married to a hot, young stud."
"You are?" Jeff gulped nervously, "What am I doing with you?"
"Don't worry," she said, "It's not a conventional marriage if you know what I mean. I mean we live together, so we call it married-and he doesn't mind if we have three in a bed."
"But I'm not so sure he won't get jealous and try killing me or something-it can be dangerous!"
"You don't have to worry. David is very friendly, and he thinks it makes it more exciting to watch a man fuck me. Of course, he expects a little token of appreciation," she added coldly.
"How big is small?"
"Twenty-five dollars will do," she shrugged, "Of course if you're rich, you should pay more. That's only fair. But, Dave and I understand every guy who wants to get his rocks off may not happen to be loaded."
"That's a fact," he agreed.
A whirlpool of thoughts were buzzing through Jeff's brain at this moment. How dangerous was it to go to her place and have sex? This was the thing that bothered him. Did he dare? Then, he concluded-if you are afraid of everything in life, you'll miss out on living.
This prompted him to go ahead.
"Where do you live?" he asked, wondering if he'd have to go a long way in some subway.
"Right here in the village," she told him. "See-over there!" She pointed across the Washington Square Arch, and there was the modern apartment building.
"You do very well for yourself, don't you?" he smiled.
"Not bad," she told him frankly. And then, they went over to the apartment where a night-guard stood duty.
Going past him, she opened the downstairs door with her pass-key, and they went upstairs.
They got off on the twentieth floor, and walked down the plush carpeted hallway to the door of her apartment. She opened it, and the first thing that met Jeff's eyes was her so-called husband David stretched out on the sofa watching a TV show intently.
"Hi, Dave, honey," she said, going over to him and kissing him. Then, when they'd finished, Dave glanced over at Jeff.
"And who is this?"
"This is Jeff," she told him, "He was at the bar tonight. A new face, and I thought I'd bring him around."
"Oh, great," David said, "I always say, two is company, three is an orgy-don't I, dear?"
"Yes, dear-heart, that's what you always say. Now, Jeff, would you like something to drink?"
"Or smoke?" Dave smiled, holding up some marijuana.
"I don't go that route," Jeff said, "Now, mind you-to each his own hang-up, but the weed isn't my trip. I'd like a scotch on the rocks if you've got one handy."
"You name it," the blonde dancer smiled.
"Scotch is my favorite-by the way, what's your name?"
"Laura," she told him. "And you've met Dave-and Dave, I forgot whether I told you-his name is Jeff. Now we all know each other."
"Not as good as we're going to before sun up," Dave laughed. "Make mine vodka and orange juice honey."
Laura fixed the drinks for them, and she said, "Now, I've got to take these clothes off. I feel so uncomfortable with clothes on."
She wasn't fooling. She went to her bedroom, and didn't return until she'd done a complete strip. And then, she bounced back into the living-room, proudly throwing her chest out, the bosoms rolling with every step.
Jeff's jaw dropped. Dave picked this up.
"Nice, huh-yes, she's the good wife!"
Unable to understand how any man could share such a super-sexed housewife, Jeff asked, "Sure you don't mind if I-"
"I thought Laura told you. I turn-on when men ball my wife. Haven't you ever heard of men who get a charge out of watching some young stud shove his prick up his wife's cunt?"
"I've read about it-but I've never experienced it," Jeff told him quite frankly.
"Then, you're in luck," he smiled, "Today you're going to do her-why don't we both undress ? "
For a moment, Jeff hesitated. He didn't mind stripping in front of his Mom, and in front of his sister. Also, he could do it with Betty, and other chicks he'd made it without this was embarrassing to be in a strange city, and have a housewife sit naked beside him on the sofa, and have her husband asking him to undress. So, when Dave got up and began unbuttoning his shirt, this prompted Jeff to do-likewise.
"Don't make a production number out of stripping, you two," Laura laughed. "And you don't have to worry, Jeff-my husband is straight. He only digs women, but he gets some kind of charge seeing me get fucked. Guess it's just the normal voyeur in him surfacing. You know we're all part-voyeur."
As Jeff unzipped his pants, and sat down to remove his socks and shoes, he asked, "What's a voyeur?"
"Don't you know what that is?" Laura asked in shock. "I thought everybody knew."
"Didn't you ever read the book 'The Voyeur'? " her husband asked as he slipped out of his pants, and was now down to his shorts, which jumped nervously with his imprisoned penis eager to spring out from its cotton confinement.
"I'm a dum-dum," he laughed. "Tell me!"
As Jeff pulled his shorts down, letting his huge, throbbing male member spring to freedom, Laura was awe-stricken.
"A voyeur," she said falteringly, "is somebody who gets his kicks watching somebody else. That is what a voyeur is!"
Noticing how much she seemed to be enjoying watching him that very moment, Jeff gripped his huge penis, and said, "You like this, huh?"
She nodded.
"Well, hang-in, there, baby-cause it's ready to explode!"
"Wait for me," Dave smiled, as he slipped out of his shorts, and examined Jeff.
"You picked a winner, honey," he smiled at his wife.
"I did that," Laura nodded, and then she said, "Baby, let's go into the bedroom and get started!"
"Alright," he said, and Laura led the way with Jeff following behind her, and David following behind Jeff.
As she opened the door, Jeff understood why she suggested they make for the bedroom.
It was lined with mirrors, and it was possible to check out the action from every angle.
"You know what I'd like to do to you first off," Laura said.
"What would you like to do?"
"Suck that sweet behind of yours, baby, suck it good!"
"I like having someone eat my ass out," Jeff said, "Sure, now-all you have to do, baby doll is tell me what position you want me to get in. I'm ready!"
"I think we should have some more drinks," Dave suggested suddenly, "How about you, Jeff-Laura?"
"Good idea," Laura replied, "We'll have our drinks before we begin."
Jeff got on the bed, and stretched his legs out. Laura sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing him carefully. She liked the long, handsome legs. She delighted in the firm, round behind she could see as he sat in this position. She imagined how much excitement it would be to let her hot tongue lash all around his hot anus, and then stab him there.
His huge penis stood on end, and Jeff gripped it, and squeezed, as a crystal drop of cum oozed out of the head of it.
"Doesn't that look delicious?" he laughed at Laura. But, Laura wasn't laughing.
"Don't tempt me darling, that comes later.
We begin with some real nice preliminaries."
"like a sweet ass-sucker" he laughed.
"Dave goes wild when he sees me suck another man's ass out, and I don't want to deprive him."
"What a thoughtful wife you are," Jeff told her frankly.
"Not thoughtful at all," Laura disagreed, "This just happens to be the life-style we've chosen. It wasn't forced on either of us. But this is the way we turn-on!"
"Groovy," Jeff said, as he saw Dave returning with a couple of bottles of booze.
"Scotch for you-vodka for us, and I'll get some ice cubes in just a minute."
Placing them on the dresser, he stepped out. Jeff observed his penis remained erect during all the time he was setting up the drinks.
Then, he came back with glasses, and ice cubes and poured the drinks. Then, the three of then sat on the king-size bed, drinking.
"Here we go," Dave smiled, "Three for the fuck-show!"
And then the three of them drank up, toasting their sexual celebration.
"How long are you?" Dave asked. "I'm seven-almost."
"I'm glad you added almost," Laura laughed, "You're six and a half inches, honey, and we both know it. We've measured it enough times."
"I'm eight and a half inches," Jeff smiled proudly, gripping his penis proudly.
"You know, my boy," Dave suggested slyly, "You've got enough power in that pecker to make a lot of women happy-you know that, don't you?"
Feeling awkward to have another man commenting so glibly on his sex organ, he shrugged, "I guess so!"
"If you say so," she smiled, "but you're much too modest!"
"He won't be modest when he discovers all the fantastic things he can do with that cock of his," Dave commented.
CHAPTER SIX
"Now, get on all fours," Laura smiled. "like a dog?"
"Yes, lover-just like a dog, and let little Laura's hot tongue teach you a thing or two."
Still feeling rather strange with another man watching, Jeff got on all fours. He glanced over into the mirrored wall, and caught the complete reflection. Laura was closing in on his behind, her hands gripping his buttocks.
She ran her tongue inside his ass-hole, and swiftly thrust it in and out with ever-quickening speed.
"Fuck it," he told her, but Laura wouldn't be forced to move faster than her technique, and training would allow her. As her hands gripped his behind, she gently pried his buttocks apart, and literally buried her face there.
Now, her husband Dave was becoming turned-on. He loved to see her like this, servicing a man in the most intimate manner, and doing it in such a way that there was no doubt of her willingness or skill in performing tongue-anal sex.
"Flip your tongue up the young stud's ass-hole," her husband demanded, as he got behind his wife, and spitting in his own hand rubbed it around the head of his penis.
"Suck his ass, sweetheart, suck it good!"
Becoming turned-on with the delicious sight of his wife eating a young man's ass-hole, he slowly eased himself into her anus.
The excitement she felt from having a penis stabbing her own behind, while a man was doing her from the rear entrance, stimulated her so much, she could pass this stimulation along through her tongue, licking action.
"Tell her you want her to do it for you, dammit," Dave protested, feeling Jeff was far too passive about it for his own passionate pleasure of observing.
"Alright," Jeff said, seizing the dominant role Dave wanted to see him act out so much. "Rim my ass-hole, honey!"
"That's it," Dave panted, thrusting his penis high into her anus. "Fuck it, fuck-fuck that ass-hole with your tongue!"
She took commands from both of them, and loved it. Her hot tongue lashed around Jeff's young, tender ass-hole.
"Shove it," he demanded, "Shove it up my ass honey! My ass tastes real good! Don't worry about it, honey. Lash it! Love it! Suck it!"
In and out the hot tongue stabbed, and Jeff quivered as the shivers of sensual delight raced up and down his tingling spine.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh-yes-yes, that's it," he gasped, "I-I never got rimmed like that before!"
No doubt about it, Laura knew how to suck ass. Her husband had taught her on his own hot ass-hole. Now, he'd graduated to the point where he could only turn-on if their sex moved on to orgy action.
"Stab that ass-hole," Jeff begged her, "Ohh, baby, you're running it along my prostate gland. Does that ever feel fantastic!"
At the same time, Dave was driving his huge tool up her anus, proudly gripping her buttocks, pinching, squeezing them as he rode her.
"Fuck-fuck it, fuck that ass," he demanded, as they went to town. "Ow, wow-that's the way I like it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it off!"
The super-excitement she felt flooding her being as she ate the young man's ass out, and got fucked so expertly by her passionate husband David, was almost bringing her there. Her husband knew this, as he bent over, reaching first for her breasts, playing with them, and then letting his hand glide down to her moist triangle.
"You feel real good down here, honey," he said, his fingers slipping into her sticky slit. "Yes, you do-baby!"
With her mouth pressed to Jeff's ass-hole, she couldn't speak to her husband through words, so she used action to express her delight at all he was doing while he was screwing her. And she ground her hips around, squeezing his tool in her hot, twisting ass-hole.
"Sensational!! " her husband panted, "Ohh, baby, you're too much-too much!"
In and out, the hot, throbbing cock continued sliding up her rosy, red rectum.
And at the same time, her hot tongue lashed around Jeff's tight, quivering anus, as she'd let it slip out, and then repeat her stabbing thrusting attack. She enjoyed reaching out and playing with his penis while she sucked at his ass-hole.
Jeff was enjoying her hand pulling on his rod so much, he was almost shooting his gun off.
"Oh, baby, that feels good," he told her, "Yes, yes, keep that up. Now, you're doing it! Ohhh, ahhhh-I love that, baby, I love that! Pull my meat! Suck my ass!"
The wild action was producing sensational responses in his body. Jeff knew he hadn't enjoyed anything half as much as when he'd had sex with his Mom and sister years ago. The freedom of the uninhibited action of Laura's lashing tongue was bringing him quickly to the brink.
"Let me get my gun off, Jeff," Dave demanded, "Then, she can suck your meat for you-okay?"
Glancing back to watch Dave drilling her bobbing buttocks, Jeff smiled, "Okay, pardner-fuck away!"
The wild action continued, and the three of them were almost flipping out.
"Fuck! Fuck it! Ohhh, ahhh-yes-yes, that's it, fuck that ass-hole!"
And then Dave came. Throwing his head back as the happy emotion seized him, his jaw hung slack and he grunted, "Ohhh, ahhh, I'm shooting! I'm coming! This is too much-too much."
Dave kept ramming it up his wife's ass-hole until the cum splashed inside her, and she continued milking the contents of his penis until he'd gone off-the whole trip.
"Now, fucker-let me get mine," Jeff insisted, hardly able to hold back any longer.
"Don't rush me," Dave complained, stabbing it swiftly in and out of her clutching, hot ass-hole. "Ohhhh, ahhhh-I'm still shooting. Grab it, baby, grab!"
And then, it was over, he eased it out smoothly-having made it sticky and slick with cum.
Then, his wife pulled her tongue out of the young man's hot ass-hole, and he flipped over, on his back, spreading his legs invitingly, holding his penis out for her.
"Suck my prick," he smiled.
"I'd love to," Laura nodded, letting her tongue lick around his testicles, as she crouched at his crotch. She even dug the sweaty aroma of his loins, and couldn't wait to cop her mouth on his penis. But, she knew it was important-not to rush the blow-job operation, but move slowly, with plenty of time for the scintillating build-up.
Finally, her mouth slipped over his penis-head, and she slowly started sucking. Jeff thought he'd flip out of his mind as she sucked him as he'd never been sucked before. His sister couldn't do it like this. Apparently Laura had plenty of experience, and knew precisely how to utilize mouth, tongue and teeth to produce the most erotic sensations possible when sucking on a dick.
"Eat my prick," he repeated, as he stabbed it to her throat. When he felt the head of it touch the back of her throat, he got so stimulated he wanted to slide it all the way down her there.
The juice was building now, and it wouldn't take much longer before it went off.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, Laura, baby, eat that dick. I got some nice cream in my nuts for you, baby doll. Thick, sticky, juicy cock-juice baby, ohh, you'll love it. I'll flood your face," he panted, as he pitched, his pelvis rising up as he rammed it to her.
He didn't have to worry about her husband making a fuss, for it appeared he was enjoying it almost as much as he was.
"Sock it to her," he told him.
And then, young stud Jeff, virile, horny, hot, drove it down her throat.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh-more, baby, more. Let me get it down there farther!"
Straining his toes, he drove it to her, and then he shot it off, "Ohhhh, ahhhh-suck it, honey, suck," he begged as his gun exploded in her mouth. He kept his promise to her alright, and filled her face with cock-juice.
"Eat it," he told her passionately, "Eat that stuff!" And how she ate it! The strong, tasty sperm was like a rare dessert to her, and she gladly devoured it. Dave applauded, "Good blow-job, honey. First class cocksuck!"
Not to be outdone, by her husband's praise of her performance, Jeff ran his hands through her silky, blonde hair appreciatively.
"Oh, baby, you really knew how to do it! Let me tell you that for damned sure. Now, I want to eat you!"
"I want you both to eat me," she replied. "Dave can suck ass, and you can have my pussy!"
"How generous of you, wife," Dave laughed.
"I'm ready," she replied, throwing herself across the bed, so both men could have access to her body.
"You see-I'll lie on my side and lift one leg, and then you can both enjoy me-at the same time!"
This too seemed more than a little bit embarrassing to Jeff. He'd eaten women's ass, sucked their cunts clean-but always with only women watching. Now, there would be a man at close-range, watching while he ate snatch. Again, the idea didn't seem too good to him, but there was nothing he could do.
When he was down there at her genitals, it didn't bug him though. Her shaved pussy did appeal to him, and being blonde, she did look clean around the cunt and ass-hole.
And then, his sister's jealous comments about picking up something surfaced. Hastily he dismissed those ideas, and let his tongue lash out, as if to disprove any thought or fear he might have had about such a thing. And, sure enough, as his hot tongue licked around her slit, he became quicker with his tongue action, enjoying it more by the moment.
"Oh, what a tongue," Laura panted, as the pleasure spread through her loins. "But, there should be two tongues!"
This was an obvious reference to her husband's tongue, which she insisted should be sliding up her hot anus.
"Coming, mother," Dave smiled, as he went down to her genitals, and saw Jeff's hot tongue licking her slit with long sweeping, sucking, and noisy movements.
When Dave said 'mother', once more Mom flashed into Jeff's confused young mind. He could see her now, the way he licked her there, and she seemed to haunt him to the point where it was difficult to continue doing what he was doing to Laura's hot hole.
"Eat my pussy, honey," Laura insisted, as he'd spent long enough licking along its smoothly shaven surface.
Dave was watching closely, and he enjoyed it immensely, when he caught sight of Jeff's long tongue stabbing her vagina. He quickened his own pace, as he stabbed her hot behind. Now, the two tongues were working in synchronization, as both men did their utmost to make her happy.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, "Eat it-eat it!"
Dave was enjoying his ass-action, and she was too.
"Yes, honey-yes, you're sucking my ass just the way you know I like it. Keep that tongue stiff, baby. Ohhh, yes, higher, honey, higher!"
It seemed impossible to get it high enough up there to satisfy her. "Ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, more, baby, more. All the way. All the way, lover," she begged.
Now, both men's heads bobbed up and down over her genitals, and she quickly was bringing them there. Pushing herself up, she was embracing them in her hot thighs.
And Jeff was letting his tongue explore vigorously inside her. "Keep it up, baby," she panted, "Ahhh, ohhh, yes, yes, keep sucking my cunt!"
Jeff's long tongue jabbed up to the neck of her womb, tickling it so that her body vibrated with passion and lust. He varied his tongue action, licking the labia, and then running it over the velvety vagina walls, finally focusing on the erect clitoris. It was this steady clitoris action, that was' quickly bringing her to a scorching climax.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it," she groaned, as her body writhed in her newfound sexual ecstasy. And, as she turned her husband's tongue slipped out of her ass-hole. Not wanting to lose the thrills his slippery tongue was providing, she slowed down.
