"Need a lift?" Will Todd eyed the two girls who had been hitchiking as they eagerly climbed into his convertible.
"Thanks," the blonde said, "me an' Lynn have been standing out there for almost an hour." Lynn, a shapely brunette in blue-jeans, nodded in agreement.
"Kinda late for you to be hitchiking; where you headed?" Will noticed that they were both dressed in second hand clothes and moccasins. Lynn was wearing a string of beads that closely resembled an old rosary.
"We're just going to Frisco, we've come all the way from New York," the blonde, Rachel, said.
Will looked at her, "Did you hitchike all the way?"
She shrugged and he noticed that under her tattered brown sweater her plump young breasts bounced with every move she made. He judged Rachel to be about twenty and Lynn to be slightly younger.
It had been a long and Will didn't know why he had picked them up but he was glad he did. He worked just outside of Frisco as the head of a large advertising firm, even though he was only thirty-two years old. He worked hard and he liked to play even harder.
As they drove toward town he found out that both of the girls hadn't eaten all day. He promptly offered to buy them dinner.
"That would be groovy." Lynn said, she touched his shoulder and said, "Thanks, we could use some food."
Will turned into the first restaurant he came to and they all got out and went inside. The two girls drew some curious stares from some of the straighter types there, but Will found it all amusing and they sat down in spite of all the frowns.
"My name's Rachel," the blonde said through a mouthfull of hotcakes, "and this is Lynn."
"I'm Will Todd. Do you intend to stay in Frisco long?"
Lynn motioned vaguely with her fork, "Dunno, maybe. We want to check the scene."
"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked.
They looked at one another and giggled. Will took that to mean that they didn't. With only a minute's hesitation at the thought of what his fiance, Marie, would say, he asked them to stay at his place if they didn't have anywhere else to go.
"It's really big enough; my apartment, y'know. And it wouldn't be any trouble...."
"Well...." Rachel said innocently, "What do you say, Lynn?"
"Sounds groovy to me." She turned to Will, "Did you say your name was Will?"
He nodded and they smiled. Somehow their hippie appearance was exciting to him.
They chatted a while longer over coffee, and since it was getting late Will suggested that they be on their way. It wasn't much further from where they were to his apartment, and as they got into the car Will asked them if they wanted to go right over.
"You bet." Rachel said, It'll be a nice pad, I bet." Will nodded slightly and Lynn said, "I don't know how we'll ever repay you...."
CHAPTER TWO
Both girls were knocked out by his apartment and said so. It was a big, well furnished place with four rooms and a wide terrace overlooking the city. Will took off his suit coat and told the girls to make themselves comfortable. Lynn offered to make some coffee for everyone and Will showed her where he kept everything.
Rachel went out on the terrace to look at the night sights and Will followed her.
"Wow." Rachel said, turning to him, "I don't think I've ever been in a pad this ... ah, cool."
"It's not bad." Will moved closer to her. The night air was warm and scented with the entire nightlife of Frisco. Rachel looked up at him and slowly stretched her long supple body in a huge sensuous yawn.
Will started to say something else but she put her fin ger to his lips.
"We can find some way of thanking you, I think.." she said softly and unbuckled his belt.
"The rent's pretty high here," Will said and she smiled. He felt his cock begin to swell as she undid his zipper and slipped her hand inside his pants. As she deftly slipped his pants and underwear down over his muscular thighs, Rachel sank to her knees in front of him and gently tickleed his balls with her fingers.
Will grabbed the top of her head and slowly pushed her face against his swollen prick, rubbing it against her warm cheek. Her tongue licked out and carressed the pulsing head of his member again and again and persperation began to bead up on Will's brow.
She kissed and sucked on his balls until the ached unbearably and she herself began to get excited. Her saliva matted down the hair covering his feverish crotch and she took the head of his cock in her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth.
His hands gripping the back of her head, he rammed the whole length of his prick into her mouth and she responded even more passionately and more energetically.
Rachel clutched his ass tightly and one of her fingers found its way into his asshole. He pressed her back against the terrace's railing and began ramming his cock in and out of her mouth. She bit him and squealed in delight and scratched at his hard ass.
Finally, with a gigantic thrust that sent his cock half way down her throat, he went off. He felt the hot spew spurting violently into her mouth and onto her hungry lips. She sucked and swallowed mightily and kept sucking even after he had spent.
He pulled away but she followed him and kept kissing the slippery length of his cock, moaning to herself as she did.
"Give the guy a break, Rachel." Lynn said softly from behind them, a coffee pot in her hand. She laughed at the look on Will's face.
"Anyone for coffee?" Lynn asked, eyeing Will's dangling cock speculatively. Will pulled up his pants and helped Rachel up off the ground, feeling how heated she was through the brief cloth of her sweater. Rachel's hard nipples stood out like marbles beneath the material.
They followed Lynn inside and sat down in the living room over three steaming cups of coffee. All the while they talked Rachel kept watching Will hungeringly with her deep brown eyes.
"Well," said Will, standing up after a few minutes, "I think I'll go take a shower."
"Need any help?" Lynn asked, taking a sip of her coffee and looking at Rachel, who was rubbing herself sensuously.
"Ah-I don't think so." Will headed for the bathroom, "Thanks anyway, though."
As Will showered, he thought of how groovy it would be if he could convince them to stay for a few weeks. Of course there was always the problem of his fiance but he figured he would take care of that when the time came. Marie was emotional but Will couldn't really see turning out the two luscious girls in the other room simply because of that-and it wasn't that he was extremely chivalrous and got his kicks just helping maidens in distress.
He shaved carefully, noticing the lines in his face. It was a good face-he didn't look a day over twenty-five because of all the sports he had participated in and also from spending many hours a week at the beach strengthening his already dark tan.
Donning a terrycloth bathrobe that belted in the middle, Will went back into the other room where the girls were. They had found two of his old shirts and had dis carded the rest of their clothes in favor of them. The effect was stimulating, especially since the shirt that Lynn had chosen was too small for her and every time she moved he got a tantalizing glimpse of the dark jungle of hair that rested between her somewhat pneumatic thighs.
"Done?" Rachel asked in an odd tone of voice.
"He looks well done, if you ask me. "Lynn wet her lips with a soft pink tongue.
Will sat down in between them on the couch and in an instant Rachel was upon him. She undid his bathrobe and opened it. Both girls made jokes about the enormous size of his throbbing cock and Lynn gently stroked it with a sweat-dampened palm.
Suddenly with a violence of motion, Will ripped open Lynn's shirt and buried his head between her huge plump breasts, nibbling and kissing them with excitement. Lynn clutched at his cock spasmodically and wrapped her other arm tightly about his neck. Rachel, not to be left out of the proceedings, was hotly working her way across the flat, hard plain of Will's stomach with the tip of her moist tongue. She licked at the hair covering his crotch and nibbled and bit and pulled at it with her teeth while Lynn, in ever increasing frenzy, stroked his flaming prick to steely toughness.
Panting heavily with her exertions, Lynn lept back and teasingly called Will to come after her. He began to jump up after her, reaching for the dripping tit she extended toward him but Rachel had enveloped his balls with her soft pink lips as soon as Lynn had relinquished her hold on them.
Lynn laughed at Will's efforts to disentangle himself from Rachel's frantic embrace and then moved closer to him-but still out of reach of his long muscular arms. She then inflamed his desire further by slipping her finger up her own juicy box and moaning to herself in playful enjoyment. Lunging away so that he tore his cock from Rachel's demanding mouth, Will threw himself on Lynn and they both tumbled to the floor in a mass of waving arms and legs.
Lynn licked both feet in the air and laughed as he nuzzled into the warm depths of her cunt, his tongue probing in and out and tightening her clitoris to a point of unbearability. Wrapping her legs about his neck, Lynn drove his face deeper into her crotch and arched her sweaty back as his tongue found a distinctly vital point in the rich folds of her pussy. Lynn began pumping her hips up and down in her excitement and Will was dragged along like a fish on a hook.
Not to be forgotten, Rachel had jumped down onto the floor, her feverish hands tearing off the shirt she was wearing and, began kneading his strong, firm ass with her hands. She spread open his flanks and pressed her lips against his asshole and began sucking and nibbling as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. When she found that she couldn't get to his balls because he was lying on his stomach, she lifted his ass in the air and ducked her head under; forcing him to ram the length of his pounding penis down the warm confines of her throat. Will pumped his member in and out of her mouth, inadvertantly pounding Rachel's head against the floor in his passion.
Dribbles of saliva unconsciously rain from Lynn's mouth as Will ferociously drove two long, hard fingers up her tight asshole and began sucking at her clitoris, drawing the honeyed juice from her pink-walled cunt in great hot flashes. Lynn's whole body began to tremble in an uncontrolled reaction to the things Will was doing to her: she sat up suddenly and began raking her nails across the tightened muscles of his back in great convulsive sweeps.
Will responded to this by rolling over, his face still buried in Lynn's furry crotch. Rachel lost her mouthhold on his cock when he did this but she immediately recovered by wrapping herself around Lynn and fiercely rubbing her gaping cunt against Lynn's steamy, up-thrust ass. The position all three were in was so strained that it almost instantly toppled and threw them in all different directions.
Will got to his knees and drew Lynn, who was lying in front of him on her stomach, to him and got her up on her hands and knees. Without even pasuing, so strong was his passion, Will rammed his steely bar of flesh and muscle deep into Lynn's twat from the rear. She let out a small scream of pleasure as she felt his great animal shape lunging inside her, battering the walls of her pussy into thankful submissiveness.
Rachel, lying to one side and practically foaming at the mouth from her encounter with Will's magnificent prick, was viciously working her fingers in and out of her own box in an effort to quell the raging desire inside her. Sweat dripped from her thighs and arms as she pinched and rubbed her own clitoris frantically.
Lynn began a low moan as the cresendo of Will's pumping and the slapping of groin against ass accelerated to an unbearably high pitch. Lynn could feel the great bulb of his cock inside her sheath rubbing and swelling like it was something alive of itself instead of merely an extension of a man. Will's hands reached for and closed about her plump, hanging breasts and squeezed them in rythm to his powerful hip. The pain of his muscled fingers rasping against her swollen nipples only increased Lynn's pleasure and she began swaying in a feverish counter to his pumping.
Suddenly it seemed like the entire Boulder Dam had burst inside her and they were pumping together for suspended seconds faster than it was possible for two human beings to go. Wave after orgasmic wave washed through their bodies, sending their heightened senses reeling in pleasurable confusion. Lynn felt as if their fused bodies had been flooded with boiling waters that bubbled and raged inside her-running from the tips of her toes to the crown of her sweat-drenched brow.
No sooner had Will rolled off of Lynn's slippery ass then Rachel, who had been watching the whole thing with ever-increasing fervor, grabbed hold of his arm and frantically dragged his spent body down on top of her, moaning how bad she wanted it.
"Take it easy," Will said wearily as she tried to jam his cock into her pulsing opening with hot little hands. He felt absolutely drained, but somehow Rachel's attentions began to tell on him after only a few moments and he began to take an interest in what she was offering and, in fact, he began to knead the doughy mounds of her breasts with the palms of his hands. Rachel, who by this time was in a frenzy of sexual activity, responded violently to his caresses by clutching at his head and forcing his hard mouth down between her thighs.
Will's cock began to swell, somewhat painfully, as he buried his face in Rachel's cunt and began biting the walls inside that were throbbing with desire beyond all control. He worked a finger inside also, and delicately scraped a fingernail across the swollen pearl of her clitoris. Rachel jumped and moaned in almost a near panic, so consuming was her desire. She moaned and beat against the back of his head with her tiny fists.
Will continued stimulating her until he felt that it would be safer, for his own sake, to let her have it. Straightening up, he slid into her as if she were made of water and not flesh and blood.
"Deeper!" Rachel cried wildly. "Oh god! Deeper!"
Always obliging, Will rammed the tortured length of his cock harder and harder into her while she moaned and twisted like a woman possessed by the very devil. When she came, she did so in great warm floods and clutched herself about him so tightly that he could hardly breathe. Will rolled off of her as soon as he got a chance, and she didn't even notice-so spent was her entire sensory system.
Will got shakily to his feet and slipped into his bathrobe, knotting it across his waist with slippery fingers. Lynn was still lying in the position he had left her her eyes closed and her cheek pressed against the carpeted floor.
"Anyone for a drink?" Will said, trying to sound cheerful, even though he ached terribly.
Lynn rolled over on her back and opened one eye to look at him. "Are you trying to be wise or something?"
Will shrugged," ... just thought you might like a scotch and soda or something along those lines."
"Neither of us drink." Lynn stated in a flat tone of voice. "In fact, I don't even like the taste of whiskey."
"How about a cigarette then?" Will reached for a pack that was lying open on the coffee table. "You do smoke, don't you?"
Lynn made a disgusted sound deep in her throat and said somewhat nastily, "Why don't you quit trying to be a boyscout and go to bed? I think the rest would do you good." On the floor next to her Rachel grunted her agreement.
Will shrugged and lit a cigarette for himself from the pack. He stared down at the two girls for a few moments and then abruptly turned and went ito the bedroom without saying a word.
After he had gone, Rachel sat up and lit herself a cigarette. She wiped the spew off of her legs and looked around for her shirt.
"Let's sleep out here on the couch," Lynn said and Rachel nodded her agreement while slipping her arms into the crumpled shirt .she had found on the floor.
CHAPTER THREE
Will left for work before the girls woke up. They were sleeping soundly on his roomy red couch with their arms wrapped around each other. Outside, the day was warm with dying traces of morning fog still clinging to the ground in some places, like patches of a canvas that an artist had forgotten to paint in.
Rachel was the first of the two girls to wake. She opened her eyes to the sound of a car backfiring in the busy street outside the apartment. Stretching her long ivory limbs in obvious appreciation of her sexuality, she wondered what there was to eat in the refrigerator.
Rising without disturbing Lynn, who was still slumbering peacefully, Rachel made her way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator so she could check its contents. After examining the variety of foods on its shelves, she finally took out a pitcher of orange juice and some fruit and sat down at the table.
The fruit was good and when she had finished she went out on the terrace and looked out at the busy morning religion of the city. People scurried to and fro in an effort to get to work on time, and cars honked and shrieked their defiance to the traffic lights. As she stood there, she unconsciously stroked her pussy with her hand and when she realized what she had been doing, she smiled to herself and decided to go out for a walk.
Donning a pair of dirty jeans and still wearing a crumpled shirt from the night before, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the ground floor of the middle-class building. As she went through the front door, the sunlight burst upon her with all its warmth and she felt good all over.
She walked down the busy street for a while in the direction of the downtown district, occasionally stopping to examine some store window that she passed where something within caught her fancy.
As she passed one small alley, she noticed two young guys a little ways down sitting on some cardboard boxes and trash cans arguing about something-she couldn't quite make out. Since they were pretty good-looking, she went down the alley and approached them.
"Hello. Anyone got a cigarette?" Rachel said.
One of the guys, the taller one of the two, looked her over hungrily before answering her by drawing a pack out of his pocket and offering her one. They were foreign cigarettes and had a strange taste to them.
"Pretty good." Rachel said, exhaling the smoke in tiny puffs. "Are they foreign?"
The little guy nodded and said, "Yeah, where you goin'?"
"Nowhere in particular." Rachel responded, "Why?"
The little guy shrugged, "Just wondering, that's all; just wondering." He turned to the taller man and said, "Where'dja get them cigarettes, Art?"
Art didn't take his eyes off Rachel, "Store around the corner." Then he addressed himself to Rachel, "Lookin' for kicks, or what?"
"I might be...." Rachel said, teasingly buttoning and unbuttoning the top button on her shirt. Both guys watched her with wide, hungry eyes taking in every movement she made.
"What are you doin' here?" Rachel asked both of them when they didn't say anything for a few moments.
"Just hangin' around waiting for something' to happen." The little guy moved closer to Rachel, licking his lips.
"Doesn't that get to be boring after a while?" She boldly unbuttoned two buttons and left them that way.
"Not all the time." The little guy said and made a grab for her. Rachel danced back mischeviously, her eyes watching both of their reactions with a strange kind of desire.
Both of them jumped to their feet and were forcing her back into the dim dirty alley. She laughed and with one movement of her hand undid all the buttons on her shirt.
"Christ!" said the smaller guy.
"You got a nice set of boobs there," the taller of the two commented.
They rushed her and she squealed in delight as their hard eager hands clutched at her taut breasts. All three stumbled back against a trash can and knocked it over, spilling its contents in the alley with a huge happy racket. They were all over her the instant she was on her back. The taller one was sucking violently at one distended nipple and pinching the other one between two fingers while the little guy was undoing her jeans in an effort to get at the pulsing mound of sweetness hidden deep inside her thighs.
Suddenly from out of nowhere, it seemed, a booming authoritarian voice said, "All right, what's going on here." and a huge meaty hand grabbed one guy by the nape of his neck and jerked horn off of her.
"Break it up! Com'on, you two sons of bitches! Get your filthy asses outa here!"
Rachel looked up to see the great blue-suited figure of a policeman standing over her half naked body with the two boys scurrying off down the alley.
"Com'on, Miss, let me help you up here." He said, offering her a hair-covered hand, which she accepted.
After she got to her feet he said, "They won't bother you again, Miss." He slapped his mahogany nightstick against the palm of his hand as if to prove his point.
"Thanks, I guess...." Rachel said shakily, making no effort to button her shirt or zip up her jeans. The copy eyed her greedily.
"Let me help you straighten yourself out there," he said, reaching for the buttons on her blouse but casually brushing his hand up against her rock-hard nipples.
Rachel felt her body tingle at his touch and after a few minutes of hot fumbling she realized that he wasn't trying to button her shirt but kept caressing her plump breasts with his sweaty palm. She started to say something but then decided to play along with him.
Pressing herself closer to him, she casually under the pretense of doing up her pants, pushed his hand down and into the furry wilderness of her already juicy twat. After that move, he abandoned almost all pretense of helping her and plugned his calloused middle finger up tino the wet confines of her cunt.
Panting like a new steam engine, the officer of the law dropped to his knees and began tugging her jeans down over her knees and licking her pussy with his great wet tongue. Rachel kicked her pants off and opened her thighs wide so that he could get better access to the warm little clit that burned and swelled inside her with desire.
The cop pushed her back up against the crumbly brick wall of the nearest building and began eating her out in earnest while she squirmed and moaned in the clutches of her unbounded passion. He probed with his nightstick into the tight opening of her asshole and sent shivers of anticipation all through the length of her heated body. The hardness of the mahogany up the length of her anal passage turned her on in a whirlwind and she wrapped one leg around his thick hairy neck in obsessive passion.
The policeman came to his feet so suddenly that he almost tore her leg off. In an instant Rachel was undoing the zipper on his blue uniform pants and pulling out the great length of his huge official cock. Without any further preliminaries he jammed his monstrous member up into the pink honey-dripping warmth of her cunt and began fervently pumping.
Rachel moaned and pitched and scraped her tight-muscled back against the hard outcropping of the stone and brick wall she was leaning up against.
"Oh ... hurry, hurry!" she cried, her hips crushing themselves against his, "Deeper, you sonofabitch!"
He tried nightily, and in the midst of his straining to dig him diminutive dick deeper, Rachel felt his cock leap inside her as it spurted load after load of spew into the hungry throat of her cunt. He grabbed her shoulders and rammed her down upon him in one last gigantic effort to pin her to the wall.
Almost as soon as he was spent he began to withdraw and Rachel screamed at him and pulled him back on top of her.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she shouted distractedly, "I haven't got mine yet! Keep going!"
