We followed her to the bed. My clothes seemed to drop off me. The juices were flowing and I wanted to feel their bodies on me-spreading, searching, licking, sucking, reaching into mine.
"Lie between us, Candy," she said. "Naomi, taste her tits. That's right. Lick it. Now, suck it easy between your lips. Feel how firm it is? You haven't had both of them done at the same time before, have you, Sandy? We'll show you how wonderful that is."
Fran, her head almost touching mine, started working on Candy's other breast. I could feel the young girl's heart pounding and her belly trembling as I moved my hand down to her mound. She spread her legs and rose to my touch.
"Don't push your finger in too far," Fran murmured. "She's a virgin. Go down on her and look."
I did.
Chapter 1
There was a light, misty rain in the darkness of the street. A few gleams from some house windows and a distant lamppost weren't enough to reach the road or sidewalks.
So I know damn well they couldn't have seen my tits or the hair over my cunt-even if the rain coat was blowing open.
Don't leave me now, reader. You're the only friend I got. And you and I are going to get real cozy. Know what I mean?
But first, let me tell you what happened.
Everything was going along great-not only great-sensational! I was all over my nervous breakdown. Had a job. Had two lovers. (At least.) Money in my purse, credit cards, and almost everything a girl needs.
But that was the trouble. When things get too good you just go higher and higher and get to thinking you can fly. You step off and flap what turns out to be non-wings, and that old ground zooms up-SMACK!
We don't have to go into all this, reader honey, how things got over-good and why I stepped off. I'll save it for the shrink. Right now-why don't you get comfortable? Here, loosen some of this. I wish I could touch you. Well, never mind.
So I stepped off, right? Stepped off that little old cloud I was riding and oh! You think that? I swear I wasn't on a thing except Naomi juice. It's compounded in my own personal chemical plant, private stock.
WOW! Rrrrrrrrrr! Know what I mean?
That's what I was on: Naomi juice. It's legal. Or, come to think of it, they arrest you so it must be very illegal.
Honey, when you say the word we're going to make love. Right on this spot. Like that idea? Get ready then.
Don't be silly, I can't get you ready. I can't even touch you. Please don't think I'm so crazy I don't know I can't touch you. So start getting ready. I promise to help.
About the rain coat. It was raining, right? My other clothes were in the cleaners. And when everything starts to get magnificent who can be bothered remembering one little hole-in-the-wall dry cleaner from another, for god's sake? I put on this trench coat and buttoned it up to the chin. Remember that if they ask you.
Can I help it if it got hot? If I was so indecent why couldn't the fuzz describe the big mole on my stomach? Even the judge didn't have an answer to that one!
Getting ready for our diddle? If I could I'd trail my fingertips lightly across your chest and flick your nipples. That doesn't do anything? You sure? Then you trail your fingertips across my- chest. Lift my breast and flick my nipples. Boy! Are they waiting! They're swollen from wanting you. Maybe I shouldn't throw myself at you this way. But I can tell you don't really object (Never mind, I can tell.)
Well, I was sloshing along the dark, wet street. And it started getting hot. It was like a hot rain. You know how it does in Miami.
I heard a man's voice beside me.
"Lady, your tits are gonna get wet."
I looked into a bearded face close to mine. Long hair framed and shadowed intense eyes that traveled up and down the front of me. A voice from the other side:
"Guess it feels nice and cool on your nipples, huh?" A damp, misty shine came from a leather jacket. A couple of hairy, hippy types from god knows where had found me.
The streets were long, and they went into and across each other. They were all the same: concrete with bushes; houses with a few lights picking their way through the night mist. It wasn't so lonely with the voices.
"What do you want?"
"Whatever you want, lady." Right or left, I don't know which one answered. They looked and sounded the same. There was a dankness from them, not of the night air that hung about me. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going home. No, I'm looking for my car. I left it somewhere."
"What kind is it?"
"A green Ford, I guess. What difference? It's like new-with lots of gasoline."
"You seen a green Ford, man?"
"Not tonight."
"I must find it. It's nice and cozy in there for all sorts of things. I'm tired of walking now. I want to ride." That would be great. Just stretch my feet to the pedals and take off. A voice came back. It sounded warmer and closer.
"Lady wants to ride, man."
"But can't find her car to ride in."
"Don't need a car to ride, man."
"We better get off the street or well be picking up the fuzz."
Hell, that's right. Who wants to ride that way? You know as well as I do a cop wants it as much as anybody. I think the captain gives them some kind of a pill when they go on duty. It lasts till they take the badge off.
The lights of a car turned onto the street coming toward us. A hand closed the rain coat in front of me.
"Hold it like that, lady. Cover up. If it's the cops they'll only ask us a couple of questions but they'll take you in."
Right. They like to take me in, for some damn reason. They say, "Hey, there's Naomi. I think she wants a ride again," and off to the desk sergeant with the book and the questions.
"You been soliciting?"
"What do you wanta buy, sarge? A little loving comes free. Don't you know that?" What the hell else is everybody going to do with what they got? That's what they got it for. Right?"
One of the hip-boys shrugged his attention back to me. "No fuzz. Just a couple of old characters."
"We still better get the hell off the concrete," I heard the other one say. "Let's move over to those trees. It'll be dark and dry." He leaned his head forward to look right at me. "Okay with you?"
"Why not?"
They linked their arms through mine. There was almost no sound from our steps on the wet pine needles and only an occasional swish from the underbrush as we walked to the far side of a group of small pines.
It was very dark there and much drier. Quiet, too, except for the sound of a car now and then, but no lights penetrated to where we were. Heat went through me, knowing what we were going to do. I could almost smell the lust burning-through their pants, reaching for me.
"Take off the raincoat and lie on it. You'll be plenty warm in a minute."
I took the coat off and spread it on the ground, slowly. I wanted them to look at me, to get so hot they couldn't wait
"Just lie down on the coat. Like now."
It was wonderful waiting for it. I watched as they knelt-one on each side. Their beards, one fuller than the other, seemed to quiver in the dark. Shadows in shadows. And the black fire of passion burning in the night. That's what we were, three balls of fire.
They unbuckled their pants and pulled them down. I felt a hand on each tit-rubbing, squeezing, twirling the nipples and lifting them up. Other hands were on my thighs, spreading them apart and reaching inside me.
I lifted up to meet their groping and took a cock in each hand. They were smooth and hard reaching toward me. I could feel the wetness at the end of each one. They throbbed and danced in my hands and, underneath, four balls swelled and tightened, ready to skyrocket into the night.
"You sure like it, don't you, chick? Which one of us do you want first?" The voice from the right cock or the left? I talked to the cocks.
"I don't care. You can come into me first," I said to one and squeezed it. "Or you," and tightened my hand around the other. It answered.
"Man, I gotta do it. She's drivin' me up a wall. I just gotta fuck her now."
He threw his jacket aside and got on top of me, the wetness of his beard brushed across my face. I thought: that's what my hair is doing to his cock now. He pressed the tip of it between the lips and pushed it in. His breathing kept the rhythm of his humping it in. Little by little it filled up the hole in me.
"God, she's good, man. She knows how to pull on a prick."
Know? Of course I did. I always wanted to get it all in me-way in so I could feel it blow off deep in my belly. It spreads all through me like pumping new life into every nerve. Every nerve swells till it's raw and, lying naked to feel more, drips life right into you.
He was screwing me faster now, and the cock in my hand came closer to me until I could feel it press into my lips.
"Just take a taste, chick," it said, "just lick me till it's my turn."
I was wild with one at each end. If only they could keep surging and pumping like that. The night was bursting with straining cocks that loved me. I felt like screaming, but tried to be careful. Sometimes men don't like it when you scream too loud. Holding back the scream made me quiver.
A final gasping thrust shot hot semen deep into me. I could feel myself moving up to it for the full load. All of it-give me all of it. Don't leave me yet. I haven't come.
But the cock drew out, and my cunt closed around its wet trail.
"Don't worry, baby," the cock said. "There's more on the way."
One hot weight moved off me and another bore on. I reached down and grasped one as big and hard as the first. It slid all the way in, right up to its balls with no urging. My cunt circled its new, strong roundness sucking at the ridges of its length.
Hard now, cock, hard, please. Fuck me hard. Drain more into me. Blow the night into day.
Like the crackling of lightning on hot singing wires I exploded when this cock swelled and shot more of the juice into me. It slowed down and said,
"Man, we got a little nympho here. She just soaks it up. Ain't that right, baby? You love cock, don't ya?"
"Yes. More. Keep it coming in me."
"I got most of a hard-on again. I'm gonna give it to her. Work it up and down, baby, and it'll fuck you for sure."
The shadows and the weight changed and melted into one longing for still more. A wet, sticky prick searched its way into my mouth. Naomi juice tasted so good, I licked and sucked it all the way. The precious cock stiffened and trailed a path over my tits.
It's going to fuck my tits now.
It ground into them and the soft, furry balls pushed them up and down. Moving down to my open, waiting, begging cunt, the prick's head moved again into me. I could feel it harden more when the ridges of skin pushed back from its head.
"This one's gonna last longer, chick," it said. "Just let your cunt suck it in like before. Pull it off me."
I raised to it and tightened. I was full again. Another one urged itself into my mouth. Soft and warm and wet.
"I think maybe you missed some of mine, baby. Suck it all out."
I was swirling in the night and the stars came down through the mist. It was like being back on my cloud. And when the Roman candles went off inside me the screams came piercing from my throat. That's when the two hips had to hurry away, for some reason.
And I was alone. Warm and cozy. I got up and back into the rain coat.
So now we're back to what I'm telling you. Walking along minding my own business, letting the breeze fan my fanny and not indecently exposed. Exposed, yes; indecent, no.
Some people walking down the street with nothing but a rain coat flapping their buff would be indecent, nauseating even. That judge, for one. (But I probably shouldn't have mentioned that to him.)
To me, my nudity is anything but indecent. If you saw it you'd agree. Which reminds me-I wish you could.
Well, they closed in from both sides, the cowards, like they were snaring a rare bird. The fools should have tried salt on my tail.
"You'd better come with us, Ma'am."
It wasn't that easy, though. I led those two flat-feet a merry chase across lawns and through breeze ways; down and primrose path and over a sunken carport; up a trellis and ending in the middle of a chilly swimming pool. The two coppers were in hot pursuit, at least one of them was, as I later found out.
Surprising to what lengths those types will go to make a good showing down at the station house. Right into the pool they came and we had a round of splash and grab before they called time and I surrendered, as it were. One of them was not the good sport a citizen has the right to expect. He was the possibly cooler one, who muttered in the front seat.
"We oughta get hazard pay for this one."
This wafted to the back seat where I was testing the medals and the mettle of his more thermal partner.
Honey, I grabbed that cop by the fuzz.
And that's when I found out how thermal he was.
Chapter 2
"What you got, Harry?"
Oh, great! Old Yellow Teeth was on duty. I'd had him before.
"Indecent exposure, sarge. We found her wandering around the Glenwood section. She's drunk or something."
"Naomi again, huh? Well, little girl, if you can't keep your clothes on, looks like it's back to the state hospital for you."
"I want to make my phone call," I told him coldly. The whole caper was beginning to bore me.
"Soon as I book you, you can make your call."
Boy, did he feel big sitting there puffing out his uniform! Bet he never gave a thought to how it would be if I were the booker and he was the bookie. They never think of that. He moved his lips when he wrote.
"Na-o-mi Wilder. 25. Address: 2903 Forest Drive." He sure made hard work of writing down a few things. He exerted pressure on the pen and his face set in grim concentration.
"Live alone there?" Naturally I don't live alone. "How d'you spell that-T-A-Y-L-O-R?" He stole a look at my nudity framed by the rain coat. "D'you have a purse or any valuables on you?" Now that he mentioned it, what happened to my purse? The desk sergeant kept looking at me longer than necessary. Although who am I to say how long is necessary? For him a long look might be necessary.
"Want me to take it off, sergeant?" I dimpled at him.
He came to, then, and picked up the phone.
"Tessie, we've got a customer for you. Better bring some clothes." He hung up and pointed to a telephone on a desk. "You can make your calls now. You have two. Your bail is $95."
I dialed home. This was impossible! There was no answer. Where in hell was Bill?
Withdrawal from Naomi juice is really something. That's what was beginning to happen.
"No one answers."
"Try someone else."
There wasn't anyone else. You start getting soberer and soberer until you're so sober you can't stand it. I pulled my rain coat together and buttoned it all the way up.
I dialed Bill's number again. Why didn't he just is answer the phone and bring some clothes and $95 down and take me home-away from here? I loathe rude men. Those men were staring at me.
No answer!
I knew Tom's number well enough. But it wouldn't do any good. Tom doesn't like police stations and naked women and calls from females in trouble. Correction: naked women he likes, provided they're in his bed in the dark. Tom's really queer. He'll only make love in the dark.
The matron looked like she'd spent about twenty years in a pickle barrel. "You better put these on," she said acidly.
"I'm certainly not going to dress in front of these men," I said, returning acid for acid. Did she think I was crazy? "I have to try my number again. Nobody answers."
Her shriveled lips pinched together. "Try it one more time." But her eyes said there wouldn't be an answer this time either.
Bill, please be home! I dialed and counted the rings. Finally she took the receiver from me with a strong hand and replaced it in the cradle.
Soberer and soberer. Bill really let me down when I needed him, and that's why I demoted him from number one lover to number two lover. Let's see, that made Tom number three. Also, it leaves the number one spot vacant.
The big, barred central cell cast criss-cross shadows over the smaller cubicles with their bunks for two inmates. I went into number ten, the one against the wall at the end of the row. That's where the matron told me to sleep, number ten, lower bunk. Most of the cells had two girls in them. Some only one. There was no one else in mine. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the main block shared a little of its light with the smaller cells. Mine was full of corner shadows.
I flopped on the bunk on top of the thin coarse blanket. It was hot and the blue denim jail dress was covering enough. Funny how relaxed I felt lying there. Even that hard bed was good after the ground under the raincoat. I could feel some of the bumps and sore places on my back and bottom where I had lain pressed against the rough earth by the two hippies. What a soft bed I had given them in return! But the soreness was worth it. I wished the two of them were here now-all three of us on this bunk with those lovely, hard cocks ramming in and out. It would be better here where I could see as well as feel them.
It was like dreaming with my eyes open, only the dream was more real, more here and now, than the jail walls and bars. The hot beginning thrills of anticipation started moving through me until I felt my tits getting firmer and the nipples stiffen.
I loosened the buttons of the dress and ran my hand across my nipples. What would a man do now? I pretended it was a male hand feeling me, pushing my tits up, swelling the mounds until they felt twice as big and rolling the nipples between his fingers until they were hard little buttons of passion.
God, I needed it again. If I could only get them in my mouth! I raised my knees and when the skirt dropped back, reached down and felt the wetness between my cunt lips. The crinkly hair was getting sticky with the juice spread over it as I rubbed. Hell, wait till I get out of this place. I'll have three or four guys lined up and they can lick and fuck me all night and day. Always one'll be ready again when the others are through for awhile. A girl needs more than just one man to really give her the screwing she has to have.
I came back from the reality that would be, to the reality of now, when I heard a faint slapping sound of a bare foot on the concrete floor beside me. One of the women was standing there looking down at me and smiling. She bent close to my face.