"Sorry about that, honey," she smiled at her husband, letting her hand pat him gently on the head. "Get your tongue back-oh, yes, just keep on doin' what your're doin'-"
Both men were finding being so close to each other did add a new spectrum of sexual pleasure. For, by observing each other they got new thrills out of it.
"Suck! Suck! Suck my cunt!" she cried, reaching down to run her hands through both their heads.
And then, she exploded.
"I'm coming! Ohhh, ahhh-I can't stand it, I'm coming," she cried out as the passion overpowered her, and she came, gushing.
The hot juices flashed down young Jeff's throat, as she gushed. He watched her husband continue stabbing her ass-hole, and felt sorry he couldn't share such a delightful repast, as he was savoring at this scintillating second.
"Suck!" she gasped, "Suck my cunt!"
Laura didn't mince words! She called a cunt-suck a cunt-suck because that was what it was, and nothing more!
"Oh, baby, baby, you're making me come again," she groaned in despair. "You've got a turned-on tongue!"
Whether it was her passion, or his tongue, Jeff didn't know, and frankly didn't care. All he cared about now was completing the sex act to her satisfaction-her total satisfaction!
"Oh, sweet baby, sweet baby," she moaned as he pulled his tongue out of her vagina, and gently licked the shaven slit, pressing his own lips ever-so-gently on her vagina-lips, just like Mom had taught him so long ago.
"You've got class," she sighed, "Dave could learn a lot from you. Whoever taught you how to make a woman happy down there did a good job."
Jeff wanted to tell her, 'Mom taught me-and she knew where it's at.'
But, he didn't. He knew even for a sophisticated Greenwich Village bottomless, topless female, being a mother-fucker might be too much.
"Yes, yes," Dave smiled, inching away from her anus. "You're a good tongue man. If they have awards-big tongues or something like that on a pedestal, you'd win some top award, I'll tell you that!"
"They give awards for everything else," Laura said quietly, "I can't imagine why they never thought of cocksucking and pussy-eating yearly awards!"
"You'd win for cocksucking," Jeff assured her.
"Thank you, my luv," Laura laughed, "I'm proud of my skill!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
After their round of sex, they took a beer break.
"So you're new to New York?" Laura smiled, "How do you like it?"
Sipping his beer, he nodded, "It's a big city-but I like it just fine."
"You have to watch your step," Dave warned him, "A lot of unscrupulous people around here!"
"I've been warned," he assured her husband. "But I guess I was real lucky meeting up with a couple of nice people like you folks."
Laura shivered, as the words almost made her reach for a vomit-bag. Nice people, yeah!
"The way I look at it," Jeff explained his homespun philosophy, "takes all kinds to make the world go round. And I don't care what anybody's hang-up is-that is, long as he doesn't bug me with it."
"I'd say that's a nice generous philosophy," Dave said, "I used to be a drunk-that is until I met up with somebody decent like Laura here."
Laura patted his shoulder, "He and I set up a little business. And we've been real successful."
"Do you think we can trust him?" Dave asked under his breath.
"I don't see why not," Laura smiled confidently. And then Dave went to the other side of the room, and pulled open a desk drawer and brought a photo-album over to where Jeff was sitting.
"This is what we do for a living," he laughed, as he opened the album, and let Jeff look at the pictures. Scene after scene of naked men flashed before his eyes. There was one naked black man that was particularly startling. He was lying on a white bed, a towel wrapped over one thigh, and his huge main-stem gripped tightly in his hand.
A proud smile framed his face, and Jeff asked, "What is this?"
"Keep turning," Dave suggested.
Jeff continued turning the plastic pages in-the photo album. And as the naked men's photos appeared he couldn't figure out why Dave took so many photos.
There was a close-up of a ruggedly handsome blonde man. He was standing, one hand grasping his pecker, a proud smile flashing across his face.
Another shot showed a dark-skinned man, on all fours, spreading his buttocks invitingly, and turning to look at the camera as if this was the most natural pose possible.
Then, the shots became two-shots, showing both men and women engaged in every conceivable kind of sex act. The first was a tight close-up of a woman sucking on a penis. And as her cheeks pulled in, she was reaching down to stimulate the testicles.
The next shot showed a cute little brown-eyed, long brown-haired girl with her ass upturned, while a man was in the act of shoving it to her from behind.
"This is the anal trip," Dave smiled. "Some women don't like it anyway but the backdoor."
And the next photo showed a redhead, with two men making over her. Both men were sucking on her breasts. Their mouths were far-down over the nipples, and all you could see were the outer fringes of the enormous tits.
And in the next shot of the same two men, making with the redhead, it showed her with her legs thrown up in the air, her buttocks on a pillow, and she was having her ass-sucked, and her cunt-sucked at the same time.
"She's having a good time, isn't she?" Jeff laughed, "Oh, wow! Where on earth did you get the pictures like this?"
"I took them," Dave smiled proudly. "Look at that one!" The next shot was of a woman driving a dildo high up a man's rectum, and at the same time, a man was drilling her from behind.
"Isn't that something?" Jeff panted, eager to try that trip himself. "I never thought of a man having his ass-fucked by a woman."
Now, Laura got into the act, coming over to where they were talking. "Go ahead and tell him what our business is," she suggested slyly.
"We're in the stud business," Dave laughed, as he thought about the comical side of his line of work.
"Stud business?"
"Yes," Dave nodded, "We provide playmates for the rich women-dig?"
"I guess so," Jeff nodded, "You mean you supply the women with bread with cocks!"
"Right-on," Dave laughed.
"And lovely Laura uses her luscious tits to recruit your stable of studs for you?"
"That's about it," Laura smiled, "You catch on fast! Now, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Not a thing," Jeff grinned, "You probably make a good living doing it, and the cats who get into the act make plenty of bread too."
"That's right-not a-lot-but enough!"
"I'm curious. How much is enough'"
"It's a sliding scale," Laura explained, "Park Avenue calls net more than Brooklyn visits. Pay as you play sex games are quite popular. Of course, we make a point of screening out any men who are light-fingered. That, we can't have!"
"I read you," he smiled, "I'm clean. Never been near jail. And I am looking for work!"
"Stud-work?" Dave asked soberly.
"Yes," he nodded, "I would enjoy the game. And I'd have some free time to look at the sights in the city. I'd like to get acquainted-see the Statue of Liberty, walk through Central Park, go to Chinatown."
"You'll have lots of time for all that. Most of our calls are night-calls," Laura explained. "But, we teach technique first. We don't want you to go out without a complete knowledge of sex. And that includes lessons."
"Who teaches them?"
"Don't look at me," Dave laughed, "Laura is the teacher in our family, aren't you, luv?"
"Just call me Teach," Laura laughed.
"Maybe you can illustrate some of those imagine fuckin' pictures you've got there in that photo album," Jeff suggested.
They began looking at pictures that Dave had taken. The next photo depicted a girl with a suntanned body, whose legs were thrown over a young man whose body was completely suntanned except for his light behind. He thrust into her with a hard, driving force. And she wrapped her legs around him, letting her feet touch his behind, while he drilled it to her.
"That looks like a comfortable position," Jeff smiled.
"Very comfortable," she replied, "As a matter-of-fact that position allows for some of the best penetration a man can get."
"Hmmm, I've got to try that. Get that joint way up there, and I'm sure the woman would enjoy that more too."
"Naturally," Laura nodded, "It's strange but a lot of people who want to enjoy sex-never study it. And, if they would try to analyze all the different sex positions, and experiment, they'd double their thrills. And after all, isn't that what sex is all about anyway-thrills?"
Glancing down, Jeff nodded, "Bet your ass! I'm getting plenty stimulated just looking at these pictures!"
"This is a variation of the last picture I took," Dave explained, "The fucker has his one leg up close to her butt, as he drills his dick into her, and she throws just one leg up over his ass. Their other legs are stretched out. He can jab it to the sides of her cunt at this unusual angle. That is called 'angle-fucking', technically speaking."
"Good! I like to know the technical terms," Jeff assured him.
"This is a fun-fuck too," Dave smiled proudly, pointing at the next color photo. The blonde man was standing up, and drilling her. The woman was hanging on, wrapping her legs at the calves-around his legs. Her tits were crushing against his chest, arms wrapped around each other, lips pressing against each other as the penis stabbed away.
Then, in the next picture the man was sitting up, and the woman reaches back with her hands, as the man takes them. They rest back against their locked hand-clasp, and this was creating an erotic sight for Jeff.
"You see they have a great swing effect fucking from this angle," Dave explained. "The love-button is given greater stimulation by the pecker from this angle than any other."
"How do you like this?" Laura smiled, pointing to the next photo. "The man is sitting up, and the woman lies on her back, throwing her legs on both sides of him as he slides into her, and reaches out to grasp her breasts. It is beautiful because he can manipulate her titties and really sock it to her from that position."
"I want to try every fucking position," Jeff announced.
Looking up at Laura, and beaming with joy at the thought of all the hard-screwing he could do for them, Dave purred, "Jeff was a real discovery, honey. Guess our horoscope wasn't kidding?"
"Why? What did your horoscope say?" Jeff asked Laura, curious to know what Dave meant.
"My horoscope said today was a good day for business opportunities. Seize them as they come your way-and that's what I've done," Laura giggled, reaching out and seizing Jeff's pulsating penis, stroking it while he looked on to the next color shot which made him convulse with laughter.
"What on earth is that?" Jeff demanded, pointing to the photo depicting a man standing, bending over, reaching out to grip the buttocks of a female who had her arms resting on a pillow, upside down, her tits jutting out, her upside down cunt sliding over the thrusting tool.
"That, my friend-is upside-down fucking!"
"Oh, Wow!" he chuckled, "Never heard of that!"
"There's a lot you haven't heard of. But when we finish teaching you, there will be very little you haven't heard of!"
"How about this one?" Dave smiled, pointing to a picture of a woman sitting on the very edge of a chair, the man who was sliding his tool into her was on his knees, making his entrance between her spread legs.
"See, they can kiss, and he can use his hands to caress her," Laura explained proudly. "A really marvelous way to make it!"
"And here's another chair-fuck," Dave nodded, "The man sits in a chair and the woman, with her legs outside his, facing away from him makes the insertion. He can play with her belly, her tits, and her clit. Real neato!"
"Yeah," Jeff smiled, licking his lips in anticipation of all the excitement that lay ahead of him.
"Hey, how about this one?" Laura smiled, "The man lies on his back like so," she pointed to the color photo. The chick gets on top, facing away. Together they get her cunt down over his cock. Both of them make it, and his hands can stimulate her clit, and reach around her tits-all over."
"This is one position I like a-lot," Dave smiled, "I love to kneel."
The color photo depicted the man and woman kneeling on the bed. Her one arm was wrapped around his naked shoulder, and her hand was on his neck. And the man reached around to grip her behind, to massage it, play with it, pull it tighter to him. As their lips pressed together, they kissed passionately.
"Mmmmm-good!" Jeff commented.
The next picture showed the man standing, and the woman lying on her back. After he'd gotten his dick into her, she had wrapped her legs around him, and he was lifting her buttocks in the air, and being suspended this way, it gave him greater penetration.
"Wild clit contact," Dave said in a cool manner. "Yes, this is very, very popular with our women-once our studs illustrate."
"I think I'd like this backdoor angle setup," Jeff told them bluntly.
He was looking at a picture where one man was flat on his back and a woman was straddling his legs, as she let her vagina slip down over his prick. She was facing the opposite direction, and he was massaging her behind.
"The pillow is a big helper in making fucking pleasurable," Laura said, turning to a picture which depicted a woman's mid-section upraised on a couple of pillows. She was lying on her stomach, and the man was beginning to mount her, adjusting his penis into her. As he drove it into her at this angle, he had access to her breasts, and he reached down to play with her nipples.
He suddenly stabbed her, and as he drilled into her hot anus, it was evident they were both quivering with emotion. All this was reflected in their sweaty bodies, and animated expressions.
"Oh, I'd like to do that," Jeff suggested, "I'm a backdoor man-will you let me screw your ass-hole, Laura?"
"If you want to," she smiled smugly, "We'll see how good you are tonight, tiger."
"It's important we find out how good you'll be at fucking," Dave nodded his approval. "And too, Laura can give some new twists to her old tail that'll clue you in."
Patting her smooth, round behind, Laura corrected him, "Don't say 'old' tail, honey! My tail is 'fresh,! "
"You bet it is," Dave said, leaning over and kissing his wife on her behind.
"Feels good! Tongue me!" she smiled.
And reaching up, Dave didn't disobey her request. His mouth opened, his tongue lashed out, and soon his hands pulled her white ass-cheeks apart, and he slid his tongue up her hot, tight channel.
It didn't take long for him to stab it up her hot ass-hole, and soon her body was quivering passionately.
"Oh, lover-fuck me," she begged, "Give it to me! My ass is ready!"
"To the bedroom," Dave smiled, as he pulled his tongue out, and the three of them headed for the bedroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When they went back to the bedroom, Laura was ready to let him try any kind of sex he wanted to on her. So, she smiled, and suggested, "What position, lover?"
"I'd like to have you get on all fours like a fuckin' animal," he told her, "Then, I'll ram it up your rear end."
Laura quickly got a couple pillows in place, lay across them, and arching her ass up, prepared for the invasion. It didn't take long for Jeff to mount her. Straddling her, he slowly slid his penis into place. As it slipped into the tight channel, her body quivered.
"Ohhh, that feels beautiful," she said, "you've got a good pecker-and you got it in there without a lube job too. That's an achievement."
Jeff found this position particularly pleasurable. It allowed him an opportunity to play with her breasts while he drove it into her.
She loved the feel of his fingertips on her nipples, and she let her behind thrust back to him, as he pitched his penis into her. She wiggled her buttocks in such rapid-fire movements, he obtained enormous satisfaction from thrusting it into her.
Dave was getting turned-on just watching him perform and he gave him a good, resounding whack on the ass.
"Give her a good fucking. She loves it up the ass-hole," he assured him.
"So do I," he smiled.
"The object is," Laura explained, "to vary the cockthrusts. You thrust it up there with alternating hard-driving thrusts, and then you ram it up slowly."
"Alright," Jeff said, trying to follow her instructions. He rode it into her in slow, penetrating movements, and then he rammed it up there with hard force.
Laura instantly gripped it in her tight anal channel, and surprised Jeff with her skill at using her muscles there.
"Say, you're really going to town," he told her, "You've got a trained ass-hole."
"She has to have," Dave smiled, "I make her let me up the backdoor all the time."
"He does," Laura admitted, "Now, baby, while you're playing with me, why don't you pinch my titties. That would give me a super sensation too!"
Reaching her breasts easily, with the body being upraised at the middle, Jeff learned he had excellent vantage to play around with her there.
"Mmmmm, I like it when you stab my ass like that," she told him. "Do it to the right, and I'll swing my butt to the left."
The moment Jeff drove his penis to the right, she twisted her behind to the left. This was followed with straight forward motions.
"Fuck it," he remanded, "Grab that prick!"
Laura turned-on, gripping his penis in her vagina and twisting all directions.
The two of them were building to a passion point, as her gyrating behind turned him on.
"Fuck it," he gasped, ramming it in to the hilt, and pinching hard on her nipples. "Yes, yes, baby-keep that up-ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, harder, honey, harder!"
Ignited, Laura kept her behind gripping his male member, never slowing ? down for a second.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, fuck-fuck!" he gasped delightedly, and then the hot sperm shot up her hot hole.
"Now, ohhh, ahhh-yes, yes, fuck!"
She milked his penis for him as his fingertips performed their skillful exercise on her nipples.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, baby, I'm coming too," Laura moaned in delight, as her vagina juiced when the cock-stabbing action up her ass-hole got her so excited.
The moment she came she had the sudden, and passionate desire to have him eat her.
"Oh, lover," she moaned in her sexual ecstasy trip, "Pull that peter out of my ass-hole, and eat my pussy-please baby, do me!"
Jeff roughly jerked his huge, pulsating penis out of her behind, and it hurt.
"Easy does it, honey. Don't be in such a hurry when you jerk that dick out of my ass-hole!"
"Alright, sexy," he smiled, "Didn't mean to pull a sadistic stunt on that sweet butt of yours."
"It's good to know all these things," Dave explained, "because when you're pleasing a woman it's vital you make her as happy as you know how-and that means sliding the thing out slowly-slowly."
Now, Laura had turned over, and she was pointing her vagina right at Jeff, spreading her legs, and begging him, "Go down on me, baby!"
It didn't take him long to find his place. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her hot hole. His tongue swept over the surface, and then he dipped inside, letting his tongue sweep all around the velvety vagina walls.
"Eat my snatch," she panted, "Yes, yes, baby! Ohhh, clean my cunt out with your tongue, honey!"
"Good hot lunch, eh, stud?" Dave smiled, as he got more excited watching Jeff's hot tongue lashing her vagina. "Keep that action up! Yes, baby, yes.'"
She was enjoying it immensely, reaching down to let her fingers flick through his hair while he ate her. Then, she pushed forward, meshing herself still closer to his mouth.
"Suck it-suck my cunt!"
Jeff didn't pull away until he'd finished eating her. And now, Dave was hard.
"Got me so worked up with that pussy-eating operation I'd like to fuck your face, honey," Dave told her.
"Okay," she smiled, "I'll suck your meat!"
Dave got on the bed with both of them, and he raised his legs, and smiled, "start with a little ass-suck, and move on to my balls, and then slip your mouth over my rod."
"As you like it," she said agreeably. Apparently, Dave had her well-trained.
She cupped his buttocks in her hot hands, and kept her eyes open to watch, as she slipped her tongue into his hot, eager ass-hole. And then, she thrust it quickly in and out, in and out, in hot darting movements.
"Oh, Wow," he smiled excitedly, "Is that sucking or is that sucking?"
The action continued, and the hot tongue jabbed up there in rapid-fire movements.
"Faster, honey, faster," he begged, a broad smile flashing across his face. No doubt about it, Laura's lack of inhibitions made it possible for her to communicate sexually with her husband's intense sexual desires.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're beautiful! Why don't you rim and jerk me at the same time?"
"Alright," she, smiled, momentarily taking her tongue out of his tight, hot behind.
