Having emptied his load, he was exhausted. But he still understood that his lover had not yet come. So after she had licked his cock clean, he rolled over and began sucking on her pussy, driving his tongue into her hole as deep as he could. It didn't take her long to climax. Sandwiching his head between her quivering thighs, she let her come sweep through her, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his tongue on her clit.
CHAPTER ONE
She was back again! Curt watched from the rear of the laundromat, pretending to tinker with one of the change machines as she wheeled in her cart and began unloading her laundry into a washer near the front door. As always, she wore a denim jacket over a bright T-shirt and her firm, round ass was tightly stuffed into a pair of worn jeans and propped up by highheeled leather boots. She was somewhat thinner than Curt's usual favorites, long-legged, perhaps twenty or twenty-one years old, with short, stylishly-t-rimmed hair that appeared brown one minute, red the next. He could make out her features whenever she turned and reached into her cart for an armful of laundry: smooth, hollow cheeks, button nose, full lips pursed in a whistle unheard over the roar of the washers and dryers.
Curt wondered again, as he had from the first day she'd walked into the laundromat, whose laundry she could be bringing in each week. At best, she was doing the wash for her parents. At worse, for her husband. Considering her age, either was possible. But then, he chuckled to himself, what difference did that really make?
She dropped an item of clothing on the floor and bent down to pick it up. The way she's poured into those jeans, he thought, it's a wonder she can even bend her knees. Perhaps she needs help, perhaps she doesn't, but I'm going to offer it to her anyway.
He walked the length of the laundromat, past the housewives at their washers and the old woman reading on the bench, and headed straight toward the door. Then, as if suddenly noticing her plight, hp turned at the last moment and reached into her cart.
"I'd say you need help," he grinned, lifting an armful of clothes over to the machine. "You're dropping everything on the floor."
"So what?" she replied, hardly surprised at his intrusion. "It only matters if I drop them on the floor after they're clean." She lifted an armful herself. "You work here, don't you?"
"Well I don't make a habit of hanging around in laundromats in my spare time, if that's what you mean." He reached in for a second armful. "You're in here an awful lot yourself."
She stared back for a moment and smiled. Her eyes were clear green. "Every Thursday, I think. Sometimes Friday, too. One thing we've got plenty of in our house is dirty clothes."
She dropped the last items into the washer and closed the lid. "Thanks a lot, it was nice of you."
Curt grinned again. "That's what I'm here for."
She started toward the change machines in the rear. He ogled her dancing buttocks for a few steps, then continued on to the door. Outside on the sidewalk the roar of the machines finally left his ears.
He lit a cigarette and leaned back against the window, gazing up and down the street at the row of quiet storefronts. His reconnaissance mission had confirmed his fears: most of the clothes in her cart were those of a young woman, but there were a few items that could belong to only a young man. There was always the possibility, of course, that those items belonged to a brother, but if that were the case, where was her parents' laundry? No, he decided, she was either married or living with her boyfriend.
The laundromat door swung open behind him. It was the redhead again, with a magazine in her hand.
"Hey, there's a phone ringing in back somewhere," she called out. "I thought maybe you might want to answer it."
He hurried over, smiling as he passed her in the doorway.
"Thanks a lot."
The phone was tinkling faintly over the roaring machines as he dashed to the back of the laundromat and barged through a flimsy door marked "No Admittance." Beyond was the damp, narrow cubbyhole that he and the other workers laughingly referred to as the "employees' lounge." Inside were a pay phone, a slop sink and bucket, a collection of mops, a wooden chair, a pile of magazines, a small metal cabinet, and an improvised coat rack. At least the bare concrete-block walls kept the room cooler than the sweltering laundromat itself.
He snatched the receiver off the wall and gasped a greeting.
"Curt? It's me," came the reply. "Gail?"
"Well how many other girlfriends do you have calling you at the laundromat?"
He dropped his cigarette on the floor. "I thought it might've been Gene's wife," he lied. "You know, the guy who comes in at seven. All I need is to have him call in sick again tonight and miss another night of school."
"What's the magic number now?"
"Fifteen more classes," he answered. "And after four years I don't think I could stomach one more than that."
He could hear her inhaling a cigarette. "So then my old man will be a big-shot lawyer, eh?"
"Not until I pass the bar exam, I won't."
"What time are you getting out of school tonight?"
"Around ten."
"I was thinking. Why don't you come straight over to my apartment afterwards. There's a good movie on TV tonight." She chuckled. "Besides, I've been as horny as a drunken whore all day today. Must be this spring weather."
He thought for a moment. "No, I'm afraid I've got too much reading to do tonight. Keep it warm for me, honey. I'll be over tomorrow night."
She groaned. "I'm not making any guarantees. Oh, let me tell you what happened at work today...."
He shifted from foot to foot impatiently as she chattered on. Strange, he thought. Six months ago he would have gladly driven fifty miles out of his way for a half-hour in Gail's bed, and here he was making up an excuse to avoid seeing her that night.
His eyes played absently over the graffiti scratched through the years on the outside of the pay phone. At the bottom of one side were his own doodles, a series of short hash marks arranged in groups of five. He laughed to himself, wondering how many of the other employees who saw the marks had any idea what they stood for. The count now stood at sixteen. Not bad at all for four years, he complimented himself. And there was a young redhead in the laundromat at that very moment whom he hoped to make number seventeen.
All in all, he thought, he could have done much worse for a part-time job. True, the work was boring, the heat almost unbearable, but at least he was completely on his own, and the hours were perfect. Since he didn't take over from the owner until one o'clock in the afternoon, he had all the time he needed for homework each night after school. And he knocked off at seven, just in time to drive to the campus for his eight o'clock class.
There were also certain additional benefits he hadn't anticipated when he accepted the job. The housewives who brought in their clothes each day provided a delightful feast for his eyes, and he made no secret of the fact that he was looking at more than their laundry baskets. Few of the women seemed to mind.
In fact, many of them had begun looking back. A tall, trimly built man of twenty-eight, with thick brown hair and a pleasant, rugged face, Curt knew he was hardly an unpleasant sight for a woman's eyes. Especially a woman who spent most of her day cleaning and cooking and most of her evening trying to arouse an exhausted husband. He noticed that some of the women had developed the habit of coming in twice a week with small loads instead of once a week with a large one. And a few of them, he soon found out, were just bored enough to make the first move on their own.
Curt finally managed to disentangle himself from Gail's conversation. He hung up the phone but remained in the cubbyhole, cracking open the door slightly for a view of the laundromat. The redhead was sitting on the bench in front, engrossed in her magazine, one leather boot dangling over her knee. Some of the women he'd met at the laundromat had been young, he thought, others had been well into middle age, but none of them had ever looked like that!
After a long eyeful he opened the door and stepped back into the hothouse. Most of the earlier customers had vanished, a few new faces had appeared. He leaned against one of the washers and lit another cigarette, gazing toward the front window at the occasional passing traffic. What a town, he said to himself, what a boring, lifeless town. If he hadn't decided to attend a law school nearby it was unlikely he'd even consider stopping for a cup of coffee.
The door opened and a woman with long, jet-black hair stepped inside with a tiny sack of laundry. Curt winced. It was Barbara, back for the second time that week. He didn't know her last name, didn't know exactly where she lived. All he did know was that she was married, amazingly well-endowed, and one of the most insatiable women of any age he'd ever met in his life.
She smiled briefly as she caught his eye, then walked straight to one of the washers. It was down to a routine by now: she would put her clothes in a machine, position herself near the door to the back room, wait until either the laundromat was empty or no one was watching, and then slip into the cubbyhole. A few minutes later he would be expected to join her.
Curt had to laugh as he watched her dump her meager load into the washer. She was indeed an oddly-built woman. From the chest up she had the features of a heavy woman, with gargantuan breasts, a broad neck, and soft, fleshy cheeks. But below the chest she was trim and shapely, with a narrow waist and slender legs, as if the calories she consumed never reached below her chest. She was about thirty years old, always cheerful, friendly, and eager to please, and she was starting to become a pain in his ass. By this time he suspected that she and her husband had to have the cleanest clothes in town.
As always, Curt ignored her as she nonchalantly made her way to the rear and sat down on a bench near the dryers. She immediately buried her head in a magazine, but glanced up from time to time to check on the other customers. By now there were only three: the redhead, an old woman reading a novel, and a younger woman with a small child.
Curt glanced at the bank of dryers. One of the filled machines had stopped spinning. He called out to the old woman.
"Lady, I think your clothes are finished."
"Oh, thank you." She puttered immediately to the dryers and began unloading her clothes. Within minutes, she was packed up and on her way out the door, and Barbara was on her way into the cubbyhole.
He waited a few minutes after Barbara had disappeared. The redhead was still engrossed in her reading. He doubted if she'd even noticed Barbara enter. Two women stepped through the door with laundry bags, but it hardly mattered now that Barbara was out of sight. He crushed out his cigarette on the floor and slipped through the back door into the cubbyhole.
Barbara stood up from her chair as soon as he'd closed the door.
"What took you so long, sweetheart?"
She took a step towards him, her ponderous breasts shimmying under a loose wool sweater. Curt turned and cracked the door open a few inches.
"Curt, what the hell are you doing?...."
"You can do me a favor, Barbara," he explained. "Come here for a second, I want you to look at something."
Barbara stood beside him at the door and peeked through the opening.
"What is it?"
"That young girl," Curt whispered. "I've seen her in here a few times. What do you know about her?"
Barbara squinted, then straightened up and shrugged. "I think her name is Ronnie. She's not a local girl, she lives with Keith Dillon and his wife Cindy. She must be Cindy's sister." Curt's face erupted in a smile. "What's it to you, sweetheart?" Barbara wrapped her arms around Curt's shoulders as he continued to peer through the opening. He could feel her thighs pressing against his rear. "I was just curious," he chuckled. "I bet." She chewed on his ear. "I shouldn't have told you anything. I want you all to myself. Especially since you'll be leaving soon."
Curt shut the door gently and turned around. She slipped her thigh between his legs and gently nudged his crotch.
"You don't seem too hungry today, sweetheart." Her dark eyes were burning. "Did I catch you at the wrong time?"
He said nothing, leaning back against the door as her hands traveled over his thighs. He could feel his cock spring to life the moment her fingers brushed over it.
"There we go," she whispered. "I think you're developing an appetite."
Grinning lewdly, she crooked a finger over the waistband of his slacks and slid it back and forth along his belly. Already his tool stood fully erect, poking upward almost to her finger.
"I understand you gave Grace Patterson the grand tour of the laundromat," she murmured, her whole body now pressed against his side as her finger continued to wander. "I'm jealous."
"Does she know that you ... " Curt began.
"Of course not," Barbara tittered. "They all think they're the only one."
The tip of her finger reached the top of his cock, burrowing into the pisshole. She popped open his snap with her other hand and pulled the zipper down gently. The outline of his thick cock stood out boldly against a pair of nylon underwear.
She caressed him through the material, running two light fingers up and down his shaft. "Hmmmm," she purred, "looks like I'm the first today."
Her tits were like warm sponge as she pressed them crudely against his chest. He could feel the blood pulsing through his staff, tingling in his balls. Yeah, he thought, I'm hungry, very hungry, but not for the meal in front of me. He'd lost interest in Barbara's antics weeks ago, and had tolerated her last few visits only to avoid an ugly argument. Now he found that he couldn't stomach her even one more time.
Still purring, she tugged down his underwear with both hands. His cock, freed of its bounds, tilted forward slightly, the shaft arched and rigid, the bulbous cockhead pointed straight at the ceiling.
"Hmmm," she whispered, leering down at the hefty organ. "I could eat you right up." She started to bend over. "In fact that's just what I'm going to do."
"Wait, Barbara." He pushed her hand away.
His underwear snapped back, covering all but the last inch of his cock. "I don't feel too much like fooling around today. I'm just not in the mood."
She stood up straight, gaping incredulously in his face. "You're not in the mood!" She pointed at his crotch. "Then what the hell is that?"
He pulled his underwear over the top of his prick and closed his zipper. "That has nothing to do with it."
"I suppose you're planning to save it for your little teenage friend out there...."
"She's not a teenager," Curt replied calmly. "And I'm not saving anything."
He'd already snapped up his slacks. She glared angrily. "You've got one hell of a nerve! I come in here to offer you a good time, with no strings attached, and you claim you're not in the mood."
Curt took a few steps away from the door, avoiding her eyes. "It's no good, it's no good with any of the women that come in here. Oh sure, it's fun at first, but ... " He shrugged. "Sometimes I feel like I'm just a piece of meat, a cock that's always here to entertain a bored housewife for a few minutes...."
"Well! What do you want?" She tried to shout without raising her voice. It came out a hoarse whisper. "A love affair? Most men would give their right arms for a set-up like this!"
He sat down in the chair. "Well, I'm not one of them."
She was too angry to speak. "I'm sorry, Barbara, it has nothing to do with you...."
"Don't expect me back for an apology." She stepped away and without her usual caution swung open the door, then slammed it as she stormed out.
Curt sat in the chair for a few moments. His cock was still stiff, burning against his pelvis. It had taken all the determination he could muster to stop her from relieving his heat. At least he doubted now if she would ever return. He regretted the way things had worked out, but infuriating her was the only way he could think of to get rid of her. And in a few weeks he would be gone from the laundromat forever.
He pulled his shirt out of his slacks to cover his bulging fly and stepped back into the laundromat. The redhead was gone.
Ronnie wheeled her cart slowly along the sidewalk, stopping at each corner even when there were no cars in sight. She was in no hurry to get home. All that awaited her there, she muttered to herself, was a lazy sister and her even lazier husband. The chance that they'd so much as lift a finger to help her unload the laundry was slim indeed.
A man in a passing car whistled at her, but she refused to turn her head. Just a few months ago, she thought, everything had been looking so rosy. She'd finally been able to move out of her parents' house when her sister Cindy decided to rent out a room, and she found that she could get along fine with her brother-in-law Keith. She had a job at a nearby shopping mall, a room of her own, money in her pocket, and all the freedom she could ask for.
Then, within the same month, both she and Keith had been laid off from their jobs. To pay her way in the house she had to offer to do all the housework, which she thoroughly detested. And she hadn't realized how difficult the job would be with Keith hanging around the house all day, living like a man on a honeymoon vacation. Now she had no money, no freedom, and no way to get out of a town she'd come to hate.
Ronnie wheeled the laundry cart through the door of the small house Keith rented and removed her denim jacket in the hall. Downstairs the house was quiet, but she could hear faint laughter wafting down from the second floor. In bed again, she said to herself. They just sleep and fuck, sleep and fuck-except when I've got a meal on the table.
After unloading the laundry, she trudged up the stairs to her room. The door to her sister's bedroom was ajar an inch or two. Ronnie fought the urge to peek through the opening as she walked past, but she knew what she'd find inside. They don't even bother to close the door any more, she thought angrily. The next thing you know they'll be rolling around naked on the living room floor while I watch television.
She sat down glumly on her bed. Next door she could hear the bed creaking steadily, an occasional laugh. It just didn't seem fair. It was bad enough having no money to go out on her own, bad enough to have no boyfriend and no way to go out and find one. But on top of that she had to endure the sound, and occasionally even the sight, of her sister and her husband making sport all day long.
More than once she'd had the urge to barge into their room, rip off her clothes, and jump right into bed with them. She doubted if Keith would mind very much; he'd been making offhand suggestions along those lines lately. But Cindy would never stand for it. In fact she'd most likely throw Ronnie right out of her room. And if living with her sister was unpleasant enough, living with her parents would be worse.
Her eyes caught her image in the bureau mirror. She stood up and approached the mirror, staring directly into her own eyes. She was good-looking and sexy, people told her. Why, then, was she wasting her time hanging around her sister's house all day long? She pulled the T-shirt over her head and examined her breasts. They were firm and perfectly round, with pale, oversized nipples. She sucked in her breath and turned sideways to examine her profile. No, there was no need to pull in her stomach, it was already as flat as she could ever hope for.
She tugged down her jeans and stepped out of the bundle at her ankles, then kicked the jeans peevishly across the room. How long has it been since I've worn anything else, she grumbled, how long since I've had anything to dress up for? Maybe that was it. Putting on nice clothes always improved her mood.
A plain print dress caught her eye as she rummaged through the closet. She slipped it over her head, smoothed the material, and looked at herself in the mirror. Already she was feeling better. But where the hell could she go on a weekday afternoon in that town?
It didn't matter, she had to get out of the house. She pulled on her leather boots, fastened a tight bracelet around her wrist, and marched out of the room. She could still hear her sister's laughter as she hurried down the stairs and out of the house.
After walking aimlessly for a few blocks, she decided to stroll downtown to the diner and see if any of her friends were home from work yet. Besides, there was a bar next to the diner, perhaps one of the boys she'd dated in the past year might happen along. The way she felt at the moment, she was ready to jump in the car of the first man who offered her a ride.
She got her chance sooner than she expected. A pickup truck slowed down as it passed her, a workman whistled and shouted out the window. This time she did turn her head. For a moment she considered accepting his offer and jumping in the truck, but then walked on, already angry at herself for refusing. Maybe an older man is just what I need, she thought, a man with more patience and experience than the boys I've been fooling around with. But then again, she reminded herself, I'm not very experienced myself. An older man would probably find me naive and unsatisfying.
There was no one at the diner, no one in the bar. She started walking aimlessly again, wondering who might be at home that she could call. She just couldn't bear the thought of returning to her room.
As she passed the laundromat she could see Curt through the window, sitting alone on the bench. He didn't see her walk by. She took a few more steps down the block, then stopped. No, she couldn't just walk in-unless she had an excuse.
Curt looked up as she entered the laundromat, her purse already open. "Could I bother you for change?" she asked immediately. "For the cigarette machine."
"There's a change machine in back," he replied. "You should know that."
They exchanged smiles as she walked past him toward the rear of the empty laundromat. It was the first time Curt had ever seen her wearing anything but jeans and a denim jacket, and he lost no time in examining her legs. They were slender, shapely, and nicely tanned-what he could see of them over her boots, that is. Her dress swayed back and forth, her short red hair shook lightly as she strolled away from him.
She received her change, bought cigarettes at the machine, and started toward the front of the store.
"I like that dress," he spoke up as she passed. "You must be going out tonight."
As he'd hoped, she stopped walking and stood beside the bench. "No, I just felt like getting dressed up a bit. I couldn't think of much else to do on an afternoon like this."
He had to talk fast before she could start on her way. "It's even slow in here today," was the first thing that popped into his head.
She opened the pack of cigarettes with her lean, red-tipped fingers. "You must go crazy in here, sitting around all day with nothing to do." She slipped a cigarette between her lips. "If this is a coin-operated laundry, why do they have an attendant in here, anyway?"
"To make sure no one steals the change machines, I guess," Curt laughed. She laughed too. "I just have to keep the machines running, make sure the place is clean."
He was overjoyed when she lit her cigarette and leaned back against one of the washers. She wasn't running off after all.
"You don't look like the typical laundromat attendant," she said. "You're too young."
"It's just a part-time thing with me," he told her. "I go to law school at night."
"Oh?" She inhaled deeply. "By the way, my name is Ronnie. I come in here often enough, I guess you might as well know my name."
"Curt, Curt Russell. Why don't you sit down for a while? I'm not busy."
Her lips were pursed as she blew out the smoke. "No thanks, I'm too restless to sit."
She stepped along the bank of washers, running her hand searchingly over the machines as if she'd never seen them before in her life. She returned along the opposite bank, coming up behind him while he sat.
"All these machines," she murmured half to herself. "You must go out of your mind with all the noise."
He turned and lifted his feet to the bench. "You get used to it."
She walked around the bench, dropping her cigarette on the floor. This time she did sit down.
"And you must get bored as hell."
He shrugged. "I have ways to pass the time."
Her green eyes burned into his. "Such as?"
He looked away. "Oh, I read, walk around outside, make phone calls, sometimes I get a chance to do a bit of homework when we're not busy."
"You weren't doing anything when I walked in." She motioned at the empty washers. "And you're sure not busy today."
"I wasn't in the mood for doing anything productive."
She crossed her legs. "And what do you do when you're not in a productive mood?"
He'd suspected she had something on her mind the moment she asked for change. After all, the grocery store just down the block sold cigarettes ten cents cheaper than his machine. Now he was sure of it.
"Sometimes I just slip off into the back room and have a drink."
Her eyes lit up. "You're kidding! You have a little bar back there, I suppose?"
He chuckled. "No bar, just a bottle of bourbon I save for emergencies."
She smiled impishly. "Then let's have a drink. I'm in the mood for something unusual." Her smile vanished. "That is, unless you have something you have to attend to...."
"Not at all." He was already on his feet. "I could go for a drink myself."
His head was spinning as he led the way to the back of the laundromat. Thank God there were no customers in at the moment. He wasn't quite sure what she was up to, she'd never paid him any mind before, but this was no time to ask questions.
He held open the door as she stepped into the cubbyhole.
"Nice place you've got here," she laughed, glancing quickly around the room. "I like the furnishings."
He closed the door quietly. "We call it the employees' lounge. Here's the bottle."
He opened the metal cabinet and took out two plastic cups and a small bottle of bourbon. She paced back and forth across the narrow room as he rinsed out the cups in the slop sink.
"You even have your own private number," she said, nodding at the pay phone. "All you need here is a place to sleep and you wouldn't have to go home at all."
This wasn't the first time Curt regretted not having a cot in the room.
"Here's to a boring afternoon," he said, handing her a cup of bourbon. Curt downed his, she only sipped.
"I never drink this early in the day," she grinned. "It's sort of fun, though."
He poured himself another short glass. "The first's for thirst, the second for pleasure. Drink up."
She finished her drink and held out the cup. He filled it again.
"You can sit down if you like, Ronnie."
Without answering she stepped over to the slop sink and hopped up on the edge, her boots dangling freely over the floor. Curt decided against taking the chair himself.
She became more talkative as she sipped her second drink, rambling on about her situation at home and questioning him about his own. He leaned back against the wall opposite her, letting his eyes roam freely whenever she looked away. Her legs were spread slightly now, swinging back and forth over the edge of the sink.
Curt could hear one of the washers working outside. A customer had entered the laundromat. Whoever it is, they're on their own, he decided.
He took a long gander at her legs as she raised the glass to her lips again. When he reached her face he found her staring directly in his eyes. He looked away.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked suddenly.
His mouth hung open. "Yes, I do...."
"No, really. You don't have to say it just because I asked." Her legs stopped swinging. "I mean do you really think I'm an attractive woman?"
He wanted to laugh. "Yes, I definitely do. I find you very attractive...."
"You don't think I'm a bit too thin?" she went on, looking down at her dress. "Maybe a little flat-chested?"
He took the opportunity to examine her chest. Her breasts poked out from under the dress, high and firm. The low neckline exposed a wedge of smooth, unblemished flesh, and just a faint wisp of her cleavage. "No, I don't think so at all."
"I guess you would say that," she smiled.
By now Curt's heart was pounding so furiously he was afraid she could hear it herself. He was sure she was waiting for him to make a move. He tried to think of an excuse for stepping over to her, then decided there was only one way to do it-suddenly.
"Perhaps I should get a closer look." Without another word he stepped between her dangling legs, gripped her shoulders, and bent over to kiss her lips. Her arms shot immediately around his neck.
His cock sprang up in a matter of seconds as he tasted her warm, pliant lips, felt the light touch of her fingers on the back of his neck. He thought he felt her trembling slightly.
Her rapid breath blew hotly into his mouth as he hungrily caressed her lips. In Curt's book there were two kinds of women: those that heated up slowly, and those that took right off. Ronnie was without doubt one of the latter.
He pressed his crotch forward in search of hers, but his hard prick found only the cool porcelain of the sink. Suddenly he felt her legs tightening around his thighs as if to pull him closer. He cupped her cheeks between his palms, thrust his lips tighter against hers, and wormed his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue met his immediately, spinning around in her mouth like a wounded snake. He withdrew his tongue and she chased it right into his mouth, lapping over his lips greedily, twirling her tongue around his, sucking out his breath with each trembling gasp.
Almost gasping himself, he dropped a hand to her waist, then slid his palm along her thigh and under her dress. Her legs opened immediately as he ran his hand along the inside of her leg, first halfway, then almost to her crotch. Her flesh was steaming.
When she pulled back her tongue to gasp for air he dove right at her neck, covering her with wet kisses. Her own lips found his ear and nibbled hungrily. He could feel her quick breath as she shot her tongue deeply into the ear, her lips warm and wet against his face.
He licked frantically under her chin, then worked his way down to her chest, his palm still slowly stroking her thigh. With his other hand he reached in under the top of her dress and cupped one of her warm, doughy breasts. The nipple stood erect against his palm. Her chest rose and fell even more rapidly as he edged his tongue into her cleavage and lapped his way over one quavering tit.
Both of her hands ran through the back of his hair as he tugged the top of her dress under her breast and began sucking furiously on the tender, puffy nipple. A long, breathy sigh escaped her lips as he slid his other hand deeper along her thigh, pressing against her crotch directly for the first time. Her panties were wet, her bush like a pillow of down underneath.
"I bet you're delicious," he murmured. "And am I ever hungry."
Quickly he knelt down before the sink and reached under her dress for her panties. She closed her legs to allow him to slip off the frillies, then opened them again as he pushed her dress up to her waist. Her thighs were sleek and lightly tanned, her muff a deep red.
Suddenly she reached out and took his head in her hands, as if she'd just realized what he was about to do.
"You don't have to do that for me," she whispered, opening her eyes for the first time in minutes.
"But I want to."
Her voice was trembling. "I never ... I mean, no one has ever done that to me before...."
He looked up into her green eyes. "You've been neglected, I'd say."
She leaned back against the wall, pushing her hips forward at his urging. He knelt up on one knee, pushed her thighs apart gently, and began caressing her flesh from knee to waist.
At first he teased her, licking around her bush, up to her deep navel, then back again, always stopping short of her wet slit. He could feel her thighs tensing in anticipation, her breath quick with impatience. Finally he reached in with both hands, spread her thin pink lips, and thumbed her pulsing clit. She stiffened immediately.
Her cunt was already glistening with moisture. He blew his breath over the open gash, then at last pressed his lips against the fiery chasm. She squealed once, then tensed her thighs and shot them open even further.
He caressed her cunt from one end to the other, thrusting his tongue through her lips and twining it deep into her oozing channel. Her hips were beginning to rise and fall smoothly. Breathing deeply to savor the sweet smell of her passion, he worked his tongue upwards along her cunt and twirled it furiously around her clit. Her whole body jolted as soon as he'd found the juicy kernel.
"Oh, my God!" She was panting. "Oh, Curt, darling, do it like that."
Her hips were undulating, her thighs shaking as he took the fleshy wad between his lips and sucked ruthlessly. Again her hands were around his head, not to scop him but to guide his movements.