The cop pried himself away from her grasp and said appoligetically, "Sorry, miss, but I got my rounds to make and I have to make them on time or I'll be reprimanded by my commanding officer for messing up." He zipped up his pants and straightened his cap.
As he walked away whistling and jauntily swinging his night-stick, Rachel let out a scream of pure frustration and threw a head of rotten cabbage at him-but it missed him and he didn't even turn around. She got dressed again and tried to ignore the fire that was consuming her insides. She stalked angrily out the alley a few instants later and headed in the direction of the city park.
She figured that if she could lie in the cool green grass under the shade of some pine tree it would help her relax enough so that she would be able to think straight. In the condition she was in from her thwarted encounter with the city's finest, all she could think about was the terrible hunger deep in the pit of her stomach.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rachel lay drowsily on her back in the warm grass and sleepily watched the children playing on the monkey bars a little way away from where she was lying. Then shouts and calls reached her only vaguely and she smiled to herself. Gradually she drifted off into a dreamy sleep.
In her dream Rachel found herself in a small pasture walking through the grass completely nude. She could feel the wind tugging at the hair covering her warm pulsing pussy and she rubbed herself sensuously as she walked. The sun was warm on her bare back and her hair floated softly behind her.
About half-way across the pasture she came upon a bull grazing near a stunted looking tree. She approached him without feat and as she did, it turned its great head toward her and just gazed at her naked form. She told the beast to roll over on its back and strangely enough it obeyed her.
Greedily she sat on the bull's stomach and examined its huge oversized cock and balls which were incredibly hairy, even the bulb-shaped head of its prick. She stroked it and the bull growled deep in its throat as its cock swelled and grew as long as Rachel's forearm and twice as thick.
Unable to control herself Rachel began lapping the enormous animal member like a little girl with a lollipop. She cradled the balls in her hands and squeezed them and tickled them and the cock grew as hard as cast-iron under her daring wet tongue. She pressed her lips against the head of the bull's prick and kissed it lightly, then she enveloped the whole thing with her mouth and began sucking and sucking.
But the bull wouldn't go off no matter how hard she sucked and teased it. She grew frantic and toyed with the gigantic penis and bit it and kneaded it until her jaws ached-but still the bull wouldn't go off. The prick had begun to grow larger until now it was about two feet long and half that in length. Rachel could no longer get its head in her mouth so she wrapped her arms and legs around it and began jumping up and down on the bull's stomach. Suddenly she heard deep in the bull's stomach the rumblings of a really powerfull load ready to go off. In a high state of excitement she jumped up and tried to force the cock as far into her cunt as her opening would allow. The rumblings got louder....
"Looks like fun, can I join you?"
Rachel opened her eyes once again in the park and found a fat middle-aged man sitting next to her in the grass. "Wha...?" she said, not quite recovered from her dream about the bull.
"I said it looks like fun." He grinned lewdly and nodded in the direction of her stomach.
Looking down, Rachel realized that while she had been sleeping she had been playing with herself and that her jeans were unzipped and she had two fingers up her cunt Pulling her hand out from between her moist thighs she sat up and noticed that there was no one else around in the park but the fat man next to her.
He reached out and rubbed his hand across her bare stomach and said, "You looked like you needed help so I stopped to see what I could do. Heh, hed." His fingers plunged between the wet lips of her pussy and into the warmth beyond.
"Oh...!" Rachel lay back, all her frustrated desire flooding back into her, "Gimme, oh!" She began to frantically unbutton the shirt she was wearing.
The fat man licked his lips obscenely at the sight of her ripe young breasts and their taut nipples. He forgot about her cunt and took a breast in each hand like a little boy reaching in the cookie jar for as many cookies as he could hold in his hands. Rachel moaned as he fiercely squeezed and rubbed her tits. She squirmed and moved about in the warm green grass in obvious delight at his crude attentions.
His wet blubbery lips pressed against her crotch and he let go of her breasts long enough to tug her pants down over her knees. Rachel sat up slightly and reached for the zipper of his pants and pulled it down.
Reaching her hand inside his pants, she grabbed a hold of his cock and drew it out. At the sight of his hard-on she was overcome by her disire and immediately began squeezing and pinching it with her long fingernails. The fat man lay back and drew her on top of him in the classic sixty-nine position and for a few seconds they were both immersed in the taste of each other's crotches.
The tension reached a point of unbearability for Rachel and she pulled away from him for a minute and then climbed back on the other way around and slid down his bulging obscene stomach and impaled herself on his fleshy hot lance. She squealed aloud as his shaft drove straight and true into her waiting twat. Bouncing up and down in a frenzy of passion she drove him deeper and deeper until she thought that his steely cock would pierce right through her stomach and come out the other side.
Then it seemed that all the passion inside her coiled itself into a knot and suddenly snapped. She felt her juices drown his magnificent member and flow out the tortured opening, sinking into the warm brown earth of the city park and fertilizing the grass with seeds of lust. She drove her hips against his in an acceleration of desire that suspended time for eternal moments.
Her orgasm lasted longer than his and she was still going when he was spent but finally she finished and he pushed her off of him with a groan of pleasure.
"Take it easy, baby. I'm only flesh and blood."
Rachel's eyes were shining, "I want more," she said, jumping back onto him and grinding her hips against his groin. "More...."
He pushed her off again, this time somewhat impatiently, "If you do you'll have to go somewhere else to get it."
Rachel sat up, panting, "Oh, please!" she pleaded, "Just do it one more time. Please." She grabbed ahold of his limp cock and tried to squeeze some life into it.
He jerked her hand away and stood up, zipping his fly, "You must be crazy. I just offered to help; not kill myself doing it." With that he turned and walked away and Rachel shouted a couple obscenities at his receding figure and then wearily straightened her clothing and wandered off.
CHAPTER FIVE
Back at Will's apartment hours earlier, Lynn had risen to find no one else in the apartment but herself. She got up and walked around the apartment nude while she prepared herself breakfast and tried to find any notes anyone of the others might have left for her.
She was sitting over coffee debating whether she should get dressed and go out or not when the doorbell rang. She jumped up and grabbed only a dishtowel from the sink to cover herself with. When she opened the door she found a tall man standing there in a grey business suit. He eyed her scanty apparel: the towel didn't quite cover all of her pussy and Lynn was just holding it on in front of her by one hand.
"Is-ah-Will home?" He inquired, somewhat unconfortably.
Lynn leaned back against the doorframe and said, "No, but would you like to come in and wait for him?" She winked and lifted the towel a little higher, causing his eyes to open a little wider.
The young man looked up and down the hall of the apartment building nervously and said," Well-ah-I suppose just for a few moments, but-ah-I really can't stay...." He edged past her and dashed somewhat ungracefully into the living room-he didn't even touch her as he went by.
She turned and followed him inside, closing the door behind her as she did, he was sitting nervously on the couch and she walked by him and gave him a good healthy look at her delicious plump ass. At this he appeared to be visibly shaken and when she sat down next to him he jumped noticably.
"Well," Lynn said, laying her hand on his lean muscular thigh. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
He glanced nervously down at her hand. "Uh, no! Thank you very much."
Lynn began stroking his crotch and felt his cock swell beneath the fabric of his pants. "Are you sure?" She asked impishly. "It wouldn't be any trouble."
"No. That's all right. I ... Hey! What are you doing?" He grabbed hold of her arm as she undid the zipper on his pants and began to reach inside.
"Why," she looked up at him innocently, "I thought I'd just give you a little massage to help you relax. You seem to be all keyed up about something."
He watched dumbfoundedly as she deftly unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. "But...." He began to protest-but didn't get to say anymore, for Lynn had reached into his shorts and was stroking the soft head of his prick with her fingers. It pulsed and jumped beneath her touch.
"Now, isn't that relaxing?" She said, pinching his balls.
He licked his lips, tiny beads of sweat forming on his upper lip. "It is-ah-rather nice. God!" His eyes almost jumped from his head as she let her towel drop to the floor revealing to him her lush young body.
Taking his hand in her free one she pressed his palm against her left breast and rubbed it gently. He caught on quickly enough and in a few moments both of his hands were occupied with the task of keeping her plump breasts as tight as drumheads. Lynn, meanwhile, was fighting to get his pants down over his knees-at last she succeeded.
Lynn began to kiss his hairy thighs and run her tiny pink tongue up and down the length of his stiffened member. She traced every ridge and vein oin his prick with her tongue and nibbled at the underedges of its soft pulsing head, driving him wild with excitement.
He completely forgot about stroking her breasts, so completely was he caught up in enjoying the sensation of her soft wet lips exploring the delights of his hairy crotch. He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes to the washes of pleasure that were running through his body. He could feel each lick or nibble as she covered his burning prick with saliva.
Lynn pushed his legs up in the air and spread them apart with her hands. Then she took both of his balls in her mouth and gently sucked on their delicious hairiness, feeling them jump and pulse inside her mouth. She squeezed them between the roof of her mouth and her tongue and smiled to herself when she heard him moan as a result.
Without pausing for breath, she began licking his tight asshole and working her finger in and out of it. He squirmed and jumped at her devout ministrations and that made her try even harder to get to him. She grab bed his fleshy sword and jerked it up and down in a heat of passion-nibbling at its head with her teeth and slapping his balls with her one free hand. His reaction was one of stunned pleasure.
She could tell by the rigidness of his tortured cock that he was just about to go off and so she began nuzzling the head of his cock: rubbing her face and hair against it and blowing on in. Suddenly its whole length jerked convulsively and began to spurt white creamy semen all over her face and hair. He clutched her head in a paroxism of desire and began fiercely rubbing her sweaty face against the slippery length of his jumping, spouting cock.
When he had completely spent his gigantic load of semen, she began licking if off his cock and graoin in unabandoned relish. Lynn was still hot and working up to hers and was in no modd to quit now. As his cock began to shrink again she increased the fervor of her attentions-scratching and pawing at his stomach while sucking furiously on his prick and rubbing her swollen breasts against his sweat-drenched thighs.
He fought and bucked but that only made her more passionate and she began to climb all over him. Finally he began to get the idea that she wanted it badly and began roughly caressing her breasts while he tried to pull his aching penis out of her demanding mouth but she wouldn't let go of it no matter how hard he tugged at her head.
Excitement began to well up inside of him again after a very short time and she finally let go of his cock as he threw her over the back of the sofa in a fit of desire and began eating her out from the rear as she leaned over the sofa panting with her inflamed ass high in the air.
His tongue probed deep into the crevice of her cunt and started the warm flow of her juices to increase in quantity. Her thighs trembled and jumped with emotion as he kneaded her ass and nibbled at her fat clit, abandoning his inhibitions to the feverish activity of lovemaking.
"Give it to me!" Lynn moaned frantically, her hips swaying and pumping like a steam-engine. Sweat streamed down her heaving body like tiny streams running down the side of a mountain after spring thaw. Her whole being cried to have his rod inside her driving itself deep into the folds of her cunt.
Stiffening as he entered her, she gave a sharp cry of pleasure and thrilled to the feel of his cock battering the walls of her pussy with a pounding rhythm of ecstasy. He had his hands on her hips and he drove Into her from behind with fiercely propelled thrusts from his hips. Faster and faster they went until Lynn felt as though she would burst if she didn't have an orgasm soon.
She was almost foaming at the mouth by the time she went off: saliva dripped from her mouth and mingled with her sweat as it dripped off her chin and onto the rug. She moaned and twisted and her thigh muscles knotted in pleasure at the sensations rushing through her throbbing cunt. He rolled off, however, almost as soon as she was finished, but Lynn was too drained to pull him back on her or do anything else about it.
She lay there for a long while without moving, and when she finally did move it was because she heard the door click shut and realized that the man in the grey suit had left.
"Fuck!" she said to herself, sitting up, "He was good for at least one more...."
CHAPTER SIX
Lynn sat at the kitchen table and had her second cup of coffee that morning and, also as before, she was nude. She kept rubbing her furry twat abstractedly and tried to figure out what she could do to kill some time until Will came home from work. Not really wanting to go out, she was left with finding something to do around the apartment.
The sunshine was warm and felt dreamy on her uncovered body. Just the hint of a breeze was blowing and the street below was full with scurrying pedestrians and the angry rumblings of trucks and cars as they passed below her. Horns blew and occasionally there was the squeal of brakes and the screech of tortured rubber as somebody just missed plastering himself all over the headlines of the next day's paper.
Lynn leaned over the railing that enclosed the terrace, her heavy breasts swaying pendulously as she rocked back and forth on her heels, humming to herself. The wind caressed her pink nipples and they grew hard with excitement-without thinking she was beginning to turn herself on again.
Rubbing her cunt against one of the black steel poles in the railing she realized that it would make a good substitute cock. It protruded about ten inches above the lateral designs in the railing and was roughly two inches in diameter and rounded on the top.
Growing more excited by the minute she swung one leg over the railing and carefully lowered herself down onto the cast iron pole. It was harder than any cock and as it slid up her warm twat the love juice began to flow from her cunt and grease its passage. Deeper and deeper she slid it into her until she felt that if it went in any further it would split her in half.
For a few sensuous moments she just sat there, handing half over the street four stories below with an iron rod up her pussy. Dreamily she began to work it up and down, slowly at first and the, as her heated womb began to react to the iron moster inside it, more quickly.
Before she knew it, she was vigorously jumping up and down on the pole, ramming its entire painted length into her with a violence of passion. It was strange that nobody in the street below looked up or even noticed what was going on in the air above their heads, but no one did.
When she went off she clutched at the railing to keep from falling off and let her body tremble in enjoyment of what was happenning to it. She had her legs wrapped in the iron work in such an odd posture of passion that it seemed improbably that she would ever untangle herself.
As if by magic, she unwound herself from the railing and walked shakily inside, the adrenaline still rushing through her bloodstream. As she entered the living room of the apartment she found Rachel just coming in the door.
"Well, what's been going on here?" She asked, gazing at Lynn's sweaty naked body.
"Nothin' much, where you been? I notice your shirt is ripped." She pointed at the torn fabric over Rachel's right breast and Rachel just grunted.
"I had a little run in with a cop." Rachel commented, flopping down on the sofa.
"I see."
"He certainly wasn't one of the city's finest." Rachel lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. "In fact, he ran pretty close to the bottom of the scale."
Lynn laughed and sat down on the coffee table in front of Rachel, "I see what you mean. I think living in Frisco saps all a man's strength."
"That could be true from what I've seen; they're all pretty frustrating."
"Well," Lynn shrugged, "Whatcha gonna do?"
Rachel was eyeing Lynn's exposed pussy, especially since Lynn was sitting Indian-fashion and the moist lips of her twat were pulled apart slightly exposing the soft pink inner flesh-that glistened juicily. Rachel licked her dry lips and thoughtfully took another drag on her cigarette.
"Why don't you do me a favor, Lynn." Rachel said, not taking her eyes off the other girl's furry box of delights that seemed to pulse quietly on its own from pure excess of sexual appetite-like a hungry animal.
"Yeah?"
"I could use a little release...." Rachel looked Lynn in the eye, casually. "So?"
"I'd do it to myself but it'd be a lot better if someone else did it for me...."
Lynn smiled slightly and said, "Might be interesting to try, just for kicks."
"Yeah, you never know we might dig it and give up men completely."
Lynn laughed, "That wouldn't be that great of a loss if you ask me."
"Well?" Rachel began to undo her shirt, a feeling of excitement growing within her stomach already. "Shall we give it the old college try?"
Getting up from her position on the coffee table, Lynn got down on her knees in front of Rachel and began to undo her jeans with numerous caresses in between. Rachel had since shed her shirt and was leaning back against the couch submissively letting Lynn explore her.
Tugging Rachel's dirty blue jeans off and tossing them away, Lynn began to softly stroke the insides of Rachel's moist thighs and blowing gently on her burning cunt. Rachel closed her eyes and spread her legs apart as far as they would go in an effort to give Lynn a wider territory to explore with her darting wet tongue and fingers.
Lynn began nibbling and licking Rachel's thighs slowly, and then a little quicker and more passionately as she got engrossed in what she was doing. Rachel moaned every time Lynn's tongue touched her hungry cunt, moving her hips forward and feeling her own nipples with brutal fingers.
Lynn's soft lips pressed closer and closer to Rachel's glowing honey-dripping pussy and Lynn's attentions began to get more and more excited and less casual and studied as she lost the reins of her desire in the warm folds of Rachels pulsing softness. It was hard for Rachel to control herself as Lynn's ivory-hard teeth bit gently into her twat.
"Ooh! That's it!" moaned Rachel.
Lynn dug in deeper with her tongue as Rachel moaned and fiercely clutched her own breasts like two overripe melons in a market ready to burst from all the customers who had passed by and squeezed them to examine their texture. Her nails bit into the soft flesh and the pain drove her into a frenzy of desire.
"Oh, god! Give me something hard!"
Jumping and twisting, Rachel moaned and Lynn grabbed a nearby dust mop and began working it in and out of Rachel's steaming pussy. Lynn lunged it deeper and deeper until Rachel was actually foaming at the mouth, so great was her passion.
When Rachel went off, her whole body stiffened as if paralized by the injection of a powerful drug, and Lynn rammed the handle of the dust mop as deep as she could and held it there while wave after wave of tedious pleasure engulfed Rachel's small frame.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Will came home from work he found Lynn and Rachel both lying on the couch stark naked and fast alseep. He stood at the door and watched them a few minutes, feeling the seams of his pants tightening, and then quietly shut the door and stepped inside.
He went into the bedroom and slipped out of his jacket, immersed in thought. He had to get the two girls out of the apartment for the evening because his fiance, Marie, was coming over to cook him dinner. The thought of Marie actually cooking a dinner for him made him almost break out in unrestrained laughter: she was a great looking chic but when it came to cooking she was a flop.
Marie had been brought up by very rich parents and ever since birth she had had all of the luxuries that life could afford. Whenever she had wanted something, no matter how big or expensive, her parents had bought it for her. She had never once gone without anything at all.
As a result, Marie was very spoiled and used to getting her own way about things. When she wanted something she thought she should have it with no questions asked and as soon as possible. The sad part, or maybe the happy part, about all this was that things always worked out that way for her even though she wasn't a child anymore.
When Marie had met Will she had found that she couldn't buy him like she could a new coat or a yacht. He had ideas of his own along those lines and they didn't always run in parallel lines with her thinking. If she wanted him, then it would have to be on his terms.
At first Marie had been most difficult. She would throw tantrums whenever he wouldn't do things her way. When she saw that acting like a four year old child wouldn't work with him, she began to wise up and let Will lead. It was hard for her to adjust at first because she had always been brought up to believe that if she wanted something one way, then that was the way it was going to be, no matter who disagreed.
Lately, however, their relationship had been smoothing out and, in fact, Marie was beginning to be quite docile in some ways. The fact that that evening she was coming over to cook dinner for him in his own apartment instead of draggin him along to some fright-fully expensive restauarant was a minor victory in itself and an indication of how much she was changing since she had known Will and his ways.
That was why it was so important to Will that he get the two girls out of the apartment before Marie came over. He dug Rachel and Lynn, but not as much as he did Marie. Besides, they were just an interesting diversion, and Marie was serious business. Jealousy was one of Marie's weaker points and she made no bones about what would happen if she ever caught him making it with anyone else but her.
Will had tried to explain to her time and time again that there was nothing wrong with wanting a little variety in one's sex partners. It didn't have to be a serious type of variety, just someone to hop in bed with occasionally who was different from the person who was usually there.
Marie, however, wasn't interested in listening to his views on the subject. She had her own sense of morality and it had its own rules and boundaries. She also had rules and boundaries. She also had definite view on what would happen if he crossed those set rules or boundaries. She wouldn't have anything to do with another man while she was seeing him so she considered it fair on his part to have nothing to do with any other women.