"Don't stop now," he demanded, "get your mouth back on me, baby, and be quick about it."
It didn't take long for Laura to slip her tongue back up there, and then her hand grasped his mainstem, and she began pulling on his penis, the great testicles tugging as her hand moved quickly up and down his rod.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he moaned happily, "Keep your wild movements going! Suck on, sweetie, suck on my ass!"
"You see," Dave smiled, "She has talent! And it's all in her tongue!"
No doubt about it, they-were about the most uninhibited couple you could imagine, with no holds barred when it came to obtaining ultimate sexual satisfaction.
"Suck-on," he panted, "Pull that prick! Harder! Faster! Oh, wow-not so hard! Take it easy," he told her, noticing her vigorous movements were bringing it almost to a climax.
"Honeysucker," he smiled, "lick my nuts-eat 'em, and then cop your mouth quick-like a bunny on my meat, honey!"
Their intimate love-play talk fascinated Jeff, and to his surprise, his penis was stiffening watching.
Once her tongue was away from his ass-hole, she utilized it to lick on both testicles. But, she didn't stop there. She moved on to open her mouth, and with her mouth open she could enjoy both balls at the same time. Her hand-action had to slow, as she could tell from the feel of the pulsating tool that all too quickly it would be reaching climax.
When she finished licking on the balls, she proceeded to lash to the top of the cock. Her mouth suddenly slipped over the huge penis, and he guided her happily, pushing her down to the base of his rod, almost choking her.
"That's it, baby doll-eat my joystick! Come on, honey, suck my meat," he told her. "Suck it!"
Passionately, she sucked his juicy joystick, awaiting eagerly the hot, climactic moment.
Suddenly, he thrust his body forward, pitching his penis into her in a hot fury, his hands forcing her farther down over his pecker.
"Gobble it," he demanded, "Suck the living hell out of it, ohhh, yes, baby, eat my meat! Suck it! Suck it off!"
Quickly, Jeff could see how her mouth moved at the moment of orgasm. She was eager not to let it flash down her throat, and as she gulped the juices in a passionate suck that had him flipping.
"Ohhhh, baby, what cocksucker you are! Ohhhh, ahhhh, it's like being sucked-alive!"
From the way Dave's body pitched as she sucked his main-stem it was evidence for Jeff the two of them delighted in their way-out sex trips.
She didn't pull off until she'd devoured him completely. "Ohhh, ahhh-baby! Baby!" Dave smiled, wrapping his arms lovingly around her, sweeping down to her smooth, curving behind, and patting her lovingly.
"Nobody sucks me off like you do-nobody!"
The two of them Frenched, and no doubt Dave was even enjoying licking the sperm off her tongue-his own sperm, and maybe traces of mine too, Jeff chuckled to himself as he thought about it. When they pulled apart, they looked up at him, "See how it's done, Jeff, old boy?" Dave asked, a smile lighting his face.
"You bet I do," Jeff laughed.
"What it boils down to," Laura explained, "is this-a lot of men and women are fucking and sucking more and enjoying it less."
"So," Dave finished for her, "They need our services. We cater to women who need a man who'll do anything. And, we mean anything."
"I'm ready-and I hope I can make them happy."
"Just remember this," Dave laughed, "when your pecker gives out-let your tongue take over!"
"I'll try to keep that in mind."
"Do you have a phone where we can contact you?"
"Sorry-not yet," Jeff said nervously, thinking of his sister Jan and what she would be thinking about him staying away so long.
Instantly, Laura picked up on this.
"You live alone, Jeff?"
"No," he replied.
Laura's jaw dropped. She felt instinctively Jeff was a loner, and this was the type of man she liked to work with. She immediately laughed, "I hope your wife won't mind your outside activities."
"She's not really my wife," Jeff got out of that quickly, "She's just a girl I'm shacked up with."
Relieved, Laura smiled, "How nice. I don't deal with women in the business or I'd suggest putting her to work. But, Dave, and I have confined our operation to providing, sturdy, good men."
"Oh, that's just fine," Jeff assured her. "I don't think the chick I'm living with would be interested."
"And I know why," Laura said quietly.
"Why?"
"She's hooked on you."
"You flatter me," he smiled, "I hope some of the women you're going to have me service, feel as enthusiastic about me as you do."
"They will," Laura smiled, "providing you remember a few things I've learned from being in the business. Number one, don't be too nice to the. women you're fucking. They get upset if a man is willy-nilly, or too kind. They like a touch of meanness in a man. Makes them feel they're being dominated, and they'll crawl to your feet, and lick them-providing you set the stage for sex the right way."
"That's what I want," Jeff enthused.
"Well, right off the bat, let them know who's boss. Don't get side-tracked by all this women's lib crap. Women are women, and men are men, and vive the difference as the French say!"
"Vive the difference," Dave joined in, with an imitation of a Frenchman's accent.
"Well, I'd better split," Jeff said, rising and starting to slip into his shorts. "I'll have some tall explaining to do when I get back this morning let me tell you."
"Oh, you'll think of something," Dave smiled.
"I always do-but she doesn't always believe me," Jeff grinned, "That's the rub!"
"Bye', bye', baby," Jeff said, after he'd finished dressing, and bent over to kiss Laura's cheek which she turned up to him.
"Take care, and drop by tonight. And" get that phone, so we can swing. I'll make it worth your while."
"I could manage a small loan if that would help you get the phone in," Dave offered.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Jeff smiled, "I'm not broke. Not yet."
"And you won't be either if you join our team," Laura assured him.
CHAPTER NINE
By the time Jeff got home, Jan was almost out of her mind with worry. So, the moment he walked in the door, she rushed toward him throwing her arms around him passionately.
"Where on earth have you been, baby?" she demanded.
"Honey, why are you up?" he said casually, controlling himself completely.
"You know damned well why," she said angrily, "I was waiting for you. You know I can't go to sleep when you are out like that."
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he replied.
"You don't know how all alone I felt being here like this in New York City and knowing nobody."
"I'm really sorry," Jeff assured his distraught sister.
As she pulled away from him, she said, "Tell me-where were you?"
"Looking for work," he smiled.
"You expect me to believe that-at this hour of the morning?"
"Dancing lessons," he improvised quickly, "I'm going to give women dancing lessons."
She paused, not knowing whether to believe him or not.
"Dancing lessons-to whom may I ask?"
"Women who want to dance," he replied coolly. "We've got to bring in some bread if we're going to stay in this town."
"Well, you do have a point," she said, "but I was sure you were catting around with some hot-blooded female."
"Nothing could be farther from the truth," he lied smoothly.
And then, she said, "Oh, honey-let me love you. Let me suck you all over to show you just how much you mean to me, brother."
Jeff had had enough sex for a week. The last thing he wanted was some mouth pumping on his penis, trying to spring it back to life when he'd just been juiced all night by oversexed Laura.
"If that's what you want," he smiled at his sister, not letting on for one moment he had any feelings to the contrary. She fell for it immediately.
And then, she began undressing him while he was standing there. Walking over, she started to unbutton his shirt for him.
"Baby, can't you wait until I get in bed?" he smiled.
She hung on him, and shook her head, "No, darling, I can't!" Apparently, the hours alone had done something to her. They had erected a barrier that she felt only the sexual connection could remove to restore them to their sexual closeness.
"Hey, honey-let's get cracking," she said, as she felt of his male member. Pulling his penis out of his shorts, she brought it to her mouth as she knelt lovingly at her brother's legs. Jeff didn't like her to get so worked up over his body, but he had a difficult time turning her off.
She brought it to her full-lipped mouth, and looked up at him adoringly, "Oh, brother, you do something to me!"
"My cock does it for you," he winked.
Closing her eyes in rapt adoration, she slowly brought the penis into her mouth and began sucking on it. It felt fantastic to have the cock being sucked in this manner.
"Eat it," he said tightly, knowing how much she loved this domination. The giant-size penis slid in and out of her mouth, and Jeff had to admit to himself it was indeed a sensuous delight to see her sucking on his saliva-slickened tool as it rolled in and out of her mouth.
Momentarily, she pulled her mouth off it, and said, "Baby, let me take you back to the bedroom where I can express all that I feel for you. Please, baby-please," she begged.
Her insistence motivated him to let her have her way. They went into the bedroom, and he flipped off his shorts, letting them land in the corner of the room.
Then, he got on the bed, and lifting his legs, patted his penis, "Got something for you," he smiled innocently, in the little-boy way that always got Jan eager, to suck on him. She came up closer to his crotch, her hands, reaching down to grip his behind. And then, she let her tongue flap along his crack in his ass. Now, he knew what she wanted to do. He didn't object, and embraced her with his inner thighs, as she buried her face in his behind. Suddenly, her hot tongue lashed around his ass-hole, and then, she plunged it into him and shot it back and forth into him. He loved the tongue-jabbing sensation, and urged her to keep the action up.
"Ram it up there," he begged, now turned on with her tongue-thrusts.
This is the way the ass-eating operation should be, he thought to himself. The female should be delighted to suck at the man's ass. After all, it was an intimate connection for both persons involved. And if the man wasn't truly turned-on with the female whose hot tongue lashed his ass-hole, the pleasure would be vastly reduced.
However, with his beautiful sister Jan, there was no problem. Jan was sensational, with the well-rounded, body that would drive any red-blooded man up the wall. And when her tongue suddenly drove high into his ass-hole, he was quivering all over the place.
"Fuck my ass-hole," he told her tightly, reaching down to hold his buttock cheeks open for her so she could reach way up there and give him the kind of action he needed.
"Oh, yes, baby-that ass suckin' gets me so hot I almost shoot my wad when you do it to me!"
He put on a good act, acting as if he hadn't had sex that night or early morning at all. And Jan felt convinced now from the way his body bounced about the bed, as her tongue stabbed him that indeed he was eager to have sex, and hadn't done anything.
"Suck my sweet ass, sister-suck it for your ever lovin' brother!"
Passionately prompted by the affectionate interchange of words, beautiful Jan kept her face buried in her brother's firm, round behind, the ass cheeks held open in invitation by her eager stud-brother.
"Oh, baby-is that ever sweet suckin'! " he gasped passionately as her tongue continued to lash him there. "More, honey, more. Shoot that tongue higher up my ass-hole! Oh, yes, yes, do it-do it for me, honey. I need it, baby, I need it!"
The wild tongue lashing continued, and he was totally turned-on, but one big fear now surfaced. With all that tongue stabbing, would he be able to hold back.
Finally, she knew she'd better get her mouth over his tool, and she eagerly slipped her tongue out of his ass-hole, flashing it along his testicles, and up the underside of his throbbing penis. She wasted no time in letting her mouth slip over the slick head of his rod, and then she sucked passionately.
"That's it, baby-keep the action going! Eat it! Suck that prick! Ahhh, ohhh, yes, baby, yes-eat my meat!"
The mouth went down to the base of the penis, and she sucked vigorously, bringing her brother to the brink of orgasm. Jeff threw his hands over Jan's head, guiding her, as he pitched his penis to her from first one angle and then the other.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, baby, yes-suck that prick," he panted, "Suck it! Suck that dick!"
And then he felt the juices being sucked out, as the steady stream of sperm surfaced in his penis-head.
"Now, suck me, sister-suck me, suck me," he moaned excitedly. "Oh, yes-yes, keep it up, baby-more-faster! Ahhh, ohhhh, yes, suck that juicy prick, suck it off!"
Strangely, the taste of her brother's sperm had a fantastic psychological effect upon her. She felt as though they were whole again; reunited. Why this cock, and mouth connection, and why this fountain of sperm should do that she didn't know. And, Jeff felt the same thing. He only felt love as he watched his sister swallow his semen.
"Eat it!"
The act of her accepting his load, swallowing him, savoring it, somehow all excited his imagination and made him feel delighted indeed.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhh-yes, baby, yes," he demanded, "Suck it all out! I feel it to my toes when you suck me like that!"
Indeed the sexual ecstasy which flashed through his body became so intense, it was almost painful. He had to pull her off as she acted as though she'd flipped out and wouldn't stop sucking his pecker until she was forced off it.
"That's enough, honey-there isn't any more! That's all, baby-that's all!"
She got the point at last and pulled her mouth off, much to his relief. And then, she snuggled up to him. His arms held her, his hands stroking her back, patting her rump playfully, and she whispered,' "With you, everything is beautiful and bright, when you're gone, honey-it all goes sour!"
"You mustn't let me do that to you," he told her, "I want you to love me, baby, and I dig having sex with you-but I mustn't mean that much. It's dangerous!"
"Dangerous?"
"Remember Mom," he reminded her, "She got hooked on me, and you know how that ended. We mustn't let us end like that! We mustn't, baby-we mustn't!"
"Alright, luv," she said softly, two tears rolling down her cheeks as she thought of
Mom's suicide, and that tragic note she left behind.
"She told us to forget that she ever lived," Jeff said somberly, "but how can I? All she ever did wrong was love me-too much! It wasn't a sin so bad God could never forgive her."
"She never asked him to," Jan said sadly, "Maybe because she couldn't reckon it as a sin-any more than I can. But, I don't want to wreck your life with my headstrong passion!"
"You're not wrecking anything, luv-but try to have an affair with another mall. That is the only way we are ever going to be able, to survive."
"You think; so;? " she asked in alarm. "Is it as bad as all that?"
"Yes, worse," Jeff nodded, trying to make his sister understand what could become of her if she allowed her passion to rule, her totally, and then discover suddenly the chains she imagined she'd forged around her brother, were, in reality, the chains she'd created for herself, which bound her to a prison within her own emotional framework, whereby she could find communication with anyone else nigh impossible. It was into this prison Mom had consigned herself, and the only escape was death-the awful escape route she chose.
"Oh, brother, maybe you're right. Maybe an affair with somebody else is what I need. I'll try. I really will!"
"I don't know where to tell you to go, darling," he said sadly, "That is something you must figure out for yourself. But, baby-don't ever despair."
She was reaching down, playing with his penis like a toy, and as she did it slowly was coming back to life. She looked at it, and smiled, "Isn't it funny-this little man here-your penis-that's what the women want, your sweet ass, your lips, your tongue."
"Don't forget my teeth," he laughed, "Women like it when you bite them."
"Bite me," she begged her brother, "Suck on my tits, and bite the nipples. Not hard-just lightly. I'd love that."
He bent over, sweeping his tongue around her breasts, and then building up a steady suction around the nipple. And when his teeth bore down on each nipple, her body quivered with excitement.
"Oh, Wow!" she panted, "does that ever feel good! Keep it up, baby. Keep it up!"
The passionate action persisted until he was brushing his face across her breasts, tantalizing, teasing, and pleasing her with his tongue, his teeth, and his soft-expressive kisses. Jeff wasn't crude or coarse like so many boys at school who'd put the make on her. It was his delicate touch-his feeling he added to it that made her tremble to his touch.
Utilizing his fingers effectively, Jeff immediately swept down to her vagina. But, he still persisted in exciting her breasts, not wanting to race to bring her to the pitch she sought so deliberately.
There was nothing mechanical or put-on about the way he went after a woman. He refused to go down on her until he had sufficiently stimulated her. This was the thing she really dug.
"I like your titties," he told her, "I really do!"
"Oh, I know you do, Jeff. I know you do!" she replied, so delighted that he could keep her so emotionally stimulated. And then, ever-so-slowly, he let his tongue lash down to her hot vagina. He had her quivering, as his hands reached under her to cup her buttocks, as his face moved in on her vagina.
"Love my pussy," she begged, "Love me there, baby! Always love me! Ohhh-yes, yes, love me, baby-love me!"
The passion would not end, his tongue led the way and it thrust inside her vagina. Lashing around inside her velvety vagina walls, he quickly brought her to a scorching climax. She had her hands down there, lovingly patting him on, begging, "Eat my pussy, baby-eat me there! Ohhh, I love it when you suck me, please, baby-eat me!"
Jeff understood. He ate his sister, proudly swallowing her juices, eager to display his passion anyway he knew how to convince her she was loved. Minus a father, and with Mom gone her tragic suicide route, he had to supply the love of father, mother, brother, and lover. It wasn't easy, but he figured his tongue up her hot vagina was doing as good a job as any other way.
Jeff remained between her legs, until he'd licked and kissed her sufficiently, and then slowly rising, his arms wrapped lovingly about her.
"Oh, I love it so much when you do me down there," she said softly, "It is tremendous, honey-it really is!"
CHAPTER TEN
The next day, Jeff went out on assignment. He went to the bar where Laura threw her naked tits and ass about, and there was Dave sitting there sipping a beer slowly.
"Hi, buddy," Dave greeted him.
"Hi, Dave," he said, sitting down. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"I wouldn't have to meet you here if you had a phone at your place," he complained. "When are you going to get that phone installed?"
"Soon," he smiled, "Soon!"
"I hope so, and I hope that chick you're shacking up with will understand."
"She will," he nodded, as the girl came over to ask him what he wanted. "A mug," he smiled at her.
"Yes, sir," she greeted him sexily. Laura was dancing, and she smiled, and waved at him. He waved back.
"Here's a slip of paper," he said, handing Jeff a name, address and phone number. "This dame needs a good sucking, no doubt, and you're just the tongue-man for the job. Most of these dames are frustrated chicks whose husbands make them eat their dicks, lick their-"
"Watch it," Jeff said, under his breath, calling his attention to the waitress returning with the mug of beer.
"Right-on," Dave smiled understandingly. "You know I wonder why these idiots play this damned music so loud. It's awful! You can't hear anything!"
"That's a good question," Jeff griped, enjoying his beer, as he observed the raucous music was almost making the room vibrate like a five point earthquake.
"Anyway, this dame will give you some good money. Now, half of it is our fee."
"Half?"
"Yep, half," Dave said flatly, "We're the ones who line up these dizzy dames for you. And, we got our price up that high, because we recruit our men, and we guarantee satisfaction-or else!"
"Or what else?"
"Or else dissatisfaction," he chuckled. "Anyway, it's fair as hell, Jeff and Laura and I don't want no complaints. We took over the business from a cat who charged us plenty for his list of names."