Still sucking, he slid his hands under her body and sunk his fingers into the soft putty of her buttocks. He massaged the hot flesh, feeling her buttocks tense and relax with the force of her heat. She was positively writhing now, her moans little more than hoarse shudders. Digging even deeper into her cheeks, he lifted her right off the sink and reamed her cunt from end to end.
Her belly was rolling with lust as he returned to her clit and took it securely between his lips, twisting it back and forth, lapping out occasionally with the tip of his tongue. The more she shuddered and bucked, the hungrier he became, squeezing the molten flesh of her buttocks, drinking down the warm juices of her cunt. He pressed his nose, his entire face against the blazing lovehole, her frizz soft against his wet cheeks, and moved his head up and down along the gash. She was moaning so loudly she was close to tears, clawing madly at the back of his neck.
"Oh, Curt, honey, baby ... ah, I feel it coming, I feel it coming, don't stop, please."
He didn't have to be told she was near her end. But he had other things in mind. He wasn't going to skim off the cream of her passion without satisfying his own as well.
Without interrupting his careful lip-work, he reached down and undid his zipper and snap. His cock was so stiff it hurt. He tugged his slacks, then his underwear down to his knees. The fresh air felt cool on his burning member.
He edged closer to her end with the care of a surgeon, lapping, sucking, squeezing his lips around her seething cunt. Now he tweaked her clit lovingly with the tip of his tongue, now he almost ripped it from her body with his lips. Her thighs were beginning to vibrate as she pressed them against his face, her undulations were quickening, her gasps were following one upon another.
He waited until she was ready to burst, then with one motion slid his hands from under her ass and stood up between her legs. His pants and underwear fell to his ankles, his cock beating with manly fury.
"Oh, no, please, don't stop!" she bleated as soon as his work ceased.
Before she could say another word he stepped closer to the sink, took his cock in hand, and steered it deftly through her red bush. He shuddered as his cockhead met her drooling cunt lips. She pushed her hips outwards as if to swallow his cock more quickly. He felt his bulb slip between her parted lips, then with one smooth lunge he drove his tool deeply into her tight, hot channel.
They both groaned in utter pleasure as his bush met hers, his thick rod buried to the hilt in her snug pussy.
"Ewwww," she breathed deeply, eyes closed in rapture, "that feels even better."
He planted his feet firmly on the floor, gripped the edge of the sink with both hands for leverage, and began gliding his rod slowly in and out of her cunt. Her pussy was tight and shallow, he could feel his cockhead pushing up against wet flesh deep within her body.
Little by little he quickened his strokes, twirling his hips slightly to spin his cock around in her channel, flexing his toes to lift his body up and down and twist his hard prick inside her. Now and then he could feel his balls swinging against the cool porcelain as he impaled her.
At first she sat stiffly on the sink, back against the wall, as if the shock of his full manhood had immobilized her. But she loosened up quickly, gyrating her hips, tensing her buttocks to lift her body up and down under his strokes. Each time he stuffed her, her leather boots rose and then fell from the force of the blow.
"Oh Christ, Ronnie," he blurted out, staring her directly in the eyes, "do you ever feel good!"
Her eyes gave no indication that she heard him. They remained somewhat glazed, the lids dropping quickly and then reopening each time he drove his pipe inside her and brought his pelvis flush against hers. Her lips were parted, her tongue lapped out to wet them from time to time. At that moment he doubted if she even knew her own name.
Her arms rose from her side, her hands found the crook of his waist and dug in for support. He could feel one of her red fingernails pressing against his hard flesh as she began to guide his strokes, quickening his thrusts, then slowing them as she varied her own movements.
Curt himself let go of the sink and wrapped his palms around the buttery flesh of her thighs. He was quickening his pace now, drilling his thick member in and out with the smoothness of a well-oiled machine.
Her fingers suddenly left his waist, her arms dropped back to her side. Her eyes were closed again, her breath furious. He knew she was climbing again to the pinnacle of her lust.
"Come, Ronnie, come," he whispered. "I'll wait for you."
She shivered slightly. "Fuck me, Curt, fuck me fuck me fuck me, just like that." She groaned deliriously. "Yes ... I feel it coming!...."
He studied her contorted face as he continued to lunge and twist into her sopping cunt. Her hips were moving wildly now, and he speeded up his strokes to match her pace, his balls swinging furiously under his churning rod.
His thighs were tense, his fingers dug deeply into her thighs. He looked down at her cunt. The red hair was sparkling with the nectar of her pussy. He watched his cock slide smoothly out of her body, glistening with moisture, the veins purple and bulging. Then he saw inch by inch of the long tool slice back inside her, filling her to the brim with hot cockflesh.
He couldn't take his eyes off her gaping cunt. With his hands on her thighs he pushed open her legs to spread her cunt lips even further, then began thrusting savagely with his hips, bringing his whole shaft right out of her body and driving it back in to the hilt. His cockhead was gleaming and bloated as it left her wet cavern, pulsing visibly.
Her whole body was rocking now, her gasps came with each new thrust. Her pert tits quivered like flan in front of his eyes. He leaned forward and began lapping at one of her rigid nipples, feeling her breath rising and falling under his lips.
"Eww, Curt," she shuddered, "here it comes ... wait for me, please...."
Her voice trailed off, her hips began to thrash frantically. This was it. He worked his hips at top speed, skewering her again and again, boring relentlessly into her hungry cunt. Already jism was filling his shaft.
He could hear his gorged member sloshing noisily in her oozing pussy as he left her tits and pressed his mouth against hers. Her fingers found his neck again and clawed at his flesh, as if to quicken even further his furious strokes. She bit and licked at his lips, then pulled her mouth away to gasp for air as she entered her violent end.
Her whole body shook with convulsive fury, her legs kicked high in the air. Still he plowed mercilessly into her cunt, reading in her face the frenzy of her orgasm.
By now his own end was near. Spunk was swelling his pistoning member. He stood up straight, shivering all over with utter need. Suddenly, as she still rocked with her powerful orgasm, he reached out, embraced her, and lifted her right off the sink.
She screamed once as she fell into his arms, then wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He held her close, crushing her tits against his chest, and drilled his tool upwards into her cunt with desperate passion. Each lunge lifted her up in his arms. She held on for dear life, arms around his neck, her lips madly caressing his cheeks.
A cry of relish and relief left his lips as he felt his spike swell momentarily and then explode inside her, gorging her cunt with hot seed. She, too, groaned in rapture as she felt the spunk inside her, the full force of his lust leaving his body in one tremendous eruption.
He slowed his strokes gradually when his seed was spent, panting for breath. She was still nibbling eagerly at his neck, his cheeks, his lips. He could feel her snatch tightening and relaxing, as if she was intent on keeping him inside her forever.
"Good Christ!" he sighed deeply. "I haven't had a fuck like that in I don't know how long."
She giggled. "I haven't had a fuck like that in my entire life. It felt like you were going to rip me right open."
He set her back down on the sink and slowly withdrew his sated cock from her drooling lovehole. She leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.
"I don't think I've ever come like that before, either," she said. "Now I know what I've been missing."
He pulled up his pants and closed his fly, then stepped over to her and kissed her on the lips.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "I feel like I could do it all over again."
He grinned. "I think we can make some sort of arrangement for a return engagement."
She readjusted the neckline of her dress to cover her tits, then stood up and let the dress fall to her knees. He handed her the panties, and she slipped them on quickly, then smoothed out the material of her dress. He was sorry to see her pretty red bush disappear from view.
When she was fully dressed she embraced him again, pushing her crotch teasingly against his.
"Maybe next time we can meet in more pleasant surroundings," she chuckled in his ear. "I could imagine what you'd be like in a bed."
He chuckled, too. "Well, feel free to stop in here any time. There's plenty more where that came from."
"I have a feeling I'll be doing the laundry more often from now on." Her grin disappeared. "Oh, I better get back home, they'll be waiting for me to start dinner!"
She kissed him once more before starting for the door. "And I must say that was an awfully nice way to spend a boring afternoon."
He grinned. "I'll be expecting you."
She blew him a kiss, then opened the door and left the room quickly. Curt sat down on the chair and shook his head in disbelief. Just an hour ago he'd been dreaming hopelessly of her. Now he suspected he'd be dreaming of her even more often, savoring the memory of her delicious red pussy. He half considered running after her and dragging her back into the cubbyhole.
There would be plenty of time for that, he said to himself, climbing wearily to his feet. He could hear the washers running outside again. He started for the door, then stopped, took out his key, and scratched one more hash mark on the side of the pay telephone.
CHAPTER TWO
The day was already hot and sticky when Curt awoke at noon. He briefly considered, as he did almost every day, calling in sick at the laundromat and spending a leisurely afternoon at home with his books. But, as usual, he forced himself up and climbed wearily out of bed. Even before dressing he marched into the kitchen and crossed out another date on the calendar. Ten more classes, he counted. Then final exams would begin, he would graduate, and the school, the laundromat, and the town itself would be out of his hair forever.
It was close to twelve-forty by the time he breakfasted, shaved, and packed his briefcase for evening classes. He'd driven halfway to the laundromat before he remembered the interview. That night after class, he recalled, he was scheduled for a meeting with a law firm representative visiting his school. The interview was important. His financial situation dictated that he find a job as soon as possible after graduation. Otherwise, he might be forced to stay on another few months at the laundromat, an idea for which he had little relish.
It had been a week since he and Ronnie had their first frolic in the laundromat back room. Since that afternoon Barbara had not returned, as he'd feared she might, but Ronnie herself had been in almost every day. They'd moved from the sink to the chair, then to the floor, then to the wall, making love with the fury of teenage sweethearts.
He knew that their afternoon love bouts left her fully satisfied, but his own pleasure was less than complete. While she was willing to fuck in any conceivable position, for any length of time, there was one favor she was afraid to grant him. No matter how much he urged and cajoled, no matter how often he sucked her cunt dry, she simply refused to return the favor. That would come in time, she promised, when she was more confident and experienced. In time! There were only two weeks left before his final exams-although he'd said nothing to her yet about his plans to leave the laundromat.
The daily sessions with Ronnie were taking their toll on his relationship with Gail, too. He'd seen her only once in the past week. On the other occasions he'd concocted an excuse to avoid stopping off at her house on his way home from school. After a frenzied bout with the young redhead, he found it difficult to work up an appetite for a lover he'd already fully explored. But he knew he couldn't continue putting her off forever. He'd already consented to see her that night after school, and he doubted if he would be able to get out of it, no matter how exhausted he was after work, school, and another sporting afternoon with his eager new lover.
The owner of the laundromat was already standing outside the store when Curt arrived.
They chatted briefly before Curt entered the broiling laundromat to begin his shift. There were few customers, as was customary on a hot day, and he planned to use the time to catch up on some of his homework.
It wasn't until close to seven o'clock, when Curt was preparing to leave, that he realized Ronnie hadn't been in that day. All the better, he decided, for with a date with Gail already arranged he would find it more pleasurable to fulfill his manly obligations if he hadn't drained his balls into Ronnie's thirsty young snatch. He had her phone number, if she didn't stop by the following day he'd call her and find out why.
The campus of Curt's law school was less than a half hour drive from the laundromat, a small complex of buildings set in a corner of a sprawling state university. He parked his car in the lot, grabbed a quick sandwich in the cafeteria, and just made his class by eight o'clock.
But his mind was hardly on his law books that night. His interview was set for nine-thirty, in the office of the Career Guidance Dean. He knew that there would be many other law firms coming to the campus to seek out the graduates, that he'd most likely be granted an interview with each one of them, but the firm whose representative was visiting that particular night was the one he'd most hoped to find a place with. The company was large, diversified, growing, and most important, headquartered in a city not far from his present home. While he did look forward to an escape, he wasn't so eager to completely lose contact with some of the young ladies he'd met in town, particularly Gail and Ronnie.
When Curt did walk into the Dean's office for his interview, he expected to find two or three middle-aged attorneys waiting for him with his records in hand. Thus he was surprised to find only one interviewer sitting at the desk, a plain but pleasant-looking blonde woman of no more than thirty. She introduced herself as Lorraine Haines and explained that she would be in charge of the preliminary interviewing of all prospective employees.
She began questioning him drily as soon as he was seated. Her manner was somewhat unsettling. She appeared to be a tall woman, although it was difficult to judge her height in a sitting position. She was slender and clear-skinned, with thin lips and large blue eyes. Her hair was arranged conservatively in a tight bun, with only a few locks dangling below her collar. Her clothes were simple and businesslike. All in all, he thought, a perfect career-minded bitch.
But he soon found her quite easy to talk to. Instead of considering his answers carefully and seriously, he began joking with her instead. By the time the interview was over he was sure that his relaxed, confident manner had made a strong impression on her. She promised to pass along his records to her superiors, and arranged for a follow-up interview.
Curt was whistling happily as he drove home from school. He'd come out of the meeting with a definite feeling he would indeed be hired. And equally important, Ms. Haines had suggested that he could begin working for the firm immediately after graduation. He couldn't serve as an attorney until he'd passed his bar exam, of course, but in the meantime he could work as a legal clerk. And after the bar exam, he would become a full-fledged member of the firm.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he drove almost to his door before remembering his date with Gail. She'd told him she'd be either at home or at their favorite bar. He pulled over at a phone booth and dialed her number. There was no answer. He decided to call the bar to make sure she was there.
The bartender had no trouble finding her. "Gail, I've got good news for you. I'll be right over."
He could hear music blasting on the other end of the line.
"And I've got good news for you too, honey," she replied. "You just get your butt over here as fast as you can."
"I'm on my way."
He couldn't imagine what "good news" might be waiting for him at the bar, but it wouldn't take very long to find out. He drove a half mile further down the road, hooked a left, and spun into the gravel parking lot of the town's most popular hang-out.
It was dark inside as Curt entered, and music blared from the jukebox. A few people were dancing in an open area in back, the tables along the sides were jammed. Even the bar was crowded.
He searched for Gail's face as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, wincing when he glimpsed Grace Paterson and her husband standing at the bar. She met his eyes and looked away immediately. He chuckled to himself. His presence would make more than one wife in town slightly uncomfortable.
"Curt, over here!"
He heard Gail's voice over the uproar, but couldn't find her in the crowd until he saw her upraised arm waving over a group of people at the other end of the bar. He edged through the pack and made his way to her side, slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her quickly on the lips.
"You better grab a drink," she grinned as he kissed her. "I've already got quite a head start on you."
As always, Gail was sporting a pair of skin-tight jeans. Tonight they were white. He knew she lost no opportunity to show off her best feature, a firm, well-packed, perfectly rounded ass. She wore a red blouse tonight, the top buttons open to reveal a wedge of darkly tanned flesh, with a thin black choker around her neck. Her hair was long and brown, loose strands falling haphazardly over her forehead. He doubted if she'd combed her hair carefully in all her twenty-four years, but with an ass like hers, she didn't have to.
He patted her buttocks under the bar and motioned to the bartender for his usual.
"So what's the good news?" she asked.
He had to shout to be heard over the music and the chatter, but he explained briefly what had taken place at his interview. They toasted his luck, then ordered another round of drinks from the harried bartender.
"And what's the good news you mentioned?" he asked her.
"You won't believe it." He could see in her eyes that she'd already had quite a bit to drink. "You'll never guess who's here tonight."
"C'mon, Gail, you know I hate to play guessing games."
"All right, all right." She took a long sip and pressed herself closer against him so they wouldn't be overheard, an unlikely event considering the noise in the bar. "You remember that Danish exchange student I roomed with at junior college?"
"I never met her," Curt shrugged, "but you told me all about her."
"Well, I didn't tell you everything," she grinned. "Anyway, she's here tonight."
Curt studied her face to see if she were serious. "Here? You mean she's in town."
"I mean she's in the bar right now. She called me today from the campus, she's in town visiting some other friends and she's going to sleep over at my house tonight."
Curt glanced around, but it was impossible to find anyone in the crowd and the darkness. Besides, he had no idea what she looked like. Just his luck, he thought. The one night he was looking forward to a decent roll in the hay with Gail, and she had an old college roommate staying over at her apartment.
"That doesn't sound like very good news for me.
Gail leaned even closer. "Curt, I'm sure she's got the hots for me."
"For you?" Curt laughed. "You mean she's...."
"She never came on to me while we were rooming together," Gail went on excitedly, "but I knew she was fooling around with a few other girls on campus. I guess she didn't think it was right as long as we were living in the same room. Anyway, we're not living together any more, and I've got the feeling she'd like to make up for some lost time."
Curt shook his head in disbelief. "How can you tell for sure?"
"It's not difficult," she giggled. "She practically jumped for joy when I told her there was only one bed in my apartment."
Curt looked around at the bar again. "Say, I'd love to meet her. Where the hell is she?"
"She's in the corner with Annie. I think she's got ideas, but I know Annie won't go along."
He grinned. "And how about you?"
She leaned back against the bar and shrugged. "I've thought about it a few times ... but I don't know what I'd really do if I got the chance."
"I think you just might be getting the chance tonight."
"Oh, she wouldn't press the matter, unless I encouraged her." She thought for a moment. "I wonder what it would be like."
Curt nudged her playfully. "Well, as a woman lover, I can tell you it's absolutely wonderful."
She shrugged again. "Anyway, I'm sorry about our date for tonight. Niki didn't call until this afternoon."
"At least you can let me meet her."
She downed the rest of her drink. "Oh sure, I'll go fetch her. Keep my place at the bar."
She swayed a bit as she walked off, bumping into a few of the dancers as she made her way to the back. In her condition, he thought, she's liable to do anything tonight. And if she was half as good a lover with women as she was with men, her Danish friend was in for quite a night.
The more he thought about it, the more the idea intrigued him. If it happened, he'd love to be there to watch. But why not? After all, Gail was hardly what he could call a steady girlfriend. Sure, she was always eager to see him, but he sometimes suspected she viewed him more as a good cock than a person, just like the women at the laundromat.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned quickly. The sight that greeted his eyes was enough to send him reeling back against the bar rail. He'd expected a short, homely woman, his stereotyped image of a dyke. But he wasn't prepared for this!
"Curt, this is Niki, my old college roommate. Niki, this is my friend Curt. He goes to law school."
Curt was still speechless as he shook hands with Niki. She was tall, even statuesque, and put together like a Scandinavian goddess. Her hair was perfectly blonde, straight and shiny, reaching down almost to her waist, and her face and neck were as white as milk. Like Gail, she wore jeans, but rather than a blouse she had on a tight red sweatshirt with the name of her junior college emblazoned across the front, her pointy breasts protruding like two teepees.
"I've heard a lot about you, Curt." She spoke with a lilting Danish accent, pursing her lips as she pronounced his name. "Gail and I had a long talk this evening at dinner."
"And I've heard quite a bit about you, too," he answered, glancing quickly at Gail. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Oh yes, thank you."
Curt made room for the two women at the bar and ordered another round. He caught a glimpse of Niki's crotch as she leaned back against the bar, the tight denim material bulging in a perfect triangle. Christ, he thought, what a shame to waste talent like that on other women!
He glanced back and forth at the pair as they chatted at the bar. The difference was remarkable. One was brown-haired and brown-eyed, the other blonde and blue-eyed; one was tanned a perfect bronze, the other as pale as a ghost; one was short and stacked, the other tall and lean. It takes all kinds, he laughed to himself, and thank God for it!
Gail was right. It was obvious during their conversation that Niki was all eyes for her, losing no chance to touch her hand or brush against her thigh while they stood at the bar. Just listening to Niki talk, her lips pursed sensuously, was enough to give Curt a hard-on. He had to fight the urge to reach out and fondle Gail's ass himself.
By the time Curt finished his fourth drink they were all feeling their oats, with Gail the furthest to the wind. It also became obvious that Niki was impatient to leave.
"Can I give you two a lift home?" he cut into their conversation.
"Sure," Gail replied. "We might as well get going in a few minutes."
"Oh, I must say goodbye to your friend Annie," Niki warbled, moving off from the bar. "Please wait for me, I'll be just a minute."
Curt waited until she'd disappeared from sight and leaned over to Gail.
"That's some roommate! You never mentioned she looked like that!"
"I didn't want to get you too interested," Gail frowned. "If I know you, you'd try to call her for a date."
"I thought you said she wasn't that type of girl...."
"Oh, she's been with men, I know that. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure what her preference is."
He thought for a moment. "So what are your plans for the night? Have you decided yet?"
She pushed back hair from her face and giggled. "I think I'll just go home and play it by ear."
"Listen, Gail ... " he began, groping for the right words, "I think ... I think the three of us might be able to have a real party tonight."
Her face brightened. "I didn't think of that! At least then if I didn't enjoy fooling around with Niki you'd be there." Her glow vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "But I don't know how Niki would feel about it."
"You could ask her-I mean coax her a bit."
Curt reached down and patted her buttocks again. "If she really wants you, she'll do it."
Niki was grinning when she returned. They left immediately. By now the crowd had thinned, they had little trouble making their way out. The night air felt refreshing after the smokiness of the bar.
"I'm parked right over there," Curt announced, pointing toward his car. He followed the two women through the lot, examining the delectable movements of four denim-clad buttocks. He was already tingling with excitement, his fingers crossed and his prick stirring in anticipation. This, he thought, could turn out to be a night to remember.
He could see them whispering to each other as they neared the car, but neither said much during the drive home. When they pulled up in front of Gail's garden apartment, she turned to Curt and winked.
"Why don't you come in for a nightcap, honey?"
He glanced at Niki, but she was already reaching for the door handle.
"You sure I won't be intruding?"
"Of course not," Gail replied. "Park around back, I'll go on inside."
Curt still wasn't sure if anything had been arranged, but this was no time to back out. He let the girls out of the car and drove around back to the parking lot. When he arrived in the small apartment Gail was mixing drinks in the kitchen, Niki seated on the couch. She'd already kicked off her shoes.
"What's the story?" he asked Gail as he joined her in the kitchen.
"We'll see," she grinned. "She didn't say yes, she didn't say no."
"I feel a bit uncomfortable, like I'm extra baggage around here."
She kissed him. "You're never extra baggage around here, honey. Help me carry in the drinks."
Gail put on a few records as they sipped their drinks in the living room. The room already had a rosy glow from all the bourbons Curt had downed at the bar, and he knew that Gail was flying. He wondered how well Niki could hold her liquor.
After a half hour of small talk it was evident that the blonde had only one thing in mind: bed. The question was, with whom?
"Curt," she began out of nowhere, "you know you have a very beautiful girlfriend."
He glanced at Gail. "Yes, I know."
"Gail was the first American I met when I came over here," Niki went on. "I like her very much."
Again he glanced at Gail. "So do I."
Niki stretched out her long legs and gazed fondly at Gail. "This is a big night for me, you know." She turned and looked at Curt. "Gail has agreed to make love with me tonight."
Curt's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Oh, is that right?...."
"Yes," Niki continued. "And I understand you're interested in watching."
"Whaa?" He looked at Gail. She nodded furtively. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I've never seen anything like that before."
Niki stood up and stretched her arms. "Well, I don't particularly care who watches me when I make love. I only care about my lover."
She picked up her shoes and walked directly into the bedroom. Curt sat stunned in his chair.
"Does that mean yes or does that mean no?" he asked Gail.
She stood up. "That means it's okay." She lowered her voice. "Oh, Curt, I'm a little scared. I don't know if I'll like it."
"I'd say she looked like an excellent teacher."
She bit her lip. "Well, I'll try anything once, I guess. Just don't leave the room."
He followed her toward the bedroom, his heart already pounding with excitement. Obviously, Gail had managed to get Niki's consent for him only as an observer. Getting into the action himself, he suspected, was entirely up to him.
The covers on the bed had been turned back when Curt and Gail entered the room. The brunette walked over timidly and sat on the edge of the bed. Curt stood confused in the doorway for a few moments, then sat down in the chair beside the bureau. Niki ignored him completely.
"Now what?" Gail asked, her eyes continually flashing over at Curt.
"Now we turn out the lights," Niki answered.
Curt had suspected that Niki was a bit of an exhibitionist when she agreed to let him watch. His suspicions were quickly confirmed. As soon as the overhead light had been turned off and the dim nightlight flicked on, Niki stood next to the bed and began to undress as nonchalantly as if she were alone in the room.
Curt's eyes were glued on her figure as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wore a plain white bra underneath. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached back to undo the hook and pulled the cups off, letting two erect, pink-tipped breasts tumble free.
She dropped the bra on the floor and unzipped her jeans, then peeled them slowly down her long, lean legs. Her panties, too, were white. She stepped out of the jeans and quickly tugged the panties down to her ankles, baring a straggly blonde bush and two firm, oval buttocks. A few strands of her blonde hair reached right down to the cheeks.
Curt couldn't help marveling at the perfect whiteness of her flesh. Nowhere on her body were there the lines of lighter and darker flesh left on most women's bodies by their bathing suits. Either she sunbathed naked or, more likely, not at all, for her skin from neck to toes was a pure, creamy white, gleaming in the nightlight like alabaster.
Gail too was watching in amazement as Niki gathered her discarded clothes in a neat pile and left them on the rug. She stood up straight next to the bed and smiled down at Gail.
"Stand up, please, I'd like to undress you." Gail caught Curt's eye again as she stood up beside the bed. He shrugged.
"You're very beautiful," Niki whispered. "I wanted you from the day we first met."
She pushed back Gail's hair from her shoulders and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers were pale and extremely thin, opening each button slowly and delicately as if she wanted to prolong the act. When the buttons were undone she slipped the blouse out of Gail's jeans and stepped behind her to pull it free of her arms.
Gail, as always, was braless, her larger, rounder, darker tits quivering loosely as Niki stepped back in front of her. The blonde ran her hand tenderly over Gail's chest, fingering the wide, pink circle of her huge aureoles, tweaking her small, sunken nipples.
"Yes," Niki murmured under her breath, "you are very beautiful."
Gail pulled in her flat, hard belly as Niki fidgeted with her snap and zipper. The blonde peeled back the flaps of the fly slowly, as if she were opening a surprise package, then crooked her fingers in the waistband and slipped the white jeans down Gail's dark, fleshy thighs. Curt could see Gail's thick black bush through the sheer material of her panties.
When the panties, too, were around her ankles, Gail herself pulled them free, then turned and hopped right into bed, her full tits wobbling heavily. She wore only the choker now, lying back with her head on the pillow, legs almost closed, as Niki slowly sank down onto the mattress.
Curt's cock was as hard as nails, throbbing painfully. He twisted in his seat to adjust the staff more comfortably under his slacks. He had a disturbing feeling that what he was about to witness would be more torture than pleasure-if he weren't permitted to join the fray himself.
"Just lie back and relax," Niki murmured as she climbed into bed. "Let me please you."
Gail's eyes were wide open, her arms behind her head. Niki knelt beside her, running her palm slowly along Gail's flesh, caressing the inside of her thighs, patting her belly, twirling a finger around in her deep navel. With her other hand, she massaged Gail's tits lovingly, working the puttylike flesh carefully in her fingers.