So Will cleaned up and went back into the living room where the two girls were sleeping. He looked down at Lynn's soft, plump ass so temptingly raised toward him and die thought crossed his mind that perhaps Marie wasn't worth all the trouble she caused by her jealousy.
Patting Lynn playfully on the ass Will said, "Hey, wake up you two, it's late in the day." He thought that they had been asleep ever since the night before.
"Wha?" Lynn said, groggily sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Will sighed in exasperation, "Get up. Get that sweet little ass of yours in a sling."
Rachel spoke without opening her eyes or moving, "Go find somewhere else to sit-I'm tired."
"I don't want to sit down." Will started to explain.
"Then what do you want the couch for?" Lynn cut in.
Will watched Lynn's soft black pussy as she stretched sensuously. "I've got company coming," he continued, "and I don't want you two around when she gets here?"
"Hear that, Rachel?" Lynn nudged Rachel's thigh, "He's going out on us already."
"I'm hurt." Rachel grunted and rolled over.
"Com'on, you two," Will pleaded, "I'll explain to you later why you can't be around. Right now I haven't got time, so please just go out and walk around for the evening. You can still sleep here tonight."
"That's very generous of you." Lynn stood up and playfully stroked his crotch with her fingers, "But we haven't got anywhere to go and besides we haven't got any money to spend when we get there."
Will sighed, taking out his brown leather wallet and opening it. "How much do you need?"
Rachel sat up at the sound of the money and said, "Well, let's see now...." She pretended to be counting on her fingers.
"Will ten do?" Will asked, pulling a ten from his wallet and offering it to them.
Lynn snatched it away quickly. "Fine. How about Rachel?"
Will started to sputter but finally pulled another ten from his wallet and handed it to Rachel muttering, "In some states blackmail is against the law...."
"Is it in this state?" Lynn inquired innocently.
"No...." Will responded.
"Then I want twenty." Lynn stated firmly.
Will took a swing at her but missed because she had danced back out of the way, laughing madly. Rachel took up Lynn's laughter and Will just stood there swaying helplessly, undecided what to do next, if anything at all.
"Assault and battery is against the law in every state." Rachel commented in a prim voice.
"Oh, yes, indeed," Lynn agreed in the same tone.
"Just get dressed and leave me along for the evening," Will said wearily.
"Ah." Rachel looked at Lynn, "I think we've hurt his feelings."
"After all he's done for us." Lynn moved closer to Rachel. "That's downright ungrateful."
Will compressed his lip, determined not to let their little game get to him. Lynn came over to him and pulled down the zipper on his pants and stuck her hand inside.
"We're not really all that ungrateful...." Lynn pulled rigid cock from out of his pants and rubbed it gently against the soft furriness of her cunt.
Will started to say something but desire choked off the words before he could get them out. He reached down and took hold of her large, juicy breasts and squeezed gently, beads of perspiration already beginning to form on his brow. Gently he massaged the nipples to rock hardness while Lynn's soft heavy hips pressed themselves against his.
"Am I forgiven?" Lynn asked in her sweetest voice, grinding her pussy against him.
Will had difficulty answering, "Ah ... well, could wediscuss it another time?"
"Why not now?" She backed off a little and took his prick in her hands.
Rachel, taking no interest in the tableau that was being enacted in front of her, had lit a cigarette and was calmly glancing through a magazine. She knew that Lynn would handle Will to his satisfaction and there was really no need for her to help, even if she had wanted to.
"How about it?" Lynn asked, pinching the throbbing head of Will's cock ."Am I forgiven or not?"
"Chirst!" exclaimed Will through clenched teeth. "What do you want?"
"Just say you forgive me." She stroked his flaming cock gently up and down.
"All right dammit! I forgive you!"
"That's better," Lynn smiled, "how about Rachel?"
Will rolled his eyes in frustration and calmly said, "OK, I forgive Rachel too."
Lynn started to say something else but Will grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of him. She didn't resist, even when he pried her lips open with his pulsing member and commanded her to suck it.
Grasping hold of his balls with both hands, Lynn began to gently caress the swelling animal inside her mouth with the darting tip of her tongue. Saliva dripped uncontrolled from the corners of her mouth as he tried to force his member all the way to the hilt, so growing was his passion.
Slipping a finger up his asshole, Lynn began to seriously suck his cock; feeling it rub against the roof of her mouth in an odd rhythm of desire. Will began swaying his hips back and forth, driving his moist cock in and out of her hot little mouth in a frenzy of misplaced entry.
He had his hands on the back of her head and when he went off he jammed jammed his cock all the way in and held it here as the muscular spasms shook his entire body. Lynn had a hard time swallowing with his enormous member blocking her throat and she gagged and choked-but he wouldn't let up on the vise like grip on her head.
Bucking like a mustang in heat, they both fell over and landed on the floor, knocking over a priceless Chinese lampstand that Will had had for years. When the lampstand fell it would've hit the floor and scattered itself seven ways from sundown had it not been for Lynn's quick reflex action. Hen hand shot out and caught it just inches from being smashed forever and she held it there while Will finished his powerful ejaculation.
When Will rolled off of her, he noticed that she was holding the lampstand and jumped up and snatched it from her hand. "What are you trying to do? This is nearly priceless, y'know!" He set it gently back on the tabletop and turned again to her, "Hold onto something else the next time, willya?"
Lynn choked, trying to regain her speech. "You dirty bastard! I was trying to keep the lamp from hitting the floor and breaking into a million pieces!"
Will sneered at her, his cock dangling ludicrously from the zipper of his pants, and said, "Well, the next time you try the Statue of Liberty play, try to use a less expensive lampstand."
Rachel, who had been quiet all this time, said, "You shoulda shoved the damn thing up his priceless ass instead of saving it for him."
Lynn laughed, "No, he probably would've dug it."
"You've got a lot of room to talk." Will said viciously.
"You've got no room at all to talk." Lynn countered, "all you have room for is that monstrous swollen ego of yours!"
"Bah!" Will snorted, zipping up his fly, "at least I'm satisfied with what I get."
"A mark of a true gentleman," Rachel put in, nodding like a mechanical schoolteacher.
"Chirst," Will said disgustedly, "you've got your money: just go out and fuck around until about twelve o'clock. Ok?"
"The witching hour," Lynn said, getting up off the floor and pulling on her jeans. "Wooooo."
"I get the distinct feeling that we're not wanted. "Rachel was button
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"I had noticed that too." Lynn said.
"Must be something you ate." Rachel looked wryly at Will, who was silently watching them dress, and unreadable expression crossing his face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The girls finally left and Will set about to clean up the apartment some before Marie got there. He picked up all of Lynn and Rachel's things and stuffed them in a closet and then he washed the stain out of the rug. When he had finished, he looked around to see if there was anything else that would incriminate him in Marie's eyes.
Satisfied at last that his secret was safe-at least for the present-he fixed himself a drink and settled down to wait for Marie to arrive. He didn't have long to wait, for almost as soon as he had gotten comfortable on the sofa the doorbell chimed soft and insistent.
He let Marie in and after he had taken her coat he fixed her a drink too and they sat down to discuss what each had been doing since they'd been together last. Will crossed his fingers and prayed that the room was in order.
"Well." Marie said, daintily sipping her martini, "How are things going at work."
"Fine," Will motioned vaguely.
"Aren't you coming up for a promotion soon?"
"I'm about due." Smiling, he lit a cigarette.
"I could have daddy talk to your boss, I'm sure that he could persuade him to promote you right away-you know how daddy is with people."
Will scowled at her, even though she was wearing an evening dress that would have given a buddist monk an erection. "I told you I don't need any help getting a promotion. I told you that last time."
Marie pouted, "I know, but I just wanted to help you get ahead. What's wrong with that? I don't want to see you stuck in that silly old job all of your life."
"Marie," Will began, "I don't need your help or your father's help to get ahead." He gritted his teeth. They'd been through this all before a million times. "I do fine for myself. I'm a big boy now, remember?"
Marie giggled, "Why, you're just a little baby."
Will scowled again, this time in exasperation. "Listen, why don't we just drop the subject and you go in and start dinner, Ok?"
"Do I have to start it right now? I thought we could talk for awhile before I started playing housewife."
"Are you worried you can't do it?" Will knew exactly how to get to her.
"Ha!" Marie's eyes blazed and he knew he had said the right thing. She jumped up. "You just watch and see if I can do it! You just watch!" She stalled off into the kitchen and began to rattle pots and pans.
Will finished his drink and then picked up the evening paper and began to browse through the sports page. 'So far so good' he thought to himself, lighting another cigarette to replace the one he had just put out.
Will knew that if he could keep the conversation light that he stood a chance of lasting the whole evening under Marie's hawk-like scrutiny. He would have to say that the meal she prepared was wonderful, even it if wasn't just to keep her in a good mood.
"Where do you keep the salt, honey?" Mark called from the kitchen.
"Second shelf of the pantry," he answered. "What are you making-or is it a secret?"
"It's a secret so don't you come poking your nose in here until I tell you I'm ready." The mixer sounded, it's whine increasing in intensity.
Will grunted and went back to his paper, satisfied that she would be occupied for a good hour in the kitchen at the least. He thought of the two girls and how bitch they were. They also had their good points, considering. Rubbing his cock reflectively he decided that it had been a good idea after all to pick them up when he saw them hitchiking the other night.
If he could just keep them away from Marie he would have it made. Marie didn't believe in putting out much for him and this generally left him feeling pretty frustrated by the time the end of the evening rolled around.
Not that Marie wasn't a good lay-matter-of-fact she wasn't-but she just took all the fun out of sex by being so clinical about the whole thing. She wouldn't go to bed with him unless he had recently shaved and showered and that she herself was so clean that when he took a mouthful of her wonderfully plump pussy it had no taste whatsoever.
She turned him on mightily by the things that she did, but whenever he followed through she always turned him off by the way that she handled it. For one thing, she was deathly afraid of getting pregnant, and as a result she used foam. Since it had to be injected twenty minutes before intercourse to do any good, she was always jumping up in the middle of some hot embrace to run to the bathroom.
To say the least, this kind of action killed or cooled his desire somewhat and by the time that she got back from the bathroom he had to start all over again from the beginning. One time they went on like that for three hours and finally he got so disgusted that he just gave up and took a cold shower.
Thinking about it later, Will saw how funny the whole thing must've been, but it wasn't funny at the time. He had thrown her right out of the apartment and told her not to come back until she found something other than foam to use. She had come back, however, the very next day, and with the foam again.
She wouldn't trust anything else. She hated rubbers, and she was afraid of the side effects of the pill so she stuck to good old foam and Will stuck to his sheets at night.
Not that it was all hell going with Marie-it had it's advantages. Not the least of these advantages was her money and her position. She could get into places he never dreamed of ever going into simply because the major-domo was a friend of her family or some other such nonsense. Of course, once they got inside, the prices were enough to make him wish that he hadn't come in in the first place. It was nice through, occassionally, to go to a ritzy place and dine in luxury.
Will had met Marie's parents once and once was quite enough for him as far as he was concerned. Her father was a pompous bigot and her mother was a dissipating honey-sweet Southern belle who talked too much and knew it. They didn't have to justify their obnoxiousness because they were very rich and they never let any one, not anyone, forget it for a second. Will had stayed and talked to them for an hour one Sunday, and he didn't wish to repeat the experience ever again.
Dinner was as had to be expected: horrible. Will forced it down and managed to keep a smile on his face while he was doing it. Try-to take his mind off the food, he asked Marie how her parents were doing.
"What does that mean?" She said. "My parents are doing fine; they're always doing fine."
"I was just asking." He forked a burnt piece of something into his mouth with a shudder.
"How's the food?" Marie asked, and when he didn't answer she said, "you don't have to answer that-I know it's horrible."
Will began to protest but she cut him off and stood up. "That's all right." She giggled. "I really made a mess of it, didn't I?"
"Well...." Will put down his fork, "It wasn't that bad."
Marie came over and sat down at his feet. She looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry."
"Bah! There's no reason for you to be." He stroked her hair lightly. When he looked down he could see the plump roundness of her breasts rising and falling with they rhythm of her breathing. The barest hint of nipple was revealed whenever she breathed in and Will found that he was beginning to feel that old familiar urge again.
As Marie laid her cheek against his leg, Will casually slipped her shoulder strap down and began stroking her soft pearly skin with his fingertips. She purred beneath his touch and, encouraged by his small victory, he proceeded to undo her other strap. Marie was unusually submissive that night, and Will realized it almost immediately.
His hand slipped down the neckline of her dress and he began to gently massage one soft breast. Responding, she pulled his head down and kissed him passionately, forcing his arms deeper into the confines of her dress. Slipping down from off the chair, Will got down next to her beneath the dining table and they indulged in a wild heaving embrace that lasted for a God-awful long time.
Will's temples began to pound with desire and he pulled Marie's dress down to her waist. Her nipples jumped out at him hungrily, hard, yet oddly pliant to his touch. Running his tongue across the surface of her breasts, Will began to tug the dress completely off of her by pulling it down over the flowing curves of her well-shapped legs.
Moaning like a tired kitten, Marie pushed Will's head downward with hot sweaty palms and fingers twisted his curly hair. Will nuzzled against her silk covered crotch, and, as he began to drag her panties down over her legs, he hoped fervently that she would not remember to jump up and go put in that damn frustrating foam.
He whipped off her panties and she lay back on the carpet underneath that dismal flop of a meal. Will's lips gently walked across the flat plain of her stomach, stopping here and there to explore some interesting depression or taste, his darting tongue searching out and finding her nerve endings and setting them quivering.
Nibbling at her pubic hairs, Will began to massage her moist thighs with his fingertips, occasionally pinching her heaving buttocks and making her jump in exquisite pleasure. Gradually his lips found their way to die moist lips of her cunt. He spread them open with his fingertips and gently probed inside with the tip of his tongue until he found her creamy clitoris; lying there like a pearl in a newly opened oyster, a soft delight to be caressed and excited.
Spreading her legs further apart in an effort to get deeper into the welcoming folds of her pussy, Will began sucking softly on her pounding clit and at the same time tried to get one finger of his left hand into the tight sphinter of her asshole. Marie moaned and squirmed and held on to own breasts, tormenting the nipples with her long fingernails.
Suddenly she sat up and flung her arms about his head, gasping as if for very breath. She almost forced his whole face into the soft gaping opening of her cunt. Swaying her hips she drove his face deeper and deeper into her all engulfing wetness with driving blows.
Will jerked his head away after a few seconds-he couldn't stay in there no matter how much he wanted to because he was nearly drowning in her love-juice. He considered just diving in and drowning anyway, but he wasn't too sure how it would look on the coroner's report.
"Jesus!" Marie cried, fumbling to undo his pants and get them down before her passion consumed her alive thought she still was not in any way satisfied.
She almost ripped his shirt from his shoulders, but finally she had all his clothes off and fell back dragging him down on top of her with a frantic grip around his shoulders. Her legs spread apart and her ankles shot up in the air to allow him easier entry.
Unfortunately, Marie had forgotten that she was lying underneath a table laden with food and dishes and when she kicked upwards her heels struck the edge of the table and knocked the whole thing tottering on two legs. Dishes and silverware scattered everywhere, and for a moment it looked as though the table would right itself. Then Marie kicked it again in a spasm of passion as Will drove his swollen shaft deep into her and over went the table with a loud crash.
Both Will and Marie were oblivious to the fact that the table had fallen-they were so caught up in the powerful surges that were coursing through their body. They bucked and squirmed into each other and violently rolled over and over in a wild pumping ride across the littered dining room floor, sliding in mashed potatoes and stabbing themselves with forks and knives in an abandonment of pain.
As they wrestled across the floor, Will was flung about so that he had to put out an arm to keep his balance. As he did, his hand closed up on a large wooden salad spoon still dripping with salad oil and seasoning. In a red haze of maniacal desire, he withdrew his cock from the sucking lips of her cunt, and before she could protest he jammed the salad spoon up her twat and began working it in and out frantically with both hands gripping the hand-carved handle.
Marie screamed and twisted, not sure whether she enjoyed the oil wood inside of her or whether the feel repulsed her. So great was her emotional reaction to the spoon that almost immediately she came. In great muscular spasm the juice flowed from her straining pussy and made a sticky puddle on the deep pile of the carpet.
This occurence insensed Will so much that he jerked the spoon away and hopped back onto her in an effort to get in on what was happening. He strained against her and lunged deeply into the warm caver of her twat.
When Marie felt his member inside her again she screamed and pushed him away frantically. "The spoon!" she cried, "Give me the spoon!"
Puzzled at first by her reaction, Will docily handed her the spoon. When she rammed it up her pussy, he realized that she wasn't depressed and watched Marie foam at the mouth as she worked the giant salad spoon in and out of her cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
At eleven thirty Marie was still at Will's apartment and he was beginning to get worried that she wouldn't leave by twelve. He had tried to get her to leave earlier, but she had insisted in cleaning up the mess they had made in the dining room and it wasn't any easy mess to clean up.
So Will sat in the living room with a drink and brooded while she cleaned methodically.
"You really don't have to do that, babe-the maid comes by in the morning if I want, so there's no need-really. " Will sat up wearily.
Marie didn't look up from her cleaning but said, "I couldn't let the maid see this mess. She might wonder how we did it and I'd be embarrassed."
"You won't even be here when she comes so why worry about it?"
"Well," Marie straightened up, her hand on her hip, "I just hate to see it like this, that's all. It makes me feel uneasy and like that."
Will shrugged disgustedly, "Sometimes I just can't figure you out."
Marie smiled, "Women are supposed to have some mystery about them."
"The only mystery about you is why you prefer a wooden spoon to a real cock."
Marie blushed and looked embarrassed. "I told you I was sorry. I just got carried away."
Will rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "Sure is a funny way to get carried away."
"If I remember correctly, it was your idea in the first place, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, sure it was, but I didn't think you had a fetish for oily salad spoons made of wood. Will was, to say the very least, disgusted.
"I just got carried away," Marie repeated.
"Well, the next time make sure you get carried all the way out of the apartment." Will lit a cigarette and puffed angrily on it.
"I said I was sorry," Marie whined. "What else do you want from me?"
"Just a little satisfaction occasionally, that's not too much to ask, is it?" He felt like a bastard bawling her out but he ignored it.
"Your performance has never been that sterling or wonderful anyway."
Will looked at her blankly and said, "You've already lodged a protest."
"Oh shit!" Marie threw her cleaning cloth to the floor peevishly.
"What have you got to be bugged about?" Will asked. "You got yours."
"Yeah," Marie returned body, "I got mine and I'm glad I did 'cause it was great."
"Fine. Then don't get pissed at me: you should be happy about it."
"I am." Said Marie sarcastically, "Can't you see I'm in seventh heaven."
"Why don't you just shut up and go home." He glanced nervously at his watch and discovered that it was already ten minutes of twelve.
"Cause I'd like to take a bath first!" She spat. "Do you really mind?"
"Does it matter?"
"To tell you the truth," She said heading for the bathroom, "It doesn't."
"Then why do you ask me if I mind or not?" Will inhaled deeply.
Marie stopped and stood there swaying indecisively for a moment. She couln't decide whether to stalk off angrily into the bathroom and slam the door behind her or to stay in the living room and console Will and try to make up with him for frustrating him.
"Well?" Will asked, "what are you waiting for?"
"I...." Marie began, "I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I said I was sorry." She wrung her hands pathetically, "Y'know...."
"Are you apologizing?" Will looked at her keenly, "Or just playing games?"
Marie ran over to him and buried her head in his lap and said, "No, I'm not playing games. I just don't want to argue with you, that's all."