"You mean you had to pay just to get the names of these rich dames who are loaded?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "Nothing for nothing is the first law you learn when you come to New York."
"I'm beginning to find that out," Jeff said.
"Where, you from anyway?"
"I don't like to talk about it," Jeff said quietly, and having finished his beer he ordered another.
Quietly, Dave asked intently, "You're not on the lam, are you?"
"No, I'm clean," Jeff assured him, "It's a personal thing. Nothing you have to worry about."
"Good," Dave said relieved, "We don't take chances because these wealthy women don't want to get robbed or worse, if you know what I mean!"
"I do," Jeff told him.
And after a few more minutes of chit-chat, Dave said, "Now, you'd better run along and take care of this dame. She's expecting you-so I'd split if I were you!"
"Alright," he said, and picking up the piece of paper with her name and address, he headed for her apartment. A taxi took him to the swanky apartment overlooking Central Park. He was shot up to the fortieth floor in a silent, swift elevator, and stepped out onto plush, thick carpeting. Going down the hallway, he came to her number. He pressed the buzzer. A voice asked softly, "Who is it?"
"Jeff-Dave sent me."
"Alright, Jeff-I'll be right with you."
Jeff waited quite a while and wondered if the dame would ever make it to the door. When the door opened, he understood why. Apparently, she had been pouring on pounds of make-up in an effort to give the appearance of being younger than she was-much younger, in fact.
And then, he noticed her bright, flower-print dress brushing the floor. She had put on a lot of cloth to create some other illusion, the precise purpose not self-evident. Maybe, she thought the long dress was youthful. But, her body wasn't bad. However, her face showed the lines of too much booze, maybe drugs too, he couldn't be sure.
"Come right in, Jeff," she said, "I-I'm sorry it took me so long to answer, but I was dressing."
"Oh, that's alright," Jeff said awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to conduct himself.
He followed behind her, and then he looked ahead and got a view of the sparkling city stretching across the horizon. The beautiful glow of the city lights impressed him no end.
"This is gorgeous," he smiled, "Wow!"
"It's home," she said, trying to play down the obvious pretentiousness with which she'd furnished the place. "Won't you sit down, dear and make yourself comfortable?"
"Thank you," Jeff smiled good-naturedly, sitting down in a window chair that afforded a fantastic view of Central Park below, and all the towering apartments that surrounded the city. After he was seated, and enjoying the view, she asked, "Now, would you like a drink, darling?"
It gave him a funny feeling to have this rich, older woman calling him darling. The male hustler image had always been one he'd rejected, and now he was living it.
"Bourbon and seven, baby," he smiled enthusiastically. "Jack Daniels if you have it."
"Of course I have it," she smiled, and then, she poured him a drink of bourbon, giving him two jiggers-large jiggers. She fixed some champagne for herself, and came over to hand him his drink. Unsteadily, she reached out.
"Thanks," Jeff said, accepting it nervously.
"My name is Helen," she said quietly, "and you are Jeff."
Sipping his bourbon slowly, he nodded nervously, "Yeah, I'm Jeff. Glad to meet you Helen."
. "The pleasure is all mine," she smiled. "My, but you are a handsome man. It isn't every day a woman gets a chance to make it with a good-looking man like you!"
"Well, thanks," he smiled. "Should I take my clothes off now so you can see what you're getting?"
. "I'd like that," she said softly, "Why don't you strip and let me see just what you look like in the nude!"
"I was only kidding," Jeff laughed, taking-another sip of his drink.
"I wasn't."
"Alright, Helen, it's your dime."
Jeff got up, proudly stretching to his full six feet. Then, when he'd expanded his chest, and given his ego a good boost, he proceeded to strip. But, he did a slow-strip, not wanting to cheat her out of the suspense.
He took off his suit-coat, tossing it on a chair. And then, he sat down, and untied his shoes. As he kicked them off, and stretched his toes, he laughed, "Silly-wearing these uncomfortable old shoes all over, isn't it?"
"Yes, it really is," she smiled. "Continue!"
"Don't worry, honey-I'll show you everything."
And then rising, he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. When he had it off, he tossed it aside carelessly. Next, he unzipped his pants, and slid out of them.
It didn't take long for him to let his hard-on tease her through his purposely tight fitting nylon shorts.
"Why stop here?" Helen smiled.
"Because I thought maybe you liked to peel the shorts off yourself, Helen."
"How thoughtful," she said pleasantly. "I would enjoy that very much!"
And so, she got to her feet and moved in closer. As she came closer, he got a better look at the lines on her face. It would be work. An older woman like this could never turn him on. But then-that was why she was paying for it. If she looked like Gina Lollobrigida or Bridget Bardot she wouldn't be offering money to men.
Helen reached out, and pulled the shorts down slowly, and she had to reach in to fish the huge male member out to get the shorts down at all.
And as his penis flipped before her face, she demanded, "Oh, wow! What a long one! Let me measure this!"
Stepping over to a white French Provincial desk, she picked up a clear plastic ruler, and brought it over to measure. From the top, she calculated, "Eight and a half!"
Then, laughing, as if it was a toy, she said, "Of course, we're cheating you know. If we measured your manhood from down below you could be nine inches-you know that, of course, don't you?"
"No, I didn't," Jeff laughed nervously, "I haven't measured much lately."
"Oh, forgive me," Helen said quietly, "That is just my eccentricity-I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about," Jeff assured her, "Now, I'm yours to play with. Any sex games you've got in mind-I'm at your disposal."
"Oh, Jeff," she enthused, "You and I are going to get along just fine. Its so hard to find a handsome stud like you who is uninhibited."
"I am that, luv-I'm that. Maybe I should have one more bourbon so I'll be more uninhibited."
"Sure," she said, sweeping over to the bar. She fixed him a triple-jigger bourbon this time, and went easy on the seven with a lone ice cube.
"This should do it," she said. Jeff turned his head back, and drank the liquor quickly. And then, smiling at her, he said, "Honey-let me undress you."
"You really want to, Jeff?" she asked shyly, like a young girl with her first fuck.
"Sure, I'd love to," he said, walking naked over to her. He unbuttoned her colorful silk blouse, and then helped her out of her long skirt. It didn't take him long to get the bra off, and he slid her panties down quickly. She was well-stacked. Of course the breasts sagged some, and she had a little bit of a tummy, but all in all, she looked like a good piece of ass and, in her day, a choice piece at that.
"I'd like to part my legs, and watch you lick my ass out for a start," Jeff smiled sexily at her.
"That sounds like fun," Helen laughed, "first let me shut New York City out."
She, pulled the drapes across the picture windows of her apartment which offered such a fabulous view. And then, she went over to the French Provincial white phone on the desk, and pulled it out. Next, she checked the double locks on the doors.
"I always like to have everything just right. I don't want one of my ex-husbands to come barging in," she explained.
"Do you have many ex-husbands?"
"Five, unfortunately," she said, "I guess I'm not a good marriage bet."
"But you did pretty well, anyway. You wound up in this spectacular view apartment."
"I earned it, baby. I earned it with my mouth on all those men!"
"Then you want to do me!"
Sticking her tongue out, she nodded, "Yes, honey! I do. I love husky, virile young studs! I'm sorry!"
"I'm not," Jeff assured her, parting his legs in the most manly manner possible. "Now, just get underneath, reach up and grab my ass, honey, and stick your tongue up there, and lick ass."
"Oh, Jeff-I'd love that," she agreed eagerly, "All my husbands loved to have their asses eaten too."
Jeff put his hands on his waist, and watched in the floor to ceiling mirror that fronted the fireplace. And she gladly got beneath him, reaching up to hold his buttocks, and pry it apart, so she could manage her tongue up there.
Jeff discovered this was a sensational angle, and he really enjoyed watching. Her hot tongue lashed up there, and then she suddenly thrust it forward.
"Suck my ass out," he demanded. And suck, Helen did! With feeling her hot tongue licked first all around his hot, eager, young ass-hole. And just to smell the lusty smell of a virile man's loins intoxicated her imagination once more. She remembered all too well the protests she put up when her husbands wanted her to do this at first. Then, gradually, as she accommodated them, she grew to like the act.
Now, she turned on totally, when she could tongue a young man all over. But, there was something about being beneath his parted husky legs that always excited her.
Clinging to his legs like sturdy pillars, she allowed her tongue access to his ass-hole. Slipping it in and out, she lashed suddenly up there. He lowered, just a trifle so she could stab it all the way up.
Suddenly, stiffening her tongue, Helen had her hot tongue jabbing up there.
"Oh, Wow," Jeff exclaimed, reaching for his staff. Now, he was pulling on his meat, watching himself do it in the mirror, as she sucked at his ass-hole.
The parted legs, the tongue at his ass-hole, the hand gripping the huge, throbbing male member, combined to make a powerful erotic reflection in the mirror, a reflection that turned him on all the way.
And Helen was really excited. She'd wanted to get a young, virile man just like Jeff for a long time. A man who hadn't been hustling the New York wealthy widow circuit until he'd become blas' and a bore.
Jeff was neither blas' or a bore. He was a hot, eager, lusty sexual animal intent on getting his rocks off speedily.
"Keep that hand grabbing," she told him, as she pulled her hot tongue out of his tight anus for a second. "I like it when you're sticky, sweaty, and about to get your rocks off. It turns me on when a man yanks his meat like that!"
"Well, honey, watching in the mirror the way your hot tongue stabs my ass-hole turns me on!"
And then, the action went on. The hot tongue continuing its wild-stabbing action up Jeff's tight anus. And his hand, grasping his mainstem as he pulled fiercely.
"Ohhh, ahhh-suck my ass," he demanded roughly, and the erotic thrills zipped up and down her spine as her manly man asked to have his ass-sucked with all the virile force a man asks a woman to eat him out there.
"Yes, baby, yes-ohhh, wow-keep licking-stab it, stab it with your hot tongue honey. Way up there! That's how! Oh, baby-do it-do it!"
The tongue drove up there, and the excitement seemed as if it would never end.
But, as Jeff pulled on his prick, he wanted to make sure she got a mouthful of his load. He didn't want to shoot in the air, and let it land on her blue carpet instead of her pink, hot mouth.
"Helen, honey-you'd better slide your tongue out of my ass-hole, and get your mouth over my dick because I'm going to juice off in a minute!"
That got her going. She quickly slipped her tongue out of Jeff's behind, and grabbed the penis. She wasted no time in getting her mouth over his prick, and began sucking.
As Jeff thrust his penis into her mouth, she sucked smoothly. The great balls touched her lips, as it glided down her throat.
"That's it," she told him, "Do it! Fuck it!"
The action went on, and the excitement continued. "Keep it up-keep it up," he begged, knowing he was almost there. "You're doing a great job on it! Yes, lover, yes! Suck-suck my prick. Suck it, hear? Suck that juicy dong!"
His hot sperm exploded in her mouth and she sucked on it vigorously.
"Oh, yes, yes-ahhhh, ohhhh, more, baby, more," he moaned in delight. "Suck that juicy prick! Suck it offf"
Helen got a mouthful. She was delighted that her vigorous young stud had performed so well.
"You're too much," she smiled, as she slipped off him. "I really enjoyed that!"
"I'm glad you did, sweetheart! And as you can see I'm ready for a lot more action-"
"Not before I have another drink," she insisted, as she stepped over to the bar and poured herself a vodka and orange juice, mixing a bourbon and seven and handing it to Jeff. They both sat down, and drank.
"How did you ever get into this business?" she demanded.
"It's a long and tragic story, and I'd rather not tell you," he chuckled.
"Do you like your work."
"Yes," Jeff smiled, "I like sex-a-lot"
"You'd have to-to screw all the women you must in this line of work."
"There is always something unusual about it," he smiled. Then, she came over and sat beside him, reaching around to feel his penis.
"My, my, but you've got a big prick. I don't know why I'm so fascinated with young men's dicks," she admitted, "Maybe it's because the penis is like a fountain-of-youth to me and I imagine I'll recapture my youth if I drink enough sperm'"
As Jeff enjoyed her hand playing with him there, he asked her quite frankly, "How much is enough?"
"That's my problem," she explained, "I can never decide how much enough is!"
"Want to start again. My motor's running!"
As she looked at the huge, throbbing penis before her, she admitted breathlessly, "I know it is!"
Together, they went to her bedroom, and then Helen said, "Would you get uptight if
I tried something real different with you tonight?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," he assured her, "Anything you want to do is alright with me!"
"Laura and Dave have done a superb job of training you," she said softly. And then, moving over to Jeff, she reached up, and closed in, pressing her breasts closer to him.
"I'd love it if you'd," and then she hesitated, her eyes moistened, as she realized now she had to ask for it. "kiss me!"
"At your service, sweetheart," Jeff replied, wrapping his arms around her tightly, and pressing to her, as his lips found hers, and he began Frenching her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After some sentimental necking which added a needed note of sincerity for Helen, the action began. She pulled away and said, "Maybe I am demented, but I've had sex every way."
"With women?" Jeff laughed, not expecting her to say yes. But, she did.
"Yes, I've fucked women. I drive a mean dildo."
Stepping to a mirrored closet door, she opened it, and came out with a dildo strapped proudly on herself.
"There's a lot of swinging in high society, honey. You've got to toss away your morals when you move up the social ladder I learned."
"That's great! I can zip to the top. I don't have any morals to throw away," Jeff laughed.
"Good," she said, "The climb should be easy!"
And then, she began pressing a tube of some kind of lube jelly into her hand and rubbing it on the large dildo.
"What are you doing that for?" Jeff laughed, curious to know what on earth was next.
"The more grease, the better to fuck you with, my dear," she replied. "Get up on the bed, and I'll illustrate."
Protectively placing his hand behind his buttocks, Jeff complained, "No dame is going to stab my ass-hole-never. Tongue, yes, plastic peckers-no-no, thank you!"
"Now, don't be that way about it," she smiled. "I've done this for two of my husbands, baby, and they loved it!"
"Sorry but being ass-stabbed isn't my hang-up."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Helen asked coolly, her put-on good disposition suddenly vanishing. "I'm hiring you to do what I want to do, not what you would like to do!"
Jeff thought about' that for a moment. He balanced the money as equated against the torture he imagined would follow such activity.
"Alright," he blurted, "but you would have to come up with something far-out like this."
"That is why I pay so much," she shot back, "Certainly they told you some of the client's tastes were a bit on the bizarre side, didn't they, doll?"
She hit doll hardly, and Jeff knew at last Helen was a spoiled, bitchy female who'd bought everything for a price, including specific sex acts. He concluded that maybe she felt she was getting even with men who had sex with her up the ass-hole, by doing it to them, up the trapdoor.
"Go ahead-what position do you want me in?" he said evenly, figuring if she was going to be completely business, two could play the same sex game. Before, he'd tried to throw some of his real feeling into it to make her enjoy his young body. Now, if she was going to be callously inconsiderate of what he wanted to do, he decided that he would give her a good mechanical fuck. He'd go through it, not complaining arid give her the minimum. If she'd acted a little more concerned with how he got his kicks, he would have been passionate, and Mr. Superstud. Her coldness was her loss, and he decided to let her know it before the fuck was over who was the man of the team.
Jeff got on the bed and looked at Helen.
"Alright, I'm ready-what do you want me to do now?"
"Now, spread your legs, and raise them up so I can slide my dildo up you."
Without smiling, Jeff proceeded to move in the most business-like manner. He raised his legs up, and his ass-hole was spread, ready for the undesired invasion.
"Hmmm, looks like a nice tight fit," Helen said, getting closer to his anus with her well-lubed dildo. And then, slowly, she brought the head of it to his anus, and then slid it in smoothly. At first, the pain made Jeff howl.
"Dammit, you can't get that big old thing up there," he complained.
"It'll stretch," Helen assured him, slowly sliding it further, and further up his ass-hole until she had it in all the way.
"Oh, Wow!" he blurted when the huge plastic penis had gone all the way up there. And then he got a real jolt. It felt good. She thrust it forward, and drove it quickly in and out, in and out. The rapid-fire thrusting produced pleasure, and Jeff was awakened to the fact, the anal channel not only could accommodate a tongue, but a dildo, and feel good.
"Do you like it?" Helen asked him, when she saw he was cooperating, and vigorously gripping the dildo with his anus muscles.
"Oh, yes, I do," she sighed, "This is fantastic!"
The driving dildo was producing pleasure for both of them.
"Fuck me," he asked her as the pleasure increased, "Ram that fuckin' dildo up my ass-hole, Helen. It feels good!"
"I knew you'd enjoy it," she smiled proudly, "Both of my husbands who were anally orientated loved it! After all, if women find it fun to have something sliding up there, men can too. It's just that most of them never think of asking their wife to don a dildo, and fuck their ass-hole out for them!
"Now, steady, baby, and I'll show you something," Helen smiled, easing the dildo-thrusts to a slow-pace.
Now, as she bent over, she reached for his penis, and started stroking it. And as her head bent down over his dick, Jeff realized what she was attempting to do.
"I read you," he chuckled, "You're going to eat my prick while you fuck my ass-hole. Pretty good idea, baby-yes, ohhh, get your tongue on there."
Jeff realized now that it was almost an athletic feat to be able to get the prick in her mouth. It didn't take long, and the penis finally was even with her lips.
"Almost!" Jeff smiled. He helped by angling his body as best he could so she could get the head of it, anyway, in her sucking mouth. When the head finally slipped into her mouth, she felt she had indeed accomplished something different for the young stud who was servicing her.
"Ohhh, that's great. Suck my cock! Fuck my ass out!" he begged. "That's it, baby-give me a good time!"
Helen was used to giving good times to men. She'd made it her life-long business, picking millionaires and playboys to pacify.
That it had paid rich dividends was self-evident. And how she enjoyed the action herself.
In and out, the hot cock thrust. And all the time Jeff was being sucked like he'd never been sucked before.
"Eat it," he told her, "Eat my prick!"
A wonderful new world of sex action opened before him as the powerful replica of a penis stabbed his hot ass-hole, and a nympho-woman's hot mouth did its thing on his prick.