Curt noticed Gail's legs part slightly as Niki brought her hand up along her thighs and into the dense growth of her bush. She combed the black hair with her fingers, then slid one finger through the fluff and lightly stroked Gail's narrow cunt lips.
Niki's tits hung forward pendulously as she bent down and placed a soft kiss on Gail's belly. The brunette shifted slightly under the caress. Niki moved upward along Gail's torso, reaching in to cup one of her breasts and then covering it with her silent kisses.
She used both hands to mold the tanned sphere, her tongue worming out deftly to tickle the dark nipple. Then Curt saw her open her mouth and suck the entire aureole between her lips with a loud, wet slurp. Gail was beginning to squirm gently, moving her feet up and down along the mattress. It was obvious that Niki was beginning to reach her.
The blonde worked on one tit, then shifted to the other, leaving them both glistening with her saliva. Gail's nipples had sprung to life, both taut and inflamed from Niki's skillful work. Pressing the heavy jugs together from the sides now, the blonde shot out her tongue again and edged it into the tight, deep crevice between them.
Gail's chest was rising and falling with her heavy breath, her thighs tensing as Niki brought a hand down along her belly and stroked her thighs without ceasing her work on Gail's tits.
"Do you like that?" Niki whispered, looking up in Gail's face.
Gail didn't open her eyes. "Oh, yes, it feels really good. Don't stop."
The blonde leaned over and pressed her lips firmly against Gail's, still palming her thighs. Gail's arms left the pillow and embraced her as they kissed passionately. Her belly was beginning to undulate with her quickening lust.
Curt was so horny he wanted to scream as he listened to the wet smack of their lips, the soft rustling of the bed, the loud, sensual sound of Gail's deepening breath. He could hardly see their faces now, both hidden by the shower of Niki's long blonde hair.
Suddenly Niki broke the embrace and began licking madly over Gail's neck, then her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Gail needed no urging to open her legs, bending her knees and pushing her crotch up impatiently as the blonde lapped closer and closer to her cunt.
"Oh, Niki, touch me," Gail murmured, her eyes closed, head back on the pillow, her fists opening and closing in anticipation.
Still Niki teased, the tip of her tongue twirling around in Gail's deep navel, then trailing over her hips and along the inside of her parted thighs. Finally she gripped her tanned legs with two hands, pushed them apart even further, and pressed her face against Gail's drooling cunt.
The brunette gasped, her body stiffened. Niki reached up with her thumbs and spread the cunt lips apart, then lapped hungrily along the bright red flaps. When her tongue found Gail's throbbing clit, the brunette shook all over with frenzied, urgent lust, arching her waist from the bed in slow, smooth undulations.
Curt could see Niki's head moving up and down as her tongue licked steadily along Gail's cunt lips, could hear the delicate slurping sounds as she drank in the freely flowing passion juice. He leaned forward in his chair, eyes riveted on the bed, heart pounding and prick pulsing furiously. For a moment, he thought he would come just watching.
Niki slid her hands under Gail's buttocks as she raised them, palming the dark cheeks and pressing Gail's crotch against her eager lips. Now her tongue had disappeared, her lips were pulling Gail's clit into her mouth with the suction of a vacuum cleaner, sending bolts of desperate pleasure through Gail's quivering body.
Niki was lying flat on the bed by now, her head between Gail's legs, her crotch moving with rhythmic passion against the mattress. Her soft white buttocks tensed and relaxed with each slow movement. Curt had the urge to dash over and ram his gorged cock right between the shimmering cheeks to cool her heat immediately, but he was so enrapt he could hardly consider moving.
"Oh Niki!" Gail suddenly warbled. "Don't stop!
I feel it ... I feel it coming!"
The blonde slurped noisily for a few seconds more, then abruptly pulled her head away.
"Not yet, darling," she grinned at the whimpering brunette. "I've got so much more to show you."
Niki stood up on the bed, straddled Gail's body, and sat down gently on her belly, throwing her long hair behind her shoulders with a quick jerk of the head. Gail opened her eyes, staring glassily at the blonde bush.
"Now you'll love me," Niki whispered.
"I've never...."
"You'll be wonderful."
Niki slid her body over Gail's chest and sat on her tits, staring down at the brunette's tortured face. Gail reached up and cupped her hands in Niki's waist, then slipped her lips and nose between the blonde's cunt lips to spread them. The moment she lapped out for the first time, Niki shuddered heavily and threw her head back, pushing her crotch greedily into Gail's face.
Gail worked gingerly at first, caressing the thin cunt lips with the tip of her tongue, twirling her tongue around the raw, prominent clit. Little by little she began delving further into the dewy slice, using her lips as well as her tongue, sucking loudly and pulling her lips away only to gasp for air.
Now Niki's eyes were closed. She leaned back on her hands, her crotch pushed forward into Gail's face. The long blonde hair fell over Gail's thighs, gleaming in the dim nightlight.
The whole bed was rocking now, Niki bouncing up and down on Gail's chest, Gail's hips rising and falling in unattended hunger. Her legs bent and unbent, her toes curled and uncurled, her breath was loud and quick as she feasted deliriously on Niki's moist blonde pussy. The way she worked it was hard to believe she was a novice.
Niki, hardly a novice, knew that Gail could wait no longer for her caress. Without warning, she withdrew her crotch from Gail's mouth and flipped over on top of her, straddling her on all fours. Gail's hands reached out immediately and pulled Niki's hips down to her face. The blonde settled down gently, pressing Gail's thighs apart again and diving into her pussy.
The sight of the two women locked in their embrace was enough to take Curt's breath away. Gail's face was buried in Niki's cunt, her fingers digging into the blonde's tight buttocks, Niki's hands moving up and down Gail's thighs as she sucked madly at her cunt. Their bodies undulated in unison, their breath came quick and loud.
Suddenly Niki grabbed Gail around the waist and flipped her over. The brunette came down on top of Niki's body, her head still pressed into her crotch. Now it was Niki's fingers that were digging lustfully into Gail's fleshy buttocks, her face buried in the brown-frizzed cunt.
Gail pulled her head away from Niki's pussy from time to time for a breath of air, then dove back between her thighs to lap frantically at her sopping chasm. Each breath came as a trembling cry. She was obviously nearing her end again.
But once more Niki had other plans. Just when Curt was certain that Gail was about to enter a screaming climax, the blonde pushed Gail's hips from on top of her face and rolled her over on the bed.
"Oh, Niki, please, please ... " Gail shuddered. "Just another few seconds ... "
"Not yet, darling."
Gail lay back on the bed squirming in need, but Niki was merciless. She reached over the bed to her pile of clothes, found her pocketbook, and slipped her hand inside. Curt gasped as she extracted a long, perfectly contoured rubber dildo.
Gail gasped, too, when she saw the tool.
"Niki, not that, I just want you to touch me."
Without answering, Niki lay down beside Gail and reached into her pussy with her free hand, rubbing the oozing cunt lips teasingly. Gail's eyes were closed again, her legs still threshing.
Curt's heart rose into his throat as he watched Niki slide the long rod between her lips to wet it. When it was glistening with her saliva, she pushed open Gail's thighs and began rubbing the fathead along Gail's cunt lips.
"Okay, okay," Gail shivered. "Do it, do it right now!"
Niki eased the bulbous crown between Gail's reddened flaps, twisting it around for leverage. Gail's whole body shook violently. Gently the blonde worked the head into Gail's channel, sliding it in and out to spread the opening in preparation for the huge tool.
Curt watched in dazed fascination as first a half inch, then a full inch, then two and three inches of the sculptured rod worked its way into Gail's body.
The rubber was gleaming with moisture in the nightlight as it emerged from her pussy, the line between wet and dry rubber marking just how much of the tool Gail had accepted.
"Now isn't that nice?" Niki murmured.
"Oh yes, very ... " Gail's voice trailed away as Niki thrust the rod into her cunt a full four inches, then withdrew it quickly. Gail's hips arched upwards, hungering for more. The blonde twisted the dildo head around between Gail's cunt lips, then drilled it back into her body with a strong lunge, six inches this time lost in Gail's pussy.
Once Gail had taken in the entire length of the tool, Niki began thrusting it in and out of her cunt steadily, twisting it occasionally inside her. Without interrupting her work, Niki managed to twist herself around to face Gail's feet, lowering her pale buttocks onto Gail's heaving belly.
Bending over, the blonde lapped out at Gail's clit, the thick rubber rod still sailing in and out of Gail's channel only a few millimeters from Niki's lips. Her pointy breasts hung down below her, the stiff nipples barely touching Gail's belly.
Curt could hear his heart beating in his ears as he watched Niki's tongue wind around Gail's clit, the long dildo disappearing and reappearing as Niki thrust it ruthlessly in and out of the brunette's cunt. With each lunge came a sharp, wet sound and another hoarse cry from Gail.
The time had come; Curt could wait no longer. If Niki objected to his entrance he'd simply throw her out of the bed and dive on Gail, who by now was certainly hungering for a real piece of hard, hot cockflesh.
He stood up and began undressing frantically. Gail's eyes were closed, Niki's head bent over as she tongued Gail's clit. Neither of the girls could see him strip off his underwear, his long, vein-wrought cock standing stiff right up to his navel.
He stepped to the end of the bed, looking down at Gail's spread legs and the top of Niki's blonde head. When Niki caught sight of him in the corner of her eye she looked up, cunt juice dripping from her lips. Her eyes settled immediately on his thick, upright member.
"Move over, honey, it's time for the real thing."
Gail opened her eyes. They gleamed at the sight of Curt.
"Oh, Curt, hurry, fuck me like you've never fucked before!"
Niki slipped the dildo from Gail's cunt and dismounted as Curt dove onto the bed. Gail's legs quickly wrapped around his back as he settled himself down on top of her. His cock needed no manual guidance to find her gapping chasm. He felt the pulsing cockhead against her fiery lips and steered it between them, then lunged boldly and stuffed her to the hilt.
"Oh, good Christ!" Gail wailed.
Her arms were around his neck, her legs on his back as he skewered her again and again, shaking the bed with his furious strokes. His cock drove easily in and out of her drooling gorge, his balls swung madly against her thick bush. He pressed her heavy breasts together with his hand and sunk his tongue in the slice between them, scorching his cheeks with the burning flesh of her tan, spongy tits. Her nipples beat furiously against his face, her entire body jolted each time he plugged her.
Suddenly Niki's head appeared over Gail's, her lips caressed her neck, her cheeks, and then pressed firmly against her lips. Curt could hear the wet kiss as he lunched on Gail's nipples. Glancing up he caught sight of the two tongues worming out in mid-air, one tip twining around the other, then disappearing as Niki pressed her lips against Gail's again.
Already jism was edging into Curt's prick, spurred on by the sight of the women's loving caress. He slowed his strokes to savor each delightful moment. This was one orgasm he had no intention of rushing.
Gail, however, had no such plans. Her hips thrashed fiercely against his as if she were trying to rip his cock right from his body with her snug, flexing cunt. One minute he slowed his thrusts to torture her, then quickened his pace and slammed her again and again onto the bed with his crude lunges. Her legs were kicking wildly above his taut buttocks.
Gail was almost screaming as Niki ceased her caress and crawled around behind Curt. He continued with his jackhammer thrusts, determined to bring Gail to a quick end now. Suddenly he felt a hand on his buttocks, then another. Good God, she was going to rim him!
Hot breath, then wet lips, then a nimble tongue. Curt could hear himself gasping as Niki spread his cheeks with her hands and edged her tongue between them. First she lapped slowly from one end of his crack to the other, then spread his cheeks apart further with her hands and slid her tongue into his anus, fluttering the tip delicately.
Niki sucked, kissed, lapped at his bunghole, slipping her tongue from his tight passage to ream his crack from end to end. A thin finger found his anus and drove suddenly into his body, sending a surprised spasm through his entire body.
"Holy Christ, Gail," he crooned, "she's driving me out of my mind!"
His thrusts continued at fever pitch as Niki's finger slashed in and out of his asshole. Suddenly he felt her tongue against his swinging balls. Then, just as suddenly, he felt the entire sac immersed in the heat of her mouth.
His balls were churned around in Niki's mouth, his asshole filled and unfilled by her long finger. He could hardly breathe. He gripped the sides of the mattress for support and plowed into Gail's cunt with the fury of a madman.
Gail, too, was gasping. Her body began to shake spastically, her hips flew upwards against his, her feet beat savagely against his back. At last she was entering her climax.
The bed shook so violently he thought it would break as Gail soared into a kicking, screaming end, her fingernails digging into his back, her breath now a steady, rising wail. She seemed to peak for a full minute as he drilled her, his own end approaching rapidly, urged on by Niki's deft mouth and finger work.
But once Gail had finished her convulsive end, Curt decided he'd prefer to spend his jism after he'd sampled something more than Niki's lips and fingers. He slowed along with Gail until she dropped her legs to the bed in exhaustion, eyes closed, grinning from ear to ear. Niki's finger was still burrowing into his asshole.
With one motion he pulled his buttocks away from her grasp and slid his cock from Gail's sated pussy. He turned on the bed. Niki was glaring at him, her eyes somewhat glassy, her long hair covering her pert breasts.
"Okay, baby, your turn," Curt grinned, gripping his thick organ. "It's hard, it's hot, and it's ready."
Niki, surprisingly, needed no further coaxing. She flipped over and knelt on all fours, pushing her milk-white buttocks invitingly towards him. He knelt behind her and steered his cock between her legs, rubbing the cockhead slowly against her blonde-fringed cunt lips.
She spread her legs further. Holding her hips between his palms, he eased his cock through her wet portals, then with a slow lunge brought his pelvis against her buttocks, his cock into the depths of her cunt.
Her head was bent over, her hair falling onto the mattress, her tits quivering deliciously underneath as he skewered her gracefully. He watched his moist prick glide easily from her cunt, then disappear again between her thighs and into the snugness of her pussy. His balls swung steadily against her soft, pale cheeks.
With each thrust she gave a little cry, shaking her ass invitingly. He pulled her hips back to meet each lunge, then pushed them forward so that his cock slid in and out of her pussy without any movement of his hips. Her cunt was red hot, tight, and twitching eagerly.
Curt bent over and cupped her dangling tits in his palms as he continued to stuff her. Her nipples were as hard as nails. He buried his face in her hair and held on for dear life as jism once again made its way into his pistoning member.
Immediately Gail hopped off the bed and walked around to the other end, bending over to kiss Niki's lips as the blonde huffed and puffed under Curt's drives. Then the brunette lay down on her back and slid underneath Niki, sliding her head between her legs and then lifting it to caress Niki's gaping cunt lips.
Now the blonde was gasping and whining, her body jolted violently by Curt's quickening thrusts. He could hear Gail sucking noisily on Niki's pussy, ravaging her clit with her lips just under Curt's churning pole. He could feel his balls swinging against Gail's face now as he plowed into Niki at top speed.
Jism bloated his member, his breath disappeared. Then, just as he slid the cock from Niki's body again, he felt Gail's tongue lapping along the cockflesh, nibbling with her lips at the base. He burrowed into the blonde again, Gail's lips on his balls now, then slid out again, her tongue quickly switching to his emerging cock.
"Oh God, Gail, that feels great! Oh Good Christ!...."
With a loud groan he drilled his cock back into Niki's quivering cunt and in one massive burst blasted his molten jism into her body. Niki screamed, then shook violently. As if Curt's orgasm was the trigger of her own, she entered her end immediately, her cunt flexing around his spurting tool.
He continued to ram into her until the last drop of scum was drained from his balls, then collapsed on top of her in relieved satisfaction. Niki's shrieks gradually gave way to a pleased purr as her ass ceased gyrating, her cunt unflexed around his enveloped prick.
Gail reached up as Curt withdrew his cock, bending the rod downward and sliding it into her mouth to cleanse it of Niki's lovejuice. When she'd sucked it dry she too collapsed on the bed.
Curt lay back to catch his breath, Niki sat up at the end of the bed, grinning broadly.
"You know I've thought about doing that for a long time now," Curt sighed. "And it was every bit as good as I'd thought it would be."
Niki looked down at Gail. "And how do you feel, darling?"
Gail had only to grin for an answer.
Niki settled down between Gail's legs. "You must be ready for more by now."
Niki was unstoppable. Within a few minutes she'd worked Gail into a frenzy with her careful tongue work. Curt sat back at the head of the bed and watched in amusement as the two women recoupled in the sixty-nine position. In ten minutes his cock was rigid again.
This time he attacked Gail from behind, bringing her to another climax with ten minutes of steady thrusts. When he'd finished Niki dove on his cock, sucking and licking until he, too, was ready to explode. But at the last moment she pushed him back on the bed and mounted him, reaching her own climax just before Curt emptied his balls into her twisting, squirming cunt.
He rolled over on his side, totally exhausted. Surely, he thought, the girls were ready for a nap. The bed was still for a moment as he began to doze off.
Then, he felt the mattress rocking again. Just before he fell out he could hear them both panting again, the wet sound of lip against cunt.
He dreamed of two women mounting him in his sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Lorraine Haines slipped off her glasses as she looked up from the sheet of paper.
"Yes, Mr. Russell, I like it very much. You know usually when we ask a prospective employee to explain why he'd like to work with us the results are rather long-winded and self-congratulatory. Your writing is honest and concise."
Curt recrossed his legs in the chair and smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."
"There's only one thing that bothers me." She replaced her glasses and glanced at the paper again. The ivory-colored frames were as smooth and pale as her cheeks. "I see here that you're unmarried. We do usually prefer married men. We've found they tend to be more dependable, less likely to leave on short notice."
Curt stared back. Her blonde hair was pulled into such a tight bun it seemed to stretch the corners of her eyes. "Well, Miss-er, Ms. Haines, I'm working on that now."
She removed her glasses again and slipped them into a blouse pocket. "In any case, I'll show this to Mr. Keller. I'm sure he'll be impressed." She stood up from the desk. "Would you wait here?"
"Surely."
Curt did not look at her as she stepped around the desk, but turned back to peek as she walked toward the door. A long dress and thick stockings did little to show off her slender legs.
When the door had closed he sat back and lit a cigarette, glancing absently around the Dean's office. This was his third interview with Lorraine's firm. His prospects were improving. In just a few days final exams would begin, and he was so close to landing the job of his choice that he could almost taste it.
Curt had just stubbed out his cigarette when Lorraine opened the door and leaned into the office.
"Mr. Keller will see you now."
Curt jumped up and started for the door.
"Thank you again."
She led him to an almost identical office a few steps down the hall. The moment they entered, a man in a dark business suit rose from behind a desk and extended his hand.
"Jack, Jack Keller."
They shook hands.
"Pleased to meet you."
He was about forty years old, stocky but not overweight, clean-shaven, with a hairline retreating almost halfway over the top of his head.
The moment Lorraine had left the room and closed the door, Jack gave Curt a wink and nodded in her direction. "Well, what do you think?"
"You mean about Miss Haines?" Curt shrugged. "Oh, she's charming, I guess."
"Charming," Jack scoffed. "She's as charming as a pocket calculator. The hell with her charm.
How 'bout her ass!"
Curt stood in mute surprise as Jack dropped down behind the desk.
"She drives me crazy sometimes, flitting in and out of my office all day long. One of these days ... " Jack shrugged. "Anyway, Lorraine has recommended you highly. Nothing has been determined yet, of course, but I'd say your prospects look excellent."
Curt felt his face break into a broad smile. "That's good to hear, Mr. Keller."
"Please, call me Jack. We may be working together before long." He leaned back and propped a foot on the desk. "Nice school you've got here. I studied at night school myself, you know."
"To tell you the truth, I can't wait to get out of here," Curt answered. "It seems I've been in school for my entire life." He chuckled. "Now that I think of it, I have!"
"I know how you feel. We'll be coming back here next week during finals, and I might be able to give you definite word then. Of course, everything is contingent on your passing the exams."
"Of course."
Jack gazed off in thought. "So you think she's charming, eh? You know what I think?" He leaned forward over the desk and lowered his voice. "I think she needs a good, hard fuck. Know what I mean?"
"Perhaps she's already getting it," Curt grinned.
"Not a chance," Jack laughed. "She works till eight or nine every night and she's never late in the morning. Besides, I know a bit about her persona life; we talk. I bet she hasn't been laid in a year."
"I take it you've tried?"
Jack groaned. "I'm a married man. But one of these days ... " He took a deep breath. "Well, I've got a few more people to see right now. I'll be talking to you next week."
Curt stood up and reached over the desk to shake Jack's hand. "I hope it works out."
"So do I. Good night, Mr. Russell."
"Good night, and thanks again, Mr. Keller."
"It's Jack."
"Then good night, Jack." Curt started for the door, then turned and winked. "And good luck."
* * *
Ronnie yanked off her stereo headphones, and in an instant the ear-splitting rock music gave way to total silence. It was no use, the music had done nothing to take her mind off her boredom. She set the headphones on the table beside the stereo and clicked off the receiver, then lay back glumly in bed. Outside the window it was fully dark now. She glanced at the clock. Nine. The house was quiet. That meant Cindy hadn't arrived home yet from her shopping trip. At this point, Ronnie thought, even a game of cards would be better than nothing.
She picked up the phone and dialed one of her girlfriends. No answer. Probably out with her boyfriend, fucking her tail off in the back set of his car. Nothing to do now but try to kill time.
After five minutes of blank staring at the wall she decided to slip downstairs for a snack. Perhaps there might be something on television. She opened the bedroom door and stepped barefoot down the carpeted stairs.
The lights were out in the living room, but the TV set was on. She expected to find her brother-inlaw Keith sitting on the sofa, but the room was empty. She walked quickly past the TV and was about to enter the kitchen when she glanced back and saw him.
It was Keith, sound asleep on the couch in front of the TV set. He was stark naked.
At first Ronnie looked away and continued into the kitchen, but she stopped in the doorway. He was snoring faintly, lying on his back. She stood in the doorway for a few moments, then tiptoed closer over the rug.
She'd seen Keith's body many times before in a bathing suit. The bulging biceps, the broad, muscular chest, the taut, sinewy thighs, the boldly defined muscles that could only come from steady work with weights. What she had never glimpsed before, however, was the dark, veiny, unbelievably long cock lying flaccid over his thigh.
Ronnie gaped incredulously at the monstrous tool. Her sister Cindy had often bragged that her husband was hung like a horse, but Ronnie still wasn't prepared for this! And the cock was limp! She could scarcely imagine what it might look like at full readiness.
Even the balls were huge. A thick blonde bush surrounded the organ, a light bed of downy blonde hairs covered the muscle-bound body. Ronnie stared for a few more moments, then turned away and ran back up the stairs, both stunned at the sight of the gargantuan rod and peeved that he would have the nerve to lie naked in the living room.
She closed her bedroom door softly and sat on the bed, but she couldn't get the sight of Keith's fearsome cock out of her mind-except to think of Curt's more manageable organ. It had been three days since she'd visited Curt, due to the job hunting that had taken up most of her recent afternoons. The prospect of waiting all night to see him in the laundromat the next afternoon seemed like sheer torture. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Standing up beside the bed, she stripped off her clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. Her broad, spongy nipples were fully erect, the aureoles flecked with goose bumps. She cupped the hefty mounds in her hands and stared into the mirror, then sat down on the edge of the bed with her feet dangling.
Her red bush was dry and fluffy. She opened her thighs and reached in with her fingers to spread apart the furry pie. Her think, scalloped cunt lips were slightly moist. Staring down, she spread the folds further and pushed with a thumb to raise the hood over her clit. The fleshy kernel protruded through the lips, smooth, shiny, pink and pulsing.
With the tip of her finger she began stroking the tender morsel, first gently and slowly, then more firmly and quickly as her cunt became wet with excitement. Using her index finger and thumb to hold open the lips, she slid her middle finger through the portals and into the warmth of her snug pussy.
Across the room her image in the mirror stared back head on, her spread crotch in plain view. Curiously, as if she were looking at someone else, she watched the finger slide in and out of her hairy gash, another finger moving in short, quick strokes over her exposed clitoris.
Her heart quickened, blood tingled in her groin as she diligently worked herself into a deepening frenzy. Her hips were beginning to move in rhythm with her fingers, lifting her up and down on the bed, spinning in slow, sensuous gyrations.
Her pussy was dripping with excitement now. She added her index finger to her middle digit and slid both into her chasm, feeling the wet walls contracting around them. Spreading her thighs apart further, she edged the fingers in as far as she could, pressing her knuckles against the gaping cunt lips. Still she could not claim that fully stuffed sensation.
Adding yet a third finger, she worked the digits in and out quickly, whipping up a froth of warm nectar. With her other hand, she still stroked her bulging clitoris. Yes, she could feel it coming, slowly, steadily, from deep within her body.
She fell back on the bed, arching her legs, and worked furiously with her fingers, churning, twisting, stroking, tweaking, thrusting her hips upwards to simulate the motions of love. Closing her eyes, she pictured Curt's hard cock slicing into her, then Keith's incredible organ hard and hot inside her body.
Suddenly the phone began to ring. She continued her work for another few seconds, but could no longer concentrate. She sat up with her fingers still inside her cunt.
She was about to reach for the receiver next to her bed when the ringing stopped. Keith must have answered the phone. She listened but could hear nothing through the closed bedroom door. Carefully she lifted the phone from the hook, covered the mouthpiece, and put the receiver to her ear.
It was Cindy...." half hour or so. I'm getting gas right now."
"Hurry up." Keith's voice. "I was just lying on the couch dreaming of that tight little twat of yours."
Cindy giggled. "To you any twat would be tight, wouldn't it? What have you got in mind?"
"I'm going to sock it to you right here on the living room floor."
"Isn't Ronnie home?"
"No, thank God." He chuckled. "If she does come home I'll have you screaming so loud she'll be squirming in her bedroom."
Cindy giggled again. "I'll get home as soon as I can."
Ronnie hung up the receiver carefully and cursed aloud. Those bastards, those rotten fuckin bastards! They knew all along that she could hear them in her bedroom-and worse, it turned them on to know she was listening!
She sat on the bed fuming for a full five minutes. She hated Keith, hated her sister, hated the house and her entire situation. If only she had a few dollars in her pocketbook. She glanced down at her pussy. The hair was flecked with moisture, the lips raw and red. But she'd lost all interest in masturbating.
Her mind worked feverishly. She had to get even with them somehow, and she couldn't bear the thought of patient revenge. She would barge into their bedroom-no, that would be dangerous. She would pretend not to be at home and watch them from the top of the stairs-no, what would they care? They'd probably enjoy it.
Then, an idea crossed her mind.
She reached for the phone and quietly dialed Curt's number. Maybe he'd already arrived home from school....
"Hello?"
Thank God. "It's me, Ronnie."