"Something wrong, honey?" Her long brunette hair was carefully combed to her shoulders in a loose, flowing wave. I remembered seeing her sitting by herself earlier in the evening. She had smiled at me then, too. Her voice was almost a whisper.
"No. Why?" My own voice sounded low and husky with desire still throbbing in me.
"Thought I heard you moaning or something when I passed the cell. Sure you don't need some help?"
I wondered if she had seen me fingering myself. I guess I had moaned when I had felt my moist cunt.
"No, nothing. Just can't sleep in this lousy place. What I need just ain't here."
She sat beside me on the bed, still looking straight down into my eyes, straightened her back and shoulders so that her breasts were two full, round circles of flesh. Her nipples even showed through the coarseness of the dress. She probably wants a good lay as much as I do, I thought.
"I've been in these places more'n you have, I'm sure, and there's one thing I've found. Sometimes you can get what you need even though it may not be the same as on the outside. Could be just as good, though. If you don't take what you can in here you'll go out of your mind just wanting. Now, tell me what it is and maybe I can tell you whether it's here or if you have to wait for outside."
"I'll have to wait and I don't need you to tell me neither. It sure isn't in here." The top of my jail dress was still open, but my swollen tits were covered. It exposed just a long V-shape from my throat to the high belt line.
"Tell me." Her insistence was throaty, eager.
"I need a man. I'm hot and I want a man feeding into me. I need a stiff prick all over me. God damn, don't you understand that? Now, get the hell out of here-or bring what I want!"
"Like I said, honey, you take what you can and it might be even better."
"Okay, you get me into the men's section and I'll suck off every one of them." I laughed at the expression on her face-patience, hurt, understanding-desire.
"What could they do for you with all those bars between you?"
"I don't know, but we'd sure as hell figure out something." That, I thought vaguely, would be good for dreaming some night: how to have an orgasm with a man through half inch bars.
"What's your name?" she asked me very softly. "Mine's Fran."
"Naomi."
"Naomi." She sort of dragged it out or more like she was tasting it. Nay-oh-me. "It's as pretty as you are."
She put her warm hand on my chest and slowly, lightly moved it under the open dress until it covered my left tit. I'd made love with a woman a couple of times before. It had been good-different. I didn't say anything, just lowered my eyes to follow her hand. It gently pressed and massaged beneath the nipple before taking it between thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth.
"I'm no Lesbian," I said, but I didn't move to stop her. Her hand never stopped moving on me and I felt the familiar stirrings of passion only another's touch can start.
"I'm that-and more. Why not? I need sex-like you. I give and I get from men, too. I think they call it bi-sexual. At least, I've been called that, too. It can be just as good either way."
Getting no resistance from me, she spread the top of the dress, exposing both of my tits and feeling and kneading them with both hands-pressing them together and lifting so the nipples stood high over stretched aureoles.
She leaned over me and took one then the other between her lips. Her mouth, soft, warm and moist, made soft sucking sounds as she drew them in and out. Like pulling on a tiny cock, I thought. As they stiffened more, I reached them up to her. Her mouth was in no hurry-just tasting and savoring and getting me hotter by the minute. But I wanted her to keep on, to make it last, to get all the feeling my throbbing tits could take. She was expert at doing just that.
She drew away and rose.
"Just a minute, Naomi," she said, drawing the name out like she had before. Taking the light cover from the top bed she draped it over the end of the double bunk hiding us from anyone passing the open cell.
"We must be quiet, too. Everyone seems to be sacked out." She unbuttoned her dress and drew it from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist. Reaching up and beyond her back she unhooked her bra and took it off. I wondered if moving slowly as she did let her enjoy anticipation longer. I could see how it would. It was doing it to me.
Her tits in the half light were about the size of mine but the nipples were a little larger and darker. When she sat down again I couldn't help reaching for them. Their softness filled my hands and the current of her cat-like passion purred down my arms into my own.
Leaning over, she put her mouth against mine and darted her tongue between my lips and teeth in quick, light thrusts. Her tits were moving over mine, lightly now and then pressing in nipple to nipple. She moved up until they hung over my mouth.
"Suck them, Naomi. Put your hands around them and suck them in like a baby. Like that-like that. Harder now. Yes. It's wonderful like that."
She was quivering while I lost myself in the dazed excitement and worked my mouth, tongue and teeth over her moving flesh.
When she pulled away with the plopping sound of a nipple leaving my lips, I tried to bring it back, but now she was giving me my turn as she raised a tit and stretched it taut, licking hard, pushing it back behind her teeth. From one to the other she moved until I couldn't tell which one she had. They were both screaming with lust. I moved her head.
"I'll come if you don't stop now."
"Just relax for a minute, Naomi. We don't want that to happen yet. We want it to last-and last." She sat up again, pulled the dress from under her and tossed it to the upper bunk. Like me, she didn't wear panties. I slid my own dress down my thighs. She took it and reached to put it on top of hers.
She lay down beside me, the narrow mattress barely wide enough to hold us.
Pulling my buttocks toward her, she pressed her cunt hard against mine and rotated it against me. The coarse hair mingled and I could feel the lips moving over the clitoris. Her mouth was against my ear.
"We could come this way too, but we won't. Well just gentle-fuck for awhile with our tits and pussies together.
"I wish you had a cock coming out of it," I gasped, still enjoying to the full naked sex grinding into me. She threw herself on top of me. I dropped one foot to the floor to open myself wider. Her cunt was right against mine.
"Push it up to me. Higher. Feel it now? Move it. Like you screw a man. Like that."
Our sex oils were mingling and wetting down the hair covering the lips, opening now to make it easier for a prick to get in. But Fran knew how to tantalize the waiting nerves until they cried out in the ecstasy of it. Her own passion was coming from her in sharp, staccato breaths in my ear.
"Put something in me. For god's sake, fuck inside me. Your fingers, your hand, your whole arm-only open up my cunt."
She swung silently off me and twisted around until her open slit was in front of my face.
"You'll like my tongue as well as any prick," she murmured as her mouth was already on its way through the thick hair of my crotch. She spread it wide with a hand on each side, pushing the lips apart until her tongue could run from the top of the mound right back to my anus. She licked up and down, back and forth like a hungry cat after cream.
I followed her every move with my own tongue racing over the wet, pink shininess of her spread cunt. When more oozed from the opening I lapped it up eagerly and tried to thrust my tongue in for more. She was moaning into me now, and I pushed forward to her mouth as far as I could. She was doing the same to me.
The world was spinning faster and faster in a fever of hungry mouths eating delicate, nerve-loaded cunts. I muffled the scream of climax by pressing my face into her-burying my mouth, nose and chin deep, deep. She quivered like a wounded animal and the juice from deep inside her trickled down my throat.
I suctioned my mouth like a syphon and pulled the last bit of passion from the fluttering flower of her clitoris.
We lay calming for awhile. I listened, and there was nothing but the normal, every night sounds of sleep. Fran moved up and stroked my cheek and kissed me.
"Nobody does it better than you. You sure know how to make hot love, Naomi."
She reached for her dress and handed me mine. We put them on and she left with a smile over her shoulder.
The Naomi juice was quitting on me. I needed a fix badly, of my own essence. Did you ever think that if you run low on the essence of you, you start disappearing? It's no joke to feel yourself slipping away, I'll tell you. The worst part is nobody cares-or even worse than that-they don't believe you when you try to explain you're disappearing.
You listen to your screams tear the air and you try to reach someone. Only no one's there.
The time-honored way of getting attention is to cause trouble. You could end up punished, but that's better than being ignored. And any thing's better than disappearing right out from under yourself.
Shredding the mattress was real hard work, and I had to lie on the stuff to catch my breath. No one came around to notice, so I struck a match to it. That didn't get fast action either. It smoldered in a half-ass blaze. So then I got a flash of inspiration.
After stuffing my shoe in the toilet to plug it up I began flushing. After each flush I waited till the tank was all filled and ready for another plunge.
In no time we had a stream ankle deep. They came then! Shouting and carrying on. My fire had taken hold pretty well and gave everybody something to do for about fifteen minutes.
The creech. That was how that little adventure ended. A dungeon-like affair with grating in the upper half. They hand your food and so forth down from there. Honey, there are no facilities in that hole. You go over to the corner to a sand hole like a cat. For any serious evacuation you save your paper cup from breakfast. But if you're lucky you'll get constipated.
There's no entertainment in there and you don't wear clothes. No sharp edges. You're pretty well muffled in padding. There's nothing to look at in there but your own bare skin.
It's a good place to think, I guess. At first I was not in a thinking mood. I fell asleep from the exhaustion of it all. When I woke up, though, I was feeling better, and I could feel the Naomi juice bubbling up feebly, like bringing me back to life.
So I started fooling around with the sole recreational equipment-me!
Mmmmmmmh, yes. It's good to be reviving out of that cold nothingness I had been falling into.
My skin is silky satin soft and becomes all pink and rosy with a few light touches. I'll show you sometime. I'm blonde, you know. All over.
I passed my hand over my blonde belly-it rounds out like a girl's should. And over my curving blonde bottom. Hee hee hee hee! This is silly, isn't it? But I assure you I'm all blonde.
There was a gym teacher once who tried to convince a bunch of us gym-suited ones that a flat stomach is to be desired. Don't you believe it! I'm afraid I scuttled her campaign when I pointed out rather widely that she had a flat stomach and did anyone ever know her to have a date?
Mmmmmh, honey, that feels good! Notice how my breasts lift up and the nipples point? Pointing isn't nice. Oh, but my nipples crave to be caressed. Between your two lips would be the best
Rrrrrrr! This sets me on fire. You know what I need, don't you? Well, you, ideally. But I wouldn't want a place like this for you. Meantime if I had a pencil or a carrot or a hot dog or a douche nozzle or a banana or a sausage or a candle or a hand massager or a coke bottle or a flash light or a BASEBALL BAT or a DRUM MAJORETTE'S BATON or a totem pole------oooooooh!
My clitty is standing up opening its little mouth like a bird. Pink and tender, it wants squeezing. Ooooooo, that's so good!
My delicate vulva with its moist petals and blonde bush-it's pulsating like a big drum.
Hello up there looking through the grating. No, I don't want any lunch. I'm busy. Well, what are you staring at with your pants pointing? Not nice to point. What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a lady masturbating before?
I'll just slide my finger down this slick burning path and work it in-and out.
Oh honey-I can't stand it! I can't stand it. I'm COMING. Eeeeeeee-
They finally let me call Bill again. Was he surprised! He hadn't even been looking for me because he believed that note I left him that I was going to my mother's in Fort Lauderdale.
He came racing right down to the jail, of course. But they wouldn't let him see me. The hearing was the next morning, and he left word he would be there.
Then I had some boring visits from a couple of shrinks with their questions and pseudo understanding voices, impassive faces.
"Mr. Taylor, if you're willing to take the responsibility for this young woman I'll put her on probation." This is the judge speaking. "The psychiatrists' report indicate a borderline mental derangement, and frankly, I don't understand how they came up with 'borderline.' "
He shot me a frosty glance. 'Tor indecent exposure, young lady, I fine you $95. For tearing up the jail, an additional $150."
"Your honor," I said meekly, "I was exposed, but not indecent. If your honor walked down the street naked in a flapping rain coat, that would be indecent-"
Bill had my arm in a steel grip. "I will be responsible, your honor."
The judge's voice dripped icicles. "If you appear in this court again, Mrs. Wilder, I shall recommit you to the state hospital. You're free to go."
I wanted to say more, but Bill scooted me out. The juice was bubbling all through me now.
"You're not my number one lover any more, Bill."
He got that ill-used look on his face. "Why not?"
"Because you didn't answer the phone."
"Then who's number one?"
I had to think about that.
Chapter 3
There's a lot I'd like to know about you. Meanwhile I'll tell you about me.
My maiden name was Stumpf. That's where I get my German blonde hair and blue eyes. Wilder was my husband's name. We split up mostly because he just couldn't keep up with me, I guess. One of those guys who was always "too tired."
Not that he started out that way. At first Jack was a real ball of fire. You never saw such a happy man. "Naomi, pinch me. Pinch me, baby," he'd say. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."
We kept that old bed bouncing all through the night. Jesus, that was good!
Sometimes during the day I'd get so antsy I'd have to call him at the office and Jack would come tearing home. Those six months were heaven on earth until Jack started coming out with the "tired" bit. Then when he began losing weight the doctor recommended a vacation and a rest.
Jack made arrangements to take a month off from his job. This was all going to be deductible, you know. Doctor's orders!
Naturally the first thing I did was go down to the travel agency and get a lot of folders. I thought maybe we'd go over to the Bahamas and do some fishing. Started buying some darling fishing outfits, plus several costumes for the bedroom, knowing we'd have much more time to do what we loved best.
"Naomi, I'm afraid this isn't what Doctor Hanes had in mind."
I just kept packing the leopard pajamas and lace nightgowns till Jack closed the suit case and turned me toward him. He spoke right at me.
"This vacation is for me, Naomi, away from you. The honeymoon is over."
I felt like someone had pulled out my stopper.
"But Jack, what'll I do without you?"
He sort of stared at his shoes, and I noticed he looked hollow-cheeked.
"Maybe you can find someone."
Did he mean we were through?" I couldn't believe it. "I can't keep up with you and I admit it.
"Please, Jack!" I slid to the floor clutching his leg like a wild woman. "Please don't leave me. I'll get you some vitamins. I'll work on it and keep it stiff. You know I can do it." Every time he stepped in our door I unzipped him. He knew that. "You know I can keep it stiff."
"I know," he said, and untangled his leg away from my grasp.
I managed to grab his cock and balls and I swear he had a hard-on when he fled, yelling, "Sorry, Naomi. I have to think about survival."
It was easy and pleasant living in Bill's place. The house had three bedrooms, two baths, and, best of all, a large living room separated from the kitchen by a bar. I had the run of the place. Bill paid the tab and did what I wanted. And he liked parties-my land. While I kept everything swinging he watched and encouraged us to all sorts of pleasures. A party could last two hours-or ten.
This morning he had told me he would line one up for tonight "to get the miserable feeling of the jail out of my system." Sounded great, and it might make him feel better, too, after my telling him that he was no longer my number one lover. Number one? Hah! When it came to sex, the meat of life, he was never more than a good stand-by.
Bill was an engineer at one of the computer companies, and, from what I'd heard, just as efficient and predictable as the machines. Even at forty he moved too slowly. There was a short, rotund deliberateness about him that made me certain he planned and timed everything he did.
Even sex: one hundred seconds to work up a hard-on; three minutes for sucking my tits and playing with my pussy; ten seconds to ease his prick into me; forty-five seconds of just plain fucking. That's the way it went. He got his real kicks from watching.
A bona-fide voyeur who saw other men's cocks as his own, and women as their objects for all kinds of variations. The sweat of lust on their bodies, the glazed, rolling eyes, the moans, gasps and yells of hurting, hot, flesh-tearing passion. And I liked it. I liked his watching another man riding me. It meant I was bringing two pricks into pouring their come at me.
Bill's only concession to vanity was his mustache, a full, nicely combed, almost walrus type that pointed in either direction from his mouth. It didn't do a damn thing for anyone but Bill. Shaving it off was the one thing he wouldn't do for me. Even when, on the infrequent occasions I pulled his head between my thighs and pushed my cunt to his mouth, I had enough hair for him to get through without him adding more. Besides, I couldn't feel his lips and tongue running between the labia as well.
