Junie planted the soles of both feet solidly on the mattress and lifted up her ass to receive the full benefit of Derek's fiercely thrusting cock into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, darling! Give it to me! Fuck me! It feels so good. There! Yes, right there! Oh, my God, it's marvelous! Keep fucking me, darling! Don't stop! Fuck me forever!"
She began thrusting up her ass in rhythm to the probing jabs of his ramrod-hard prick. It was their first fuck together, and both were trying to make the most of it. A first fuck-a hot cunt, a stiff cock-is always exciting, always deliriously sweet.
Derek was having a hard time holding back. He was ready to come, ready to squirt his load of jizum up into that beautiful hot twat beneath. Already his loaded hot balls were banging up against her sweet ass.
He drove his cock into the depths of Junie's steaming cunt and held the head pressed against her womb. He clenched his teeth, fighting mightily to restrain himself.
Junie moaned and writhed beneath the weight of his body. "Wait!" she begged. "I'll be with you in a moment. I can feel it starting."
She had already spasmed three times and was now working for her big climax. She knew it was going to be tremendous when it finally happened. She had never experienced anything like this. Never.
She reached up and encircled Derek's head with her hand, forcing his mouth down onto her parted lips.
"Kiss me!" she breathed. "Stick your tongue way inside my mouth."
Derek did as ordered. His mouth crushed hers. His tongue engaged her eager and waiting tongue. Their mouths moved in unison, their moans and groans of pleasure intermingling.
Derek forced a hand between their bodies and fondled one of her luscious tits. He pulled his mouth away from hers and squirmed around so that he could suck one of the hard brown nipples. He lapped at the beauteous mound of flesh, then began working on the nipple again. Junie's body suddenly stiffened.
"Start fucking me again," she begged. "I'm getting it! I'm coming! Oh, God, it's terrific! Oh, my darling! Oh, my sweet wonderful man! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Derek lifted himself up slightly and began driving his throbbing cock home with short, quick jabs. All restraint, all control was gone. He worked with a feverish excitement with only one object in mind: To dump his load, fully and completely. Their sweating bodies slithered together. They fucked in perfect unison.
A tingling had begun throughout Junie's body, all of it gravitating toward her hot loins. She stiffened even more, moaned even louder. It was beginning; it was culminating. She was on fire. Forks of lightning streaked through her. Her cunt juices were running freely. Already she could feel Derek's jizum begin to squirt.
"More!" she cried. "Oh, more, more! I love it! I'm in heaven! It's the most glorious feeling I've ever known. Ram that big beautiful cock of yours as far in as it will go."
Derek was grunting. He was fucking for all of his worth. Squirt after squirt of semen followed the first. He thought it would never stop. He didn't want it to stop.
"Take it," he growled. "You asked for it, now take every drop."
"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
Junie had exploded inside. Fire raced through her. She had reached her peak. She soared away on a cloud of glorious sensation and came back again, fighting to hold the peak. She kept coming and coming and coming. She was all cunt, nothing but cunt, glorying in the best fuck she'd ever had.
Derek shot his final burst of jizum. He rammed his cock in up to the hilt and held it there. Breathing heavily, he lay full length on her body, savoring the last sweet dregs of his own wonderful come.
Junie's writhing body at last subsided. Her stiffened legs became limp and fell to her sides. Whimpering, she still clung to the man lying on top of her, reluctant to have him withdraw his weakening prick. Her cunt juices, mingling with his semen, oozed its way out from the lower edge of her twat.
"Was it good, Junie?" he whispered.
"It was wonderful!"
"Did you really like having me fuck you?"
"I loved it."
"Say it"
"I loved having you fuck me, Derek." He smiled and kissed her. "Shall I pull out now?"
"In a minute."
She lay inert, liking the pressure of his body on hers. He kissed her again, flicking the tip of his tongue along her lips. She gave a little shudder.
"I like that. Kiss me again, then pull out and get off."
He worked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He rolled his hips and she clasped both cheeks of his ass and pulled him down hard.
But it was over. At least for the time being. She pulled her face away at last, and her hands went limp on the cheeks of his ass.
"Roll off," she said. "Lie beside me."
He did so, pulling his prick from her pussy slowly, liking the faint sucking sound it made when it came clear of her vulva.
He lay beside her and took her into his arms. She snuggled close and took his limp cock in her tiny fist.
He looked down into her eyes, smiling tenderly.
"Junie, I've never enjoyed a piece of ass more."
She smiled and kissed him. "And it's only just begun."
For a moment he was silent, staring at her questioningly.
"I want to suck your cock," she whispered.
* * *
An hour ago this girl had walked into Derek's office and announced that her name was Junie Kellerman, a nude dancer. She had come in response to his request for a subject to be interviewed.
He had regarded her in mild astonishment, trying hard not to reveal his true feelings. He didn't know exactly what he had expected, but Junie Kellerman wasn't it. She was pretty and wholesome looking. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue, clear and honest-looking. She had a beautiful figure, perfectly proportioned. Her voice was soft and she was articulate.
Derek was a free-lance writer, working for the most part on assignments from newspapers and periodicals. When Tom Slater of the Journal had called and told him what he wanted, Derek had hesitated.
"Hell, Tom, I don't know anything about nude dancers. I've never seen one perform."
"Well, hell, Derek, you'd better get with it That's your job, isn't it? Or do we assign you to the run of the mill crap that you've been turning in? Nude dancing is hot. No pun intended." Tom hesitated and Derek could picture the malicious grin on his face. "The job pays five hundred bucks. Do you want it, or shall I call Loyd Tanner?"
"You bastard, Tom." Lloyd Tanner was Derek's keenest competition. He wasn't as good a writer, but he'd turn out anything for a buck. It wasn't the first time that Tom had used his name as a sort of blackmail. "When do I have to get the copy in?"
"Take all the time you want, so long as you meet next Sunday's deadline."
There was a bistro up the street called the Black Bottom. It advertised nude dancing, topless waitresses, cheap beer, and pornographic movies. Derek entered the place with some misgivings. He wasn't sure that this was his bag but, after all, he was a writer and he'd been given an assignment.
The place was dimly lighted except for a platform that had been erected on the left side of the room. A bright spotlight followed the antics of a girl who, except for the shoes she wore, was completely naked. Long, dark hair framed a pixie-like face. Her pubic hair was even darker, forming a perfect triangle, the apex of which disappeared between her legs.
Presumably, the girl was dancing to the screeching of loud rock music that blared from a juke box. Dancing? At the moment the girl had come to a pause in front of a middle-aged man who sat at the very edge of the platform, staring up in glassy-eyed appreciation.
Slowly, the girl squatted, spread her knees wide and began thrusting her pussy toward the customer in short, quick jerks, more or less in time to the music. The man leaned forward and licked his lips.
The dancer smiled, stood erect and held her body sideways. Slowly, her hand moved toward her crotch. She entwined her fingers in the dark pubic hair and looked at her victim from beneath partly lowered lids. The man nodded eagerly. The girl threw back her head, gave a short laugh, and danced away, crossing one forefinger over that of the other in the familiar gesture of "shame, shame."
There was male laughter from the depths of the huge cavernous room. Derek looked around. Directly in front of him was a long bar. Behind it, two pretty bar maids, clad only in brief panties, their tits fully exposed, were serving beer to a dozen or more men who occupied the stools.
Derek started forward, and stopped. His eye had caught the flickering lights on a movie screen to the right of the bar. He moved closer. Three nude girls and a nude man were performing. The man was lying in a half-reclining position on a mattress. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. One of the girls, a blonde, was sucking his cock as though there were no tomorrow. One of the other girls, a redhead, was lying in such a position that she could fondle the man's balls, while he played with her twat. With his other hand, the man was fingering the second girl's pussy while she worked his mouth over with her own. Muffled moans and groans of delight and satisfaction came from all four.
Derek wrenched his eyes away and swung up onto one of the stools at the bar. A big-titted bar maid approached, took one look at his wide eyes and grinned. "First time?"
Derek nodded dumbly.
"Kind of interesting at first, but you'll get used to it. We all do. Beer?"
Again Derek nodded.
The bar maid uncorked a bottle and began to pour. "Stick around," she said. "There's a fucking scene in the next picture that's a dilly."
Derek stuck around. He watched the fucking scene. Two moderately hung guys were attempting to screw a girl at the same time. The girl was willing, obviously eager. She spread her legs wide, took hold of one cock and shoved it up her cunt. Then she seized the second prick, maneuvered her ass around and succeeded in getting number two in beside number one. She breathed a great sigh of ecstasy and ordered them to start fucking. They obeyed.
Once one of the cocks slipped out. Derek wasn't sure whether it was number one or number two: But the girl was ready for such an emergency. She seized the long, dripping jock with both hands and forced it into its fucking position.
It seemed to Derek that all three came at the same time. There was a great thrashing of bodies. Much groaning and cursing. Asses and legs were flying all over the place. Then great gobs of jizum were pouring into and out of the girl's cunt.
"More!" she yelled. "Give it to me, you bastards! I can handle all you've got. If I'm going to be double fucked, I want to know I'm being double fucked! Shove your finger up my ass, Joe."
Joe obliged. He drove his forefinger hard into her asshole savagely, pulling it partway out and shoving it in again.
The girl grunted in satisfaction. "That's good! That's great!" She suddenly moaned and began to grow limp. "All right. That's it. I've had it. You've both shot your loads. Now get lost."
Derek remained long enough to watch another nude dancer perform. This one was a blonde. She seemed proud of the way she could toss her monkey around. Time and time again she came squirming up to a man until his face was within inches of her throbbing pussy. She remained there, tossing her twat at his face until he reached for her. Then, laughing, she danced away.
A half hour later Derek went back to his office and jerked himself off. He couldn't even wait long enough to call a girl he knew who would be eager and willing to handle the job for him.
* * *
Derek had thought it would be easy to get one of the nude dancers to come to his office for an interview, but it wasn't. He phoned the managers of four nudie bars and was told by them all that they weren't pimps and they weren't running whorehouses. Theirs were legitimate business, operating within the law.
The manager of the fifth nudie joint he called was a woman. This time he tried to be more discreet. He explained who he was and what he wanted.
"The name's Wilson. Derek Wilson. I'm a writer. You'll find my name and address in the book. The Journal has assigned me to do a piece on the nude dancers. So far I haven't been able to talk to one. The managers of the places where they work seem to think I have ulterior motives. Will you help me?"
"Hold on a minute," the lady manager said. She left the phone, but was back in a minute. "Here's a phone number to call." She gave it to me. "Ask for Aaron Hendrick. He owns the biggest agency in town handling nude dancers. Tell him your story. He might help."
Derek thanked her and hung up. He dialed the number the lady manager had given him. A girl answered and he asked to speak to Aaron Hendrick. He came on the phone immediately.
Derek told his story in detail, and Hendrick said, "I get about fifty calls like this a week. Usually a guy gets a hard-on for a girl he's watched dance, and wants to lay her. I'm not in that business."
"I'm well aware of that. Believe me, I want only to talk to one or two of the girls."
"Suppose I come out there and meet you face to face? I can't afford to take any chances."
"I'd appreciate it if you did come out. You can probably answer a lot of my questions."
Aaron Hendrick arrived the next morning at the appointed hour. He was a tall, good-looking guy, powerfully built, articulate. During the course of conversation Derek learned that he was a college graduate with a degree in engineering, and had seventy girls signed up at his agency.
Impulsively Derek said, "But if you're an engineer, why-"
"The dough," Aaron interrupted. "My girls are paid eight dollars an hour. I get two and give them six. Seventy girls working eight hours a day seven days a week. Figure it out."
Derek did some quick mental arithmetic. The profit to the agent was staggering.
Aaron went on, "I spend most of my time visiting the clubs where the girls dance. Occasionally it's necessary to knock a few heads together."
"Oh?"
"Sometimes a drunk will get ideas and make a pass at one of the girls." Aaron grinned. "I played football in college. Later I dabbled in boxing."
"I see. The girls feel pretty safe when you're around."
"That's it."
"Tell me, how much on the average do the dancers make a week?"
"Between two hundred and fifty and five hundred, depending on the tips."
There were a lot more questions that Derek wanted to ask, but he refrained, pending the outcome of the interview. He noticed that Aaron had pretty much sized up the contents of his office: Typewriter, copying machine, files, stacked manuscripts, reference books all the other accoutrements of a writer who depended upon his craft to make a living.
Derek said, "I'd like to talk to one or two of the girls, if you can arrange it."
"Sure." Aaron stood up. "They'd get a bang out of it. So would I. The Journal's not a bad rag. They'll give us a break."
Derek wasn't sure what the guy meant, but he didn't intend to ask.
Aaron went on, "I'll have Junie call you. She's a cute little trick. Then I'll have Bonnie drop by. She's been a dancer longer than any of them and knows all the tricks." He paused. "Maybe after you've talked to them you'd like to accompany me on my nightly rounds and meet some of the other girls."
"I would," Derek said. "Definitely." He rose. "I appreciate this, Aaron. There's one thing. I don't want to embarrass any of the girls."
Aaron laughed. "You can't embarrass those girls. They might embarrass you, but you'll never embarrass them." He crossed to the door, and turned. "Derek, my boy, I can see you're a pretty naive sort of guy. I'm going to introduce you to a whole new world. You might think you've been around and know the world, but you don't. You'll see."
* * *
Derek looked at the petite little blonde sitting across from his desk. She was wearing a mini skirt and had crossed her legs so that practically everything was revealed up to her crotch. Her tits protruded firmly and were loose. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"She's a sexy-looking thing," he thought. "Those wide green, innocent-looking eyes are deceiving."
"Tell me, Junie," he began. "Are you married?"
"Yes," she answered softly, "I've been married for four years."
"What does your husband do?"
"He's a mechanic."
"Do you have any children?"
"One two-year-old boy."
Derek cleared his throat. "I'm going to ask you some rather intimate questions. If you don't want to answer just say 'no comment.'"
Junie remained silent. She was staring at him with faintly amused look. He had the same annoyed feeling that he'd experienced when Aaron had told him he was a pretty naive sort of guy.
"How does your husband feel about you being a nude dancer, Junie?"
A fleeting smile crossed her lips. "At first he'd come down and watch me. I'd dance for him in particular. Then we'd go home and have a ball. After awhile he stopped coming and I found out he was fucking everything he could get his hands on. So I decided that what was fair for him was fair for me. I began doing a little outside fucking myself. The only difference was, I told Will about it."
Derek licked his lips. He tried not to show the shock that he felt.
"So what happened?"
"He left me. Walked out. But he was back in a week. We talked the thing over and made a pact."
"A pact?"
"We agreed that if either of us wanted to indulge in some outside screwing, we'd do so. When it happened, we'd tell the other about it. We also agreed never to fuck the same person twice. That way, neither would get emotionally involved."
"So how did it work out?"
"Beautifully. Since we made the pact, we've both enjoyed our sex together a hundred times more." She smiled. "It's the answer to a perfectly happy marriage."
"It is?"
"Of course. There isn't a married couple in the world who, after a couple of years of living together, don't begin looking for some outside nooky. Will and I merely recognized and acknowledged that fact. We love each other more than when we were first married."
Derek had a few answers to that statement such as even though her logic were accurate, controlling the impulse to screw outside of the home hearth meant the difference between a civilized and barbaric society. Instead of propounding the theory, however, he changed the subject.
"How does a girl go about getting a job as a nude dancer?"
"At first it's a matter of standing nude in front of a full-length mirror and doing what comes naturally. I also talked to other dancers and watched them perform."
"Then what?"
"Then, when I felt that I was ready, I called a couple of clubs and asked the managers if I could audition for them. This, of course, was before I signed with the agency."
"And what did the audition consist of?"
"Stripping down before the man who was doing the hiring and dancing for him."
"In the privacy of his office, I suppose."
"Of course."
Derek licked his lips. "Did the man who was doing the hiring ever suggest that you go to bed with him?"
Junie looked at him in faint surprise. "That's an accepted part of the audition." She shrugged. "No problem. My clothes were off, anyhow. And a girl's job might depend upon whether or not she could give the boss a good fucking."
"And I suppose you were-are-available whenever the boss feels he needs some sex."
"Of course. But it isn't as bad as you might think. First, the boss has any number of girls to choose from. You find yourself awaiting your turn. Second, if a girl gets tired of being fucked by the same man, she can move on to another club. It's like sharing the same variety that Will and I have together."
Two things began happening to Derek. First, he began experiencing a wrenching, tearing sensation in his guts. It annoyed the hell out of him because he couldn't understand it. Second, he suddenly realized that he had an enormous hard-on. That, he could understand.
Junie was saying, "Don't you want to know what I think about when I'm dancing?"
"Tell me."
"Well, it depends upon how horny I feel when I reach the club. If I'm sort of indifferent, I think about balling with a man I truly, truly love."
"Balling?"
"Fucking. By thinking like that I can really get myself in the proper mood. The trick is, of course, to dance for one customer at a time and make him feel that it's personal." She laughed gleefully. "You should see the expressions on their faces when I shove my pussy up into their faces. Then the movement of the hands count too."
"Do any of the customers ever proposition you?"
"The night that I'm not propositioned at least a half dozen times, I consider the evening a failure."
"And what are the results?"
Again Junie shrugged. "It depends on whether or not I like the guy's look, how horny I feel and whether I'm reasonably certain that my husband is out banging some other broad."
Gradually it began occurring to Derek that he was entering the new world of which Aaron Hendrick had spoken. It was a world of sex, sex as he had never before known it in spite of wide and various experiences. This girl, this Junie, was talking to him in as casual and conversational a tone as he, Derek, might discuss a new best seller with a contemporary. Sex was her business, her profession. She accepted it as any other professional or business person would accept his or hers. Your ordinary girl might use a four-letter word for its shock value. For Junie it was merely the language of her trade.
Derek's hard-on had begun to throb. Surreptitiously, beneath the edge of his desk, he pressed his hand hard against the stiff rod and found some relief.
Junie suddenly leaned forward, her eyes bright.
"Would you like to have me take my clothes off and dance for you? You may take some pictures if you like."
Derek's heart began to pound. A fine film of perspiration had formed on his forehead. His throbbing prick began playing a steady tattoo inside his pants. He had never been more thoroughly aroused.
"Yes," he said hoarsely. "I should have some pictures."
He rose and Junie's eyes flicked across his bulging fly. She laughed delightedly.
Derek nodded to a partly open door that led to a back room. It was a room that he used chiefly for storage-manuscripts, books, magazines, and a surplus of supplies. It also contained a sofa. Beyond was a tiny lavatory.
"In there," he said.
Junie gave him a fleeting smile and disappeared into the storage room. Derek stumbled to his front door and bolted it. He returned to his desk and produced a tiny Instamatic camera and a handful of flash bulbs. Fumblingly, breathing hard, he inserted a bulb into its socket and cocked the trigger.
When he entered the storage room, he stopped short. Completely naked, Junie was reclining on the sofa, her beautiful white tits staring at him, her pubic hairs visible at her crotch. As Derek watched, she opened up her legs, revealing the luscious pinkness of her cunt.
"Suppose we try this pose first," she said. "It's my pussy that you want to see, isn't it?"
Derek lifted the camera and glued his eye to the finder. His hands were trembling so much that for a few seconds the naked girl appeared only as a blur. But he managed to get the shot off, and Junie's twat was immortalized on the strip of film.
During the next ten minutes, Derek shot Junie's nude body from every conceivable angle. He had her stand with her pussy poked forward in a dancing pose. He had her kneel on the sofa with her legs spread so that both her cunt and her ass were clearly exposed. She smiled at him over her shoulder while he was snapping the picture.
Junie improvised a good many poses of her own, all designed to arouse a man, to drive him to the brink of insanity. The sweat was pouring from Derek's face. He wasn't thinking rationally. His entire being was consumed with desire.
At last the roll of film was completely exposed. He was standing close to the sofa where Junie was reclining. She reached up and took hold of his cock, squeezing it.
"My!" she exclaimed. "That's a beauty!" She laughed, unzipped his fly and pulled the monster out. She kissed its head. Again she looked up into his face.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, darling, and give me a good fucking? You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
Derek's breath whistled through his nose. "Yes," he said. "I want to fuck you. God, do I want to fuck you!"
He ripped off his clothes and came and knelt between her widespread legs. She reached up and took hold his pulsating cock.
"Easy, darling," she said. "Easy. We both want to get as much enjoyment out of this as we can, don't we?"
He growled in his throat and thrust his hips downward, but she held onto his prick relentlessly.
"Darling, darling, please! It's been a long time since I've had a man so thoroughly aroused and I intend to take advantage of it. Just control yourself, and I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had."
"Stick it in!" he cried savagely. "Shove it into that hot cunt of yours. Now!" He was frantic with desire, pushing down hard, his eyes wild.
Still grasping his cock firmly, she let him ease himself down so that she could swab the swollen head the length of her pussy. Then she brought it up until it was pressed against her clitoris. She flicked it back and forth, moaning and groaning in ecstasy.
"Goddamn you, stick that cock in where it belongs!" Derek yelled. "For Christ's sake, is this a one man's show, or what? I want to be fucked too, you know."
"Of course you do, darling, and you're going to be fucked. I promise you. You'll never forget it."
Junie planted the soles of her feet solidly onto the mattress. She lifted up her ass. "Now, darling! Now! For this moment my cunt belongs only to you. Fuck me! Give me all of that big beautiful cock of yours. Fuck me with all of your worth, darling."
She inserted the head of his cock between the lips of her cunt, and began to fuck.
Exhausted, Derek lay flat on his back and closed his eyes. He had never felt more content, more peaceful or fulfilled. Junie had said she wanted to suck his cock. He smiled to himself; He hated to disappoint her, but after the fucking she'd just given him, he doubted that he could get another hard-on for a week. She had completely drained him. But he didn't know Junie.
She had released his flaccid prick from her fist and was toying with his balls. She reached around and ran the edge of her hand along the crevice of his ass. She lifted her face and flicked the tip of her tongue inside his ear.
To his astonishment, Derek's cock began to stir. It began to swell. He couldn't believe the sensation that was welling up inside of him. He felt Junie's hand once more on his prick. She was stroking it gently, massaging the head.
He opened his eyes and found her smiling face within inches of his own.
"It usually takes me about two minutes to get a man's cock ready for action again, after he's shot his load. I've spent less than a minute on yours."
"I'm still no good," he muttered.
"You will be," she assured him.
Her fingers tightened on his shaft. She began stroking with firm, measured jerks. She let go of his prick momentarily and flicked her fingers over his balls. Then she went back to his cock, working on it expertly. And all the while her soft, moist lips roved over his face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. She made little crooning sex sounds that caused the blood to course warmly through his veins. And suddenly his prick leaped!
"There!" she cried exultantly. "And the two minutes aren't completely up!"
Incredulously, he stared down at his crotch. His cock, held firmly in Junie's hand, had risen to full erection.
"I'll be damned!" he muttered. "By God, I didn't think you or any other girl could do it."