"Oh, hi, babe. Long time no see."
"Curt, you're not doing anything tonight, are you?"
"Studying, if that's what you mean."
"But you're not going out?"
"No."
"Good. I've got a surprise for you. I want you to come over my house."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, please. You won't be sorry."
"Can you give me a hint?"
"Just come over. But don't ring the bell, I don't want anyone to know you're here."
"Then how the hell?...."
"Listen carefully. Park down the block and sneak into the back yard. There's a shed behind the garage, climb up the shed to the roof of the garage. You can climb into my bedroom window from there."
"Wait a minute," Curt laughed. "I haven't pulled that trick off in years."
"Please, Curt, do it for me. I promise you won't be sorry."
There was a pause before Curt answered. "Okay, I guess I can make it. But this better be worth the trouble...."
"It will. And hurry. Come over right away."
"Sure, babe, sure. Back yard, shed, garage roof, window." He laughed. "Just like old times."
"Bye. And hurry."
Ronnie hung up the phone and began dressing hurriedly. Tonight, she thought, it would be her turn to laugh.
* * *
Curt clicked off his radio as he turned left onto Ronnie's block. He'd seen the house only once before, when he'd driven her home after an afternoon at the laundromat. He knew her situation, she'd complained enough about her sister and brother-in-law, but he'd met neither of them. Tonight he assumed they must both be out, for Ronnie had explained that she could never have him over as long as they were home. House rules: no guests, and especially no men. But then, if they weren't home, why did he have to sneak in through the bedroom window?
He drove past the house and parked a block away. The street was quiet, the moon full in a starry sky. He locked the car and walked slowly up the block, his soft-soled shoes silent on the sidewalk.
Ronnie's house was dark downstairs, one window alone illuminated by what looked like the light of a television set. Upstairs a light was burning in a window over the garage. He stopped at the driveway, glanced up the street to make sure no one was looking, and tiptoed along the side of the house.
The full moon provided plenty of light in the back yard. He found the shed, climbed quietly on top of it, and pulled himself up on the roof of the garage. He crawled on all fours to the lit window and peered inside. Ronnie was sitting up in bed, filing her nails.
He knocked gently on the glass. She hopped out of bed immediately and threw open the window.
"Curt! I wasn't sure you'd come!"
She was beaming as he climbed in through the window. She embraced him as soon as he stood up.
"Thank God you didn't run into my sister."
He brushed himself off while she closed the window. "Now, kindly explain what this is all about."
She tittered. "We're going to have a little fun tonight. Right here in my house."
"Is that the surprise?"
"Not all of it," she grinned. "I've got something special in mind."
Curt sat down on the bed. "You call me up and beg me to come over to your house. Then, a grown man with his own apartment, I climb through a second-story window into your bedroom. Now, damn it, I want to know what's going on."
"Shhh!"
She went to the bedroom door and cracked it an inch. "Cindy's home. You just missed her." She closed the door again. "It won't be long now."
Curt folded his arms. "Start talking."
She sat down beside him and, whispering, explained what had happened-and what she'd planned. At first Curt had the urge to sneak right back out the bedroom window and drive home, with or without Ronnie. Her plans did sound amusing, but hardly worth the risk.
Yet Ronnie was adamant. They weren't risking anything, she insisted, there was no chance in the world they'd be caught as long as they were quiet. When her logic failed to convince him, she switched to charm, promising him any favor in the world if he'd agree to do what she'd asked. And there was one favor that jumped immediately to Curt's mind.
At length, he agreed.
"Oh, I knew you would." She threw her arms around him and kissed him, then just as quickly disentangled herself and stood up.
"You just wait here for a minute."
She opened the bedroom door and disappeared. Curt sat on the bed, wondering why in God's name he was going along with her wild scheme. And final exams were only a few days away....
Ronnie slipped back into the room, her face as white as a sheet.
"I don't believe it ... " she murmured.
"What is it?"
"His ... Good God!"
Curt stood up. "Ronnie, what is it?"
"You'll have to look for yourself. They've already started. Come on. Keep low-and quiet!"
Ronnie led the way, opening the door again and crawling into the hallway on her belly. Curt followed on his hands and knees.
The carpeted hallway ran the length of the upper floor. The far end of the corridor was open on one side, overlooking the first floor. A wooden banister extended along the edge of the balcony-like hall, above the staircase. Ronnie and Curt crawled to the edge and peered through the railing bars, over the stairs and into the living room.
The lights were out, but the room was well lit by the television set. A young girl with dirty-blonde hair was standing beside the sofa, taking off her clothes.
Then Curt caught sight of Keith sitting in an armchair on the opposite side of the room, facing the stairway but looking at the girl.
"Good God...."
"Shhh!" Ronnie whispered.
"Is that fuckin thing real?"
"SHH!"
Ronnie had tried to prepare Curt for the sight, but Keith's mammoth cock still stunned him. The muscular young man sat in the chair with his legs apart, his member fully erect. The thick, extremely long shaft was wrought with bulging veins, the huge reddened cockhead half the size of a tennis ball. The organ arched up his belly, reaching well past his navel. Curt could only guess its length, but one thing was certain: that cock was larger than he'd ever thought possible.
He glanced at Ronnie. Her eyes were glued on the scene in the living room. Or more specifically, on Keith's gorged prick.
Curt whispered in Ronnie's ear. "What the hell is he going to do with it?"
"Three guesses," she whispered back.
"I'll believe it when I see it."
Ronnie held a finger over her lips to quiet him. He doubted their whispers could be heard over the television set.
Cindy slid her jeans down to her ankles and kicked them across the room. She said something to Keith that Curt couldn't hear, but Keith only smiled back, his eyes roaming over her body while she stripped.
This certainly is a surprise, Curt said to himself. There was no way in the world a woman, especially one as petite as Cindy, was going to cram that trunk inside her. He pressed himself down on the ground, his chin against the carpet, Ronnie prone beside him, and prepared for the spectacle.
The girl was cute, with clear cheeks and a small, button nose, although he could find little resemblance with Ronnie. Her light hair hung down straight in back, reaching a few inches past her neck. Like Ronnie her flesh was nicely tanned, but her breasts were smaller and more pointy. And her bush, he discovered as she slipped her panties down the length of her slender legs, was blonde in contrast to Ronnie's red.
Keith was grinning as Cindy stepped towards him, her taut buttocks quivering gently. Without a word between them she knelt down between his legs and took his hard prick in hand around the base.
She's going down on him, Curt thought. This I've got to see. He doubted if she'd be able to take in half of it.
Her hand barely reached around the girth of his cock. Holding the tool upright, she bent over and began licking probingly around the bulbous cockhead, her free hand slowly stroking his blonde-flecked thighs.
She worked deliberately on the cockhead for a few minutes, from time to time gliding her tongue down the length of his staff to lick at the base. The bloated crown gleamed brightly in the television light, soaked in her saliva.
Finally she took the swollen knob between her lips and, after sucking for a few moments, started down the length of the shaft. Curt watched an inch, a second, a third, a fourth slip into her mouth, then reappear glistening wet as she moved upwards again. Her tongue shot out, curling around his cockhead, her lips closed again, and once more four inches of the broad trunk disappeared into her mouth.
This time, however, she did not start up the shaft again. Instead, she sucked noisily on the four inches, then twisted her head slightly and gulped down another two inches. Still a good three or four inches remained exposed below her lips, with room enough for her entire hand to grip his organ around the base.
She moved up the pole again, lapped quickly at the cockhead, and plunged down again, devouring more than half of the hefty organ. Keith sat back in the chair, his eyes glued on her lips as she moved steadily up and down his cock. His hips were beginning to stir, the muscles in his thick thighs bulging plainly.
Curt could hear her slurping on the organ. His own cock was stiff already, pressed uncomfortably against the rug. He had half a mind to drag Ronnie right back into her bedroom and jump on her immediately, but he wouldn't miss Cindy and Keith's show for all the world.
Cindy was playing with Keith's balls now, tossing the heavy sac in her hand while she rose and fell over the sparkling member. Now she took in the six inches with one fell swoop, plunging quickly, rising slowly, her pace quickening steadily. Then, rising on her knees slightly as she plunged again, she dove right past the old watermark and gulped down another two inches, bringing her lips right down to her fist.
Curt had little time to marvel at the feat, however. No sooner had she gobbled most of the gargantuan member than Keith gently pushed her head away and stood up.
"Not this time, honey," he murmured. "Another few seconds and I wouldn't have anything left for your cunt."
They embraced standing up, his hands running up and down her narrow back, then cupping her firm buttocks. She spread her legs slightly, reaching down for his member. Then, standing on tiptoes, she guided the cockhead between her cunt lips and eased her hips forward, taking in the long shaft to the hilt.
Her scream was to be expected. They stood locked together for a few moments without moving, her tits crushed against his body, his cock lost inside her. When he bent his knees slightly and lunged upwards, she shrieked again, clawing at his back with her long, unpainted fingernails.
Keith pumped steadily into her, filling her again and again with the full brunt of his manhood. Her screams were driving Curt out of his mind.
Suddenly his hands found her buttocks and sunk into the doughy flesh, lifting her right off the ground. Her legs scissored closed around his back, her arms closed around his neck. Keith's thighs stiffened, the muscles in his chest and stomach bulged tremendously as he held her off the ground, impaling her mercilessly with every inch of his amazing prick.
He was huffing and puffing, she was moaning and groaning as he slammed his hips into hers, jolting her body rudely with each savage thrust. His whole body was glistening with sweat, veins protruding plainly from his thick biceps.
Almost howling now, she let go of his neck and curled backwards, her legs still locked around his back. He reached one hand under her and held her torso parallel to the floor, her hair falling loosely almost to the rug as her head shook back and forth in wild abandon.
Keith was grunting as he quickened his thrusts, driving his pole into her cunt with the speed and smoothness of a well-oiled machine. Suddenly he threw his head back and let out a deep, carnal groan. He was coming, and coming fast.
Cindy's whole body slithered in all directions as she too sailed into an orgasm, bawling deliriously. The two bodies jerked in unison as they crested, then gradually began to slow. When it was over, Cindy fell back on the rug, her back curled, her cunt still impaled by the invisible organ.
Her legs, too, dropped to the rug when Keith slid out of her cunt and sat back in the chair in exhaustion. They were both gasping for breath.
Ronnie tapped Curt and nodded back toward her bedroom. She crawled away first, he followed, still flat on his belly. His hard cock dragged painfully along the carpet.
Neither rose until they'd crawled completely inside the bedroom. Ronnie shut the door silently.
"Well, what did I tell you?" she whispered.
"I never would've believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."
Curt was already seated on the bed. She sat down beside him.
"I've got a talented sister, don't I?"
Curt shook his head in amazement. "You're not kidding. Must give you an eyeful, I bet."
"That's the first time I've ever watched them." She giggled. "If you weren't here with me I think I would've gone out of my mind."
"Or run downstairs to join them."
Ronnie stood up and pulled her blouse over her head. She was braless, her large nipples taut. "Take those clothes off, lover boy. I can't wait another minute."
Curt stood up and stripped naked. By the time he'd finished she was already sitting up in bed, staring down at his bloated member.
He hopped into bed beside her and reached out for her quavering breasts.
"Wait a minute," she whispered. "If we do it now Keith and Cindy will hear the bed creaking."
"Well what the hell?...."
"I've got something else in mind," she grinned. "The floor?"
"No. I've decided I'd like to give you a blow-job. If you'll teach me how."
Curt broke into a smile. "It's about time, I'd say."
"I'll never be as good as my sister."
"We'll see about that," Curt chuckled. "You've got an excellent teacher."
He sat up in bed, his head propped up on two pillows. This was one blow-job he was definitely going to savor.
"How do I start?" She was kneeling up in bed. "I mean where do I sit?"
"Right here, honey."
He spread his legs, and she crawled between them, facing him on her knees.
"Just bend down and get comfortable."
She leaned forward and took his cock lightly in her red-tipped fingers, lifting it upright. She scrutinized the rod as if she'd never seen it before, rubbing the shaft, squeezing the crown, cupping his balls in her palm.
"It's hard to believe," she murmured, glaring at the gorged member. "I mean that this whole thing could fit in anyone's mouth."
"You don't have to take the whole thing," he whispered. "Not right away, at least."
Gripping the shaft around the base, she planted a delicate kiss on the spongy cockhead. Her lips were warm and smooth.
"Just put the tip in your mouth, honey."
She slid the very end of his glans between her lips tentatively, then released it and looked up.
"It's hot, real hot. Feels sort of good."
He grinned. "Use your tongue, too."
She bent over again and kissed the tip, then licked out and caressed the rim of his cockhead. A tingle of pleasure rippled through his groin. The tip of her tongue found his pisshole and wormed in teasingly, then circled his crown and left it wet and gleaming.
Once again she edged the tip through her lips. "Go down on it, slowly."
Pursing her lips in a loose caress, she slid gently over the cockhead. Curt's groin tingled again as she passed the rim, enveloping the crown in the warmth of her mouth.
"That's beautiful, honey."
She began sucking hard on the glans.
"No, don't suck," he whispered. "Just take it in your mouth."
She nodded with the crown still between her lips, then moved very slowly down the shaft, taking in two inches of the pale, veiny flesh.
"Up and down, Ronnie, up and down."
Immediately she slid the shaft from her mouth, squeezed her lips around his cockhead, and slid down along the rod again.
"Beautiful!"
Encouraged by his compliment, she began moving steadily up and down the shaft, devouring a good three inches with each tantalizingly slow plunge. Her lips felt like melted butter against his pulsing cockflesh.
As she continued she became more sure of herself, sliding gracefully up and down the shaft, occasionally taking in an extra inch or two. The tip of his cock brushed the roof of her mouth from time to time as she plunged.
Suddenly she picked up her head and stared into his face. "Does that feel good?"
"That's perfect, Ronnie, just perfect," Curt whispered.
"Maybe I can take in a bit more."
She returned to work immediately, slipping half of his shaft through her lips and rising again, plunging, rising, plunging, rising. At the end of a plunge she stopped, as if considering her next move, then edged another inch into her mouth. Her lips were now close to her fist.
But she wasn't finished yet. One final movement brought her lips to the top of her fist, bathing nearly his entire shaft in her wet heat.
"God, that's great!" he gasped.
She let go of his cock, holding it in her mouth alone now, and very carefully moved further down.
He let out a soft groan as he felt her lips caress the base of his cock, his cockhead by now deep within her throat.
Abruptly she rose to the crown again, then dove back almost to the base. Curt's hips were beginning to squirm, guiding his prick into her mouth each time she swooped down.
"The balls," he sighed. "Touch my balls."
Bobbing up and down more quickly now, she cupped his tingling balls in her palm and stroked the hairy flesh, pushing the nuggets around in the sac. Her soft red hair was trailing over his thighs, her hot breath blowing quick on his bush at the end of each downward lunge. He had to stop her soon or he'd burst in her mouth-and he had no intention of ending his ecstasy that soon.
"Use your tongue too, honey."
Obediently she clasped his cock around the base again with her fist and slid the cock from her mouth, licking gingerly around the reddened knob, in and out of the pisshole, then lightly along the length of his shaft. When she reached the base she gobbled up his scrotum, working the balls around wetly in her mouth.
"Oh Lord!" He was positively squirming now. "You do learn fast!"
She sucked the flesh at the base of his cock between her lips as if she were trying to plant a hickey, then moved the vacuum-like caress upwards along the shaft. When she found the tender spot just below his cockhead, he reached out and held her head in place, letting her suck there for a full minute. When he let go, she immediately took the crown in her mouth again and plunged almost to the hilt.
"That's it ... that's the girl ... " He shuddered as his pulsating cock slipped in and out of her mouth, wet and well-oiled now with her saliva. Jism was soaring into his member. This time he wasn't sure he wanted to stop it.
Her breath was loud and quick now as she worked furiously, diving hungrily onto his stake, lapping out madly at the cockhead whenever she exposed it. She was obviously getting turned on by his passion. Suddenly, without instructions, she began twisting her head back and forth, spinning her lips around his shaft as she slid up and down, her hair flailing over his tense thighs.
No, he wasn't going to stop her this time. He thrust a leg between hers, pressing up against her cunt. Her bush, he discovered, was sopping wet.
"Lay down flat, honey, I want to feel those tits."
Without interrupting her skilled lip work, she sprawled out on the bed, his leg pressed snugly against her pussy. As he raised his thigh slightly he felt it sink into the warm, doughy flesh of her tit.
He placed a hand behind her head to guide her up and down more quickly, pumping gently with his hips to fill her mouth with each plunge. She was grinding her cunt against his leg, gasping for breath as she gobbled in his prick time and again, her movements smooth but rapid.
Her fingers found his balls again, her lips resumed their twisting, turning motion. Jism flooded his member. He waited until he was ready to burst, then pulled her head off his cock. The rod swelled momentarily, then fell with a slap to his groin.
"What's the matter, Curt?"
He took a deep breath. "I was about to come."
"Don't you want to?"
He looked down at her face. She was poised over his tense prick as if she couldn't wait to resume her work.
"Sure I do. But I thought...."
"You can come in my mouth if you want to," she murmured. "If this is my first time, I might as well go all the way."
"I'd love to."
She grinned. "I've always wondered what it tastes like, anyway."
He settled back, she took his rod upright in her hand again and slipped it into her mouth. A wave of hot pleasure swept over his balls as his cock was immersed in her gentle caress. Now she needed no instructions, taking in almost the entire prick with each plunge, juggling his balls in her palm, pressing her smoldering tits against his thighs.
In seconds jism had returned to his cock, urged upwards by each caress. His thighs stiffened, his toes curled. Breathing deeply, he prepared to blast into her mouth.
After one last curl of the tongue around his cockhead, she dove back on the shaft, her hot lips gliding smoothly along the stretched flesh. He lunged upwards, drilling the prick into her warmth. She rose halfway, he groaned, she plunged to the hilt just as his cock erupted in a burst of hot seed. She swallowed deeply with each spurt, still rising and falling furiously, drinking in his come with relish.
She continued sucking until his cock began to soften in her mouth, his balls completely drained of passion. His thighs unflexed, his feet dropped to the bed.
"Whew! You'll never need another lesson, I can tell you that, baby."
She slipped the cock from her mouth and looked up, grinning. "You liked it?"
"You don't even have to ask."
She licked her lips. A few drops of gism sparkled on the end of her tongue. "It didn't taste bad at all." She giggled. "That was fun."
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. They tasted salty with his seed.
"And now I'm going to suck on that beautiful red pussy of yours until it's bone dry."
She tittered. "And then can I do it again?"
"You've got an open invitation, honey. Anytime you're willing, I'm able."
Without warning he pushed her roughly onto her back, pried open her legs, and dove into her pussy. Before she knew what was happening, his fingers had spread her cunt lips and his tongue was snaking greedily over her oozing pussy.
She let out a scream, thrusting her hips into the air as he lapped wildly over her lips. She screamed again when he found her clit and sucked it ruthlessly between his lips.
The way she was kicking and wailing he thought she was going to come immediately. He swallowed her juices to avoid interrupting his work for breath, reaching up to grapple with her soft, wobbling tits. Then, he slid his palms under her steaming buttocks and lifted her from the bed, pressing his mouth tightly against her twitching pussy.
Curt had just remembered her comment about "not creaking the bed" when he heard the sound outside the door. My God, he thought, she's screaming and we forgot about....
The door swung open. Curt looked from Ronnie's pussy to find both Keith and Cindy standing in the doorway in open-mouthed awe. Curt dropped Ronnie to the bed and wiped his mouth, gaping helplessly at the intruders. Ronnie screamed in horror.
"Who the fuck are you!" Keith boomed, stepping into the room. Cindy checked him. "If you're not out of this house in thirty seconds they're going to find you in the gutter in your birthday suit!"
Curt didn't have to be told again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Curt stubbed out his cigarette in an overflowing ashtray.
"So I jumped in my car and got the hell out of there. I never guessed I'd hear anything further till I got the bad news this morning."
Gail was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed underneath her. She grinned. "Well, you know what they say: If you want to play you've got to pay."
"It's not funny." He paced across the living room, cursing when he caught sight of the law books piled on top of his desk. "You know what it would mean if Keith went through with it? Four years of law school down the drain!"
How could he have been so foolish, so stupidly careless? With the back room at the laundromat at his disposal-not to mention his own apartmentwhy had he agreed to play a silly teenage game and sneak into Ronnie's bedroom? But then again, she was living on her own with, he'd presumed, no one to answer to. He'd had no idea how protective Cindy and Keith might be of Cindy's "baby" sister. And now he'd found out the hard way.
By the time he'd arrived home after the uncomfortable incident in Ronnie's bedroom, he'd already dismissed it as no more than a funny story for his friends, and a lesson he cared never to repeat. Then he'd received Ronnie's phone call. Keith had been too furious for words at first, but when he'd calmed down he'd ordered Ronnie to leave his house-permanently and immediately. Despite Cindy's pleadings he'd stuck firmly by his decision, threatening to throw Ronnie bodily from the house unless she packed up and left that very night.
Ronnie had no choice but to obey. With a few dollars Cindy managed to slip her, she'd taken a cab to a nearby motel and checked in for the night. Naturally, she couldn't tell her parents what had happened and ask for her old room back. Now, she had barely enough money for another night at the motel and a few meals. With no job and nowhere else to go, she'd asked Curt if she could move into his apartment until things cooled off. At first the idea didn't seem half bad.
But the worst was yet to come. Cindy had phoned Ronnie the next morning at the motel to find out Curt's name and address. Like a fool, Ronnie had given it to her. And now Keith was preparing to swear out a warrant for Curt's arrest on the charge of trespassing. According to Ronnie, he'd already contacted a lawyer. Once the police were notified it would be only a matter of days before Curt would be called into court to answer the charge.
He found it difficult to believe that Keith would go so far. Perhaps he was jealous of his young sister-in-law. Perhaps he expected Curt to offer a payoff. Perhaps he'd even suspected that he and Cindy had served as the brunt of Curt and Ronnie's voyeuristic joke.
No matter. If charges were brought, Curt would have to answer them. And if convicted, his plans to join the bar would go up in smoke. As a lawyer he felt sure that the charges would never stick, but even so, he would have to postpone the bar exam as long as the case was pending. And that could be as long as six months.
"Well, big shot, what are you going to do now?"
Curt shot Gail an angry glance. No doubt she was enjoying his predicament. After all, it was tough to expect sympathy from a girlfriend when caught red-handed with another woman. Still, he'd expected more from her. He'd been right all along: She didn't care a shit for anything he could offer beyond an occasional roll in the hay.
"I don't know," he finally answered. "But I've got to do something fast."
He sat down next to her on the sofa.
"I've tried to think it out rationally, like a lawyer preparing a case. The way I see it, I have four options. One, I could go over and talk to Keith, maybe offer him some money to forget everything. But I don't relish the prospect of trying to talk sense to that muscle-bound idiot. Two, I could deny everything and talk Ronnie into going along with my story in court. That wouldn't be easy, she'd be making fools out of her sister and brother-in-law. Three, I could accept the warrant and hope I can convince the judge to drop the charges immediately. I'm sure Keith doesn't have much of a case. But then again Cindy is a hometown girl, I'm the outsider." He threw up his hands. "And four, I can pray."
"Well," Gail smirked, "looks like you're going to have your first day in court sooner than you'd expected."
"Very funny."
"Too bad you couldn't think of some way to talk Keith out of it. Maybe we could nose around and try to find something on him."
"Fat chance. He and his wife are home all day long, I'm sure he doesn't get much of a chance to fool around." Curt grimaced. "Besides, I don't think he'd find many girls who'd take on a dong like that."
Gail frowned. "Well, don't look at me!"
Curt cursed and stood up again. "Besides, how could I ... " He stopped in mid-sentence and snapped his fingers. "Hey! Wait a minute!" He laughed. "Yeah, why not?"
"What are you thinking of?"
Curt was still grinning. "I've got nothing to lose. And it could just work." He started for the phone. "I'll fix his ass but good, him and his deep-throated little lovebird."
"Curt, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Let's hope I can get the number." He sat down at the desk and picked up the phone. "Cross your fingers, baby, this is what you'd call a long shot."
* * *
Barbara was sprawled on the sofa, one leg slung over the back, a magazine raised above her head. The television set was turned on low on the other side of the living room, but she paid the picture little mind. The sound alone was welcome company in the empty room.
"Hey, honey!" A man's voice called out from the kitchen. "Call the bowling alleys for me and tell Hank I'm on my way over."
She continued to read without answering.
"Hey, honey!"
"I heard you!" she shouted back.
She could hear her husband muttering something in the kitchen, then the slam of the back door. Two minutes later his car pulled noisily out of the driveway.
When she'd finished her magazine article she turned toward the TV set, watching with half interest for a few minutes. A commercial for tennis rackets reminded her of the phone call. She rose slowly from the sofa and started across the room for the phone.
It rang before she reached it. She snatched the receiver and grunted a hello.
"Barbara?"
A man's voice. "He's on his way, he left a few minutes ago."
"What? Who is?"
"Who's this?"
"It's Curt, from the laundromat."
She paused in disbelief before answering. "Curt? Hey, is this some kind of joke?"
"No, Barbara, this is really me. I'm calling to apologize for what happened in the laundromat the last time you were in."
Barbara settled into a chair near the phone. In her wildest dreams she'd never imagined she'd hear from him again, and she was determined never to call him herself.
"I've been thinking about you, Curt. Are you still working at the laundromat?"
"Uh, yes and no. Listen, I know this is going to sound pretty weird, but there's a favor I'd like to ask of you. Or let's say we can do each other a big favor."
"You already owe me a few," Barbara murmured.
"You'll be paid in full, baby, I promise. Can you get out of the house tonight?"
Barbara's face broke into a grin. "Sure, honey. You must be in an awful rush."
"How are you at seduction?"
She tittered. "I don't think you'll need much convincing."
"I'm not talking about myself. It's ... well, a friend of mine."
"What!" Barbara stood up angrily. "Curt, what the hell do you think I am?"
She could hear him take a deep breath. "Look, Barbara, let's be honest with each other. Don't give me the loving wife routine, I know better. I'm making you a proposition. I can set up a date for you tonight that you'll never forget. No questions asked, it's all just about arranged. And I'm willing to ... uh, repay you for your efforts. Are you interested?"
Barbara sat down again. "That depends. What's this all about?"
"It's a friend of mine, his wife's been fooling around behind his back and he's really down. I figured if I could arrange a little fling it would do him a lot of good. You'll have a good time, too, I assure you. And if you do it for me, I promise you've got an open invitation at the laundromat or even here at my apartment."
Well, Barbara thought, things certainly are looking up. Five minutes ago she'd been expecting a dismal night in front of the television. And when her husband came home from bowling he was usually too tired to do anything but dive into bed and go to sleep.
"Tell me more, honey."