At six-fifteen he pulled into the driveway. Taking a bag of something from the seat of the car, he came into the living room and headed for the bottle rack at the bar. He added a few bottles to the good stock he already had.
"Hiya, honey," he beamed, "how'd the day go for you?"
"Okay. Nice and quiet with the damn birds singing in those trees out front. I think I saw one of them trying to screw another."
"I doubt that. It's not that time of year."
That truly shocked me. "You mean they only do it at certain times of the year?"
I think so."
"Man, if that isn't strictly for the birds!"
Bill just smiled and leisurely opened a bottle. "Little drink to the day-and night?"
I nodded. He poured two short ones and squirted in some mix.
"What about the party?"
"All set. Made a few calls. Tom's coming over. Mary from the office and her boy friend Frank and Tom's friends Virgie and Ralph Rinker. People you know."
"Yeah, great. The last two haven't been to one of our parties before, though."
"No. They've only been married about two months, but they met at a party like ours and neither wants to give it up."
The glands in me started working. Their juices would have me soaked long before the party started.
"What time are they coming over, Bill?"
"About seven." Thank god he hadn't made it eight o'clock. I reached over to where he sat on the barstool and felt his cock under his trousers. It was lying limp as I knew it would be.
"We'll take care of that"
"It'll be a good party." He smiled and finished his drink.
It was just about seven when Tom arrived with Virgie and Ralph.
"The others should be here in a few minutes," Bill said. "I'll mix you a drink. You know Naomi." They smiled at me and nodded.
"Yes," I nodded, "we met over at Tom's."
Virgie was petite and auburn haired. Full breasts bulged deliciously under a casual but tight nylon jersey. Her mini-skirt slid almost to the top of her thighs when she eased onto a stool.
Ralph's blue eyes were already undressing me. I helped him by putting one foot on the highest rung of the seat and raising my arms to straighten my hair. His nostrils flared a little, and I know damn well his cock did, too. He was about medium size and trim as an athlete who hadn't exercised in the last year or two.
Tom, like Bill, was just watching and making some half-assed small talk over his drink.
Mary and Frank came bouncing in with the flushed looks brought on by hot genitals that know they're going to get what they want.
We went to the living room and Bill, sitting in an easy chair, looked around at us.
"Here's the way it goes. In a minute well all go in the large bedroom, my room, and undress down to the buff. Nothing else-no touching-no grabbing-yet. Well come back in here and each of us in turn will tell the others what he or she wants and how it's to be done. We'll try to bring one to a climax at a time even though more than the principal may be involved..
"After that, it's wide open. So get off your clothes and start thinking what you want done."
In his own secret little sex-mind Bill had more than likely been planning and visualizing this most of the day. He would like watching that better than just a general gang-bang. I wasn't so sure the rest of us could hold to a schedule like that.
"By the way," Bill added, as we walked to his bedroom. "Let's take turns in alphabetical order of first names or nicknames."
We didn't say anything, each of us too engrossed with the flaming idea of getting it just about any way we wanted. We'd all been through group undressing before, so nobody hesitated. We got everything off fast and went back to the living room.
I had four cocks to look at now and four sets of balls and four men screwing me with their eyes.
"I guess I'm first. As most of you know, and I make no apology for it, I'm a voyeur-I like to watch others working off their passions. It excites me just as much as whatever you like does you. So I'll watch and maybe ask you to do something that will excite me. When I get ready I'd like to ask the only girl here who hasn't, to suck me- Virgie."
Virgie looked at Bill's still mostly limp cock and then at Ralph. He nodded and grinned at her.
Frank was next. His rod was already up and throbbing against his belly.
"I want to fuck Naomi over her back while Mary fingers my ass."
I couldn't hold back a squeal of delight and, sitting opposite him, I spread my legs so he could see better what he would get into.
Bill nodded at Mary.
"I want Ralph to lick me while Tom sucks my breasts." Ralph looked especially eager and rolled his tongue over his lips.
"Let's see," Bill said, looking directly at me. "That brings us to Naomi."
I could think of a hundred ways I wanted it, all of them whirling in the cataclysm of my mind at the same time. I had to pick just one right now. Frank would be on me soon.
"I want all three pricks in me. Ralph in front, Tom in the back-with vasoline-and Frank, who will already have had me, in my mouth. It'll work him up again."
There was a moment of silence and Bill applauded appreciatively. That would really give him something to watch.
Ralph, impatient to get going, said, "I'll pass this round. I'll be busy with Mary and Naomi."
"Tom?" Bill asked.
"I want Virgie. But I like it in the dark or practically no light. Nothing but feeling. And I've never put it in a shaven cunt before. I want Mary or Naomi to lick it clean afterwards. I don't want to know which one."
Virgie uncrossed her legs.
"I like it without the hair. It's more sensitive and I can feel a man's balls and his hair rubbing me better."
Sure enough the lips, open slightly, were bare and pulsing. Her moisture showed around them and reflected the light without the hair to hide it.
"That leaves you, Virgie," Bill prompted again.
"I want Frank over my back while Ralph lies underneath us and watches."
Bill reached to the small end table beside his chair and pushed a button. The room lights lowered to that of just a yellow-orange glow from a floor lamp and a red-hued one on a table by the couch. Everything could be seen clearly, but the light seemed to shine from our skin and glow.
"Frank," murmured Bill, his cock lying half awake on his thigh, "wants Naomi and Mary."
The three of us rose and went to the center of the room on the thick carpet. The other four watched us intently.
Frank's heavy cock was oozing a growing pearl of lubricating fluid as Mary and I came toward him. He moved his hands over my tits and then Mary's, pulling and playing with our nipples. Moving down, he put a finger in each cunt.
"Hold my cock, Naomi. Mary, rub my balls."
That was part of the game-to do what the principal participant wanted.
I grabbed his powerful cock and it dripped a little more while Mary gathered his nuts in her hand and rolled them around with her fingers. We were breathing our lust at each other, aching deep in our bellies for release from swollen ovaries and testicles.
Frank ran his hand around to my rump and eased a finger into my anus. I tightened with a gasp and then relaxed to make it easier.
"You put your finger into Mary's ass, Naomi. Mary, you go up mine. Keep playing with my cock and my nuts."
I slid my middle finger between Mary's buttocks and felt the little, tight rosette of the opening. It resisted. I pushed harder against the sphincter and it let me in. Mary's breath caught in her throat. We continued caressing, pulling and squeezing his cock and balls. It was burning hot. I could feel Mary's cunt throbbing against my finger. God, I thought, well all come right here if we don't stop.
"Get on your hands and knees, Naomi," Frank rasped from his chest.
At last-at last I'd get that big, dripping prick in me. I knelt on the floor and was aware of the others watching, their eyes glistening and mouths sucking in small breaths.
Frank came over my back, unable to wait much longer. He shoved his cock into me all the way and then tried to twist it in even farther. It was pushing hard against my womb and spreading my vagina until I thought I was splitting. But it was ecstasy. That palpitating cock started moving in and out of me. The blood in my head pounded in rhythm with it. I heard him grunt to Mary.
"Finger-fuck me fast-all the way in."
She was straddling his back, working her hand furiously in tempo with his deep thrusts into me.
I could hold back no longer. Exploding inside, I yelled, "I'm coming-ram it in-" He pushed it so hard I had to creep forward to keep upright on trembling arms and thighs. His load of semen shot high into me. I tried to tighten my cunt to pull more of it out-"AH-uuuuh-ah-uh-ahhhhhh ..."
He slowly pulled his soaked cock out of me and helped me stagger to my feet. Mary's eyes were wild.
"I've got to have it" she kept muttering, "I've got to be fucked!"
Bill, his cock almost full-swollen now, sat spread-legged in the chair. He smiled at Mary.
"You mean sucked, Mary. That's what you wanted. It's your turn now."
"Ralph and Tom came toward her. She quickly grasped a cock in each hand.
"Turn this way so we can see," Bill told them. They shifted slightly so we had a direct view of Ralph's turgid rod sticking straight out from him and Tom's about three-quarters of the way up.
Mary's hand worked on each. After riding Frank's back while he screwed me, she was frantic with passion. Dropping to her knees, she brought the two men closer together and holding their members high, avidly licked one set of balls and then the other. Her head, bobbing back and forth, started mouthing their cocks with wet, sucking sounds. Ralph looked ready to boil over when Mary stood up, panting.
"Tom, get down and lick my pussy dry for Ralph." She put her hand behind Ralph's head and pulled it down. "Suck my tits."
She stood with legs apart while Tom sat between them and, with eyes closed, licked her pubic hair and into her slit. Ralph drew one nipple then the other into his mouth. She still held his cock with the other hand on Tom's head. She quivered like a bitch in heat.
I glanced at Frank. He was watching his girl friend under the mouths of the two men and thrilling with her responses. His prick was still down but swelling for me next. I watched it twitching. For me.
Mary threw herself on the floor. Ralph put his hands under her thighs until he could spread her open for his mouth. He put his tongue out as far as he could and ran it down to her anus. She lifted up to him when he paused to separate her wider. His tongue worked feverishly at both openings. Tom was molding her breasts with both hands and suctioning the nipples back into his mouth.
"Suck me harder-harder. Suck me dry."
Ralph's lips encircled her clitoris with tight lips and drew it to his tongue.
She screamed as both men held her twisting body firmly to the floor until the scream changed to soft moaning.
"So good. It was so good with two mouths."
Bill's prick was now standing almost straight up from his balls. "Now-Naomi, who wants all three stallions. Virgie, you'll find some vaseline in the medicine chest in the bathroom just off the hall."
Virgie rose weak-kneed. She had just watched her new husband suck off one woman with another waiting for him to fuck her.
I got up from the couch and walked over to a low, comfortable chair. All three men came to do my bidding. Virgie came back with the vaseline and handed it to me. I smiled at Tom and passed it to him.
Bill called Virgie to him. "Sit on the floor between my legs. I think my turn is coming up with this one." He twisted sideways in his chair. "Hold my cock in your mouth while we watch." Virgie, who hadn't had one yet, went down on him with a sigh of pleasure.
"Don't blow it yet. Just keep it hot in your mouth. My nuts are full of juice for you."
I stood up vaguely trying to remember the last time I'd had three pricks in me at the same time.
"Sit in the chair, Tom. Put some vaseline in me and some on your cock." I turned my back and bent my hips toward him. He put a glob of the jelly on my anus and pushed it in and spread some on the rosy head of his prick.
"Put it all the way in-easy." I lowered my bottom and felt him enter me. Smooth and easy-and deep. His eyes were closed all the time.
Ralph and Frank stood in front of me. Frank was ready again and Ralph hadn't come at all yet. I took their rods in my hands and pulled them toward me.
"Ralph, kneel down and put yours into my cunt." Tom and I slid farther down in the chair to make it easier. He got it all in with a series of short strokes that drove me wild.
"God, Naomi, I can feel Tom's underneath it. Like nothing I ever had before. It'll flood you with semen when we both come. And, if you suck off Frank-"
"I don't want Tom to come. I just want to feel his prick in my ass while you fuck me. But, don't start yet." I turned to Frank. "Stand beside me."
I took his pecker in my hand and pushed the skin back almost to his balls. I grasped them and felt them moving.
"Put it in my mouth." He did, and the hot thrills started as though I'd never had it before. The terrific electric pulsating of all three cocks in me-every opening filled-drove me wild.
I started sucking on Frank with a ravenous hunger while he rubbed my tits. I pulled at Ralph with my free hand to start fucking. His motion was slow at first. He was going in and out of a cunt pressed tight by Tom's pecker solidly in my ass.
Tom moaned, "I can feel you being fucked, Naomi. I can feel his hard cock going in and out. Even the head of it going up and down and swelling."
Ralph started moving faster. He was in the throes of wanting nothing but to shoot it into me.
I wanted to thrash in agonized delirium, but the three pricks held me firmly down like spikes of lust bleeding every nerve in me.
"I've gotta come in you, baby. I can't wait any longer."
Ralph was tearing my tightened cunt apart. I felt him shoot off and my own juices mix with it. My spasms half sucked and half jerked Frank's hot semen into my mouth. It hit my tongue and went down my throat like nectar. While Ralph was still draining into my cunt, I pressed the last drop out of Frank's prick onto my lips. Ralph and Frank withdrew, and I shakily sat up on Tom.
"Take it out easy and save your load for Virgie. Shell really need it by now."
"Naomi, they never made anything, human or otherwise, for sex, like you."
I was filled now, but I knew that when I'd digested all the maleness in me, I'd want more.
Ralph had already pleaded off his turn.
Virgie had been given the go-ahead by Bill, and had one of his balls in her mouth while her fingers were moving the skin back and forth over the end of his now stiff rod.
"I forgot," he said, "wait till you're through with Tom, then come back and suck me."
Tom reached down and took her by the hand into the darkened bedroom.
We listened to the slight sounds of screwing until Virgie's animal-like squeals and Tom's groans told us he had come.
Mary and I looked at each other. She went into the bedroom to lick his cock dry as he wanted.
Virgie came out. "I didn't come. I held back for my turn now."
She took Frank by the hand to the center of the room.
"Baby," he said, "I just can't work it up again so fast."
She looked not too disappointed, and glanced around the room. Bill had the only real hard-on left. He smiled and rose to meet her.
"It's you and me, Virgie, screwing while Ralph lies right under your cunt and watches my prick go in and out of his little bride's bare cunt." Virgie was already on her knees. Ralph slid down between her hands on the floor. We could watch Bill's hard prick go into her, his balls pressed against her clitoris directly above Ralph's eyes. She was dripping some of Tom's semen down her thighs.
It was one of those parties that you never forget and never stop talking about. I'll bet eighty-seven years from now well be saying:
"Remember that party at Bill's when Frank fucked Naomi while Mary fingered his ass and Ralph and Tom licked Mary and Naomi was triple-fucked and-will we ever forget?"
Chapter 4
Honey, that's the day you should've seen me. The day my boss was going to be in town to work with me. I was just right: not too happy, not too sad. That sounds crazy, doesn't it, too happy? But sometimes I get almost too happy, and then I feel in danger. I say to myself, "Naomi, sadden up."
No one ever told me a way to sadden up, though, and I usually keep getting happier and happier till it becomes-like painful. Then the bubble bursts and here comes that hard, cold ground up to my face-WHAM!
Mac had called the night before and said he was visiting my territory. He wanted to pick me up at home, but "home" was Bill's, and the less the company knew about my living arrangements, the better.
Maybe I better tell you what I was selling. You know those calendars you get from the dairy at Christmastime? And desk calendars, ballpoint pens, key chains, ash trays and the like? I sell those to dairies, banks, insurance companies and anyone else I can get to sign an order.
Black and Lees don't know anything about my history in the hospital. Bill covered for me and said I'd been working for him.
Mac was waiting for me at the White Flamingo where we were to have lunch. I was all turned out in a white knit suit. A bit warm going from air conditioned car to air conditioned restaurant, but well worth a touch of suffering.
"Like a martini before lunch?" Mac offered.
"Thanks anyway. I manufacture my own intoxicants internally."
Mac laughed. "Sounds illegal." But he added seriously, "I wish my other salesmen were like you, Naomi. I'm beginning to see a bright future for you in this business."
That made me feel good, and we settled down to a pleasant lunch.
You'd like Mac. One hell of a nice guy. About forty, grayish at the temples and baby blue eyes. He gets an override on my sales. But he isn't at all like those money-grubbing types with dollar signs for eye balls. Very human.