"How many girls have tried?" she teased.
"None, apparently, who knew what they were doing." He turned on his side and took her nude body into his arms. He fondled her, reached down and inserted his finger into her twat by way of the back door. Her pussy was hot and moist.
"My God, what a woman!" He held her tighter, fingering her, thrusting his tongue in to meet hers. Now his jock was as stiff as a board. Now desire was sweeping through him wildly.
"You do want me to suck your cock, don't you, darling?" she whispered.
"Yes! By God, that's just what I want. I want it now!"
She laughed softly. "And what if I refused?"
"I'd shove it down your throat!" he told her savagely. "Try refusing and see."
Again she laughed softly. "I like that," she said. "I like it when a man becomes so aroused he can't control himself, that he takes what he wants."
She squirmed around, bringing her face to within an inch of the head of his cock. For a moment she merely held the shaft in her fist, gently stroking it, admiring the great bulbous head. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and took the entire head into her mouth, tonguing it, applying her lips and moistening it with saliva.
Abruptly she pulled her head away and looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Did you like that?"
"It was wonderful! Beautiful!"
"Do you want more?"
"Yes! For God's sake, don't stop!"
His prick was throbbing now, as big and hard and eager as it had been when he had fucked her a few minutes before.
Junie lowered her head again. This time she swallowed his prick. She took the head into her mouth, then ran her maw down the length of the shaft until the roseate bulb pressed against her throat. She repeated the maneuver several times, then returned to the head and went to work on it furiously. One hand reached around and played with his balls. The other hand roved over his body.
Derek looked down at the bobbing head, and realized suddenly that she was working him up into another climax. She was going to make him come again. He couldn't believe it, but it was true. He could already feel the semen building up in his balls.
Then Derek became aware of something else. Junie, lying on her side, had maneuvered her body around so that her crotch was within inches of his face. He could see her cunt plainly. It was glistening with her own sex fluid. As though impelled to do so, she was opening and closing her thighs with an urgency she couldn't control.
Derek had never eaten cunt. His men friends had repeatedly told him of the delights of it, and once he had tried. Her name was Rose and she was a one-night shot. She had thrust her pussy up into his face and told him what she wanted.
Impulsively, he'd buried his face between her legs, but he couldn't take it. He'd withdrawn after the first contact, disgusted with himself. Perhaps it was because Rose meant no more to him than a fast piece of ass, and he'd decided then and there that eating cunt was not his bag.
Now things were different. He knew that he was going to eat Junie's cunt. What's more, he knew that he was going to like it.
Tentatively he thrust his face forward, and Janie opened her legs wide in anticipation. He could smell her twat, could feel its heat. He pressed his face against the vulva, thrust his tongue inside.
And suddenly, unexpectedly, Derek was eating Junie's cunt voraciously, eagerly, greedily-and liking it.
Junie moaned her appreciation. She thrust her hips against his face, opening her legs wide. He pulled back a little, and he swiped his tongue up and down the length of her steaming cunt. Then once more he thrust inside and she closed her thighs about his head in a viselike grip.
Already her cunt juices were seeping from the corners of his mouth. He was swallowing as much as he could, loving it.
Junie was working on his cock furiously, bobbing her head up and down in short quick jerks. One hand was constantly on his balls, fondling, squeezing gently. Whimpering, crooning, she continued to suck as though her life depended upon it.
Derek's prick began to swell. He knew he was on the verge of exploding again, and far back in his mind his astonishment grew. But he didn't stop to analyze the sensation; he was living for the moment.
Junie began to spasm. Each time she did, her ass jerked convulsively. She emitted loud moans of delight. Her cunt juices flowed even more freely.
Derek felt the start of his orgasm and he began fucking her mouth. She clung to him tenaciously, still sucking, rolling his balls back and forth in the palm of her hand.
Suddenly Junie's entire body stiffened. There was an explosion inside of her that vibrated to every part of her body. Her own organism had started. It was beginning to peak. Every nerve and fiber began to tingle. She open her mouth wide, still keeping Derek's cock inside, and shrieked her pleasure.
At this every moment Derek felt the first spurt of his semen. It was followed by another, and then another. He could feel them bang up against Janie's throat. He heard her gulp. He knew that she was drinking as fast as she could swallow. Even so, he was aware that, lest she gag, she was allowing some to trickle from the corners of her mouth. He could feel the warm wetness on his balls.
He wrenched his face from between Junie's legs. His mouth and cheeks were glistening with her cunt juices.
"God Almighty!" he bellowed. "I'm out of this world!"
Junie's body relaxed. She had known complete fulfillment. She was limp, exhausted. It had been a beautiful, most satisfying experience. She wanted nothing more at the moment than to lie down close beside this handsome hunk of man and sleep.
Slowly she removed her mouth from his cock. Her lips and chin and neck were wet and sticky with his erupted jizum. She held his flaccid prick in her hand for a moment, admiring it.
She laughed lightly. "You monster. For a minute I thought you weren't going to make it."
Afterward she picked up a corner of the sheet, and wiped her mouth, chin, and neck. Then she crawled wearily up beside him, encircled his chest with one arm and lay her head against his shoulder. His arm held her tightly, and she closed her eyes.
"Was it worth it?"
"Worth it!" He laughed. For a moment he was silent. "Want to know something?"
"What?"
"It was the first time I've eaten cunt." He hesitated. "I like it. Was it worth it to you?"
She opened her eyes, studied him for a moment, then kissed him on the mouth. "Yes, darling. You ate like an expert. I came four times. Thank you."
She closed her eyes again, and then both slept.
CHAPTER TWO
Derek lay flat on his back in his apartment and stared up at the ceiling. It had grown dark, but the bedroom was dimly lighted by the street lights beyond the window.
Upon arriving home two hours ago, he had mixed himself a stiff whisky and soda and downed it in a couple of gulps. He was exhausted and he was hoping that the drink would put him to sleep. One usually did. This time, however, he felt more wide awake than ever.
So he mixed another drink, drank it slowly and lay down. But sleep wouldn't come. The events of the afternoon passed across his mind. He tried to put them aside, but they persisted. A picture of Junie, her face, her body, the words she spoke, the movements she made were indelibly implanted on his brain. In spite of his best efforts, they wouldn't go away.
"What in hell is the matter with you?" he raged at himself. "You'd think it was the first piece of ass you'd ever had. Forget her, for Christ's sake. She's nothing but a whore and a tramp."
But in the next moment he was thinking, "Maybe she wasn't the first piece of ass you've ever had, but she was damn well the best."
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was useless. Junie was there beside him. Her hand was gently fondling his prick. Her gorgeous tits were pressed against his arm. Her smiling face hovered inches above his own.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you, darling?"
"Yes! I want to fuck you. God, do I want to fuck you!"
Derek swore aloud. The words were as clear as if she were here, speaking them again. Worse, he was experiencing once again the wrenching, tearing sensation in his guts. It was even more pronounced and more annoying because he couldn't understand it. Then abruptly something clicked in his mind and he jerked himself upright.
"No!" he told himself savagely. "No! It can't be! It's too weird to even think about!"
Derek had known such a wrenching, tearing feeling only once before in his life. It had happened four years ago at a cocktail party given by a young married couple, close friends. He had looked across the smoke-filled noisy room and seen a girl. She was the most beautiful, the sexiest-looking female he had ever imagined in his wildest dreams.
Her hair was dark and hung loosely to her shoulders, framing a face that was classic in its contours. She was wearing a mini skirt; her legs were long and slim and beautifully shaped. The V of her dress revealed the beginnings of the swellings of a pair of gorgeous tits.
She was looking at him steadily, and, without giving it a conscious thought, he strode to where she was standing.
"Hi. My name's Derek. Derek Frome. I'm a writer. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She laughed throatily. "Hi, Derek Frome, writer. I'm Linda Tolman, painter."
Derek had heard about the chemistry that attracts one person to another. Linda had apparently heard about it, too. From that point on, neither was aware that anyone else in the room existed. For the most part, they simply stared at each other, making inane remarks, not making much sense, but each being acutely aware of the other.
Then at last Derek had said, "I've a car outside. Would you like to go for a drive?"
"I'd love to."
Neither gave a conscious thought as to what lay ahead, but when the time came, they accepted it wholly, beautifully, and as naturally as if it had always been a part of their lives.
Derek drove up into the hills. Neither of them spoke. She sat close to him and the feel of her body was like an electric flame.
When they were well away from town, he turned into a side road and drove for half a mile. He parked beneath a canopy of arching maple trees and switched off the motor and lights. Moonlight drifted down between the shimmering leaves, dabbling the car and the countryside.
Involuntarily, they turned toward each other. In the dim light, she looked even more beautiful than ever. Her eyes were bright, eager.
When he opened his arms, she came into them, pressing her body hard against his. Their lips met, gently at first, then with a fierce hungry passion. Their tongues became entangled, and they moved against each other, making satisfying, wanting sounds.
Derek pulled back a little and with one hand he brushed aside the blouse covering one of her tits, exposing the beautiful globe for his inspection. The nipple stood out, brown and hard.
He leaned forward, opened his mouth wide and gulped as much of the lovely breast as he could. His tongue ran around the nipple in ever-decreasing circles. At last he had the nipple imprisoned between his lips. He sucked hard.
Linda pressed his face hard against her. "Oh, dearest," she whispered. "Oh, dearest!"
His free hand went up under her skirt, caressing her thigh, wandering across the cheek of her ass. He discovered that she was wearing a scant pair of panties, and he inserted his finger in the waistband and pulled down. She lifted her ass so that he could pull them down over her hips, then her knees and at last to her ankles. She kicked them free.
"I think we'd better get in back," he whispered.
"Yes."
The transfer was quickly made. They lay stretched out, facing each other. Derek inserted his hand between her legs, and she opened them to allow easy access. Her cunt was swimming.
Savagely, he unfastened his belt, zipped open his fly and pulled out his cock. Instinctively, Linda reached for it. Her hand encircled the shaft, and she uttered a little cry. His prick was a monster, rock-hard, throbbing.
"I'm going to fuck you," he grated.
"I want you to fuck me."
He started to mount her and she whispered, "Be gentle, dearest. It's my first time."
His reactions to her words were ones of fierce joy and pride. She was a virgin, and she was giving herself to him freely. What man could ask for more? He tried to be gentle. God, how he tried. But when he knew the hymen was broken, when he knew that her brief moment of pain had passed, he fucked with all the passion and unchecked desire at his command.
She responded nobly. She rose to meet his every thrust. She cried out joyfully when he drove his prick deep within her. She begged for more. She spasmed and let out a yelp of pure delight. She curled her legs around his back, and pulled him down on top of her until he felt locked in a vise.
Derek wanted it to last. He tried mightily to hold back. But it was no use. He began to shoot. Spurt after spurt of hot semen banged up against her womb. And with each spurt she clung to him more desperately, whimpering in sheer delight.
It ended at last. Breathing hard, he lay on her, full length, letting his shrinking cock remain in the warm depths of her cunt.
"Was it good, Linda? Was it what you wanted?"
"It was wonderful! It was just what I wanted." She hesitated. "I want more."
He laughed lightly and nibbled at her ear. "And more you shall have. Give me a moment or two to recover from the first delightful experience."
He kissed her and slowly withdrew his prick. It came free with a soft sucking sound.
"See," she cried. "It doesn't want to leave." She reached down and took the shaft in her hand. "It's beautiful. I love it." She stroked it gently. "Will it get hard again?"
"Keep that up and you'll be surprised how hard it will get, and how soon."
She pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed it "I didn't know that fucking could be so wonderful. Is it always so?"
"That depends upon how the two people who are involved feel toward each other. Do you think you'd like being fucked by someone else?"
"No! I'm positive I wouldn't. The mere thought of it makes me shudder." She shuddered and, pleased, Derek laughed.
"That's something we can talk about later. Right now, I'm beginning to feel that urge for further action."
Under Linda's constant manipulation, his cock had begun to swell again. Much to her delight, it stiffened and rose to full erection. She laughed happily.
"It's big again. Did I do that?"
"I'm beginning to think that you can do it to me any time you choose."
"I want to kiss it"
Without waiting for his reply, she swiftly bent down and kissed the head, then, and for a moment, held it between her lips. She lifted her face to stare at him round-eyed.
"I liked doing that. Did you mind?"
"Mind!" he grinned. "Darling, you're terrific." He took hold of her hips, lifted her up and swung her around so that she was astride him. "But right now I want some more fucking. Only this time you're going to do the work."
It was strange, new to her, but she adapted readily, instinctively. She leaned forward, took hold of his cock and steered it up into the proper channel of her twat. A delighted moan escaped her lips as she eased her ass down, driving the head far up into her cunt.
She was still wearing her blouse. Now Derek finished unbuttoning it, exposing both of her beautiful tits. He fondled them both, kissing and sucking one and then the other.
"Do you think I have a nice pair of tits, dearest?"
"They're the most beautiful sexiest tits I've ever seen."
"I'm glad you think so. I want you to think so."
Linda had been slowly gliding up and down the length of his shaft. Now she increased the pace, moaning and grunting with each spread-ass downward plunge. Derek began thrusting up his hips to meet her downward drives. They fucked in perfect tempo, perfect harmony, enjoying each and every stroke with increasing joy.
This time Derek was able to hold out longer. When he finally felt himself coming, he shouted the news to Linda and she went to work furiously, tossing her ass around as though it were something alive, which indeed it was.
They came simultaneously. Linda shrieked. She felt an explosion inside of her. Fire leaped through her veins. Every fiber and nerve in her body tingled with the most exquisite sensation she could ever believe possible.
"Oh, God, dearest! Oh, God! It's beautiful!"
Drool ran from the corners of her gasping mouth, down her chin and neck, dropping onto Derek's writhing chest.
Derek was grunting like a rutting pig. Both hands were grasping the cheeks of her ass, pulling her down onto him, burying his erupting cock far inside her pulsating cunt.
Gradually the orgasm tapered off. Linda had felt for a moment that she was all cunt. Now she lay forward, both of her tits flattened against his chest.
"That was even better," she whispered. "It was glorious."
"Satisfied?"
"For the time being."
Derek was feeling the wrenching, tearing sensation in his guts. He knew what it meant. He was in love. He would never feel whole again unless he possessed this girl completely, without reservation. He had to own her, to know that there would never be a sharing with another man. That she was his, forever and ever.
He looked up at her, searching her eyes. "I'm in love with you, Linda. I want you to be my wife."
She began to cry, kissing him torridly, pressing her cunt possessively over his limp cock.
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God yes! I wanted you to say it, but I wouldn't have let you go if you hadn't. Somehow I would have made you want to possess me."
* * *
Three days later they were married. Derek had never known such blissful happiness as in the period that followed.
Linda was smart. Besides being a good companion and helpmate, she knew that she should keep her husband sexually interested and satisfied at all times. She never allowed him to see her with curlers in her hair, or wearing a shapeless housecoat, or an ill-fitting dress. She always rose before he did in the morning. She'd go into the bathroom, freshen herself up, wash the sleep from her eyes, do her face, and reappear wearing a sexy-looking gown, smelling sweet and clean.
She'd sit on the edge of the bed, kiss him awake, then play with his jock until he was ready to burst. Sometimes she'd accompany him to the bathroom and hold his cock while he pissed, laughing delightedly as she sprayed the stream around the bowl.
Then, for the time being, it would end. She'd leave him to his shaving and showering, cross to the kitchen and by the time he was ready, she'd have his breakfast ready.
They always sat side by side, their knees touching. She always managed to contrive it so that one or both of her tits were partly revealed. Then, when he was unable to control himself longer and brushed aside her bodice and began sucking a nipple greedily, she hooted with triumph.
"You naughty boy, sucking your wife's tit before the day has scarcely begun."
"If my wife didn't have such beautiful tits I wouldn't suck them."
More times than not she'd unfasten his trousers, unzip his fly and ride his cock for a few minutes before he left for the office.
He'd say, "Just for that, young lady, you're going to get your ass fucked right through the sofa when I get home."
"If I couldn't depend on that I'd divorce you."
Always, at the door before she let him go, she'd give him her tongue and briefly squeeze his cock.
"You get rid of that hard-on before you reach the office."
"If it doesn't go down," he'd promise, "I'll stop at a filling station and pour cold water on it."
* * *
She'd be waiting for him when he returned in the evening. She'd be wearing the most sexy, most revealing dress that she could buy. It always worked.
Ignoring the pitcher of martinis that were always waiting on the coffee table, he'd seize her, throw her down onto the sofa and, with splendid and enjoyable cooperation from Linda, he'd fuck her until they were both exhausted.
They liked variety. Sometimes they fucked on the living room floor. Sometimes, still wearing their clothes, on a kitchen chair. Sometimes he'd carry her out to the garage and fuck her in the back seat of the car, just for old time's sake.
Afterward, pleasantly tired and satisfied, they'd drink their martinis, have dinner and then, unless something else were planned for the evening, they'd disrobe and fall into bed, leisurely enjoying each other's naked body until it was time for a good-night fuck, and sleep.
Linda knew that Derek liked to use the four-letter words when they were making love. She not only became aroused by using them herself, but she insisted that they do.
"I think my husband has the most beautiful cock in the world."
"How can you compare cocks if mine is the only one you've seen?"
"I read a lot and I've seen pictures."
"Whose pictures?"
"Well, how about Michelangelo's statue of David?"
"David didn't have a hard-on when the sculpture was made."
Linda giggled. "That's why I like to see your prick grow when I play with it. I can imagine what David's would look like."
"I suppose you think it would be bigger than mine."
"Don't be silly. No one could have a cock bigger than my husband's."
"Oh. Then it's only the size that counts!"
"Damn you. You know that isn't true." She bent over and gave the head of his prick a quick tonguing. "I wouldn't care if that cock were only an inch long, so long as it belonged to you and I had the rights to it."
Derek was silent a moment. "Do you know what I like?"
"You'd better say what I want you to say, or I'll bite that handsome prick of yours in two."
For answer, he thrust his head down between her legs and gave her pussy a thorough bussing. He came up, grinning, his mouth and cheeks glistening.
"Did you get the message?"
"Darling!" She swept him into her arms, kissing him, running her tongue over his glistening cheeks. "So it's my cunt that you like."
"It's your cunt that I love."
"You couldn't have said it better. Now I want to see-again-how good you are at giving me a good fucking."
"Oh. In that case I think we'd better try a new position."
Her eyes opened wide. "You mean there are others?" She looked delighted.
"Get up onto your hands and knees and I'll show you."
She obeyed. "Like this?"
"Only more so. Bend forward. Stick your ass up. Spread your legs."
She did so, and Derek said, "That's good. Hold it." He got in behind her, between her spread legs. His cock was like an iron rod in anticipation. "Now," he directed, "look down between your legs and do what comes naturally."
Linda lowered her head and peered between her spread legs. She gave a little gasp of delight as she saw the head of his prick come poking through. Without being told, she seized the shaft and directed the head of his jock into her steaming cunt.
Derek eased his prick in slowly. This was new to her, and he didn't want to hurt her. He needn't have worried.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Oh, darling! Oh, lover! It's glorious! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She backed her ass up against his probing cock and began to grind. "Give it to me, my husband! Give it to me!"
Derek drove his cock into the hilt, heard her gasp with pleasure, and began to fuck rhythmically. Linda spasmed. She cried out and spasmed a second time. Derek decided that it was the new position that was exciting her, and he began working for his own orgasm.
He put his chest down onto her back, reached around and seized both of her tits in his hands. Using them for leverage, his ass became a trip hammer, driving his tool up into her eager twat with short, rapid strokes.
"Darling!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! Oh, God, this is wonderful!"
Derek had begun to shoot. "Just keep your ass moving," he gasped. "I'm coming too. We'll climax together."
And they did. Wave after wave of fiery sensation bombed through Linda's being. And with each shot of jizum that Derek ejected, he grunted and yelled his pleasure. Gradually Linda sank down onto the bed, exhausted, spent, fulfilled. Derek went with her. For a long while he lay with his cock still imprisoned in her twat. At last he grunted and rolled off. She turned to face him, her expression sweet and adoring.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you were such a sexual genius?"
"You never asked. Besides, I wanted to show you."
She hugged and kissed him and, holding his limp prick in her hand, closed her eyes and slept the sleep of perfect contentment.
* * *
Two years passed. Two wonderful, glorious years. Two years filled with beauty, with complete sexual fulfillment. Derek and Linda had found the secret to the perfect marriage. They treasured it. They begrudged the moments when they could not be together. They delighted in the moments when they were in each other's arms.
It was the realization of a dream. They believed, without giving it conscious thought, that it would go on forever. But no. Fate dealt them an ugly blow.
There came a day when Linda was driving her small convertible along the coast highway. She was driving fast because Derek had phoned and asked her to meet him at the Old Seadog's Club. They were to have dinner with an editor and his wife.
She didn't see the car that came charging out of a side road. She never knew what hit her. When Derek arrived at the hospital to which she had been taken, his beloved was dead.
CHAPTER THREE
Derek groaned again and rolled over. Instinctively, he reached for his prick. It was bone hard. He gave it a couple of strokes, and stopped. "No, by God. I'm not that desperate."
He switched on the bedside light and looked at the clock. It was still early. Ten o'clock. Without hesitation he picked up the telephone and dialed. A throaty female voice answered.
"Hi, Betty."
The throaty voice lifted. "Derek, darling! How are you?"
"I'm okay. What are you doing?"
"Lying in bed, looking at television, and wishing you were here with me."
"You don't think it's too late?"
"Derek! What a horrible thing to say."
"Okay. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Fifteen minutes later, Derek rang the bell of Betty Simms' apartment. The door opened almost at once. Derek stepped inside.
Betty Simms was tall and willowy. She had chestnut brown hair that cascaded to her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and expressive. Her lips were full and sensuous.
If Derek ever decided to marry again, this was the girl he would have chosen. She was intelligent and thoughtful. Like Linda, she had never let him see her in anything but the most alluring outfit. She had always greeted him warmly. She was in love with him, and he knew it, though neither had ever brought the subject up for open discussion. They both enjoyed sex and made the most of it.
Just now he took her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. She could feel his hard prick pressing against her abdomen, and she trembled slightly in anticipation.
At last he pulled his tongue from her mouth. "God! You're the most responsive and exciting female that any man can ask for."
"Just ask for it, and it's yours."
"I know. Can we have a drink first?"
"Your Scotch and water is already mixed, sir." Her eyes were bright.
They crossed to the sofa and sat. Betty picked up a tall glass, ice tinkling, and handed it to him. She picked up another for herself.
"I've missed you, darling. It's been a week."
"Tom Slater gave me an assignment. I've been busy."
"Oh? What kind of an assignment?"
Derek shrugged as he drank. "Just another job. Nothing exciting." He was acutely aware of the lovely girl sitting beside him, of her warmth, her desire, her willingness, and he was furious at himself because he couldn't become more aroused. What the hell was the matter with him, anyway? He knew what was the matter with him, and inwardly he swore, thinking of himself only with contempt
Deliberately he placed his nearly empty glass on the table and turned toward Betty. He forced a smile, forced warmth and eagerness into his voice. "Did I ever tell you what a beautiful and desirable girl you are?"