"Well...." Will looked at her gruffly for a few moments. "I guess I don't blame you."
She looked up at him and smiled. "Would you like me to get rid of some of your frustrations for you. I know it must be a bad feeling."
"What do you mean?"
She unzipped his pants and began unbuckling his belt, "You know what I mean...." Her hand reached into his underpants and closed about his cock.
Will grinned sheepishly and said, "I guess I do know what you mean at that."
She pulled his swelling prick out of his pants and licked it gently, still looking up at him. Then she looked down at his cock and grasping it firmly with both hands, began to suck mightily.
He grasped the back of her head and forced his member deep into her throat, thrilling at the feel of the warm wetness along the length of his burning cock. A slight growl escaped his lips and he dug his nails into the flesh of her scalp as she nibbled on the very tip of his overburdened cock and forced him into the realm of pleasure.
Groaning and gasping for breath, he lay back against the couch and let her lips roam all over his groin, searching and probing with her moist pink tongue into the hidden nerve centers and driving desire like an arrow through his body. Slowly she worked one long finger up his asshole and began to feel around inside as she licked his balls.
The pressure was almost unbearable for Will, but he tried to hold back until he had the head of his prick firmly implanted deep in the warm hold of her mouth with her delicate ivory teeth scraping maddeningly against the head of his masterful member. It was almost as if she were reading his thoughts, for almost at once she stopped licking his balls and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
Finally he couldn't hold off anymore and with a strangled cry his cock began to pump load after load of spew into her hot waiting mouth. Marie sucked and sucked and Will thought that he would go off forever if she didn't stop.
In the back-ground Will could hear a vaguely familiar sound but he couldn't figure out what it was. It was the clock striking midnight.
CHAPTER TEN
When Lynn and Rachel left Will's apartment they were both feeling pretty good because they had some money to blow. They walked aimlessly at first, just strolling around the city as the day began to darken about them and nightfall came creeping in.
"Well," said Lynn, "where shoud we go? Any ideas?"
Rachel shrugged and looked both ways down the lighted boulevard. "I don't know," she said. "Why don't we go take in a movie or something?"
"That sounds cool, I haven't seen a new movie in months." Lynn also looked up and down the marquee-studded street searching for a theatre.
"What shall we see?" Rachel stopped to light a cigarette from her pocket.
"How about that one over there. That sounds good."
Lynn pointed to the theatre a few blocks down and Rachel's eyes turned in that direction.
"Ok." Rachel said after reading the name of the feature, "let's go."
They walked the few blocks, and when they got there they found that the show had started ten minutes before-but they decided to go in anyway. They stopped at the refreshment stand in the lobby and bought popcorn and soft drinks and took them inside to find a seat.
Rachel wanted to sit in the balcony and Lynn agreed, mostly because the theatre actually had a balcony. They made their way slowly up the dark stairs and into the door marked BALCONY. When they pushed their way inside they found that it was indeed a balcony but it was at best a very small balcony.
There were only about fifteen seats altogether and three of them were occupied by three guys that couldn't have been more than early high-school age. At the sight of Lynn and Rachel they looked at each other and then casually, almost two casually, returned to watching the movie.
The balcony had a low, oppressive ceiling, and after the girls got seated they found that it was also fairly stuffy and hot up there. The boys behind them, about two rows behind them, started whispering and Lynn leaned over to Rachel and said, "I wonder if they're virgins?" and giggled to herself at the brilliance of her wit.
Without looking around Rachel said, "They're too young to be anything but."
Lynn grunted and returned to the movie. However a few minutes later she turned around and looked at the boys. They were all looking at her, it seemed, and she smiled at them, which caused no end to their embarassment.
"They're sorta cute," Lynn whispered in Rachel's ear munching contentedly on her popcorn as she did so.
Rachel stole a glance behind her and said out of the side of her mouth, "If you dig choir boys...."
"Aw, com'on-they're not that young. Besides," Lynn explained, "It might be a kick."
"It might."
"So?"
Rachel looked at her, "So what do you suggest we do?"
"Well...." Lynn put a finger to her lips, then she quietly undid the buttons on her blouse. "Go ahead." She prompted Rachel to do the same and Rachel decided that it wouldn't hurt anything to play along since the balcony was fairly deserted and secluded and it was so very dark.
Rachel watched as Lynn casually unsnapped her jeans and began to slip them off so the boys behind her couldn't tell what she was doing. When she had them off she whispered for Rachel to do the same. Rachel struggled to get her tight pants off without attracting attention and finally she did it.
They both sat there for a few moments, entirely nude except for their unbuttoned shirts and the Lynn casually turned around and winked at the boys, letting them get a glimpse of one plump exposed breast and dark ripe nipple. At first the three boys looked scared, but when Rachel turned around and did the same thing they began to regain some of their self-confidence and there was some fierce whispering among them while they tried to decide how best to handle the situation.
Finally they got up, and with a great show of swaggering maturity they moved to seats directly behind the girls.
"What'da say?" said the small one, trying to keep the squeak from his voice.
Lynn smiled at him and said, "It's pretty hot up here."
They nodded in emphastic agreement-all of their eyes fastened on the exposed partions of the girl's breasts, unaware that there was more there for the seeing.
"Shore is," said the small one, deciding that he had been made official spokesman for the group.
Rachel spoke, "You three guys in school?"
"Nah," said the redhead of the group in a high pitched voice. "We're almost out."
"Almost?" Lynn asked.
"What...." the redhead shrugged and tried to keep his mind on the conversation and off the tip of Lynn's nipple peeking over the top of the chair.
"Well what?" Lynn prodded.
"Well," He shook himself to remember what they were talking about. "We gotta few more years left."
"Yeah," the small one agreed, nodding vigorously.
Lynn reached out and put her hand on the small guy's leg. He reacted by jumping visibly at her touch and then tried to relax and Ignore the hand on his thigh. He wasn't too successful because he began sweating profusely.
As Lynn's hand crept up his leg he tried to prentend that he didn't notice, but when she touched his crotch he jerked and said to her, "Hey! Whatcha doin'?"
Lynn smiled innocently at him and said, "Don't you like it?"
The other two watched avidly as the little guy squirmed in embarrassment. "Do it, babe!" the tall one spoke, his excitement overcoming his reticence.
Lynn grinned lecherously and unzipped the boy's pants. He didn't say a word, in face he hardly breathed She began to unbuckle his belt and Rachel spoke to the other two.
"Don't you two think it's rather warm in here?"
They nodded dumbly and she continued, "Well, why don't you make yourselves comfortable?"
The two boys looked at each other and then at their commde. Lynn had his pants down to his knees and was in the process of dragging his underpants down along with them. The sight of the boy's pink pounding cock inflamed something inside of Rachel and she said:
"Why don't you two get out of those hot pants and cool those lovely little balls of yours?"
Both boys looked at each other once again and then eagerly got out of their pants. Rachel watched with the eyes of a predator.
Lynn was gently stroking the little guy's trembling prick with her fingertips when Rachel tapped her on the arm and said, "Let's join them in the second row."
All three of the boys were naked from the waist down as the two girls rose and walked around the aisle. Their eyes nearly bulged out of their heads as they saw the two big juicy pussies coming toward them.
Lynn and Rachel both giggled at the sight of their three upright quivering cocks all in a row like posts of a wobbly picket fence. "God!" Lynn whispered under her breath, "it's paradise in the movie balcony."
Rachel snorted as she and Lynn knelt down in front of the boys and said, "I think my steak is a little rare."
The boys were for the most part awestruck, but when the two girls knelt down in front of them they seemed to snap from their trance and go into action. In a matter of seconds the girls had all they could handle just sucking on the three cocks.
The small guy decided that he wanted more direct action and jumped down on the floor next to Lynn, reaching for her succulent black pussy with one greedy little paw. Lynn turned to face him and they both rolled on the floor together, the little guy straining for entry as they struggled under the seats of the theatre.
The other two boys joined Rachel on the floor, positioning themselves on each side of her. Rachel, more than up to the situation, took a quivering cock in each hand and began squeezing them rhythmically while the two boys scrambled for a hand-hold on her meaty sweet thighs or her breasts, swaying with excitement.
Rachel's body jerked spasmodically as the redhead dug his finger into the rich juicy folds of her overworked and still pumping pussy-wavering walls of wild emotion washing through her heaving, heated body. So excited was she that for an instant she considered trying to get both cocks somehow up the fertile femininity crouching between her thighs like a hundry growling beast in the depths of a hairy jungle. The two boys were more than a little seared by the heat that Rachel was giving off and they hoped that she would release her painful deathgrip on their cocks so that they could get at the honeysucking softness of her twat.
Rachel, however, would not let go; not just yet. There was something sensuous inside her that made her keep a good healthy grip on the two boys' prides, squeezing and scratching as they squealed and clutched at her, undecided as to whether they were racked with pain or smothered with pleasure while knowing that they were set on enjoying whatever it would be. Their reactions to her pounding desires were based on the fact that they had never been with a woman before who had such a well-developed dependency on the carnival of carnal pleasures that the female organs could respond to. The high school girls were, to say the least, somewhat green and inexperienced, having no real basis for an exciting sexual understanding of the things that made their bodies click into a shuddering higher gear and swallow full grown men with a veracity of passion. The high school girls couldn't, by the very nature of their schooling, get involved with the higher nature of passion or desire because they were much too inhibited by the atmosphere that surrounded them and all of their contemporaries.
"What the hell is going on here?" A rough voice sounded in Rachel's heated ear. Looking up she found that a fat, hairy arm was reaching for her.
"Goddam kids!" The movie projectionist hurled Rachel against the wall and began breaking up the harmless orgy by brute force. "Goddam kids!" he repeated as everyone scrambled for clothes and cover. "Ain't youse got one shred of decency?"
"Wha?" said Rachel, dazed and uncomprehending.
"Get the fuck outa here before I call the cops on all of you!"
Everyone dashed toward the exit tugging on their clothes, their passions somewhat cooled by the brutality of the fat projectionist. Lynn grabbed Rachel by the arm as they raced down the stairs and headed her toward the back exit of the movie theatre.
As they dashed out into the cool night air Rachel's thoughts began to take on coherent shape again and she said, "Wha....what happened?"
Lynn paused for breath and said, "We were screwed out of a screw by a fat projectionist."
"Oh," Rachel said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What time is it?" Rachel asked as they walked away from the theatre.
"Two hairs past a freckle," said Lynn, looking wearily at her bare wrist.
Rachel snorted and looked in a store window." It's eleven thirty-five."
"Hooray."
"Let's go home."
"Home is where you hang your head," said Lynn. "We ought to be right on time if we walk." Rachel was all business.
Lynn sighed, "I feel drained of all emotion."
"We'll stop at a gas-station."
"Thank you." Lynn was also in a very agreeable mood, she was agreeable to anything.
"One of these days...." Rachel started righteously.
"It's night."
"One of these nights then," Rachel corrected, "I'm going to get laid and really enjoy it. I'm going to actually honest to God enjoy it."
Lynn laughed hoarsely. "What would you want to go and spoil a perfect record for?"
"It'd be worth it, just once." Rachel rubbed her aching crotch.
"I doubt it." said Lynn.
They walked in silence for a few moments down the near empty streets of the nighttime city. Midnight was fast approaching and people still out were all on their way home and not going anywhere else. It wasn't that the city folded at twelve o-clock, simply that everyone had gotten to where they would be staying by that time.
"Well," Lynn said, after a few moments, "Maybe you can seduce Will when we get home."
"He's hardly worth seducing," Rachel said.
"He's not that bad, he can be a lot of fun."
"Oh really? I haven't had that much fun as of yet." Rachel was in a horribly frustrated mood and she knew it and didn't really care.
It began to drizzle.
"It's raining," Lynn observed.
"No," Rachel said after due consideration, "it's just drizzling."
"Don't split hairs-water is falling from the skies."
"So it's a wet drizzle." Rachel was adamnant. "It isn't."
"It is."
"It isn't."
"Let's drop it," Rache said wearily. "As far as I'm concerned you never picked it up." Lynn was wet and tired. "Fuck you," Rachel said.
"That was cute."
Rachel was beginning to get irritated with Lynn." It wasn't cute?"
"No, it wasn't."
"That's good, I wasn't trying to be cute." Lynn frowned. "You succeeded."
It began to rain harder but the two girls didn't walk any faster, they just let it soak through their clothes and wash their bodies. Most of the water that struck them turned to steam immediately.
"My first bath this year," Rachel said.
"Mine too."
"Let's sleep in the rain tonight as a protest."
"What would we be protesting?" Lynn asked. "Sleeping inside."
"That doesn't sound too groovy to me." Rachel shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me if you're apathetic towards the world's problems."
"I'm not."
"Then why won't you sleep in the rain?" Rachel asked.
"I'd catch pneumonia and die. That's why."
"Good-a martyr for the cause."
Lynn laughed. "No thank you," she said, "find your own cause to die for."
"We might as well go home and get some sleep." Lynn yawned and the rain ran down her blouse.
"I guess a protest wouldn't be such a good idea after all," Rachel said.
"You'd be the only one doing the protesting."
"Coward."
By that time they had reached Will's apartment. They were soaked clean through. As Rachel wearily reached for the doorknob to eneter Will's apartment she heard from within the sound of a clock striking midnight.
"Just on time," she whispered to Lynn and pushed the door open.
The sight that met them as they entered was enough to do their lustful hearts good and warm their rain-chilled bodies. Will was squirming on the couch, his pants down around his knees, in the throes of a mighty orgasm. Little Marie was sucking mightily on his slippery cock as load after load of spew spurted into her warm mouth.
The two at the sofa didn't even look up, or, for that matter, even notice the two girls as they entered and closed the door behind them. The sight of such a salty situation taking place right before her drove Rachel right back into the aching depths of desire.
"OK...." Rachel said, beginning to strip off her soaked clothing. "Let's get in on some of the fun."
Lynn smiled and said, "You go ahead, I think I'll pass this time." She headed for the bathroom.
Rachel threw off the last of her clothing and jumped in. She began tearing at the bathrobe that Marie had on in an attempt to get to Marie's warming body. Marie jumped at Rachel's icy touch and pulled her lips away from Will's spurting cock to see who was touching her.
Will, who was still going off, groaned and shot the rest of his load all over Marie's face and hair.
"What do you think you're doing?" Marie screamed as Rachel grasped Marie's heavy breasts in her clammy grip, Rachel looked taken aback by the question and said, "Wha? What do you mean?"
"Who are you?" Marie pulled Rachel's hands away and added, "Leave me alone!"
Will, who was just beginning to enter the real world again, said uncertainly," What's going on here?" He saw Rachel and gasped, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Rachel frowned and said, "It's twelve o'clock."
"What does she mean by that?" Marie turned to Bill, jealousy darkening her eyes. Will tried to think. "I-I...."
"Who is this?" Marie asked him, pointing furiously at Rachel.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked politely.
"Shut up!" Marie told her vehemently. Then, turning back to Will, she said," You'd better start explaining, buster."
Will shrugged and said, "I don't know the chick from Adam."
"He can't tell boys from girls, he means," Rachel explained acidly, beginning to get fed up with the whole scene.
"You dirty bastard," Marie said levelly to Will.
"But, baby...." Will said, trying to take Marie's hand.
"You dirty bastard," she repeated and jumped to her feet.
"I agree," said Rachel agreeably. "Shut up!" Marie screamed at her. "Listen to me, Marie," Will pleaded, starting to rise to his feet.
"Oh no you don't," Rachel said, grabbing his cock and forcing him to sit back down.
"You dirty bastard," Marie said, heading for the door, belting the bathrobe about her.
"Marie! Wait!" Will shouted, unable to move.
"Let her go," Lynn said from the bathroom.
"Yeah, let her go." Rachel breathed and began lapping on his cock ardendy.
"You dirty bastard," Marie said and slammed the door behind her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Will watched Marie walk out with mixed feelings. He wanted to run and catch her and bring her back, but then again he didn't. He was more than willing just to sit there with Rachel happily licking his wet prick and let Marie be a bitch and run off into the night.
Rachel was having problems getting him excited again, because his mind wasn't really with it. She tickled and pinched him in an effort to get some reaction out of him but it didn't work too well. Rachel herself was already so excited that she could hardly stand it and so she frantically tried everything she knew to get his cock to stand up long enough for her to jump on it.
Will was thinking about the salad spoon again and getting angrier by the minute at the thought of Marie running out on him. He was almost oblivious of Rachel's frantic attentions, and, in fact, he lit a cigarette and had inhaled once before he realized that she was still trying to get some reactions from his numbed member.
He watched Rachel dispassionately as she licked and sucked his limp cock. He could feel the heat of her body against his legs and he found the whole situation somewhat ludicrous to say the least. It was just that things were moving too fast and his poor tired body had no chance to catch up with them. He supposed that this was his body's way of telling him that he was too tired to continue.
Much as he wanted to, he couldn't accept his body's estimation of the damage, He felt great, as if he had just taken a hot bath. It was so relaxing just to lie there and let a luscious female feverishly try to get him interested in what she was offering.
Will figured that Marie would cool off enough to talk in a couple of days. She had never been able to stay mad at him for any length of time before, and he saw no reason for this instance to be different. He would tell her straight out that she would have to be less jealous or else just call it quits and say goodbye.
He didn't really want to loose her but he didn't really see much future in continuing their relationship if she was going to fly off the handle at every little thing. The first thing that he would do when he saw her again would be introduce her to Lynn and Rachel. If the introduction went over well, he would take them all out to dinner and give them a chance to get better acquainted. With a little luck he could bring them home and get all three girls to get into bed with him-that would change Marie's views on other girls if nothing else did.
Of course it wouldn't be easy to get Marie into a bed with two other girls-he could see the problems that that would cause-but Will decided to cross that semantic bridge when he came to it-if he came to it. There was no telling what Marie would say in a few days when he saw her again, but he was hopeful that he would be able to handle anything that she threw at him and get her into a submissive mood once again-even after tonight's incident.
It would have been easier just to chuck the whole thing, but somehow that sort of solution didn't appeal to Will's sporting instincts. He believed that he could convince her to ignore the whole incident, and, more than that, accept the whole thing as a perfectly natural occurence. With a little luck, and a lot of careful conversation, he ought to be able to turn a potential disaster into a victory for whatever side he was on, in whatever battle he was fighting in the war between the sexes. Not that he in any way hated women-he had a decided preference for the gentler gentler. He had tried homosexuality once under very sorted circumstances and it really hadn't done that much for him. In fact, if anything, it gave him a definite mental block about being gay. He couldn't really see anything wrong in some other guy doing it if he really felt it was for him, but as for himself he couldn't see doing it. Besides, he never really had that much complaint with the general run of women as far as sex was concerned because he was fairly easily satisfied. This was also a decided disadvantage because he was easily stimulated again if he was in the proper mood. It used to cause him no end to the embarrassment he suffered while growing up because he was so easy to turn on. He remembered incidents on public buses where women kept rubbing against him what with the jerky motion of the bus through cobbled streets. This excited him after only a few blocks and, in most of the cases he could remember, if the woman or girl who was rubbing up against him didn't move away after four or five blocks, he lost control and had an orgasm right there in front of everyone. Will could laugh about it now as he remembered it, but then it had been a very traumatic experience. Not that it had warped him sexually in any way, except that maybe it dimmed his views on nudism to the extent that he couldn't even consider trying it. All in all he considered himself thoroughly normal as far as his sex-life was concerned.
Suddenly he realized that Rachel's attentions were beginning to tell on him: his magnificent member was slowly beginning to rise to meet her foam-flecked lips. Will could almost feel the blood pouring into the chambers of his cock and his poor aching balls begin to fashion a load to be sent pulsing through into whatever happened to lay beyond.