"Fuck my ass-hole, fuck it," he gasped, "Ohh, baby, suck my meat. Eat it. Eat my dick! Yes, yes! Faster-suck my prick faster honey. Stab it up my ass-hole!"
His ass wiggled to her stabbing action, and his hands guided her head over his prick. And then, he shot his load into her eager mouth.
"Suck it," he blurted, "Suck my dick! Eat it!" The hot cum flashed down her throat, and Helen tried desperately to taste the delicious juice, she craved so much. She managed to taste some but most of it gushed down her throat. At least, she hadn't lost it. That was the main thing. She wanted to be fed sperm, and felt confident it would keep her youthful, radiant, and appealing.
After she'd drained Jeff's dick, she pulled off.
"Enjoy that double-way?"
"Yes, Helen," he told her, "It was fun!"
"You'll have to give me your phone number so I can get you back. I'll give you three hundred. You only get two-fifty from them. Why not cut them out? After all, they're greedy as hell."
"Why not?" Jeff laughed, as he watched her slide the dildo from his behind.
He thought perhaps she had gotten all the play she wanted for the day, but he had a big surprise coming. As soon as she had slipped the dildo off, she washed it at the sink.
Jeff stayed out of the bathroom, just as soon not watching this display. And then she came back, and said, "Honey, you know what I'd like!"
"I can't imagine," Jeff told her truthfully.
"I can," she nodded, "I'd enjoy having you using your tongue all over my body."
"Great," he replied, "They say I'm a tremendous tongue man!"
"Let's see if you live up to your reputation," she smiled, as she stretched out on the bed. He began with her face, licking her eyelids, moving down to her lips, her cheeks, and her neck.
"Oh, you're beautiful," she breathed drunkenly. "Go down baby, down-down on little Helen's pussy!"
No doubt she was repeating the same old shop-worn line she'd used on her husband for years-or husbands-Jeff mused, as he moved down. The breasts were sagging, and not the best, but he knew how very important it was to make her feel they were the best tits on this planet. So, he used his hands to cup them, let his tongue lick back and forth, and then went down on them, nibbling at the nipple, biting down effectively, and generally going to town.
"Oh, tickle my titties," she told him, "I loved it when my first husband Harold did that. Nobody's done that since him!"
Jeff didn't know if that was a compliment or not, and he really didn't care. He was doing his job.
He tried to dramatize his sucking action on her breasts, with some sound effects, figuring this would turn her on all the more.
"Oh, wow!" she panted, utilizing a hip-phrase so she wouldn't be outdated.
And her lover used his mouth most effectively so he wouldn't be outdistanced. If he performed well for Helen, he figured there was bound to be more work.
"Ohhh, darling-I can't wait for you to lick my ass out!"
I can, Jeff thought. But, he knew that wasn't the way to please a middle-aged broad on the make for memories. Finishing a good job of licking on both titties, he got to work on her stomach, lapping and licking all over there. He moved down to her vagina. And it didn't take him long to lap up her body there.
His tongue flipped inside her, and he jabbed it to her. She wiggled up to meet his jabbing tongue-thrusts.
"Do it-do it!"
But, he suddenly remembered, he hadn't licked her ass out, so he slipped his tongue out of her hot hole, figuring she might consider that tongue-job but a preview of things to come. And then, he went down to her ass-hole, parting her buttocks, cupping them in his sturdy strong hands. Licking first along her inner thighs, he excited and stimulated her the best he knew how. And then with her anus open to his tongue, he stabbed it to her.
"Do it-do me," she begged, "Eat my sweet ass out, lover-boy-eat my ass-hole!"
She was a sexy, no-holds-barred fucker, Jeff was learning quickly. And he lashed away with his tongue, making most effective use of it-finally thrusting it up there.
Howling with delight, she told him, "Eat it! Eat my sweet ass out! Do it, lover-do it!"
The tongue stabbed up her ass-hole over and over until he sniffed the pussy-juice which was dripping from her vagina as she became so intensely excited.
She knew she had an effective lover in Jeff. He'd do about anything she dreamt up, and put some enthusiasm into it. She had no idea if he was really enjoying himself or not, and she didn't care. The only thing that actually mattered to her was being able to get that action she wanted-and was willing to pay for,'
"Honey, better eat Helen's hot pussy-I'm beginning to ooze, lover-it's delicious, it's nutritious," she made light of it, thinking this might be the most effective maneuver to get her young man's mouth fastened fast to her vagina.
Quickly, Jeff came around. His mouth moved over her hot vagina, and Helen rammed her pussy to his face.
"Lick it-" she suggested, "Lick, lover, lick!"
Zowie! And how her lover licked. Jeff's strong tongue not only lashed, but made jumping invasions of her vagina, finally staying inside her there, holding her in line as her body writhed in sexual frenzy.
"Ohhhh-ahhhhh-love me, love me," she begged as he lashed away inside her hot dripping hole. Jeff felt like a pro, with all the technical know-how required to give any woman a wild ride on the end of his tongue.
"Do me," she demanded, "Do me, lover-do me!"
It was funny how every woman seemed the same here. A hot hole, with smooth walls that required licking. A small clit, penis-like affair that responded to sucking the way; a man's dong did. But, Jeff reserved that focal point of action for the last. Lashing his hot tongue around her, he persistently kept her body pitching back to him.
"Ohhhh-ahhhhh-not one of my husbands ate me as good as you're doing, you pussy-eating stud," she cried, "Ahhh, ohhh Jeff, love-I wish I could afford to make you my next husband. Ahhhh, ohhhhh, baby-I'm flipping out!"
She was too, her hands clawing at his head as the pleasure surged through "her body. She couldn't remember when she had enjoyed anything half as much as this.
The juicy goodness from her vagina gushed into Jeff's hungry mouth, and he delightedly devoured her, enjoying every moment of it immensely.
"Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Yes, baby, yes," she begged him over and over again, as his indefatigable hot tongue lashed her to multiple orgasms, for the first time in years.
Jeff always enjoyed a good pussy-suck, and this time was no exception, and payment too. This is the life, he thought!
When he'd finished eating her, he moved his mouth off her, but remained there long enough to kiss her vagina lips affectionately, trying to make sure it wasn't just mechanical sex-play, which would not distinguish him at all from her other paid playmates.
"You know something, Jeff," she said quietly when he had finished kissing her there.
"Not much," he smiled.
"You've made me happy-like I haven't been happy in years. I feel satisfied."
"Don't you always feel satisfied when a guy finishes fucking you?" he asked casually.
"Not at all," she assured him. "Some men are good lovers, other men aren't worth a tinker's damn!"
"Maybe, it's because I'm part French," Jeff smiled.
"Are you really?' she asked enthusiastically, "I once had a French lover. It was when we were visiting Paris and my husband was so occupied with business."
"Husband number one, number two."
"Don't ask me. I'm always confused about which one did what and when and how. I'm no good for remembering faces, but I do remember big cocks-each detail of them. And I never forget a good suck-like you gave me tonight!"
"I hope your memory is long enough to call me back," he said softly.
"like I told you, honey-fifty more to you, if you phone me or give me your number."
"I'm sorry, Helen," he said seriously, "but I couldn't do that. Not that I'm so loyal or anything, but it wouldn't be fair-"
"You are a good fucker," she laughed, "Alright, if I must pay to play-I shall, and you know what?"
"What?"
"It's worth every cunt-sucking cent of it!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the meantime, Jan was trying to see what she could do to earn some money. She met a stunning blonde at a bar and the girl told her, "Baby, why don't you drop over to my place and we can talk about work and things-"
The way she said 'and things' told Jan plenty, but she was pulled to the fascinating blonde with the dancing blue eyes like the moth to the flame.
She followed her to a dressed-up older apartment building and as they stepped into the place, Jan complimented her, "What a beautiful pad you have-"
"Thank you, luv-just something a couple of great interior decorators dreamt up for me. I really am no good at fixing places up at all. But, I'm determined to get this place just the way I wanted it. I'm so glad you like it."
"Well, I do," Jan assured her. The walls were painted a rich brown, and the white Naugahyde sofa blended beautifully with it. Also, she liked the white marble fireplace. The blonde girl stepped over to it, and started it going. It cast a cheerful glow around the room.
"This place is so cozy," the girl smiled, "I call it home-that's all!"
"What's your name?" Jan smiled.
"Debbie," she told her.
"Where are you from, Debbie?"
"Does it make any difference?"
"No, I guess it really doesn't make much difference at all," Jan said, "I'd just as soon not think about my past. Parts of it weren't too pleasant."
"I'm sorry, honey-would you like to know how you could make a good living?"
"Yes," Jan said, "As long as it doesn't involve killing people or anything."
"Oh, darling, of course not-nothing like that," she smiled. And then, she explained, "I hire out for parties."
"Party girl, eh? I've heard about chicks who do that for a living."
"You can make a pretty good living that way," Debbie admitted, and then she led the way to her bedroom. It was a symphony of blue. The walls were pale blue, the carpeting a rich blue, and the phone was silver, the bedposts silver, and mirrors decorated the ceiling, as well as the sliding closet doors.
"This is quite a set up," Jan had" to admit. "I suppose you bring some of your business here. I can't think of a better place for it."
"I can't either," she laughed. "Well, darling, I'll tell you how I feel about it all. Sex makes people happy! I'm not giving them anything that's bad for them. As a matter-of-fact some psychologists say if people weren't so sexually frustrated they wouldn't be involved in so much killing!"
"How do you feel about that?"
"I agree with them. That's why I can do it without a guilty conscience. I mean I went to church and all, Jan-just like you probably did, and sex was equated with sin. But, I've come to realize that meanness, cruelty, violence, killing-this is what evil really is-not sex!"
"Well, you've got the body for it,". Jan smiled, "You really are a beautiful woman."
"You think so."
"Yes, I do."
"Want to see it?"
And then it hit Jan with sharp impact. The woman had been setting her up for this moment. She'd lured her to her apartment to talk sex, and now-she had her in the beautiful blue bedroom with but one purpose in mind.
"Oh, no," she laughed, trying to hide her distaste over the idea of anything involving looking at another woman being undressed.
"Honey," Debbie explained, "Men like to see two chicks naked together. That is one of my exhibitions I sell. Are you interested? This is business-"
"What? Perform before men with another woman ? "
"Why, yes, darling! There's absolutely nothing wrong with two women turning-on."
As she spoke, she slowly took off her clothes. When she was totally nude, she turned around, showing herself off proudly before startled Jan.
"You do have a gorgeous body," Jan admitted her breath coming short, as she suddenly realized that indeed here was a woman who had it within her sexual power to attract her greatly.
"Why don't you let me see you naked, luv?" she panted softly, like a sex animal in heat.
As if hypnotized by the whole idea, she started taking off all her clothes. And as she did so, Debbie marveled at her body.
"You're stacked, honey," Debbie smiled. "A real turn-on!"
"Thanks, hon," she said awkwardly, feeling more than a little embarrassed to have another woman speaking to her like this. Yet, there was a strange magnetic pull she felt toward her, and she didn't stop moving toward her.
"Funny, baby-but I get a sudden urge to kiss you-I've never felt that toward any woman before-"
Debbie smiled, "We've got good vibes, baby, and you're apparently picking up on the same wave-length. Come over here, darling."
And then, she walked over to her, and wrapping her arms around Jan became the aggressive female, kissing her passionately. When she pulled her mouth away from the still stunned girl, she suggested, "Let's get on the bed, baby-"
As they lay on the bed, Jan felt a vibrating effect.
"What's that?"
"I have a vibrating bed that massages you while you sleep or while you do anything-"
"Neat," Jan laughed, "You have everything." And this had a double entendre meaning, for Jan was looking at her well-endowed chest.
"Touch my titties, darling-go ahead!"
Jan reached out, letting her hand slide along the curvaceous surface of her great breasts, with their rosy red nipples.
And as she did so, she couldn't help but marvel at their softness. They felt fabulous to her fingers. And then, the girl smiled, and said, "Ever suck another woman's titties!"
"Yes, when I was a very little girl," she laughed.
"You're a big girl now, and you ought to try sucking tits again. You might get a big surprise to find out how much more fun it is now-than it was then!"
"A good idea," Jan agreed, and bending over, let her tongue sweep along the girl's breasts. And after she finished doing this one tit, she moved to the other.
"Oh, honey-you make me feel so good-I love your mouth action. Yes, yes, baby-it's beautiful!"
Now, the pleasure was building, and Debbie suggested, "Let me try sucking on yours, darling!"
"I'd love that," Jan smiled, and lying back on the massaging bed, she watched blonde Debbie bending over her breasts, and letting her tongue lap out to lick her nipples.
"Suck on my titties," she told her, "Do it-that's it, baby, eat my tits!"
It didn't take long for Debbie to let her mouth sweep down, opening greedily to suck on her there.
"Oh, yes, yes-that's beautiful-eat my titties!"
And as Debbie ate away at each breast, Jan gripped her tightly.
"Love me, baby-love me," she begged, "Ohhh, yes, lover-yes, yes!" , Then, she moved down to her magnificent moist mound. As her face came in contact with her vagina, the tongue swept out, and she dipped inside her.
By reaching up to play with her breasts at the same time, she was managing to excite Jan as she'd never been excited before. Jan could hardly believe it was happening. Another woman, and herself going to town.
Suddenly, Debbie moved her mouth off her there, and smiled, "Would you like to try something really different, darling?"
"like what?"
"like a dildo," Debbie told her. And then she went to a drawer and fished one out and brought it over to the bed.
"See, baby-it has straps," Debbie demonstrated, "which fit around the thighs like so-"
"Oh, that looks funny," Jan had to giggle as she saw her fitting the dildo on. Then, she laughed, and explained, "You must just pretend it's a man's prick. After all this is a replica of some big black dong-so they told me when I bought it."
"Oh, no-they even tell you whose prick impression it is!"
"With the finer dildoes, yes," Debbie smiled, as she straddled Jan. Noticing how difficult it was to get Jan in the perfect mood for the act, Debbie decided to try something, and got off her.
"I always use these red pill-poppers, honey, ever try them?"
"No, I never have," Jan confided.
"Well, it's simple. These red pill poppers break like so!"
Debbie broke one of the pill poppers and a cloud of red dust descended on them.
"You breathe in real fast, baby-don't wait-breathe in deep!"
And, then both women breathed in the cloudy red dust from the second pill popper.
To Jan's complete surprise, the dust did have an effect upon her. It made her hot all over, made her heart palpitate faster. And then, she revealed to Debbie, "I guess my weirdo subconscious is surfacing, luv-I'm getting hot!"
"That's good," Debbie grinned, proud that she'd brought her to this point. "Let's make it now!"
And so, she mounted her once more. Only this time she had laid the necessary groundwork to get her new-found girlfriend into the act-with enthusiasm!
The dildo stabbed into Jan, and Debbie's great, soft breasts crushed into hers. It was a delightful moment for them both, and Jan didn't waste any time in reaching back to feel of Debbie's buttocks.
Grasping it, she massaged her there with a kneading motion. And then, she thought of what she did when she was making it with her brother, and slid a finger up her tight anus.
"Fuck me," Jan gasped, "Fuck me, baby-give it to me! Ohhh, yes, it's just like being stabbed with the real thing!"
"Better, baby-tits are included in this fuck. No guy who socks it to you can supply titties too!"
"You're right, luv-sock it to me!"
Gripping the plastic penis, Jan was getting some fantastic depth-charges in the driving dildo action.
And then the idea seized her to shift her breasts from side to side just to see what it would feel like. The sensation it produced was fantastic.
"Oh, you know how to use those tits. Those pills are a real turn-on, aren't they, luv?" Debbie smiled, as she felt the sweaty body beneath her, struggling desperately to pitch her pelvis up to meet her dildo-thrusts.
"Ohhh, I want it, baby, I want it," Jan gasped, clawing now up and down her back.
"Maybe you breathed too much of that sex dust," Debbie smiled, enjoying her erotic response to the hilt.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Jan moaned as the penis stabs executed expertly by the blonde brought her there.
"Fuck me-fuck me-ohhhhhh, baby, fuck me," Jan persisted, until she gushed again.
This was suck-time for Debbie, who pulled off her, and got down there with her face. Her hot tongue lashed out, and she swept over the surface of her vagina.
"Beautiful," the girl moaned, "Ohhh, do I ever love this!"
And love it, she did.
She enjoyed being eaten by Debbie. Somehow, it seemed a woman was better able to deliver. Her tongue knew what it was doing, because she'd been done.
When she finished, she smiled, "You see, baby-it's all sex-man and woman, or woman and woman-beautiful sex!"
"You're so right! You've taught me more tonight than I ever knew. I always thought having sex with another woman meant runaway hormones or something terrible. Now, I know, it just means-fun, pure and simple fun."
"Do you think we could make some loot like this?" Debbie demanded slyly, hoping her new recruit would agree.
"You mean we will get paid for this?"
'Sure, baby, a hundred each per performance. Not bad, is it?"
"Not bad at all!" Jan smiled.
"Want to try it on me?" Debbie suggested softly.
"Yes, and I need another red pill popper! Where are they?"
"You like those, huh?"
"Yes, I do-I just don't want to get hooked on them."
"No danger," Debbie assured her, "You'll just get hooked on highs on sex. I mean you might become bored with old-fashioned face-to-face fucking-after all this."
"I'll run that risk-where are the pills?"
"Right here," Debbie smiled, picking some out of the drawer at the night-stand. And then Jan broke one, and closing her eyes, sniffed the red cloud of dust that emanated from the plastic pill.
"How do you feel?" Debbie asked her when she was finished.
"like fucking. Now, where is that dildo. I want to put it on."
"Just a minute, luv-I'll wash it off."
Picking it up off the floor where she'd tossed it, Debbie went to the bathroom and washed it off. Then, she came back with a face full of smiles, and handed it to her.
Debbie put it on for her, and when Jan looked in the mirror, she said, "This does look "different, doesn't it ? "
"Never mind what it looks like. It's what it feels like, that counts, luv!"