"Show me."
Well, there it was. Put up or shut up.
She had allowed her gown to fall open. One ivory white leg was revealed almost to her hip. He could glimpse the edge of her pubic hair. One deliciously rounded tit was completely exposed. No man could have resisted, not even one as wretched in his mind as Derek.
He slipped an arm around her shoulder, leaned forward and gulped as much of the beautifully exposed tit into his mouth as he could, tonguing it, sucking out the nipple.
His other hand caressed her thigh, her ass. He moved the hand between her legs, gently pried them apart, and sought the hot, damp warmth of her pussy.
She stiffened a little, opened her legs wider, pressed his face harder against her tit She began to breathe harder, her entire body undulating.
"Take me to bed, dearest. Please take me to bed."
Pausing only to help her remove entirely the flimsy garment that she wore, he picked up her naked body and carried it to the bed. The sheet had been turned back her invitingly. He lay her on it gently. Then he stood, staring down at her naked loveliness spread out before him.
Slowly he started to undress. Shame and guilt and embarrassment flooded through him. He didn't have a hard-on. How was he going to explain that? What reason could he possibly give when she glimpsed his dangling, limp prick? It would be an insult to her loveliness, to her passion, to her desirability.
Derek removed his shirt, his trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his shoes. In a moment he would be forced to stand and drop his shorts. He didn't want to insult this girl of whom he was fond, of whom he was on the verge of falling in love. He owed her more.
He prayed that something would happen. And it did. He thought of Junie.
"Fuck me, darling! Drive that big fat cock of yours as far up into my cunt as it will go. Fuck my ass right through the mattress!"
Junie's words echoed and reechoed through Derek's mind. He felt his jock beginning to swell. Fumblingly he took off one shoe and then the next.
"June, I don't mind telling you I've never enjoyed a piece of ass more."
"And it's only just begun ... I want to suck your cock."
Derek's cock was hard and rigid. He dropped his second shoe to the floor, ripped off his socks, and stood up, sliding his shorts down over his hips. He stood there, looking down at the beautiful nude girl waiting for him. Only it wasn't Betty. It was Junie, her legs widespread, her eyes shining and eager, her arms uplifted.
He knelt between her legs and she reached up and took hold of his throbbing cock.
"Fuck me, dearest. Give it to me. It's been so long, so long."
He lowered himself and felt Betty insert the head of his prick into her steaming cunt. Only it wasn't Betty. It was Junie. It was Junie who encircled his shoulders with her arms and lifted up her hips to receive the fullness of his manhood.
"Oh, dearest, dearest, don't make me wait so long again." She began a rotary, up and down movement with her ass, a trick with which Derek had long become familiar and loved.
Derek drove his cock solidly home. He withdrew it and momentarily let the head brush against her clitoris. She moaned in ecstasy.
"Oh, dearest, that's wonderful! It's beautiful! Now drive it in again, as far as it will go, and hold it there a moment."
Derek did as directed. He plunged his throbbing prick to the hilt into the depths of her eager twat. For a moment he held it there, and for a moment neither of them breathed. They savored the instant, holding back, wanting it to last and last and last.
Betty began breathing again first. "Now!" she begged. "Now fuck me the way I like to be fucked."
Derek promptly began a series of rhythmic strokes. He encircled the top of her head with his arm for purchase and drove home jab after jab.
Only it wasn't Betty he was fucking. It was Junie. He closed his eyes and brought her image to mind. She was clasping her arms about him, urging him for more and more and more. She was whispering words into his ear, inspiring him to greater efforts. Her tongue was in his mouth, entangled with his own, sucking hungrily.
"Do you like me, Derek? Do you like fucking me?"
"I love you, Junie. I love fucking you. I want to keep on fucking you forever."
"Give it to me, darling! Give it to me!"
Betty was in heaven. She was never happier than when she was being screwed by this man she adored. She wished now, as she had on many previous occasions that he would come and live with her, or that he would ask her to move in with him. She saw him all too seldom.
Once, after a full week of not seeing him at all-a week of cruel torture-she bought a dildo and performed on herself. It was battery powered. Thinking of Derek's huge cock she inserted it into her twat as far as it would go, and turned on the switch. The vibration sent an exquisite shock through her entire being. She withdrew it and toyed with her clitoris for a full five minutes. Then she fucked herself off. It was delightful, but no substitute for the real thing. No substitute for what she was getting now.
Derek's prick was hammering up into the depths of her pussy. He was really working at it now, giving it everything he had. She knew he was getting ready to come, and she wanted to feel his jizum squirting up into her cunt.
She had spasmed twice, and now she worked to obtain her main orgasm simultaneously with his. They had fucked so often that they had long ago learned to come together.
Wave after wave of beautiful sensation was spreading through her body, reaching every nerve end, every fiber of her being. She was carried away to a high plane of beauty and love. She wanted to cry, her joy was so great.
Derek's cock was swelling. He was on the verge of shooting. Momentarily he stopped thinking of Junie and looked down into Betty's beautiful, passion filled face.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes. I'm on the verge. Fuck me."
"I'm coming. I've started."
"Hold your cock there. Far up. There. Right there." Suddenly Betty let out a shriek. "I'm coming too. Oh, God, it's terrific! It's wonderful! It was never better! Oh, dearest, it's so beautiful I think I'm going to black out. I don't want to black out. I want to enjoy it all."
Derek knew she wouldn't black out. He'd heard her express her fear of it many times before, and it never happened. Instead, she merely closed her eyes and lay there with a beatific expression on her face.
Derek didn't pull out immediately after he'd shot his load. He left his rapidly reducing prick snugged in the warmth of her cunt for a moment or two. They both liked it that way. Then, as before, with deep sighs of regret, he slowly withdrew and rolled off onto the bed beside her. She reached over, took his limp prick in her hand and held it gently. He put a hand between her legs and pressed it up against the lips of her twat.
"Was it good, Betty? Did you enjoy it?"
"Each time seems to be better, dearest. Please stay all night so you can fuck me again."
"I will."
After a while they released each other and lay staring up at the ceiling. At last Betty spoke, without turning her head. "Who is she, Derek?"
"Who's who?"
"The girl with whom you've fallen in love."
"What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?"
Betty turned to face him, propping herself up on an elbow. "I knew it the moment you came in the door. A girl knows those things, especially one who's been there, as I have. Look at me, Derek, and tell me it isn't true."
But Derek wouldn't look at her. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly. God, he thought, does it show that much? What in hell has happened to me? I'm not in love. Not with that cunt.
Betty kept staring down into the face of the man next to her in bed, the man with whom she was in love, the man whose prick she welcomed in between her legs whenever he chose. She was mildly shocked to see a tear squeeze from between his closed lids, and her heart filled with compassion.
"Do you want to tell me about it, dear?"
Still he made no reply. She hesitated, then said "In the beginning of every love affair, there's a point when a man or woman can turn back, can withdraw. If you pass that point, you're lost."
Derek had heard those words before. He knew them to be true. Dear God, was he lost? Had he passed the point of no return?
He turned to face Betty. His eyes were swimming. "I'm no good Betty. I'm weak." He hesitated. "She-she's a whore!"
"Oh, you poor boy." Betty's arms went around him. She held him close, drew his head down onto her bare shoulder. Instinctively one of his arms went about her body, tightened and held her. It was as if he had found a sort of refuge, as indeed he had. He wept uncontrollably and unashamedly. Scalding tears fell onto the girl's bare breasts and trickled down the sides of each.
Betty's heart was breaking, yet she knew her man needed comforting and understanding.
"You poor boy," she repeated. "You poor, poor darling." She stroked his head and kissed him gently on the brow. She made comforting crooning sounds, lifted his face and kissed him fully on the lips.
He stopped sobbing at last, picked up a corner of the bed sheet and dried his eyes. He smiled wanly. "I guess I'm a pretty poor specimen of a man."
"It's happened to stronger men than you, dearest."
For a long time he was silent. He put his head back on her shoulder and hugged her naked body close to him.
"I love you, Betty. You know that."
"In a way you love me, but now you're cursed."
"Will you marry me?"
"Not now. Not for the reason you want to marry me."
"I know. I know. I couldn't have said anything more selfish." He paused. "Do you know what it is to hate yourself?"
"There, there."
He remained silent for another long period. Then, in anguish and desperation, he looked up at her.
"Betty, what am I going to do? Dear God, I'm lost. Completely lost."
She kissed him again. "There's only one cure, dearest. It's been proven over the years. Time. If you can sweat it out, time will cure you completely."
"I can't. I know I can't. I have to have her."
"Time," Betty repeated, and hesitated. "Time-and me."
"God, don't say that. I can't take advantage of you just because I'm-because of what's happened to me. It wouldn't be fair. I'd feel like a heel."
"You're overlooking one thing, dear. You're forgetting how I feel about you." And she added slowly, almost viciously, "Knowing how you feel, knowing your needs, knowing what I can give-and how much I want to give-I'll really be taking advantage of you."
CHAPTER FOUR
A writer is his own taskmaster. He can go and come as he likes. He is responsible to no one. Even if he's working against a deadline, he can wait until the last moment, and then crowd a day's work into a couple of hours.
Long ago Derek had rented an office two miles from his apartment. Living and trying to work at home, he had found it too easy to procrastinate, to sleep late, to look at television, to make love to his wife, to drink more than he should.
The office was a taskmaster in itself. It looked for all the world like the office of a business or professional man: A desk, files, stiff-back chairs, bookcases filled with published works or reference books. Except for the cot in the back room, on which Derek dozed when in need of a nap, it was cold and grim.
Derek fancied himself with a nine-to-five job. He made a point of reaching the office promptly at nine o'clock. He followed a set routine. First, there was the mail to shuffle through, telephone calls to make, notes to examine. Then he determinedly removed the cover from his typewriter and went to work grimly on the day's project. It worked. He found himself turning out more amounts of material than he would had he remained at home, lounging about in pajamas and slippers.
Today, as usual, he inserted his key in the door of his office promptly at nine, despite a restless and almost sleepless night, as always. He scooped up the mail from the floor beneath the slot and carried it to his desk. He snatched the cover from his typewriter, opened the blinds and sat down at his desk.
An hour later he found himself staring at the blank sheet of paper which he had inserted in the typewriter. He glanced over at the "interview" chair and saw her sitting there. Junie. Her shapely legs were crossed. He could see almost up to her crotch. She was smiling at him teasingly.
"You want to fuck me, don't you, darling?"
"Yes, goddamn it, I want to fuck you."
"Then stop taking pictures and take off your clothes and give me what we both want."
Derek struck his fist forcefully against his desk.
"You son-of-a-bitch," he raged at himself, "what in hell is the matter with you? She's nothing but a whore."
An hour later Derek hadn't struck a single typewriter key. He was still sitting there, staring at the blank sheet of paper, thinking. He could see her, hear her, smell her, feel her. She was more vivid in his mind that ever.
"You goddamn fool!" he ranted. "You asshole. What in hell are you trying to prove? For Christ's sake, man, get hold of yourself. What kind of a jerk are you anyway?"
He struck the top of his desk resoundingly with the flat of his hand. He stood up and began pacing the floor. He paced into the back room and looked at the cot. She was lying there, her legs widespread, smiling, reaching up her arms to him. He swore and moved about the room, closing the blinds, locking the doors.
He returned to his desk, unzippered his fly and took out his prick. It was iron hard. He began to play with it, thinking of Junie, remembering.
"Fuck me, darling. Give it to me good. I'm going to start coming in a minute. Come with me."
He began stroking his penis. It swelled in his fist. He stroked faster.
"I'm coming, Junie," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot my load right up into that beautiful hot cunt of yours."
"That's where I want it, darling. All of it. Fuck my ass right through the mattress."
And Derek, in his mind's eye did exactly that. Spurt after spurt of his jizum shot against the desk.
Afterward, exhausted, he folded his arms atop the desk and put his head down on them. "Oh, shit!" he thought "Oh, shit, shit shit!"
Later, he adjusted his fly, sat up straight and stared down at the sheet of paper. Now that he'd found release, now that his sexual urge for Junie had been partially satisfied, he would write. But he couldn't He wasn't rational in his thinking.
Instead, he crossed to his tiny portable bar and mixed himself a drink. He stood in the center of the floor, cursing himself, and sipped it. After a moment he gulped down the entire contents. He mixed himself another drink, then crossed to his desk calendar and peered at it. Did he have a luncheon appointment? The page was blank, yet he fancied he could see Junie's name written there and his heart leaped.
"You bitch! You goddamn bitch! You fucking whore!"
But he knew he'd have to see her again. He'd have to. He'd die if he didn't. A feeling of terror seized him. What if she wouldn't come to his office again? He began to scheme, to connive. He'd make it worth her while. He'd do anything, anything to bring her to him once more.
He gulped his second drink, filled the glass half full of bourbon, dumped in a thimbleful! of water, and staggered into the back room.
It was dark when Derek awoke. He felt like hell. He had a splitting headache. His mouth felt as though it were full of pussy.
Pussy! He sat up with a start, realizing that he was clutching a pillow, that he had it pressed against his body, his groin. He had an enormous hard-on. He had been dreaming that the pillow was Junie, that he'd been screwing her, that she'd been sucking his cock and he'd been eating her pussy.
He swore, threw the pillow aside, switched on a light and stood up, aware again of his stiff prick. But this time he didn't touch it. He glanced at his watch. Eight o'clock. Night or day? It had to be night, because it was dark. Daylight Savings time had not yet started.
He went into the lavatory and urinated. His thoughts were churning. Should he call her now? What if her husband answered? What if she had already gone to work? Work! Standing under a bright spotlight, tossing her naked snatch under some drooling pervert's nose.
Pervert! Who was he to call a man who patronized a nude dancing club a pervert? Hadn't he been guilty of doing just that?
Derek stumbled back into his front office and sat at his desk. It was now ten minutes after eight. Should he call her now? If she didn't answer, he'd know that she was out offering her twat to some son-of-a-bitch who was looking up at it with a glassy-eyed expression.
Strangely, the very thought of this infuriated him. For some unjustifiable reason he felt that Junie's pussy was his own private property. He didn't want anyone else looking at it, feeling it, shoving his dirty cock into it.
He swore again, pulled the telephone forward, and dialed her number.
CHAPTER FIVE
A man answered. He had a rough tough voice. "Yeah?"
"Is Junie Kellerman there, please?"
"Who wants to know?"
"This is Derek Wilson calling."
Instantly the voice brightened. "Hey, man, how you doing? How's the article coming?"
"Slow. There are a few more things I'd like to discuss with Junie."
"She's the gal who can give you the answers. She ain't here now. She's out wiggling her pussy for the benefit of a bunch of drunks in some beer joint."
Derek's insides began to churn. "What time do you expect her home, please?"
"If she gets here before daylight I'll be surprised. By the way, did she give you a good lay?"
Derek was sweating. "I-don't know what you mean."
"Man, don't give me that. She told me all about it. You fucked her ass right through the mattress, then she gave you a blow job."
Jesus Christ! Was this a husband talking about his wife? What in hell kind of people were these? What in God's name was this so-called modern society coming to? The answer came screaming through his brain. It was coming to what he himself was making it.
Junie's husband was talking again, but Derek didn't want to hear anymore. He couldn't hear anymore without throwing up.
He mumbled something about calling Junie the next day and hung up.
Derek sat at his desk a long time without moving. He felt numb, stunned. Sweat was pouring from his face. His resentment and bitterness were directed only at himself. He felt contempt for a man who could imagine himself in love with a girl who would graphically explain her most intimate sexual experiences with another man to her husband.
Derek sighed deeply, self pityingly, and decided that if he sat here any longer thinking about it, he'd go out of his mind. He was about to lock up when the telephone rang. Frowning, he picked up the receiver. "Wilson."
"Hi, Derek. Aaron Hendricks here. Called you at home but there was no answer. Took a chance that you'd be at your office working on the article."
"Your reasoning was accurate."
"How's it coming?"
"Fairly well. There are a few more questions I'd like to ask of somebody."
"Did Junie do you any good?"
"She was most informative."
Aaron sniggered. "I don't suppose you found time to throw a heat into her."
"Of course not."
"Of course not. Well, look, man, I'm about to start out on my nightly rounds of the clubs. Why don't I pick you up? I'll introduce you to a half-dozen girls or more and you can ask them any questions you want to."
Derek leaped at the chance. Anything-anything would be better than spending another night alone playing with his pecker.
"Sounds interesting, Aaron. Where will I meet you?"
"How about the See-Through Club? It's on the corner of Chestnut and High. I'll be at the bar."
"Good deal. See you in about half an hour."
Derek went back into his lavatory, shaved, bathed his face, found a clean shirt and, feeling a great relief, backed his car out of the parking lot and headed for the See-Through Club.
The club was located in a basement. Derek went down a steep flight of stairs, parted some heavy curtains and stepped into a smoke-filled room and a blare of rock music. To the left on a spotlighted stage, a tall willowy blonde, as naked as the day she was born, was throwing her perfectly formed body around in a frenzy of sexual gestures. Men, young and old, bearded and clean shaven, their drinks resting on the stage itself, were leering up at her.
The blonde was enjoying herself. She peered down into a dark face, spread her legs wide and thrust her pelvis almost up to his nose. The dark man reached for her, and the blonde danced away, laughing.
"Hey, Derek."
Derek turned. He saw, now that his eyes were accustomed to the dim light, that all of the tables in the place were occupied. Men with lust in their eyes were intently watching the blonde's performance.
Derek glanced at the bar. Aaron was sitting there, waving at him. Derek moved over and climbed up onto a stool.
Aaron said, "What are you drinking?"
Derek glanced at the glass in front on his companion. "Same as you."
"Good." Aaron turned to the bartender. "Mike, mix up one of my specials for my friend here."
"Right you are, Mr. Hendricks."
Derek couldn't help but notice the deference in the bartender's voice.
Aaron inclined his head toward the stage. "What do you think?"
"I should think," Derek said, trying to make his voice sound light, "that she'd be a pretty well bushed before the evening was ended."
"Hell, she's just getting started." Aaron took a sip of his drink. "Boy, have I got an evening lined up for you. For us."
Derek gave him a quick look. "What kind of an evening?"
"You'll see."
Just then the music stopped. The blonde slipped into a flimsy robe and sat down. The music started again, and another girl began to dance.
"Wait here."
Aaron slid down off his stool and Derek watched him thread his way through the tables and up to the stage. The blonde's face brightened with recognition at sight of him. He said something to her. She immediately stood up and allowed herself to be led to the bar where Derek waited.
"Derek, this is Lulu. Lulu, Derek."
"Hi, Derek," the blonde said.
"Hi, Lulu. I've been enjoying your dancing."
"Thank you."
Aaron said, "Derek's doing a piece for the Journal on nude dancing. He'd like to ask you some questions."
"Wonderful!" the blonde exclaimed. "I'll try to answer every one."
Derek swallowed. He didn't know what to say, and Aaron stopped him from saying it.
Aaron said, "This is a hell of a place for an interview. Suppose you and Toni meet us at the Sleepy Eye after the show, and we'll take it from there."
Lulu clapped her hands. "Lovely! Oh, Aaron, it's been so long."
Aaron laughed. "We'll make up for lost time."
Toni, Aaron informed Derek, was the girl who had taken Lulu's place on the stage. Derek looked at her. She had dark red hair and a perfect figure. Surprisingly, her cunt hairs were the same as those on top of her head. Her gyrations were equaled to those of Lulu.
Derek moistened his lips. He wanted to fuck her. The thought flashed into his mind unexpectedly. He wanted to fuck her because he felt that she could help him forget Junie. Or could she? He felt a pang. Disgustedly, he thought, "Well, of all the goddamn things! I'm feeling guilty because I want to fuck someone instead of Junie. Brother! Would she and her husband get a laugh out of that."
The Sleepy Eye was a motel located at the edge of town. It catered, Aaron explained, to just such parties as they were planning.
En route they stopped at a liquor store and bought a supply of booze. Aaron went in and registered when they reached the motel. They selected a big room with two double beds, dressing tables, easy chairs and a luxuriously appointed bathroom.
Aaron said seriously, "These girls aren't whores, Derek, but if you want to stuff a little gift into their handbags, they won't mind."
Derek examined his wallet. It contained three tens and a five. "Would thirty bucks make them happy?"
"Hell, yes. With what they made at the club tonight they'll feel rich. See that Toni gets your donation. She's your girl, at least for part of the night. I'll do the same for Lulu."
Aaron mixed a couple of drinks and handed one to Derek.
"Gulp that down and then strip to your shorts."
"What?" said Derek.
"Look, they'll be here in about ten minutes, and we don't want to waste time getting ready for a fucking and sucking session."
"How will they know which room we're in?"
"Don't worry about it. They'll recognize my car. I've been this route before."
Derek took a long swallow of his drink. His prick began to rise in anticipation of what was to come. This time he was determined not to let thoughts of Junie interfere with his pleasure. He had decided back at the club he'd like to fuck Toni, and he wasn't going to let anything interfere with that pleasurable task.
Aaron had already stripped to his shorts, and Derek could see that he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Aaron, he noted, was extremely well hung.
Derek kicked off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off. Then he unfastened his slacks and let them drop to the floor.
A car drove up outside and stopped. Aaron tossed off the rest of his drink. He grinned at Derek. "Get ready for an evening that you won't soon forget," he said.
Someone knocked on the door. Aaron opened it. The two girls entered. Aaron closed the door and bolted it.
Both girls wore extremely short skirts and low-cut blouses. It was obvious that neither of them wore bras.
Lulu, the blonde, rushed into Aaron's arms and pressed her body up against his.
"Oh, darling, darling, this is wonderful! At last! At last!"
Aaron clutched the blonde fiercely. He drove his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. He pulled down the zipper on the back of her blouse and helped her struggle out of it. He fondled her tits, caressed them, mouthed them, at the same time pulling down the zipper of her skirt, while she tugged at the waistband of his shorts. In seconds both were naked, and Lulu was holding his rigid jock in her hand, stroking it eagerly.
"Don't jerk me off," he warned. "I want to fuck you before we get down to the extracurricular chores."
Derek had been watching, fascinated, his own cock pulsating. Suddenly he became aware of the other girl, Toni, standing in front of him, pressing her body up against his.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Toni. You must be Derek."
He nodded. "I'm Derek." He took her into his arms, excitedly aware of her soft, warm body pressed so eagerly against his, aware of his tremendous hard-on forced up against her abdomen. He kissed her and felt her tongue forcing its way between his lips and become engaged with his tongue.
He reached around back, as Aaron had done, unzipped her blouse and helped her off with it while they were still clutched in a tongue-suck embrace. Next came her skirt. When it had dropped to the floor, he stood back, examining her naked body
"You're beautiful," he said. "I think I'd like to fuck you."