When Rachel saw the result of her steady wet attentions, she increased her activity with a fervor that would have spoken well of a zealous Quaker. Her thighs ached terribly for the feel of his straight bulging shaft burrowing its way into her flesh and she moaned softly.
Will made no effort to do anything for her, she had done enough for herself and anything else would simply be cream on the strawberries. He lay back and casually finished his cigarette while her tongue sent his pulse racing in weary delight and desire.
With a small cry she jumped to her feet and leaped spread-eagled onto his lap. His slippery cock slid up into her honey-dripping box like a guided missle going through a cloudbank. Rachel began jumping up and down, frantically jamming his monstrous member deeper and deeper with each successive blow. Her long fingernails dug into the muscles of his shoulders and she whined like a fire engine from her masterful exotic exertions of passion.
Rachel went off almost immediately; Will could feel the warm flood grow inside her and flow down across his hairy thighs. Her actions were so vicious and wild that she almost fell off his lap and onto the floor. Her orgasm stopped but she still kept going with all her original energy. It didn't matter to Will because he hadn't shot his load yet and knew it would take a while before he could.
Faster and faster she went, like a giant spread-eagled pneumatic drdl straddling his lap. He couldn't have stopped her if he wanted to.
Again an orgasm tore at the muscles of her body and this time Will's prolific prick was ready for her. As soon as he felt her jerk in spasms of pleasure, his cock began to pump hot surging semen into her pussy. Together they practically bathed each other in love-juice.
Sighing, Rachel offered up a silent prayer of thanks.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Marie stormed out of Will's apartment she was so angry that she couldn't even think straight. By the time her thoughts reorganized themselves enough, she was standing in the pouring rain clothed only in a short terry-cloth bathrobe. This served only to make her angrier.
She knew that she couldn't go back to Will's apartment to get her clothes or money; her pride wouldn't allow her to go that far. Besides, she figured that by now he was engaged in a hot struggled with the naked bitch who had appeared so conveniently out of thin air.
Looking about hte deserted street Marie decided that the wisest thing to do would be to leave her car here for the night and walk home. Luckily she lived only ten or eleven blocks away and it wouldn't be that bad of a walk.
Clutching the bathrobe tightly about her, she resolutely set out in the direction of her home. The rain hadn't let up one bit since she had stepped outside, in fact, it had gotten worse and was quickly flooding the meager city gutters with rushing torrents of water.
After five blocks of walking in the freezing downpour, Marie realized that she had misjudged the distance to her home: it was more like fifteen blocks than ten. She hesitated for a minute, almost ready to turn back and face Will rather than walk the rest of the way to her place. Also there was the fact that if her parents were still up she would, have a mouthfull of explaining to do and she didn't really feel up to it after what she had gone through.
Finally she decided to go home as she had previously decided and thought the hell with her parents'. She was too cold to stand around all night worrying about what they would do when she came in in the middle of the night soaking wet and half naked. Marie smiled at the thought of the impression it would make on her straight laced parents.
As she walked, her thoughts kept running in circles around what had just happened to her at Will's apartment. It wasn't that she was a prude or anything like that: she jus didn't dig orgies. She never had been able to make love properly to a man if there was anyone else about or even nearby. The very thought made her slightly light-headed. Even when very young, she had been a bug on privacy, she didn't like other people nosing into her private life, or her private thoughts. Men were such strange people anyway, all odd bulges and hair, always wanting a girl to do things to them that they considered exciting, but in reality were only perverted. Marie was all for sex, she even joyed it occasionally, but she couldn't see why men made it such a gi gantlc part of their lives, like it was all there was to do. And the way they went about it; like greedy little boys looking at a dirty magazine under the front porch with a flashlight-leering and grinning as they sat on the bed next to a chick and frantically undoing their clothes as if the girl were going to run away if they didn't get undressed and start humping her as fast as they could. They never considered that the woman might like to do things casually, work up to the bed slowly. It just seemed to Marie that Will laid her more because he felt that she owed it to him than because he really wanted to. And she didn't owe him anything, at least not that way. It just took most of the fun out of fucking to do it so matter of factly. Sometimes she felt that all his grunts and moans were all just faked for her benefit, as if his passion had been painted on in water-colour in a very light shade of pink. Marie knew that she wasn't perfect in bed-she never claimed to be, but at least when she got into bed with a man she was as sincere as she could be. True, sometimes she didn't always feel up to it because she was tired or for some other reason, but when she went to bed with him on those occasions she always told him so first. It never deterred him any, he just plowed through like she hadn't said anything at all. Will reminded her a lot, looks-wise, of the first boy she had gone to bed with. It had been a horrible experience, not at all what she had expected after all the glorious buildup she had gotten from the guy. Sam, that was his name: Sam, with a capital "S" for stupid. He was really the most innocent, sexwise, boy she had ever known and ever wanted to know. The first time for her had been a total failure. For one thing it had been in the back seat of a 1946 Ford convertible and it had been terribly uncomfortable. The back seat had definitely not been built with the purpose of serving as a bed in mind. The fact that Sam had parked the car on a dark spooky lane that night didn't do anything" to calm her already-tense nerves. Fumbling all the way, Sam had gotten her dress off finally and she had shivered for ten minutes while he neatly folded it and hung it over the back of the front seat. Marie grinned when she remembered how nervous she had been; she was so scared at the time of being hurt that she was bone dry when he finally got around to trying to penetrate her. Like a true klutz he had gone and had forced his way in inspite of her protests. Marie could still remember the excruicating pain that had accompanied his entry. And the blood, God, she must've gushed buckets of it all over his brand new upholstery. He deserved it. When he saw that she was fouling up his beautiful car he jumped up and starting, of course. Poor Sam, he almost had hysterics-he summoned up more emotion about the stained car seat than he had during the whole time he was screwing her. And that was how she had lost her precious virginity, no pomp, no circumstance, just a blood-stained car seat and an angry boyfriend.
The rain was beginning to let up some by the time she had walked ten blocks and she stopped for a few minutes to rest under a huge pink stone arch. The water dribbled out of the cracks in the pillars supporting the arch and where the pillars joined the arch the stone sculpting was cracked, pitted and eroded with the onslaught of age, with too many rains. The paint was faded and even chipped completely off in some places.
The two gigantic pillars reminded Marie of cocks and she smiled slightly to herself. She hated to admit it but she was hungry for a man. Surprisingly enough, she decided that the man didn't have to be Will, any man would do-any man at all.
Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning around fearfully she found herself face to face with a fat cop swinging a nightstick lazily.
"What's the matter, missy?" He grunted, giving her the once over with his beady cop eyes.
Marie smiled hesitantly at him and said, "Uh....nothing."
Eyeing her again he asked, "You on your way home?"
"Yeah."
"I'd better escort you there then," he stated stupidly.
"Why, thank you officer," Marie smiled up coyly at him, thinking that, after all, he was a man under that ugly blue uniform and that was what she was looking for.
"Doya liff far frum here?" he asked gutturally. "Nah," she answered, descending to the vernacular. "Wotcha doin' out so late?" He scuffed on the sidewalk with his great cloddy feet. "Jus'walkin "round."
"That ken be purty dang'drus fer a nice lookin' chickie lak you."
"Oh, really?" Marie asked innocently. "Sho'nuff."
The conversation was getting ridiculous and Marie knew it, but she had never seduced a man before and she wasn't sure how to go about it so she was just playing it by ear. She knew that he wanted it and he knew that she wanted it but they just couldn't get together enough to get it.
"Urg...."he said.
"What was that?" Marie asked, cocking an ear in his direction.
"Urg," he repeated. "Urg?"
"Yes, Urg," he said stupidly.
"What does that mean?" Marie asked sensuously.
The rain began to' fall again, in buckets, in a gushing torrent of wet flooding chilling drops bigger than a full grown peanut shell and smaller than a breadbox. The skies opened up and screamed down upon Marie and the cop. Thunder and lighting strove to dominate the sky with their coarse brutality and the whining of the rooftops grew to a constant pitch in their rain-pierced ears. Groaning, growling and tumbling it fell from the sky, it streamed and it poured. Cats and dogs ran into the shelter of a thousand doorways and under a thousand trash cans and garbage pails.
"Getting pretty bad out, isn't it?" said the cop.
"Yes," said Marie. Her robe was clinging wetly to her body and the cop's great droopy eyes hungrily took in every curve and bulge her body offered.
"Let's pull in here and get out of it for a second," the policeman suggested, shoving her gently into the open maw of a building-sheltered alley-way.
At least it was dry inside the alley, even if the floor was littered with whiskey bottles and overturned trash cans. The smell of rotting garbage wafted gently across her nostrils and Marie retched involuntarily at the smell.
"Well...." the fat officer of the law said, rubbing his palms together obscenely and grinning at her, "This is more like it."
"This is more like what?" Marie asked, looking around for some hint.
"Don't mess around," the cop admonished her, "I ain't got time to play games all night."
"Oh?" said Marie coyly.
The cop began to unbuckle his big cop belt. "You know what I'm talkin' about." His pants dropped down around his ankles and Marie watched as he tugged to his underpants and his great greasy cock popped into view.
"Turn around," he ordered. She turned her back to him. "Bend over."
She leaned over and put her hands on her knees, not knowing yet knowing what to expect.
He flipped her bathrobe up and exposed her plump shiny ass. "Spread 'em," he said curtly.
She spread her legs apart and waited with a growing sense of excitement. Suddenly she felt him sliding into her, his masterful member plunging into the depths of her cunt. He began working it in and out and Marie just stood there and let it happen, not really knowing what else to do under the circumstances.
The cop went off with a shudder almost immediately, it did almost nothing for Marie. Grunting with satisfacuon he pulled his cock out and wiped it off on her robe. Then he pulled up his pants and belted them again.
Marie straightened up and turned around to him. She was about to say something scatching to him but was stopped by the fact that he smiled and put a five in her hand.
"Thanks, chickie," he said, turning around and walking away.
Marie looked down at the five dollar bill in her hand and shrugged. She was too dumbfounded to say anything. She realized with a start that she had just been mistaken for a pro.
As she walked out of the alley she thought that at least he wasn't a crooked cop and turned her in to the vice squad. She wouldn't had a devil of a time explaining that to her parents.
She hailed a passing cab, figuring that she could put her hard earned money to some good practical use.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The cabdriver was a polite little man of about forty who immediately started sweating when Marie climbed into the back seat of his cab. She told him where she was going and he turned around and gave her a sickly grin, nodding his head in agreement with her choice, it seemed.
Marie settled back in her wet bathrobe and tried to get comfortable-it wasn't easy. The rain wasn't letting up any and the driver was going slow so he wouldn't run into anything along the way.
After about fifteen minutes Marie realized that no matter how slow he was going it couldn't take him this long to get to her home. She tried to look out of the window and see if she recognized the street but the rain obscured their vision almost completely and she found out nothing.
Leaning forward in her seat Marie tapped the cabbie on the shoulder. "Hey," she said, "I said Fourteenth and Vine. Where are you going?"
Leaning forward in her seat Marie tapped the cabbie on the shoulder. "Hey," she said, "I said Fourteenth and Vine. Where are you going?"
The cabbie halted for a red light and turned to her with the same sickly smile. "I thought you might like to take the scenic route home." He shrugged. "I ain't got the meter running so it ain't no sweat."
"Scenic?" Marie said, "I can't see anything but this goddam rain. What the hell are you talking about?" The cab moved on and the cabbie turned back to his driving, following an apparently aimless route.
"There's plenty t'see," he explained without turning around to her.
"Where?" Marie asked.
"You just gotta know where to look, that's all." He turned down an alley, a dead-end alley. "That's all." The car came to a stop.
As the cabbie turned to her, Marie suddenly caught on. "Oh god," she said, "You too? I'm not a pro."
"Great," he said lecherously, "I like amateurs even better, y'know?"
"But ... "Marie began.
"How much for a quickie?" he asked, climbing over the seat ungracefully.
"What the hell," Marie said, more to herself. "The going rate tonight is five." She smiled weakly at him as he hauled out his wallet.
"Five," he repeated, laying the bill on the back of the front seat and beginning to undo his pants.
Marie undid her bathrobe and let it fall open for him. He stared greedily at her soft pink breasts capped with solid brown nipples, already swelling with excitement. Marie spread her plump thighs so he could get a better look at the soft nest of black fur hidden between her legs.
Drooling, he kicked off his pants and then leaned over and began licking her pussy and her hard stomach with his wide wet tongue. Marie just sat there, doing nothing to either aid or hinder him.
He grabbed her thighs and spread them apart even further so he could get his tongue into her crack. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away.
"That's extra," she stated calmly.
He shrugged and began caressing her taut nipples. Much as she enjoyed it, she once again pulled his hands away and told him that that was extra too.
Marie rolled over on her hands and knees with her ass in the air facing him and said, "Just slip it in and shoot your wad, that's wall."
"You're the boss," he mumbled and began to mount her. It was a rather difficult position because he was jammed against the roof of the car.
With all his grunting and sweating it took him only about ten seconds to go off. Marie could feel him jumping and pulsating inside her.
He squeezed her flanks together for one final heave and then pulled hs spent cock away. The entire episode had done nothing for Marie but make her more man-hungry and even more excited than she had been earlier.
The cabbie put his pants back on and once again crawled back over the seat. Marie belted her worn bathrobe and told him to take her home as she picked up the five dollar bill and put it with the other.
The cabbie dropped her off right at her front door and he promised to call her on slow nights. Marie gave him her phone number without thinking.
As she slipped into the house she realized that she could quit her secretary job anytime she wished and still make plenty of money hustling. Or she could keep the job and make a little extra on the side.
She quietly crept upstairs and into her room. The man-fever inside her and not yet subsided and it made her jumpy and not the least bit sleepy.
She took a shower in an effort to cool down but it didn't help because the shower faucet reminded her a huge droopy cock. As she was drying herself with a pink towel she tried to think of something to do.
Still nude she went in and laid down on her magnificent four-poster bed. The upright walnut posts of the bed with their ball ornaments on top reminded her of cocks and she couldn't relax at all.
"Why not?' she thought, stroking one of the bedposts as if it were a prick. It was a little too large but she figured that she could make it fit.
Excitedly, she stood up on the springy mattress and carefully straddled the bedpost experimentally. Her warm cunt was already juicy and she gave it a small poke with the bedpost to see if it would fit.
It did, but just barely....It felt like the biggest cock in the world as Marie carefully lowered herself down onto the bedpost head.
Marie began to work it slowly up and down, bouncing on the mattress. The sweat began to pour from her heating body and she clutched her rigid breasts.
The pace of her pumping grew to a frantic crescendo as she rammed the walnut bedpost deeper and deeper. She was panting and moaning with the pleasure-pain.
Suddenly she went off, her orgasm enveloped her senses completely and her whole body went rigid on the post. Maybe it wasn't a real man's cock but at that moment Marie could not have told the difference.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Luscious," Lynn said, stepping out of the bathroom clothed only in a towel. She watched Rachel shakily climb off of Will's wet lap.
"Hi, Lynn," Rachel said wearily.
"Hi yourself, did you save any for me?"
Rachel grinned. "Nope. First come first serve."
Lynn laughed and looked at Will. He had his eyes closed and was practically already alseep-he was that worn out from the day's exertions.
Rachel lit a cigarette as Lynn went over and sat down on the couch. It was getting late and both girls were also tired from the day.
"Well," Lynn said with a sigh, "I'm about ready to hit the sack, how about you?"
Rachel shrugged and said, "I believe a little sleep wouldn't do any harm."
"Good," said Lynn, rising and heading in the direction of the bedroom.
"What about him?" Rachel said, inclining her head toward Will's inert form.
Lynn turned in the doorway and said, "The hell with him, let him sleep there."
Nodding in agreement Rachel, rose and followed Lynn into the bedroom, yawning on the way in. Lynn was already beneath the covers.
The phone rang. Lynn jumped out of bed and answered it. It was Marie and she wanted to speak to Will.
Lynn beckoned for Rachel to come over and listen to the conversation. Marie was talking a mile a minute and most of it was obscenity directed at Rachel and Lynn.
Both girls giggled as they listened to Marie's furor over two girls being at her fiance's apartment in the middle of the night. She said that she had almost accepted the fact of one being there but two was too much.
Marie talked on and on and Lynn winked at Rachel and took the phone and began rubbing it against her crotch. Marie paused for a minute and then, deciding that it was only static or a bad connection, continued.
The girls were going into silent giggle-orgies over this and Lynn got bolder yet and tried to shove the phone up her wide open twat. Rachel thought this halirious because Marie kept talking right through the whole thing.
Lynn, however, had forgotten about Marie and was growing more and more excited as she rammed the telephone receiver into the honeyed depths of her pussy: her senses raging out of control. Lynn began to increase her feverish pace, feeling an orgasm of note coming on.
On the other end of the line Marie suddenly stopped her diatribe and listened carefully. She tried to decide what all the strange sounds were.
When Lynn went off Marie thought she heard the oc ean pounding on the shore, and, knowing that whatever it was 'it wasn't what she wanted to hear, she hung up. She missed Lynn's grunt of satisfaction.
By the time Lynn had hung up the phone and fallen back on the bed in exhaustion, Rachel was in hysterics. It was the funniest conversation she had ever heard.
Lynn lay back panting, with her eyes tight shut. She was very glad Marie had called.
"That looked like fun," Rachel said when she had regained control of herself.
Rachel laughed. "I imagine you do. I wonder what she thought of it?"
Lynn was idly playing with her dripping pussy-gently massaging its moist pink lips. "Maybe she enjoyed it."
"Yeah." Rachel licked her lips and looked at Lynn's pulsing twat.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to be charged with sexual electricity. The very fibres of the walls gave off a kind of sensual radiance.
Rachel casually began caressing Lynn's sweaty thigh. Lynn didn't say anything but took her own hand away from her pussy and yawned luxiouriously.
Taking the cue, Rachel began to caress Lynn's furry twat gently. She pinched at the hairs and teased the tiny pink clitoris inside.
Lynn closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side in obvious enjoyment. Rachel's finger began to dig deeper into the folds of her pussy.
Lynn's wet box began pulsing with excitement as Rachel's caresses grew more heated in nature. Lynn began squirming around the big bed.
Now it was Rachel's turn to feel the hot surging of desire in her luscious loins. She buried her head between Lynn's lazy thighs with a passion.
Rachel's rude sucking drove Lynn to even higher levels of excitement. Her clitoris swelled and swelled until it was the size of a mutated grape.
Nibbling for all she was worth, Rachel felt Lynn's clit go rock hard. She rasped her tongue across it and thrilled as Lynn reacted body.
In agitated passion Lynn grasped the back of Rachel's head and began driving her hips against it. Rachel took this in stride and sucked eagerly.
Rachel's chin dug deep into Lynn's sopping pussy and she felt as if Lynn were trying to swallow her alive. If she was, she was more that willing.
The pace of Lynn's pumping increased as her excitement increased. Her legs kicked high in the air and her ankles wobbled like they were made of water.
With unerring aim, Rachel drove three rock-hard fingers up into Lynn's tight asshole. Lynn shivered in sensuous anal enjoyment of the move.
Lynn's whole body went rigid in a paralysis of passion and she closed her thighs around Rachel's head. All Rachel could do was hold her breath.
As wave after wave of hot sticky juice flowed out of Lynn's pounding twat, Rachel prayed that Lynn would be done before she drowned. The sensation was exciting but more than a little bit painful.