"True, true," Jan smiled, watching Debbie get on the bed, and lie on her back. Then, she mounted her, and guided the plastic penis into place. It didn't take long for the replica of the black man's penis to slip up her.
Grabbing it tightly in her vagina, Debbie let the penis thrill her.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful. You're doing it just great! Ram it up there. Let me have it, honey. That's it. Just like that. Do it like a man does, when he wants to get his rocks off!"
That word picture projected an image to Jan's mind, and she instantly picked up on it, and thrust forward.
"Fuck it," she told her, "Fuck! Fuck! Ohhh, ahhhh-yes, baby, yes-give it to me! Now, you're screwing!"
Debbie's hands gripped her girlfriend's body frantically. Her new-found recruit to female-female sex was doing a superb job of fucking her cunt on the first try.
"Beautiful, baby-beautiful," she panted, "Ohhh, ahhh-yes-faster! Faster!"
Their bodies were one, sweating, struggling, panting as their breasts clashed against each other, and the dildo rode her. And then, Debbie gushed.
"I made it, baby-I'm coming!"
"Me too," Jan panted, pushing it in once more. "Right-on!"
Both girls pushed against each other as they juiced.
"Keep pushing, honey," Debbie demanded, "Ohhh, ahhh-you're driving me out of my mind, baby-fuck it;-one more time!"
The action was beautiful, and they were both kissing with feeling now. Debbie thought she'd really found something for herself. But, what she didn't know was that much of the passion being displayed, was but a response to the chaos which dwelt in Jan. Jan was held by invisible cords to her brother, and nobody could ever release her from this attraction.
Pulling apart, at last, Debbie smiled, "What are we going to do about us?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," Jan told her quietly, knowing all too well what she meant.
"I think we have something deeper than just sex," Debbie announced flatly.
"I care a-lot for you," Jan assured her, "but there is someone else."
"Are you married to him?" Debbie asked quietly, seeking to determine just how strong the hold was that held her to this male which suddenly loomed between them.
"Not exactly-"
"How long have you known, Jeff?"
"Quite a while," she admitted.
"Would he care about you and me having sex now and then?"
"Oh, I'm sure not. He's broad-minded, especially if it could bring in some bread."
"Just as I thought. True love, based on material considerations."
"We have to eat," Jan said evenly.
"Situation that bad?"
"Yes," she nodded, "We're down to dimes!"
"Oh, baby, let me help you out. I'll give you fifty to tide you over if that will help."
"Help, oh, baby-you're so sweet," Jan sobbed, bending over, and kissing her newfound benefactress.
"Oh, that's alright, darling. I love to help you. But, getting back to work-would you be willing to do some pretty far-out things?"
"How far-out?"
"like doing it with a dog?"
"Do men like that too?"
"Honey, not just men. We put on shows for women too. Remember the Village is a big place, and all kinds of people live here."
"I'm finding that out," Jan laughed.
"But we're not such terrible people, are we, luv?"
"Oh, no, darling. I'm one of you now!"
That impressed Debbie so much, she had to kiss her one more time. Not only did their lips meet, but their tongues too, in a searing soul-kiss, commonly called Frenching. When Debbie pulled away, she looked into Jan's eyes, smiling, "You're a real doll, darling-and we're going to go places, and do things because I'm going to open the right doors for you!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Jeff got home, and Jan was gone, he was annoyed. It bothered him, and he went back to the bar where he'd already been to pay Dave his 'cut'.
"Did she ask you over on the sly?" Dave smiled knowingly at Jeff.
"Course she did. She said I could make fifty more that way-but you know what I told her, I hope!"
"Told her to go to hell in a bread-basket," Dave laughed, "at least, I hope you did!"
"I told her flatly, the truth! You and Laura have been mighty good to me so why should I do anything that you wouldn't get your share?"
"That's the way to talk."
The two men continued drinking, and then Dave suggested, "How about a very unusual sex call?"
"How do you mean unusual?"
"Well, it's a famous celebrity from Hollywood," Dave explained, "you've probably heard of this person. We handle the account."
"Neat-sure, I'm on!"
"First, let me clue you in about a few things-okay?"
"Sure, go right ahead," Dave told him, "Tell me!"
"Well, this customer-likes lots of oral action-tongue, mouth, the whole bit!"
"I dig that too."
"Yeah, but there's a catch!"
"Stop being so damned mysterious and tell me-what's the catch?"
"The movie star is a man," Dave said coolly, checking quickly to spot the first response of Jeff.
"Forget it! Not interested!"
"Alright, but the money's good!"
"Dammit, I said forget it," Jeff insisted, "Not interested! Read me?"
"Yes, yes, I read you, but don't get uptight! After all, how do I know if you'll swing unless I ask you. There's good bread both ways, just checking!"
"Alright, you found out. Now, how about some women?"
"Have a package deal you might like," Dave smiled, "Two dames who dig making it with one stud."
"That sounds appealing. Tell me more!"
"They're both rich, and they have their chauffeur drop by here and pick up the man and take him back to their place in Long Island. The chauffeur is also a big hulk of a guy who acts as bodyguard in case any wise guy wants to make trouble."
"Hmmm! They've got it all figured out. Well, I'm not interested in light-fingering their place, and I don't dig violence, so the chauffeur and I won't have any problems! The main thing is I don't want any warped sex, if you know what I mean."
"Of course that depends on how you define warped," Dave chuckled.
"Of course," Jeff sighed in exasperation.
"You know," Dave smiled, "Some people are so kooky on sex they'll do it with dogs!"
"I know," Jeff said, "Anything for a buck!"
"And then there are some people who make it with somebody in their own families."
"Yeah, I know-that's incest!"
"I knew a guy," Dave reminisced, "Who got hung up on his own Mom. Can you imagine that?"
"No, I can't," Jeff said tightly, hoping he could end the conversation as quickly as possible.
"Well, I can understand why. The guy's Mom married at fifteen, so when he was fifteen, she was thirty and a real knockout. I was a kid then, and he told me about balling Mom. I wanted to put the make on her too, but he told me I was crazy!"
This struck Dave as hilarious, and he laughed, ordering another beer. But he'd struck a sour note with Jeff. Guilt flashed through
Jeff and he couldn't dismiss thoughts of Mom, and how much she loved him.-"Yeah-this kid not only fucked his Mom, but he took pictures of her bare naked, and carried them around with him. At school, of course, the kids got to talking and the authorities put him away. They also tucked her into jail for safe-keeping, molesting a minor-her own son!"
"Takes all kinds," Jeff said.
"That's for sure," Dave said, "And some kinds it takes, makes you wanna' vomit!"
"You know it," Jeff said evenly, wishing Dave had supplied him with a vomit bag when he began his cutting comments about off-beat fuckers, knowing now what Dave thought about him.
"Well," Dave said, "I'll fix you up with the two women tomorrow night. I guess that'll suit you fine."
"Yes, that's great," Jeff smiled half heartedly and then he left and went back to his apartment. When he got there, Jan was waiting for him.
"Hi," she smiled, "You have a good time?"
"Meaning-did I make the bread to keep us in business," he said in a dejected manner, the liquor giving him a groggy feeling.
"Well, how did you make out?"
"I did okay," he said, "How'd you do, sis?"
"Not bad," she said quietly, not wanting to let her brother know that she was making it with a woman.
"Who'd you do?" he smirked, "Some balding, dirty old man, no doubt?"
"You'd never guess," she giggled.
"What'd you do, fuck a bull dyke?"
"Oh, my gosh, you guessed-the first time!"
"It wasn't hard to guess," Jeff laughed drunkenly. "After, all sis-haven't you fucked everything but women and dogs?"
"You're too much," she giggled, "Dogs are next on the fuck parade. No kiddin'. This gorgeous gal does parties."
"An exhibitionist-is that what you've degenerated into?" Jeff slurred, giving her a drunken smile that infuriated her.
Jan didn't like this. She slapped his face with a mean side-swipe, but it didn't bother him. f
"That bugged you because it happens to be the truth," he smiled.
"I'm sorry I hit you," she apologized.
"Don't be sorry bout' anything," he said, "I never am!"
"Not even about Mom?"
"That's different. I loved Mom, and don't bring her up now, dammit-can't you see I'm drunk, and you don't argue with a drunk."
"No, you don't, do you?" she observed crisply.
"Want me to fuck you?" Jeff smirked, "Is that what's eating your cunt out!"
"I-I'd like to have you make love to me," she said softly, "but I can't stand it when you talk to me like that! Please try to be a little bit considerate-just now and then!"
"Alright,". Jeff laughed, starting to strip. "You can love it if you want to-and there's no charge to you, sis! You can do anything you want to-anything, eat ass, suck my balls, any damned thing that would make you happy!"
"I would be happy if you'd stop your drinking," she said evenly. "Please, baby-don't drink so much!"
"I think I'm nicer when I'm loaded," he laughed, "I do, I really do!"
"I don't," she spit back furiously.
"Now that I'm naked," he smiled, standing there in the buff, his proud penis standing up, rigid, ready, "How about some action-tongue girl?"
Jan slid out of her clothes, and naked, walked over to her brother.
She delighted in taunting him with her body. Brushing her well-nippled breasts across his chest, she got his motor going faster.
"You do something to me no dame should ever do," he said, a wild look surfacing in his eyes. "I-I want to eat you when I see you like this. I'm like a wild, untamed sex animal!"
"That makes two of us," Jan smiled, "I get the same feelings when I'm looking at you, darling. I want to lick your balls, suck your ass, do things so humiliating and disgusting that you'd have to beg any woman to do them to your body. Yet, for some kinky reason, I want to do it to you!"
"Everything I have is yours," he smiled, "My cock, my ass, my nuts-every hole for your tongue-let's get on the bed, sister, and fast. After we've fucked the slut-trash, we can really begin making music on the bed with each other."
Even Jeff's voice hypnotized her. Something in the masculine timbre of his voice stimulated her, making her desire him all the more passionately.
When they were together on the bed, "Hey, honey, let's have a sixty-nine suck-off," he told her.
Arranging their bodies so that their faces were even with each other's genitals, he then proceeded to go to town.
Lifting her leg, he got his head down between her buttock cheeks, and his hands tugged them apart, as his tongue slid forward, paving the way for a hot ass-suck.
The hot tongue flashed up her ass-hole, in between licking, and swiping movements all around the anus.
"Oh, Jeff," she moaned, "I just love it when your tongue lashes around my ass-hole. That is a tremendous feeling! Keep doing it to me, darling."
"Stop talking." Jeff told her, taking time out from the action long enough to let her know in no uncertain terms he wanted similar action down around his ass-hole.
Soon, the sister's tongue was licking at Jeff's buttocks, sucking first the inner walls of his ass-cheeks, and then concentrating on the crinkly ass-hole. The taste of his loins was beautiful to her. Nothing about Jeff's handsome, young body, vigorous, and virile in the first bloom of manhood-could ever be revolting to his turned-on sister.
"Suck me, sister, suck me," he panted, as she still hadn't gotten her tongue invading his anal channel the way he desired her to do for him.
Picking up her pace, Jan jabbed her tongue up his hot rectum, panting excitedly, "like that, luv? like it?"
The marvelous sensations were building so beautiful, Jeff resented her taking time out to check his response.
"Sure, ass-sucker, I love it-so much, in fact, I want to have you keep that hot tongue stabbing up there and don't stop for nothin'-"
"Alright, darling," she smiled, and went right back to her brother's behind, to let her tongue stab feverishly at his hot, gyrating ass-hole, which couldn't be calmed down when the thrills she sent through his body peaked in pleasure.
And now, the two of them-brother and sister lovers-were stabbing away at each other's hot, quivering ass-holes, dedicated to but one thing, the achievement of complete sexual communication.
When Jan saw the huge penis, rock-hard and ready, she decided there wasn't a reason in the world why she shouldn't be stroking it at the same time she was doing her thing on his ass-hole.
Jeff got very much excited as she stroked his penis vigorously while she kept her mouth occupied at his ass-hole. He decided it would be a good thing to use his fingers in her gash, and immediately went to work playing with her there. She got very stimulated, and the two of them synchronized their hand movements on each other.
"Beautiful," he panted, when he felt her tight-grip on him, and the speed and skill she demonstrated in giving him a wild jerk-off. "Oh, yes, baby, yes-pull it off! Pull it off, lover-that's how it's done, doll-keep it up-keep it up!"
And then when they both knew they either got their mouths fastened to each other's genitals or couldn't continue, they quickly slid their tongues out of each other's respective behinds, and busily got the mouth working over the sex organ.
It was a fantastic feeling to have the mouth moving swiftly up and down, up and down the penis, and it was equally exciting for Jan to have her brother's hot, tremendous tongue lashing at her vagina.
Jeff thrust forward obtaining a big delight from feeling his enis slide down his sister's throat.
"Oh, Wow!", he groaned in delight, taking his mouth off her a minute. "Suck my prick! Oh, sister, suck-that's it, lover. Now, you're doin' it-now you're doin' it!"
Jan let her mouth glide down to the base of it, and then she'd reverse action, letting the penis thrust down the throat. She loved being fastened to his quivering long penis. It was like a bond between them, a beautiful brother-and-sister sex bond, that linked them to each other in passionate, lustful, forbidden love.
And maybe it was the fact society frowned upon it that made such sex delectable.
Jeff's tongue returned to Jan's juicy vagina. She was starting to juice.. His tongue picked this information up as he lapped along her juicy, excited walls. And poking his tongue up there to the labia, and utilizing it on the clit, he kept the action going.
Faster and faster they both moved their mouths over each other's, organs, their bodies slipping together in sweaty ecstasy.
And then they came. Jan gushing in her brother's eager, mouth, his tongue devouring the juices swiftly. Meantime, Jeff was shooting a steady stream of cum into his sister's mouth. And her lips gripped it tightly, not moving off it for a moment.
Sucking sweethearts, locked in lustful satisfaction, at the 'right-on' moment of mutual orgasm. Bodies, and psyches combining in perfect love.
When Jan pulled her mouth off her brother's penis, she lay her head on his thigh, and sighed, "Baby, what's going to become of us?"
"Won't know," he said, "I-I really don't know!"
"Maybe we'd be better off if we killed ourselves like Mom did," she declared.
"Don't be morbid," he said quickly, "That talk is ridiculous!"
"Is it?" she demanded, "I don't think so. I think it makes very good sense!"
"I don't," he said, "You sick upstairs or something. Maybe our whole damned family was wired-wrong at the factory."
"Oh, don't get bent out of shape," his sister said, "But, I've been reading about suicides ever since Mom took her life."
"That's nice cheerful reading, isn't it?" he said, disgusted.
"Well, it helps me get closer to Mom," she said softly.
"How does it do that?"
"Simple," she said, "I can understand Mom better when I read about stars like Pete Duel. I loved watching him on TV. I'll never forget his shows. He had such power, such dynamite in this crazy mixed up world-he was too good for it-just like Mom was."
"I dig your line of reasoning," Jeff said, "And it's sick-sick-sick. You're going to tell me now that Peter and Mom were right, and all the bastards like you and me who go on sweating it are wrong?"
"Don't get uptight," she smiled, "but yes!"
"I won't buy it," he said, "I just won't buy it!"
"Think of this, brother," Jan said, stroking his leg, and massaging his balls playfully. "If we go on living, we'll just degenerate into sex animals. You can't get work doing anything but fucking-or sucking. I can't either. Where is that going to take us?"
"To Park Avenue if I have my way," Jeff said smugly.
"In a pig's eye, it will," she scoffed.
"Funny you said 'pig's eye'-because I was thinking of opening a blind pig when I get me enough money."
"A blind pig-what on earth are you talking about-gouging out some poor pig's eye, and putting the creature on display in a Park Avenue apartment?"
"No, no-haven't you ever heard them talk about a place where men come to gambol and fuck-they call that a Blind Pig. And, it's a very good business."
"I get it-you expect me to spend the rest of my life on my back, in bed, fucking. Only difference will be where the damned bed is placed. From Greenwich Village to Park Avenue by the way of hustling-is that it?"
"You make it sound so awful," he shot back.
"Just because it's the awful truth," she smiled.
"Maybe so, but don't tell me the truth!"
"No, I'm sorry-nobody wants to hear that," Jan laughed raucously, anger surfacing at the insolence of her brother.
"You high on something, sis?" he demanded.
"Why?" she asked, purring like a kitten, "Can you tell?"
"Something happened to you-I don't know what, but you're drugged or something."
"Just been taking sex pill poppers," she laughed lightly.
"That's nice," he nodded. "What next?"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jeff's night-time assignments gave him time to see some of New York City. Jan got so depressed she told him she didn't care to go anyplace. But that didn't stop him from doing some sight-seeing.
He went to the Plaza Bar and admired the oak panels. The gay nineties decor in the place impressed him, the rich dark woods, the glistening white marbles, were all striking to look at, and then he went for a walk through the park. It seemed like such a beautiful, safe place during the day; children playing ball, old people walking slowly, and kids climbing on the giant-size rocks located near a beautiful lake which reflected the impressive New York skyline, and the fleecy white clouds drifting across the horizon.
And then, he went to the Museum of Modern Art, but he picked the one day of the week it was closed so he didn't get to go inside. Walking up to Lincoln Center, he admired the beautiful new buildings. And then going down into the guts of the city, he took a subway to the
Staten Island Ferry. When he got there, he took the boat ride to the island, and en route it passed the fabulous Statue of Liberty, with its inspired freedom torch, held high.
Coming back to the Village that night, he thought he'd tell Jan about all the things he had seen. But all he found of her was a note telling him she was going to visit Debbie.
He went to the bar where he got an' assignment from Dave. "Well, pardner," Dave smiled, "What do you think of our big city, anyway?"
"I'm in love with New York," he smiled, "Today I had a lot of fun just going for a walk through Central Park. It is such a fascinating place-so many people. And I finished the day off going to Staten Island, and enjoying the sight of the Statue of Liberty set against the beautiful New York skyline."
"Now, that's the way I like to hear someone talking," Dave enthused, "Too many people knocking this town-and what would we do if we didn't have New York?"
"I don't know," I said, "New York has been good to me!"