"Well, he won't be expecting you. I've got a plan, but it's up to you to get the ball rolling. I don't think it'll be very hard. Later on I'll tell him the truth. Have you got a camera?"
"Sure, but...."
"Listen carefully."
Curt quickly out-lined his plan. Certainly not foolproof, but workable. A challenge, in fact. Even if she failed she'd at least get out of the house for a few hours.
"Who is this friend of yours?"
"His name is Keith Dillon, he lives down by the shopping mall...."
"Keith Dillon? So! Has this got something to do with that little redhead in the laundromat?"
"No, it's not what you think. I met Keith a few weeks ago, through his sister-in-law...."
It took Curt ten minutes to convince her. An unlikely story, but Barbara was in the mood to believe. Curt assured her that Keith's wife would be out of the picture for a good two hours, he and Ronnie would see to that. All Barbara had to do was get his pants off-a task she rarely found difficult.
"Don't waste too much time on small talk," Curt instructed. "You won't have that long to work with."
"The straight-forward approach, eh?"
"I recommend it. And I'll never be able to thank you enough, Barbara."
"We'll see about that, honey."
Barbara dashed into the bedroom to change her clothes immediately. A pair of tight black slacks, boots, and of course a sweater, a blue cashmere number with a V neck. Barbara had no illusions about her best assets.
She left a note for her husband, in case he arrived home first. Susie dropped by, went for a drive to the mall, sounded innocent enough. She found her camera in the closet under a pile of laundry and checked for film. None at all. It wouldn't matter.
She was on her way down the driveway five minutes after she'd hung up the phone. Keith Dillon. She knew him by sight, but she doubted if he'd ever noticed her before. All the women in town knew of Keith, in fact. "The blonde muscleman" was his nickname. This favor, she thought with a chuckle, was going to be a pleasure to perform.
* * *
Keith sat in his armchair, stunned to immobility. No, it wasn't a joke, it couldn't be a joke. But it seemed almost impossible. He'd been sending his photographs to the body-building magazines for two years now without ever hearing a thing in reply. And tonight, out of the blue, a photographer from one of the biggest magazines was on her way over to shoot a special photo series for an upcoming issue. It was almost too good to be true.
He couldn't remember ever sending any of his photos to that particular magazine. But, as the woman had explained on the phone, "word gets around" in the industry. It was a special-angle series, she'd told him, a small town boy who did all his body work at home without belonging to a gym. Keith had had no idea that he was unusual. But hell, he thought, why ask questions? This could be the start of something big.
If only Cindy were home. He had to give the news to someone. She'd claimed a shopping date with a girlfriend, but Keith suspected she was sneaking off to the motel to check up on her sister. The way Keith felt at the moment, he found it difficult to remain angry with Ronnie. In fact, the incident in her bedroom now seemed more humorous than anything else.
On the other hand, he wasn't sorry that Cindy wouldn't be home during the photo session. The voice on the phone sounded young, with a teasing tone that seemed to suggest she was personally interested in the assignment. Lately he'd been thinking more and more about the fact that he hadn't slept with another woman since the day he married Cindy. Two years. Christ, he thought, two years! But the way Cindy made love he'd hardly missed it.
He straightened up the living room quickly and slipped into a sweat suit and sneakers. Then he rearranged the equipment in the small storeroom off the kitchen that he used for his exercises, scattering weights around to give the impression that he'd recently been working out. She'd most likely want to shoot him right there in the workroom....
The doorbell rang. He half hoped it was Cindy, half hoped it wasn't. He trotted to the front of the house and swung open the door. A woman of about thirty, long jet-black hair, blue cashmere sweater over a pair of tremendous breasts, a camera slung over her arm.
"Keith Dillon?"
"You must be Janet Brown. Come in, come in."
She entered the living room, he closed the door and stepped beside her.
"I can't tell you what a surprise this is. I've been waiting for a chance like this for a long time."
Barbara gave him a quick head-to-toe. It was tough to make out much under the loose sweat suit, but she liked what she saw so far. "Sorry about the hour. This thing just came up at the last minute, you understand."
"Sure, sure, no problem at all," he smiled. "You know, you look a bit familiar. Have I seen your picture in the magazine or something?"
"You might have." Barbara sat down on the sofa with the camera on her lap and began hooking up the electronic flash. "But then again I'm sort of ordinary looking, aren't I?"
The hell you are, Keith thought. Those tits aren't ordinary, they're downright freakish.
"You sounded a lot different on the phone, Janet. Maybe it's just that I was so excited."
Barbara could only wonder who Curt had make the call. "I'm afraid I don't have much time, Mr. Dillon. I'll have to get these shots in a hurry."
"Sure, sure. How about my gym, should we shoot in there?"
"Sounds like a good idea."
She followed him through the kitchen and into the workroom. A large rubber mat on the floor, overhead lighting, weights and other exercise equipment scattered around on the table and the floor.
"Perfect,,' she said. "We'll do all the shooting in here. I like the atmosphere."
Keith stood puzzled near the door. "Well, should I take off my sweat suit? How do we start?"
"The sweat suit goes," Barbara smiled. "I'm not a fashion photographer."
She leaned against the table as he walked to the corner and began undressing. Her eyes lit up as he pulled off his top, baring a perfectly sculptured chest and two enormous arms. He untied his sweat suit bottom and slid it down his legs. Thick, muscular thigh, tight blue trunks. She'd never balled a man like that in all her life, but this wasn't the first time she'd thought about it.
"How's the lighting?" he asked when he'd completely undressed.
"Just fine." Barbara stepped around the room as if planning her shots. "Let's see. Maybe a few poses, then a few shots of you with the weights."
"How about the gleam?"
"The gleam?"
He laughed. "Sure, the gleam. You know, the body oil to make the muscles gleam."
"Oh!" Christ, she thought, if he hasn't seen through me by this time he's never going to. "Yeah, I almost forgot."
The oil was on the table in a large plastic bottle. He poured some in his palms and began rubbing it over his body, leaving his muscles glistening like marble in the bright light.
Barbara's first glance at his crotch almost knocked her off her feet. He had a hard-on. Already! But then, as she examined the outline more closely, she realized she'd been mistaken. Yes, the bulge was enormous, but she could see by the angle and position that his prick was limp. Son-of-a-bitch, she muttered to herself, so that's what Curt was hinting at. He had the cock of a bull!
"All set." He'd already replaced the oil on the table. "Poses first?"
"Uh, yeah."
She made a pretense of adjusting the aperture and focus while he went into his routine. Flexed biceps, a squat, a rear shot, a chest shot with his hands clasped behind his back.
"That's great," she muttered, clicking away madly. She'd gone through a dozen flashbulbs by the time he started with the weights.
First he lifted the smaller barbells, one in each hand. His biceps bulged to the thickness of most men's thighs. Then the big barbells. She didn't know how much weight he had on the bar but she could see his chest rippling from the effort, his face reddening as he raised the bar above his head and held the pose until she'd taken three more shots. His body was gleaming with both sweat and oil by the time she'd used up her last flashbulb.
"Magnificent, Mr. Dillon. Such definition."
"Did you get a shot of my deltoids?" he asked eagerly. "They're my best features."
"Sure, got a couple," she answered. Deltoids? "Now comes the uncomfortable part of my assignment."
He was wiping perspiration from his forehead with a towel. "Uncomfortable?"
Barbara leaned back against the table again. "First of all I'd like to thank you for the shots you've already given me. If you don't want to go any further I'll understand."
"Understand? Look, you can take as many pictures as you want, Miss Brown...."
"The next picture I'd like to take is ... well, a bit different." She watched his face for reaction. "It's like this: Starting with our next few issues we're going to run full body shots of our feature models. Something for the ladies to look at, if you know what I mean."
Keith stared back for a moment, then grinned. "Oh, you mean you want to take a few shots of me with my trunks off?"
"Just one shot, Mr. Dillon. "Of course, if you don't feel...."
"No problem at all," Keith laughed. "Hell, what do I care. As long as you use my photos."
She'd suspected he'd need a good deal more encouragement. But without another word he stepped onto the mat and untied the string of his trunks.
"Good thing my wife isn't home," he chuckled. "I don't know what she'd say about this."
Barbara remained silent, her eyes riveted on his body. He stretched the waistband of the trunks and pulled them down along his thighs. The hefty organ that fell to his thighs almost made her faint.
"My God, Mr. Dillon, that's a ... er, an unusual piece of anatomy you've got there. Our readers will be amazed."
He grinned. "So I've been told. You know, I don't usually get a chance to show it off like this, I mean in my photos."
She couldn't take her eyes off the monstrous organ. The massive cockhead, the ponderous balls, the long, arching shaft thick with dark veins. Good God, Barbara thought, wait until Susie hears about this!
"How should I pose for this one?"
She stepped closer to the mat, looking at him through the camera lens as if trying to decide on a shot. Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hold the camera steady. The plans for seduction she'd already made fell apart in her head. It was time to improvise.
"I know how you feel, Mr. Dillon," she murmured, still playing with the camera focus. "I've got an anatomical peculiarity of my own."
"So I've noticed."
She put down the camera. "That pose is fine, except for the oil. You're gleaming all over except under the trunks."
"Easy enough to fix."
He took the bottle of oil from the table and cupped his palm underneath the spout. "Your peculiarity is a bit more noticeable than mine, most of the time, isn't it?"
She was still gaping. Suddenly she had the solution!
"Wait. I can do that for you, Mr. Dillon. It must be embarrassing enough for you to take your clothes off in front of a strange woman. I can't ask you to touch yourself in front of me as well."
He didn't catch on at first. Then his mouth dropped open. "Better not let my wife catch us, I don't think she'd quite understand."
"Well, if you'd rather do it yourself...."
"No, go right ahead." He handed her the bottle of oil. "We'd hear her come in anyway."
Barbara tried to calm her trembling hands as she poured a small amount of the oil into her palm. The liquid was clear and warm.
"You're right about my peculiarity," she said, rubbing the oil into her palm. "It is more noticeable. I used to get angry when men made cracks about me but now I've come to accept it."
She stepped in front of him, still rubbing her palms together.
"In fact now I'm proud of my assets. It gives people something to remember me by."
Still chattering aimlessly, she reached down and picked up the heavy, drooping member. The flesh was warm, the cock heavier than any she'd ever held in her hand. Gently she began massaging the oil into the flesh with her other palm. As soon as she touched the cockhead she felt the shaft stir slightly.
"I always like women with big ones," he muttered, obviously embarrassed at the uncontrollable movement of his cock. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."
She continued stroking, using her fingertips to work the oil over his bulbous glans. And steadily the cock continued to engorge, rising right out of her hand until it pointed straight out from his body, aimed like a cannon at her crotch.
"Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Dillon. It's only natural that you might get a bit aroused. I'm almost done." j
"I'm sure it'll go away before you take your picture," he replied sheepishly.
She used one finger to rub the oil around the base of his cock. When she trailed the fingertip up along the seam underneath the long stalk, his cock jolted even further upright, the massive cockhead swollen and gleaming. She rubbed the lubricant over his balls, then returned to the underside of the shaft. The prick was fully erect now, flat against his belly, the shiny glans inches past his navel.
"If you don't mind me saying so, Mr. Dillon, that's just about the largest organ I've ever laid eyes on. And I've seen plenty, in my work, I mean."
He said nothing, staring down at her fingers as she slowly stroked the shaft.
"You can imagine how I feel," she went on. "I can't hide my bosom, you know."
His voice trembled slightly when he spoke. "If you don't mind me saying so, you've got just about the largest er ... bosom I've ever seen. When I first saw you I thought they couldn't be real."
"Oh, they're real, Mr. Dillon." She used two hands now, rubbing firmly with her palms. The cock was already well oiled and gleaming like steel. "I don't have to prove it to you, do I?"
"No, of course not," he stammered. Her careful finger work was obviously getting to him.
She looked up suddenly into his face. "Oh, I'm afraid I'm embarrassing you."
He looked down to avoid her eyes. "No, not at all."
"If it'll make you relax any, perhaps we should both uncover our ... our handicaps."
"No, you don't have to...."
Before he could say another word he let go of his cock and pulled her sweater over her head. Two ponderous breasts bobbed on her chest, encased in a thick white bra. His eyes opened wide in wonder.
"Now, those are the real thing, aren't they?" she said proudly.
"They sure are!"
She watched his eyes dancing as she reached back to undo her hook and pulled the straps from her shoulder. Her pale, meaty tits fluttered forward, bouncing up and down slightly from sheer heft.
"Jesus Christ!" he whistled.
The tits were oval in shape, extremely wide, the crevice between them deep and tight. A few freckles were sown over her chest, one or two falling on the breasts themselves. The areolas were a very pale pink, wide and indistinct, the nipples short and thick.
Barbara cupped the doughy jugs in her palms and bounced them up and down a few times proudly. "Tell me, have you ever seen a pair like this before?"
"N-no." He was gaping at her chest. "My wife Cindy is pretty flat-chested in fact."
"Isn't that a pity," Barbara laughed, herself glaring down at his pulsing, rigid manhood. "Then I guess you miss out on a few things."
"Miss out?"
Without another word Barbara knelt down in front of him, opened her cleavage, and pressed her tits together around his prick. The hot flesh burned against her chest.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "I've never done that before!"
He stared down in amazement. Her tits felt like hot putty around the length of his shaft. Only the cockhead and an inch or two of his shaft protruded through the fleshy vise.
She pressed the tits together with her hands, her nipples hard against his groin. This was hardly the first time she'd pulled this trick, but never before had she been unable to submerge the entire cock. A drop of pearly lubrication gleamed at the tip of his inflamed crown.
"That feels good, doesn't it?"
He laughed. "Sure does. As warm as a pussy, too."
Relaxing the press, she began moving her chest up and down slightly. The shaft, as slippery as soap with the oil, glided easily through her snug crevice.
His thighs stiffened. "Wow! That feels like a million bucks!"
Barbara was still staring down at his cock as her tits slid up and down along the shaft. She could feel the blood throbbing through his veins, red hot. The prick was so long the glans reached almost to her chin.
She slid her fleshy caress upwards along his staff, pressing her tits firmly around his cockhead, then slid down again. As the upper portion of his cock poked through the vise she bent her head and slipped her lips around the wide crown.
Keith reached down immediately to hold her head in place. "That's it baby, put it in your mouth just like that." He lunged upwards slightly, pushing the glans through her lips. "God-damn, is that ever good!"
The crown felt like hot steel as it slipped into her mouth, her lips parted wide to accept the mammoth organ. She moved her lips to the end of the crown as her breasts rose again along his shaft, then plunged back onto the cockhead as she settled onto her knees, the bottom of her tits pressed against his tensed balls.
She rose and fell smoothly, taking in every inch of cock that her tits could not envelope. The scalding tip pressed against the roof of her mouth, and she turned her head to guide it toward her throat. Plunging hard, she felt her lips touch the smooth flesh of her breasts, the cockhead burrow deeply into her throat. His thighs were shaking.
"Lie down, honey, hurry up." He took his hands from her head. "Let's do it on the mat."
In seconds she was lying on her back on the mat, he was climbing on top of her, cock in hand, guiding it between her wobbling tits. The greased organ slid smoothly into her crevice and right into her mouth.
His muscular belly was on top of her face as she sucked hungrily on the rod, digging her fingers into his taut buttocks. He was pumping steadily now as if he were already inside her, drilling his member through her tits and into the heat of her mouth.
She could hear him panting on top of her, feel his scorching cock pushing apart her breasts as he pierced them. His balls swung loosely against her tits, his thighs crushed her nipples. Gulping continually, she swallowed his cockhead time and again, the blood pulsing hotly through his veins deep within her mouth.
Her pussy was dripping, her panties sopping wet. No, he wasn't going to get a chance to quench his lust before she felt that colossal organ inside her.
She pulled her lips from his cock. "Hold on, big boy, I've got plans for you."
He groaned in disappointment as she pushed him from on top of her. "Christ, you've got to do that again some time."
In a frenzy, Barbara ripped off her slacks and threw them on the floor without folding. Her drenched panties slid down her thighs, her jet black bush glistened with droplets of pussy juice.
He knelt with cock in hand as she rolled onto her back and threw her legs apart.
"Hurry up, big boy, or I'll go right out of my mind."
He dove on top of her immediately, steering his cock through her cunt lips and then gently easing it into her body. He stopped when the organ was half enveloped.
"You sure you want it all, baby?"
She locked her legs around his back. "Every last fuckin' inch!"
Gripping her hips for leverage, he slid his cock out of her body to the rim of his crown, then gently thrust it back inside her. This time he gave her three-quarters of the long shaft.
Her pussy flexed and unflexed around his tool as if it were a fist grasping for more, a tight, wet, slippery fist. He slid out again and twisted his hips, bending his cockhead over her oozing lips, then smoothly stuffed her again with three-quarters of his member.
"All of it," she gasped, "I want all of it!"
"You asked for it, baby, you asked for it."
Propping himself up on his hands, he eased the shaft almost out of her body, then screwed it back inside her. Well before the entire shaft was buried, he could feel the crown pushing up against the furthest reaches of her cunt.
She shrieked in surprise as she felt the thick pole plunging to the depths of her channel, spreading her cunt walls to the breaking point. But still she couldn't feel his balls swinging against her bush.
"I said, all of it!"
He drove his hips ahead, but still the cockhead was mashed against her inner walls. "That's it, baby."
"The hell it is!" she shuddered, thrusting her own hips against his. "I've never found a cock I couldn't handle, and yours won't be the first."
With her legs and arms around his back she rolled over on the mat, turning him on his back. The prick slid from her pussy, gleaming with grease and cunt juice.
"If you won't do it, I will," she grinned, sitting on top of him.
Keith lay back, arms behind his head, as she picked his bloated cock upright. She lifted her hips, poised her cunt over his rod, and guided it between her hairy lips. Then, gasping, she eased herself down on top of the member.
She paused as the crown pressed up against the ends of her channel, twisted her hips slightly, and sat down hard on his hips, taking in the entire length of his rod. Her whole body shook with a hoarse shudder as the huge organ was buried to the hilt.
"Ew, baby," she cooed, "it feels like it's in my stomach!"
She sat on top of him for a few moments without moving, savoring the full, stuffed sensation, then gyrated her hips over his imbedded cock, twisting it around inside her. Then, slowly, she rose to ease it from her body and squirmed down again, her pale buttocks pressing against his thighs.
Keith lay back without moving, letting her do the work, rising and falling over his captured prick. He could see his long staff emerging from her body as she lifted herself up, gleaming along its entire length, then disappearing again as she sunk back to his thighs, her warm cheeks caressing his balls.
She was taking it, taking it all, and loving every inch of it. Her eyes were closed, her head spinning with ecstasy as she was impaled again and again on his monstrous organ, her mammoth tits bouncing wildly before his eyes.
Little by little his own heat increased. He began lunging upwards, gently at first, then more quickly and sharply to meet her downward movements. Now his cock plunged deeply, ripping into her cunt, rocking her up and down on top of him as if she were riding a wild horse. Her long black hair swung madly before her face, her breath was a long, continual wail.
Spurred on by the sight of her lust, and the tight caress of her nimble pussy, Keith's jism crept steadily toward his cock, his balls tightened in anticipation. He reached out and sunk his fingers into the molten flesh of her tits, twisting them around in his palms, slapping them back and forth, drilling his cock furiously now into her quaking body.
"I'm going to come," he groaned. "I feel it...."
"Come, come, baby," she gasped. "God, I'm coming, too!"
His thighs were bending and unbending to lift her up and down, his cock was pistoning ruthlessly into her body. The loud, wet slap of her buttocks against his body quickened to a furious pace, the juicy slosh of his lunging member matching it over and over again. They were both whimpering now.
Her climax began as a low rumble rising from the pit of her belly. The quaking increased, her arms flailed wildly beside her, her whimpering became a roar. Still, she bounced up and down on top of him, taking in his shaft to the hilt, slamming her buttery cheeks against his taut, muscular thighs.
He watched her squirm, still grappling with her bobbing tits. Then, just as she reached the pinnacle of her climax, he leaned forward and sunk his face into the warmth of her breasts, licking madly from nipple to nipple, slapping the flan-like mounds back and forth with his cheeks.
His cock plowed fiercely into her coming pussy, again and again and again until his jism was poised for explosion. Shaking himself now, he grasped her around the back, pushed his face deeper into her tits, and erupted inside her with one long, hard shot of hot seed.
The come spewed into her pussy, squirting against the deepest regions of her cunt, his cock flexing over and over inside her. She writhed deliriously, impaled on his spitting member. Finally, after what seemed like the longest orgasm she'd ever experienced, she began to slow her movements, his up and down motions tapered off until she was sitting squat on his crotch, his sated cock well buried in her creamy pussy.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Your wife must be a very lucky woman."
He was still playing with her tits. "And your old man isn't so bad off himself."
She stroked his gleaming, almost hairless chest. "I could take two of his pricks and still have room for more."
"Speaking of my wife," he laughed, "I think we better get our clothes on."
"No time for a rematch?"
"No chance. I'm sure we could arrange some thing, though. I've got a few tricks you haven't seen yet."
She tittered, squirming teasingly on his cock. "And so do I, baby, so do I."
"Still!"
They both stiffened at the first sound of the door. A key, a creak, a slam.
"Jesus! It's Cindy! Don't say a word!"
It was too late to dress. His only hope was that she'd go upstairs to her bedroom first to look for him. He and Barbara lay frozen on the mat, ears cocked, eyes glued on the closed workroom door.
The door swung open.
"Ronnie!"
Suddenly Keith was blinded by the flash of a camera. Barbara screamed.
"Curt! What the fuck?...."
Curt grinned proudly as he stepped through the door. "I guess I won't be hearing from you again, Mr. Dillon. Unless, of course, you're interested in photography."
Keith threw Barbara off and jumped to his feet, his limp cock swinging wildly. "You conniving son-of-a-bitch, I'll rip your fuckin eyes out!"
"Don't, Keith!" Ronnie shouted. "He won't show it to anybody, I promise."
"You! You little cunt! You were in on this! Where's Cindy?"
"Don't worry," she grinned. "We made sure she took the long way home. You've got fifteen minutes."
Barbara was standing in bewilderment. "Will somebody tell me what in God's name is going on here!"
"Come with me," Curt replied. "I'll explain everything on the way home."
Keith glared. "I'll get even with you. And you too, Ronnie!"
"Not as long as we have the picture," the redhead giggled. "We couldn't have asked for a better shot, too."
Curt had just turned to leave when the front door swung open and Cindy marched into the living room. She caught sight of Ronnie and Curt.
"What the hell are you two doing her?"
Curt stepped forward, hoping to prevent her from reaching the kitchen and workroom. Ronnie followed behind.
"I ... I drove Ronnie over to pick up a few things. We're leaving now."
Cindy was already in the kitchen despite their efforts. "What were you doing in there? You know what Keith would do if he caught you fooling around with his weights. Where is he, anyway?"
Curt winced. She was walking toward the workroom. He took Ronnie by the hand and started for the door to avoid the fireworks.
They were in the doorway when they heard Cindy's scream. Then, even before Barbara could come running out of the room, Cindy stormed out towards the door, her face bright red, tears streaming down her cheeks. She grabbed Ronnie's hand as she hurried past and dragged her right out of the house.
Curt stood in the doorway and watched them hurry down the walkway. He turned and shrugged as Barbara staggered toward the door, dazed. They could still hear Keith cursing in the workroom.
"Curt, what the hell?...."
"Let's get out of here, baby," he replied glumly as he led her from the house. "I've got some explaining to do."
CHAPTER FIVE
"And I suppose you could handle the Crowley account, too, Mr. Russell. Of course, it will mean a lot of extra work...."
Curt was hardly listening as Lorraine chattered across the table. He nodded occasionally at her or Jack as they out-lined their plans for him at the law firm, but his mind was far from the restaurant.
"I'm not afraid of hard work," he muttered to Lorraine when she paused to sip her drink.
"How are the exams going?" Jack asked.
"Oh, fine. I'm sure I'll have no trouble passing."
"Good to hear," Jack replied. "It would be a shame to see you fail, now that the job is all arranged...."
Curt raised his glass and took a long sip of bourbon. He knew he should be overjoyed. Tonight his position with Jack's law firm had been settled upon. All he had to do now was pass his exams and he'd be able to start out on the job of his choice immediately. Jack himself had seemed to take a special interest in his application, going out of his way to make sure the salary and conditions were acceptable. And Curt was sure he was the only new employee Jack had taken to dinner-though he suspected that the get-together had been set up as much to put a few drinks in Lorraine as to convince Curt to take the job.
But no, he wasn't overjoyed. Because of his stupid prank with Barbara, a young married couple had been split apart. At the moment the situation looked hopeless. Despite his explanations, despite his willingness to assume complete responsibility, Cindy absolutely refused to go back to her husband. Instead she was staying with Ronnie at a cheap downtown motel, refusing even to talk to Keith on the phone.
Barbara, on the other hand, looked on the affair as an hilarious joke. True, she'd been mad at first when Curt explained his scheme, mad that she'd been used as a tool to settle Curt's grievance with Keith. But by the following day she'd forgotten her anger completely-and now that she'd done her job, Curt had a promise to keep.
On top of everything else, Gail had lost her temper over his continuing relationship with Ronnie. And when he'd begged out of a date to satisfy Barbara's demands, Gail had really flown off the handle. Now he could barely get her to answer her phone. He wondered if the best thing he could do was leave town completely and wash his hands of everyone. But Cindy and Ronnie were still stranded at the motel....
Jack called for the check. They finished their drinks and strolled out to the parking lot, Curt in the middle, Jack's arm slung over his shoulder, Lorraine walking quietly beside them. It was a clear night, warm and dry, and Curt's head felt light from the bourbon.
Lorraine was the first to leave. Jack and Curt walked her to her car, then waved as she spun out of the lot and started down the highway. Jack chuckled as he walked Curt to his car.
"You know I had a hard-on through most of dinner, Curt. It took all I had to stop myself from brushing my leg against hers under the table."
"Well, why didn't you?" Curt laughed. "I think Miss Haines is too much of a lady to create a scene in a restaurant."
"I don't know," Jack shrugged. "It could make for problems back at the office. As it stands I don't think she suspects anything." He shook his head. "Brother, would I ever love to sock it to that bitch."
"I wish there was something I could do to help."
"Don't worry. I can live without her if I have to. You know, I think Lorraine likes you, Curt. She's never taken an interest in any other man she's interviewed. I could be wrong, of course."
"To tell you the truth, I like her a lot more than I did when we first met." Curt turned and grinned. "I think you're right, though. All she needs is a good solid porking and she'd be a changed woman."
Jack chuckled again. "I bet she's got a drawerful of dildoes in her bedroom. You know, the other night I balled my wife for the first time in ages and pretended I was laying it on Lorraine. Wouldn't you know it, I came in ten seconds flat!"