"So tell me what's new with you since my last trip?"
"Well, I spent two nights and a day in jail-"
Mac began laughing wildly. "Naomi, I like you better and better. You do have a great sense of humor." He wiped his eyes. "So what were you arrested for?"
"I was running around without my clothes and-"
That set him off again, laughing harder than before.
I continued eating my good lunch, and Mac calmed down.
"No, seriously," he said, "I have something to talk over with you." He pulled a sheaf of papers from the brief case at his foot. "I got the results back from those aptitude tests you took. And don't worry, you're hired anyway."
"Why-were they bad?" Tests were always bad news for me. I usually did not fit their categories, nor did I often care for the multiple choices they offered. "None of the above" was my favorite answer. And I like write-ins, which offend the computer, Bill tried to explain to me.
"No, no, no. Not bad at all," Mac hastened to assure. He laid one hand on mine and smiled with innocent blue eyes. "For example, on the intelligence test you rated very high."
"But that doesn't count, right?"
"Well, it doesn't count as much as the personality and common sense tests." Figures. "They sent the common sense test back to give you another try. They think you might have had the paper at the wrong angle and possibly each answer you gave went with the preceding question."
I studied the test. "You mean if every answer were moved up a line it would come out all right?"
"That's right. So you can take this one over."
"Oh, sure," I agreed. "I can fix that one easy."
"Now about this personality test." He patted my hand. "They're not too bright at the home office." He scanned the report. "They say here: subject shows marked signs of a manic-depressive condition-uh-and on down here-outgoing, friendly, generous, generous to a fault, optimistic, pessimistic, with extremely strong erotic tendencies-see how they spell at the home office?-erotic tendencies. Of course they mean erratic. I wouldn't worry about that. I knew someone once who was erratic-"
That report had a rather subduing effect on me.
"Now don't you pay any attention to this stuff. You're doing fine. You haven't sent in any orders for several days, but, as you say," he gasped out a laugh, "you've been in jail. Anyway, we're going out today and close a big sale. And I have some exciting prospects to talk over with you. So don't worry." He squeezed my hand. "I'd watch that manic-depressive streak if I were you. Well!
"Ready to go out there on the firing line?"
Mac cheered me up in a hurry. I seemed to cheer him up, too. He kept laughing at things I said.
"Have you had any luck with that advertising manager of the bank?"
"Yes! I have! We had a terrific night in a motel." Laugh laugh laugh.
(Gasping.) "But did you get the order?"
"No, I forgot all about the order." Laugh laugh laugh.
"Naomi, you - are - funny."
We called on a big insurance account that bought every year. Mac said it was a sure sale.
"How are you, Mr. Madison." Mac gave a hearty handshake to a frosty-looking gent who stood up behind his enormous desk. "First, Mr. Madison, I'd like you to meet our new representative in this area, Naomi Wilder. Naomi, Madison Associates are one of our cherished customers. So I want you to take good care of him."
"I certainly will," I said deep in my throat, and gave Mr. Madison a big wink. He toppled down into his chair and Mac opened up his dazzling kit of new desk calendars for this year.
Mac gave a good presentation and I was very attentive because I'm anxious to learn. I thought Mr. Madison's attention wandered, but maybe that's my imagination. The main thing is he signed the order.
"Here's Mrs. Wilder's card with her phone number, Mr. Madison. She'd be happy if you call her anytime you need anything.''
"That's right," I said, and gave him another big wink.
As we left I heard Mr. Madison tell his secretary he was taking the rest of the day off.
"See how easy that was?" Mac was ebullient, the way a salesman is with a big signed order in his brief case. "You've got a bright future in this business, Naomi."
Mac drove me back to my car parked on Biscayne. None of the samples had been taken from it while it was mislaid. Bill had found it standing quietly in the Glenwood section where I'd left it that night I had felt like walking in the rain.
"It's too bad you're a new salesman with us, Naomi. Our big convention is in Chicago this year, and if you'd been with the company longer they'd send you up there. It's a good way to learn. But they don't see it my way that the newer people need that kind of training."
I didn't even know I wanted to go to Chicago until Mac told me I couldn't. "When is the convention?"
"November. That's only two months away. Afraid you can't make it this year, but next year, I promise you'll go."
I sat in Mac's car and got all fired up listening to him telling me how to succeed.
"Think big, Naomi. Don't let yourself bog down in petty thoughts." He handed me a book: HOW TO BECOME A STAR SALESMAN. "Naomi, if you follow the rules in this book you'll be a big-time salesman."
I turned some pages and saw black letters: BE ENTHUSIASTIC.
"Can you really make yourself enthusiastic?" I asked him.
"Of course you can. For example, thinking about Mr. Madison should make you enthusiastic."
I thought about Mr. Madison. I tried to feel enthusiastic. "As I remember, he wasn't very sexy," I said doubtfully.
From that day my happiness started getting out of hand. I mean I started Thinking Big. And I got not only enthusiastic, but positively vibrating with excitement. It wasn't so bad at first. But by the time I reached Chapter Two of HOW TO BECOME A STAR SALESMAN my agitation hummed like a 5000 cycle tone.
Something else was involved in my ferment, something that will surprise you because it's about you, reader. Please don't say no. I've decided who my number one lover is going to be. You don't mind, do you?
I know, you're saying I couldn't possibly know anything about you. But that doesn't matter. I love you, and that's that.
I love those tired eyes and sexy wrinkles on your face. They make you look dissipated. That bushy gray hair! All right. I tell you I go ape over a bald head. When I see one I have to restrain myself from clutching it to my breast. I get this weird feeling that I'm about to do something exotic like suck that smooth, round, shining, polished, skin-covered ball, plot, into my vagina.
Don't worry, I won't. I'll never do anything you don't want. You'll tell me all the things you've ever wanted to do and well do them. Every one of them. Because I love you I love you I love you.
Chapter 5
I picked up the receiver, mumbled "wrong number," and hung up. I had heard Bill leave, the house was quiet and I had gone back to sleep. It would have to be a wrong number for the phone to ring at a quarter to nine. I wasn't going to work until later and there was an appointment this evening for a possible calendar sale.
After a minute the phone rang again, its jangling blurring the start of a soft, warm dream.
"It's Tom, not a wrong number," he said very quickly in case I might hang up again. "I think I've got a touch of virus or something. How about coming over and well fix brunch. I called the office and I'm taking the day off."
"Why did you call me this time of morning? I'm going to work about noon or so. One morning to sleep and the damn phone rings." I was talking more to myself than Tom, but his idea did sound like a good one, at that.
"Okay, I'll be there in an hour."
"I'll be waiting." He hung up.
I went to the bathroom, turned the shower on and stepped in. The feel of the warm jets of water tingling my skin brought me wide awake and eager to see Tom even for a short time.
Tom had a large one-bedroom condominium apartment, ideal for a perennial bachelor who didn't believe in running around looking for sex. Tom was practical. If you just waited, it would come to you like death and taxes.
"Got the bug?" He didn't look like he had a cold or anything similar.
"Well, to tell the truth, it's off tax season, and not too much to do right now at the office so I decided to just take the day off. I don't get much chance to see you alone. When I'm free after work and weekends, so is Bill."
"You mean you wanted me to come over for a morning lay, right?"
"Well, yes. I was dreaming about you last night."
"Why did you have to use the old bromide about the virus or something? That wouldn't bring me as fast as what you really wanted. You know that."
"Because I was trying to appeal to your goddam sweet, tender, loving, concerned, motherly nature, that's why, instead of calling and asking if you wanted to start the day off by screwing. Besides, I didn't want to drive over to Bill's. I wanted you to come here."
He paused and just looked at me. "What are you twinkling about?"
"I think it's funny. All you proved was that I'm concerned about keeping you a healthy occasional stud."
"That's good enough. It's about as close as well get to what the soft-headed romantics call love. Want some coffee or a drink?"
"Coffee's fine."
"It's all perked." He went into the kitchen and brought back two steaming cups.
It was the first time he'd ever mentioned bouncing around in bed in the daylight. Night and an almost jet black room was his thing. I never could figure out why. I was really curious about it.
"It's bright and sunny in here. How come you want it now?"
"Not in the bedroom it isn't. I've made some changes. Take a look."
I opened the door and looked in the room. It took a minute for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark interior. I pressed the wall light switch and a dull, yellow glow came from the lamp on his night table. He'd had the walls repainted what seemed to be a dark gray. A deep red covering enclosed the over-sized bed. Heavy, green double drapes hung over the single window. I walked back to the living room.
"Nope. You haven't changed. Thought for a minute you might want to see what you were doing."
He smiled and shrugged. "That won't change. You know me. It's one thing to walk around stripped like at the party the other night. I can get a hard-on that way but the actual screwing feels a hell of a lot better in the dark. I can feel a woman giving and responding more than in the light, eyeball to eyeball. It's my way and I like it. Mind?"
I shook my head. Mind? Man, I like it any way you could name except the ways that damn near kill you, literally, with pain not pleasure.
"Why do you want it now?" I teased. "If you were dreaming about me last night why didn't you just jerk off?"
"Because I was hoping you'd come over and that would be worth waiting for. I've been lying most of the night with a stiff cock and my balls ache."
I was getting an ache by now, too, in the pit of my belly. I kicked my shoes off and slowly twisted out of my dress.
"Take your clothes off here and let me see how much it wants."
"Let's go in the bedroom. There's enough light to undress by. Then we can turn it off."
"Well go in there, but we'll go naked. I want to see it first."
He got out of his clothes and stood stripped before me. The blood was welling into his prick making it rise, throbbingly, darkening the head. A drop of clear fluid came from the tiny opening, swelled and ran into the foreskin smoothed tight beneath it. I leaned toward him and licked it off. Another one started. His eyes were closed.
I slipped out of my panties and stood with my back against him.
"Unhook the bra." His cock was pressing its heat into the small of my back and I felt his balls brushing the top of my buttocks. He lowered the bra and my tits tumbled into his hands. He followed their rise-over, around and under, pulling the nipples straight out from me, pressing them back together until the cleft was a tight slit between two soft mounds. Arching my back I pressed hard against his cock. His breathing was deep in his chest like the tempo set for the rhythm of lust.
I broke away and sat on the arm of the couch.
"Rub your prick into me. Fuck my tits."
He rubbed it hard against them, sending its heat through my nipples down to my vagina, its wet tip leaving little wet trails running down to the mound.
"Let's go in the bedroom-now." His words gulped out in a breath.
I wanted it now as much as he. We went to the bed.
"Kneel," he said, turning my back to him. "And spread your legs." When I did his tongue went immediately to my cunt, laid open between his hands. I raised and pushed it back to him. His tongue and mouth searched out every nerve, teasing the delicate flesh to a frenzy.
"Put your cock in me. It's ready for all of it. Fuck me-please-please."
Instead, his grip tightened around my thighs and his mouth worked harder, front to back, until, locking on my clitoris, he sucked and ran his tongue over the hard, little point. I stifled a scream into the darkness as the beat-beat-beat inside me spread into the rushing sound of climax.
Tom never stopped until I pulled away a little from the roughness of his tongue on strained flesh.
He stood up quickly and, while the blur of coming was still pulsing through my head, put the end of his oozing cock against my anus and pushed it in.
I yelled again from both hurt and momentary shock.
"No-no. Put in my cunt or-I'll suck it, but not there!"
"Why not? That's what I've been dreaming about since the party. I damn near came then." His hands were hard on my hips. He eased into me, steady, insistently. "If you can take two side by side, you can take one. Since it's been in there before, I've been going crazy wanting the tightness of your ass around it."
I could feel it sinking deep inside me. With a final thrust, he had it all the way and held it there. The pain changed to a slight hurting until he started moving it slowly. It seemed to move my intestines with it. But there was a different pleasure starting, tantalizing, sensitive, opening my entire rear to the onslaught of driving male sex.
Tom started screwing harder and faster and his cock was moist by now, making his thrusts easier to bear. He felt me relaxing and even bending back to meet him.
"That's it, baby. Open up to my prick. God, it feels good in your ass. You like it, don't you?"
"Yes," I murmured. It was feeling damn good. My vagina was opening and closing with it and between the two canals passion was flaring through me again. There was no real pain now, just a hurting that added to the encompassing pleasure of unlimited sex.
"I'm going to come," Tom muttered. "I'm going to shoot it all the way back to your stomach."
"Wait-wait. I'll come again. Slow it."
"Can't. Your ass is grabbing me too tight."
He reached down in front of me and started rubbing my clit.
"Yes-do that. Ream me with your cock and rub my cunt."
He was driving wildly into me, his fingers working madly. His cock exploded and his semen ran into my intestines, flowing back and forth like oil. My vagina seemed to reach for it and came in its own emptiness. I was drained and filled.
Tom withdrew easily. I rolled on my side on the bed. He lay down beside me and put his hand on my bottom.
"It was even better than the dream."
I closed my eyes. I just wanted to rest awhile. Tom went to the living room and brought back our clothes. He switched on the lamp.
"Still going to work?"
"Yeah. I promised them I'd be in for a lunch meeting. I better get shaped up."
After I had come out of the bathroom and dressed I was fixing my hair at the mirror when we heard the door chimes.
"Who the hell could that be?" Tom muttered. "Nobody knows you're here and the office thinks I'm out with a cold. Let's go in the other room. Say you just dropped in for coffee-unless it's one of the gang."
He went to the door and opened it. "Charlie!" he cried, "I didn't expect you till tonight or tomorrow. Come on in."
I couldn't see anyone-not until Tom stepped aside to close the door.
Charlie was a midget, the best-looking midget I'd ever seen. You'd never be fooled into thinking he was a kid, even at first glance. A man, well proportioned and groomed, the confident motion and presence of a man accustomed to the world. And not even three feet high.
"Charlie, when did you get in?"
"About an hour ago." His voice was tinny like a child's but with unchildlike precise enunciation. "I got through up north and just decided not to wait but to come on down."
"Man, it's sure good to see you." Tom turned to me. "Charlie Reed, an old friend from the University. We were in most of the same classes in Business Administration. One difference between us- he's a genius. This is Naomi Wilder."
"How do you do." He smiled. I reached my hand to him and he took it in a warm grasp, or what would have been a grasp had his fingers been able to encircle my palm.
"No," he said. "The difference is, Miss Wilder, that Tom's working and I'm not."
"That's why I wrote you," Tom answered. "There's an opening in my office. Boy! Can we use your talents. Had lunch?"
"No. Let me take both of you out. I mean, after barging in like this-"
I couldn't imagine him "barging" anywhere.
"Wouldn't hear of it. Make yourself at home. Naomi and I'll fix something."
"Not for me, thanks. Remember, I have a lunch date and I'd better be getting to it. I hope I'll see you again soon, Charlie."
He bowed slightly. "I hope so, Miss Wilder." He hadn't liked my calling him Charlie. Probably thought I was patronizing him. That looked like a small chip on his shoulder about women. Or was it only full-sized women?
"See you, Tom."
Son of a gun! Wouldn't that be something. Me and Tom Thumb!
Chapter 6
The best chapter of HOW TO BECOME A STAR SALESMAN was Chapter 5: Think Big. According to the millionaire salesman who wrote the book the way to be a success was to go ahead and be one. What I mean-you don't grab lunch at the drug store. That's for riff-raff. You, as millionaire-to-be, make sure to be seen at the Eden Roc.