"Well, tonight I hope you perform well for these chicks. If you do, there'll be re-runs!"
"Good," he smiled.
He took the names and address and hurried in a taxi to his work. Indeed it was a plush place in the fifties. And a beautiful older woman answered the door.
"Hi," Jeff grinned.
"Good evening, Jeff," the woman smiled. "Won't you come in?" Jeff was delighted to come in for the woman had retained much of her youthful good-looks. "My name is Lucille," she began, "and this is Claire."
Claire, an attractive blonde, got to her feet, "Hi, stud," she nodded, gesturing for Jeff to sit down.
"Hi, looker," he shot back.
"I hope I heard you right," Claire laughed, "You did say 'looker', not 'hooker', didn't you doll?"
"If the shoe fits," Jeff laughed.
"You do have the most delightful sense of humor," the woman laughed, "They give you gag-writers to keep us laughing while you're fucking-or sucking or whatever it is you do!"
"I do everything," Jeff said, "for a price-that is!"
"Of course," Lucille smiled, "Now, we mustn't get bitchy, Claire-remember you're not bantering with some of your backstage buddies."
"You an actress?" Jeff asked quietly.
"Can't you tell?"
"Claire used to be one of the brightest lights on Broadway," Lucille said seriously. "People flocked from all over the world just to see her dance, and what a voice!"
"The pipes aren't what they used to be," Claire said huskily.
"She had a problem," Lucille said, "one we don't talk about, that ended her brilliant career!"
"Why don't we talk about it?" Claire insisted, "Tell the world Claire Craig lost her battle with the bottle, and she's performing for studs she hires to service her-come and see it, come and see it-"
Her husky voice, her blurred eyes, and slurred tones told Jeff the tragic story of her life in only five minutes of conversation.
"But, don't be discouraged, stud," Claire smiled, "I'm loaded in more ways than one! I've got enough cash to cover my crotch with diamonds. I could dazzle you with my cunt if I cared to."
"Don't talk that way, Claire," Lucille insisted. "Maintain some dignity, darling!"
"Oh, I've got scrapbooks full of dignity," Claire giggled, getting to her feet and walking unsteadily over to a shelf in the corner. "Here's one of them-look-this is me-you wouldn't recognize me now, would you, baby?"
Jeff sat there with the scrapbook spread out on his legs. And there was the name 'Claire Craig' emblazoned across a marquee, and underneath it said, 'Show-Stopper'. The critics acclaimed her below the advertisement in glittering words of praise, "Claire stops it coldhow long has it been since we saw anybody stop a show like that?"
Jeff tried to push the scrapbook away, but Claire wouldn't have it. "Read them, darlingread them-or should I read them?"
"Claire, will you put that away. We invited him over here to fuck-not to look at your magnificent past!"
"Read on," Claire carried on, "It says 'Claire Craig was a tremendous show stopper when she came out in her eye-popping gold lame form-fitting gown, and when she sang and danced the audience gave her an ovation!'-because they loved me."
"I need a drink," Jeff said nervously, not knowing exactly how to handle the staggering woman in front of him.
"So do I," she slurred.
"You've had enough," Lucille smiled, "Now, Jeff-there's the bar, baby-you fix yourself anything you want!"
Jeff gladly went to the bar and fixed a strong drink for himself and then he came back to Claire.
"Sit down in my lap," he smiled, "Go ahead."
"Let me take off all my clothes first," she insisted.
"If you want to," Jeff chuckled, "Anything that makes you happy."
"You know what would make me really happy is if you'd shed your clothes too. I'll bet you're really hung! You look so virile," she laughed.
"Virile?" Jeff asked, not quite sure what that meant. English never was his best subject in high school, but hot blooded girls were.
"Virile is the opposite of sterile," Claire giggled, shedding her clothes swiftly, and now she stood before him naked.
"Does Claire Craig have to undress all her men?" she smiled, fumbling with his buttocks, and reaching down to stroke his penis through his pants.
"No-no-I'm quite capable of doing it for myself," he smiled, "I'll show you!"
Reaching down, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his long, hard penis. "Now, this cock is what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Claire exclaimed, "It's a beauty! I love sucking dick. I'll bet you could never guess how many cocks I've sucked in one night."
"Oh, twenty-" he laughed, as she dropped to her knees, bringing the huge penis closer to her lips.
"No, no, guess again," she giggled, letting her tongue lick out, enjoying the drop of semen on its meaty head.
"Thirty-"
"No," she replied, "Forty cocks! Forty fuck-in' cocks!"
"Let's see how you do me," Jeff smiled.
"Before I get hung up on your prick-why don't you undress and go to the bedroom. Tonight is share and share alike night for Lucille and me. I'm buying cock tonight!"
"Anything you say-you're buying," Jeff reminded her, as long as she was reminding him.
"I say-suck!" she giggled.
"I'm glad you remembered I'm here too for the ride," Lucille said acidly, "shall we go to your bedroom-if that's what we care to call it."
"We should call it the pleasure room," Claire laughed, "I'm sure I've had more fucks in that bedroom than any other bedroom in Manhattan."
"That covers a lot of ground," Jeff laughed, turning and following Lucille's good-looking shape into the bedroom.
"Well, baby, Claire Craig has had a lot of mileage, and I don't mind saying so myself. I'm proud of every damned fuck I've had in my whole screwin' career! I could write a book!"
"I'll bet you could," Jeff smiled.
"But I'd lose my fans who worship me. I couldn't hurt them. I'm still the protected image for them-Claire Craig from the country. The small town girl who came to the big town and made good on the boards of Broadway, and is still humble, and sweet-juicy sweet," she laughed. "Get up on the bed, Jeff and naked!"
Jeff could see she was spoiled rotten and used to ordering people about. He wasted no time in getting up on the bed, and soon Lucille was naked beside him, stroking his back gently.
"Now, my bosom buddy Lucille will take care of your behind-and I'll do my thing on your prick!" Claire commented crisply, as if it was all decided.
And so, she went down behind Jeff, letting her tongue lash between the cleavage of his buttocks. And, Claire Craig naked and turned-on, pressed her breasts against Jeff as her body slid down to his penis.
"You're a frisky little fucker, aren't you, Claire?" he smiled as he saw how eager she was to blow him. He wished he had a dozen cocks now, wished he could juice it ten times as much as he was capable of as it became glaringly apparent to him how many women thought of a penis stabbing them as the big solution to their problems.
Now, Claire was licking the head of his penis, reaching over to his testicles to toy with them. At the same time her girlfriend Lucille was making good time at his behind, spreading the hot cheeks of his anus, and licking the inner walls, preparatory to sucking his ass out.
Jeff was grateful he always took showers, and used plenty of deodorant soap, and sprayed with a good lime deodorant not only under his arms, but under his nuts, and around his ass-hole. This made it nice for the women who were buying his ass to suck on, and paying plenty for the privilege of licking his nuts, and sucking his juicy dong.
"Eat my prick," he told her, "Eat it! Go ahead, honey-eat my long-dong!"
He had women figured out pretty good by this time. Good enough to know, they loved the debasing humiliation, and that his treatment was just the thing to turn them on.
"Suck my dick," he demanded, and the shopworn stage star, obliged, opening the mouth that had accepted some of the best joints on Broadway in its racy days, when orgies were even more common entertainment than today, since drugs had moved onto the popularity parade.
The moment he was sucked into her mouth he had to admit she was a superb cocksucker. While some women are just good at it, there are those women who seem born to suck, and Claire Craig seemed like a natural-born cock-sucker.
And while she sucked his penis, he felt Lucille's hot, lashing, slippery tongue sliding up his ass-hole as she stiffened it.
"Feels good, Lucille," Jeff told her, "Yes, baby, yes-suck that ass for me! That's the way to do it, baby! Suck that ass-hole, oh, wow!"
Jeff's body quivered under the impact of two hot mouths at work at the same time. As Claire sucked, he got an idea.
"Claire, honey-let me lap your pussy juices. Slip your hot mouth off my joint, and let me love you there-"
And then, she angled her body around, making it possible for him to lap away at her vagina. She liked the double-action treatment, and Lucille did feel somewhat left out, but again, could he help it if he only had one prick, and one tongue?
In between tongue lashing her hot vagina, he told her, "Eat my dick! Eat that dirty dong, you cocksucking stage star-eat it!"
Claire had to admit it, she'd met her match for a fucker. She knew she was a bitch, and as Jeff gave her the dirty-word treatment she knew he was a bastard, but she loved it!"
"Hey, baby," he laughed, "Suck my sweet ass out! Suck it!"
Lucille liked the fact he didn't forget her. Even though her ass-suck detail, couldn't compare to the lavish enjoyment of getting to lick his nuts, suck the long penis, and enjoy the delicious moment when the sperm-loaded penis, gunned off in the hot mouth of the lucky cock-sucker, she was content to play second suck, and eat ass tonight.
Higher and higher she plunged her tongue up his rectum, and when Jeff wiggled in delight, she felt her own satisfaction surface, as this was what she wanted to do all along.
"Eat it," she smiled, "Eat it," as she slipped his penis off, to watch him eat her vagina. Claire liked the fact he asked for it.
Jeff was one young man who was so uninhibited, she could tell him what to do, and he'd do it. She dug this-all the way!"
"Oh, Wow!" he grunted, as her mouth went back to sucking his joint. Stabbing it down Claire's throat, he began throat-fucking her in earnest.
"Take that, cocksucker," he gasped, almost gagging her with his wild thrusting action, "And that-and that!"
The hot, stabbing penis had done its thing, and she was feeling very fortunate to have Jeff, positively the best prick she'd had stabbing down her throat in a long, long time.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," he gasped, as he unloaded, "I'm shooting cocksucker, I'm shooting," he panted, as he pushed it farther down her throat, and then easing himself out, so the head of it would remain in her mouth, he sighed, "Baby, suck the juice out of it. Go after the juice!"
She gobbled down his prick, and he went to her vagina. Lashing his tongue feverishly across it, he inserted it, and whipped his tongue around her velvety vagina walls, keeping it moving in quick, jabbing movements across her clitoris.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," Claire moaned, beside herself in her sexual ecstasy. "Eat a star's cunt. Clean it, honey. Ahhh, ohhhh-love me, darling-love me, love me-"
Poor Lucille was still sucking at Jeff's tight ass-hole, until he finished eating Claire's snatch. Then, he lay back, and she pulled away, but mounted him, sliding across his chest, raising to guide her vagina lips to his mouth.
"Something to suck on," Lucille winked. "Come on, baby-you've got to lick me-I've been tongue-stabbing your ass-hole for a long, long time!"
"My pleasure," Jeff assured her. His tongue shot out and he began licking her cunt. But, she objected, "Baby, eat my ass out first. Lick it!"
Insomuch as this was what she'd done for him, he wasn't exactly in a position to refuse.
Raising her up, he held her tightly, and let his hot tongue lash along her hot ass-hole, and then he stabbed her there.
Jeff's tongue ignored the vagina hairs, the dripping quivering mound, as he did her ass-hole. But, just in time, he switched his tongue from ass-hole to pussy-well.
"Grab my tits, and play with them while you suck me," Lucille begged. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Claire was getting steamed up watching.
"Oh, that's beautiful," Claire said, "Beautiful! I'm really fascinated watching a man eat a woman-I don't know why, but it really turns me on to see that."
Vigorously, Jeff's tongue twirled around inside Lucille. And, Lucille, excited, and totally stimulated, enjoyed herself immensely.
"Eat it," she told her youthful lover, "Good boy! Eat my dirty pussy, honey-do it!"
Saying this, Lucille glanced over at Claire. She winked, and Claire winked back. . The glance exchange made them both laugh. Claire was actually saying, he called his prick dirty and said, 'eat', so I'll give him the same treatment, and tell him to 'eat my dirty cunt' and he'll love it too-maybe!
It didn't matter to Jeff. He was a tongue man, and proud of it. Pussy eating had been one of his most pleasurable pastimes ever since Morn taught him how to please a woman with his tongue.
Closing his eyes, Jeff pressed his mouth tighter and sucked.
He didn't pull his mouth away until he'd finished her, and then sealing her vagina lips, with a loving lick and glancing up with a little-boy innocent smile, said, "Satisfaction guaranteed with my tongue jobs."
"You're an artist the way you lick," Lucille smiled.
"So are you! My ass-hole will never be the same again," he assured her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When they got off the bed, and walked naked into the nearby living room, Claire headed for the bar.
"I need another drink," she giggled, "Oh, Wow! Jeff, I've got to hand it to you-you did it royal tonight!"
Joining her at the bar, and pouring himself a strong shot of whiskey, he said, "I had fun!"
A moment later, Lucille was there with him, "And so did I, luv!"
"Well, I suppose some of the studs turn out to be duds," Jeff said, going naked to a chair, and sitting down and crossing his legs, his penis limp between them.
"You're so right, and I've warned Laura and Dave no more dry-run fuckers."
"Dry-run fuckers? What are they?"
"Well," Lucille explained sitting naked on the gray silk sofa, "They are the cat's who've been drained. The real dregs. Some of them are simply impotent. They can't make it anymore. And so-they try to fake it. But, Lucille always knows when the hot juice is shooting up there!"
Sitting in an arm chair, Claire observed, "I insist on horny, young, juicy pricks. And when I get a dud, I kick him out on his ass and tell him to go get fucked-because he sure as hell can't fuck anybody and make them happy!"
Glancing down at his penis between his legs, Jeff said, "I've not had any problems with my prick not juicing. Matter of fact I find I want to fuck too much."
"Well, darling, I'm warning you-take care-or your days might be numbered!"
"I always take care-There's plenty of juice where that came from," he smiled. "Lucille, honey-you never got a chance to blow me. Why don't you get over here and suck on it while I'm relaxing and enjoying my drink."
Lucille hesitated a moment.
"Go ahead, honey," Claire urged, "I'm buying his balls, now enjoy them!"
Lucille went over to where Jeff was sitting, and he lifted his legs so that she could crawl between them. She took the limp penis, and bending over slid it into her mouth, trying to pump some life back into it.
"Just a slow, steady rhythm," he told her, "No imagine suckin'-just steady!"
And then, she went to town on it, sucking it until it sprang back to life, hard and ready.
Jeff reached down, and guided himself into Lucille's mouth. She accepted it greedily, and lashed the head of it until he felt his body quivering again.
"She's talented," Jeff smiled at her girlfriend Claire who watched, but utilized her fingers on her snatch to bring some erotic pleasure to her voyeur participation.
"Oh, yes-Lucille has a nice mouth. We could star her in a Broadway sex show, and call it 'MOUTH GIRL', and half of New York would know who you were talking about!"
Lucille didn't pay any attention at all to her girlfriend's comments. She knew she was a bitchy person, and that she was given to this kind of cutting, slashing comment, and she simply considered the source, and let it go at that.
"Suck my prick," Jeff said, as the feeling became more intense, and more exciting. "Eat my juicy joint! Come on, cocksucker-suck!"
Indeed she did suck, putting plenty of feeling into it. But, it couldn't last for long at this pleasure-pitch, and then Jeff felt himself exploding in her mouth.
Reaching down, he guided his hands through her hair, begging, "Baby, eat it-eat my cock! Suck it off!"
The hot sperm flashed out of his penis and down her throat, and Lucille was delighted she got her chance to mouth the young lover-boy. It was indeed a pleasurable pastime, and she thoroughly enjoyed eating him.
Jeff thrust forward, pitching his pelvis up to obtain the ultimate orgasm, and more juice dribbled from his prick. Lucille didn't want to waste any, and she continued sucking until she got it all out.
And then, she slipped her mouth off, joyfully, turning to catch Claire's response.
"How was it-thin or thick?"
"Milk shake cum," she smiled, "Delicious! We must invite Jeff back to entertain us. He is super-fucker!"
"Thank you, thank you-all this flattery goes to my head," he laughed, making a double-entendre joke they picked up on quickly.
"Did you ever catch me on Broadway?" Claire asked him drunkenly.
"No, baby-I'm sorry I didn't," he told her.
"Well, why didn't you?" she argued. "I was the toast of the town, and I had to fuck everybody on Broadway to get to the top."
"I'm sure you could do that easily," Jeff chuckled.
At first, Claire didn't know how to take this. But, then, she said, "Hmmm-you appreciate me, don't you, darling!"
"Sure, I do," he smiled.
Staggering over to the bar, Claire fixed herself another drink. "Party-time, party-time," she giggled, "Can I fix you something to drink. I'm thirsty myself!"
"You're drunk," Lucille informed her frankly, "and the last thing you need, baby doll, is another drink!"
"Don't you tell me what I need, and what I don't need," she shrieked defiantly, "I guess I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"I guess you are," Lucille said quietly, her face registering disappointment that her friend was losing the battle with the bottle one more night.
When she had her liquor glass full again, Claire went back shakily to sit in her side-chair.
"I'm not so bad looking now," she smiled, "Pinch my skin."
"Do what?"
"Come over here, Jeff," she demanded, "Pinch my skin-here on my arm, pinch it, and watch!"
Jeff pinched her arm, and watched.
"So," she smiled, laughing drunkenly.
"So, what?" Jeff demanded, curious to know precisely what point the drunken, faded actress was attempting to make.
"Well, didn't you see for yourself?" she demanded indignantly, "you pinched my skin and you saw it pop right back-what do you think of that?"
"You are a beautiful woman," Jeff smiled, hoping this would make her happy. But, it had the reverse effect. Great tears welled in her eyes, and trickled down her tired cheeks, down the face that thrilled thousands another season.
"You no good lyin' sonofabitch," she sobbed, "I'm old and ugly. Don't lie to me! Not even when I ask you to!"
Jeff turned to Lucille, who shrugged, a sad look surfacing on her face.
And then, rising, reaching for her breasts, and laughing hysterically, Claire Craig dramatically announced, "But after all is said and fucked, I'm still a pretty good piece of ass, you know that, don't you?"
By this time, Jeff was so confused he felt he didn't know anything, and he didn't care to comment.
But, Claire persisted, "You know I'm a good fuck, don't you, hustler? I paid you to tell me I'm still a good grind, now tell me, dammit?"