Lynn stopped and Rachel jerked her head away, gulping free, fresh air, Lynn just lay there, quietly moaning and rubbing her nipples.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The sun rose casually, almost as if it didn't really want to come up at all. It barely lit the dawn and most of the land was still in shadow when Rachel woke and went over to the window to look out. It was the kind of day to stay in on, to lay around the house and do silly little things that had absolutely no importance whatsoever. Television was a good time killer, it would be a good idea to watch television on a day like this and hope that you could watch enough shows to fill the time until night fell and the day was over.
Rachel stretched luxuriously and watched the early morning people doing early morning things in the street below. She stood stark naked in the large window and watched as all sorts of people scurried for their jobs, trying to make it on time for the first coffee break of the day. It was like watching a freak show in a circus or a bad movie where you didn't know how the plot would ever come to any definite conclusion and somehow didn't really care. There wasn't really any reason to care, no one in the street below even bothered to look up to see the luscious piece of ass hanging out of a window directly above their hatted heads. It was as if she didn't even exist at all.
Not that it bothered Rachel one bit. She liked the feel of the warm morning on her unclothed body and the way the wind tugged at her soft pussy. It was stimulating and in some ways exciting. If no one looked up to see her, then it was their loss and not hers, she was happy just standing there and letting nature turn her on.
The city growled and turned over in its sleep. It was indeed morning. Rachel smiled as she saw the streetlights go off and the flow of traffic from the suburbs began to increase in volume. It was as if someone had opened the gates at an automobile factory and all the cars had escaped in one mad dash for freedom into the hot prison of the city.
Shops began to open their doors to the public and displays were set out on the sidewalks to catch the attention of the passing public. Shoe stores set out shoes and jewelry stores set out the rings in their windows that they had taken out the night before so no one would be tempted to steal anything while the shop was closed.
It was like a movie, Rachel thought to herself, that never ended, only subsided at certain times. She wondered what it would be like to be one of the people down in the street scurrying for work in clean clothes. Rachel had never been much of a person for working at nine to five jobs or doing anything conventional. She always did what she felt like doing when she felt like doing it. Things always seemed to be so much more fun that way than planning every move you were going to make for the whole day and then going through it like a zombie.
Maybe it was good for some people to have organization in their lives but it wasn't good for Rachel. It wasn't exciting to have your life all planned out like a timetable or a bus schedule, it just made things too dull for her. There were times when she liked to plan ahead for some things, but she never planned too far ahead because if she did she would probably forget it by the time she got to it anyway, and then she might as well've not wasted the time planning in the first place.
Gradually Rachel realized that someone had noticed her after all. Directly below her a little man in a derby was staring up at her in obvious appreciation of her wealthy juicy endowments. Rachel looked down at him and smiled. He smiled back and gave her the finger, more as a question than an insult and Rachel realized it.
Rachel motioned for him to wait there, to which he eagerly agreed, and went to the closet and slipped into a raincoat. She made her way out of the apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby.
The little man was waiting for her there with a huge greedy grin on his face. He looked like a perfect copy of the bank clerk who absconds with the bank's money after fifteen years of faithful.
He came up to her and whispered," How 'bout it?"
Rachel laughed and said, "OK, come on up to my apartment and well have a go."
"No, no," the little man said, "I've got to be in work in twenty minutes."
"That doesn't give us much time," Rachel said, toying with the buttons on her raincoat, giving the sweaty little man a peek of what lay beneath.
"No, no," he said, "It doesn't."
Rachel took him by the hand and led him down the hall of the apartment budding and said, "Well, let's see what we can do about it."
The little man followed her eagerly, his pants bulging with excitement. "Where we going?" he asked as she led him down the basement stairs.
"Here we are," she said, opening the door to the deserted laundry room and ushering him inside and then closing the door behind her.
Rachel pushed the little man up against one of the walls and began nibbling at his left ear to get his motor running. He had a good ignition and his engine turned over almost at once-she could feel his rigid prick pressing against her stomach through all their clothing.
He made some feeble attempts to return her passionate kisses but he was evidently too awed by the whole situation to make more than a limp try. She kissed him soundly and let her hands roam down to the zipper of his pants.
He jumped nervously as she undid the zipper and reached in and pulled out his pounding member. She could feel the blood rushing into his prick at a glorious rate and his thigh muscles tightening convulsively.
She stroked his cock to rocky readiness and he fumbled at the snaps on her raincoat. The raincoat wasn't very hard to undo but he was so nervous that he spent a good ten minutes getting it open all the way.
Rachel thought he was going to faint when he looked at her succulent young body. She hoped that his heart would bear up under the strain.
However, he got hold of himself enough to begin sucking and nibbling at her youthful nipples. Then, realizing it was getting late, he pulled his lips away and began jockeying for a position to slip his cock into her waiting and thorough' anticipating hot pussy.
Rachel got on her toes and jumped down on his cock, sliding it all the way into her heating box. The little man moaned in joyous fervor and she began jumping up and down like a jack in the box in heat.
Faster and faster she jumped and he pumped until he went off with a nervous explosion inside her. She could feel his member battering the walls of her cunt, spitting semen right and left in convulsive spasms. It felt good but it didn't really take her anywhere.
The little man finished quickly and, glancing at his wristwatch, zipped up his fly and was gone. Rachel stood there dripping, frustrated, and unthanked.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lynn woke and the first thing that she realized upon waking was that Rachel was not in the room. She didn't worry about it, she just figured that Rachel had gotten up earlier and was in the kitchen getting something to fill the hole in her stomach she always said she had.
She got out of bed and shook the sleep out of her eyes. For a minute she couldn't remember where she was and then she saw the city through the open bedroom window and it all came back to her in a flash. She often had memory battles with herself in the mornings.
Still nude, she made her way out of the bedroom and toward the bathroom. On her way there she passed Will who was still sleeping in the same position they had left him in the night before, with his bathrobe open and head thrown back and his cock hanging limp down between his legs. Lynn almost laughed out loud at the pitiful sight he made.
As she washed, she wondered where Rachel had gotten off to. She wasn't in the kitchen as she had expected her to be but then Rachel seldom did things that people expected her to do. She was contrary as hell and knew it. Rachel and Lynn had hit it off right from the start.
The first time the two girls had met had been at a party given by a mutual acquaintance. They had both gotten pretty drunk and before the night was through the had both laid every man there. When they had gone through all of the men they had turned to each other, though neither of them were lesbians, and had made love again.
It had been Lynn's first experience in bisexuality and she had dug it tremendously. They got to be great friends and began going places and doing things together. They had rented an apartment in Reno together and had paid the landlord by blowing him and any of his friends whenever they had wanted it. Lynn didn't mind at all, it had given her a taste for cocks and she grew to like it very much.
The two girls had drifted around to a lot of different cities together just doing whatever came into their heads to do, which was usually pretty wild. Rachel was more of a nymphomaniac than Lynn and usually more daring when it came to different types of sex.
They had been hiking through the desert to Vegas one time and they couldn't get a ride, so Rachel had taken off her blouse and when she waved her tits at the next car to come by, it stopped. Of course they both had to lay into Vegas and had told them some people to look up for room and board.
The people he mentioned were real winners. They gave Lynn and Rachel free room and board all right but the two girls had to keep twelve men satisfied between them every day. They didn't stick around there too long.
They had both done a stag film in Vegas for this photographer fellow. They needed the money and all they had to do was make love with these two guys for a half an hour each. It wasn't too bad because the guys were very good lovers but the photographer had wanted to get in on the fun and he had been a bummer.
Then they had fallen in with a lesbian, a real butch, who had wanted to beat them both into submission every day. Rachel didn't dig that scene very much so they had split after a few days and had hit the road.
Lynn had been horny, really horny once when they were hitchiking through a farm district. They had seen an old work horse on the side of the road at one farm and Rachel had begun kidding Lynn about how good a prick that size would feel.
They got to joking around and Rachel had bet Lynn that Lynn couldn't screw the horse. Just looking at a cock that size had started the juices running for Lynn so she took her up on it and climbed the fence to the pasture.
At first the horse had shied away from her and she had to run after it to catch it. When she got it to stand still she tried to pacify it by talking gently to it. It was an old horse and very tame so she wasn't really scared of it.
The horse had started licking her arm where she had spilled maple syrup on it earlier that morning and that gave Lynn an idea. They left the horse there for the time being and had cut across the fields to a farm house. It was hard to steal a bottle of syrup from the kitchen but they finally managed.
Making their way back to the pasture where the horse was, Lynn told Rachel why she wanted the syrup. Rachel had laughed at the idea but was willing to see if it would work on Lynn. Lynn was too frustrated to care.
Back at the field Lynn got out of her clothes and had poured syrup all over herself, especially her breasts. It felt funny but it had also felt vaguely sexy.
Then Lynn had approached the horse again. To her delight he had begun licking the syrup off of her with his huge wet tongue. It turned her on so bad she almost had an orgasm right there and then.
Lynn was in a state of nervous frsutration by the time the horse had finished the syrup and her entire body was as slippery as an eel. Rachel watched avidly as Lynn rubbed herself sensuously against the horses flanks.
Lynn tried to get the horse to lick her flaming cunt some more but they were out of syrup and he really wasn't too interested in it. He did nuzzle it some and that sent Lynn further into the depths of desires.
It took Lynn ten minutes to get the horse to roll over on it side and lay down so she could get to his cock but she finally managed to do it. The horse didn't seem to mind her attentions at all for he was gentle as rain.
Ignoring the flies and fleas, Lynn began sucking at the huge animal prick as if it were the only cock in the world. It was enmorous when it was limp but when it began to swell under Lynn's ministrations it assumed proportions so gigantic that it drove Lynn into a frenzy.
Rachel cheered her on from the fence but Lynn was so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't even hear her. She rubbed her nipples against the horse's prick and thrilled at its great steely length.
Suddenly it seemed that Lynn could contain her desire no longer. She jumped astraddle the horse's stomach and began working the pounding prick slowly into her aching cunt.
Lynn had an orgasm almost as soon as she got the head of the cock into her pink walled delight, but she kept going when the pleasure subsided and drove the member all the way in. Rachel thought it was going to split Lynn right down the middle but somehow it didn't.
Lynn had two more orgasms before the horse went off. The horse's muscular spasms were so ferocious that the first three spurts knocked her completely off the horse's stomach and onto the ground. She just lay there and let the semen shoot against her chest and drip down her heaving stomach.
Rachel never would make a bet with her after that.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Marie woke feeling very relaxed. At first she didn't know why, and, thinking back over the events of the evening before, she still couldn't figure out why. She had been pretty pissed when she had called Will to apologize and a girl had answered-another girl.
Then something had gone wrong with the phone and she hadn't gotten a chance to speak to Will at all. She should have been feeling pretty miserable about the whole thing but somehow she couldn't bring herself down about it. Not this morning, not any morning any more.
She realized that she felt great because she didn't feel guilty about letting those two men screw her on the way home last night. In fact, she even would have enjoyed it if they had thought of her a little.
As she got up and dressed she decided that she would spend the entire day glorying in her new found promiscuity. It would be fun she decided, and later on she could worry about her relationship with Will.
She put on a short skirt and a sweater and then looked at herself in the mirror. Changing her mind, she undressed and got rid of her panties and bra and just wore the skirt and sweater and pumps. When she looked at herself again she found that her nipples stood out nicely beneath the sweater.
Marie checked the length of the skirt by sitting down on the bed facing the mirror and crossing her legs. Nothing showed, but when she uncrossed them she had a nice view of her firm, meaty twat.
Deciding that she was dressed well enough to turn on any man with normal desires as long as she played her cards right, she went downstairs for breakfast. It was a sunny morning and she was feeling good.
Her mother had already left for work by the time she reached the breakfast table and her father was sitting over a cup of coffee reading the morning papers. He was a distinguished looking man of fifty and was beginning to get a bit of a stomach from too much good living.
He hardly looked up as she sat down and began to plow into her eggs. They seldom talked, they never had: her father almost a stranger to her.
As she ate, she noticed that he was sneaking a look at her over his paper. Marie pretended not to notice, but she kept an eye on him and he did it again. She recognized the look immediately; it was lust.
Trying to appear casual she took a deep breath and expanded her chest, making her nipples stand out clearly under the light knit of her sweater. She had big breasts in the first place and when he saw her do this, he began perspiring.
Marie smiled to herself and got up from the table. He tried to look involved in his newspaper as she sat down on the couch a few feet away and picked up a magazine. Marie had her legs crossed and was watching him closely As soon as she noticed that he was looking at her she uncrossed her legs and casually spread her thighs apart slightly. She could almost hear the blood rushing into his paternal prick and making it rigid.
Marie, appearing to be engrossed in the magazine she was reading, slowly lifted one leg and hooked her heeel on the edge of the sofa. It left nothing at all for him to imagine and he almost dropped his paper.
He could see her sweet pussy lips smiling at him through a jungle of dark hair and creamy thighs. Coughing slightly he rose and went over and sat next to her on the sofa. Marie looked up from her magazine at him.
"Marie," he said, sweating profusely, "I'd like to talk to you." He casually laid his hand on her thigh, pretending to be fatherly, and Marie pretended she didn't notice it.
"Yes, Dad?" She smiled innocently.
"Well," He was frantically searching about for something of import to talk about. "It's about-ah-well-you."
"What about me?" Marie lifted her leg a little, causing his hand to slide a few inches toward her crotch.
He was having difficulty keeping his mind on the conversation. "We-ah-don't get a chance to talk much, and-ah-I don't want you to feel that I'm neglecting you or I'm not interested in what you're doing."
"Oh, you don't neglect me," Marie said. She felt his hand slide under her dress until it was just barely touching the hair covering her delectable honey dip. "Not at all."
He started to say something but she turned to him. The movement drove his hand hard up against her warm eager twat. "Ulp," he managed.
Not knowing what else to do, he began stroking the soft downy lusciousness of her awakening cunt. He tried not to look at Marie as he did it because he really didn't know how to handle the situation.
His massaging began to get stronger and Marie began to respond by gently moving her hips. He gradually began to realize that she was enjoying what he was doing and that only served to increase his passion.
Marie gave herself to her desire and fell back on the sofa. Her short skirt flew up around her waist and exposed the soft mound of favored flesh between her thighs. Her father sucked in his breath sharply.
Marie hooked one leg over the back of the couch and put the other one on his shoulder, drawing his head down toward her pusing pussy. She wanted it and she wanted it bad.
Not waiting for him to reach her, she lifted her cunt to meet his face and rammed it against hs lips with the violence of real passion. He responded in kind by jamming his somewhat grecian jaw deep into her lovely honeybox and sucking on the pink pearl of a clit resting there, there.
His attentions, plus the fact that he was her father, drove Marie to the brink of emotion and she tumbled over into a long hot orgasm, drenching his face and shirt front in love juice. He wasn't, however, cognizant of the fact. He wasn't even aware that he was in his own sofa.
Marie's pussy bubbled delightedly as he pulled his lips away and she began moaning for more. Rising to the occasion, he began to undo his pants. He began jerking off her sweater and Marie just lay there and let him.
Naked, except for her shoes, Marie watched as her father began sucking mightily on her big brown nipples. She moaned and squirmed beneath his heavy body and he turned into a roaring oven full of desire.
Suddenly he was in her, pumping and snorting like a stallion on a mare. They both went off together and their juices ran down and mingled, making a terrible mess on her mother's beautiful new couch.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
As Rachel left the laundry room, she buttoned up her raincoat once again and decided that what she needed to help her cool off was a nice long walk. She thought of going back upstairs for her clothes but decided against it because she didn't want to wake up anyone.
She stepped out into the street and turned left-it seemed to her then that left was the best way to go. There weren't many people out because most of them were at work already and the ones that weren't working were still sleeping because no one in their right mind would get up this early if they didn't have to be somewhere at a certain time.
Rachel got a few odd stares at her bare feet and raincoat but mostly the people of the city were used to seeing young girls, especially in Frisco, dressed in all sorts of strange clothing and junk. Besides, she felt good walking along the street in nothing but a raincoat.
She stopped to read the headlines on the morning papers and found the news depressing, so she walked on. It was going to turn into a lovely day after all, she realized and she knew that her original estimation on the state of the day had been wrong, She had been fooled.
The sun broke through the cloudbanks and the whole street lit up like a christmas tree before her. The people around her all reached into their pockets to draw out sunglasses and put them on but Rachel thought that the sun was groovy and liked the feel of it.
She walked and walked until she found that she had run out of the downtown district and she was walking through a residental district. Stately poplars -lined the carefully tended lawns and the cars in the driveways were always the latest model and shiny new.
She had been brought up in a part of Chicago just like the one she was walking through and she knew the type of people who lived in districts such as these. They would all be just like her parents and that meant that they would be self-indulgent hypocrites. She was certain of it.
Her mother and father had been just dandy as parents-when they had time for her. Usually they were at the country club getting very drunk with their alcoholic friends or they were off making it with someone else's spouse.
As a child Rachel had walked in on her mother laying so many men that by the time she was sixteen the novelty had worn off and it didn't even disturb her to see it. Her mother was very young and was very beautiful to boot.
Rachel could remember times when she was thirteen and fourteen when her mother would lay three or four men before her father got home from work. Any man who stepped into that house usually had a more than fair chance of making Rachel's mother.
In high school, during her sophomore year, Rachel had been flunking math and the teacher had been a man. When Rachel told her mother she might fail math her mother had gone down to school with her and Rachel had stood and watched while her mother had convinced the math teacher to give her a better grade by getting down on her knees and sucking him off. Rachel got good grades.
However the math teacher had made Rachel suck him off at least twice a week after classes from then on but Rachel took it in stride. She didn't even bother telling her mother about it.
Her father wasn't much better. He drank a lot more than her mother and Rachel had caught him twice in bed with two of her best friends from high school. Not that it really mattered because she was getting laid almost once a day at that time.
Rachel remembered throwing a party once at her house and inviting a lot of her school friends over. Her parents had stuck around to supposedly supervise the proceedings but before the party was over her mother had laid every boy at the party and some were starting to go back for seconds. Her father got so drunk that he actually screwed her mother without knowing it. He very seldom screwed her at all.
Rachel laughed as she remembered how stupid her parents were. They had lived very well, like the people in the section she was walking through, and they had always made a point of showing up in church.
Snorting, Rachel kicked at a clump of grass with her bare feet and tried to figure out if one had to be stupid to acquire material possessions or was it just the way things worked out. She didn't know but she hoped to find out some day from someone who had a lot of bread.
Will did well for himself but he wasn't rich by any stretch of the imagination. Still, he did make a lot of money and was terribly stupid. This seemed to prove her theory-at least Rachel thought it did.
Rachel stopped at a mailbox. It was wrought iron and weighed down with curliques, and read the name painted on it. She wondered what the people who lived there were like. Were they really all like her parents? Rachel decided to find out.
She went up to the front door and rang the doorbell twice. The door was opened by a chick in a blue nightdress who appeared to be about twenty-five. She was blond and very well built to say the least.
At first Rachel started to turn away, thinking she would try some other doors until she found a man home, but something in the girl's eyes made her change her mind. She wasn't the least sure of how she was going to get into the house but decided to give it a good stab.
"Hello. Is your husband home?" Rachel asked polite ly "Why no," the girl said, her figure tantalizing beneath the revealing gown. "He just left for work."
"Oh," Rachel said, pretending to be disappointed.
"Can I help you?" the blonde said, taking the cue.
"Well," Rachel began," he said he would see if he could find me a job at the place he worked and he would tell me about it this morning."
Realizing that they were standing on the front porch, the blonde invited Rachel in. The house was well furnished and they went into the living room.
He didn't mention anything about it to me," the blonde said. "Can I take your coat?"
"No thank you," Rachel said, sitting down. "I won't stay long."