They'd reached Curt's car. He opened the door and turned to shake Jack's hand.
"Thanks again for dinner, Jack."
"Think nothing of it. You can thank my expense account. Say, why don't you follow me down to the Blue Moon Lounge, I'm stopping off for a few drinks."
Curt thought for a moment. Barbara was waiting at his apartment, probably already under the covers.
"Thanks, anyway, Jack, but I've got some studying to do tonight. Tests, you know."
"Sure, sure." He patted Curt on the back. "If you change your mind I'll be at the bar for a couple of hours, I guess." He winked. "We can discuss Miss Haines' prospects."
"Okay, Jack. Good night."
Jack slammed the door after Curt slid in behind the wheel. Perhaps he'd made a mistake. Socializing with his future boss could pay off in the future. But then again there was Barbara in his bedroom and a promise to keep. Anyway his mind would've been far away from Jack's conversation if he'd gone along to the bar.
He drove home slowly to think over his predicament, but speeded up as he passed the motel. Cindy's car was still parked in the lot. For a moment he wished he'd never laid eyes on the young redhead in the laundromat.
* * *
Ronnie sat up in the big double bed, silently filing her fingernails. A sheer blue negligee covered her bosom and most of her belly, but her legs were bare below her frilly blue panties. Her toes were already painted, bright red and gleaming.
The smell of nail polish filled the small, stuffy room. 'Against one wall were an old bureau and mirror, a table and chair were set near the window, but otherwise the bed occupied almost the entire room. The curtains were drawn.
A transistor radio crackled on one of the night tables beside the bed. Ronnie had been listening to that radio all day long, and by now the songs were going around for the tenth time each. She reached out suddenly and clicked off the radio, then leaned back against the headboard and continued her nail work.
Cindy emerged from the bathroom, frowning glumly. Her chest was bare, but she still wore the same pair of faded jeans she'd had on when she stormed out of Keith's house.
"Christ, do I hate this place," she grumbled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I think I'm going stir crazy in here."
Ronnie replied without looking up from her nails. "You could always go home, you know "
"Please, Ronnie, don't say that again." Cindy's tone of voice was more sorrowful than peevish. "I'm never going back to that bastard. Never."
A few seconds passed before Ronnie spoke. "You know, Cin, the plan was to catch that girl in the house, that's all. I mean me and Curt never figured on that happening or I never would've gone along...."
"Of course I realize that. You're my sister, aren't you?"
Ronnie returned guiltily to her nails. If Cindy knew the truth she'd certainly never speak to her again as long as she lived. But there was no way she could find out now, as long as Curt kept his mouth shut. And the way things stood, Cindy wouldn't even speak to him if he tried.
"I wish the whole thing never happened, Cin."
"So do I." Cindy sighed deeply. "God, I've never been so miserable in my entire life."
Ronnie put down her nail file. "C'mon, try to get your mind off it. Things will work out somehow. And I'm really sorry...."
"It's not your fault, Ronnie. It's his! Two years and we never even looked at anyone else. I thought we were beyond that...."
She started to cry softly, burying her head in her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto her bare breast.
"C'mon, it'll be all right." Ronnie leaned forward and took her sister in her arms to comfort her. Cindy threw her arms around her, buried her head on her shoulders, and began sobbing loudly. Ronnie patted her lovingly on the back.
"C'mon, Cin, it's not that bad."
"It's worse."
Ronnie let her cry, holding her tightly in her arms and stroking her straight blonde hair. Finally the sobs subsided. The girls were silent for a long time before Cindy spoke again.
"I just can't take my mind off it, Ronnie. I can't relax at all. I think I'll go out of my mind."
Ronnie patted her on the back. "Why don't you take a nice hot bath and let me give you a massage, just like I used to? It'll make you relax."
"No, it won't do any good."
"Sure it would. C'mon, a nice bath and massage.
It'll work wonders."
Cindy lifted her head from Ronnie's shoulder. "I guess it's worth a try."
"That's the girl."
Cindy smiled at last. "What would I do without you, Ronnie?"
Ronnie jumped out of the bed. "I'll draw the bath."
When Cindy had plunged into the steaming bathtub, Ronnie returned to the bed. She flicked on the radio, but turned it off quickly at the first notes of another familiar song. How long can this go on, she wondered. Her sister didn't have much money, and she had even less. True, Curt had slipped her a few bucks, but they certainly couldn't hold out much longer. If only her sister would make up with Keith, she could simply go to live at Curt's apartment until she found a job and another place to stay.
But as it was she couldn't think of leaving Cindy as long as she was staying at the motel, her sister had to have someone to keep her company. Ronnie knew it was only a matter of time before Keith and Cindy made up, but in the meantime they would both have to suffer in the motel together.
Cindy finally emerged from the bathroom, her hair still wet, a towel fastened around her waist.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
Cindy forced a weak smile. "A little bit."
"Now for that massage. C'mon, hop in."
Cindy sat down on the bed, Ronnie crawled to the end of the mattress.
"You just lie down, close your eyes, and relax.
Try to forget everything."
Cindy unfastened the towel and dropped it on the bed beside her, then sprawled out with a pillow under her head and her hands tucked snugly under the pillow. Ronnie knelt beside her and began to rub her bare back with both palms.
"Mmmmm, that does feel good," Cindy murmured.
Ronnie worked deliberately, using the ball of her hand, then her open palms, then her fingertips to stroke Cindy's back slowly. She pushed the blonde hair away to get at her shoulders and massaged them gently.
Working her way down Cindy's back, Ronnie drew the tight flesh between her fingers, released it, drew it in again, soothing the tired muscles. Cindy was purring into the pillow as Ronnie pressed against the small of her back, then patted her bare buttocks playfully as she moved her hands down to Cindy's thighs.
"Remember at home, when we used to massage each other every night," Ronnie giggled. "I used to look forward to it so much, especially after a bath."
She massaged the supple flesh of Cindy's thighs, the backs, the insides, the tight calves.
The redhead chuckled. "And remember we used to play doctor, too, while Mommy thought we were doing homework."
Cindy laughed too. "I remember when your little pussy didn't even have any hair."
"We didn't really know what we were doing, did we?"
Ronnie stroked the thighs smoothly, pressing up occasionally against Cindy's milk-white buttocks. Her flesh was so smooth, so flawlessly tanned and unblemished, smelling faintly of bath oil. A light down of blonde hair flecked the deep groove of her spine. Almost unconsciously, Ronnie bent down and kissed one of Cindy's cheeks.
Cindy giggled and squirmed slightly. "That tickles."
"You still have a beautiful ass, big Sis," Ronnie laughed.
She slapped the cheeks playfully again, then returned to Cindy's thighs, massaging them lovingly with both hands. Once, just as her hand slid up along the insides, Cindy spread her legs a bit to offer her more room.
Ronnie stared down at the quivering cheeks. She pressed against the inner thighs again. Once more Cindy's legs parted slightly. Was it an innocent reaction or an invitation? No, Ronnie decided, not her sister, Cindy never went in for that sort of thing.
Her hands traced the contours of Cindy's calves, then brushed over the back of her knees and up between her freckled thighs. When her hand accidentally touched a few loose hairs of Cindy's bush, the blonde stirred uncomfortably on the bed. Half playing, Ronnie slipped her fingers up between the parting thighs and pushed lightly against the yellow frizz.
Cindy giggled again. "That feels so good, Ronnie. I'm so relaxed now I can fall asleep just like this."
Ronnie bent over and planted another kiss on her buttocks, another in the small of her back, third on her thighs. Her fingers skipped upwa along the legs, then, as they reached Cindy' cheeks again, slid between them and tickled h warm, dry cunt lips.
"Mmmm," Cindy purred, eyes still closed on the pillow.
No doubt about it, Ronnie thought, she wasn't mistaking Cindy's reactions. She touched her pussy again. Cindy said nothing. Ronnie waited a moment, then reached underneath with her index finger and slid it gently along Cindy's cunt, back and forth along the unseen lips.
Still Cindy said nothing, but her breath was beginning to deepen. Ronnie caressed the hairy slice gingerly, then pushed her hand further underneath and stroked near the top of Cindy's cunt. She found the clit hard and moist.
Moving back along the flaps, Ronnie twisted her hand and steered her index finger into Cindy's pussy. The blonde stirred immediately.
"It's wet, Cin, real wet. What have you been thinking about?"
When Cindy gave no response Ronnie began working the finger in and out slowly, watching her sister's hips beginning to move around on the mattress. She bent over and placed another gentle kiss on the ivory buttocks. The flesh tasted warm and sweet.
Ronnie realized her own nipples were taut, her pussy drenched with excitement. She knew how wonderful her finger felt inside Cindy's cunt. The blonde had begun to arch her back slightly to give Ronnie more room at her slit, her snug channel tightening and unflexing around her finger.
Still working her finger in and out, Ronnie kissed the inside of her sister's thighs, then her buttocks again, then licked gently with the tip of her tongue just on the edge of her pearly crack. Then down, down between her legs almost to her hand. She could smell the sweet aroma of Cindy's cunt as her nose neared her lovehole from behind.
Cindy squirmed as she felt the hot breath on her rear, nearing her blonde pussy. She arched her back further and spread her thighs, breathing deeply into the pillow.
There was no longer any reason to go halfway. Ronnie slipped her hands under Cindy's hips and flipped her over on her back, then dove between her opening thighs and pulled apart her moist cunt lips with the tips of her fingers. The clit protruded plainly, quivering and gleaming with lust.
"Go ahead, Ronnie, you can do it if you want to."
Ronnie began at the bottom of the slice, tickling with her tongue, caressing the thin, pink lips, edging between them into the nectar of her lovehole.
Cindy squirmed under the caress, reaching out to stroke her sister's red hair, urging her on gently.
"That feels so nice, Ronnie. You're so gentle."
The redhead lapped slowly along the open jaws, the blonde frizz tickling her face. When her tongue finally brushed over the clit, Cindy's whole body stiffened, her legs shot out straight, her hips began to move sensuously under the delicate caress.
Ronnie sucked the tender morsel between her lips, holding on more tightly to her sister's hips as they began to shake with pleasure. She kissed, sucked, tweaked, lapped at the throbbing kernel, then slid a finger back into Cindy's sopping pussy and worked it in and out in time with her tongue.
Cindy's belly was rolling with lust as Ronnie looked up into her face. Pushing her lips deeper into the burning crotch, she reached up and stroked Cindy's sides, massaging the creamy hollow of her waist. The round, pert tits shimmied like mercury on her chest. Ronnie lunged further and fondled them lovingly, pulling on the hard, goosefleshed nipples as her head began to rock from Cindy's slithering hips.
Cindy's breath was loud and quick now, her cunt oozing with the thrill of an upcoming climax. The sight and sound of her sister's lust was enough to make Ronnie herself red hot. She sprawled out between Cindy's legs, still feasting hungrily on her snatch, and ground her own crotch against the mattress.
"Oh!" Cindy gave a short scream. "Oh Ronnie, honey, darling, I think I'm going to ... OH!"
Suddenly Cindy began to kick madly, bucking her hips in wild abandon as she soared into a violent end. Ronnie pressed her lips against the quivering cunt and sucked Cindy's pussy, lips, clit and all, into her mouth, shaking her head from side to side.
Love juice streamed into Ronnie's mouth as her sister wailed and writhed under her caress. Ronnie held on for dear life, sinking her fingers into Cindy's dancing breasts. When Cindy's hips finally began to slow, both sisters were gasping for breath.
"God, Ron," Cindy sighed, "I never thought it might be like that."
Ronnie planted a kiss on Cindy's navel. "I told you I would get you to relax."
Cindy finally opened her eyes and looked down at her sister. "Stand up, Ronnie. I want to do it to you."
"You don't have to, Cin ... "
"I want to."
Ronnie pulled off her negligee and stood up next to the bed. Cindy sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled her closer, kissing her belly.
"God, you're all wet," she murmured.
She crooked a finger under the elastic of Ronnie's panties and slipped them down along her thighs. The blue frillies dropped to Ronnie's ankles, and she stepped out of the legs.
"Isn't it funny," Cindy giggled. "A blonde pussy and a red pussy in the same family."
She slid her hands around Ronnie's hips and pressed against her buttocks, pushing the red bush closer to her face. Then she steered her nose between the lips to part them and lapped softly with the tip of her tongue. Ronnie's thighs quivered immediately.
The redhead took her sister's head between her hands and watched her work, licking up and down along the length of her wet gash. Each time the tongue caressed her bulging clit, she felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Ahh, Cin, that feels so nice. Put a finger in, too."
The blonde eased her middle finger into the snug channel and worked it in and out slowly, lapping greedily now on her sister's cunt. Within a few minutes Cindy had worked herself back into a frenzy, feasting on the red chasm as if she wanted to devour it completely.
Ronnie could feel the hot breath on her cunt. She knew her sister was as hot as she was. The tongue lapped savagely at her clit, the finger twined up and down into her channel, the other hand massaged her buttocks and pushed her crotch forward as if Cindy was trying to ram her mouth right through it.
"Cin, I think I could come like this."
The blonde replied without interrupting her work. "Go ahead, I want you to."
"No, not yet."
Ronnie pushed her sister's head away from her crotch and eased her back on the bed. Cindy's arms closed around her back as she lay on top of her, kissing her lips passionately. She could taste her own pussy juice on her sister's lips.
Their tits were crushed between their bodies, nipple to nipple, pillows of warm sponge. Cindy was once again panting for breath.
"Oh Ronnie, I wanted you to come...."
Her voice trailed off as Ronnie reached down into her own pussy and spread the lips, exposing her raw, throbbing clit. Cindy reached down as well, parting her juicy flaps until her clit stuck out boldly between them.
As Ronnie eased herself back down on top of her sister, their cunt lips pressed together as one, red frizz mingled with blonde. Ronnie twisted her hips for position until she felt her clit just touching her sister's, then began to move back and forth against the tender, fleshy wad.
"Oh, Christ!" Cindy bawled in sheer delight. "I could come like that in ten seconds!"
Their hips moved in unison, gliding back and forth, up and down, one clit pressed tightly against the other. Ronnie crammed her hands underneath Cindy's body and gripped her buttocks, Cindy's hands moved up and down Ronnie's back in near delirium.
This time as their lips met again, Cindy shot her tongue out, worming it around Ronnie's in the hot confines of her mouth. Breath blew rapidly through their noses, their chests heaved as both rose toward their gleeful end.
Cindy began first, tossing around on the bed with such violence that she came close to knocking Ronnie right off her. Her legs flailed, her arms beat on Ronnie's back, her screams blasted into the redhead's ears. Then, still clit to clit, she began to quiet down, finally sinking into the bed with one last satisfied sigh.
But now that the cream of Cindy's lust had been skimmed, Ronnie felt her own lust subsiding. She tried to work herself back into her previous frenzy, but without her sister's urgent caresses the attempt was hopeless. She finally gave up, sinking into her sister's arms with an exhausted sigh.
"No use, Cin, I won't come like this."
"Oh Ronnie, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it back."
Ronnie quieted her with a kiss. "That's all right. I'm just glad I could please you."
She sat up in bed, but Cindy still lay sprawled out beside her, utterly bushed.
Ronnie sat in silence for a few moments, fingering her pussy absent-mindedly. God, if ever she needed a cock, it was right now. She couldn't possibly wait until morning.
When she glanced down again at her sister, Cindy's eyes were closed, her breath slow and even. She would sleep soundly now.
Ronnie was leaning over to turn on the radio when she remembered it. The phone booth outside the motel office! Why hadn't she thought of it before! And Cindy certainly wouldn't mind if she borrowed a dollar or two for cab fare.
She was in such a hurry to dash out of the room she almost forgot to put her clothes back on.
CHAPTER SIX
Curt sat on the living room sofa, slowly sipping his drink. The shower was still running behind the bathroom door. Across the room the desk was piled high with books and papers, but he knew he wouldn't have time for much studying tonight.
More than once he'd started for the phone, but he'd checked himself each time. How could he call the motel to find out how Ronnie was making out? What if Cindy answered? And even if she didn't, how could Ronnie explain to her sister that she was still on speaking terms with the man responsible for splitting up her marriage? No, he decided, he would have to wait until the following afternoon when Ronnie called at the laundromat. Perhaps, he thought, a call to Gail....
The bathroom door opened, Barbara ran out naked toward the bedroom, her heavy tits wobbling like saddlebags on a galloping horse.
"Just one more drink," he called out as she ran past. "I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Bring me in a drink, too, sugar," she called back. "And don't keep me waiting too long."
He watched her white buttocks dance into the bedroom. No doubt about it: a good fuck would take his mind off his problems. And if nothing else, Barbara was certainly a good fuck.
He finished his drink and set the glass down on the cocktail table. He was trying to decide between a blow-job, a fuck between the tits, and a straight missionary tumble when the telephone rang on the desk. He hopped up immediately.
"Hello?"
"Curt! I'm glad you're home."
"Ronnie! How are things? I was just thinking of calling you...."
"You stay right where you are, honey, I'm on my way over and there's only one thing on my mind."
"You mean ... tonight? No, wait...."
"I'm taking a cab. You just hop into bed and relax. I'll be there in a few minutes. And you won't believe what I've got to tell you."
"No, listen Ronnie, not tonight, I...."
"Why not?"
Excuses tumbled over one another in Curt's mind. "I'm busy ... studying ... "
"Is that girl Gail there again?"
"No, of course not...."
"Then I'll be right over." She giggled. "What I've got in mind won't take more than twenty minutes."
"No, Ronnie, listen...."
Christ! She'd hung up!
Curt sank back dazed on the sofa. Now what? If most men had problems finding enough women to keep them happy, he had problems with too many! There was only one way out now.
Barbara was sitting up in bed as he entered the room, her back against the headboard, the sheets covering only her legs.
"Where's my drink, sugar?...."
"Listen, Barbara, something's come up." He walked over to the bed, groping for the words. "Do you think we might postpone our little get-together?...."
"No way, sugar," she laughed. "You promised."
"Please, I can't explain, but...."
"And I don't want to hear it. I'm already in bed and you want me to just get up and leave?" She folded her arms. "No dice. You'll have to throw me out bodily."
Curt stood next to the bed and threw up his hands in frustration.
"Jesus Christ! What do you want from me!"
"You know what I want, sugar." She was grinning again. "I've been looking forward to this."
Curt turned away from the bed and stormed toward the door, then whirled around. "Hey! You want a good fuck, I'll give you one. If you'll settle for a friend of mine tonight, I'll promise you a return match tomorrow...."
"I'm starting to wonder about your promises."
"I swear it." Yes, that's the answer. Why didn't he think of it before? "Please, I won't let you down again."
"How about two return matches?"
"All right, all right!"
"And I stay right here with your friend ... "
"No, that's impossible ... " She folded her arms again. "Then no dice."
Curt's mind was racing madly. Another scheme ... Wait! "Okay, okay, you stay here and I'll leave!" He started out of the room. "You just sit tight."
"And Curt!" she called out. "He better be a hot one!"
Curt called information for the number of the Blue Moon Lounge, then dialed. He asked the bartender for Jack Keller and crossed his fingers.
"Hello?"
"Jack!" Curt grinned in relief. "Listen, I don't have time to go into details now. How would you like a good piece of ass tonight, no questions asked?"
"Free?"
"Absolutely. She's here in my apartment right now."
"Hey! You bet!"
Curt quickly gave him the address. "And the sooner you can get here the better."
"Sure, Curt, sure." Jack chuckled. "You know, I think we're going to get along just fine together."
Barbara was still sitting up when Curt returned to the bedroom.
"He's on his way. I'll be leaving, but I'll leave the door open for him. His name is Jack, he's a lawyer. You'll get along fine."
"I hope so."
"And you can leave my door open when you leave."
"And where are you going?"
Curt stepped over to the edge of the bed. "Just a little errand I have to run. Oh, and don't make a sound in here until I leave, I'm expecting a guest."
He reached down and took a handful of her weighty jugs. "You give Jack a good time, you hear?"
She pressed her hand over his and grinned. "You know me, sugar."
The doorbell rang. He tweaked her nipple playfully and started off, turning in the doorway.
"Remember, not a sound."
She placed a finger against her mouth and nodded.
Ronnie had arrived first, fortunately. She dove into Curt's arms as soon as he swung open the door.
"Boy, am I glad to see you," she murmured in his ear, caressing his neck madly. "I've got a little story to tell, but first I want to fuck you like an animal."
"I've got a surprise for you, too." He pushed her at arm's length. "We're going out for a few drinks, then we're going to spend the night in a nice motel and screw the ass off each other. How does that sound to you?"
"A motel?" she groaned. "Hell, I've been cooped up in a motel all day. That's the last place I want to go!"
"C'mon, we'll have a great time...."
She pushed past him and stepped into the living room. "Why bother? We're both here already." She turned and grinned. "Let's run right into the bedroom, then go out for a few drinks."
"No, please, Ronnie, I'd much rather go out now...."
"I'll be in bed," she replied, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked toward the bedroom. "And hurry up, I have to get back to the motel...."
Curt stood by the door as she entered the bedroom. He waited, then winced. Two female screams.
Ronnie came dashing out buttoning up her blouse. Her face was red with rage.
"So! A motel! And you're all alone!"
"Please, Ronnie, I can explain...."
She rushed right past him. "Explain, hell, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"Ronnie, calm down...."
She ripped open the door, then turned and glowered. "Fuck you!"
Slam. He stood for a few seconds in total bewilderment, before the door swung open again. It was Jack, eyes gleaming.
"Was that for me?"
Curt just shook his head.
"Jeez, Curt, she'll be hard to top."
Curt closed the door. "Yours is in the bedroom."
Jack was obviously a few sheets to the wind. "Hey, why so glum?"
"It's a long story, Jack." Curt walked over and dropped down on the sofa. "I'll tell you some other time. Let's just say I've worked my way onto a few shit lists during the last few days."
Jack leaned down and whispered. "Where's that piece of ass?"
"In there," Curt nodded. "Mind if I pass up the introductions?"
"Not at all."
Jack marched right off and disappeared into the bedroom. Curt poured himself a double bourbon and leaned back on the couch, staring ahead blankly in thought.
Gail. Ronnie. Barbara. Three spoiled children, three pains in his ass. He resolved on the spot that he'd apologized to the three of them for the last time.
He finished the drink with long sips and poured himself another double. The hell with all three of them! Ronnie had gotten herself into a fix, and now she could get herself out of it. He owed Barbara nothing. And Gail, she could go fuck herself, too!
The drink was half empty when he heard Barbara's familiar groans in the bedroom. He had to laugh. Brother, is Jack ever in for it tonight. The way Jack had been talking, Curt doubted if he'd tasted a piece of ass beside his wife's in ten years.
For some reason Curt found himself thinking about Lorraine. Sure, she wasn't as good-looking as Gail or Ronnie, and hardly as sexy. But he doubted if she'd ever treat her man so selfishly. What was he to Gail, Ronnie, and Barbara but a few inches of hard meat? Well, when he began the job with Jack's firm, perhaps....
Barbara's squeals interrupted his thoughts again. He sat up straight. Why sit and stew? What did he care what happened to Ronnie? Or Keith and Cindy, for that matter, who'd tried to do their best to screw him? There was a woman in his bed who could certainly take his mind off everything for a few hours.
His head was spinning from bourbon as he stood up and walked toward the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway and stared. Barbara was still sitting up in bed, leaning back against the headboard, legs spread wide, moaning happily as Jack ate her pussy.
Without announcing himself, Curt started to undress near the door. Barbara's face lit up when she caught sight of him, but Jack's head was still buried in her crotch. If I were sober, he thought, I probably wouldn't, but....
He stepped naked over to the bed and stood beside Barbara's head. As he arrived, Jack looked up from his cunt-lapping work.
"Well, reinforcements have arrived."
Barbara pushed Jack's head back into her crotch. "You keep going, sugar."
Jack dove back to work. Barbara took Curt's limp prick in her hand and shook it playfully. Immediately the organ began to swell.
"Mmmm," she tittered, "I'm glad you decided to join us. I love attention."
What a way to begin a relationship with a boss, Curt said to himself. A few hours ago he'd been sitting in a restaurant with Jack and Lorraine, seriously discussing his future with the law firm. And here they were together, naked in bed with one of Curt's lovers. This was a favor Jack was not likely to forget. There are quite a few ways to rise to the top of the corporate ladder, Curt chuckled, but this has got to be a new one.
Barbara's legs were moving steadily up and down the mattress as Jack slurped on her pussy, reaching up with both of his hands to grapple with her ponderous tits.
"Mmmm, you're pretty good at that," she grinned down at Jack. He didn't bother to answer.
Curt's stalk was fully erect in her hand. Her eyes were closed as she savored the tongue work, but she knew exactly what to do with Curt's cock.
Her head turned to the side, she held the cock with both hands, squeezing it as if to test its stiffness. Then with one hand lifting her near breast, she rubbed the end of his cock along the supple flesh, curling it playfully around her hard nipple.
Jack glanced up from her crotch from time to time, his face glistening with her pussy juice, then dove back in to continue his meal. Her fleshy thighs closed around his head, her hips swiveled slightly in pleasure, but she never forgot Curt's cock for a moment.
Purring softly, she rubbed the cockhead over her face, as if she were savoring the softness of a piece of satin. The crown fit neatly into her eye sockets, then brushed over her nose. She turned her head and slipped the bulb into her ear, twirling it around in the shell, before finally facing him and caressing the prick with her lips.
Carefully she opened her mouth wide and slid a few inches of the shaft into her warmth, without once touching it with her lips. Only when the cockhead was deep in her mouth did she close her lips around the base and suck gently.
Curt sighed briefly at the first touch of her lips. His whole cock was baking in her warmth, her breath blowing through her nose against his pelvis. Slowly she drew back, letting the cock glide from her mouth, then plunged over it again, drinking it in right to the hilt.
He'd almost forgotten how well she could suck cock. He reached down to play with her tits as he watched her work, her face contorted with pleasure from Jack's continuing cunt-lapping efforts. Inch by inch of the hard organ slid from her mouth, gleaming with saliva, then vanished again as her lips swooped down to his bush.
Her fingers found his balls and juggled them gently as her head moved back and forth on his organ. Then, holding his cock up with her fingers, she slipped it from her mouth and licked gingerly down the length of the shaft, along the underside.
Curt's hips were beginning to squirm as she closed her lips around his scrotum and sucked the balls into her mouth. With the tip of her finger she massaged the cockhead, rubbing it like a crystal ball. He could feel her quick tongue on his balls, her lips tearing at the hairy flesh.
He took her head in his hands and pushed her back, then steered his cock through her lips again. She plunged immediately to the hilt. Curt thrust in, she slid back, he lunged, she plunged, swinging his balls loosely against her wet chin.
Jack pushed apart her thighs and looked up, his eyes glued on Curt's member as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. Curt grinned.
"Okay, Jack, you've waited long enough."