"Sure, you're a good grind," Jeff told her, nervously scratching the side of his face. "Anything else you want me to tell you-say it all at once-so I can repeat it back line per line. I'm good at learning lines!"
"So was I," Claire laughed, "They said I was a fast girl, in bed, and on the boards, isn't that a 'funny'? "
"Yeah, I'm laughing," Lucille quipped snidery. "Honey, Jeff is here for sex, and you're telling him the story of your awful life."
"Don't say I had an awful life!" Claire turned on Lucille.
"Baby, it's the truth!"
"I know that," Claire protested, "and that's why I don't want you to say it. I haven't paid any attention to the truth in years, and that's how I've kept my youth!"
Jeff patted her behind, "You do look good," he assured her, but nerves made him scratch again, again betraying his own insecurity in knowing how to cope with Claire.
"So, you want my ass?" she smiled. "Felt good, didn't it, you Greek you!"
"Alright, I'll fuck your ass!"
"My ass is the only part of me that is still a virgin," Claire lied, putting on one of her best performances.
"Let's go back to the bedroom," Lucille smiled, "I have a good idea. I'm sure Jeff would get a big charge out of this kind of action."
Lucille led the way, and promptly put on a dildo, and turned to look at Jeff to elicit his reaction.
"I'll shaft you while you shaft her," she smiled. "I love ass-fucking too!"
"My sore ass," Jeff said, "Alright, if you lube my ass, or that plastic prick-either way, but don't stab it without help."
Grasping the penis in her hand, she giggled, "We aim to please!"
And then, Claire got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Still, she was carrying on her acting role.
"Oh, I wonder what it will feel like to have a big prick up my tight ass-hole. I hope you can slip it up there. Having never done it, I'm uncertain, honey, if we can make it or not!"
Slapping her butt, Jeff smiled, "I'll kiss it, and get it open with my tongue for a starter. How's that?"
"You're right-on," Claire laughed, reaching back to pry her cheeks apart, to give Jeff's tongue easy access to her ass-hole. And then, he shot his tongue up her tight anus. Her body quivered, as the tongue stabbed up there.
"Oh, does that ever feel good?" she stammered, "Do it to me, baby-do it!"
Jeff pushed her hands aside, and held her buttocks in his own hands and went to town with his tongue.
"Faster, faster," she begged, "Ohh, yes-tongue-fuck my ass-hole! I haven't had action like that since Bernie, my first show-fucker licked my ass out back in the thirties."
Jeff wished she hadn't mentioned the thirties. How old was the ass-hole he was eating. Better she let him guess.
"Ohhh, yes-harder. Keep your tongue hard, like Bernie did, baby!"
Comparisons didn't exactly turn him on either. Did she measure tongues with rulers? Who knew what she was capable of in the sex department? Nothing she might have done would surprise Jeff at this point.
And then, Lucille suggested, "Baby, if we're ever going to get this ass-fuck going into a three-way-let's shove off!"
"Alright, Lucille," Jeff said, when he got his tongue out of the former Broadway beauty's behind.
He got up on the bed, and mounted her, sliding his huge tool into her ass-cheeks. But, the moment she felt it, she knew he needed a lube-job.
"Don't stick that dry dick up my ass-hole," she objected. "Grease it. I may be a masochist, but I'm not that much of one."
"Sorry about that," Lucille laughed, "It slipped my mind!" And then she handed Jeff a tube of K-Y which Jeff promptly proceeded to smear over the surface of the huge penis before him. And then, he rubbed some around her tight anus. Then, getting behind her, he thrust it up her hot, tight ass-hole.
The sudden, driving thrust got her going.
"Oh, baby-that hurts like the devil," she complained, "What are you trying to do-kill me with your prick? What a way to go?"
"I guess Bernie's dick didn't hurt like this. Probably he had a small one."
"Oh, I'm not complaining," Claire told him, "but your prick is almost too much of a good thing. I'm sorry, honey!"
But, Jeff wasn't sorry. No, ma'am-he was in there ass-stabbing, and enjoying it to the hilt, his balls jiggling as he rode her behind.
Then, he felt Lucille with the sticky dildo at his buttocks. "Bend over, darling," she whispered, "Give me a good chance at it. Okay?"
As Jeff bent over, he found himself enjoying gripping Claire's good-sized knockers and playing with them. The sag didn't hurt from this angle. All breasts sag when a woman is on all fours.
"You're mean to me," Claire played coyly, "Pinching my titties, stabbing my ass-hole. You're too much!"
But, then Jeff felt the uncomfortable dildo driving up his ass-hole, and he didn't like it. But he was committed to do whatever the women wanted-so he didn't make a big fuss about it. Nevertheless, he did turn to tell Lucille, "Take it easy, doll, that's my tight ass-hole you're stabbing-remember that? I've only got one ass-hole, and I may need it for something besides your damned dildo."
"Don't get uptight," Lucille giggled, "Loosen-relax, and you won't even notice it driving up your rectum."
"That's what you think," Jeff said, "My rec-' turn isn't made of cast-iron, even if your conscience is!"
Then, laughing, he turned back to give full attention to the ass he was stabbing himself. A side-glance in the mirror presented an interesting picture of the action.
"Fuck it, baby," he demanded of Claire, "Twist it baby-twist it-grind your sweet ass around, baby-do it, do it!"
To his surprise, Claire proved to be quite an accomplished ass-fucker.
Throwing her behind back to meet his sudden, sharp, driving cockthrusts, he got a good deal of pleasure giving his gun to her from the back door, instead of the front-door fucking he was used to screwing.
"Fuck!" he gasped, "Grind that sweet tail like you've churned it for all the other fuckers in town," he told her bluntly. "Yes, baby, yes-ohhh, ahhhh-do-do-do it, baby!" And the wild-fucking continued.
"That's it!" he gasped, "Oh, wow! Keep fucking!"
Now his hands were both working on her breasts, exciting her, stimulating himself no end.
"Ohhh-ahhh-yes, baby, yes-fuck-fuck-fuck," he cried, and then the hot juices shot up her ass-hole.
And strangely, simultaneously the girl driving the dildo picked up on his wave-length as he stabbed it into Claire, and she rammed her dildo in up to the hilt, and juiced. Jeff knew the instant this happened for the juices dripped all over his firm, round, naked ass-hole.
"Hey, fucker, you gushed too," he said, and then sweeping down to Claire to see if she made it on target, he discovered the ass-stabbing action had gotten her so excited she joyously juiced too.
"That, my fine, fuckin' friends is what I call bull's-eye fuckin'-"
Both women laughed, "Jeff, you're too much," Claire said, "You out-stud almost all the men I've bought, or men I played with-you're a real turn-on."
"You gave me my kicks too," Lucille said softly, as she slid the dripping dildo out of his ass-hole. And then she went to the bathroom to wash up. And Claire and Jeff were left alone on the bed.
"How would you like to service me on a regular basis?" Claire asked, pressing her face close to his and brushing her cheek affectionately across his.
"As long as Dave and Laura know about it," he explained quite frankly.
"Oh, I didn't mean one-night-stands," she smiled, "I meant shack up with me!"
"I-I can't-"
"Why not? Some rich old dame keeping you now, no doubt?"
"No, it's not any rich old dame," he said, "It's someone I love a lot."
"But not enough to be faithful," she said testily.
"It isn't that-"
"Oh, I think it is," she said, "Faithful fuckers are few and far between. I've found that out, haven't I, Lucille?" she called out loud enough for her to hear.
"You know it," Lucille said evenly. "Trying to make a deal with a man behind my back! Humph-I might have known. I left Wanda for you, and you've been the most unfaithful bitch I ever made it with!"
"Aw, get off it-you two lovers or something?"
"Something else, now," Lucille said, "This old camp can just sit here and drink over her scrapbooks alone from now on. I'm tired of playing ego-games with has-beens."
"How dare you call be a has-been!" Claire screamed. "How dare you! I could make a comeback any damned minute I want to-and you know it."
"I don't know that at all," Lucille smiled, deriving vast satisfaction from seeing her disloyal lover uptight.
"Oh, go to hell," she snapped, "I can find all the women I want for companions-I don't need you, dammit!"
"That's what you think," Claire laughed. "You're such a loused-up, mean old drunken bitch you couldn't live with anybody for long. Goodbye, baby-and good luck-or should I say-good suck!"
"I'm going to count every piece of jewelry I own before you leave this house," Claire warned her defiantly.
"I guess I'd better be cutting out. I hope I didn't do anything to split up your friendship."
"Jeff, darling-there was nothing to split up. It had to happen like this. That woman is impossible to live with."
"Look who's talking!" Lucille laughed.
And then, Jeff lay there while he watched Lucille pack her things, dress and walk out of the bedroom. He heard the two women mumbling outside, and then there was silence.
A moment later, she came back in the bedroom. "Well, she wants to stay, Jeff-so I guess you'd better go.
"Alright," Jeff nodded, "But first-the money-remember ? "
"Didn't I pay you darling?" she smiled.
"No, darling, you didn't," he said emphatically.
"Silly of me, I'm just getting forgetful," she said, going over to her lock-box, opening it and giving him the money.
Jeff had gotten dressed, so when she gave him the money, he tucked it in his pocket, thanked her, and said, "I'll be seeing you, baby-and thanks for a good time!"
"Aren't you forgetting something, Jeff?"
"I didn't bring anything," he said, wondering what she could mean.
"You forgot to kiss me goodbye, darling," she said softly. Jeff went over to her, and a sadness gripped him as he looked into the wrinkled, old face of the famous actress.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, and kissed her.
"Take care," she said, as he walked out the door. And as he walked by Lucille, he said quietly, "Be good to her!"
"I'll try," she assured him quietly, and then her eyes fell on Claire who was coming toward her.
"Baby, let's go to bed-you need to get some sleep."
"But, I'm not sleepy, darling-I'm thirsty."
"No more, tonight," were the last words that
Jeff heard as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
As he walked out of the fashionable lobby with its crystal chandeliers, its blue carpeting, its glistening white walls, and its canvas canopy at the entrance, he mused to himself-how many people on Park Avenue are happy?
Outside, the doorman hailed a taxi, and he sped back to his pad in Greenwich Village. He couldn't wait to get back to see Jan. She was refreshingly real. He knew now why he liked her. There wasn't any of this ego-crap he'd had hurled at him all night long.
The only problem, he thought, is New York Traffic. It didn't seem to move tonight. It was raining, a slow drizzle, enough to slicken the streets, and frighten drivers into going at snail's pace.
"Can't you step on it?" he asked the taxi-driver.
"Look, buddy, if I'm not going fast enough for you, you can get out here, okay?"
"Okay," he snapped, and he got out and headed for the village through the rain.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After her brother had gone, Jan phoned Debbie. She was so glad they'd gotten enough money ahead to afford a phone.
"Hi," she began.
"Who is this?" Debbie asked.
"Don't you recognize my voice?"
"If you want me to be honest, I've got to say 'no', " Debbie told her flatly.
"I'm Jan, baby-you , :d to phone you if I could go out on one of your calls."
"But why are you calling me at this hour?"
"I'm sorry, but I was lonely."
"Oh, baby, forgive me," Debbie said softly, "I'm really glad you phoned-come on over!"
"I hope I won't be interfering with anything you have planned."
"No, baby, you won't. I'm going out on assignment, and you could join me if you care to. There's money in it for you."
"What kind of assignment?"
"Tell you when I see you," Debbie said cagily. "Get over here on the double though, honey-okay?"
"Okay," she replied. And then, she hurriedly slipped into a black satin pant-suit, and they went together to the date Debbie had arranged for her sex show. En route, she explained, "They provide the dog. All we have to do is ... fuck him."
"Oh, Debbie-it would have to be the dog," Jan complained, "I thought it was just you and me!"
"One of these days it will be," Debbie consoled her, patting her thigh gently, "but now, we are set for doing it with a dog at a stag show."
"I'm nervous-I don't think I can do it!"
And then, the taxi-driver stopped and both girls got out, Debbie paying the driver. Going into the posh building, Jan commented, "These people live it up, don't they?"
"This is class-yes," Debbie said, "And that is where the cash is. I always move in good circles!"
She knew right where to go, and Jan followed, feeling kind of lost at this point. They got off on the fifty-fifth floor, and headed for the apartment where the stag party was being held. Debbie gave her signal knock, and a voice asked, "Who is it?"
"Debbie," she said.
"Who is with you?"
"Jan, she's going to join me tonight," she explained.
"Alright." the voice replied nonchalantly, and then the door opened, and Jan saw the strangest looking fat man she'd ever seen in her young life. His chins had chins.
"You and your girlfriend can follow me," he smiled, "I'll get you all set up."
Past the men who were gambling, and drinking, Jan joined Debbie, and when they were alone in the bedroom, Jan recalled her brother mentioning operating a blind-pig when he made enough money. Gambling, sex-that was all part of the action.
"Is this a blind-pig operation?" Jan asked Debbie bluntly.
"Oh, you know all about this kind of game," Debbie smiled, "Maybe you aren't the little-girl-innocent I thought you were."
"I-I heard about it from a friend!"
"You have nice friends," Debbie laughed, "How much did they offer you, baby?"
"I don't think he expected me to work in it," she said.
"Well, don't count on it. Friends asked the strangest favors when they're in a pinch!"
"Whores come up here and service those men, don't they?"
"Well, yes, but let's call it a life-style-not whores. That's old fashioned. Playgirls, anything but whores. I hate that fuckin' word!"
"Why?"
"Because my old lady was a fuckin' whore," Debbie said, "and I'm worse than she was. I'm a dog-fucker, and a dyke! Good background, and what a future!"
Then, she watched her strip, and a moment later, she was left alone, as she went out to perform with a German Shepherd that was led into the room by the fat man.
All that Debbie had said made an impact upon her mind. Did Jeff plan to use her in a blind-pig setup? Would they forever be skirting the law?
And her own Mom-she wasn't much better than Debbie's whore-mother. Only maybe people would think my Mom was worse, she reasoned. Doing it with all of us-no wonder Jeff is so twisted, no wonder I'm bent-out-of-shape, she thought.
A moment later she heard gales of laughter coming from the living room. And opening the door a crack, she saw the dog, with its paws on Debbie's beautiful body. The men crowded around like a bunch of dirty old men, assaulting their victim with their lust-crazed eyes.
"Ohh, no, no-" she sobbed, "I-I can't go on like this!" As she watched the dog, she saw Debbie's hand reach out and guide the huge dog penis into her slit.
The men were so stimulated now they could hardly contain themselves.
"Does he have a good hard-on?" one man asked her crudely.
"Sure, he does-longer than most of you," Debbie bantered back and forth with them.
Even though Debbie had assured her, she'd be well paid to perform with the dog, the thought of doing it-with those evil, awful men watching was terrifying to Jan.
"Give it to her, fucker-shove that hunk of meat up her hole," the fat man smiled.
You crude bastard, Debbie thought-I wish I could ram this dog's dick down your foul throat.
And in the bedroom, Jan wept. She had a gentle feeling for Debbie. And when Debbie revealed her unpleasant past, she felt for her all the more. What chance did she have to live down the awful start she had in life?
"Fuck me, baby-fuck me," Debbie threw her head back, and laughed, not letting on how it disgusted her to do it with a dog.
The dog was enjoying himself, letting his jaw hang slack, and stabbing it up there fiercely.
"Give it to her, give it to her," the men chorused, as they clustered closer. And the louder they cried the more sickened Jan felt.
And then it hit her with shattering impact; she was supposed to perform with that big dog in seconds. How could she? Oh, why did she ever go along with Debbie? This wasn't her way of life.
In flash-back, she remembered Mom. Mom dressing her up when she was a little girl, washing her face off when she made mud-pies, holding her still on her lap when they took pictures of her. And then, she remembered
-Mom was gone! Jeff was left, but, what good was he to her now? No doubt, he thought she could go along with a blind-pig setup-gambling, sex, dog-fuckers!
No! No!! No!! ! she shrieked inside, and then turning away from the awful sight she closed the door behind her, and spotting the window, she made up her mind to end all pain-the only way. But, she thought of Jeff. She should try to get him.
She went to the phone and dialed. Jeff was coming down the hall, and he hurried his footsteps to get the phone. He was surprised Jan wasn't home, and figured she'd get it-but there was no one home, and he picked up the phone when he got in the door.
"Hello-"
"Jeff," Jan sobbed into the phone.
"Yes, baby, where are you?"
"At a blind-pig-"
"Are you, baby-where?"
"I-I don't know where I am," she wept. "But-But-"
Jeff didn't let her continue.
"Honey-that's the business I want to go into. Keep track of how they operate. See how much they pay? What are you doing there," he joked, "Fucking some dirty old men?"
"I'm here to fuck a dog," she cried, "and you know what?"
"What?"
"I'm going to surprise them all. I'm not fuckin' any damned dog. I'm not fucking anybody anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Jeff demanded. "Where are you?"
"Beyond it all," she said calmly, walking toward the window.
"You taking drugs? You high?" Jeff asked his sister.
"Real high," she said, "Fifty stories up, and I'm going down to hell tonight!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to jump," she cried, "Listen!"
And then, Jan jumped out the window, taking the phone with her, and as she fell, it dangled against the side of the towering apartment building.
Jeff heard voices.
"What happened?" the fat man cried, running to the window. "Oh-Ohhh, she killed herself!"
Debbie shoved the dog off, and ran for the bedroom, and horrified looked down below where traffic had stopped. Jan was dead. She wept, "You bastards killed her! Go to hell, all of you."
"Lock her in a bedroom-she's hysterical," the fat man told a couple of the men, and they hustled her off. "Get that phone back here. Nobody will ever know she jumped from here!"
The phone was pulled back, the window closed quickly, and the men scattered like leaves in a fall wind.
Jeff phoned the police, and when they could locate where the suicide had taken place, they notified him.
He couldn't take her back home for a funeral. New York was home now. He bought her the best funeral he could afford, and after it was over, he walked through Central Park, and tried desperately to forget, but he couldn't.