You impress your customers with out-of-the-ordinary entertainment. Then you dazzle them with presents. Above all, don't let them forget you! What a fun way to succeed!
Part of my new campaign to be a big success in selling was to make only afternoon appointments. How could I have time to see prospects before noon when mornings had to be spent Thinking Big?
A good example is the day I called on Don Stone at his sporting goods shop. The important thing was to impress him. Impress the customer.
That called for some new clothes. I thought something rich but discreet; business-like but alluring; reeking of class, yet with a tantalizing touch of the courtesan.
The severe black satin suit was the answer. To go with the black satin I needed a splashy accessory, a conversation piece. I found it at the tobacco shop on the beach. A darling jeweled pipe set me off to perfection. Of course I had to buy a lighter, pouch, and spend time practicing puffing.
That good sport, Stone, wouldn't be forgetting me in a hurry! Jeez, it was going to be fun being a success! I could see the credit cards Bill got for me would be the most essential part of successful selling.
All that morning shopping made me late for lunch at the Eden Roc. But I couldn't skip anything. So I rushed through lunch as fast as I could.
"Sorry to be late for my appointment, Mr. Stone," I said to him, smiling successfully. "I was delayed at lunch at the Eden Roc."
"I'm afraid I-"
"It's all right," blue wisp of smoke, "I have plenty of time to show you our fishing calendar."
"You mean to tell me you're-"
Without giving him a chance to say no I whipped out the fishing line.
"You're Miss Wilder? With Black and Lees?"
"You'll notice here, Mr. Stone, a completely different fishing picture for every month-"
"I'm sorry, Miss Wilder, but I tried to tell you on the phone-"
The book says don't let the prospect say no.
"This hole in the snow for July is real cool-"
"You have a good line, er-but unfortunately-"
I puffed again and blew a blue cloud at the no forming on his lips.
Mr. Stone's eyes went on inspection, touring down my gleaming front and sliding back up to the sparkling pipe between my lips. "You must be doing pretty well in the jewelry business-I mean calendar business."
"Right. So successful. Becoming more successful every day. And so much fun!"
"Really?" He took a look at the spread out calendar and then examined my front again, and began talking to himself in a murmur. "I had no idea-"
"Now, Mr. Stone," I whipped out the order book. "How many calendars will you be needing to cover every one of your valued customers?" I began writing up the order.
"What? Oh! I'm sorry I took up your time. I tried to tell you on the phone-"
"And what advertising copy do you want imprinted?"
"Miss Wilder," he said firmly. "I've already ordered my calendars from Brown and-"
I stopped writing and consulted my memory. Now what do I do, Mr. Millionaire Salesman? If your prospect has already bought do you still refuse to take no for an answer?
"Oh." I tapped my pipe on my teeth and looked at Mr. Stone. I was all out of answers. Mac-?
I rummaged for my lighter.
"Here. Allow me." He lit my pipe and his eyes sent a code that I deciphered as "Woman, I will not forget you in a hurry." He returned my lighter. "Thanks for coming in anyway. Perhaps next year-"
Mr. Stone helped me reassemble my samples and walked me to the door. I wouldn't say the black satin was a total flop, would you?
After Mr. Stone I slipped into a dim bar. My next appointment was a garden supply shop that wanted a flower calendar. He probably would have bought, but it was all too exhausting in my shattered condition.
I sat brooding into my pipe. Naturally, a big spender flopped his fat onto the next stool and wanted to buy me a drink. But I have enough sense to know you don't become a star salesman by flirting away the afternoons in bars.
"Thanks just the same," I told moon-face politely, "but I must keep my mind on business. I'm working today.
"Yeah?" He nudged a pudgy elbow into my satined side. "What is your business? Maybe I can help."
The worst thing a salesman could do I had done: taken no for an answer. All right, then.
Next on the list was don't let the customer forget you. Reflected lights blazed through the bar bottles at me. That's it!
I slid my satined butt off the stool and went through the doorway to the bar's package store.
Could Mr. Stone ever forget a lady who sent him a case of fine champagne? How much? Two hundred eighty-nine dollars. Becoming successful is damned expensive. Oh, well, can't be helped. Yes, include this card, please.
Now, Mr. Stone, forget me!
Speaking of forgetting, you think I've forgotten you, don't you? Not a chance. Not your bald bushy head, your brown-blue eyes, your powerful-frail shoulders-you're a teen-ager? Look, no one's perfect. I accept you because you're you. You accept me with my little faults and I'll accept you. The world would be better if everyone would just do that.
I am flat-ass in love with you. A couple of pimples and police record won't change that. Know something else? I need you. Right now I feel on the brink, on the edge. Up here where the air is rare you get giddy. And I feel my wings trying to flap. Naomi juice is flowing and my wings are about to spread out. They're trick wings. You step off and they let you down.
If you were here I wouldn't step off. You are the only, only one who understands me. We have this beautiful relationship-oh, beautiful. Just one thing wrong with it. I don't know who you are.
Who are you, honey?
One day I broke the rules and slipped into the corner drug store for a Danish and coffee. Bill couldn't afford for me to get too successful too fast. He would be paying my credit accounts at first.
A couple of girls came in and sat not far from me. One looked vaguely familiar like someone I'd met or seen someplace or sometime. I couldn't remember her, but I caught her eyes looking at me in the mirror behind the counter. Suddenly, she arose and came toward me with her arms out.
"Naomi! I'll be damned. I've been wondering about you and where you were. Remember, honey?"
No, I didn't, although there was a vague something that stirred more than just a casual memory.
"Naomi, it's me-Fran."
The jail. The half-dark cell. The 69 lesbo. Fran.
"I'll be darned! When did you-"
"About a couple of days after you. What have you been doing? She turned to the younger, pretty little red-head with her. "This is Candy. Naomi. Let's sit in a booth."
When we sat down, she went on. "I've known Candy only a short time but-"
The girl interrupted. "Never mind, Fran. Naomi wouldn't be interested."
Fran laughed. "Honey, Naomi's interested. She could give us lessons any time. Come to think of it, we'd be a great three-some. How about that, Naomi? You'd love Candy."
"I'm back with men, Fran. More fun."
"Don't give me that. As good in a way, maybe, but not better. Look, we proved that. Candy knows too. We prefer it our way. Candy baby, show her how long your beautiful tongue is."
The girl just smiled and moved closer to her. "I'm saving that for you," she murmured.
"Remember, honey," Fran looked directly at her and took her chin lightly in one hand. "I like sex not love. I'm no ordinary les with housekeeping inclinations. I like it all the way in the feathers-male and female. That's it. None of this just thee and me stuff. Okay?"
"I know," Candy said, "we agreed. I just want to be with you-anyway."
Fran kissed her lightly.
"Naomi, where are you staying? Here." She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a pen and piece of paper. "Write your address and phone number on this and I'll give you mine-and Candy's."
I wrote down the phone number and stopped.
"What's the matter? We won't come busting in at the wrong time. Friends, aren't we?"
"Of course we are." I quickly added the address.
"Wait a minute." Fran excitedly put her hand on my arm. "Candy and I are living practically around the corner from here. How about dropping over now for an hour or so. We just have to know each other better-the three of us. Maybe Candy would like to hear more about the jails we have known." She laughed delightedly as the younger girl's eyes widened a little more.
"Fran, I never really did know why, but I'm sure it couldn't have been for anything real bad."
Fran answered the inherent question: "No, it wasn't. But, come on, let's go to our place. We can have more coffee there. Okay?" She glanced quickly at both of us, her eyes shining in a slightly flushed face. She looked almost beautiful as she rose and reached for our hands.
Hell, an hour or so wasn't much to spend with two new friends.
We left the drug store and walked the two blocks to a small duplex, one side of which seemed unoccupied.
In the small, very femininely decorated living room Fran kicked off her shoes and plopped contentedly on the couch.
"Anyone really want coffee? I'll make it if you do. Maybe a drink?"
We'd had enough coffee. She mixed some vodka and fruit juice for us.
"No, it wasn't anything real bad." Fran continued our drug store conversation where she had dropped it. "Little things like trying to walk home once or twice with too much party liquor in me. Being caught in a car with a girl friend-you know-and twice for suspicion-just suspicion of possessing a little pot. That's what happened when you and I met, Naomi."
"I tried it once."
"Like it?"
"Yes, I think so, but it seems there wasn't enough or something. Just a whiff or so."
"That's like Candy. She's had a little. It takes the exact right amount to fly." She hesitated briefly and got up. "Wait a minute."
When Fran disappeared into the bedroom I looked at Candy who just raised her eyebrows and shrugged.
Fran, smoking a cigarette, was back with us almost immediately. She took only very tiny puffs as though she were merely trying to keep it lit.
"That's one," Candy told me. "It's not a regular cigarette."
Fran smiled. "Hell, no. Who wants cancer?" She handed it to me. "Try it."
I took it and looked for a moment at its home-rolled make up-darker than ordinary tobacco-cigarette paper and a sweetish aroma from the smoke. I tried a short puff like I had seen Fran take. It tasted dry with a slightly bitter mildness.
"Puffing is just a start. That's not the way to really smoke. One go-round'll be enough. Like this."
I handed it back to her and watched as she exhaled completely, chest and stomach drawn in tight, and then inhaled the smoke deeply. She nodded to Candy, who took the rolled weed from her hand.
Fran held the smoke deep in her lungs. Wrapping her arms around her middle, she bent over, increasing the pressure, trying to force the pot deeper and harder against the inside of her lungs. It seemed she held her breath for at least a minute before slowly exhaling.
"Like that." Her words came like a sigh. With her face flushing again and brightening eyes, she looked as if she had just taken a stiff drink. She smiled and nodded at Candy and me.
"Now, you two. We'll feel wonderful in a minute."
Without hesitation Candy followed Fran's lead and passed it on to me. We did as she had, but I noticed neither one of us held our inhalations so long.
The smoke began to burn inside me under the pressure. When I let go, a slight dizziness changed into a floating feeling and everything began falling into place like it should. I hadn't realized Fran and Candy were so beautiful. Fran was talking.
"We're the loveliest things ever made and we're hung with rags. Take them off so we can be together. I want to see-and touch-and feel. We're together now. We'll open ourselves to each other. You know what love is? This is love. Just to obey a big, stiff prick isn't enough. We're more than that. We refine it right down to the best there is-a hot, beautiful, thirsty cunt. Naomi, you've never seen such gloriously pointed, high-pointed breasts as little Candy has."
She moved over to Candy, whose eyes were on her, wide and moist as a puppy's. She undid the buttons down the back of her dress. Candy sat with a small smile beginning on her lips and said nothing while she lowered her dress over her shoulders. She pulled her arms out of the short sleeves and it dropped to her waist. Fran unhooked the bra and sat down again.
"Take it off, honey, and show Naomi."
Candy slid the bra off and turned squarely toward me. Her nipples rose like strawberries in thick cream. The fullness underneath pushed them up for tasting. I wanted to reach for them.
Fran was watching me. "Remember how it was last time, Naomi? Now, we are three. Take them off. In the bedroom."
We followed her. There were two beds pushed tightly together. My clothes seemed to drop off me. The juices were flowing and I wanted to feel their bodies on me-spreading, searching, licking, sucking, reaching into mine.
"Lie between us, Candy. Taste her tits now, Naomi. That's right. Lick it. Now, suck it easy between your lips. Feel how firm it is? You haven't had both of them done at the same time before, have you, honey? Well show you how wonderful that is."
Fran, her head almost touching mine, started working on Candy's other breast. I could feel the young girl's heart pounding and her belly trembling as I moved my hand down to her mound. She spread her legs and rose to my touch.
"Don't push your finger too far in her little cunt." Fran murmured between sucks, "She's a virgin. Ever seen a pussy that's never had prick in it? Go down on her and look."
My head floated between her parted legs. The slightly spread lips revealed the glowing pink from her clitoris to the moist opening. I spread her and tasted the wonderful wetness of her tight throbbing cunt. I raised her higher to my mouth so my tongue could push a little way into her. She moaned with hot excitement and pulled one of Fran's tits into her open, eager mouth.
"Don't come yet, honey. Fran and Naomi are going to give it to you all the way. We want you to know what it's like to get fucked. You just lie there now, while Naomi comes back and sucks your beautiful, hard little nipples."
I moved up her body. My wet mouth closed on a breast. She shuddered.
"Did you like my pussy, Naomi? Please go back and lick it more-and more. I'll do it to you, too."
"Wait for Fran, darling. She's going to make you come while I love your wonderful tits."
Fran had left the bed for a moment and was back now lying between Candy's widely separated thighs.
I glimpsed something dark in her hand and raised my head to see what it was.
Did you ever see one of those shiny, smooth African carvings with the head, shoulders and arms flowing solidly together in the ebony-like wood? A solid piece with the features carved lightly in the surface. About as big around as a man's cock and a foot high.
Fran was rubbing vaseline over it. So that's how Candy was going to be screwed! What a great idea. I must remember to buy one for the lonely times.
Fran eased the head of the figure slowly into the girl's vagina.
"What's going into me, Naomi? That's not a tongue-or a finger." She breathed. "It feels bigger and better."
It was in only two inches or so and Fran was moving it gently back and forth.
"Is this what it's like to get laid?"
"It's like this," I answered, "only not as good. Men just ram it in. Besides, they can't suck your tits at the same time."
Fran pushed in deeper.
Candy squirmed away from it a little.
"Not too far. It could hurt me."
It won't hurt you much, Candy baby. It's a good hurt that'll make you all woman. It's better for me and Naomi to give you your first fuck than some man who doesn't love you like we do.
"Just relax and let your pussy enjoy it. A little more is in now. See? Doesn't that feel good?" She moved it in and out a little faster.
"No farther. It's wonderful just like that."
I sucked harder on her nipples and felt the rising orgasm trembling through her.
"I'm going to come." Her head, eyes closed in the ecstasy of feeling, rolled from side to side. "I'm coming-COMING!"
Fran was laughing quietly in her throat.
"Then take six inches of lovely prick, honey." She jammed it into her in one quick, sharp thrust.
Candy's scream came from the waves of pain rolling up through her over the convulsion of a climax. Her legs tried spasmodically to close, but Fran's shoulders held them apart.
"It keeps going in and out like this, honey, like this." She was working the statuette in and out of Candy's cunt like a bursting prick. "And this-and this." At each thrust Candy screamed again until they melted into sobbing gasps.
Fran withdrew the figure and sat beside the crying girl.
"That's the best way to lose it, baby. To someone who knows what you feel, like Naomi and me. We had it from big cocks that didn't care. From now on it'll feel a lot better." She held up the statue with the red blood running in its black grooves.
"See? You gave your little cherry to a god."
God or not, I figured it was time for a towel.
Chapter 7
"Miss Wilder, this is J. W. Madison, Madison Associates."
"Oh, good morning, Mr. Madison, and how are you today?"
"Fine, thank you. Since you and Mr. uh-Mr. MacArdle were in my office the other day, I've thought of possibly adding a few items from your samples to our customer list. We're extending rather widely our marine coverage."
"I'd be very happy to show you some gift ideas that would be wonderful for marine supply and boating accounts. May I see you this afternoon?"
"I had something like that in mind. We're very busy here in the office today, but my associates can handle it. Perhaps lunch?"
"Fine. Where shall I meet you?"