"And I think I'd like to have you fuck me, Derek." She reached out and started pulling down his shorts. "Let's see what you have to offer."
His shorts fell to the floor and his prick bounced upright.
"Do you think that will do the trick?"
"It's beautiful," she said. She reached out, took it in her hand and began stroking it. "It's magnificent. Exactly what I need."
He picked her up and carried her to the other bed. She lay down happily and spread her beautiful legs.
"You haven't told me I have a pretty cunt."
"You have a beautiful cunt. The red hair is particularly exciting."
"Then kiss it first. Afterward stick that magnificent cock of yours into it and give me the fucking you promised."
Obediently Derek buried his face between her legs. He had no qualms about eating cunt this time. He had tried it once and decided that he liked it.
He could feel the heat from her twat, could smell the musky odor. He kissed the hot labia lips, then pressed the tip of his tongue against her stiff clitoris and diddled it.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, Derek, that's wonderful! Stop now or I'll come. I don't want to come until you start fucking me."
Reluctantly Derek pulled his head away. He would have liked to make her come with his tongue. It would have been a sort of triumph, because he was still a sort of novice at cunt eating. He was sure that when she started to orgasm he could have shot his own wad with a couple of strokes of his fist.
Momentarily he glanced over at the other bed. Aaron and Lulu had apparently had a quickie. Aaron had rolled the blonde over onto her belly and jack-knifed her ass Up into a kneeling position. He was poking his still iron-hard prick up into her twat via the back door.
"I'm going to try that next," Derek decided. "I'm going to try fucking this broad in every position I can think of."
Toni had hold of his prick. He was kneeling between her spread legs. "Give it to me, Derek. Show me what a good fucking man you are. I want it all."
Derek eased himself down. Toni seized his cock, then inserted it into the proper channel. Derek drove it slowly home, savoring every beautiful sensation as inch after inch penetrated into the depths of her honey pot.
"God!" he breathed, "that's wonderful! It's out of this world! You're really the most!"
Toni moaned in ecstasy. "Derek! Derek! I love it. Pull it out slowly, then shove the full length home. Keep fucking me that way as long as you can without coming. I want it to last forever and ever."
For a little while Derek was able to control himself. He fucked her with long, measured strokes. He wasn't thinking of Junie now. He was fucking this girl just for the sake of fucking. How did he know he wasn't thinking of Junie? The very knowledge that he wasn't thinking of Junie indicated that he was.
Beneath him, Toni moaned. "Faster, Derek. You have a magnificent cock. You sure know how to fuck a girl. I thought I could hold out longer, but I don't think I can. I'm going to begin coming any minute."
Derek could feel his cock begin to swell. He could feel his balls growing hard and knew that they were close to exploding.
Just before both of them were about to fall over the chasm into the depths of glorious sensation, Toni reached around and shoved a finger up Derek's ass. He let out a yelp, and then exploded.
His cock was driven into the hilt in Toni's cunt. He was spurting glob after glob of jizum and he was going crazy with the joy of it. She wiggled her finger in his asshole and he yelped again with the sheer pleasure of it. This was something he had never experienced before, a sensation he had never known existed or could exist.
Suddenly Toni's finger stopped wiggling. She held it up his ass, but it was still. Not her own ass, however. She was busily engaged in enjoying her own orgasm to the fullest. She moaned and cried out and screamed. Then she plunged over the chasm into another galaxy. She soared away. She floated. Her body jerked and plunged about in a frenzy of delight. She wasn't aware of the stiff prick spurting jizum up into her cunt. She was aware only of beautiful, gorgeous sensation.
Gradually, slowly, delightfully, she drifted back to reality. She became aware of the man's face suspended above her own. She became conscious of the body pressed hard down on her own. She became cognizant of the fact that she had been gloriously superbly fucked.
She reached up her arms and pulled Derek's mouth down to her own. Moaning and groaning, they slobbered over each other.
"Did you get a good one, Toni?"
"It was glorious. Beautiful. It couldn't have been better. And you?"
"I've fucked a lot of girls, but I've never experienced anything like what I've just been through."
"I'm glad. I guess we were meant for each other. You've almost made me not want any other cock again."
They lay for a moment, exhausted, enjoying the press of each other's body.
"Toni?"
"Yes, Derek?"
"Later, as soon as I can get it up again and you're ready, I'd like to eat your lovely cunt. Properly."
"And while you're doing it, I'd like to suck your magnificent cock."
There was a sudden clapping of hands and Toni and Derek looked across at the other bed. Lulu and Aaron were sprawled there, grinning.
"Good show," Aaron called.
Derek grinned. "Did you catch the final act?"
Lulu said, "Watching the performance, I almost came in my pants."
"What pants?" Aaron looked at her, reached down and felt of her pussy. She let out a little squeal of delight.
Aaron's prick, Derek noticed, was lying supine against his thigh. He had apparently shot his load twice, and was ready for a rest.
Aaron lent action to the thought. He sat up.
"How about a drink, everybody."
Derek reluctantly pulled his prong from Toni's pussy.
"Keep that twat of yours warm," he whispered. "I've plans for it later in the evening."
"It will be hot and waiting," she whispered back. "Whenever you're ready."
Aaron stood up, and, with his long dong swinging pendulum-like, he crossed to the dressing table and began to mix drinks. The girls went into the bathroom and the boys could hear the rush of the shower.
Aaron said, "Probably finger fucking each other while they're cleaning up."
"You're kidding." Derek was mildly shocked.
"They're double-gaited, over sexed."
Derek recalled the beautiful fucking he'd just enjoyed. "It's hard to believe."
"You'll see. The evening's just getting started."
A few minutes later the girls emerged from the bathroom. They were smiling, smug self-satisfied looks on their faces. They were clean, powdered, and smelled sweet.
Lulu, the blonde, came over and put her arm around Derek's waist, pushing her pubic hair up against his thigh. Aaron handed them both drinks.
"Lulu's your girl for the next session," he told Derek. "Treat her right. Fuck her well."
Somewhat taken aback, momentarily jealous, Derek watched as Toni moved up beside Aaron, flung her arms about his neck and kissed him, at the same time reaching down with one hand, teasing his cock. Derek's emotions were mixed. He resented the fact that she had apparently forgotten she'd promised to let him eat her cunt while she sucked his cock.
What the hell kind of people were these, anyway? Was nothing sacred, nothing private?
Apparently nothing was. Carrying their drinks, they moved back to the beds. Only this time, Aaron and Toni took the near bed, and Derek and Lulu the far bed. They sat down, facing each other. They toasted with their drinks and then Toni, apparently having forgotten Derek's existence, concentrated on getting Aaron's prick up for action. She played with it, bent over and kissed it, caressed his balls.
Watching, Derek knew momentarily resentment, but it was soon forgotten. Lulu had his cock in her hand.
"It's a beauty, Derek. I want to know it more intimately-in a place where it rightfully belongs."
Derek laughed. "I want it there more than you-right up that beautiful blonde cunt." He fondled her beautiful tits, leaned over and kissed each one, sucking out the nipples.
"I like that," the blonde said. "I think you and I are going to enjoy each other."
Suddenly she lowered her half-filled glass of whiskey and soda, picked up his still limp cock, and dipped the head into the liquid. She held it there for a moment, then lifted the glass to her mouth and took a long swallow.
"That sweetens it," she said. "I wished you'd pissed in it."
Aaron suddenly stood up. His cock was sticking straight up and out, hard as nails.
"I think we'd all better have another shot of booze before we go into the next act."
His stiff prick pointing the way, he walked over to the dressing table, picked up a bottle of bourbon and brought it back. They all held out their glasses and he filled them to the brim.
"Fuck the soda," Aaron said. "Drink up."
They all laughed and sipped their drinks. Derek was feeling woozy, but he was still horny. Lulu had worked his dong up to fucking dimensions, and he was ready to go.
But this wasn't what Aaron had in mind, and it was Aaron's show. He murmured something to Toni. She looked up at him adoringly, and she said, "If it's what you want, darling, we'll do it." Toni looked across at Lulu, and Lulu, her eyes bright, nodded.
Aaron stood up. "Get over here, Lulu, and give us a good show."
Lulu nodded, stood up and sat down beside Toni. Aaron sat beside Derek.
To Derek's amazement, the two girls lay down, curled themselves around each other, thrust heads between wide-open legs, and began sucking each other's cunt.
"Now make it good," Aaron ordered. "I want you both to come."
The two girls went at their work with gusto, apparently enjoying each other. They moaned and groaned and thrashed about and sucked and sucked and sucked.
Derek watched in fascination. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, but he had to. His cock began to throb. He had never wanted a cunt to stick it in so much before. He almost began jerking himself off.
Then abruptly he became aware that someone had hold of his cock and was playing with it. He wondered if it were Toni or Lulu. Actually, he didn't care which. Then his eyes opened wide. It couldn't be either Toni or Lulu. They were both busily engaged eating each other's cunts.
He looked down. The hand that was diddling his prick was big and hairy. It was Aaron's.
"What the hell!" he yelled. "What the hell!"
"Take it easy," Aaron breathed in his ear. "I told you we were all double gaited."
He hadn't said we. He'd said they, meaning the girls. Derek's impulse was to jerk his jock away, to let the guy have one straight in his mouth. But he didn't. He didn't know why, but he didn't. He suddenly realized that he was about to have his cock sucked by a man, and the idea intrigued him.
"You've got a beauty," Aaron whispered hoarsely. "I've been watching it all evening. I'm going to swallow it."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Derek tensed, but he made no outcry or protest. Instead, he began to wonder what it would be like to be sucked off by a male. He'd heard about such things, but he'd never believed them.
He looked across at the girls. They were really going to town, really eating each other. He had the feeling that they were trying to hurry along their orgasms, as Aaron had ordered, so that they could watch Derek being sucked off by a man.
The thought repelled Derek, and yet it didn't He wondered what it would be like to take Aaron's cock in his mouth while Aaron was blowing him. He decided he'd try it. Just to see what it was like. Just for the hell of it.
He drained his glass just as Aaron leaned over and began licking the head of his prick. Derek's dong began to jerk. He liked it. Hell, he liked it as well as if it had been Toni or Lulu. Well, not quite as well. The idea of having a girl suck your cock was more inspiring.
Aaron took the head of Derek's prick into his mouth and began to massage it with his lips. At the same time, he swung, his body around so that his jock was waving under Derek's nose. Derek could smell it, almost taste it.
Aaron was now swallowing Derek's stiff prick. He ran the length of it down his throat, came back again to the head, licked and tongued it. Aaron's cock was bobbing in front of Derek's mouth. It was inviting, demanding. Experimentally, Derek leaned over and pressed his lips against the head. It wasn't bad. It added to his horniness. He slipped the head between his lips. His whole being began to respond. He felt delightful sensation begin to move through his entire body.
"For Christ's sake!" he thought. "Is this what it's like? No wonder the gay boys have so much fun."
Aaron had forsaken Derek's cock for a moment and was sucking his balls, licking each one separately. Derek's ass began bouncing around on the bed. He began feeling a great fondness for Aaron, almost a feeling of love.
He began sucking Aaron's cock furiously. Then, remembering a trick Toni had showed him, he reached around and stuck his finger up Aaron's ass.
Aaron stopped massaging Derek's balls with his tongue for a moment. "Man, you're learning. That feels great."
Aaron took Derek's cock into his mouth once more. His cheeks became hollow as he sucked the head.
Derek worked on Aaron's cock furiously. He wanted to give as good as he was receiving. And he was receiving plenty. His cock began to swell in Aaron's mouth. He was building up for a straight shot down the other's throat.
Instantly, Aaron stopped sucking, holding the head of Derek's prick between his lips. Derek could have killed him. Here he was ready to shoot his wad and the sucking machine had shut itself off. Right then he knew that Aaron knew what he was doing. He realized that Derek was on the edge, and he deliberately stopped him from going over.
An instant later Derek's near orgasm began to fade, and Aaron started sucking again.
Twice more Aaron brought him up to the brink. This time there was no checking the action. This time Derek was going to blow, and neither Aaron nor heaven and high water could prevent it.
Amazingly, Derek realized that Aaron, like a seasoned ringmaster, had timed the two eruptions perfectly. Aaron's cock had ballooned in Derek's mouth. Jizum had crowded into his balls. He was ready to shoot.
The first shot of jizum hit Derek forcibly in the roof of his mouth. If he had thoughts of pulling out, of spitting out the other man's spend, he abandoned the idea almost at once. Much to his astonishment, the jizum tasted salty and good. He swallowed once, then again.
Then Derek realized that his own jizum was spurting down Aaron's throat. His ass jerked spasmodically. It was a glorious sensation.
Derek emptied himself and Aaron licked the last few drops from the head of his cock. Derek did the same for Aaron. Two limp cocks were then pulled forth to flop tiredly onto the bed.
Derek rolled over. He felt suddenly ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. The hell of it was he had enjoyed having his cock sucked by a man and he felt guilty because of it.
He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He heard low laughter and felt movement. Someone was leaving his bed and another sat on it. A soft hand reached over, took hold of his limp cock and gently fondled it.
A voice said, "We've got to get that young man ready for action again. Don't forget that Aaron said I was to be your girl for the next session."
Derek turned his head. Lulu, her eyes warm and eager, were smiling down at him. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Derek rolled onto his back, pulled her head down and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Somehow it seemed more normal, restored his sense of manhood, to have a girl fondling his cock while her tongue laced about his.
CHAPTER SIX
When Derek awoke he was lying in his own bed, in his own apartment. He hadn't the foggiest notion how he'd gotten there. He didn't care. He was just glad to be home.
The blinds of his bedroom were closed, and for this he was grateful. A burst of sunlight on his eyes would have caused his head to explode. Of this he was certain. Even in the dim light he felt as though his skull were going to crack open.
He discovered that he was naked and that he had a piss hard-on. He got out of bed, staggered toward the bathroom, fell once, picked himself up and went on. He relieved himself, fumbled his way into the kitchen and put coffee on to perc. When it was ready, he poured some into a cup, added a healthy slug of bourbon and sat at the kitchen table drinking it in great gulps.
Gradually he began to feel better. He tried to recap the events of the past evening. They came to him in bits and pieces. Lulu had wanted him to fuck her and he'd done his best. She'd suggested that he try fucking her ass. Obligingly he had agreed.
She'd gotten a salve and smeared some over the head of his cock. Then she'd gotten up onto her hands and knees and told him to get in between her legs. He'd obeyed.
"Shove it up my ass," she instructed, "but take it easy until you get the head in. Then give me the full shot."
Again he'd obeyed. He'd wiggled the purple head inside her asshole and was ready. Surprisingly it had felt good. It had felt delicious.
Lulu wiggled her ass. "Darling, that's terrific. Now fuck my ass exactly as you would my cunt."
Derek had done just that. He'd fucked her ass furiously. To his astonishment it felt terrific. Thunder and lightning exploded through his being. He'd never known anything like it. He'd fucked and fucked and fucked.
"Stick your finger up my cunt," Lulu had screamed at him. "Finger fuck me."
Once more Derek had obeyed. Her twat was hot and moist. He thrust his finger up as far as it would go.
Lulu had begun thrashing about in a joyful frenzy. He'd had a hard time holding her on the bed.
"Gawd!" she'd screamed. "That's terrific, man! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
And Derek had done just that. He'd jammed his shaft up her ass like a pile driver. She'd almost fallen forward, but his finger was hooked up her cunt and he'd been able to hold her.
"Do that again!" she'd begged. "Harder this time. Use two fingers in my cunt and keep them moving."
Derek had thrust two and then three fingers up her twat and diddled her furiously. He'd banged his jock up her ass again. Hard. She'd grunted and pitched forward again, and again, holding her by her snatch, he'd kept her from falling.
"That's it," she'd grated. "That's right. Now give me some short, hard thrusts and diddle my cunt faster. I've started to come."
Derek had also started. Unbelievably he was going to shoot again. Ass-fucking had excited him, built up his sperm. His balls were banging up against Lulu's ass cheeks, which charged him up to an even greater degree.
Lulu was moaning and groaning. Her mouth was open. She was gasping and drooling. Her ass moved about frantically. Derek had known she was in the throes.
He began pistoning his cock with all the strength he could muster. Then he began to squirt. Jolt after jolt shot up into Lulu's asshole. His jizum filled her cavity, overflowed, ran down both hers and Derek's thighs.
They were both yelling, screaming, reveling in this wonderful, all consuming orgasm.
At last it was over. Breathing hard, still moaning, Lulu had pitched forward on the bed. Derek had fallen on top of her, his body twitching in the last pulsations of his super orgasm.
That's when he had blacked out.
* * *
Derek finished his coffee royal and poured himself a second cup. This time he neglected to add the bourbon. His head felt better and this day he would try and get some work done.
He began thinking about the article he'd promised Tom Slater he would write. Nude dancers. Nude dancers. Junie. Goddamn! Last night he'd thought he'd been able to forget her. Maybe, for the time being, he had. Now her image came flooding back more vividly than ever before. He could see her. He could feel her. He could hear her voice.
"Why don't you come over and give me a good fucking, darling?"
Shit! He sat up, gulping down the second cup of coffee. He wondered what she was doing now. Probably being fucked by some cunt-hungry hippie, by anyone who had the price. Being fucked or sucking some half-erected prick.
The mere thought caused Derek's guts to churn. He jumped up, slogged back to the kitchen, poured himself more coffee and this time added a healthy slug of bourbon. This time he didn't return to bed, but sat down at the kitchen table.
He tried to think, to reason. What in hell was going to become of him? He couldn't go through the next few months of his life fucking every broad he could stick his rod into In an effort to forget.
Or could he? He thought of Betty. She'd said his sickness could be cured only by time and fucking other girls, preferably her. He considered calling her, then abandoned the idea. She knew his secret. She loved him. In spite of her assurance, he'd feel that he was taking advantage of her. He wouldn't be able to do the job properly.
Who then? One of Aaron's nude dancers? He shook his head. They were too goddamn professional. This, despite the fact that Junie, the object of his misery, was also a professional.
Who then? Suddenly he jerked erect, his eyes flying open. For crap's sake, why hadn't he thought of her before? His sister, Aggie.
Aggie was Derek's senior by two years. She had been married and divorced twice. Right now she was between husbands. Derek hadn't seen her since the last legal action had become final.
His mouth twitched into a smile. How old were they when they first discovered sex? As far as he could remember, Aggie had been going on seventeen and he was going on fifteen. He recalled the incident clearly. Their folks had been out for the evening. Derek had barged into Aggie's room, as he had on many previous occasions, math book in hand, with the idea of asking her to help him with his home work.
Aggie was sitting at her dressing table, wearing the sheerest of robes, combing her hair. She'd looked at him in the dressing table mirror.
Without turning, or missing a stroke with her brush, she'd called, "Hi, brother. Come on in."
Derek had walked over and sat down beside her. And then something different had happened. For the first time he'd seen her as a girl, not just his sister.
Watching him in the mirror, Aggie had smiled. "Now just what do you think you're looking at?"
"Your tits!" Derek had blurted. "God, Aggie, they're beautiful!"
"Do you mean you've never noticed my tits before?"
"No. Well, I mean, of course, but I mean, well, you're my sister."
"Can't a boy's sister have good-looking tits?"
"Of course. Gosh, Aggie!"
Aggie laughed, put down her brush and turned to face him. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she saw the bulge there. "Tell me, little brother, have you ever fucked a girl?"
He shook his head dumbly. Later he learned that Aggie had been thinking about a boy in whom she was interested, and was hot as a pistol.
"Would you like me to show you how to fuck?"
Derek gulped. He nodded without speaking. She reached down, unbuttoned the fly of his pajama bottoms, and took out his cock, stroking it gently.
"My!" she exclaimed in sheer admiration, "that's a beauty. I'm sorry I haven't investigated before this."
She stood up then, letting her robe fall to the floor, standing before him in all her naked glory.
"Like me?" she asked.
His eyes roamed up and down her body with a sort of trancelike look. "God, sis," was all he could say. "God!"
"Is mine the first cunt you've ever seen?"
Her pubic hairs were soft and brown and curly. This time he could only nod. His throat felt dry. He couldn't speak. He had begun to tremble.
"Feel of it," she said. "Stick your finger up inside and diddle me."
She spread her legs a little. Derek reached down. His hand inserted itself in her crotch. His finger sought her cunt. It was moist and warm and exciting. Aggie thrust her hips forward and he began diddling her. At the same time, instinctively, his free arm encircled her shoulder. He pulled her toward him and pressed his mouth against hers.
Instantly she pulled away. "Open your mouth," she commanded. "Stick your tongue in my mouth. Way in."
Derek did so. He felt Aggie's tongue latch onto his in a frenzy of sucking. A warm fiery feeling surged through him. It was like fire.
Once more Aggie pulled her mouth away. She was breathing hard, her eyes bright. "Stop diddling," she ordered, "but keep your finger inside my cunt." Derek did as directed. "Now kiss my tits, one at a time, suck them, lick them."
Derek had never known such a wild surge of ecstasy. Aggie was slowly stroking his cock, and it was throbbing wildly. He bent over and gulped one luscious tit into his mouth. He sucked out one nipple and bit it gently. Then he licked the globe all over, making it shine with his saliva. He was operating on the second tit when Aggie once more stopped him. She was breathing harder now, almost gasping.
"Enough of preliminaries," she said. She hesitated. "Perhaps I'd better jerk you off first. You're so hot you'll probably come before you get your cock halfway into my cunt."
"No, Aggie," he begged. "Don't jerk me off. I want to fuck you. Please, Aggie!"
And Aggie said, unable to control her own horniess any longer, "Very well." Still holding his cock firmly, she towed him over to the bed. "Remember, if you can't hold out, shoot it into me, but don't pull your prick out. If this is your first fuck, it will get hard again soon enough."
"I won't pull it out, Aggie. I promise."
She lay down, flat on her back, and spread her legs. "All right. Get in between my legs. But first, before you start fucking me, lean forward. I want to kiss that handsome fat cock of yours."
Derek did as he was told. Aggie bent forward, took his pulsating shaft in both hands, jiggled it a couple of times, then kissed the head with her luscious red lips, slipped it into her warm mouth for a moment and tongued it.
It was only by a masterful effort that Derek kept from coming then and there. He didn't, though fighting it was torture. Aggie saved the day by pulling her mouth away and lying back.
"All right," she said, "start fucking me."
Derek's feeling of excitement and anticipation was something that he never forgot. Whimpering, he lowered himself between her legs. Aggie, still holding onto his jock, spread her legs even wider. She steered the head into her hungry cunt.
At the first impact, Derek felt a tingle of fire spread itself throughout his system. He had never known that there could be such a beautiful sensation.
"Oh!" he cried. "Oh, God, Aggie! It's wonderful!"
"Do it," she chanted. "Do it, do it, do it. Fuck me."
She knew, as she had at first feared, that he was going to come almost at once. She could feel his cock begin to swell the moment he plunged it into her. But now she didn't care. He had promised he wouldn't pull out, and she knew that he wouldn't.