Jack was already climbing over her. Curt slipped his cock from Barbara's mouth and stepped back as Jack sat up on her cushiony tits and steered his cock toward her mouth.
She gobbled it down immediately, sending a shiver of delight through Jack's whole body. His cock was short but quite thick, and she easily took in the whole length with each hungry plunge, massaging his balls with her fingers. Jack was groaning already, pushing his hips forward to stuff her mouth each time she craned forward.
But Curt knew Barbara was expecting attention, too. Her legs moved up and down the mattress, her toes curled, her hips rose and fell invitingly. Curt sat down beside her and caressed her pussy lips, paying special attention to her unusually large, bright pink clit.
He teased her at first, rubbing the clit for a few seconds and then moving his finger down along her wet gash. He heard her moan, muffled slightly by Jack's cock, as Curt slid two fingers into her chasm and whipped them in and out furiously.
Now her legs were thrashing with impatience, her groans louder and louder as Curt played with her pussy. He knelt up on the mattress and straddled her cunt, then took his member in hand and rubbed the fiery cockhead along the fuzzy slice of her pussy. When he brushed her clit, she shook so violently she nearly tossed Jack right off her.
Curt rubbed his cockhead over her bush, her belly, poked it into her navel and curled it into the soft hollow of her waist. She was squirming now with eagerness. At length, he returned to her clit and pressed his hard crown over the bulging morsel, then slid it down along her chasm and threatened to slice it in.
"Curt!" she gasped, pulling Jack's cock from her mouth. "Don't make me wait any longer! Oh God, hurry!"
He lifted her thighs over his own as he knelt between them. His cock was poised at the entrance of her lovehole. After one last teasing caress, he slid the gorged cap between her folds and drove it into her with one long, smooth thrust of the hips.
She was wailing, shaking Jack on top of her, gulping down his cock as if it were that prick and not Curt's that was thrilling her. Curt remained motionless for a few moments, savoring the heat of her cunt, the wetness of her lips against his root, then eased the long pole slowly from her body and lunged back hard.
Little by little he quickened his strokes, holding onto her thighs for leverage as he skewered her time and again. Each lunge jarred both Barbara and Jack, each hard thrust brought a scream of pleasure to her lips even as Jack filled her mouth with his prick.
Jack himself was panting now, shivering in utter need as her lips swallowed his thick tool. Curt worked steadily, stuffing her at a furious pace, slapping his thighs up against hers and swinging his balls against her ass.
Jack turned suddenly, ripping his cock from Barbara's mouth. "I almost came." He was panting. "I've got to have her cunt."
Curt reluctantly withdrew his prick from the soothing warmth of Barbara's cunt. He, too, had been close to coming. He certainly didn't want to stop, but Jack looked desperate for her pussy.
"Wait a sec," Curt murmured. "We can share her."
He was already reaching toward the night table. In the drawer he found the small jar of lubricant and quickly unscrewed the cap. Jack knelt up on the mattress, watching curiously, as Curt scooped out a glob of the grease and spread it over his cock.
Barbara was squirming for attention, her eyes wide as she watched Curt grease his cock.
"Okay, baby," he told her, "let's flip it over."
Barbara turned immediately on her belly, thrusting her wide buttocks up invitingly. Curt straddled her, prick in hand, and massaged the pale, doughy cheeks.
"Curt, what? ... " Jack began. "Christ, are you going to...."
His mouth hung open in awe as Curt scooped another glob of grease from the jar and worked it into Barbara's narrow crack, leaving it gleaming and slippery. Curt's finger found the puckered jaws and pushed through the gates, working in and out to grease her chute.
Spreading apart the buttocks with both hands, Curt guided the head of his cock along the slice and poised it at the entrance to her bunghole. Pushing forward with all his might, he crammed the crown between the pink doors.
"Relax, baby," he muttered, "you're all tightened up."
Barbara was gasping into the pillow, her ass arched upwards to accept his cock. Curt pulled her doors apart as far as he could and pumped forward again. The cockhead bore mercilessly into her tensed channel.
He worked the end of his cock in and out to loosen her up, greasing the chute thoroughly. Each time he pushed forward he could feel a bit more of the shaft entering her. Finally he withdrew the rod to her pink doors, twisted his hips around, and lunged into her with all the force he could muster. The hard prick drove into her to the hilt, his thighs slammed into her white, trembling buttocks.
Barbara screamed madly as the pole stuffed her fully, her whole body stiffening at first, then loosening up and gyrating around under him as he started to thrust in and out of her snug anus. He sunk his fingers into her cheeks, spinning his hips to twist the rod inside her, savoring the tight, warm, puckering channel.
Jack was aghast as he watched the long, gleaming stalk slice in and out between her fluttering white cheeks. Her screams were deafening, Curt's work steady and ruthless. Each time he lunged Jack could hear the loud slap of flesh against flesh, thigh to buttock, and the wet slurp of cockflesh drilling into a greased bunghole.
Curt reached under her body for a handful of her immense tits, screwing his hips around furiously against her buttocks. Then he propped himself up on his hands and watched the pole easing in and out of the puckered jaws, sending shivers up and down Barbara's spine. Now it was time for Jack to join the action again.
Curt instructed Jack to lie prone on the mattress, then slid his prick from Barbara's asshole and lifted her on top of Jack. She reached down immediately to steer his thick trunk into her pussy, shimmying her buttocks as she lowered herself onto the rod. Jack gasped as her warmth surrounded his cock, her wet cunt dripped over his thrilled balls.
Barbara's body was tossing up and down on top of Jack's jerking upward thrusts. Curt mounted her, straddling her ass, and guided his cock back between the quavering cheeks. The crown found her jaws again, the long staff slid easily into her bunghole as Jack continued to stuff her from the front.
Barbara wailed deliriously as she felt herself doubly impaled, Jack's prick plowing in and out of her pussy, Curt's member churning around in her asshole. At first the two men pumped without rhythm, jarring her first one way, then the next, but gradually they began to time their thrusts so that the two cocks slid into her body at the same time.
"Good Lord!" Jack grunted underneath her, "I've never felt anything like it before in my life!"
Barbara came once, then again, then again as the two men continued to fuck her from both ends. Curt, too, was rising toward a climax, quickening his thrusts, swinging his balls wildly against her soft cheeks.
As his rod entered her, he could feel Jack's cock slicing into her pussy just inches away, his balls swinging upwards against Curt's. Now both men were pumping at top speed, groaning and gasping as their ends neared, holding on for dear life as Barbara's orgasms shook her violently.
"I'm ... here it comes!" Jack panted.
"Go ahead, man, go ahead!" Curt breathed. "I'll be right behind you."
Barbara's cheeks were squashed under his groin as he rammed into her again and again, his cock stuffing her asshole to the hilt. He too was nearing his climax, jism creeping steadily into his churning member. He reached under her for another handful of soft breast, pressed his face against her hair, and readied for the home stretch.
Jack came first, gasping and groaning, tossing her up and down as he pushed up with all his might. Barbara shuddered as the hot semen filled her pussy, then entered yet another wild climax, her ass flexing and unflexing around Curt's prick.
Gasping for breath himself now, Curt screwed into her at top speed, squeezing her tits desperately. He could feel Jack's movements just beginning to slow as his own cock swelled one final time with poised jism, then plunged savagely into her bunghole again, spewing his seed with a hard, long spurt.
The first squirt filled her asshole with come, further greasing the chute as Curt continued to slice into her, his cock tensing over and over again as he shot a tremendous load into her tight anus.
Jack had already stopped pumping as Curt slowed his thrusts, then came to rest on top of her, his prick still buried in her oozing channel. He could feel her buttocks puckering around the buried member as if she wanted yet more.
"Good Christ," she finally blurted out, "that's one fuck I'm not going to forget for a long, long time."
They lay together to catch their breath for a few minutes. At last Curt slipped his cock from her asshole and rolled off her. But Jack remained inside her, running his hands up and down her back, licking playfully at her dangling tits and sucking on her warm nipples.
"Say, I've got a live one here," Barbara tittered, gripping his cock with the vise of her pussy walls. "I'm ready to start all over again."
This time Curt lay back and watched as Jack slowly worked himself back to a white heat, then flipped her over and fucked her fiercely. It took him a good fifteen minutes before he came-by which time Barbara had already enjoyed three more kicking, shrieking orgasms.
Curt had a hard-on by the time they finished. He pondered his next move, and decided on a tit-fuck, with a blow-job thrown in. He was about to climb aboard when the phone in the living room began to ring.
At first he ignored it, but the ringing continued. There was no one in the world he could think of speaking to in preference to a good tit-fuck, but whoever the caller was, they were persistent. He finally climbed out of bed and ran naked into the living room.
"Hello!" he snapped angrily.
"Curt! It's me, Ronnie."
"Now what?"
"I'm sorry about what happened ... "
"Forget it, baby. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Her voice broke as she began to reply. "Ronnie, what's the matter?"
"It's Cindy," she cried. "While I was gone Keith came over to the motel."
"And?"
It took her a few seconds to get it out. "He.. they made up with each other. Cindy and Keith are back home together."
Curt breathed in relief. "Good news. So what's the problem?"
"They took both cars, I'm stranded here...."
She broke down. He waited for her to collect herself.
"And I don't have any money left. Oh, Curt, I don't know what to do."
"Just calm down, baby, it'll be all right ... "
"No, it won't," she sniffled. "What can I do.
He knew what was coming, but he let her say it.
"Curt, do you think ... I mean can I come over and stay with you for a while?"
Curt sat down and took a deep breath. At this point, what did it matter?
"Okay, baby, take a cab over and I'll give you the money." He had to laugh. "We've already got a party going."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, Curt, you sure do lead an interesting life," Lorraine laughed. "If I didn't know you better I'd think you made it all up."
Curt grimaced. "I wish I did." He raised his hand at the bartender and motioned for two more drinks. "But I suppose things will work themselves out once I can move out of town."
Lorraine was shaking the ice in her empty glass. "What will happen to that poor girl Ronnie?"
"I don't know," Curt shrugged. "Maybe she can move in with Gail for a while. They've been getting pretty friendly lately, going out together almost every night. I guess they do have one thing in common: they both hate my guts."
"They couldn't very well hate you," Lorraine grinned. "If they did you wouldn't be in such a fix."
"They think I'm running out on them, I mean by moving out of town. Not to mention all the trouble I've caused in the last few weeks."
Curt took a thoughtful sip from his drink the moment the bartender brought it over. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so free with his talk in front of Lorraine. God only knew what she thought of him by now. True, they'd been working together at Jack Keller's law firm for weeks now, and she was even helping him look for an apartment in the city.
In fact during the last few weeks she'd become just about his closest friend. But he doubted if she was the kind of woman to approve of his recent shenanigans.
Lorraine was curious but not critical, listening to his tales with amusement rather than reproach. Perhaps he'd misjudged her from the beginningor perhaps she was only pretending to be amused. In any case, it was too late for second guessing now. He'd already explained most of his problems with Ronnie, Keith, Barbara, and Gail, omitting little and embellishing nothing. The story could certainly stand on its own.
"You know," he went on, "between commuting back and forth from the office to my apartment here in town, and those ... er, romantic problems, it's no wonder I'm becoming a nervous wreck."
Lorraine sipped her drink very slowly, holding the glass with a thin, pale hand, pinky erect. "I'm sure it won't take us much longer to find you that apartment."
"Yeah. Then I'll just have those other problems to worry about." He glanced at his watch. "Say, where the hell is Jack, he's already a half-hour late."
"Must be taking him longer than he'd expected to seal that deal," Lorraine replied. "I'm sure he wants to finish the negotiations while he's here in town to save a return trip."
"Hope he's not too late. You two still have to drive back to the city tonight."
"No rush," Lorraine sighed. "I have nothing much to do tonight."
Lorraine, Curt had discovered, had little to do almost every night, just as Jack had told him. She seemed to be content to work hard all day, leave the office late, and jump into bed soon after dinner to rest up for another day's work. Her social life, as far as Curt could discover, consisted of an occasional dinner with a girlfriend, a few visits a year to her parents, and an annual two-week vacation in Europe.
Curt knew her story well by now. She'd come from a fairly well-off family in New England, an only child, and had planned to go to law school from the age of twelve. Hard work in college, hard work in law school, hard work at her career. Apparently she'd had no long affairs in all her twenty-eight years.
"The way you said that," Curt replied, "it sounds as if you're complaining."
She sipped before answering. "Maybe I am. I guess my life is pretty dull next to yours."
"Count your blessings," he smirked. "But you must have some excitement in your life."
"Maybe I do." She thought for a moment. "But nothing occurs to me at the moment."
There was one question he was dying to ask her. "Don't tell me a pretty young woman like yourself hasn't had her share of romance."
"Oh, I did have one romance, I guess." She looked down into her glass and smiled. "When I was nineteen. My campus sweetheart, I guess you'd say."
"What happened?"
"School came first with me, I was planning to go on to law school and studying very hard." She shrugged. "I still don't know if I did the right thing."
Curt placed his hand over hers on the bar. "Chin up, kid, things always work out for the best in the end."
She smiled weakly again. He stared into her face as she lowered her eyes. It was hard to believe that a woman like Lorraine could have trouble establishing a social life. She was quite attractive he'd decided, at least with her glasses off and a smile on her face. Her eyes were clear and bright blue, her smooth, rosy cheeks highlighted by two exquisite dimples, her hair lustrous even if plainly arranged. Her clothes, however, were simply horrendous. Long, plain skirts, loose blouses, high necklines, coarse fabrics. He had the suspicion that under that business-like wardrobe her body wasn't quite as thin and shapeless as it appeared
"Well, here we are!"
Curt turned just as Jack came up behind him and slapped him on the back. Judging from the glint in Jack's eye, he'd already managed to grab a few drinks somewhere.
"Sorry I'm late, but we really do have something to celebrate now."
"You got the contract?" Lorraine asked as he stepped to the bar between them.
"Sure did," Jack replied. "Signed, sealed, and delivered."
He motioned at the bartender. "Champagne over here, and three glasses!"
"Have you eaten? ... " Curt began.
"Eat? The hell with food. Let's start on that champagne first!"
At Jack's insistence, they stood at the bar to finish the bottle, listening to Jack's excited description of the negotiations, and his ebullient thanks to Lorraine for helping him prepare the deal. As usual, Lorraine was almost mum in his presence, the openness she displayed with Curt completely absent from her conversation now.
By the time they sat down for dinner, with another bottle of champagne, Jack was really feeling his oats. He insisted on ordering dinner for all three, ripped through his meal, and demanded liqueurs for everyone when they'd finished.
"A toast to our newest associate!" Jack announced when the liqueurs had been served. They clicked glasses. "To Curt Russell! C'mon, Lorraine, get that glass up!"
She giggled and raised her glass meekly. "You know, this is fun."
"Fun!" Jack scoffed. "What the hell do you know about fun?"
Curt winced. The more Jack drank, the more abusive he became toward Lorraine, but she did nothing to defend herself. The evening was becoming uncomfortable for Curt. He felt sorry for Lorraine, but couldn't very well speak up in her behalf. Jack may have been a big-mouthed lout at times, but he was, after all, Curt's boss.
Perhaps a change of locale, Curt decided. He thought of inviting them to the bar where he and Gail usually hung out, but then was struck by an even better idea.
"Hey, why don't the three of us drive back to my apartment for a few more drinks. It's not late." He smiled at Lorraine. "We can call it a house warming in reverse."
"I'll drink to that!" Jack blurted out. "You better ask Miss Haines, it's getting close to her bedtime."
Lorraine forced a smile at the joke. "I think I can stay awake for another hour or so."
"Fine. Let me make a quick phone call first." Curt winked at Lorraine. "Hate to just pop in on somebody."
He didn't like the idea of leaving Jack alone with Lorraine, but he had to get Ronnie out of the house before they arrived. And Ronnie wasn't going to like the idea one bit.
She answered the first ring.
"Curt, I was wondering what happened to you."
"I went to dinner with Jack and Lorraine. Jack was in town on business and he wanted me and Lorraine to meet him afterwards."
"So you're coming home now?"
"Yeah, but something came up. I have to ask you to do me a favor. Have you spoken with Gail today?"
"Yeah, just a little while ago."
"Do you think you could go over her apartment for a while? We're coming back for drinks, and you might be difficult to explain to Jack."
"You want me to get out, is that it?" She was angry, damn angry. "What am I, the maid?"
"Look, Ronnie, I'm asking you nicely. Just for a little while. It's my apartment, you know."
"Oh, is that the way it is? And what if I don't feel like going out?"
Now Curt was pissed. "I'm telling you to get out of the apartment for a while. If you don't you'll be gone for good tomorrow, and I mean it."
"You bastard...."
"And don't argue with me!"
He slammed down the phone. He'd been gruffer than he'd wanted to, but at least she'd gotten the message. She wasn't going to risk getting tossed out of his place no matter how angry she was.
Jack was reeling from side to side as they walked to the coat-check room and then stepped into the parking lot. Curt's head was spinning slightly, even Lorraine seemed somewhat in her cups.
Curt had driven Lorraine to town in his car, Jack would be taking her back in his. But Jack was obviously in no condition to drive at the moment.
"Leave your car here," Curt told him. "I'll drive you back here later. We can all go in my car."
"I'll drink to that," Jack burped.
They all piled into the front seat, Lorraine in the middle. Curt could tell from the way Lorraine kept shifting her legs that Jack was pressing a bit too hard against her thighs, but of course she said nothing.
Curt stopped off quickly to pick up a bottle of bourbon, then continued on to his apartment. He crossed his fingers as they neared his door. Relief. As he swung open the door, the living room was empty.
"Well," Jack laughed as they entered, "so this is what a bachelor apartment looks like." He leered at Lorraine. "Ever been in a bachelor apartment before, Lorraine?" She only smiled.
While Curt mixed the drinks, Lorraine searched through his records and dropped a few on his stereo, volume low. When Curt brought out the drinks, Lorraine was seated in an armchair, Jack alone on the couch. Curt said beside him.
"Another toast!" Jack exclaimed. "Here's to Curt's bar exam. May he see it only once!"
As the conversation continued, and the bourbon flowed, it became obvious to Curt that Jack was not going to be able to drive back to the city at all that night. The solution was evident: Lorraine could drive him back in Jack's car. But even that was looking less and less likely as Lorraine kept pace with their drinking. Perhaps a motel for them both....
"No, no more," she said when Curt offered another round. "I'm feeling a bit tipsy."
"Not used to it, eh baby?" Jack was absolutely plastered by now. "Drink it, it'll put hair on your chest."
Curt smiled at Lorraine and shrugged, she grinned back. He poured himself a drink and sat on the couch. Five minutes later, Jack was staggering into the bathroom clutching his stomach.
Lorraine sat on the sofa with Curt immediately. "He's not very nice when he's drunk, is he?"
"He won't remember a thing in the morning."
Lorraine was grinning. "You know, Jack's been ... well, dropping hints for a long time now. I really don't know what to tell him. I mean he's married and all, and I'm not really interested."
"I think he knows that," Curt replied.
"He usually doesn't bother me. But tonight he's going too far."
Curt leaned back on the sofa and propped his feet on the cocktail table. "And what would you do if, oh, say I made hints like that?"
She looked down at her drink. "That's different. You're not married."
Jack lurched back into the living room.
"So, stole my seat, eh?" He fell into the armchair. "Don't care ... lousy couch anyway ... shit, my head is spinning...."
He closed his eyes and settled his head back.
"I know just how he feels right now," Curt whispered to Lorraine. "I've been there myself."
"I haven't," she chuckled. "In fact I'm about as high tonight as I've ever been."
The next time they looked over at Jack he was sound asleep, head thrown back, arms dangling over the armrest.
"Do you like the feeling?" Curt asked.
"I guess I do." She was close to him, her thigh almost touching his. "It makes me more ... it makes me feel like talking a lot. And it makes me feel more comfortable with myself."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know." She looked down again. "Sometimes I get the feeling that people don't like me.
Curt placed his hand over hers. "I like you, Lorraine."
She turned away in embarrassment. "I like you, too." Her eyes lit up. "See? If I wasn't feeling high I never could have said that."
He stared into her blue eyes for a long time before she turned away again. His hand was still resting on top of hers, but she'd made no move to extract it.
For perhaps the first time, he was looking at her as a woman, an attractive woman, and not just an office friend. Jack was asleep, they were alone. He looked at her lips, her thin, unpainted lips. Suddenly he found himself leaning forward to kiss her.
She froze as their lips met. His hand gripped hers more tightly as he caressed her softly, eyes closed. Finally, just when he thought she was about to pull back, he felt her beginning to respond, her lips moving against his, her hand trailing up his arm.
He took her in his arms and pressed his lips hard against hers. Her breath was heavier now, her fingers closed around his arm. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth he could feel her sigh, then her tongue timidly moving against his in the warm confines of her mouth.
They'd kissed for close to five minutes without pause when she suddenly embraced him tightly, her head on his shoulders, her lips close to his ear.
"Remember I said I liked you?" she whispered. "Well ... I think I like you a lot." She squeezed him. "An awful lot."
He caressed her soft white neck, her tiny ears, her smooth cheeks. "I feel the same about you, Lorraine. I didn't know it until tonight."
She kissed his neck, her fingers brushing into his hair. "I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone before."
"Love?" he whispered. "Did you mean that?"
There was a short pause before she spoke. "Yes, I think I do."
He kissed her lips hungrily, his tongue probing for hers, his hand running up and down her back. Even with all his girlfriends, all his women at the laundromat and Gail and Barbara and Ronnie and the others, no woman in his entire life had ever told him she loved him. Did Lorraine mean it? Did she even know what she was talking about? It hardly mattered. He knew he wanted her more than any other woman in the world at that moment.
"Lorraine, I'd like to make love to you tonight," he whispered in her ear. "It'll be beautiful."
She held him for a moment, then whispered: "No, Curt, not tonight. I don't think we should."
"Oh, Lorraine...."
"Please, Curt, just not tonight. Not while I feel like this."
He tried to persuade her with his caresses, she responded readily but still wouldn't agree to take the plunge. Normally, Curt would've pursued the matter further, but with Lorraine, he felt quite different. By the time they'd made out for a half an hour his cock was hard and burning, but he was willing to admit defeat.
They sat in each other's arms for ten minutes without speaking. Finally Lorraine whispered.
"I feel dizzy, Curt, all of a sudden. Must be the drinks ... and the excitement."
"Why don't you lie down here on the couch for a while."
"No, I can't, not with Jack over there. If he woke up I'd be so embarrassed."
Curt was hesitant about asking, but under the circumstance he was sure she'd understand. "You can lie down in my bed if you'd like. I promise no one will disturb you-not even me."
She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning back. "Maybe I should. Just for a little while."
"Upsy daisy."
He picked her up and held her around the shoulders to steer her toward the bedroom. She kissed him once on the cheek as they made their way together.
Curt stepped into the darkened room with her and searched for the light switch.
"I'll turn down the covers for you."
"No, just let me lie down...."
He flicked on the light. The sight that greeted his eyes was enough to make him stiffen in shock.
Sitting up on the bed, glaring angrily, were both Ronnie and Gail. Lorraine screamed.
"So, a business meeting!" Ronnie bellowed. "You lying bastard!"
"Your latest number, eh?" Gail glowered. "I always knew you had a thing for blondes!"
Curt stood speechless, his hand still on the light switch. Lorraine suddenly broke into tears and ran from the room.
"You bitches!" Curt screamed. "I'll fix your asses later but good!"
He was already running after Lorraine. She stopped in the living room, weeping, then ran off toward the front door when she felt Curt touch her on the shoulder.
"Don't come near me! God, I'm so humiliated!'
"Please, Lorraine, I can explain...."
She opened the door and dashed out into the corridor. Curt followed but couldn't catch up with her until she'd run right out of the building into the parking lot.
"Lorraine! Stop!"
She ran around in confusion in the lot as he tried to stop her. When she found his car she ripped open the door and sat down in the front seat, arms folded in anger.
"Lorraine," Curt said through the window, "please, come back inside."
"Take me to the bus depot. Right now!"
"Jesus Christ!"
Curt ran around the car and slid in behind the wheel. She refused to look at him.
"Please, Lorraine, don't ruin a beautiful night. It's not like it seems, you know what I told you about Gail and Ronnie."
"Yes, I know," she snapped. "Oh, I can see it now. How stupid I've been. We're just not made for each other; we're two different kinds of people living in two different worlds."
He sat grimly behind the wheel as she wept softly. He touched her on the shoulder when she'd dried her eyes.
"Maybe we are, Lorraine. I really do feel a lot for you, I meant it when I said it. Just because those two bastards decided to play a trick on me...."
Suddenly she started crying again and leaned over into his arms. He held her as she wept, patting her on the shoulder.
"Oh Curt, I do love you, I know it's foolish but I can't help it."
"Come on, dry those eyes," he murmured. "A hell of a way to begin a love affair."
"God, I've made such a fool out of myself...."
"No you didn't. Under the circumstances what could anyone expect?"
She embraced him and kissed his lips, running her hands through his hair and over his back. He caressed her lips, her cheeks, her ears, stroking the nape of her neck with his fingers.
"Oh Curt ... " She kissed him again passionately, then suddenly threw her head over his shoulders and gasped: "Curt, I do want you."
He held her for a moment before speaking. "We're going back, we're going back and I'm going to throw those women out of my life once and for all."
"Maybe we could just leave ... "
"No, you're coming with me. I've made up my mind."
They walked arm in arm back to his apartment. Curt prepared to explode the minute he walked in. He didn't care what Jack thought, if he'd woken up yet, didn't care what happened to Ronnie or Gail or anyone else in the world at that point. All he wanted was Lorraine, and now he was going to have her.
They'd both entered the apartment and closed the door before Curt noticed that Jack was no longer in the armchair.
"What the hell?"
The bathroom door was open, Jack wasn't inside. Curt took Lorraine's hand and led her toward the bedroom.
The spectacle on the bed was enough to make Lorraine scream again. There was Jack, naked, rolling around on the mattress between the two naked women. One of Jack's hands was closed around Gail's tit, the other around Ronnie's. The redhead's lips were pressed against his, Gail's hand wrapped around his stiff cock. The whole bed was awash in a sea of flesh.
"Oh, my God!" Lorraine gasped.
Curt couldn't take his eyes off the sight. If Gail and Ronnie were trying to get back at him, they certainly appeared to be enjoying themselves in the process. And Jack was grunting like a stuck pig.
Curt took Lorraine's hand and led her away from the doorway. She was as white as a sheet as he sat her down on the sofa.
"God, I've heard about things like that ... " she stammered. "But I never thought...."
He stood in front of her. "I'm sorry, I had no idea...."
"Don't apologize," she murmured, squeezing his hand. "I'm not a child. Maybe it's time I found out what's really going on around me."