"Well, downtown will be crowded as usual, and the parking situation is horrible."
"There's a very nice place just northwest of the city. I'd say about a fifteen minute drive from your office. It's quiet, sort of pseudo-English, called the Carriage and Four."
"Good enough. I'll pick you up about noon at your place."
"I could meet you at the restaurant, Mr. Madison. I have another stop. It's on the way."
"Perfectly simple. I'll pick you up and we can make your stop before lunch."
"You're very considerate. I'll wait here at the office."
"Until lunch, then, Miss Wilder." He hung up.
Whoopie! Now they were calling me with money in their hot little fists. Bubbles of happiness ran through me. Everything was going great, just as I knew it would. And it was only the beginning. The world was just waiting for me to take it by the tail and twist it any way I wanted. Mac phoned in from Atlanta. When I told him Mr. Madison had called, he enthused, "Naomi, that's great. If he keeps adding to the account he's already placed, plus his references, he'll be one of the best we have. Take all the time you want with him."
It seemed a long time until noon, but, finally, a dark green Continental drove into the parking lot of the small office building. Mr. Madison didn't get out of the car. He waited for me to join him.
I grabbed my pipe on the way out. I was beginning to feel incomplete without it.
"See you later," I called over my shoulder to the secretary. "I hear a contract calling."
In the car Madison looked at me smilingly. "You'll have to direct me if you want to make a stop."
It was about a ten minute drive and I'd been doing a little thinking on the way. This man could be much more helpful as a friend than as a business date.
"I've got a marvelous idea, Mr. Madison. Since I go home and fix lunch for myself anyway, why don't I make it for two and we can go over the entire gift line where it's nice and quiet."
"Oh, no. That would be too much trouble and probably take too long, anyway. Thank you, though, for a very pleasant suggestion."
"No bother at all-and faster than restaurant service. It would be a nice change for you, I think."
He didn't say anything for a minute or so, just kept his eyes on the road. When he answered it sounded like a business decision.
"Very well. It would be enjoyable, and we could decide on the additions most suitable to my clients."
In the living room he looked around appreciatively. "You have a very attractive home, Miss Wilder. I imagine you must be quite successful in your work."
"Thanks. I like my job so perhaps I work a little harder at it." I went into the kitchen to fix lunch.
When I came back he seemed a little embarrassed.
"I'm-uh-would you tell me where the washroom is?"
"Down the hall and to your right. The green door."
The house was warm and cozy with the glow of the Florida sun shimmering into the shaded rooms. And here was old Frosty asking if he could-la-de-da-take a leak. I wondered what he would do with a naked woman. Probably check his insurance policies for rape, syphilis, maternity and other Acts of God excluding water damage due to hurricane wind.
I had lunch already on the table when he got back.
"Would you like a drink with lunch?" I asked.
"Yes. That would be very nice."
I went to the bar and held a glass up questioningly.
"Just a little bourbon on the rocks, thanks."
I brought two back.
"Are you married, Mr. Madison?" I sipped. "I mean, I thought perhaps your wife helped choose gifts for your clients. Many do."
"My wife helps me with nothing that concerns my business. Her province is her home and whatever else circumscribes her day."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Now what the hell did I say that for? Sorry for what?
His smile was thin and tight.
"Because it sounds cold and disinterested? It is. My wife and I are separate entities. Our relationship is a legal one. But, you wouldn't understand that."
"Perhaps not, but I think I understand men."
"What what do you think you understand about me?"
"That you only act cold and distant. That what you need is the warmth a woman can give you. You should loosen up to a little happiness."
He just looked at me for a few minutes.
"I think knowing you better would be very revealing for both of us, Miss Wilder."
"Naomi. What does the J in your name stand for? John?"
"No. That's why I prefer J. W. It's better than-Josiah. My mother's idea."
"May I make it Joe?"
"I haven't heard that since school."
Without asking, I rose and poured two more drinks. He said nothing, but took the one I offered as I sat beside him.
"Tell me about your wife."
"Nothing much to tell." He swallowed his drink. "She claims I raped her on our wedding night, and hasn't had anything to do with me since."
I don't believe in rape."
I took his hand and put it on my thigh under the mini skirt. He jumped like he'd grabbed a hot wire.
"I don't think-" he started.
"That's right," I broke in quickly. "Don't. Unbutton my blouse.
He still hesitated, and I put my hand on his fly and felt for his cock. It was rising against his pants leg.
"What have you been doing for sex, Joe?"
"Nothing. I've tried to pretend it wasn't there. When it gets real bad I-I do it myself."
His hand was trembling as he started loosening the buttons of my blouse. He hurried when I unbuckled his trousers and unzipped them. His cock was flipping inside his shorts.
"Please," he muttered, "you take your things off."
Slowly I took the blouse off and pretended to have some trouble with the bra that covered my now tingling nipples. I watched him while lifting the straps from my shoulders and letting my breasts escape from the cups.
His eyes were glassy with desire, and his mouth open and wet inside the lips. It was about the way my cunt was beginning to feel.
"Like them, Joe?"
He nodded without blinking, his stare piercing into them.
"When you take your clothes off you can feel them and play with them and taste them. I'd like that, Joe."
He came alive and, turning his back to me, undressed.
"What's the matter, Joe? Got something you don't want me to see?"
He turned toward me, his prick rising up his belly just waiting to burst. It didn't look like it could stand even the touch of my hand without exploding, so I reached for his balls and lifted them up tight between his legs. His hands, without urging now, were feeling all over me- weighing my tits, pulling at the nipples, sliding down and spreading my cunt. The heaving excitement in him was reaching inside me through his touch. I pulled his head to the hard, darkening nipples.
"Taste them, Joe, suck them."
He took them into his mouth and held them between his teeth while running his tongue hard over their points. I wanted more and more, and finally lay on the couch spread out in front of him. He started to mount me but I slid down between his thighs and took his cock in my mouth.
"Oh, god, Naomi. I'll come. I can't wait long. I'd never had that."
I moved up.
"Lick me, Joe. Try to put your tongue in my cunt. Lick it all over."
"No," he mumbled. "I want to put it in you."
"Show me with your mouth where you want to put your cock, Joe."
I pushed his head down into me. I could tell he'd never done that before. He barely touched me with his lips until I grasped his head and forced it into my cunt. His mounting fever of desire took over and he began seeking and lapping avidly, at the female center of his need.
"Fuck me now, Joe. Put your prick in me all the way and screw like you always wanted to."
His throbbing rod was already dripping on my belly, leaving a snail-trail of his warm fluid on its way to the slit in my mound. He pushed in hard, eager, impatient, unsure but demanding satisfaction. He forgot, or didn't know about, easing it into the vagina. His thrust was like a fast, forcing stroke by a broom handle.
I yelled with the pulling hurt along the walls of wet membrane. He pounded in with all the strength of his driving ass.
"You're tearing my cunt. Not so hard, for god's sake, not so hard."
"I want it hard-hard-drive it into your soft, sucking guts. I've never had it like this. In-in-in- it's coming way in you. Feel it-feel it like that?"
The sperm, pent up in him by years of frustration, spread hot and thick from the end of his cock buried in me. He pushed it into my womb. I could feel it spurting and dripping over my insides.
"Don't stop it yet," I shouted. "Keep your prick hard. I'm coming with it. There-there-more-NOW!
I wanted to swallow his cock, to digest it in the flood that broke through me. Leave it there-leave it forever-I can't lose your cock-I must have it in me-keep fucking-I need more-I need a hundred pricks ready.
He withdrew slowly and sat looking at me for awhile. He began to dress.
"You've made me feel like a young man again, Naomi."
"You've got what it takes, Joe. Just take it easier. Making it last is even better most of the time. Don't be in such a rush to shoot it off."
"Can we-uh-make it again-soon?"
"I'll be in to see you about the contract additions. Okay?" "It was worth it." He left with a slightly ruffled dignity.
Chapter 8
Mac says to go in to see a prospect prepared to accomplish your purpose. Have answers ready for his objections, offer an attractive package, and never take no for an answer.
Black and Lees came out with a new line of record-keeping booklets, among them tax books, and I decided to sell them to Tom's firm for their customers.
The presentation was worked out and my costume carefully planned when I was hit by a better idea. Charlie! That fantastic little guy was going to see Tom's boss for a job. If I came along at the same time I'd run into him, wouldn't I? And if we had an accidental meeting anything could happen!
I'll confess to you flat out I was lusting after Charlie. Now this doesn't change things between you and me-but Charlie! I'm not even sure you could resist him. That's one sexy bit of man.
The new plan: make Charlie! By contrast it made tax records seem pretty dull. So I began mapping out strategy for the Charlie campaign. It's hardly ever any problem for me to get who I want: men just naturally like a hot cunt served up in an appetizing dish. But Charlie was something else.
Sensitivity surrounded him like a shield. There had to be a way to break through his defenses, but I knew sweet talking wouldn't do it. A demonstration might, but that would take some arranging. How does a girl rape a man who's determined to protect his dignity and his mouthwatering penis at all cost? I could understand his pride. It would require delicate planning. But anything can be done. Moon rocks can become celebrities; a girl can rape a midget.
Bill was getting stuffy about the charge accounts, and I had given a more or less sacred oath not to buy anything for awhile. Also the nude suede suit was not strictly necessary to the plan. When you rape somebody what you're wearing is not "relevant," as the University of Miami kids say. But there's too much of the artist in me or something to fluff off a minor detail just because the rapee could care less. So the new suit stayed in.
PLAN
1. Reserch. Determine method of bringing rapee under my control. I could almost pick him up in my sturdy arms and clutch him to me-kicking and screaming-yes, he would be kicking and screaming. Charlie wasn't the type to stand for being kidnapped. There must be some way to subdue him. Something to knock him out just for a short time. Fran! She might know. What are friends for, after all? She did! From Fran I learned how to make a mickey.
2. The scene. Bill's living room couch made the best place for a tie-down. There were four strong supports to attach the ropes, all concealed.
3. Lure the rapee to have an innocent drink on an innocent couch-then POW!
4. Buy the nude suede suit. What it did for my shape was above and beyond sacred oaths.
It was a beautifully-made plan, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Not bragging, but I think that plan reeks of sanity.
I had to work fast, but working under pressure is a challenge to me. Going down my check list I assembled the props, set the scene, got into costume and make-up.
"Mr. Petty is tied up right now. Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I'm a friend of Tom's. I'll wait."
"Do you want to see Tom?"
"No."
She stared at me with a dazed face till it was rescued by the telephone.
"Petty and Gross, good morning."
I sat in my nude suede mold and mentally went over details carefully, the way Mac advises. Everything I've learned about selling I've learned from Mac, a splendid sales manager.
The inside door opened and Charlie came out with silver-haired Mr. Petty.
"We'll see you Monday then, Mr. Reed. Miss Minny will give you the W2 and other forms." He bent and extended his hand. Charlie's jaw tightened at the bend-down, but he shook hands pleasantly. "Welcome to the firm."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Petty. I'll be in Monday," Charlie piped in his tinny voice.
Miss Minny followed her boss into his office and closed the door.
"Charlie! Charlie Reed! Imagine running into you!"
Charlie's startled eyes took in my whole effect from toe to blonde bangs, then settled on nude suede breasts. "Is that you, Naomi?"
"Yes! Is that you? Isn't this a coincidence! How did you make out?"
"What? Oh, fine, he gave me the job. I start Monday."
"Congratulations! Can I give you a lift?"
"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to put you out."
"Mr. Petty will see you now." Miss Minny was back.
"Tell Mr. Petty I will not be able to see him until tomorrow. Come on, Charlie, I'm going the same way you are."
"I am? I mean you are?"
He trotted along beside me till I slowed down some. My golden panty hose sure sparkled. He noticed too.
"I'm parked right near here, Charlie. Ill drop you off."
"Well, if you're sure-"
"I'm sure. Going back to Tom's place? Oh. Just let me run into Bill's for a sec. I have to pick up some samples. Say, that's wonderful about the job. Now you can move here and well be seeing a lot of you."
Charlie's feet hung down, not touching the floor. He held his legs close together against his little thing. If that little thing only knew what was in store for it.
I pressed the accelerator.
"That's a handsome pipe you've got there. What blend do you smoke?"
"Usually tobacco." He laughed uncertainly and cast me a look. "I mean sometimes-you know-"
I swung around the corner.
"Here we are, Charlie."
"Bill has a nice place, doesn't he?"
I shrugged. "It keeps out the rain. Say, would you come and hold the door for me?"
We went in and I headed straight for the bar where Charlie's glass was waiting. "Tell you what. You sip on this while I find these darn things. I've got so damned many samples Bill had to set aside a room just for them."
"No, no, that's all right. Well, maybe one."
I backed him down on the couch and handed him his glass. 'Til try to hurry."
"Don't hurry on my account. I don't have anything scheduled."
That's what you think, little guy.
"You're beautiful, Charlie, absolutely beautiful." His face was flushed with frustration and the efforts his arms and legs were making to free himself. But his body was perfect-everything a man's should be only smaller-almost miniature. His small shoulders tapered down to smaller hips and lying between his struggling thighs the prettiest little penis and testicles you've ever seen. It was gently rolling from side to side as he twisted from one leg to the other.
I stood over him, reached down and put my fingers under his balls, pulling on the little sac that held them.
"Get the hell away from me, Naomi. I'm not built for a damned Amazon like you. Just let me out of here and we'll forget the whole thing. Be reasonable, for god's sake!"
I couldn't help smiling at him.
"Charlie, have you ever had a girl, big or little, play with your balls?" I pushed his foreskin back. "Or feel and want your prick so much she'd do anything to make it hard? What do you want me to do to it, Charlie? Move the skin back and forth over its shiny red head? Like that?"
He tried to pull it back from my hand.
"You may as well enjoy it all the way," I sighed, " 'cause I'm going to give you a hard-on and make you blow your little wad of juice in me or on me or any way you want. I don't care how long it takes, either. I'm just going to make you do it."
He looked up at me and his expression was a shadowed mingling of anger, fear and curiosity.
"I think you're a nympho, Naomi, or you wouldn't force a man's sex when he didn't want it. Why don't you go to Tom or Bill or whoever-goddamit, someone your own size, if I have to put it that way!"
"But, what about you, Charlie? Where are you going to find someone your own size? Or maybe you have. Is there a little doll in New York, maybe?"
"Yes, there is, and I wish the hell I were back with her now."
"Tell me about her. Where did you find her?"
"I'll tell you if you'll take these ties off and let me up."
"I don't believe you, Charlie. I think you're making it up, just to get away. You lie there for awhile and we'll see. I wish I could let you up, though. It would be a lot better than waiting until I masturbated you. Or would you like me to suck it?"
He hesitated for the first time, and his penis grew warmer under the pressure of my hand.
"Would-would you do that?"
"I told you, Charlie, anything you want and as many times as you want it."
"Untie me, then."
"Not until your cock gets hard. That might prove you meant it." I bent over him and took it in my mouth for a moment. "See, isn't that good?"
I had felt it move and start to swell between my lips. I ran my nipples across it and up to his mouth.
"Feel how firm they are, Charlie." I stood up and spread the lips of my cunt apart.
"See? It's small and tight and wet. Wouldn't you like to fuck it. Anything your cock wants it can have."
His balls were tightening in the little clump of hair between two diminutive thighs, and his penis, now about the size of my thumb but thicker, was moving away from them in a growing erection. He lay quietly, not struggling at the bonds.