Derek was fucking her furiously, grunting like a stuck pig. She arched up her ass to get the full benefit of his every lunge. She spasmed.
"That will have to hold me," she told herself, "until the next round. If his cock stays hard-and I'll make it stay hard, I'll get the kind of orgasm I want."
Derek was moaning, groaning, crying out. He was sweating. He was saying things without realizing it. "Jesus Christ, Aggie, you have a wonderful cunt. I love your cunt. I love fucking you. I'm going to fuck you a hundred times before morning. You're beautiful. I love you."
Aggie smiled to herself. Her little brother's big cock, she decided, was going to take the place of a lot of lesser pricks, not wholly satisfying pricks, that she had been messing around with during the past few weeks.
Derek began to shoot. She could feel the first spurt bang up against her womb. She helped him all she could. She wanted this fuck, his first, to be completely satisfying. She wanted him to want more, and she wanted her cunt to be the recipient of that massive cock.
She arched up her ass, meeting his every downward plunge.
"Give it to me, little brother. Give it to me. Fuck my ass off!"
Derek thought he'd never stop shooting. His jizum filled her to capacity. It oozed out between the lips of her twat and ran down her thighs and onto his balls. Derek kept pumping. He didn't stop.
Aggie thought in amazement, "My God, he's still hard! Is he going to fuck me a second time without even stopping to rest a minute?"
Amazingly, that's exactly what Derek intended doing. He just kept on fucking. His prick was still hard, and he was still getting the glorious sensation throughout his body.
"The kid's a wonder," Aggie thought. "I'd better get busy if I want to get the benefits of that beautiful pounding cock."
From that point on she concentrated on her own orgasm. She lifted up her ass, and swung her hips in a rotary motion. She reached around and caressed Derek's balls, and was rewarded with an animal-like cry of appreciation. She pulled his head down and drove her tongue deep into Derek's mouth. She crooned to him, whispering all the four-letter words she could think of into his ear-fuck, cunt, cock, balls, tits-in an endeavor to stimulate him into great effort.
Her endeavors paid off. Her orgasm started, and she knew by the way it flooded through her body in a series of minor spasms that it was going to be a beaut. It was going to be the best she'd ever known.
She gripped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him into her.
"I've started, little brother. I'm on my way to that great mountain peak of untold joy. Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Keep pounding it in. Don't stop."
"I won't," Derek grunted. "Nothing in the world can make me stop."
And then, to Aggie's great astonishment, his cock began swelling inside her cunt again, and for the second time, he began to shoot.
"I don't believe it," her subconscious mind said. "It's too wonderful!" But her conscious mind told her that it was true, and she went back to working for the results she now felt she deserved.
She was floating, floating away on a cloud of ecstasy. Every fiber of her being responded to the glorious sensation. Fire swept through her veins. She moaned and groaned and whimpered and cried out, raking her nails along his back. She screamed and begged and lifted up her ass as high as she could.
"Oh, God! It can't be so marvelous. That gorgeous cock of yours can't be giving me all this pleasure. It's just too much to hope for."
And then she reached the top. She peaked. She exploded inside. She soared. She sailed. She floated on the wings of a sensation that was beyond her understanding. She blacked out.
Gradually, joyously, she returned from the cloud of happiness on which she had lain. Derek was sprawled atop her tits, spent, exhausted. He had shot his load, his second. His prick was still inserted in her twat.
She looked up at him, smiling, smoothing his forehead. "That was wonderful, little brother. Glorious. Now do you think you know how to fuck a girl?"
Derek gulped down a great lungful of air. "I don't want to fuck any other girl but you."
Aggie smiled contentedly. "My cunt will be hot and ready anytime you want to shove your prick into it, little brother."
* * *
For the rest of the summer Derek had fucked his sister every chance he had. When his mother went shopping while his father was at work, he'd go to her room and find her waiting with wide-open arms and wide-open legs. Whenever their folks went out for an evening, Aggie would come to his room or he'd go to hers and they'd fuck the hours away.
She taught him all the positions she knew: The dog fashion, the stand up, the reverse angle. He'd even shoved his prick up her ass and blasted a load of jizum into her cavity.
She'd never sucked his cock, nor had he eaten her cunt. Without words, they had come to a mutual understanding about that. Aggie would tease him. She'd buy sexy underwear and make him help her try it on. Once she came home with a pair of black panties that were practically nothing. He was helping her into them, and suddenly could stand it no longer. He'd thrown her down on the floor, pulled aside the strap over her cunt, thrust his prick inside and fucked her while she was still wearing the panties. Aggie had loved it.
In the fall, things changed. Aggie went away to college, and Derek got his driver's license. He had discovered that back-seat fucking was enjoyable. He discovered, also, that few of the girls he took out had ever been screwed by a prick as big as his. It wasn't long before word got around, and the girls were standing in line, waiting for his nod.
In the spring, Aggie came home, and, her eyes shining, announced that she was married. Derek fucked her for the last time that night. It was a nostalgic but an exciting and eager occasion. They hadn't seen each other in almost nine months. Both were more mature, more experienced. They went at each other savagely.
"The last time, little brother," Aggie had whispered in his ear. "So give it to me good."
Derek gave it to her good. He couldn't have done otherwise. It was as though this were the first time he had fucked her. It was like having new stuff, hot stuff.
Derek held back as long as he could, then shot his load. Aggie came with him, exploding up to Cloud Nine, then gently floating back to settle comfortably and drowsily in his arms, completely satisfied, gloriously fulfilled.
Later, with Aggie's tits pressed close to him, with his hand between her legs, pressed flat against her twat, and his prick nestled snugly in her fist, Derek had asked, "This George guy that you're going to marry. Are you sure that you're in love with him?"
"Oh, yes, little brother. He's everything I've ever wanted in a man, a husband."
"Tell me about him."
Aggie described George in detail, and then said, "He screwed me on our first date. I've never been better screwed."
"Never?"
Aggie giggled. "Except by you, little brother. But I can't marry you. George is-was-a stranger that first night. He excited and aroused me with his first kiss. I knew I'd found what I want. He's never ceased to arouse me since."
"I'm jealous."
Aggie had smiled and kissed him, squeezing his cock at the same time. "I'm glad, little brother. I think I'd be jealous too if you told me you'd fallen in love with someone I didn't know at all." She drew the tip of her tongue along his lips, then momentarily thrust it all inside. "Fuck me once more, little brother, so we'll both have pleasant memories."
And so they had.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Aggie answered on the first ring.
"Hi, sis."
"Little brother!" Her voice sounded warm and eager. "It's about time. I thought you'd forgotten your big sister."
"Hardly. I've been meaning to call you."
"Well, why haven't you?" She was pretending petulance.
"Damn it, Aggie, I'm a working man." He hesitated. "I'm working on a piece for Tom Slater at the Journal. I got hung up on it and thought that if you weren't busy I'd drop by and we could kick it around."
"The way we used to kick your math problems around?" she laughed. "It just so happens that I'm free for the rest of the day. How soon can you get here?"
"How about half an hour?"
"I'll be waiting."
During the short drive to Aggie's apartment, Derek wondered what she was now like. After all, she'd been through two marriages and was probably now working on what was to be her third. Both number one and number two husband had made handsome settlements; financially, Aggie was well fixed.
His thoughts drifted back again to their early fucking days and by the time he reached the swank building in which Aggie's apartment was located, he had a hell of a hard-on.
Aggie was apparently waiting for him. He knocked once and the door was flung open. And there stood Aggie, a warm welcoming smile on her lips.
"Little brother!" She dragged him inside, closed the door and flung herself into his arms. "Let me feel you and taste you."
She pressed her warm body up to his, and lifted up her partly open mouth. Derek held her close, pressing his mouth against hers, allowing his tongue to roam inside and thrilled to the manner in which she accepted it.
She broke away at last. "Come over and sit down. I'll fix us a drink. We have so much catching up to do."
He sat on the sofa and watched her cross to the bar. She bent over and the very short skirt she wore rode up almost to her ass. He noted with a �tart that she wasn't wearing any panties and he could see her pubic hairs.
She returned to the sofa with the two drinks, handed him one and sat down close to him, crossing her legs. They were beautiful legs, shapely and sexy. He lifted his eyes and saw with another start that she was braless. Most of her tits were exposed because of the low-cut dress she was wearing. Her breasts bulged above the bodice.
She was looking at him archly. "Now just what are you looking at, little brother?"
Impulsively, he blurted, "Those gorgeous tits of yours."
Aggie laughed gaily. "Do you remember when you said that before?"
"I remember."
"And do you remember what happened afterward?"
"I've been thinking of it all the way over here."
Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "Is that why you have such a hard-on?"
It was Derek's turn to laugh. "I imagine I have that hard-on for the same reason that you're wearing that dress with nothing underneath."
Smiling, they toasted each other. Then, warily watching each other, they finished off their drinks and put the glasses on the coffee table. Still neither spoke, but the breathing of both had increased.
Aggie said, "What now, little brother?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"Nothing else but."
Derek wet his lips. "I'd like to fuck you, sis."
Aggie clapped her hands in sheer delight. "Oh, I hoped you'd say that. I know! Let's re-enact that first night, the night I taught you how to fuck."
"Suits me fine, only this time I might be able to teach you a few things about that gentle art."
"Gentle, my ass!" Aggie was on her feet, unzipping her dress. "I want you to give it to me with that same savage enthusiasm you used to have."
She stood before him once more in all her naked glory, more appealing than ever, flat bellied, big titted and full fannied.
"You can just get out of those clothes, little brother. You have something I remember fondly, something I want to see and feel."
Derek stripped quickly. His prick stood out big and proud. Aggie sucked in her breath. "My! It's just as big and glorious as ever. My!" she said again, and reached for it.
Derek pulled her in close to him. He reached down between her legs, and she spread them. His finger found her warm, soft cunt. He began to diddle her. She moaned sweetly.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "you're not as tight as you used to be."
"Since the last time you were up there I've been well reamed by a couple of husbands and a dozen other guys." She kissed him feverishly. "But that beautiful cock of yours can give me what I want."
"Sit down," said Derek.
"What? Don't you mean lie down, dear?"
"No. I mean sit with your ass on the edge of the sofa and your legs wide open."
Aggie giggled. "It's been a long time since I've had it this way." She sat and opened up her legs wide. Derek knelt between them and stared at her cunt for moments.
"I've thought about that twat of yours a good many times in the past couple of years. Now I just want to look at it for a minute."
"It is as inviting as you remember?"
"More so." Derek licked his lips. "It's a beautiful hot cunt, sis."
"Well, don't just squat there. Do something!" She reached down and seized his cock. "Come here. Have I got to show you all over again how to fuck a girl?" She giggled with glee.
"I'd love you to."
She stroked his jock a couple of times. "Do you want me to jerk you off?"
"No, you bitch. You know I don't."
Aggie laughed, but her eyes were feverish. "Very well. Lean forward."
Derek leaned forward. He could feel the head of his cock being inserted into that eager hot cunt. He thrust his ass forward.
"Okay," he grunted. "I'll take it from here."
He began to fuck her with long measured strokes. She twisted about wildly. "Oh, little brother, faster. Don't torture me. Make this first one a quickie. I can come any time. We have the rest of the day to mess around and experiment."
She thrust her twat up to meet his downward plunges. Derek picked up speed. Faster and faster he began driving his cock down into that hungry cunt. Savagely, brutally, he started pounding his meat home.
"Like that? Is that the way you want it?"
She began twisting and turning in a frenzy of delight. Her eyes were closed, a beatific look on her face.
"Oh, yes, little brother! Like that! It's wonderful! It's beautiful! Drive it home, little brother! Give it to me. You're the greatest! I've never enjoyed being screwed more."
Derek felt his cock begin to swell. In an effort to hold back, he jammed his prick far up into her pussy and, with a great effort, he held it still. He could feel her warm cunt juices oozing out around the stem of his jock.
"Don't stop!" she screamed at him. "For God's sake, don't stop now! I've started to come! Yeow! Am I going to come. Fuck me, little brother."
Little brother fucked her. He gave it all he had, which was about nine inches of big, fat cock with a powerhouse behind it.
Even after the first spurt of his jizum, he continued to fuck with unrelenting savagery. He wondered if he could come a second time without pulling out, but he knew he couldn't. Those days were gone forever.
He looked down into the sweet face of his sister. Her expression was contorted in the efforts of a beautiful orgasm. Her mouth was open. She was sweating and breathing hard. She was mum-ling incoherently.
"Fuck-lock it-lock big fat cock-screw me- make me come more."
But she knew she couldn't come more. She was drained, spent. Her tossing ass became still at last. She opened her eyes and looked up into the eyes of her brother.
"Did you get a good one, sis?"
"You better believe it, little brother." Impulsively she pulled his head down and kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth. "You're the greatest! I've missed you. I'd almost forgotten how great you were." She searched his eyes. "I want you to fuck me some more."
"I planned to spend the day fucking you. That's why I'm here."
She locked her arms about his back. "I don't know why I ever thought another man could satisfy me as completely. You spoiled me, little brother."
"You'd been screwed before I came into the picture."
"Whuff! Puppy love stuff. Teasers. Not one of the boys who had me knew the first thing about satisfying a girl. They were thinking only of themselves. A quick jazz, then off to get a malt and a hamburger. I was really wanting that night you first stuck it into me."
"And I've been wanting ever since."
They were both lying to a certain degree, and they both knew it. But the words sounded good, and they actually did fulfill each other.
Derek rolled off her, pulling out his dong. It snapped like an elastic. They both laughed.
"It'll take me about two minutes to get that young man ready for action again."
"I think we'd both better fortify ourselves with some bacon and eggs and a couple of glasses of milk. I'm starved."
Both naked, they went into the kitchen. Aggie, interspersing her movements with a lot of cock grabbing and allowing herself to be diddled, succeeded at last in preparing their breakfast. They sat side by side in the breakfast nook, arousing each other with every slight movement of their bodies, and ate. They talked of old times, fucking times. Aggie told of the time she had caught their mother and father screwing.
"They didn't know I was in the bathroom. They'd left their door partly open. When I came by, I looked in. They were really at it, enjoying themselves. It was beautiful to watch. You knew they were fucking only for love." Aggie paused. "I guess that's what got me started on the sex kick, but it wasn't till I discovered you had such a terrific prong that I enjoyed it as much as I could."
"Didn't either of your husbands have big dicks?" Re asked sympathetically.
"Fairly." She frowned. "They were both nice guys, Derek. They fucked me for love." Again she paused. "I think there must be something wrong with me. I think I'm oversexed. I enjoy screwing just for the pleasure of screwing."
"And am I glad. That's selfish of me, I know, but it's the way I feel."
"Then feel me, little brother."
By the time they finished eating, Derek had another enormous hard-on, and Aggie's twat was swimming. This time they went into the bedroom. For a time they lay close together, playing with each other. Then Aggie got up onto her hands and knees and spread her legs.
"Give it to me dog fashion, little brother. I like to look down between my legs and watch that beautiful prick of yours in action. Give it to me the way I taught you."
Derek smiled, kneeling between her wide-open legs. "The way you taught me," he murmured, "with certain embellishments."
It was a more satisfactory fuck. Afterward, they lay stretched on the bed, exhausted but happy. They talked of sex and teased each other. By noon they were both ready for another round. This time Aggie was on top and Derek enjoyed watching her tits bobbing around, feeling of them, sucking them.
They spent an hour killing a fifth of bourbon. Then they went at it again. This time it took longer for either of them to reach a climax. When they finally exploded simultaneously after exhausting and breathtaking efforts, both were spent beyond repair.
They slept.
It was almost dark when Derek awoke. For a few minutes he lay in that half state between full wakefulness and slumber. Gradually he oriented himself, remembering where he was and recalling the delights of the past hours. Then abruptly he closed his eyes tight. An image of Junie had danced before his vision.
"Shit!" he thought. "Isn't there an end to this goddamn nightmare?" He gritted his teeth. "You bitch," he thought. "You whore! What do you think you're doing?"
And a little voice far back, in his mind answered, "Who the hell are you kidding, jerk? It isn't her fault. It's yours. You wanted to fuck her and you did. She wanted to suck your cock, and she did. Now she's having her fun with someone else and you're moping around like a sick cow. If she can forget you, you can forget her. Or haven't you got the guts?"
The tortured weak feeling swept through him anew. He didn't have the guts, and he knew it. He was hooked, lost. She was destroying him as surely as if she were a malignancy deeply embedded in his being.
Derek opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his sister. She was sleeping peacefully and deeply, a beatific look on her face. In the dim light he could see her curly cunt hairs-outlined against her white skin. She was lying on her side, with one beautiful tit pressed under her, the other hanging loosely. He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead, then pulled up the sheet, covering her nudity.
He thought, "You're a great piece of ass, sis. Just great." Then a feeling of guilt enveloped him, because in effect those were the words he used to Junie after he'd fucked her.
Hating himself because Junie, the tramp, was still on his mind, he got out of bed carefully, dressed and let himself out of the apartment.
At home he overcame an almost impelling desire to call Junie only because of the fact that at this hour she would be tossing her twat around on a lighted stage for the benefit of a bunch of bewhiskered, leering perverts. The knowledge was like a stab in his heart.
Tomorrow he'd call her. He wouldn't be able to stop himself and he knew it. Somehow he'd get her to come to his office again. He had to see her, to talk to her, to feel her and, yes, to fuck her once more.
Derek knew that he should spend the evening with some friends at a night club or in a beer joint; anywhere, doing anything in an effort to forget. Instead, he poured himself a stiff drink and sat in the dark, commiserating with himself, bringing on self-inflicted suffering by filling his thoughts with memories of Junie.
It was only after he had consumed more than a half bottle of bourbon that he was able to sleep. Even so, he was awake shortly after the sun was up. His heart was singing. Today he would hear Junie's voice. He would see her and hopefully, feel her.
Derek took his time about shaving, showering, preparing his breakfast and eating it. He didn't want to call Junie too early. He knew she worked until two in the morning when the beer joints were forced to close by law. She'd probably sleep late.
It was after nine when he reached his office. He killed time by fiddling around with some papers on his desk, straightening out the covers on the cot in the back room, going over and over again exactly what he'd say to Junie once he got her on the phone. He'd sound casual, businesslike. He mustn't let eagerness creep into his voice. He mustn't let her suspect that he wanted her to come to his office merely because he wanted to see and talk to her.
He had a momentary sense of guilt when he thought of the ostensible purpose of the interview. Tom Slater was expecting him to write an article on the nude dancers, and so far he hadn't put down a line.
At ten o'clock, Derek could stand it no longer. He dialed Junie's number. On the third ring, a sultry voice answered. Derek's heart leaped into his throat.
"Hi, Junie. This is Derek."
"Who?"
His heart dropped back. Good God, didn't she even remember his name? Had she forgotten him that quickly?
"Derek. Derek Wilson. You know, the guy who interviewed you on the nude dancers."
"Oh! Oh, darling! Of course I remember. Wow! That was some interview."
Laughing now, feeling almost happy, Derek said, "I enjoyed it. You were terrific."
"How's the article coming?"
"That's what I called you about, Junie. I'm halfway through and I'm stuck on a couple of points I neglected to ask you about the other day. I wondered if you could drop by for a few minutes."
"Today?"
"Would some other day be better?"
"No." She paused. "I've so many things to do, and then there's the babysitter to think of. Babysitters charge such outrageous prices these days."
Derek cried eagerly, "Let me pay for the babysitter. It was stupid of me not to think of the expense. Look, I'll have a check for fifty dollars waiting when you get here. Will that be enough?"
Junie laughed softly. "More than enough, darling. What time would you like to have me get there?"
"Now! As soon as you can."
Again that soft laugh. "Well, let's see. It's now just after ten. Suppose I try to make it by noon?"
"Wonderful! Would you like me to take you out to lunch?"
"No. I'm still in bed. Naked: In a few minutes I'll get up, shower, and have my breakfast. I should be able to make it by twelve."
"Wonderful! I'm looking forward to seeing you again."
"Darling, I'm looking forward to seeing you."
Derek hung up. He was dancing on air. He was sweating. He was trembling. And he had a hard-on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Junie Kellerman had learned at an early age that the most powerful weapon a woman possessed lay between her legs. Her cunt. And she had learned to use it effectively and for her own benefit. She liked being fucked, and she liked sucking cocks. Especially big ones. She liked the taste of a man's jizum. She liked having him squirt it into her mouth and swallowing it.
Through the years, she had also learned that all men wanted to fuck her, some for mere lust and some because they thought they had fallen in love with her. She had learned, merely from the expression in a man's eyes, the things he said, the way she acted, to distinguish between lust and love.
She preferred the latter. It gave her a sense of power. A sadist by nature, she enjoyed the lovers more. She enjoyed amusing herself at their expense. She enjoyed humiliating them, making them beg for access to her twat, destroying them. She was hard and tough and unrelenting, yet no man suspected it. On the surface she was sweet and wholesome and pure. It wasn't until a man got his jock buried deep in her pussy that he became aware of her real character. It was then that she dropped all pretense and gave as much as she received.
Junie was reasonably sure that Derek Wilson had fallen in love with her. She had seen it in his tortured eyes when she had described her fucking experiences. She had felt it when he rammed his big fat cock up inside her cunt. She had heard it in his voice.
And now, after this morning's telephone conversation, she was positive. There had been a tremor in his voice. He had sounded too eager. She could imagine that long fat cock of his swelling inside his pants while he talked to her. The thought of that oversized prick caused her own cunt juices to run.
Remembering the conversation, she smiled to herself. Fifty bucks! This kid was going to be a pushover. If she could hold out before she let him screw her, she was going to have fun. She was going to make him jump through hoops, get down on his knees and beg for it, demonstrate in the most humiliating way she could think of how much he loved her and how much he wanted to fuck her.
The minute Junie stepped into Derek's office, she knew that her triumphant was complete. He looked up from his desk and smiled a welcome.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello, darling."
She knew that he was desperately trying to sound and act casual. But she saw at a glance that his whole body was trembling. She saw the wild look in his eyes. She noticed that the interview chair had been pulled closer to his desk and more to the side so that he could have an unobstructed view of all of her when she sat down.
"This," she thought cruelly, "is going to be one hell of an exciting session. At least for me."
She closed the door and heard the automatic lock snap into place. Derek nodded to the interview chair and she sat down. Her short skirt rode up until the hem barely covered her snatch. She glanced at his crotch and saw with satisfaction that he had enormous hard-on.
Derek was having a hard time controlling himself. His impulse was to grab her, to cover her face with kisses, to tell her that he was madly, hopelessly in love with her, to fondle her tits, to feel of her ass and to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. He wanted to plunge his cock up into that sweet, hot cunt of hers and keep it there forever and ever.
He clenched his fists in a desperate attempt to stop his hands from trembling.
Junie was saying, "How's the article coming?" She spoke softly, her green eyes wide and innocent-looking.