Thank God. He'd expected her to bolt for the door again after laying eyes on the bedroom spectacle. "Well, looks like that bed is taken."
She stood up and slipped her arms around his waist. "I said in the car that I wanted you. And I still do." They embraced as he kissed her, their tongues twining together in his mouth. Her hands were beginning to roam over his back, her breath quickening.
"Let me turn out the light," he whispered.
She stood beside the couch as he flicked off the lamp. Now the room was lit only by the faint light from the bedroom. He could barely make out Lorraine's features when he stood next to her again.
"God, listen to them," she chuckled.
An occasional groan wafted out from the bedroom, the bed creaked from time to time.
"We'll have our own party out here, won't we?" Curt smiled, stroking her milk-white neck. "I'm going to undress you right here."
Her eyes widened as she stared back. "I'm afraid I'm a bit nervous."
"You just relax." He kissed her on the lips. "I'll take good care of you."
She stood stock still as he stepped behind her and unzipped her dress in back. Her flesh was as white as snow, a pink bra stretched across the opening. When he walked around in front of her again he pulled the dress from her shoulders and planted a kiss on her neck.
The dress fell to her ankles. Her panties, too, were pink, bulging slightly in front from her bush. A few strands of blonde hair stuck out from under the material.
He reached back to unhook her bra, then pulled the straps from her shoulders and stood back to examine her. She bowed her head, somewhat embarrassed at her nakedness.
He was right. She was quite shapely under her plain, loose clothes. Her breasts were round and firm, the large nipples pointed upwards slightly. The aureoles were wide and very light pink. Her waist was trim, her belly flat and her navel deep, her hips slender and her thighs pale and flawless.
He kissed her lips lightly. Her arms fell around his neck as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down along her thighs. They were kissing again by the time the panties fell to her ankles.
"You're beautiful, Lorraine," he whispered, licking softly in her ear.
"As beautiful as all your girlfriends?" she murmured.
"More."
He ran his hand along her bare arms, over her narrow shoulders, down her smooth back and over the mound of her tight, sleek buttocks. She was trembling in his arms, her breath steady but heavy. He pressed his bulging crotch once against the soft pillow of her blonde bush. She gripped him tighter.
His lips trailed over her neck, along her shoulders, then down to her breasts. He cupped one of the firm globes in his hand and licked at the hard nipple, then took it between his lips and caressed the spongy, goosefleshed buds. A few freckles were scattered over her chest, but her belly and thighs were perfectly white and unmarked.
She caressed the back of his neck as he mouthed her nipples, running her thin fingers through his hair and down his back. He moved slowly from one breast to the other, then started down to her belly, curling his tongue around briefly in her deep, white navel.
His hands closed around the snowy pillars of her thighs, his head moved down further. She tried to lift him with her hands.
"Curt, don't ... " she sighed. "You don't have to...."
"I want to," he answered, licking over her hips and down to her thighs. "I want to very much."
He slid a hand between her thighs, she stepped apart to spread them. Palming her warm buttocks, he nosed his way into the fluffy whorl of her bush and licked once at the narrow gash.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, stiffening up. "Oh, Curt...."
He lapped again, she started, her cheeks trembling in his hands. Her cunt lips spread easily as he reached around and fingered them, her clit bulged from between them, pink and pulsing.
"OHH!" She shuddered heavily as his lips closed around the delicate bud, sucking on it gently. On his knees now, Curt lapped along the length of her hairy slice, up and down, up and down, twirling his tongue around her clitoris each time. Her pussy smelled sweet and fresh even as it moistened with excitement.
Her whole body was shaking wildly by the time he edged a finger through her tight doors and slid it into her pussy. Her hips were swirling, her breath quick and heavy as he worked the digit in and out, still licking tenderly at her glistening clit. He reached up with his free hand to fondle her tits, she bent over to kiss his hand.
"Curt, darling, you're so gentle ... it feels so nice...."
She'd heated up faster than he'd expected. There was no doubt about it: she was ready for him.
He slipped his finger from her lovehole and caressed his way up over her belly and tits, kissing her again hungrily on the lips as he stood. His cock was hot and hard as he nudged it against her pussy.
"Oh, Curt," she breathed into his ear, "hurry, please, I want to feel you inside me."
Quickly he stripped off his shirt, then ripped down his slacks. Her eyes were riveted on the bulge of his cock as he slipped his fingers under the band of his briefs.
"Let me do it."
She carefully tugged the briefs down to his knees and let them drop. Her mouth fell open as she looked down at Curt's long, arching prick.
"Goodness ... " She reached out curiously and closed her fist around the hard shaft. "It's so hot, like a fever."
Her breath was fluttering as he held her in his arms, his cock pressed against her downy bush, his chest tickled by her nipples. Her legs parted as he reached down for his prick and guided it to her cunt door, rubbing the fiery cockhead along her dewy lips.
"Oh, Curt ... " she whimpered. "Put it in now."
He crouched down slightly to guide his cock through her wet folds, then, smoothly, slowly, gently, he slid the steaming member into her cunt to the hilt.
She moaned loudly, her fingers dug into his back as she felt his stalk filling her tight pussy to the brim. They stood locked together for a few moments without moving, her hands caressing the back of his neck, his fingers fondling the cottony flesh of her buttocks.
"Lorraine, you feel so nice. I could stay inside you forever."
"It feels so warm," she murmured in his ear. "God, I'd almost forgotten how good it feels."
She gasped sharply when he moved his hips, twisting the tool inside her channel. Her pussy fit him like a glove, tight, warm, and wet, gripping his cock like a pulpy vise. He felt so excited he thought he'd come immediately.
Holding her in his embrace, he gently slid his cock from her pussy and steered it up inside her again, pushing the cockhead to the deepest regions of her shallow chasm. He pumped slowly at first, rhythmically, picking up speed gradually as he felt her breath quickening on his shoulders, her hips starting to move in time with his lunges.
Still pumping, he leaned down and took one of her pulsing nipples in his mouth. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now, her breath had taken on a shrill, sensuous whine. When he opened his eyes he could see his prick glistening as it slid from her body, then disappearing again as he brought his bush up against her blonde muff.
Her hands ran desperately over his back, her lips caressed his neck madly as he increased his pace, slicing his rigid prick into her body with long, smooth lunges. Her thighs were quivering so heavily he though she was about to faint in his arms.
He sunk his fingers into her buttocks again for leverage and skewered her fiercely now, jolting her body with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, her head rocking back and forth, her moans loud in his ear. He could feel her tits wobbling against his chest as her body shook, her breath frantic on his shoulder.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she dug her fingers into his back, swirled her hips in wild abandon, and entered a shrieking orgasm, gasping into his ear.
"Oh Curt Curt Curt honey darling baby OH! My G-God I f-feel it ... I'm coming I'M COMING!"
He held on to her for dear life as she shook in every direction, sailing her hips against his as her pussy oozed lovejuice over his pistoning member. He screwed her furiously, his own end nearing as he listened to the cries of her orgasm.
Even after she'd come her hips continued to swirl, her breath slowed only momentarily before she heated up again. Now her pussy was looser and wetter, tightening and unflexing around his tool as he drove it home with desperate fury.
She scissored her legs around his back and closed them, he held her under the buttocks to lift her from the ground. His hips threshed fiercely, his cock bore into her at lightning speed as his end approached. But her hips were working even faster, her head tossing back and forth in delirious pleasure as he squeezed her in his arms and stuffed her cunt to the hilt time and time again.
She came again with a wild howl, biting his neck, scratching his back, tightening her pussy around his prick as if she wanted to squeeze the life out of it. Good Lord, Curt thought, she's a tiger, a real tiger, the hottest piece of ass I've had in years! And I was worried about being gentle!
He drove his tongue into her mouth as he felt his member gorging with jism. But her breath was too quick, she kissed him quickly and pulled her head back, licking him greedily on the neck and shoulders, her hands still flailing over his back, her hips still plowing into his with a loud fleshy slap.
"Lorraine, I'm going to come inside you...."
"Oh, darling, please, I want to feel it."
It was too late to stop now anyway. He felt his prick swell one last time with seed and drove it up into her quivering cunt. She wailed in his ear as she felt the first spurt of steaming semen filling her channel, his breath fast and furious on her neck. His orgasm seemed to last forever, spurt after spurt of lovejuice bursting into her thrilled pussy, his cock still hard even after he'd drained his balls to the dregs.
She came again as he continued to stuff her. Curt longed for a respite, but she was still bouncing wildly in his arms, her breath as quick as ever.
"Christ, Lorraine, that was as good as anything I've had in my life."
She giggled and licked into his ear. "Not better?"
"Better!"
"And I've never been fucked like that in my life!"
He carried her to the sofa and sat down, his cock still inside her pussy, her arms still around his neck. Christ, she was as hot as ever, whining for more! The dam had burst, her lust was unbounded now.
"Let's do it again," she murmured, kissing his lips and shaking her hips over his buried prick. "On the floor this time ... or how about here on the couch?"
A loud scream from the bedroom. Curt recognized Gail's voice.
"I wonder if they're having more fun than we are," Lorraine tittered. "I don't think so."
"I bet Jack's having the time of his life," Curt laughed.
"Have you ever been to an orgy before?"
Curt kissed her lips before answering. "A few."
"I haven't." She nibbled on his ear. "But I'd do anything if you were with me."
Curt chuckled. "How would you like to get an education tonight?"
"I already have."
"Maybe it's time for another lesson."
She giggled again. "You mean my first orgy?"
"The first of many, perhaps."
She grinned. "I'm ready for anything tonight, honey."
"Why don't we just pop into the bedroom and see what all that noise is about."
She rose from his lap, easing his cock from her pussy. Curt stood up and took her by the hand.
"Jack isn't going to believe this," she grinned.
"Jack's credulity has been strained quite a bit already tonight," Curt replied as they started for the bedroom. "At this point he must think he's dreaming."
They stopped in the doorway and took in the scene on the bed. Jack was lying on his back, the two girls were sitting on top of him. Ronnie was in front, her pussy over his face, head thrown back in delight as Jack gobbled on her cunt. Gail was sitting right behind her, reaching around to fondle the redhead's tits as she rose and fell on Jack's cock. All three were gasping in heat.
Gail was the first to notice Curt and Lorraine as they approached the bed. She turned and glared at Curt's stiff member.
"Well, share and share alike."
Jack looked up from Ronnie's snatch. "Christ, if this is a dream, please don't wake me!"
Ronnie -eyed Lorraine's body, then winked at Curt. "You're forgiven, sweetheart."
Lorraine was standing next to the bed, unsure of what to do next. Curt took her in his arms and sat her down on the edge of the bed, pressing his lips against hers. Her arms shot immediately around his neck.
Curt reached out blindly and found Gail's tits, fondling the heavy mounds in his palm as he continued to caress Lorraine's lips. He could feel the bed shifting. They were changing their positions.
Suddenly he felt Gail's lips on the back of his neck, her fingers reaching into his crotch to stroke his rigid tool. Lorraine was gasping in his arms again, her tongue working feverishly in and out of his mouth.
Then he felt Lorraine stiffen in his arms, her breath sucked clean from his mouth. He opened his eyes. Jack's head was between her legs, his tongue worming out along her blonde gash. Curt released her and turned to Gail, pressing his lips against hers and palming her spongy, heaving tits.
He lay back and pulled Gail on top of him, pushing forward against her buttocks until her dark bush was right in front of his face. The gash was already wide open. He edged his nose into the folds and lapped out along the steamy slice, twirling his tongue gently around the hard, throbbing clitoris. Gail began shaking immediately on top of him.
"Ahhh, Curt," she sighed, head thrown back in utter delight, "just like old times. There's no one that eats cunt quite like you."
Curt's lips and tongue were working deftly at her lovehole, but his mind was elsewhere. Ronnie's hot breath was blowing over his thighs, closer and closer to his prick. Her fingers were already around the base, stroking slowly.
He blew a long gasp into Gail's pussy as he felt Ronnie's warm lips close around his cockhead. Her tongue was working carefully over the reddened crown, circling around in his pisshole. Her fingers juggled his balls. Then, at last, he felt her hot caress moving down his shaft, taking in his throbbing member to the hilt.
Ronnie was hidden from his view by Gail's body atop him, but he didn't have to see her to savor the delicate caress of her lips moving up and down his rod. Her kiss was as soft and warm as melted butter, her tongue continuing its work even when the entire stalk was buried in her mouth.
He turned his head to watch Lorraine. She was sitting up beside him, moaning and groaning as Jack ate ravenously on her spread pussy. She held him around the head to guide his movements, undulating her hips in uneasy lust. Curt knew she was rising quickly toward yet another orgasm.
Gail too seemed to be nearing her end, bouncing up and down on top of him as he lapped at her cunt, sucking her clit between his lips and fluttering it around teasingly. He reached up for a handful of her bobbing tits. Yes, she was soaring toward a violent climax, her breath barely a squeak.
By now Ronnie was plunging up and down on his cock with gusto, gulping in the entire shaft and tightening her throat around the cockhead. His balls tingled as she squeezed them, shivers ran down his body each time he felt her lips pressing against his bush.
But Curt had no intention of cutting short his pleasure that soon. He wanted to taste Lorraine's caress around his tool before the night was over.
Jack apparently was of the same mind regarding her pussy. Before she could come again he pulled his head from her crotch, sat back on the bed, and pulled her on top of him, steering his cock immediately into her cunt as she settled down on his crotch.
"Good God!" he crooned, "I never thought I'd live to see the day! Lorraine, your cunt is absolutely beautiful!"
Her head was thrown back again as she felt the thick organ pumping up into her body. Jack was almost whimpering now, grappling madly with her pert tits.
Curt pushed Gail from on top of his face, drew his prick from Ronnie's mouth, and knelt beside Lorraine, cock in hand. He pushed the tip against her face, she turned her head and looked glassily in his eyes. A moment later she'd opened her mouth and slipped the crown between her trembling lips.
A hoarse shudder escaped from Curt's throat as he felt Lorraine's oral caress for the first time. She nibbled curiously at first, using her tongue to wet the crown, her body still jolted by Jack's lightning thrusts. Finally she closed her lips around the cap and slid her head forward to envelop it in her heat.
"That's a girl," Curt whispered, holding her head in his hands. "Ew, yes, that's perfect."
He eased his hips back and forth slowly to slide his cock in and out of her torrid kiss. Her eyes were closed, her shoulders jerking from Jack's lunges, but she worked carefully on Curt's prick. Her technique was unvarying: she licked around the crown, then plunged on the shaft and took half of it into her mouth, sucked for a split second on the wet cockflesh, then moved forward to take in the rest of the rod, sucking for a few seconds on the thick base before sliding her lips upwards again to lick around the crown and begin all over again.
The bed was rocking on the other side as well. Curt turned to find Gail and Ronnie locked in the sixty-nine position, all four legs thrashing as their pussies were caressed lavishly by lip and tongue. They were both lying on their sides, their bodies undulating as one, heads buried in each other's crotch, tits crushed against each other's bellies. He could see Ronnie's red fingers digging into the mobile flesh of Gail's wide buttocks.
Curt's balls were swinging freely against Lorraine's chin as he quickened his hip movements, filling her mouth quickly with his burning tool. She swallowed rapidly, almost gagging once as his crown bore into her throat, but never once ceased her talented lip work. Even as she entered another orgasm, shaking furiously over Jack's prick, she continued to swoop down hungrily on Curt's gorging prick.
But once again he decided to delay his end. He waited until he was ready to burst into her mouth, then pulled his prick away quickly.
Without wasting a moment, he lifted the blonde from on top of Jack and flipped her over on all fours. Her head dove immediately into Jack's crotch, taking in his cock with one gulp. Curt knelt up behind her and poked his prick into her luscious white slice.
He steered the tool between her thighs and edged it into her creamy pussy. Holding onto her hips, he lunged forward and stuffed her chute to the hilt.
Her gasp was muffled by Jack's cock, but he knew his cock had angled in to the ends of her lovehole. He pulled her back onto his stake without moving his hips, feeling her wet wrap sliding up and down his prick right to the base. Within a few moments he was skewering her mercilessly, slamming her head forward onto Jack's cock as he slapped into her warm buttocks.
Both Ronnie and Gail were squealing now, locked in their lewd embrace, squirming wildly on the mattress beside him. It was anyone's guess who would be the first to come.
It came as no surprise that Jack was number one. Holding Lorraine's head in his hands, he drilled his cock upwards and spewed into her mouth, groaning like a man in agony as she drank down his jism. Her head was still jolted forward onto his prick as Curt bore into her from behind, Jack plowed upwards into her mouth. By the time Jack had finished Lorraine was about to fly into yet another frantic orgasm.
Curt continued to plug until she'd finished her climax, then slipped his cock from her insatiable pussy. She turned her head to glance back. Jism was glistening on her lips and her eyes were still glassy with lust.
Desperate with heat himself now, Curt pried Gail and Ronnie apart and pushed the redhead onto her back. Her legs shot open, he settled down between them and steered his cock into her drooling lovehole. She wailed dizzily as he began to thrust into her at a furious clip, his prick sloshing noisily in her snug channel.
Gail was not to remain out of the action for long. Curt felt her kiss on his taut buttocks, then her tongue edging along his crack.
"Rim me," he panted. "If you tease me, I'll go out of my mind!"
She took his cue immediately, prying apart his cheeks-and lapping delicately in the hairy crack. Her fingers spread the puckered jaws, the tip of her tongue edged between them to tickle his bunghole. Finally she closed her lips over his hole and blew hotly into the tight asshole.
Curt shook all over, goose bumps ran down his spine as her caress moved along the perennial divide and enveloped his swinging balls. The more excited he became, the quicker he drilled into Ronnie's pussy, the more violently she shook under his thrusts.
Jack was sitting up in bed watching in awe as Curt screwed the redhead ruthlessly, Gail sucked noisily on his bunghole. Lorraine, too, was watching, not in awe but impatience.
Curt leaned up on his hands and motioned for Lorraine to crawl around in front of him. In two seconds flat she was kneeling before him, thrusting her cunt forward over Ronnie's head. Curt pushed his face into the blonde muff and began reaming her wet gash as if he hadn't tasted pussy in ten years.
Ronnie was the next to come, convulsing under Curt's savage lunges with such frenzy she nearly tossed them all off the bed. Gail's lips left Curt's asshole to caress Ronnie's cunt as she came, then returned to the bunghole as Ronnie's wild movements began to slow.
Curt had planned to let his jism flow this time, but once Ronnie had come he changed his mind. He wanted to drain his balls into an unsated pussy, and Ronnie was already purring underneath him in satisfaction.
He was about to withdraw when Lorraine flew into another spastic end, lovejuice streaming into his mouth as her cunt twitched with pleasure. He ate until she'd been cooled off, then tore his prick from Ronnie's cunt and dove on top of Gail.
But before he could ram his cock into her, she tossed him off and pushed him onto his back, mounting him with her fingers at her cunt. His pole slid easily into her greased cunt, her buttocks warm against his balls.
He'd counted Lorraine out of the action too soon. As he began to pump up into Gail's dewy channel, Lorraine mounted him, facing Gail, settling her silken cheeks down on his chest. She embraced Gail, their heads leaned forward, their lips met, their tongues twined together in the heat of their mouths.
The sight of their passionate embrace was enough to send Curt's jism soaring into his prick. Both the blonde and the brunette were rocking from his thrusts as he reached around Lorraine for a handful of meaty tit and felt his body tense with an approaching orgasm.
The climax was slow in reaching a head, he felt his cock stiffen inside Gail's cunt and remain swollen for a good ten seconds before finally, with a long, loud cry, he shot his seed inside her. At the first spurt she too entered her end, wailing ecstatically as she tossed up and down on top of his squirting member.
They came to a rest together, gasping for breath. Lorraine was the first to dismount, lying back on the mattress as Gail climbed off Curt's stake.
"I've never had so much fun in my entire life," Lorraine grinned as she took Curt in her arms. "I could go on like this all night long."
He laughed. "That I believe, honey, that I believe."
She didn't have long to wait. Curt had scarcely caught his breath when Jack's prick was ready for action again. He let Ronnie work on it with her lips, then crammed it into Lorraine's cunt again for a long, wild ride. A few minutes later Ronnie, Gail, and Curt joined in, the five locked together in a continually varying series of match-ups until they'd all enjoyed still another frenzied climax.
Curt wasn't quite sure who fell asleep first. All he did know was that, as he drifted off into a well-earned slumber, a pair of warm lips were hungrily caressing his overworked member. One thing was for certain: the lips weren't Jack's.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The week that followed was the most hectic in Curt's life-and one of the happiest. The fun began with another wild session in the bedroom the next morning that ended with a naked lunch for five on his living room floor. The afternoon produced a final sex spree for the road and the agreement to schedule the fivesome on a regular basis.
Before the week was out, Curt had found the apartment he'd been looking for in the city. It was much larger than he'd originally planned on, but with good reason: Lorraine would be moving in with him as soon as he was settled. And Jack had promised raises for them both to help smooth the transition.
Jack, for his part, had his own affairs to attend to. His wife had not taken well to his overnight disappearance, and by the time the next scheduled get-together rolled around, she absolutely forbade him to leave the house after dinner. But nothing in the world was going to stop Jack from keeping his date with his four sexmates, not even the prospect of being thrown out of his house by an irate wife. He moved into a hotel the day after their second get-together, his room enlivened by the frequent visits from Gail. The night of the third session, Jack and Gail arrived together arm in arm.
Ronnie thus became the odd member of the fivesome. Cindy and Keith were back together, but all agreed that the sooner the young redhead could move out, the better for everyone. She still did not have a job, or another place to stay. She briefly considered moving back into her parents' house, but Curt easily talked her out of it.
The end of the week found Curt and Lorraine driving away from his former apartment in a rented U-haul, his clothes, furniture, and law books crammed into the rear of the truck and overflowing into the cab in front. Lorraine was curled up beside him for the drive into the city, but first there was a scheduled stop at Gail's apartment to pick up a few odd items he'd left there over the last few months.
They found Gail and Ronnie together in the living room when they arrived. Gail was all smiles.
"Jack just phoned," she explained. "It's all settled. He's leaving his wife and wants me to move into an apartment in the city with him as soon as possible."
"Congratulations," Curt replied. "Looks like this is a big week for all of us."
"Hope you don't mind if I don't help you find your things, Curt. I've got my own packing to do."
"Not at all."
By the time Curt collected his things Gail was already dashing around the apartment dumping her possessions into cardboard boxes. She paused to say goodbye.
"Well, this is it." He took her in his arms and kissed her. "I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of you and Jack once we're all living in the city."
She grinned. "You bet, honey." She turned to Lorraine. "And don't you get any ideas about keeping him all to yourself."
Lorraine laughed. "No chance of that."
Curt turned to Ronnie, who was standing quietly near the door. "And what are your plans now, baby?"
"I was just about to bring that up," the redhead replied. "How 'bout a lift out to the highway?"
"The highway?...."
"Ronnie's heading for greener pastures," Gail cut in. "California and all that. We talked it over and she made the decision last night."
"Well!" Curt chuckled. "Congratulations to you, too." He took her in his arms and kissed her goodbye. "You have some money, I hope?"
"Enough to get started." She giggled. "Or at least enough to get out there."
"If you get in a fix you know who to write to."
"Thanks," she murmured in his ear. "But I'm planning to find myself a sugar daddy. Think I'll have any trouble?"
He patted her buttocks playfully. "I doubt it."
Ronnie kissed Gail and picked up her suitcase. After another series of goodbyes, the trio made their way out to the parking lot, with Gail standing in her doorway to wave.
"There's room for only one in front," Curt told the redhead. "I've got my stuff piled in the seat."
"I'll hop in back...."
"No, you can ride up front," Lorraine said. "I'll jump in back for the ride to the highway. You two can say goodbye up front."
Curt moved a few boxes to make room for Lorraine in the van. She sat up in back, her legs dangling, the rear door open, and Curt and Ronnie slid in the cab. They were all waving to Gail as the truck clattered out of the parking lot.
"Well, babe," Curt laughed as they made their way toward the highway. "It's been fun. You know that."
She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll never forget you, Curt."
"Hope we can see each other again somehow."
"I wouldn't count on it." She ran her hand along his thigh. "Hell of a way to say goodbye, isn't it? A U-haul!" She leaned closer. "How would you like something to remember me by?"
He turned to grin. "I've got plenty to remember you by, baby."
"Well, then, call it a farewell present."
Her hand slid in along his thighs and pressed against his crotch. His cock began to swell as he felt her fingers pulling down his zipper.
"Hey," he laughed, "you're a driving hazard."
She unsnapped his slacks and spread apart the folds of his fly, then reached under his briefs to pull out his prick. The organ was growing rapidly as she took it in her hand.
Curt kept his eyes on the road, his hands on the wheel, as the redhead bent over and slipped her lips over his cockhead. The staff was fully erect by the time she slid downwards to the base and plunged it in her hot kiss.
He could see her red head rising and falling over his lap, but kept his eyes on the road, pulling over to the right lane to slow his speed. She worked slowly at first, caressing the crown with her tongue each time she rose, then quickened her pace and began lunging greedily at the upright member. Her red-tipped fingers were still around the base, stroking gently in time with her lunges.
The rumble of the truck, the novelty of the situation, the skill of her caress all combined to send Curt's jism soaring into his cock immediately. He stiffened his leg to hold his foot on the gas as he felt his thighs tightening with his upcoming orgasm. His fingers closed firmly around the steering wheel.
She plunged onto his shaft just as the crown erupted into her mouth. She gave a short cry, obviously surprised by the speed of his climax, but continued her hungry work, her head bobbing up and down on his lap until she'd drunk down the last drop of his seed.
When his fly was closed, she sat up again, wiping a droplet of come from her mouth.
"Too bad you don't have time to return the favor."
"Well, considering that you're hitchhiking to California," Curt replied, "I don't think you'll have to wait very long."
She chuckled. "Some guy on the road right now is a very lucky man. If I'm lucky maybe I'll get a ride from a truck driver. They have little beds in the back of their cabs, don't they?"
"You'll find out soon enough. We're at the highway."
Curt pulled off at the cloverleaf, Lorraine hopped out of the back and Ronnie stepped down from the cab. Lorraine and Ronnie kissed goodbye first, then Curt took the redhead in his arms and paid his farewells.
"Drive carefully," she winked at him as she picked up her suitcase and started up the road.
"Have fun, baby."
"I'm planning to."
Lorraine and Curt sat back in the cab and watched her trudge up to the highway. She'd no sooner taken her place on the side of the road and stuck out her thumb when a brand new sports car pulled over in front of her. Her red head disappeared into the car and sped off, westward bound.
Curt put the truck in gear and pulled out.
"Wild kid, eh?"
"Mmmm." Lorraine was leaning against his shoulder. As they returned to the road, her hand slid between his thighs and pressed against his crotch. She looked up and grinned.