"Don't think of any difference in our size, Char-he. Just think of us as two normal people who want and need each other's sex and we give it in any way we can. Remember, it's the differences that make it good."
I figured that corny but true bit of psychology would help him forget everything but what his maleness wanted. I pushed the skin all the way back on his penis, now a large, blood-red ruby with a tiny crack in the center that made it even more precious.
For the first time he raised slightly toward me, and a gasp of pleasure came from his open lips.
"Let me up, Naomi. Let me up now."
"No foolishness, Charlie?" I still wasn't completely sure he wouldn't start raising hell if I untied him, and I began thinking of ways to get him down again, just in case. I really had no intention of hurting him, not for the world, but that deep, long-handled fish net I had seen once at Tom's-you're nuts, Naomi!
"No," he said. "You're right. We're male and female and you've got us both so damn hot we've got to screw it off. I haven't had any for a long time and I think I've got enough stored up for a couple of times."
"What about the girl up north? You haven't done it with her recently?"
"Not in six months. I've been moving around looking for a decent job."
"What about her, Charlie? You said you'd tell me.
I lossened the cords at his ankles. "You're sure now?"
"Damn right I am. You can see where my prick is.
I could indeed. It was lying straight up his belly and throbbing its own little tattoo of passion. I freed his hands and he kicked off the loose knots at his feet. I waited. He stood beside me on the couch.
"Anything, Naomi?"
"I told you that, Charlie. Whatever you want to do to me with your wonderful little cock."
He turned to me and, putting a foot on each thigh with the mound of my pussy between them, started fucking first one breast and then the other.
"Does it feel little against your tits, Naomi? Watch how it pushes your nipples up and down. Would another man have a cock the right size to push deep into them? When they get wet it feels better, doesn't it?"
"It feels like nothing I've had before. Please come on them. I want to see your prick squirting its juice on them. I could come with you, Charlie."
My breasts were sticky now with the fluid from him. I reached a hand behind him, cupping his pumping bottom in it and teased his full, round balls. He put one foot against my cunt. I took it and rubbed it up and down the length of the slit. It was wet and his toes slid in and around the opening.
"Charlie-Charlie-no other man could do it like this. I'll come-I can feel it-soon. Please-pour it on my tits-please, Charlie!"
He was masturbating me with his tiny foot and his cock was pulsing its hard tempo against my swollen nipples. He crushed it against one and I felt the hot semen spurting on it from his throbbing cock.
I could stand no more. I heard my own voice screaming in the room: "Charlie-Charlie-your foot-"
I pushed it into my open, oozing vagina. I could feel his toes moving inside me, his foot in up to the ankle. He kicked it in and out. A blurring reddish black haze surrounded me in an ecstasy of feeling until I slumped back on the couch exhausted.
"No man-no other man-could have done that. It could never be better."
Charlie gently withdrew his foot. His orgasm left a trail of yellowish white liquid running from my left nipple down to join my own Naomi juice.
He could have left now. I was too weak to stop him. But he didn't. He just stood beside me, smiling, his cock forming still another small pearl. He moved it to me and I licked it off.
"Was it good, Naomi, real good?" "Never better. It couldn't be-it couldn't. I didn't know you'd have so much in you, either."
"Enough to make a normal size child and adult. It wouldn't have to be small like me."
"Charlie, there's nothing small about you. You could satisfy even the Amazon you mentioned."
"And a couple of times. I can feel more left."
"Right now?"
"Soon."
"Maybe you're a nympho's dream, Charlie."
He laughed. "Maybe. Just slow starting."
"What about the girl up north? Do you do it like this to her?"
"No." He laughed again. "She's too small. She's not a real midget but almost. Her mother's a madam in one of the best whore houses in New York."
"Is that where you met her?"
"No. A friend used to go there and once suggested I go along with him for kicks. I didn't but I sure couldn't help thinking about it. I've always been hard up for sex. Next time I saw this guy he told me he'd mentioned me to the madam and she was real interested and wanted to see me. Well, to shorten a long, long story, I went over to her place the next evening.
"After a lot of questions and sparring around, she came right out and told me about her daughter. She wanted to join the action in the house, but the old lady would have none of it. The kid-about eighteen-was too tiny to take it from full grown men. They could tear her up, especially after a few drinks.
"I'll say this for mother, she was really concerned about the girl: eighteen, hot and a virgin. She asked me if I'd be interested. Can you imagine a damn question like that? Of course, she wanted the going rate of the house. In her mind it was a perfect deal, good for everybody.
"She didn't want Florie-the girl's name-and me to meet at the house. We'd draw too much attention. So, she'd have us driven to a small place she owned in Long Island.
"Florie and I hit it off right away-a very petite, blue-eyed girl with sort of chestnut-color hair. And a bombshell. We'd no sooner reached the house on the Island than she had her clothes off and was working on mine. Her body was like yours but about one-third the size. Perfect little tits I could hold in my hands-a cunt as small and furry as a mouse and so tight I came the first couple of times trying to get into it. After that we satisfied each other every way we could think of. If I can make it in a job down here, I'm going to send for her. We might even get married."
While he was talking I had been playing with his cock and feeling the delicacy of his balls with my fingertips. He was getting another erection and when he turned to me and filled his hands with my nipples it really stood up.
"You promised to suck me."
I took his prick between my fingertips and licked it up and down from his balls to the tip opening,
"Lie down, Naomi."
I stretched out on the couch. He straddled me with thighs pressing my breasts together and pushed his cock between my lips and back into my mouth.
"Pretend you're mouth's a cunt and I'm screwing it."
He drove it all the way in and out. I tightened my lips and cheeks around it and licked at the glans. His passion forced it into faster, stronger strokes, his belly pressing against my nose.
"Now," he almost shouted, "suck hard, as hard as you can!"
The muscles of his small body tightened as a final thrust erupted his cock in my throat. His sperm was hot and thick as I swallowed all of it and tried to pull more out with my lips and tongue.
He backed off my face and lay beside me like a tired man-child.
"You had a hell of a good idea today, Naomi."
"I told you, Charlie. I told you it would be good."
Chapter 9
At the airport I gave Mac the new stack of orders I had written.
"Naomio-O, I like your style."
"These signatures do look pretty good, don't they?"
"Pretty good?! They're beautiful!"
"They should. I worked hard enough on them."
"That's what it takes-work. Let's go down to the Plaza Arms and get me checked in, then I'll show you some new samples." He patted his sample case. I might show him a thing or two, I thought, patting my prat.
In the cab Mac looked over my orders. "Naomi, this is too good to be true. You've got a couple thousand dollars in commissions here. You'll beat every salesman in the territory. What's your secret?"
"That socko book you gave me, Mac! You know that chapter on DON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER? Well, one day everybody said no and the book says that's when the sale starts, so I decided to turn their no into a yes."
"Whatever you're doing is right so keep right on doing it. Like I tell all my salesmen, hard work pays off."
The cab pulled tinder the awning of the Plaza Arms. Mac was sure right about the hard work. I had practiced and practiced on those signatures. Not to mention I had to get a sample of different styles to copy and a variety of pens. The fancy door man opened the car door. Mac's pleasure made the hard work worthwhile. Unlike other salesmen the commissions meant little to me. With all those credit cards who needs money?
As soon as we were in his room Mac opened the sample case on the bed and scattered his idiotic ash trays, rain bonnets and other imprinted junk on the bed. Can you imagine cluttering up the bed?
"I sure like that pipe, Naomi. Very few people could forget a girl smoking that."
I blew a cloud at him and took off my jacket.
"Too warm, Naomi? Here, let me take your jacket. This won't take long."
That's what you think, buster. I don't like those quickie jobs.
"Here's an idea sold by my man up in Atlanta. See these ruby ash trays? And the imprint: RUBY'S TRUCKERS. Mac lifted his gaze to me, but it hit a snag at my see-through blouse. "What do you think of these boobies-I mean rubies!"
"What do you think of these rubies-I mean boobies?" I let the blouse fall away, and in my carefulness I had forgotten to wear a bra.
"Hey honey, you could get in trouble. I can't take much of that teasing." Mac's face flushed.
"Come on, Mac, get me in trouble."
Mac's eyes took on a glaze and I had to loosen his belt for him. The minute I slipped my hands inside his pants I knew he had got my message. His stiff rod flipped through the opening in his shorts. He got busy then and helped me with the undressing.
We fell to the bed on top of the jumble of scratchy samples. His mouth sucked at mine and our bodies mashed hotly together. I pressed hard where I felt his penis stabbing against my groin.
"Just a minute." Mac drew back groggily and reached in his pants pocket on the chair. He brought out a small packet and began rolling the thing onto his penis while I watched and smiled at him. What a child!
"No, silly." I unrolled the joy killer and gave it a wild toss. "I take the pill. And now I'm going to take you-all of you."
I popped his swollen knob between my lips and darted the point of my tongue across its tiny mouth.
My breasts hung heavily above him. He gathered handfuls and groaned. I gasped as the heat cascaded through me in sizzling waves. He pulled my mouth off his penis and brought my face up to his. "I can't last another minute if you keep on doing that."
I wasn't going to last long either. "Mac, I want to fuck you and suck you and lick you all over." I pushed his face into my breasts and held to his hair with both hands. In my frenzy I could feel his stubble burn a path from one pointing tit across to the other.
His mouth sucked in a nipple and the rising heat drove me crazy. "Yes, yes, yes, Mac, like that, like that!" The blood beat through my body wildly. His hands slid down my sides to my rounded bottom. I writhed under him in a delirium of ecstasy. He bit gently on the nipple and brought his fingers around to the pulsating center of my being. He spread my cunt and I could feel it throbbing against him.
"You're burning hot, Naomi, you're hot." I opened my legs to him and thrust my cunt at him.
"Don't make me wait any longer, Mac. Give me your prick!" I seized it and squeezed its rigid length in my fist. I knew it wanted to be where I wanted it to be. "Oh, god, it's full of hot sticky sperm, and it's all going to be mine-MINE!"
Mac sprang free and took my hips in his two hands to place his target dead center. His flushed, bloated face made me shudder as I knew he had no thought but what was coming next.
I spread my legs wider and lifted my cunt to him. With a snort he rammed the tip through the opening and drove until he was in to the balls.
I screamed at the flame tearing into me, and tightened my vaginal muscles around his cock. It was so hard I had to strain, but his groans told me I was making points.
"Shoot it in me, Mac! Shoot me full of come!" I wrapped my legs around him and locked him to me, allowing him to pull back to the point of withdrawal only to ram again.
"This what you want? Like this?" Ram. "Like this?" Ram.
Ram ram ram.
At every thrust his cock bruised against my battered but hardy womb.
My forces were gathering for a mighty convulsion. At his every retreat my undertow sucked at him. We were both sweating now.
"Like this?" Ram. "Like this?" Ram ram. His hard pelvis met my clitty deliriously with every new coming together.
"No, no, no! I can't wait any longer!" I was screaming madly. "Yes, yes, oh yes! Like that, like that! I'm coming-coming-coming!" The spasms gripped me and I screamed uncontrollably.
Mac slammed a pillow into my face and jabbed quickly as he jetted the hot stream deep in me. The two of us were a joined ball of pleasure.
When it subsided Mac reached a shaky hand for a cigarette.
Knock-knock-knock. "Is everything all right in there?" Mac sprang up wild-eyed and went to the door. He opened it a crack on the chain, keeping out of sight. His face was dead white now and he was shaking. "Sorry," he mumbled, his eyes rolling frantically for inspiration. "I left the TV on too loud while I was in the shower."
Mac stumbled back to the bed and dropped his bulk next to me. He was breathing hard. "Naomi, we're going to do a lot more of this. Your territory will be taking quite a bit of my time from now on.
I got up and started gathering my clothes together. Jesus I almost forgot my date with Mr. Madison.
"Hey! You're not leaving yet! I haven't shown you all my samples!"
I flirted a smile his way. "I wouldn't leave if I didn't have to. It's important."
"Crissakes, it can't be that important. Why don't you let it wait till tomorrow?"
"Because it's an order. I have to see a customer about an order."
"Oh." Mac looked regretful, but he could see my point. "Well, if you must. Are you sure you'll get the order?"
"Dead sure." I had already written it up and signed it myself.
Mac sighed and pulled me to him, burying his face in my love-fragrant belly. "Come back when you get the order?" How could I refuse him?
My date was with Mr. Madison, and I was damn near late. I call him Joe, but I'll always think of him as Mr. Madison.
"I'm not going to mince words, Naomi. There's just one thing on my mind." The strain in his voice told me how hard up the man was for some loving, and set off new flickers of passion through my ovaries. It always happens. When I know a man wants me I always end up wanting him worse. It's as if I transfer his desire to me and add my own to it.
I kissed him full on the mouth. "Let's go to a hotel, Joe."
Without a word he drove down the boulevard and turned in under the awning of the Plaza Arms. "This hotel all right with you?"
"Perfect, Joe. This hotel's perfect."
Everything would be so convenient. It's a good idea: keep simultaneous or consecutive lovers in the same building and save wear and tear.
The minute we were in our room old Joe began unbuckling. It didn't take me long, either. Every other button was still unfastened from last time. A girl has to save time where she can.
When I saw Mr. Madison's brave penis waving in the breeze my tired ovaries leaped into action. The penis was loaded for me, just me, and warm gratitude washed through me. I took it between my fingers and gently skinned it back so I could examine the little mouth on the end. I squeezed and manipulated it, causing the mouth to say "oh." I'm so crazy about those things they almost throw me into a trance.
"Oh my god, you're beautiful," Mr. Madison kept saying.
"Joe, don't move. Stand right here where I can reach it all." I fell to my knees on the carpet and adored his stiff red penis. When I couldn't wait any longer I lifted it and sucked a ball between my lips. One furry ball at a time was all I could manage. It was delicious. A pearled glob fell on my cheek, reminding me of the slimy nectar in store for me.
I pressed my hands into his buttocks and pulled him in closer. His head was thrown back and a look of ecstasy was on his face. My nipples were stiff against his naked thighs. I could have stayed like that forever.
The penis throbbed on my cheek and I had to put my mouth on it. I darted my tongue the length of the shaft and licked at the ridges. I skinned it back again and kissed the tiny mouth. A certain flutter through the organ warned me to gobble up as much as I could and I pulled on it with my lips. Instantly I was rewarded by the stiffening of his buttocks and the groans from his throat and the lovely sticky cream in my throat.
He stood shuddering for a moment while I held him against my face. Then he shakily raised me up to lean on him. "I've never in my life had an experience like you, Naomi."
I made him sit on the bed so we could catch our breath. The heat and swelling were subsiding slowly from the lovely penis. He saw me looking at it. "I think you fixed it good that time, Naomi. That felt like it would last me a long time." He shuddered again.
"Don't be too sure, Joe. I'll have it begging for more, pretty soon."
We rested and I went over in my mind every sensation and taste I had just enjoyed. I trailed my fingers absently across his chest and stomach, around his loins. Every now and then I rubbed a nipple on his skin. I embraced him with my legs and pressed my hot cunt against his hip. Then I caressed his hips again and with my hands pulled them open, putting a finger at the anus. His penis was lengthening and swelling. I blew my hot breath on him and smelled the desire of him.
Next to my mashed breast his heart was beating in strong, loud thuds. I pushed with my finger and penetrated against the resisting muscle. Without retreating I waited for the muscle to relax and twisted my finger deeper into the dark warm hole. His breath came faster and his penis was upright.