Derek wrenched his own eyes away from her beautiful legs. He tried to smile.
"As I mentioned over the phone, I need a little more information. Oh, by the way. I have your check ready." He opened up a desk drawer, took the check out and handed it to her, cursing himself because his hand was trembling so much he almost dropped it.
But Junie seemed not, or pretended not, to notice. She took the check and slipped it into her purse. "You're most generous, darling. Now what further information can I give you?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were ever arrested."
"Busted?" She laughed. "Yes. Once."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, it was when we nude dancers were allowed to do floor work."
"Floor work?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. That was when we would lie down on the floor, spread our legs, and let the customers see what they wanted to see most. Cunts. Cunts moving around as though we were being fucked."
Derek felt his guts begin churning again. God, why did he have to suffer like this? Showing off her twat to a bunch of leering perverts was what she was supposed to do. That's the way she made her living. That, he thought, tormenting himself further, and fucking.
He licked his lips. "And now you're not allowed to do floor work?"
"No. The law stepped in and said we'd have to keep standing and hold our legs together except for an occasional kick."
"And you were doing floor work when you were arrested?"
"Yes. I was spread-eagled with my pussy fully revealed for the paying customers. There were two policemen. I didn't even know they were on the stage until they lifted me up, set me on my feet, and told me to go and get dressed."
"Did they go with you?"
"Only as far as the dressing room door. They stayed outside until I got dressed."
"Then what happened?"
Junie shrugged. "Then we started for downtown."
The churning in Derek's guts had subsided somewhat. "Did either of them make a pass at you during the trip?"
"Do you mean, did they fuck me?"
Derek nodded dumbly.
Junie laughed gleefully. "They took turns. One of them fucked me in the back seat while the other drove. He drove up into the hills and parked. By that time the cop who was screwing me got his rocks off, but I hadn't come. The bastard was too eager. I don't think he'd had a piece of ass in weeks."
"Well, anyway, it didn't really matter. The second cop was in back with his cock in his hand before the first barely had time to get off. Number two had a bigger jock, and he was more considerate. Or maybe I was just too hot. I came in a great gusher while he was shooting his load."
Junie paused and sighed in happy reminiscence. "That was really something, being fucked by two cops in the back of a police car."
Derek felt numb. His guts were turning over. He felt almost mentally ill. "Was that the end of it?" he managed.
"Hell, no! They undressed me and then undressed themselves. We messed around for awhile." She laughed. "They had a pair of tits and a hot cunt to play with and I had two pairs of balls and two beautiful pricks." She gave a little shiver of delight, remembering. "It was fun."
"Did-did anything else happen?"
"Plenty. I gave them both a blow job. While I was sucking one cock, the other fucked my ass. Then we switched around. I sucked the second cock and the first cop mouthed my pussy." She sighed again, a contented smile on her face. "It was some night."
"How long did this sex orgy last?"
"Who knows? After a while, we all lost track of time. All I know is it was nearly daylight when the bastards drove me home."
"Then they never did take you to pail."
"Hell no! Those two yahoos could barely stand up when I got through with them."
Junie suddenly fastened her eyes on Derek. She had been well aware of how she had been torturing him. He was suffering and it delighted her. She had made herself horny just talking about her night with the cops. Her cunt juices had started to flow. And one look at Derek's huge cock straining against his fly made her squirm a little. But she wasn't quite ready to be fucked. She had a plan she wanted to put into execution first. She knew this man would do anything she ordered him to do.
Casually, she asked. "Have you missed me, darling?"
"God, have I missed you! Junie. I've thought of no one or nothing since."
He was babbling incoherently, and her sense of power rose.
"So who have you been fucking?"
"No one, Junie," he lied. "I haven't been fucking anyone."
"You're lying."
"I'm not, June. I'm not lying. Please believe me."
"Then how have you been getting your rocks off?"
"I haven't."
"Now don't give me that. A man, with a jock the, size of yours, doesn't just sit around looking at television. It's more than likely you have a bunch of girls with hot twats standing in line, just waiting for you to snap your fingers."
"No, Junie! That isn't true."
She laughed hollowly. "Then how did you get sexual satisfaction?"
He looked at her desperately, pleadingly. His eyes were wild. He wasn't rational, and she knew it.
"Tell me!" she snapped.
He looked at her shapely legs. "I-I jerked myself off."
"That's better. Tell me what you were thinking of when you jerked yourself off."
"I was thinking of you, Junie. It's all I've been thinking of."
"What did you imagine you were doing to me?"
"I imagined I was fucking you."
"Is that all?"
"No. I imagined you were sucking my cock and I was-was eating your cunt."
"Show me how you jerk yourself off."
"No!"
"Very well." Junie's face hardened. She picked up her purse, pulled down her skirt and prepared to stand. "If you can't do a little thing like that-"
Derek leaped to his feet. "Don't go, Junie. Oh, please don't go."
"Then show me."
"All right. I will." He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Will you let me fuck you afterward?"
"We'll see. It depends upon what kind of a show you put on." She reached down, unzipped his fly and took out his throbbing cock. She stroked it a few times, sucked in her breath, and gave it a squeeze.
Derek plopped back into his chair, took the massive prong in his hand and prepared to jerk himself off.
"Wait a minute."
Junie sat down facing him and lifted up her skirt. She was wearing no panties. "Would you like to look at my cunt while you're showing me how you jerk yourself off?"
"Yes," he breathed. "Oh, yes!"
She spread her legs and he could see the red-hot lips of her twat nestled in her brown, curly cunt hairs.
His prick throbbed in his fist. He began stroking, staring fixedly at that sweet cunt. He knew before he'd hardly gotten underway that he was going to shoot his load almost at once. And he thought, "What a waste."
Junie watched him in silence for a moment, her eyes wide and feverish. Her breathing had become fast and ragged. There was a fine film of sweat on her forehead. Her cunt was a fire-box.
She could tell by the way he speeded up his jerks that he was close to an orgasm.
"Wait!" she shrieked suddenly. "Stop!" She leaped to her feet, yanked up her skirt and straddled him. She seized his throbbing cock and inserted it into her steaming cunt.
"Fuck me!" she screamed into his ear. "Fuck me, you bastard, and don't stop fucking until I'm ready to come."
Derek held his cock still. It was throbbing up inside that wondrous, sweet beautiful cunt. He gritted his teeth. He'd hold back if it killed him. He loved this girl so much. He'd do anything she asked. Anything.
Junie was skillfully moving her ass up and down, riding the length of his shaft, rotating her ass, knowing that she was on the verge, knowing that in a minute she'd be in heaven. This cock that she was riding, this man who was moaning and groaning beneath her, was giving her ten times the sensation than the two cops had given her with their over eager, selfish pricks. He was holding back because he loved her and he wanted to give her as much enjoyment as he was receiving. In that moment she felt an emotion that was closely akin to love, but passion overcame it.
She pulled open her blouse and shoved one of her tits into his mouth. "Suck it," she breathed. "Lap it. Get it all wet and shiny, then go to work on the other tit."
Derek was a smoldering volcano. He was ready to boil over. With a superhuman effort, he held off the eruption. It was what this lovely girl wanted, and he'd do it. Savagely he mouthed her tits. He imagined that they were his tits and his alone. The thought sent a tingling sensation up his spine.
Junie was gasping and moaning. "Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh, God! It's beautiful! It's glorious! Just one more minute, darling, and I'll have it." Her ass began to churn. "There! Oh, there! It's started! Stop sucking my tits and kiss me. Drive your tongue into my mouth. I want you, darling. I want all of you. I want this to be another perfect fuck."
Nothing that she could have said could have driven Derek to a higher plane of exhilaration. "Another perfect fuck," she had said. That meant that when he had fucked her before she had thought of it as being perfect.
He wrapped his arms strongly about her back and pulled her open mouth down to his. He thrust his tongue inside, and knew a thrill when it was engaged by hers.
In a moment she pulled away. "Fuck me, darling Derek," he gasped. "Fuck me. I'm right at the peak."
With a great sigh of relief, Derek thrust his hips upward and let go. Great gushers of jizum spurted against her womb. They kept spurting and spurting.
Junie was in an agony of delight. She spasmed and spasmed and kept on spasming. She was sobbing and gasping. She felt that she was all cunt. Nothing else mattered but her cunt and the marvelous, tremendous cock that was socking it to her, giving her so much pleasure.
Fleetingly, the thought went through her mind that she'd save her cunt for that cock for all time. She'd never had such a genuine, enthusiastic fucking in her life. Was that because he loved her?
Junie was making contented mewing sounds now. She was cooing. She circled the top of his head with her arm and kissed him wetly. Derek gripped her sweet bare ass in his hands.
"Don't get off," he begged. "Stay there. I like the feeling of my cock up inside that beautiful cunt of yours."
"Even though you don't have a hard-on?"
"It will be hard again in a minute. I'll be able to fuck you again."
She lifted up her head and smiled down at him. "You've fallen in love with me, haven't you, Derek?"
"Yes, Junie. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love anyone."
"Do you think of me a lot?"
"Every second of every minute of every hour."
"Do you love me enough to do a-a favor?"
"Anything, Junie. Anything at all. Nothing would make me happier than to know I was doing something that would please you."
She thought, "He's hooked. I have him just where I want him. The poor sucker's out of his mind for want of me."
Derek was saying, "Junie."
"Yes?"
"Do you love me? Just a little."
She wiggled her ass and kissed him. "I think I love you quite a lot."
He was silent for a moment, not daring to ask the next question for fear her answer would be in the negative. His prick had stopped softening and was growing harder deep inside her twat. He let go of her ass, reached up and tunneled both her tits, fondling and sucking each in turn.
"Junie."
"Yes, Derek, darling?"
"Would you consider divorcing your husband and marrying me?"
"Oh, my goodness!"
"I'm rich, Junie. I could and would give you anything you wanted. We'd travel. We'd go everywhere. All I ask in return is that you belonged to me, loved me."
The fragmentary thoughts that had been forming in Junie's mind were now beginning to take shape. This was what she had wanted to hear.
There was hope in Derek's eyes as he waited for an answer. "Would you, Junie? Would you?"
She brushed her lips across his. She was enjoying this. She could feel his cock beginning to swell inside her pussy. She couldn't resist one more sadistic thrust.
Instead of answering his question, she made as if she were going to stand up, to leave him with his hardened prick waving in the air.
"I must go," she said. "My husband gets off early today. He'll expect me to be there when he gets home."
Derek gripped her ass savagely. "Why will he expect you to be there? Why?"
"Because as usual he'll want to fuck me when he first comes into the house. He always does. He gets a hard-on on the way home, just thinking about it."
She saw the tortured look come into Derek's eyes and reveled in it. Oh, she was going to enjoy herself at the expense of this man's suffering. He was in even deeper than she had thought. She could claim that gigantic cock any time she chose, and he would be fucking her for love, which, she decided, was the most exciting, the most sensational of any way at all.
Before he could speak again, Junie said, "Would you like to have me come here tomorrow?"
"Yes. Oh, could you, Junie? Would you?"
"I have the whole day to myself. We could fuck all day." Suddenly she frowned. "Damn! I forgot about the babysitter."
"I'll take care of her, Junie. I'll give you another check before you leave. Please let me."
She wiggled down on his now stiff prick, impaling herself. "Darling, I can't expect you to-"
"Please let me, Junie. It's what I want to do."
She wiggled again, lifting herself up again, then sinking back. He started fucking her.
"Well, all right then. You're very generous darling."
He smothered her tits with kisses. "Thank you, dearest. There's just one thing."
"Oh?" Her voice was suddenly cold.
"Will you give me the answer to my question tomorrow? Will you tell me whether or not you'll divorce your husband and marry me?"
Junie's breathing had increased. She had gotten a purchase on the office floor with her feet and was gliding up and down on his shaft. Her eyes were closed and there was an ecstatic look on her face.
He took her by the shoulders and shook her gently. "Will you?" he insisted. "Tell me."
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I'll give you my answer. Now fuck me."
"Oh, Junie!" He flung his arms about her shoulders and buried his face in her tits. And he began fucking her with joyful upthrusts of his hips.
It took them longer to climax this time, but they enjoyed every second of it. Junie alternated between throwing her head far back and moaning loudly, as spasm after spasm thundered through her body, and leaning forward with drool running from the corners of her open mouth and working furiously at her chosen task.
Both of them began to sweat. Once they paused, their eyes closed, resting. Junie leaned forward and whispered in Derek's ear. "I think we can make it again, darling. I can feel that big, fat, glorious cock of yours inside my cunt. It's as hard as a rock. Don't give up, darling. Keep fucking me."
She began corkscrewing her twat down on his throbbing jock, and, fired up by her words, Derek went about his screwing with a vengeance. Junie wanted to come again, and he intended to make her. It was the least he could do to show her how much he loved her.
To his amazement, a few seconds later his cock began to swell. He felt the beginnings of his own orgasm. He let out a yell.
"For God's sake, Junie, I've started to come. I didn't expect it so soon. I can't stop myself!"
Junie cried raggedly, "It's all right, darling. I'm coming too. It's beautiful! Fuck me harder, faster. Harder, faster. Oh, please!"
With loud grunts and groans, Derek drove his prick brutally up into her juicy hole. He assaulted her cunt with savage lust. He kept at it until sheer exhaustion claimed him, until the last tiny spurt of his semen was inside of her, until her bouncing ass had stopped its movement, her tits had stopped flopping, and her wild cries of joy had ceased.
Gasping for air, she fell forward, pushing the chair back against the desk, crushing her tits into his face. "Lord," she murmured, "it was beautiful, simply out of this world. Darling, you're a wonder man with that big cock of yours. I think I'd better take a lein on it."
"That's what I want you to do, Junie!" he cried eagerly. "That's the answer I want you to give me tomorrow. Unless you want to tell me now."
"My, you're, the impatient one." She brushed his lips lightly with hers. "Tomorrow, darling. I'll give you my answer tomorrow." She began easing herself to a standing position. Her face took on a pained look. "Wow! Am I sore." And she added, "But it's a nice sore. I love it However, I'll have to persuade that husband of mine to keep his pecker in his pants when he gets home today."
She stood up and her skirt fell into place, covering her snatch. She began buttoning her blouse.
Derek swung around in his chair, opened a desk drawer and took out his check book. Junie peered over his shoulder, but his hand was covering the stub pages where his bank balance would be indicated. He swung to face her, handing her the check.
Her eyes widened at the figure he had written. One hundred dollars. "Oh, darling, you shouldn't have."
"Please, Junie, don't say anything. It makes me happy to give it to you. There'll be another tomorrow. How early can you get here?"
"About the same time." His face fell, and she smiled. "But I can stay all afternoon. We'll have fun."
She had finished adjusting her blouse and fixing her hair. Now she picked up her purse, put Derek's check inside, and stood for a minute, looking down at his crotch. His pants were still open and his flaccid prick lay along his thigh. Impulsively, she bent over and kissed the head. "Tomorrow," she said, "I'm going to suck that wonderful cock of yours for just as long as I choose. Do you like having me suck your cock, darling?"
He nodded.
"Say it."
"I like having you suck my cock, Junie." And he added, "And I like eating your cunt."
She smiled happily, kissed him briefly on the mouth, then scampered out the door.
CHAPTER NINE
It was still not yet two o'clock and Derek found himself wondering how he was going to live through the rest of the afternoon, tonight, and the next morning. It was going to be agony waiting.
He got up, went into the back room and into the lavatory. Standing at the wash basin, he flopped his prick over, the edge and started to sponge it off. He winced. His dong was sore, rendered so by too much action. He smiled, remembering Junie's words.
"It's a good sore. I love it."
"I love it too," he told himself. "Because I know how wonderfully it got sore."
He finished washing, stepped over to the commode, relived himself, restored his pecker inside his pants and zipped himself up.
He returned to the back room and for a moment stood staring at the cot. A feeling of tenderness swept through him. Tomorrow Junie would be lying there, naked, her legs wide spread, her arms upraised, welcoming him, eager to have him plunge his prick into the depths of her hungry cunt.
The thought caused a stirring in his crotch. "Shit, no!" he thought and went into the outer office and sat at his desk. There was no use trying to work. He couldn't. Thoughts and pictures and images kept crowding into his mind. A few minutes ago he had been sitting in this same chair and Junie had been astride him, her lovely legs extending to the floor, her tits exposed to his eyes and to his mouth. His cock had been shoved far up into her delicious cunt. "Fuck me, darling! Harder, faster. Harder, faster!"
"Shit!" he muttered again, stood up, returned to the back room, mixed himself a drink and brought it back to his desk. A series of emotional waves began sweeping through him. First, he was riding their crests because he knew that tomorrow she would tell him she intended to divorce her husband and marry him. Then he was sunk to the lowest depths of despair when he thought of the possibility that her answer would be in the negative.
Derek took a long swallow of his drink. What if she refused to divorce her husband? How could he go on without her? He loved this girl. He had to have her. Life would be unbearable without her.
"I'm sick," he thought. "I'm really sick. I'm not rational. I'm weak. My thinking isn't straight." His lip curled. "In love with a whore, a hooker, a tramp. A nude dancer who nightly shoves her pussy into the face of any pervert who could pay for a glass of beer."
A feeling of guilt swept over him. Who was he to talk? Suddenly he felt a shame. He tried to reason with himself and failed. He was too far gone, too lost.
Miserably he wondered what was going to become of him. He couldn't go on like this. Then he had an upsurge of feeling. He'd take Junie away. Some strange foreign place. No one would know what she was, what she had been. Pain struck at him. What if she couldn't remain loyal to him? What if he came home some night and found her being fucked by another man, her beautiful legs wide spread, moans of delight coming from her throat?
Derek swore. He pounded the top of his desk. Complete, devastating frustration claimed him. "Goddamn, what kind of a man are you?" he raged at himself. And the answer came, "You're a cunt-hungry pig, a weakling, an idiot."
He tossed off the remainder of his drink and tramped into the back room to refill the glass. Involuntarily, he glanced at the cot. He couldn't help staring at it, remembering, thinking of tomorrow.
Impulsively, he ripped off the bedding, stowed the sheets in a closet, then found some clean sheets and began remaking the bed. The very act made him horny. He found himself tenderly smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets. By the time he had finished he had a hell of a hard-on. But he ignored it.
"You stupid goddamn fool," he ranted at himself. "Get lost. Get out of here. Do something."
Instead, he refilled his glass and went back to his desk. He sat there for some moments, staring at nothing, drinking. Abruptly then, he thought of his sister, Aggie. Why not go up to her apartment and spend the afternoon banging her? It would kill time and he'd enjoy himself.
He gritted his teeth. "No, you lame-brained jerk. If you did that you probably wouldn't be able to get a hard-on when Junie arrived."
He finished his second drink, went into the back room, and mixed a third. Back at his desk, he forced himself to think of other things. Betty! Betty Simms! She knew his secret. She was kind and sympathetic and understanding. Perhaps if he went up to her apartment he'd find some relief from his suffering by just talking.
No, if he did that, she'd expect him to fuck her, and that would leave him in the same prediction as he'd find himself after an afternoon in bed with Aggie.
He swore again, polished off the third drink, then went to mix a fourth. This time he staggered a little.
* * *
At this very moment Betty Simms was dialing Derek's number. Stark naked, she was lying on the fresh pink sheets of her king-size bed. Her dark hair flowed down over her shoulders. She looked beautiful and seductive. She had just come from the shower and was clean and sweet-smelling. She had paused only long enough to put on her make-up before crossing to the bed to dial Derek. It had occurred to her that she and what she had to offer was the only real cure for what ailed her lover.
When she finished dialing she returned her free hand between her legs and began toying gently with her clitoris. She always did this when she talked to Derek. It gave her a thrill.
"Hello."
Betty knew instantly when she heard his voice that he had been drinking. In a sense she was glad. It would probably make him more agreeable to what she had in mind.
"How's my lover boy with the big cock?"
"Oh, hi, Betty."
"You don't seem overly joyful at hearing my voice."
"I'm sorry, dear. I'm up to my ass in work."
"Like writing your article about the nude cunts?"
"Well, yes."
Betty was silent for a minute. Her clitoris had come alive under her administrations. This, coupled with the fact that she was talking with the most important man in her life, was making her extremely, horny.
"I'm worried about you, Der."
"Why?"
"Because, well, you weren't too happy when you were last here." Another pause. "Are things any better, Der?"
"No. Things are worse."
"Oh dearest! I'm so sorry." Betty knew that she had to choose her words carefully for fear of driving this emotionally disturbed man over the brink. "Now, Der, you listen to me. I've already explained to you the only cure for a person in your condition. Have, you admitted this-this infatuation to anyone else?"
"No."
"Good. Now, listen to me, dearest. I have the exact prescription you need to make you well." She giggled. "As a matter of fact, I have my hand on it right now. What do you think of that?"
Derek was tempted to say, "Then fuck yourself off and leave me alone." But he didn't. He had too much respect and fondness for this girl.
"Betty, I might want to come up there and give you a good fucking. It might help, but would only be temporary. I'm licked and I know it. I'll have to sweat it out myself."
"Please. Der."
"No. It wouldn't be fair to-well, it wouldn't be fair."
"Wouldn't be fair to a whore!" Betty could have bitten her tongue. The words had blurted from her involuntarily.
"All right, Betty," Derek said quietly. "That does it. I'm going to hang up now. I'm sorry."
Betty held the receiver to her ear for seconds after she heard the click of the disconnect. "Damn!" she thought. "Damn, damn, damn."
She hung up and lay back. There were tears in her eyes.
"You son Of a bitch," she thought. "I'll get you yet. I'm coming over to that crappy office of yours and piss all over you."
She was still fiddling her clitoris. Now she took her hand away, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a beautiful, flesh-colored dildo. It had been a great comfort to her during the past few days. She cuddled it against her cheek and kissed the head that so closely resembled a man's cock.
"Oh, Derek, darling. This is your cock and you're going to stick it up my cunt and fuck me, if only in my imagination."
She turned on the vibrator, listened to its hum for a moment, then moved it over and around one tit after the other, titillating first one nipple, then the other.
"Oh Der, you've done this to me with your cock so many times. I love it. Aren't you ready to fuck me now, dearest?"
She moved the vibrating dildo down over her abdomen, moaning with pleasure, opening her legs wide. She brushed the head of the throbbing rubber prick up and down the length of her now sopping pussy.
"Oh, I like that, dearest. You know I like it. But, please, stop teasing me and stick that big, fat cock of yours up my cunt and start fucking me. Please, Der! You're driving me mad. You know how much I love to have you screw me."
Betty inserted the head of the dildo into pussy and turned the vibrator up to medium. The humming sound increased in volume. Instantly joyous sensations began rocketing through her being.
"Oh, God, dearest, that's wonderful! That's beautiful! Derek, oh, Derek, fuck me some more. Oooooboooooh! Wow! Now give it all to me. Ram that lovely cock home. Fuck me, dearest. Fuck me as only you know how I like to be fucked."