"I'm sorry he's not here, I wish I could help." The blonde didn't sound the least bit sincere.
"You couldn't do anything," Rachel said, trying to sound forlorn.
"Oh, I don't know." The blonde moved closer. "Tell me about it and we'll see.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Rachel and the blonde chatted for a long time. The blonde got up and made some coffee and they sat and chatted and this gave Rachel a chance to size the other girl up. From what she could tell by the way the blonde was eyeing her, it looked like a good bet to try and make her.
Finding out that the blonde was dissatisfied with her husband was easy to do. It was a class case of middle class blues and Rachel recognized it immediately, having been brought up looking at it.
The blonde was bored with her humdrum married life, and she was bored with her husband. Not that he wasn't any good in bed, it was just that her sex drive demanded some variety in her bed partners occasionally. Rachel let her talk-it was the easiest thing to do since she herself didn't have anything to say that would have been of interest to the blonde.
It seemed that the blonde had been sampling the men in the neighborhood lately and had found that, in most cases, she had enjoyed it immensely. She hadn't told her husband about these encounters but she didn't think it would make much difference to him anyway because she knew he was stepping out on her all the time with someone else.
Rachel told her that it was only fair for a woman to have some fun; men had no corner on the market. It was just what the blonde wanted to hear and she moved closer to Rachel so that their thighs were pressed together.
Rachel was beginning to warm to the task of seducing the blonde and listened quietly to the tale of woe she spun. It wasn't the least bit original but at least it was predictable and it made Rachel more sure of herself.
The blonde told how she had found her husband and one of her best friends, ex-friend, in bed together at a party. Her husband had been properly embarrassed but he continued seeing the girl. This bothered the blonde a lot at first, but gradually she realized that if he could do it then so could she, and she set about doing it.
Her first seduction about eight months ago, had been a dismal flop. She hadn't achieved orgasm and the guy had been terribly shy and withdrawn.
However, undaunted by one failure, she had tried a few other men and found that they worked out very well. Usually it was just anyone she found, or anyone that came to the door including the usual list of repairmen, postmen, milkmen, and all of those types. It was fun for a while but then she began to get more choosey about who she laid.
One week she laid only young boys in their early teens. That was more of an initiation ceremony than any thing else because most of the boys knew either very little about sex, or were out and out virgins.
The next week she tried only men she could pick up in the various bars about the city. They were mostly pretty weird and a few of them left pretty weird bruises on different parts of her anatomy.
One week she tried older men. That was pretty interesting but usually also pretty frustrating. Not that they didn't know anything about sex-they just didn't care to go to all the bother of satisfying the woman after they were done. She usually got pretty sore at these types.
She even tried women, the blonde confessed, shyly. Rachel asked her how she liked it and the blonde said it had been fun and more than a little bit interesting. She confessed also that she liked a good hot woman occasionally just for a bit of a real change in bed partners.
Rachel smiled inwardly to herself at this line of reasoning. It was a normal woman's justification of lesbianism. She knew it well.
The blonde asked Rachel to stay for lunch and Rachel agreed to do so since she really hadn't anything else to do. She hadn't anything else to do for the rest of her life but she didn't tell the blonde that.
The blonde was horny-Rachel could tell that easily enough by the way she kept flouting her body and caressing herself casually when she thought that no one was looking. Rachel asked her if she was expecting anybody and the blonde protested vehemently that she wasn't.
At the table the blonde kept rubbing her foot against Rachel's bare leg. Rachel pretended not to notice and they continued their conversation.
Finally the pressure got too much for the blonde and she began to get bolder and bolder. Her bare foot crept up between Rachel's hot little thighs and dup deeper and deeper toward the sweetness of her cunt.
Abandoning most of the pretext, Rachel slumped down in her chair and drove the blonde's sweaty foot hard up against her pulsing twat. The blonde responded eagerly, her eyes glowing greedily as she worked her toes into Rachel's moist opening and began wiggling them.
The conversation died completely and Rachel rolled her head back and shut her eyes to the probing foot kicking into her. She moaned softly.
The blonde drove half the length of her delicate foot into the warm wet depths of Rachel's pride and joy with unabandoned relish, practically falling off her chair in an effort to drive her foot in.
Suddenly the blonde did fall off of her chair and the fall jerked her foot out of Rachel violently. Rachel jumped at the pain and fell off of her chair.
In a flash the blonde was all over her, ripping her coat off and laughing in delight when she found that Rachel was wearing nothing underneath it but a layer of sweat. Her hand immediately found it's way into Rachel's waiting, honey-dripping pussy and she began to massage the beating clit.
Rachel got into the swing of things by ripping the blonde's blue nightgown all the way down. Then she buried her head in the blonde's magnificent breasts and began teasing the nipples to rigidity.
Panting and grunting they rolled across the kitchen floor and somehow managed to swing around in a bastardized 69 position. They each moaned as individual tongues found individual clits and then probed deeper.
Tiny waves of hotness flashed through Rachel's tormented and tormenting body, driving her nearer and nearer to the height of nervous emotion. Her body felt as if someone was throwing red-hot butter knives into it.
Rachel went off first but the blonde was not far behind. Together they coughed and sputtered their passion. The kitchen tiles became slippery with spilled desire.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Will awoke with an erection. He found he was lying on the couch, well, actually hall-sitting, naked except for an open bath robe. He felt weary but good. Casually he reached out and stroked his rigid member.
With a start he sat up and looked at the clock-too late, he'd already missed work. He decided that it wouldn't be worth going in now, he'd just call in sick and let it go at that if he could.
He heard sounds in the bathroom and stood up and went over to the door and looked in. Lynn was standing nude in front of the mirror combing her long blonde hair with one of his clothes brushes.
"Good morning," she said without looking at him.
"Yeah, why didn't you wake me in time for work?"
"I just got up myself," she said, turning to him.
"Oh well," she said, "what the hell?"
"What's for breakfast?" Lynn asked.
Will grinned and pointed down to his erect penis. "How about that?"
Lynn looked at his pink pulsing cock and said, "That'll do for an appetizer, but what about the main course?"
"I'm sure we could find something else."
"Do you have any friends nearby?" Lynn asked.
Will looked puzzled. "What for?"
"I could eat two or three of those and still be hungry." Lynn laughed.
Will smiled, "I oughta take you up on that offer and see what you do."
Lynn went back to combing her hair and said, "Just try me."
"Ok," Will said, reaching for the phone, "I will."
He dialed a number and spoke for a few minutes and then dialed two others. When he turned back to her he was smiling broadly, very broadly indeed.
"I've got three horny bachelors coming over within a half an hour," he said smuggly. "Now what are you going to do?"
Lynn brushed past him and headed for the bedroom, saying, "Call me when they come."
Will laughed and sat down on the sofa to wait for his friends to arrive. He felt relaxed and good, even though Marie had stormed out the night before in a fit of feminine temper and hadn't called him yet.
He didn't really care whether she called back or nothe was through worrying about what she would think if he had some fun occasionally. It made his head straighter to take a firm stand once and for all and he knew that this he would stick to his guns.
Marie would have to make up with him-he was through crawling to her on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness when he had only done what was natural for him to do. He was tired of making excuses for the type of person he was-he knew he wouldn't ever change.
It was always hard for a woman to accept the fact that a man was the way he was because that was the way he wanted to be. They liked him for what he was but somehow they always wanted to change that and make him into a completely different person, more like themselves.
Change was all right and everyone was hung on it, but change for no good reason was as senseless as not changing at all. If a person tried to fit everyone's description of what the perfect person should be like, there would be a total destruction of character and one would turn into a total blah.
Deciding that it was best for a man to be himself was always hard for a woman to do. She had to be shown by example and by repetition and, if the woman could take it, it usually had to be pounded into her head. Long before that could be done, however, most women got disgusted and ran out in a fit of temper or for some other reason.
Will didn't mind settling down a little bit, but too much of it would drive him insane. He had to be doing things and he had to be doing them all the time, he was that kind of person. If he got stuck in a rut it usually made him grow irritable and tired with life.
As far as responsibility was concerned, he was willing to accept his share but he drew the line at going too far out of his way unless some sort of renumeration were involved. It was the only really reasonably way to handle that type of situation, cold as it sounded.
Will liked things to move at a lively pace, he had no patience at all. Whenever he wanted to do something he wanted to do it right away with no if, ands or buts involved. It was a character trait he had grown accustomed to and, good or bad, it was probably here to stay.
The doorbell rang and Will jumped up and tied his bathrobe around himself. It was Jack, one of the guys he had called and he was rarin' to go.
Jack was a tall football player with a crew-cut and light blue eyes. His body absolutely rippled with well placed muscles and good health. Will had known him for about a year.
Will told him the deal and Jack was naturally all for it-he grinned eagerly. Will wanted to see if Lynn would be good to her word.
They sat and talked for a few minutes when the doorbell rang again and Will went to open it. Jim and Bob arrived together and they came in spreading good cheer and a lowerful amount of horniness.
Then Will led all three of them into the bedroom where Lynn was. She was lying on the bed nude reading a magazine and drinking a glass of milk. She looked up expectantly when they entered and smiled.
"Are these the studs?" she asked Will.
"Yep," Will nodded, more to himself than anyone else. "Think you can handle all of us."
"Lynn shrugged, "No sweat."
"I rather prefer sweat," Bob said.
Lynn looked at him piercingly and said levelly, "This is not a time for levity."
Bob shrugged and Will said, "How do you warn it?"
"Just because I said I'll take it," Lynn said, doesn't necessarily mean I want it."
Will tossed off his bathrobe and said, "Well, in any case, you're gonna get it." He turned to the others, "Get your tilings off and pile on."
The other three guys were frantically tearing off their clothes, eager to get into the game and try their luck with Lynn. They got out of their things in about ten seconds flat and were bouncing merrily across the room after Lynn, their cocks pointing the way.
They all cornered her and she threw her hands up. "I give up," she said laughing heartily. Her eyes shown greedily as she watched the four beautiful pricks trembling before her.
Lynn dropped to her knees in front of them and they moved closer. She began teasing each cock in turn like a seal in the circus playing a melody on a set of horns. Desire well up inside her like a great bloated elephant and squashed all of her other feelings.
Gradually all the guys dropped down to the floor with her and thighs flashed every which way as things began to get hotter and hotter. Lynn felt that she was completely surrounded by cocks and balls, for she was and they were all trying to find a point of entry.
Bob somehow got beneath her and she felt him slide his great prick up into the velvety fur of her pussy. Moaning, she clutched Will's cock with both hands and began squeezing it in a spasmotic rhythm.
Jack found that he could force his massive member into her loosened asshole and he did with a viciousness that momentarily stunned her senses. She started to cry out but found that as soon as she opened her mouth Jim jammed his juicy penis down her throat and began working it in and out.
They all began pumping and driving themselves into her and she felt like a sensual sardine. Her body jerked spasmodically and she had one orgasm. Then Will went off all over her breasts, and she had another as Jack went off up her sweet pink ass.
Before she could catch her breath Bob was going off inside her and she was joining him in another nerve-shattering sweed of emotion. She started moaning but Jim filled her mouth with an ocean of spew.
As they began to disengage themselves and roll off of her, she had yet another orgasm.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Marie walked down the street with a predatory gleam in her eye. Her brief episode with her father had been just that: brief. It left her feeling even hornier and ready to take on any and all comers.
She was having sex with every man she met in her imagination. Controlling her desires somewhat, she went into a supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes. She had run out the night before and needed some.
She strolled through the store looking for the cigarette counter and came across a boy in the back packing crates of tomatoes. When she asked him where the cigarette counter was he blushed and didn't answer, her right away. He couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen but Marie dug him and decided that he would be a good conquest.
He pointed her to the cigarette counter and she stalled, trying to think of some dodge to get him into the storeroom with her. He started to turn back to his packing but she grabbed his arm and asked if he had any empty cardboard boxes back in the storeroom that he could let her have.
Pulling his arm away he thought for a moment and then said that maybe he could find something. Marie could tell he was enamored by the fact that she was talking to him and she decided that she would play her advantage to the hilt.
She followed him back into the dark storeroom that smelled of lettuce and canned goods. He searched through the discarded boxes for one the right size while Marie looked around to see if there was anyone else about who might interfere with her plans at the crucial moment.
There wasn't anyone in sight, so Marie softly touched him on the shoulder and asked him if he had found anything yet. Blushing, he turned and held up a small box and asked if that would do or not.
"It's a beautiful box," Marie said throatily, "But can I show you the kind I mean?" The boy nodded, puzzled.
Marie unsnapped her skirt and let it fall down around her ankles. "That's the kind of box I was talking about."
The boy turned about twenty shades of red and began sweating. He started to say something but found that the words stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"Wouldn't you like to see what's inside this box?" Marie crooned, swaying her hips rhythmically.
The boy nodded dumbly and Marie took his hand and put it against her soft pussy.
"Go on," she prompted, "dig in."
Swallowing with difficulty, the boy followed her instructions and timidly poked a finger into her hungry cunt. The boy's shyness only served to excite Marie more than if he had been very experienced.
"Com' on." she prodded, "put some muscle behind i or you'll never find out what's inside."
Sweating profusely he jammed his finger deep into her honey-walled hot box and began working it in and out.
"Yeah, baby," Marie said softly. "You got it."
She began to undo his pants while he jerkily played with her pounding clit. His cock was pink and pulsing as Marie dropped his pants to the floor.
She pulled his hand away and dropped to her knees in front of him and began sucking on his beautifully shaded balls with the fervor of desire pounding the blood through her veins. She caressed the top of his penis an( played with his balls until he moaned with excitement.
No longer able to contain herself, she began sucking on his steely prick and nibbling at it with her teeth. Little did she realize that her attack had been too passionate for he shot his load almost immediately.
Marie did her best to hide her disappointment am tried to gulp down the hot semen surging into her throat His eyes were closed and his muscles were in a paralysis of passion she didn't share.
She left him sitting in a dazed condition in the storeroom and straightened her clothes. As she walked out of the store she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to buy a pack of cigarettes while she was in there. Shrugging, she walked on. Smoking was dangerous anyway.
It was getting close to noon and Marie realized that she was pretty hungry, not having eaten at all that day. She didn't count the liberal helping of semen she had just gotten as good healthy food.
She turned into a nice restaurant and took a booth in the back. The waitress came over to her after a few minutes and she ordered a seafood platter with a side order of oysters. Marie didn't really like oysters but she figured that a few wouldn't hurt.
The food was good and while she was eating she noticed a young businessman a few booths away eyeing her. She returned his gaze frankly and raised him a smile. He smiled and Marie turned back to her food, her insides seething with frustrated passion and desire.
The young man kept looking over at her every few minutes, and finally Marie made a move and motioned for him to join her at her table. He accepted eagerly and they introduced each other and began to chat.
The young man told her that he was a lawyer who had just opened an office in the downtown district. He said that hs business opportunities were many and he described a few of them to her.
Marie noted the way his clothes fitted him so nicely and the fact that he looked to be all firmly packed muscle underneath his casual exterior. She decided that he would give her a fairer shake than the stockboy had done. He also looked at bit more experienced.
Trying not to sound too eager Marie, asked him if he had time for a stroll in the city park before he got back to work in his spanking new office. He was more than willing to accompany her to the park-not that it surprised Marie very much-it just made her feel more secure.
The park was only a short distance away from the restaurant and so they strolled over slowly, immersed in conversation. Marie was aching to get inside his impeccably tailored pants and at his dick.
They walked around the park for a few minutes, in no general direction. Marie, however, was not walking aimlessly, she was searching for a secluded spot where they could bed down in some fashion unmolested.
In a short time she found just the place. It was under an ornamental bridge and well concealed by bushes on either side. Now her problem was to get him down there with her long enough to make him stay for a while.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Marie stopped on the ornamental bridge and leaned over the side, a faraway look on her face, trying to decided what to do. It came to her in an instant and it sounded like a marvelously simply plan.
Casually she undid her watchband and 'accidentally' let it slip off her wrist and down into the bushes underneath the bridge. Then she put on a big show of concern over the fact that she'd dropped it.
He was, of course, all knight in shiny armor and offered to retrieve it for her. She gave him a cock and bull story about it belonging to her grandmother and how she couldn't bear to lose it since it had sentimental value. Actually, the watch had been given to her by her mother only a week before and she had at least a dozen more like it.
Marie followed him down and ducked under the bridge on the pertext of looking for her watch. She heard him shout triumphantly that he had found it and he dashed under the bridge to tell her to stop looking because he had found it.
It was cool and dark under the bridge with the bushes cloding it off on both sides, almost like a little cave in the middle of the city. When he came bursting in Marie was lying on her back on the ground watching him.
He blinked a few times because of the darkness and, when he saw her, he got down on his knees and handed her the watch, saying that he'd found it. Marie smiled and said that there was a reward attached to finding her watch and began to unbutton her sweater with quick sure hands, what was happening. "Don't you want a reward?" Marie asked, pulling open her sweater and flashing her huge white breasts at him seductively.
"I believe I do, now that you mention it," he said and began to take off his suit coat.
"That's more like it." Marie sat up and pulled her sweater completely off. She wriggled closer to him and helped him get out of his shirt.
Rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest she unbuckled his belt and undid the snap on his pants. He groaned as she undid the zipper on his pants and opened them up. Then she undid his shoe laces and pulled both shoes off at the same time.
Pulling them by the cuffs she got his pants completely off and then reached for his underpants, her passion raging out of control inside her steamy body. She tore his underwear trying to get them off but neither of them even so much as noticed the fact.
Barely keeping herself under control she knelt up and jerked off her short skirt in one desperate movement. He gasped and his eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of her fat juicy pussy staring him right in the face, dripping with a mixture of love-juice and desire.
She leaped upon him with a small cry and buried her head in his flaming crotch, her tongue darting in and out of every nook and cranny there was to be found there. She sucked and sucked on his balls until he moaned in pleasure. Marie was insensed, she was half crazy with desire and she felt like she could swallow his entire cock and balls and still find room for whatever else he had.
Taking the head of his prick in her mouth, she bit on it and poked her tongue into the little hole on the tip as fas as she could get it in, which wasn't too very far but which drove him mad. She book a ball in each hand and ran her fingernails across their surfaces, plucking at the hairs covering them and squeezing with all the force she dared use. He groaned, this time in pain.
His reaction didn't put Marie off one bit, if anything she increased her pace until he was frantically tugging at her hair, trying to pull her mouth away before he came. She got the message and pulled away, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
Now it was his turn and he knew it. He pushed her roughly over on her back and clutched at her breasts with steel-hard fingers. She jumped and wrapped her legs about his waist but he forced them apart and began sucking at her furnace of a cunt, throwing more coal on the fire.
He spread the lips of her twat apart with his hands and held them there while he dug his nose and lips into the depths of her treasure. Marie kicked her legs in the air and bruised her feet against the rough stone underside of the bridge above, forgetting where she was in her desire.
He sucked on the fat white ball of her clitoris until it was throbbing insanely and she thought that it was going to burst if he kept it up. But he did keep it up and the clitoris didn't burst: it just drove her higher and higher onto a peak of passion.
Groaning and heaving, she tried to pull his head away so she could get him to penetrate her. He responded roughly by grasping her sore breasts again and pinching the nipples mercilessly with his nails.
Marie fought and kicked him in the stomach and they rolled over against the bushes and she grabbed hold of his pounding penis. He dug the fingers of one hand into her crotch and then squeezed mightily.
They jumped and squirmed and bit and fought each other, using their individual passions as a battering ram to break down the other. Out they rolled into the sunlight but neither of the two noticed it at all for that was the moment that the lawyer chose to ram his mighty member deep into her pussy with a cry like a knight slawying a dragon on the edge of the enchanted black forest.