With a groan of pure pleasure, Betty drove the dildo into her cunt as far as it would go, at the same time turning the vibrator on high. She began to buck and throw her ass around wildly as the spasm began. She pulled the rubber prick halfway out and drove it in again. She turned on her side, then on her back, then on her other side, screaming her joy. Frenziedly she clutched the throbbing dildo, jabbing it in and out of her cunt.
"Darling, dearest, beloved! Oh, you wonderful man! How I love having you fuck me."
And as clearly as though he had been there in person, she heard Derek answer, "And I love fucking you, Betty. You have the most glorious cunt in the world."
Betty's ass began to buck upward in quick, short thrusts. She had started to come.
"Now, Der! Now! I'm coming. Let me feel that hot jizum squirt inside my cunt."
A tidal wave of sensation seized her. Feverishly, she drove the dildo home. She began screaming and gasping and begging Derek for more and more cock. In her mind, he gave it to her. In her mind she could hear him gasping too, hear his heavy breathing, feel his balls banging up against her ass.
Her orgasm began to taper off. Her breathing became ragged. Sweat poured from her face; her entire body glistened with it.
"Oh, thank you, dearest. Thank you. Each time you fuck me like that it's better and I love you more."
She switched off the vibrator, but didn't immediately remove the dildo from her twat. Instead, she closed her eyes and lay back, spent, drained, exhausted.
"You son of a bitch, Derek," she whispered to herself a second time. "I'm not going to spend the rest of my life fucking myself off with a dildo. It's your big fat cock that I want, and it's your big fat cock that I'm going to have."
Slowly she withdrew the rubber prick from her snatch, kissed its glistening head then, cuddling it up to her, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
* * *
It was dark when Derek awoke from his drunken sleep. For a long while he lay still, trying to orient himself, hoping that the throbbing in his head would go away.
After a time he realized he was lying on the cot in the back room of his office. He had been dreaming that Junie was there with him. They had been making love, fondling each other, screwing. Only now he knew that he was alone.
He switched on the bedside light and looked at his watch. To his amazement, the hands showed that it was past one o'clock. It couldn't be! He sat up, holding the watch to his ear, positive that it had stopped. Then he remembered that it was a battery-operated-timepiece. But he still held it to his ear. He smiled wryly when he discovered that instead of going "tick tock, tick tock," like an ordinary watch, it went, "tick, tick, tick. "Now that's a hell of a discovery," he thought.
The small incident had given him a tiny respite from his tortured thoughts of Junie. Eleven hours. He had eleven hours to kill before he'd see her again. What in hell was he going to do? He couldn't get drunk again. If he did, he'd be in no shape to provide her, and himself, with the sexual satisfaction that she'd demand.
Groaning, he put his throbbing head in his hands. "What's going to become of me? I can't go on like this. But I have to have that woman. I have to, and, by God, I'm going to get her, no matter what I'm called upon to do."
Presently he got up, went into the lavatory and relieved himself. Then he looked at his face in the mirror. The image gave him a shock. He needed a shave. His eyes were bloodshot. His features were drawn and haggard.
"Christ!" he thought. "That isn't me. It can't be!"
Suddenly he realized how hungry he was. He went back to the front office, picked up his coat and drove to the nearest all-night restaurant He ordered a thick juicy steak, three fried eggs, home-fried potatoes, and toast. He ate ravenously, drinking three cups of coffee in the process.
Well, at least he felt better. He glanced at his watch. It was after two. Junie had gotten off work at two sharp. He tortured himself a little by wondering if some prick had taken her to breakfast and was even now ramming his rod up into her receptive twat. The thought made him almost vomit.
Back at his apartment, he shaved, showered, and put on a clean pair of pajamas. "I have to get some sleep," he thought. "I have to look fresh and eager when Junie arrives." Briefly, he thought of what would happen when she stepped into his office at noon. And he got a hard-on. He swore and ran some cold water on the head of his dong, after first giving it a couple of strokes. Gradually his prick grew limp, and he climbed into bed.
He forced himself not to think of Junie. He thought of everything else that he could. He thought of Tom Slater and his assignment. Jesus! Tom would be calling him either today or tomorrow, demanding some copy. And Derek hadn't written a word.
Well, what would he say about the nude dancers he'd met? Would he say that they were a bunch of whores and fuck-hungry girls? Which they were. Or would he say that they were intelligent articulate nice people? Which Junie was. His heart lurched. Junie! Goddamn her soul! She was intelligent and articulate. She looked wholesome and sweet. Her only problem was that she was sex crazy. She was a damned nymphomaniac. She liked to fuck and she liked big cocks.
Christ! Would Junie like him if he didn't have an oversized prick? He knew that she wouldn't, and the thought made him miserable. He was grateful that he was so heavily endowed.
Derek reached for his bedside clock. He set the alarm for eleven. He didn't think he could sleep, but he wasn't taking any chances.
He lay back and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew he was jerked Upright by the raucous squawking of the clock. Christ! He had slept. He looked at the clock. It was exactly eleven. Fumblingly, he turned off the alarm. In exactly one and a half hours Junie would be in his arms.
He sprang out of bed, feeling alive and eager, and put coffee on to perc. While it was brewing, he shaved and showered again. Dressed, standing in his kitchen, he drank two cups of black coffee, peeled a banana and ate it. That, he felt, was all he needed.
It was eleven-thirty when he left his apartment. On his way to the office he bought two bottles of bourbon, a six pack of soda water and a carton of cigarettes.
He was sitting at his desk when the hands of his watch crawled around to twelve-thirty. Goddamn it, where was she? She said she'd be here at half-past twelve, and she wasn't. Did this mean she wasn't coming? The thought set him into a tail spin.
Derek's office was on the ground floor and opened directly onto the parking lot. Usually, as today, he left the door partly open. Thus he was always aware of the comings and goings of his neighbors and whoever else passed by.
At exactly twelve-thirty-two a convertible drove up and parked directly in front of his door. Derek's heart leaped. It was Junie. By sheer force of will, he remained in his seat. His heart was pounding. A warmth was stealing through his veins. God! What an effect the mere sight of her had on him.
He watched her remove her colored glasses, pick up her purse, thrust one shapely leg outside, then get out herself. Then she was standing in the doorway, posing there. The light was behind her. Derek sucked in his breath. She was wearing a dress of some sheer material. There was nothing under it. Her beautiful, sexy body was clearly outlined. He could even see the perfect triangle made by her pubic hair.
For a moment she stood there. Then, laughing, she gave a small grind and a bump, came inside and closed the door. "Hi, darling," she said.
Derek was on his feet in an instant. He strode around his desk and swept her into his arms. "God!" he exclaimed. "I thought you'd never get here."
"I'm glad you were that anxious."
She pressed her body against his, thrilling to the feel of his rock-hard cock against her belly. His mouth sought hers, and their tongues became interlocked. Subconsciously, he realized her breath smelled unusually sweet, but he was in no condition to wonder about it.
He pulled his mouth away and gripped her shoulders.
"What's your answer, Junie? Are you going to divorce your husband and marry me? Tell me."
"My, but you are the impatient one." She reached down and squeezed his cock. "Ooooooh!" she squealed. "That feels good."
He shook her. "Tell me," he repeated.
"The answer is yes and no. I have a better idea."
"What is it?" Derek's heart was pounding, his stiff prick was throbbing.
"I will. But first I want you to give me a good fucking."
"I want to know now."
She pouted. "Oh, then you don't want to fuck me."
"Of course I want to fuck you. That's all I think about. Fucking you and making love to your cunt."
Junie closed her eyes, a rapturous look on her face. "That's the way I like to hear you talk. Now pick me up and carry me into the back room and undress me."
Derek knew that he wasn't going to get a further answer to his question until he gave her what she wanted. Grimly he picked her up and carried her into the back room. Undressing her was simplicity in itself. He merely unzipped her dress. It fell on its own accord to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and stood before him naked.
She effected a pose and asked, "Do you think I'm pretty, darling? Do you think I have a sexy body?"
"I think you're beautiful, and every time I think of your body, I get a hard-on."
She giggled. "You say the nicest things. Now, will you please get your clothes off and begin performing."
Hastily, but with trembling fingers, Derek stripped. She was on her back now on the cot, legs spread wide. He stood for a moment, feasting his eyes on this beautiful nude body, which, in the short span of a few days, had literally driven him off his rocker. His pulsating prick stood straight up and out. She reached for it, leaned up and kissed the head.
"I like it," she murmured. "I love it. Come." Still holding onto his cock, she pulled him down between her legs.
Seconds after Derek mounted her, Junie had everything going; legs, arms, hands, ass, cunt, tits, mouth, and tongue. She had been particularly horny when she came into the office a few minutes before. Last night at the club, where she had been dancing, one of her regulars had begged her to spend the rest of the night in a motel with her. She had resolutely refused, determined to be prepared for the oversized cock that she was even now enjoying.
* * *
The regular had been persistent. He was waiting for her in the parking lot when the club closed at two a.m.
"Please, Junie. Please. I have to have you."
She looked down and saw the bulge at his crotch. She had grown warm with desire, but shook her head.
"George, I told you, not tonight. Some other night, perhaps."
"Junie, for God's sake, I've been thinking of it ever since the last time."
"Why don't you just jerk yourself off?"
"No." He shook his head. He was a pathetic figure, wanting her, desiring her, but keenly aware of the finality in her voice.
"Junie, would you-would you hold it while I do?"
"Do what?"
"Jerk myself off."
The idea had excited her. She hesitated for only a moment. "Very well. Get into the car."
Junie got in on the driver's side and George had breathlessly scrambled in on the passenger's side.
"Very well," she said. "Take out your cock."
He ripped open his fly and pulled out his prick. It was of moderate size, a familiar sight to Junie. She took it in her fist and skinned it.
"All right," she said, "fuck my hand."
George had thrashed around furiously. She helped him a little. It was exciting. It was more exciting when he began to shoot, the spurts of jizum splashing up against the instrument panel. Her own cunt juices were flowing. She had an almost irresistible desire to bend forward and take the still spurting jock into her mouth. But she refrained. Instead, she made George put his pecker back into his pants and made him get out of the car before she weakened.
At home she found her husband asleep in bed. Naked, he was lying beneath the thrown-back covers, snoring lustily. His considerable prick was flopped down on the sheet. Junie could smell his breath and knew that he was in a drunken stupor. She was glad. She knew there'd not be a chance of his waking up, demanding that she gratify a sexual desire that had probably already been gratified more than once during the evening.
She stripped and stood in front of a full length mirror, examining herself.
"Tomorrow," she thought, "I'm going to be fucked by a cock that can satisfy any girl." It was a beautiful and exciting thought.
* * *
Junie was thrashing around wildly beneath Derek's savagely thrusting cock. She had spasmed three times and was working on her main orgasm.
"Oh, darling, darling! Fuck me! It's wonderful! I love having you fuck me! I love your big fat cock. I love feeling it up in my cunt. I love you!"
Derek was trying desperately to control himself. "Are you sure, Junie? Are you sure that you love me?"
"Oh, yes, darling. I do! I do love you! Drive it home, sweetheart! Fuck me!" She was babbling, out of her mind with ecstatic sensation. "You're beautiful. What you're doing to me is beautiful. I've never known anything like it. Right now, my cunt is yours. It's all yours, darling. And I own your cock, don't I? Say, that I own that big lovely cock of yours. Say it!"
Inflamed by her words, Derek drove his prick into her soft warm hole brutally.
"Yes, Junie, yes! You own my cock. You own all of me." And he added savagely, "You bitch! You have me hooked, and you know it. There isn't anything in the world I wouldn't do to please you, and you know that too."
If June comprehended his words, she gave no indication. She was enjoying herself too much. She tossed and turned, cried out and moaned, grabbed Derek by his ass and pulled mightily to get more of his throbbing dong up into her twat.
Junie wished now that she had always confined her sex life to one fuck a day. It made that one fuck more enjoyable. But she couldn't. Sex was her life. It was all she thought about, all she ever dreamed about. Cocks and cunts, tits and balls, sucking and fucking, being reamed up the ass and having her pussy eaten by a man.
Through clenched teeth, Derek grated, "Will you marry me, Junie? Will you?"
"I'll tell you when I feel that outrageous cock of yours go limp in my cunt, after you shoot your load." She let go of his ass, wrapped both of her arms around his head and pulled it down over her face. "Suck tongues with me, you bastard! Stick your tongue into my mouth."
She opened her own mouth wide, yanked down his head, and Derek drove his tongue inside. For minutes they sloshed their tongue together, moaning and groaning, rolling to one side and then another. And always fucking.
Junie somehow managed to get on top of him. She went to work furiously, humping her ass, impaling it on his rigid cock, yelling and screaming, forgetting everything, mindful only of the glorious sensation she was getting from this fucking wonder beneath her.
It was while they were in this position, that Junie felt the stirrings of her major come. She clamped her legs together and for a moment held them so. She shut her eyes tightly. Her lips pursed into the letter O. She stopped shrieking and began to whimper.
"Darling," she sobbed, "I've started. Oh, please give it to me now. Give me all the cock you can."
Relieved, Derek relaxed his muscles and let himself begin to spurt. "God"" he thought. "There never was a cunt like this, never a girl like Junie."
He felt his own orgasm spreading throughout his system, tingling, teasing, satisfying every fiber of his being. He kept bucking his ass upward, giving his beloved everything she wanted and demanded.
Junie was spinning upward, upward into a hazy mist of joy and pleasure. She was soaring and drifting. She reached a far-away plateau and settled there for a moment, while the wild intensity of her orgasm wrenched through her body. She peaked and then slowly, deliciously slowly, the sensation began to recede.
Derek spurted the last drop of his sperm and held his softening prick steady, while the muscles of her cunt milked him completely dry.
Junie sank forward, her tits resting on his chest, her cheek turned to his. Every muscle was relaxed, every nerve soothed. The only sound was their labored breathing and an occasional little cooing of complete satisfaction.
At last Junie took some cleaning tissue from the bedside table and dabbed at the sweat on her face. Afterward, she smilingly wiped Derek's face.
"It was worth all that sweat, darling. Wasn't it?"
"Worth twice as much." Derek smiled back.
Junie picked up more tissue and, raising herself on an elbow, began dabbing at her sweat-covered breasts.
"Here, let me do that," Derek cried, and, seizing dry tissue, he began caressing each tit lovingly, frequently leaning forward to suck and kiss one, then the other.
"If you keep that up," Junie laughed, "they'll never get dry."
"I don't want them to get dry. I like them all wet and shining." He looked up at her. "Don't you like to have me fondle your tits, Junie?"
"Of course I do, darling. Your tongue sends a thrill through my entire body. Especially when you nibble on the nipples."
Derek proceeded to do so. She laughed again, lifting up her ass, pulling his now limp prick from her pussy. She rolled off him and lay close beside him, one hand lying gently on his cock.
"I hate to let go of it," she said softly. "I'm afraid it might disappear."
"Not likely," he grinned. Then he sobered. "Junie."
"Yes, darling?"
"Tell me. Give me the answer to my question."
She was silent for a moment. "Please. Let's have a drink while we talk."
"Of course." Derek got out of bed and, his cock swinging like a pendulum, padded over to the bar. He mixed two stiff bourbons. When he returned to the bed, Junie was sitting on the edge. She had produced a cigarette case from her purse, put one in her mouth and was offering the case to Derek. "Have one."
Derek sat down, glancing into the case. The cigarettes were thin, tightly rolled. He knew now why her breath had smelled sweet when he first kissed her. He shook his head. "Marijuana doesn't agree with me."
He took a sip of his drink, handing the other glass to Junie. She didn't take it. Instead, her lips tightened and her eyes were suddenly cold. "Take one," she said almost harshly. "Light it and inhale the smoke. Then light mine."
Derek hesitated, looking into her green eyes. He didn't like what he saw. He was suddenly weak and trembling inside. "Okay, Junie. If you want me to."
"I want you to."
He took one of the cigarettes, flicked his lighter on and held the flame to Junie's cigarette.
"Take a deep drag and draw the smoke into your lungs," Junie told him, "It won't hurt you. On, the contrary, it'll make you feel good."
Derek did as she ordered. It was his first experience with the weed, with, in fact, drugs of any description. Thus the effect was almost instantaneous. He began feeling a sense of euphoria creeping through his veins. Smiling, he closed his eyes, savoring it.
"Take another drag," he heard Junie say.
He opened his eyes. She was smiling at him, smoking her own cigarette. He took another puff, this time inhaling the smoke deeper into his lungs than before. He giggled.
"Hey! This is great stuff! I had no idea it made a guy feel so great."
She laughed. "What did you think it was going to do, poison you?" She held up her glass. "Let's drink to it."
"Right." He picked up his own glass. They toasted each other and drank. Derek swallowed almost half the contents of his glass. He smacked his lips, took another drag on his cigarette, then polished off the rest of his drink.
His head began to spin, but he felt tremendous. He laughed. He felt that if he only had Junie by his side he could lick the world.
Junie had been watching him steadily. An old hand at smoking the weed, she knew exactly how he felt and what he would probably do. And he did. He fell forward in a slow motion action, giggling like a schoolboy.
"Gotta lie down," he mumbled. "Feel funny. Head's spinning."
Junie was ready. She eased his head and shoulders down onto the pillow, picked up his legs and lifted them up onto the bed. She lay down alongside, propped herself up on an elbow so that she could look down into his face. At the same time, she gently fondled his flaccid prick.
Derek was floating. He had never felt more comfortable, more contented in his life. He wished Junie would play with his balls for a while.
As though reading his mind, she reached lower in his crotch and gently began caressing his scrotum. "Like that, darling?"
"Love it." Derek opened his eyes and saw Junie's smiling countenance hovering above his face. "Love you, too."
"And I love you, darling." She kissed him.
Derek suddenly remembered. "Hey. You gotta answer my question. You gotta get rid your husband and marry me. You gotta, Junie."
Junie laughed softly, picked up the still burning cigarette and held it to his lips.
"One more long drag, darling, and we'll talk it over."
"Sure, Junie. Sure." He sucked on the weed until she pulled it away. This time he damn near floated into oblivion. "Now, you gotta tell me. Y'gotta."
"Yes, darling." But instead of giving him a direct answer, she said, her voice coming to him as from a great distance, "I hate him, Derek. I hate him! Hate him! Hate him! I wish he were dead!"
Derek opened his eyes. Far, far above, Junie's face floated in a sort of haze. " 'Vorce him, Junie. 'Vorce him and marry me."
"He won't give me a divorce, darling. That's what I've been trying to tell you. He says that if I try to get a divorce, he'll prove that I'm a-whore, and that I wouldn't stand a chance in court."
"Why, that stinking rat!"
"Yes. He's a stinking rat." She began to sob. "He beats me and humiliates me. He brings his friends home and makes me let them fuck me while he watches."
Derek jerked upright. His head still swam, but he managed to hold himself erect. "Why, the son of a bitch, I'll kill him for that. I'll kill him."
"There, darling." Junie eased his head back onto the pillow. "Would you, darling? Would you kill him because he humiliated me like that?"
"Damn right," Derek muttered. "Damn right."
"Do you have a gun, darling?" Her breathing had increased a little. Her eyes were bright.
"Gun. Sure, gotta gun. Everybody's gotta a gun these days."
Junie sucked in her breath. "Then you'll do it, won't you, darling? You'll do it for me. You'll kill my husband. For me. For Junie. Because you love me and want me for your own."
Derek's body froze. Somewhere back in the depths of his befuddled mind, his conscience was grasping the significance of what she was asking. Grasping, also, the fact that she was deadly serious.
Junie was speaking, rapidly now. Her voice was vicious, her breathing deeper.
"I'll help you, darling. We'll kill him together. Then I'll be all yours. My cunt will belong entirely to you. I promise. We can fuck and fuck and fuck, knowing that neither of us will have to stop unless we want to. That's what you want, isn't it, darling?"
"Yes," he croaked. "That's what I want."
"Then you'll do it?"
He was silent for a moment, trying to drive the cobwebs from his brain. "How we gonna do it? When?"
"Tomorrow!" she cried excitedly. "I'll meet you here at exactly twelve-thirty. No, I'll be here at twelve. Then we can screw for half an hour. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Derek?"
"Always enjoy screwing you, Junie."
"Bring your gun. I'll arrange to have my husband pick me up at twelve-thirty. I'll tell him you asked me to come over for a further interview. He'll find us in an-an uncompromising position. Naked. Fucking. Naturally, he'll try to attack you, and you-you shoot him, Derek. Kill him. I'll be your witness. I'll tell everyone it was self-defense. There won't be any problems at all. My husband will be dead, and I'll be yours forever and ever."
Junie finished, breathless, her eyes wide with excitement, her expression vicious. She gave his cock a squeeze. "You'll do it, won't you, darling? You'll do it because you love me and it's what I want you to do."
Derek had been jolted back to reality. His head ached now; it no longer was in a comfortable spin. He opened his eyes and stared up into Junie's anxious, waiting face. "Sure, Junie. Sure I will. You know I'll do everything you want me to."
CHAPTER TEN
That night Derek rummaged through a bureau drawer and found the automatic he kept there. He found a clip of bullets and jammed it home. Afterward, holding the gun in his lap, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at nothing. He tried to recapture the events that had transpired in his office after he had promised Junie that he would kill her husband.
He remembered that Junie had squirmed around and announced happily that she was going to suck his cock. Maybe it would help him to get over his hangover. To a degree it did. She had sucked dutifully, fondling his balls skillfully.
Derek had been incapable of not reacting to the delightful sensation her expert mouth and tongue invoked. He had gasped and was on the verge of coming when she'd suddenly stopped sucking, quickly shifted her position, and straddled his chest, facing his feet, she gripped his throbbing cock in her fist. Over her shoulder she'd hissed, "Eat my cunt. Eat it while I suck you off."
She had lowered her twat down on his face and he had obediently begun eating at the Big Y. He'd kissed and lapped her vulva, flicked the tip of his stiffened tongue against her clitoris until she'd cried out with delightful shrieks Of joy, then had dived inside for the big feast.
Junie had sucked his prick in a frenzy of ecstasy. In the brief time that they had known each other, their teamwork had become almost perfect. They had learned to fuck and suck in harmonious rhythm. Their timing was accurate.
They had come simultaneously. The way Junie had gulped and moaned and tossed her ass around, Derek had thought that he was going to be blown right up to the ceiling. It was an experience, an adventure, a joyful delight.
Afterward, dressed, Junie had told him she had to go. "I could only get the babysitter for two hours. I'm sorry, darling, but I'll give that lovely cock of yours some action tomorrow."
And, over her feeble and false objections, he had written another check for a hundred dollars and made her take it.
After Junie had gone, Derek, dressed now, went over to his desk and sat down. For a while he'd remained there, thinking, trying to straighten out his confused thoughts. After awhile a sort of calmness took possession of him; his guts felt empty and cold.
Determined now, his plans made, he pulled the telephone to him and dialed Tom Slater.
"Tom? Derek here."
"Derek, you bastard, where the hell have you been? I've tried to get you at least a dozen times." Derek forced a short laugh. "Watching the nude dancers perform. Where else?"
"Yeah?" There was a brief pause. When Tom spoke again, his voice was all business. "Look, Der, the deadline for that piece is tomorrow. You know that."
"And I'll have it for you. I've never failed you yet, have I?"
"Then I can count on it? I won't have to fill the space with something else?"
"Tom, I'll have a story for you that will make your skin crawl. There's just one thing."
"Yeah?"
"I'll be up most of the night working and planning. Could you drop by my office tomorrow? We'll have lunch." It wasn't an unusual request Tom frequently drove out to spend the noon hour with Derek over a pizza.
"Sure, man, I can arrange that. What time?"
"Make it twelve-thirty sharp. I'll be busy until then."
"Right on. Twelve-thirty. See you then."
Derek hung up and for another few minutes sat staring at his desk, composing himself, steadying his nerves. This tiling that he planned to do was getting to him, yet he knew he wouldn't turn back. He flipped open his telephone address book, found the number he wanted and dialed it. He told the girl who answered that he wanted to speak to Aaron Hendrick. Aaron came on the line almost at once.
"Aaron? Derek here."
"Yeah, man! Good to hear from you again. How's the article coming?"
"It's finished, Aaron. I was wondering how you'd like to drop by the office tomorrow and look it over before I turn it in."
"I'll be there. What time?"
"Twelve-thirty sharp. No earlier. I have a coffee date with a guy up the street at quarter to twelve. Should get us to the office at about the same time."
"Good. Twelve-thirty it is."
"Oh, by the way, Tom Slater of the Journal will be here too. You might want to ask him some questions."
"Great."
"Junie will also be here."
"Junie?"
"I had to have a main character in the story, and she's it. I wanted to get her ideas on the piece too."
"Speaking of pieces." Aaron laughed. "Did Junie turn out to be a good piece?"
"You better believe it."
"Yeah. She screws like a rabbit, only better." Again Aaron laughed. "See you at twelve-thirty tomorrow."
Derek felt sick again. The familiar churning in his guts took over. So Aaron had fucked her, too. Good God, was there anyone who hadn't put the boots to lovely, sweet, green-eyed Junie?
Derek put his head down on the desk. For a moment his body was wracked by a series of dry sobs. He wasn't over the godawful sickness yet. Far from it. He knew now there was no escape from what he had in mind.
Presently he sat up, took a deep breath and dialed another number. This time Betty Simms answered.
"Hello there," he said, trying to make his voice sound light. "Guess who."
"Derek! Dearest! How wonderful of you to call. I've been thinking of you all day. As always."
Derek felt a pang. How could he do this to such a fine person, a girl who, in time, he could learn to love dearly and who he would want for his wife. If he were only the half the man she thought him to be.
"I've been thinking of you, too. That's why I called."
"I can hardly believe it." Breathlessly she asked, "Are you coming over?"
"No. I rather hoped that you'd come over here."
"When? Today? Now? Are you in your apartment, dearest?"
"No. I'm at the office. Look, are you busy tomorrow noon?"
"I won't be if I can see you."
"Then try to be here at the office at twelve-thirty sharp. I've finished the article. This afternoon I'll put the finishing touches on it. I'd like to have you read the finished product. Tell me what you think."
"I'd love to, Derek."
"Good. Then I can expect you tomorrow at twelve-thirty sharp?"
"On the nose. Until then, know that I love you, and will stand behind you, no matter what you do, as long as you'll let me."
Feeling cheap and tawdry and a coward, Derek once more replaced the telephone back in its cradle. This time he clenched his fists in an attempt to get a grip on himself. Well, the stage was nearly completely set. No turning back now. The die was cast. No turning back at all.
After a while he stood up. There was one more chore he had to do. He went into the back room, found his tape recorder, and returned to his desk.
He plugged in the machine, tested it for volume, adjusted the microphone, folded his arms on top of the desk and began to talk.
He began at the beginning, telling the whole sordid story. He admitted his own weakness, his sickness. He explained that it was too late, too late to ever again know peace of mind.
Shamelessly, he confessed that he had fallen in love with Junie. He knew what she was and what she probably always would be. Neither she nor anyone else had blinded him to her true character, but he had gone too far. He found it impossible to step back, to withdraw. He hoped that everyone would understand that it all had something to do with the chemistry of the human body, that once a man reached a certain point, he no longer had control over his actions. He knew he was making a mess of things, but he couldn't help it and he wouldn't blame them if they didn't understand.
He apologized to Tom Slater. "I'm sorry, Tom. I told you I'd have your story ready if you met me here today. Well, this is it. By the time you hear the rest of this tape, you'll realize it's a far, far better piece than I could have written. I guess you'd call it real-life drama. Forgive me, old friend."
And to Betty Simms, he said, "Dearest Betty, I must beg your forgiveness too. I've never known a more wonderful girl since my Linda was killed. You remind me so much of her. I truly loved you, Betty. You are dear and sweet, kind and understanding. I don't deserve you, yet it was only a matter of time before I would have-begged you to become my wife. I am weak, Betty dear, or you wouldn't be listening to this now. Please, dear heart, try and find it in your soul to forgive me. I love you."
To Aaron Hendrick he said, "Aaron, you are a greedy, self-centered, selfish pimp. One day, I hope there will be no place in society for scum such as you."
To Junie's husband, he said, "I wish I could feel sorry for you, but I don't. There must have been a time when you were in love with and respected Junie. But no more. You are responsible for what she became, for what she is now. You are a tragic figure. There is little about you to admire. I pity you."
Derek switched off the recorder and thought grimly, bitterly, "Who am I to preach? I'm worse than any of them. I'm a prick, a no-good bum. Just last week I was fucking everything I could get my hands on. And I got my hands on plenty. They came with wide-open arms and legs. Christ! Someone should kick my ass from here to hell and back. You weak, sniveling shithead."
And then with some measure of satisfaction, he thought, "Even in this age of complete sexual permissiveness, human emotions haven't changed. They will never change. A man loves a woman and a woman loves a man and their love is the greatest motivating force in the world." His lips curled. "Shit! Love! It sure as hell motivated me."
After a while Derek leaned forward and meticulously marked the tape where he had finished his confession. Then he picked the machine up and carried it into the back room. For a moment he stood looking around, trying to find the exact location for it. His eye fell upon the bar. "It would be hidden there," he thought. "She couldn't see it, and I'd have the excuse of walking over to mix a drink. It's the perfect place."
He found the exact spot at the far end of the bar that he wanted. By standing some bottles in front of it, it was entirely obscured.
He plugged in the recorder, then found an extension cord and attached it to the microphone cord. He pulled the lengthened cord along the floor next to the molding, and placed the microphone atop a storage file near the head of the cot. He camouflaged it with some books.
Returning to the recorder, he turned up the volume, then returned to a spot several feet from the microphone. "Now hear this," he said in a normal tone.
He went back to the bar, rewound the tape to the proper spot, and turned on the speaker. "Now hear this." His voice was loud and clear.
He switched off the machine, but left the tape where it was. Derek returned to his office and sat once more at his desk.
"Dear God," he thought, "am I out of my mind?" And he knew that he was. Worse, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He knew a minute of regret, then a moment of self-pity, but he no longer tried to fight it. He accepted it. He wished, forlornly, that sex were not such an important part of human behavior. But it was. It always would be. And he accepted that too.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Derek was deliberately five minutes late when he arrived at his office the next noon. He felt the familiar surge of excitement when he saw Junie's convertible parked in front of his door. She was sitting behind the wheel. He pulled up next to the car, switched off his motor, and looked across at the girl. She was glaring at him. He got out, walked around and leaned on the door. "Hi," he said.
"You sonofabitch! Do you realize I've been waiting for more than fifteen minutes?"
"I'm sorry, Junie."
"I'll bet. Every goon in the whole goddamn building has been gawking at me." Her voice was harsh, unnatural. She was, Derek decided, really mad.
He opened the car's door and she stuck one shapely leg out. Her short skirt rode up so high he caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. Trying to make light of the situation, he said, "I'm glad they weren't gawking when you were getting out of the car."
"Why?" she taunted, "because they might have gotten a look at my cunt?"
"Stop it, Junie. I've told you I'm sorry."
But she wasn't through. "I wish they had," she snapped. "I wish I'd fucked the lot of them. It might have taught you a lesson. Keeping me waiting like that. Who the hell is running this show anyway? You or me?"
"You are, Junie."
"Well, see that it doesn't happen again."
They had crossed to the office door. Derek unlocked it and they stepped inside. He closed the door and turned to face her. Some of the anger had gone from her face, but she wasn't ready yet to let him thrust his tongue into her mouth, as he desperately wanted to do.
"Did you bring the gun?"
"Yes." He showed it to her.
At sight of the weapon, she gave a little gasp. "Where are you going to hide it so it will be handy?"
For answer, Derek walked into the back office and placed the gun behind some bottles on the bar, close to the tape recorder. Turning, he found Junie standing near the cot. Her features had softened and there was an eager, expectant look in her eyes.
"Come here and kiss me," she said.
He crossed quickly and took her into his arms. She lifted her face, at the same time pressing her body against his. Derek nudged his tongue between her partly open lips and felt her tongue respond.
Almost at once Junie pulled away from him. The expression in her eyes was of mixed astonishment and incredulity. "What the hell!" she exclaimed. She reached down and took hold of his cock. It was only semi-hard. Now accusation replaced the look in her eyes. "You've been fucking another girl."
"No, Junie. You're the last girl I fucked. You'll always be the last girl I fuck."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
She unzipped his fly and took his meat out. At the touch of her hand, his prick leaped to full erection. She smiled, stroking it gently. "That's better." She looked down at the now pulsating cock. A giggle escaped her lips. "For a minute I thought I'd lost my grip."
"If you don't quit jerking me off, I'll come in your fist."
Junie glanced at her watch. "Good grief! We've less than twenty minutes before my husband is due to arrive." She turned around. "Unzip me!"
Derek pulled the zipper as far down as it would go. Junie brushed the dress from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. As usual, she was wearing nothing beneath. She picked up the dress and tossed it onto a chair.
"Hurry," she said, pulling back the bedding and climbing in between the sheets. "Get those clothes off."
In a matter of seconds Derek stood naked beside the bed, his huge pecker standing straight up and out. Junie looked at it adoringly. She reached up, circled the thick stem with her small hand and tugged. "Get in here."
Derek lay alongside the girl's soft warm body, maddenly aware of the excitement pounding through his veins. It had been like this since the first day he fucked her. It would always be like this, he knew, unless-
"Play with me a minute," Junie whispered. "Then give me one of those glorious fuckings only you are capable of."
She snuggled up to him, and he closed his mouth over hers then reached down between her legs. Her pussy was drenched. He toyed with it, found her clitoris with a forefinger and kneaded it. She took her mouth momentarily from his.
"I like that," she whispered. "I like having you play with my cunt." She reached down, seized his cock and stroked it. "Do you like having me play with your cock?"
"Yes."
She reached down farther and fondled his balls. "Do you like that?"
"I love it."
He had ceased massaging her clitoris and was darting his middle finger in and out of her cunt. She moaned softly and her ass began to move.
"Easy, darling, easy. I don't want you to finger fuck me. I want that beautiful cock of yours to do the fucking." She gasped as his finger plunged up into her twat as far as it could go. "Kiss each of my tits for a minute. Take your finger out of my cunt while you're doing it. Then give me the exciting cock-fucking I've been thinking about since yesterday."
He did as she ordered. He pulled his dripping finger from her snatch and, with the same hand, circled a tit and plunged his mouth down onto it. He lapped it and sucked it, then nibbled at the hardened nipple. It was, as always, a cock-raising experience.
"Oh," she breathed. "Glory, that's wonderful! Now go to work on the other one before I explode."
Derek shifted to the other tit and gave it the same treatment. Junie was twisting beneath him, bouncing her ass around in a frenzy. She still held a grip on his cock, was squeezing as though it Were a lifeline.
"Now!" she cried. "Now! I'm ready. Get in between my legs and fuck my ass off." She quieted her body, spreading her legs wide, tugging at his cock. "Hurry! Hurry! I can't wait any longer."
Derek obliged. He got onto his knees between her outspread legs, looked down at her delicious, waiting cunt for a moment, then lowered himself. She guided the bulbous head inside, exactly where she wanted it, then moaned aloud in ecstasy, the sound blending with Derek's own grunt of supreme satisfaction. He began fucking her with slow measured strokes, controlling himself admirably. Junie humped up her ass.
"Give it to me, you bastard! Fuck me, you fucking genius. Slap those balls up against my ass. I like to feel them. In a minute I'll be sucking out every ounce of jizum they contain. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Derek continued to screw her with the same slow, measured strokes. Like a machine. Like a dildo in the hands of an automaton.
Junie spasmed once, and was about ready for her second go-around, when she sensed that something was wrong. She didn't know what. It was a sort of instinctive reaction. A reflex. She was being fucked by the biggest, most satisfying cock she had ever known, yet something was wrong. It wasn't the same as it had been before.
Derek hadn't kissed her since he'd started stroking his monstrous prick in and out of her pussy. He hadn't fondled her tits. He hadn't spoken. He hadn't told her how much he loved her, how much he enjoyed fucking her. He hadn't changed the rhythm of his long slow strokes.
She peaked in her second spasm and began floating back to prepare for another. En route, she tried to analyze what was wrong, but got nowhere.
"To hell with it," she told herself. "I'm enjoying this piece of ass too much to let it bother me.
Yet when she was comfortably settled back, enjoying each stroke of Derek's plunging penis, she opened her eyes and stared up at her sex partner. Instead of the beatific expression of ecstasy she expected to find, his face held a grim look. He was fucking her almost as if it were a duty, a chore.
"What in hell is the matter with you?" she demanded. "Is fucking the girl you love so much of a job? You're acting like a machine."
He bared his teeth, but it wasn't a smile. "A fucking machine," he growled. "Now, will you get your ass in motion so I can finish this off."
"Finish it off!" she bleated. "Finish it off! Why, goddamn you, I'll-"
But he didn't allow her to finish. He began bucking his prick into her with a piston-like fury. "Take that!" he grated, thrusting forward with such force that her body was pushed forward on the bed. He banged her again and again. "You wanted to be fucked, baby, I'll give you all the fucking you can take."
Caught up in the beautiful, all-consuming sensation that was vibrating through her body, Junie forgot all about their implication. She went into action, joyfully, happily. She waved her legs in the air, then planted the soles of her feet solidly on the bed and humped up her ass, taking all the cock he could deliver.
"That's it, darling! Give it to me! Bang me! Hurt me! I love it this way. I've never been so beautifully fucked. Never! You're glorious! You're wonderful! Fuck me! Give me all of the glorious cock that you can!"
They were both breathing hard now, sweating. Their bodies glistened with sweat. They slithered over each other. They drooled. Their bodies were a blur of thrashing arms and legs, of thrusting asses, and gasping mouths, of flopping tits and banging balls.
They were yelling at each other, screaming obscenities.
"You hot-cunted bitch, take that and that and that ..."
"I'll take all your over-sized cock can give me, you fucking bastard, and ask for more ..."
"And you'll get more, cunt ... "
"Give me more, cock ..."
"You're nothing but a fucking whore ..."
"And you're a whoring prick ..."
And then Junie started to come. "Jeeeesus!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Oh, Christ! Oh, God! Is it ever terrific! It's never been better! Darling, you're beautiful. Fuck me! I love you, love you, love you! Fuck me!"
Her chin sank onto her chest. Her words became garbled. They were animal sounds. "Aach! Aach!" she kept saying. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth. Her entire body was tense, on fire. She felt that she was going to swoon, and she did.
When she returned to consciousness, Derek was squirting the last of his semen up into her cunt. He was grunting contentedly, sounding amazingly like a pig who was having its back rubbed. He collapsed at last and fell on top of her, his prick still buried in her pussy.
Junie stroked his head tenderly. "It was lovely, darling. It was the best fuck I could ever imagine or want." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Were you completely satisfied? Did fucking me give you the fulfillment you expected?"
Derek didn't answer. Instead, he braced himself on the palms of his hands and slowly pulled his softening cock from the depths of her cunt. He remained there, looking down at it for a moment, then flopped over on the bed to lay alongside Junie.
For minutes they lay quiet, catching their breaths, exhausted, spent, completely satisfied. After a while, Junie reached down and took his limp cock in her hand.
"I love holding your cock. Do you like having me?"
"Yes."
"Do you like fucking me?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me, Derek?"
"You know I do."
"Yes. I know and I'm glad. We're going to be happy together." She hesitated. "Would you like to have me suck your cock, darling? I'd like to, you know."
"We haven't time."
Again she smiled. "We could start. Or I could start." She squeezed his prick and knew a small sense of triumph when it gave a faint throb. "First, we've got to get this young man ready for action."
She squirmed around so that her face was within inches of his dong. She took the organ in both hands, then kissed it, below on it, and pulled the skin back and forth a couple of times. Gradually it began coming to life.
Junie chuckled happily. "I knew I could do it. That big boy can't resist me. I want it always so. I never want it to be able to resist me."
She played with his stiffening cock a moment, then opened her mouth wide and gulped in the roseate head. At that moment there was a knock at the front office door. Junie jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her body tensed.
"It's him!" she whispered hoarsely. "It's my husband. Get your gun." Her breathing quickened, tits rising and falling with each intake of air.
Derek got up and padded over to the bar. With one hand he picked up the gun; with the other, he snapped on the tape recorder. When he turned around, he found Junie watching him steadily. Her features had hardened. Her voice, when she spoke, was coldly calculating.
"Steady, lover. Easy does it. This is it. Get a grip on yourself."
Again there was a knock on the outside door.
"All right," Junie told him, "go out there and open the door. When he sees that you're naked, he'll suspect something."
"I should think he might," Derek murmured. He made no attempt to keep the sarcasm from his voice.
If Junie noticed, she gave no indication. She continued as though he hadn't spoken. "Come back in here. He'll follow you. When he sees me lying here naked, he'll guess that we've been screwing."
"Shrewd," muttered Derek.
"That's when he'll turn on you. That's when you'll have the excuse to shoot him. Aim at his rotten heart, darling. I'll testify that it was self-defense."
The tape recorder was getting it all.
Derek didn't move. Instead, he stood there, staring at her, a sort of sadness in his eyes.
"What the hell are you standing there for?" Junie hissed. "Go out there and do as I told you. Get him in here. Shoot the son of a bitch!" The words were vicious, wicked.
Derek shook his head, smiling faintly. "I'm not going to kill your husband, Junie. I'm going to kill you."
The words at first didn't register. For a moment Junie said nothing.
Outside, another car drove up. A door banged. There were voices. Someone knocked on the door again.
The significance of what Derek had said began to impress itself on Junie's brain. But she didn't yet fully grasp them. Her mouth was slightly ajar. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I said I was going to kill you, Junie. I'm going to shoot you and keep on shooting until you're dead."
Genuine alarm, tinged with fear, leaped into her eyes. Her throat felt constricted. "Kill me? Why, Derek, why?"
"Because you're no good, darling. You're evil and wicked. There's no place in society for women like you. Not really."
"No, Derek, no! You love me!" Now her face was a mask of stark terror.
Derek nodded, smiling sadly. "Yes, Junie, I love you. My feelings for you got out of control the day we met. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I was lost. I had gone beyond the point of no return. I was weak, a coward, miserable and sick."
"But, darling, I felt the same about you. I love you, Derek. Can't you understand that? Please! Oh, God, please understand. We could be together. Just you and me. Together for always." Her face had drained itself of all color. There was only a wild fear in her eyes.
Again Derek shook his head. "You're not capable of loving anyone, Junie. That's why you're no good for anyone, nor ever will be. Your entire life is made up of greed and lust, of sexual depravity."
Outside another car drove up. Another door banged. There was the sound of more Voices. The knocking became a pounding.
Junie was begging. She was sobbing hysterically. "Oh, darling! Oh, Derek, please don't kill me! Please! I'll change. I'll do anything you say. Just don't kill me. I want to live. I love you. I want to be your wife." She broke off, sobbing.
There was still another car to come, and Derek cocked his head, listening until he was sure it had arrived. Then he ordered, "Turn sideways, Junie."
Blubbering, wanting to do anything to please him, Junie obeyed. She swung her body sideways so that her profile was clearly outlined. Her pear-shaped tits jutted out, firm and beautiful. There was no sag. Her nipples, which had been hard but a few minutes before, were now soft and flat.
Derek lifted his gun, took quick aim and fired. Both tits exploded in a mass of flesh and blood. Junie screamed. She shrieked. She looked down at herself and kept on shrieking.
Outside, there was a momentary hushed silence. Then there arose an excited babble of voices, a renewed pounding and banging on the door.
Derek stepped quickly to the foot of the cot. "Open up your legs," he grated. "Open them wide."
Junie obeyed, instinctively, involuntarily. She spread her legs, lifting up her knees so that her now cold and dry cunt was plainly revealed. Derek took one look at the twat that he had come to love, to worship, to adore. Then he lifted his gun and fired. A fountain of blood spurted out from between Junie's legs. She shrieked once, then lapsed into blessed unconsciousness.
The pounding on the door became a battering of shoulders. It would only be a moment before the intruders crashed into the office. There was one woman out there and three men. The men were powerfully built.
Derek lifted his gun and aimed it at a spot between Junie's beautiful green eyes.
"Good bye, my little one," he whispered. "I did love you. I loved you truly."
He pulled the trigger. An ugly hole appeared squarely between the girl's eyes. Her body jerked convulsively once before she died.
Derek moved swiftly now. The outside door had begun to splinter beneath the incessant battering. He crossed to the bar and switched the tape recorder to fast rewind. He waited until the tape had retraced itself to a point beyond the spot he had marked yesterday, then turned it on to "play."
He returned to the cot and stood above Junie's mangled body, looking down at it. Then, just as the outside office door, smashed inward, he raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. His body fell forward, sprawling itself across Junie's nude figure.
The four people rushed into the office. They looked around, then ran through the open door of the back room. They stopped, staring at the gruesome sight that met their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw. Horror and revulsion filled them. Tragedy. Dismay. Incredulity.
Betty Simms began to sob. "No," she moaned. "Oh, God, no!"
Then Betty stopped sobbing. The tape recorder had begun to play. The four people froze, became immobile. They listened. Stunned, shocked, incapable of moving, they heard the tape out, up to the moment when Derek had fired his final shot, killing himself, and then the machine became silent.
In the deathlike stillness that followed, three of them looked at Kellerman, Junie's husband. His face was ashen, his lips tight. After a moment he spoke. "She deserved it," he said. "She was nothing but a whore, a cunt. She had no thoughts for anyone but herself. She was the mother of my son, but I hated her. I'm glad she's dead. She was rotten to the core."
Suddenly Kellerman knelt beside the cot, kissed Junie on her cold lips, and began to cry.