Their hips smashed against each other and pounded their protesting muscles into a submissive silence. Panting and huffing they were completely oblivious to the fact that quite a number of people had gathered about to watch their energetic copulation.
Suddenly they were both there at the same time and there was a great hush in the air as his cum exploded from her pussy in a gigantic overload, flowing and spurting out onto the grass, all the passersby either sighed a deep sympathetic sigh or applauded.
It was then that they both realized that they were under scrutiny by about twenty interested onlookers. They both jumped to their feet in embarassment and dash for their clothing, putting it on as best they could.
As they ran off, weak and laughing, Marie looked back and saw that the crowd was dispersing. They stopped to try to decide where to go. The lawyer didn't feel like returning to work.
Marie said that she knew a place and told him to come with her and they'd have a great time. She intended to take the guy over to Will's with her and lay the lawyer right in front of Will's smug face.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"That was nice," the blonde commented as she helped Rachel to her feet.
"Wasn't it though?" Rachel said.
"Would you like to wash up a little?" the blonde asked in an odd voice.
Rachel nodded and picked up her raincoat off the kitchen floor. She followed the blonde's directions to the bathroom and washed the psychic scars off of her battle worn body with a damp cloth.
While she was washing Rachel wondered what Lynn was up to back at Will's apartment, if she was up to anything at all. Knowing Lynn, Rachel was sure that it was something interesting if it was she wanted to get in on it. They shared most everything they got.
Rachel combed out her long dark hair and tried to remember where she had met Lynn. She couldn't so she just shrugged and went on combing.
It had been a long time since she had eaten, so Rachel decided that she would search around the blonde's kitchen for something scrumptous. She left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen where the blonde was sitting at the self-same kitchen table having a cup of coffee.
Rachel asked if she could have something to eat and the blonde waved her hand at the refrigerator and told her she could have anything she could find in it. Rachel opened the freezer door and found some pork roast already sliced and thought that a sandwich sounded like just the thing she was looking for to eat.
She spent ten fruitless minutes searching for the mustard and ended up using mayonnaise and a slice of American cheese. She didn't like American cheese but considered it her patriotic duty to eat it and like it. It was a good sandwich in spite of it.
Walking into the front room with her newly made sandwich and a tall glass of milk, she sat down on the red sofa and began leafing through the recent issues of some of the better news magazines. There were an ungodly amount of nudist mags about the house and Rachel wondered if the blonde and her husband were nudists or what.
Reminding herself to ask the blonde about it later, she took a look at some of the hairier publications and found that the photographs were very enticing, especially those of the nude men. One mag she picked up was a real jewel, it had almost everything in it.
Fascinated, she leafed through it carefully, not wanting to miss any of the pictures. They were very well done and they were all depicting a seduction scene. It was groovy because the man in it had an erection through most of the photos and they showed it when ever possible.
As Rachel turned the pages she grew more and more excited by the photography. Ten pages were covered with various angle shots of cunnilingus and fellatio being performed by the two participants. Nawing hungrily on her pork sandwich, she turned the pages quicker.
Rachel had never seen a magazine quite as frank as the one she was reading. It aroused her desire and she began caressing herself absent-mindely. The entire magazine was absolutely filled with photos.
Forgetting her carefully prepared food she began playing with herself in earnest. She spread her moist thighs apart and shoved two fingers up into her twat, leaving her other hand free to turn the pages.
She came to one particularly enticing picture of the couple struggling in a very good position, at least it looked like a very good position from what she could see of it, and that was quite a lot. She could almost put herself in the girl's place and feel and feel the man's cock inside her twisting and spurting like an angry snake.
Her fingers were working feverishly to drive her plump clitoris into excitation. A small moan escaped her lips and she dropped her magazine to the floor and laid her head back on the sofa.
She set about her task in earnest then, tensing her thigh muscles spasmoticalfy and working her fingers like blood-filled pistons in and out of the chamber of her pussy. With her other hand she rubbed her taut nipples until they sang with pure and hard desire.
The blonde walked into the room just as Rachel was having her orgasm and panting in six-eights time on the red sofa. She said nothing but just sort of hung back and watched the whole spectacle.
Rachel finally pulled her dripping fingers out of her crack and rolled back on the cushions with a sigh of relief. It felt good to be able to go the route without needing anyone else. It made her feel self-sufficient and that was what Rachel wanted to feel.
Not that she didn't already feel self sufficient-she just liked to assure herself of the fact occasionally so the next time she tried it she could be sure of everything working out fine. Masturbation was frowned upon by many people but Rachel found it most invigorating and usually a good way to kill some time.
The blonde coughed slightly to let Rachel know that she was in the room and watching the proceedings with more than a bipartisan interest. This fact bothered Rachel not at all, she was used to someone watching her whenever she had sex or did any thing of the sort. It was a perfectly normal desire and there was nothing wrong with it as far as she could see. Occasionally she enjoyed a little privacy but she didn't usually have to worry about that because Lynn had a fetish for it and only sometimes let her watch.
The blonde was more embarrassed than Rachel was, which seemed a little odd under the circumstances. It wasn't hard to see if you understood the type of family that people like the blonde usually came from.
Rachel stood up and put on her raincoat. She had decided that she would return to Will's pad and see what was happening with Lynn.
She asked the blonde is she wanted to come along to a party and the blonde accepted eagerly. Straightening their clothes, they left the house and headed in the direction of Will's apartment.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The sun began falling toward dusk, slowly arching in the direction of the western hemisphere with an eerie whistling noise that signified the imminent approach of evening and the fact that factory whistles were indeed shrill and could, if all blown together, split apart the sky and leave it hanging by tiny thumbtack stars. It was quitting time and quitting time in the city was usually a time of jubilation and weariness, aches and smiles.
Workers trudged homeward carrying parcels and packages of all shapes and sizes, all descriptions and angles. Sweaters and jacket were slung over individuals' shoulders because they were too hot to wear.
Secretaries plodded down the streets, grateful that their day was over and they could go home, take a bath, and comb their knotted hair. The callouses on their fingers were hard to wash off but they all tried.
Bank clerks walked primly down the stone steps of their individual monoliths, cringing between giant stone lions who guarded the doors but never growled. The time locks in the vaults closed tumblers and at least for one more night the money was reasonably safe.
Traffic began to crowd the streets as the parking lots emptied for the day and bored attendants collected ticket stubs. Now no one wanted a place to park, they were all looking for a place to leave from.
The timid motorists began to turn on their lights, just to be sure that no one ran into their as yet unpaid for cars. It seemed as if the whole population of the city was evacuating in a vast orderly procession. Bumper to bumper they drove on to their neat suburban homes tucked into neat suburban tracts with pretty suburban wives waiting for them at the door with a very dry martini and very dry eyes over the fact that their husbands had worked all day in a very dry office and wanted more than one stinking martini to quench the thirst that had been budding all day.
Many of the men stopped off at a convenient or favorite bar on the way home from work and got their fill of good alcohol before they had to face their wives and that one small martini with an olive in it to hold them until dinner was prepared and set out on a linen covered table.
No one could reasonably say how much alchol was consumed between the hours of five and six every day, but if an exact tally were taken it would probably be just short of astronomical. The older generation was indeed thoughfully and aptly dubbed the Alcoholic Generation.
Usually all the husbands were too tired when they got home to come anywhere near satisfying their wives bed-wise and so for every glass of alchohol consumed there was at least one frustrated wife "on the loose all day while her husband was at the office dryly concentrating on the problems that faced the businessman's peace and security. It was a vicious circle, as everything eventually is anyway, and they were all caught up in it and played their roles to the hilt, with a dexterity that was at most very dull.
Some wives took out their frustration by beating their lovely little spoiled children to cringing submissiveness. Others dove into a bottle of Scotch or something vaguely reminiscent of Scotch and drowned themselves in the oblivion that that brought. A few were total bitches-more than a few if they were counted and brought to kangaroo court.
Generally the more irritable a wife became the more short tempered a husband got. Many times if the steam wasn't let out of these giant pressurized communities, there was a rash of divorces and multiple murders where one mate went berserk and killed and mutilated an entire family and then went gibbering insane forever.
The most violent crimes are usually crimes of passion and they are generally connected in some way with frustration. Sigmund Freud reared his ugly head and it seemed that sex was the motivation for most everything a suburban couple did, from empying a greasy garbage pail to throwing a wife-swapping party with their neighbors on Saturday night-it all had one guiding motivation.
This was the city that Marie and the lawyer strolled through on their way to Will's fun packed apartment. The air was warm and scented with a million stories and the layers of sound drifted down around their heads like a sonic wreath.
They paused for a moment under one apartment house window to watch a young married couple who had found an interesting position and were unabashedly trying it out. The soft sounds of lovemaking drifted down through the open window and Marie found the whole episode very thrilling, she wondered if it affected the lawyer at her side in the same fashion.
They watched people hurry by them, trying to make it home in time for a luscious supper of left-overs and warm coffee. Marie promised herself that no matter what happened she would not fall into that rut and slowly grow old wondering what fun was.
The sky looked as if it couldn't decide whether it wanted to rain or clear up for evening. Marie didn't care much either way she was feeling pretty good and she was determined to stay that way no matter what happened or tried to interfere with it in some way.
The day had gone quickly for Marie; she could hardly believe that it was approaching evening already. It felt as if she had just risen to find it growing dark. A strange sense of time distortion over came her.
To be lost in the great jungle of time was one thing, but to start having hallucinations in the jungle was a horse of a different color. There were times when Marie felt that she hadn't risen at all.
She shrugged it off. At this time it was really the least important thing on her mind. Maybe she should lay off the benzedrine. The young lawyer at her side didn't say much, he just smiled a lot and left her to her own thoughts. Marie liked it that way and didn't even bother to try and strike up a conversation with him.
Slowly they approached the building that Will's apartment rested in. Marie hoped that Will was there .so she could show him he wasn't the only one who could have some extra curicular fun.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Lynn moaned and rolled over in her sleep. She had fallen asleep not long after noon and the four guys had gone into the kitchen to play cards. Drifting dreamily, she entered the world of dreams.
In her dream she was climbing a great long oak tree stark naked. The bark of the tree scraped against her nipples and crotch and made her excited. When she got to the top there were no branches because the top had been burned off by a forest fire that had only burned along the crest of the forest.
High overhead she could see long pink vultures circling in a morbid fascination with her pink nude body. She tried to cover herself with her hands but it didn't work and she just sat there as the vultures got closer and closer. Their eyes glowed from some strange inner light and it frightened her terribly.
Suddenly a gaint falcon came bursting through the vultures and carried her away by her hair. Strangely enough, it didn't even hurt. She could see the city far below her and it seemed like the entire countryside was deserted.
The sky, however was full of circling birds and they all seemed bent on taking her away from the falcon. She dodged their clutching talons frantically while the falcon fought them off with his steely beak.
They arrived at a cave entrance set high into a cliff and the falcon let her off there and flew away. She stood there shivering for a few moments and then decided she would explore the dark cave in front of her.
As she walked inside she realized that there was a strange smell in the air that she couldn't quite place. Deeper and deeper she went into the depths of the earth and it grew darker and darker.
A great black creature rose up out of the darkness and blocked her path to the rest of the cavern. She wasn't really frightened of it because it looked like a gigantic black penis but she didn't know how to get around it. She tried to squeeze past it but it only moved and nearly crushed her against the wall.
Finally she decided that the only way to get past it was to climb up it and over it. She started climbing up the ladder to the top that miraculously appeared for her. It seemed like a terribly long climb and as she got higher and higher the beast turned from black to pink.
Now there was no mistaking it at all; it was a giant prick and she was clawing her way to the top. When she got to its head she began kissing it passionately and trying to crawl down into the opening at the tip. She managed to squeeze into it just as she heard a monster-sized rumbling beneath her.
The whole cock quivered and shot her into the air, violently surrounding her with semen. The semen was filled with thousands of tiny tadpole like creatures who kept crawling up into her cunt and wiggling. She shot out of the mountain and began to fall through the air absolutely covered with semen.
She bounced when she hit the ground and landed in a water-melon patch about four miles away. Realizing that she was starving, she began to naw on one particularly ripe looking melon only to have it turn into a giant hairy ball beneath her. She looked around and found that all of the watermelons had turned into balls.
The watermelons all grew arms and legs and began to walk toward her doing the goose step. Lynn backed up in horror as the watermelons all grew eyes and teeth around their eyes that clicked and gnashed as they march toward her.
Romantic it was not. Lynn screamed and dashed out of the patch just in time to run into her mother who was on her way to the market carrying a basket of snakes. Lynn screamed again and kicked her mother in the stomach, knocking the basket from her hands. All the snakes crawled out of the basket and began squirming over the dust ground toward her. Lynn fell down in a dead faint.
Before she got up again eighteen snakes had crawled into her cunt and were wiggling around inside. She rose calmly and started off down the yellow brick road singing a popular tune she'd heard recently.
The air quivered and she came to a field of poppies. It was an entire plain, actually covered with poppies of all sizes and colors.
She wanted to get off the road and go he in the poppies but something kept her feet glued to the road whenever she tried to leave it. So she just marched on and hoped that it would lead somewhere.
It did. It led her to a deserted trash dump. Piles of decaying garbage surrounded her and she had a great amount of difficulty breathing.
The only sound in the air was the tortured breathing of the thousand of lies that swarmed everywhere. If there had been any other sounds, the buzzing of the flies would have erased them.
The garbage dump seemed to go on forever. Lynn walked and walked but there was no sign of it ever ending. She hoped it would.
An old man with grey hair suddenly appeared from out of the obscuring mists and approached her. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then closed it again and walked back into the mist.
Then the old man with grey hair came out of the mists again, this time stark naked. He approached her and stuck his elongated prick into her navel and shot an entire load of spew immediately.
He turned away and once again disappeared int the mists. Lynn just stood there watching him go, absently rubbing her navel.
After a little more walking the trashdump ended and she found herself in the middle of downtown San Francisco. A news vendor approached her and asked her if she wanted to buy a paper, to which she responded that she already had one and didn't want another.
He got very angry and started screaming and shouting and taking off all of his clothes. Lynn thought that this was a little violent but went along with the game and pretended that she too was undressing.
Lynn awoke with a start and realized that Will had crawled into bed with her and was in the process of kissing her nipples. She shoved him away irritable and tried to get back into her dream, but it was no use: it was gone forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rachel and the blonde paused in an alley on their way to Will's to make out for a few minutes. Rachel didn't carry it any hither than that. It was a long walk and the blonde complained every step of the way.
The city revolved around them as they walked quietly, not stepping on any cracks in the sidewalk. Everyone seemed to be going on a holiday with snide smiles and money.
Nothing seemed to interest Rachel-she'd seen it all before and she would see it all again before she was dead and in her grave. She was just the kind of person who got around an awful lot.
Rachel had always been sort of a drifter, she figured that it was the only way to be. There were so many places to see-you almost had to be a drifter.
Lynn had always been a good traveling companion.
She was easy to get along with and they hardly ever disagreed on even little things.
That type of person wasn't easy to find any more in the world as it was today. They just had passed into oblivion like the cowboy or the twenty-five cent haircut, fading and fading till gone.
Rachel and the blonde arrived at Will's apartment just as it was nearing dusk. They knocked on the door but no one answered.
The door was unlocked so they let themselves in. As they walked throught the living room the blonde gasped and pointed into the kitchen. There were three naked men sitting at the table playing cards.
The men all jumped up when they saw the two girls and Rachel's heart began to beat faster at the sight of much meat hanging loose before her. She stood there and the blonde dashed for the bedroom.
All three men jumped on Rachel and whipped off her raincoat, exclaiming to themselves as they found that she was wearing nothing underneath it. She let herself be forced back onto the couch with all three men eagerly trying to get hold of her, and succeeding.
Rachel, in turn, tried to get hold of their pounding pricks and she got one in each hand. She began tugging at them with all her might.
Just then the blonde came dashing out of the bedroom with most of her clothes gone, followed closely by Will. His eyes were glowing and his cock struck out like a medieval lance in front of him.
Will tackled the blonde right in front of Rachel and the other three guys and ripped the rest of her clothing off in a fit of passion.
Then Will began to massage the blonde's breast to a state of pliant rigidity. He began grinding his hips against her in a circular motion.
The blonde was more receptive than she pretended to be. As soon as she saw that he wasn't going to play any games with her, she gave in.
Lynn appeared in the doorway and Rachel saw her. She started to call out to her but as soon as she opened her mouth one of the guys stuck his prick in it and began forcing it down her throat.
Lynn wiped the sleep out of her eyes and gleefully jumped into the tangle of bodies. She got hold of Will's balls and began sucking on Bob's.
Bob didn't even notice her lips because he was too busy eating out Rachel's box. Honey good dripped like water from her cunt and Rachel had two orgasms before anyone had even got in a position to screw her.
Will was trying to drive his cock into the blonde's pussy but was having difficulty because every time he dug in, Lynn clutched him tighter by the balls and pulled him screaming back out again.
Lynn decided to lick out Jim's asshole since he kept poking it into her face in an effort to get at Rachel's pulsing cunt. She found that he tasted quite good and came back for seconds.
Jack's finger found their way into Lynn's sleepy cunt and began massaging her growing clitoris with rough strokes.
Lynn had an orgasm just as the front door flew open and Marie stepped into the room followed by a handsome young lawyer. At first she looked shocked, but then when she saw that no one even noticed her, she gleefully shut the door and began stripping off her clothes, motioning for the lawyer to do so also.
The blonde under Will managed to get her mouth around Jack's cock and started sucking with all her might. Will was pumping as best he could inside her.
Rachel coughed and sputtered as Bob got a load of semen down her throat. She waited for him to withdraw his cock but he kept pumping.
Marie, by this time, had her clothes off and was tugging at the lawyer, who still had his socks on, into the melee. Her eyes shown with desire.
Vengence was the furthest thing from Marie's mind as she grabbed a firm hold on someone's cock. Since she was bending over in such an enticing position with her ass in the air, the lawyer decided to take advantage of the opportunity offered to him and so he rammed his steely member into the juicy valley of Marie's buttocks.
The blonde had an orgasm and nearly bit the head of Jack's cock off in her passion. Jack screamed his agony to the ceiling and ripped his cock away from her mouth. Without pausing he rammed it into Lynn's seething twat from behind and began pumping manfully.
Lynn was more than delighted by the turn of events and had another orgasm to prove it. She moaned and whined while Jack humped her into submissive tranquility with his magnificent member.
Rachel was undergoing another orgasm at the cock of Jim, and Bob was still driving her head back against the sofa with his hips. She tried to draw her head away but was unsuccessful to say the least.
The lawyer went off with a shudder and Marie slumped to the floor. Will, taking advantage of this fact, jumped onto her and began pumping.
Marie and Will didn't even recognize each other as they crushed their hips against each other. Marie was too far gone to notice.
The blonde, feeling neglected, began eating out Lynn's asshole. She was so turned on that she would have done anything and liked it.
Rachel had another orgasm and thought that she was dying-not that she minded. She was now trying to get the lawyer's prick up her asshole and Bob's prick into her juice-joy twat.
Bob was all for that idea and helped her greatly. However, he went off as soon as he got inside. Rachel didn't mind, she didn't even notice.
The blonde had an orgasm as Will accidentally jammed his foot up her cunt. He was trying to get deeper into Marie and didn't have enough traction.
Just then the door flew open and a small, bald janitor of about fifty looked into the room. He shouted something about there being complaints about the noise but no one even heard him.
He said it again and, when no one answeed, shrugged and walked out, closing the door behind him.