Elation surged through me. He wanted me again! I sprang up and straddled him. Lifting my hips I parted the lips of my vagina and aimed for him, catching his spear dead center as I slid down its length. "I'm going to ride you, Joe!" I yelled. He groaned and then shushed me. But I was in a world of my own. Every time I lifted and came down and screamed he groaned and shushed.
"Joe, Joe, Joe! I can stand it! It's ripping me apart-OHHHHHH!"
"-ugggg-"
"Ohhhhh, Joe! JOE!"
"-uggg-"
He raised to meet me and my clit hit his pelvis bone with every bump. I ground my vagina down on his burning penis and felt the storm gathering in me. Joe was beginning to stiffen, too. The hot sperm spurted into me and convulsions doubled me over as screams filled the air.
In a groaning way Joe kept saying, "Sh, sh, sh."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Is everything all right in there?"
Joe sat up alertly as if he had just been called by a wiped-out insured in the middle of the night. He walked briskly to the door and opened it, leaving the chain on and keeping out of sight.
"What's all that noise out there?" Joe growled. "A man can't sleep."
"Very sorry, sir."
He came back and we lay panting weakly.
"Joe, do you mind if I leave you now? My boss came to town and I have some work to do."
He patted me. "You poor kid. Of course not. I'll drive you wherever you want to go."
"Please don't get dressed, Joe. Stay here and rest awhile. It's nearby. Thanks for a lovely evening."
"Oh, Naomi, if you only knew."
I kissed him.
"Naomi, I meant to tell you. If you need an order-"
"No, no, no. That won't be necessary. I've already taken care of the order. Good night, Joe."
Two hours later Mac held a pillow over my face to muffle the screams.
"Don't feel bad," he said. "There's some other woman in the hotel who screams. I heard her a while ago."
"Mac, may I spend the night with you? All this dressing and undressing is exhausting."
"Naomi, you-are-funny."
Chapter 10
Tom had me come over to the condominium apartment restaurant for dinner. It was a nice, quiet little place and never crowded. Most of the other residents prepared their own meals. It was off the roadways of most diners-out.
I might not have gone if I'd known he was bringing Charlie. But the fact was, the thought of Tom's knowing how Charlie and I had enjoyed a little love-fest sent a thrill through me. It was the way it had come about that might make Tom angry, but, then again, if he didn't have enough imagination to find the humor in it, it was his loss.
Anyway, he and Charlie were already seated in one of the booths when I got there. A waitress had just set two cocktails on the table.
"What'll you have before we order, Naomi?" Tom asked when I reached them.
"That martini looks good." I smiled and sat beside Tom. "You're more interesting to look at, Charlie, and I can see you better from this side."
Tom motioned to the waitress and ordered the martini. "We'll have another round after these," he told her, "before dinner." He turned and looked at me.
"How's our favorite little nympho? You're looking great. Must've been exercising a lot lately."
"No more than usual. Just harder, maybe."
"Charlie's been telling me about the recent show you two put on."
"Mind? Or just jealous?"
"Hell, no, I don't mind. The way it went, I think it was a good thing for Charlie. It's always good for you. That's why you're such an ideal little sex-pot. I've seen you take about seven inches, but I didn't think you could take a foot." His laugh involuntarily startled the quietness of the restaurant.
Charlie smiled, and a redness started up his neck. I didn't mind in the least, in fact, I felt a warmth in just remembering his little dick against my breast.
Charlie cleared his throat. "He got it out of me, Naomi. All I meant was, how good we made it-after we got started. It was, Wasn't it?"
"As good as it could be, Charlie. It's the differences that count and keep juices hot. You're a top chef."
The waitress looked over and Tom nodded. We finished what was left in the glasses while she brought the second round.
"I'd like to be in on that sometime. How about a threesome?"
"In the dark?"
"About that, Naomi, you know it's only the act itself. I just get a bigger kick out of screwing without lights. Anything else, Okay. Light the place all you want. I was right in there all the way at the last big-bang we had. Remember?"
"What about you, Charlie?"
"Sure. Among friends, why not? You know something? I wish Florie were here now. She's coming down, you know. Got a call from her."
"Oh, great. Your job is going to work out all right then?"
"All set to go. Right, Tom?"
"You're in like Flynn, Charlie."
That was the best news in days. I wanted Charlie around and that adorable little body of his humping against me.
"Let's order something to eat and get out of here." Tom called the waitress back. We ordered and ate while I kept one hand on Tom's cock.
"What's this?" Tom said when I lit up my pipe.
"Don't you know?" Charlie asked. "That's Naomi's pipe."
I laughed and blew a blue cloud at Tom while he shook his head.
In Tom's apartment Tom mixed another drink for us.
"When did you first know you were so cock-happy, Naomi? A brother? Some kid in school?"
"Didn't have a brother, Yes, you might say in school-dancing school. I started taking lessons when I was about eight or nine. The classes were mixed, boys and girls, and I couldn't keep my eyes off the fascinating bulges between their legs. It raised hell with my trying to dance."
"You did more than look even then, I'll bet." Charlie laughed. "Did you rope and spread-eagle one of them?"
"Nope. Sitting on the steps waiting for class to start one day a boy made a crack about how white my legs were. He wanted to know if I was like that all over. I told him I'd show him. So, we skipped out and went back to the gym lockers at the grade school. He was bug-eyed when I took my panties down and let him look all he wanted. I took his little prick out, and watched it grow in my hand. It was fascinating. It still is."
"Christ, let's not just talk about it. You've got me hot." Tom started taking off his shirt and tie. "I want to see that whiteness, too. Take that damn dress off."
"How come you're turning into the masterful male all of a sudden? You're a great guy the way you were. Don't start any goddam ordering with me. I may want it, but keep in mind you're sure as hell not buying it."
"What do you expect when you start teasing-some horse-shit romance? You want to get laid, so get ready for it."
Charlie broke in quickly. "Take it easy, Tom. You aren't talking to some two-bit whore. It's an equal rights deal these days. That man superior crap has had it. Anyway, we're here as friends, give and take, isn't that the idea?"
"You're right, both of you. I guess I got a little worked up from the liquor. I'm sorry, Naomi."
"Show me."
"Show you? How?"
"Get your clothes off."
I looked into Charlie's round eyes staring at us.
"You, too, Charlie, if you want to."
I undressed in the bedroom and spread out on top of the cover, waiting for the two, full cocks following me. Tom threw himself down beside me and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. Charlie climbed up and pressed his perfect little prick against the other.
"Like my pussy, Tom?"
"Love it and you know it."
"Then get down and lick it. Spread me open and lick the juice from me. Let me feel your tongue up and down it."
"I want to fuck you, Naomi. I want to feel your cunt pulling on this hard-on."
"Pull on it with your hand while you suck me off. Maybe we'll even turn the lights off after a while."
I was really wet now as Tom pressed his mouth between my wide-open thighs and started lapping the hot lubricant that would have made an easy, full-length entrance for the throbbing dick he held in one hand. He was begging for it now and knowing that added to the thrill his tongue was sending into me.
Charlie's cock eagerly pressed into a nipple, his little balls moving over the roundness underneath. He straddled me and I put my open mouth against his belly.
"Do whatever you want, Charlie, anyway you want. Just let me feel it's hard beat." He brought it to my lips.
"Your mouth is like Florie's cunt. Make it tight, Naomi so I can fuck it. Like that. Do you like me to push it between your lips? Keep your eyes open and watch it go all the way. Is it against your throat? Yes, I can feel it. Try to swallow it. Good-good, your throat's pulling on the head. That's one thing I can give you that big pricks can't-a full mouth-fuck."
I could sense the frenzy that Tom was building in himself and me. He was searching every bit of my open pussy from the top of the mound to the vagina. His suctioning lips settled on the clitoris and pulled until I was in a red whirlpool of feeling. I wanted to cry out but couldn't with Charlie's cock beating into my throat.
"Keep it tight, Naomi, tight. It's going to blow. Get it all the way back."
I raised my cunt higher to Tom as the climax started racing through every nerve. The sound of it was stopped by Charlie's semen filling my throat. I swallowed it and sucked for more to meet the passion bursting inside me.
Charlie took his cock-deeply reddened by my tongue-from me and lay back on the bed.
I reached for the table lamp and turned it off.
Tom's face moved up my belly to my tits and paused.
"Now, Naomi? For god's sake, I have to put it in."
"Now, Tom, fuck me now-in the dark."
He rammed it full strength into my wetness and its round head pounded the door of my uterus. With a gasp, he came and came deep in me.
It's wonderful, I thought, dreamlike: the beautiful, hot, hard, never satisfied pricks will always want me. It will never end.
Chapter 11
I woke up Sunday morning and looked into the bright, warm sunshine just beyond the shade of the windows over-hang. The world was waiting for me, Naomi, to come join it. It was good, meantime, to lie there naked and stretch like a basking animal. I felt great.
A soft "click" and a burst of light in the room made me jerk my head to what seemed to be the center of the flash. Bill was standing near the foot of the bed, smiling under his mustache and slowly lowering a camera from in front of his face.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Breaking in a brand new one I bought for just such great views. Full color, too. You couldn't have posed better-spread arms and legs, taut tits and waiting pussy. Oughta be quite a picture."
"And I suppose you're going to send it out to be developed. Just who do you think will-the corner drug store?"
"No sweat. I bought the other stuff too-paper, developer, chemicals, pan-the works. Used to be a hobby of mine some years back. Only I didn't get shots like this. I'll give you a copy, eight by ten."
"So where do I put it? On the mantelpiece or on top of the piano? Look, I don't mind posing for a voyeur but not for his camera."
"Don't worry. From the angle I got it your face won't show. You were looking toward the window and your hair covered the profile. If you feel like it, why don't we take some more now?"
"No, not now. Later, maybe. Only one thing-I want to check every damn print you make."
"Agreed. Wait'll you see them. I'm pretty good with this. It's one of the best German makes."
"I hope it gives you many cozy evenings by the fireside while you jerk off."
The phone rang and he went out to answer it. I could hear him mumbling some questions and telling whoever it was to hold on. He came back to the bedroom.
"It's for you. A girl."
Now, who the hell could that be on a Sunday morning. For some reason, Fran came to mind. It was. Low voice and all.
"Say, the guy who answered the phone has a real sexy voice."
"He just breathes heavy sometimes. Wait'll you see him-tall, dark, handsome. A real Gregory Prick."
"That would be nice for a change. Candy and I were sitting here wondering what you were doing. If nothing, how about dropping over for awhile?"
"Sounds fine, but Bill and I are just lounging around. Why don't you two come here? Bill has a new hobby you might like." He heard me and grinned. "It's something to do. You have the address."
"We'll be there, honey. Just hang loose."
Bill looked eager. "Anyone I know?"
"No. A couple of swinging gals I met some time ago. They'll surprise you, I think. Lesbians, although one likes to switch over to men sometimes- at least she says so. The other's never been with a man."
"Christ! That could make some great shots. I've got ten rolls of film. Suppose they'd go for it?"
"I think Fran will, and Candy will do whatever she says."
"How about you? Have you got in their act?"
"I like sex-S-E-X-anyway it comes. A stiff cock is still my number one meat. Muff-diving's a little different, but damn good. You should know that."
"How would I know? I've never sucked a cock."
"Oh, horse shit, Bill. I've seen you do it."
"Maybe on too many drinks-once or twice."
"Two scotches and water? Remember-"
"Okay, never mind. It wasn't as good as pussy."
"All depends how you look at it. Right?"
"Right. Leave it at that. When are they coming over?"
"They're probably on the way now. You don't have to dress for an occasion, either. The bathrobe's fine-for awhile, anyway." I reached to his pajama bottoms and patted his pecker. "Can't tell-they might even want that."
About a half hour later I answered their ring at the door. Fran bounced in with Candy beside her.
"Are we too early? Maybe you wanted to stay in bed and sleep-or something."
"No," I laughed, "it's about eleven. Here's Bill."
He came, slipper-shuffling from the kitchen. I gave him their first names.
"Coffee-breakfast?"
"We've had that," Fran said and smiled. "Could use a little relaxer, though." She glanced at the bar.
"Sure. What land?"
"Vodka and juice would be great."
Bill set up four glasses and started mixing.
The two girls sat on the couch, their cream-colored legs stretching out from miniskirts. Fran saw me looking at them and smiled, pleased and knowing. Bill brought the drinks over. She took hers and swallowed half of it.
"Naomi tells me you have a new hobby?"
"Photography. Stills in color. I've been away from it for some time."
"Oh, art stuff. Landscapes, portraits, design, that stuff."
"Not exactly what he has in mind," I broke in. Eroticism, I think it's called."
"Oh, that could get interesting. What do you do with them-sell them?"
I burst out laughing at the mental image of Bill peddling French, underground art.
"No, he just likes to look at them. Strictly a private collection. Maybe sometime was could help him build it up."
Fran looked at Candy. "Why not? But, who would want her face on something like that? God knows who might get hold of it."
"He doesn't give a damn about the face."
Bill nodded. "I shoot angles." He held up his two hands to demonstrate. "Nobody could be identified. Then there's always the stocking mask, cut for a mouth opening."
"You like the mouth bit. Did Naomi tell you about us?"
"Not much except you're lovers."
"What does that do for you?"
"Plenty. I like to watch."
I was warming up to the idea. "That's right, Fran. It's his thing. He can get his rocks off that way."
Bill squirmed a bit in the chair, and shrugged.
"You have your ways, too. That's what makes it all worth the game. The same old man-woman routine would get pretty damn dull."
Fran looked directly at him. "Two conditions: we get copies of the prints and burn the negatives."
"That's fair enough. I'll make enlargements. I've got all the stuff. Some new, some I've had. When?"
"Why not now? None of us have to go anyplace. If Naomi has a couple of stockings. I like that idea." Fran turned to Candy. "It's psychological."
I got three stockings and a pair of scissors and trimmed them with a knot and a mouth opening. Bill was setting up a Strobe light, on a tripod.
Candy had her face buried in Fran's neck, softly kissing her, while the older girl unbuttoned the back of her blouse and slid it off her soft, white shoulders.
"Look, Naomi's already taken her robe off."
I threw the light robe over a chair and sat on the other side of Candy. They eased out of their clothes. Bill was watching us with a pleasure he couldn't hide.
Fran looked over at Bill and then at Candy.
"You've seen a man's prick before, haven't you, honey?"
"Once or twice, but that's all. I just saw it fast."
"What are you all bundled up for?" Fran asked Bill.
Without a word, he took off the robe and pajamas. Candy stared fascinated at his half-limp cock. He came over to me and I took it in my hand.
"When it gets hard hell want it fucked or sucked. Any volunteers?"
Bill pulled back. "What the hell am I-a lesson in sex education? When I get a real hard-on you can take turns with it. Right now, let's get some pictures. Spread your legs so I can get all three cunts in good. Now, just go ahead and forget me. I'll get the shots."
We put the stocking masks on at Candy's urging. "Somehow, it does feel safer."
I lifted one of her breasts in my cupped hand. Fran and she were lightly fingering each other's mounds. I could hear Fran whisper something and Candy leaned over and drew one of my nipples into her tender mouth, and reached for the other. Her hand glided down to my clitoris. She had been taught by an expert, Fran.
"Between my legs, Candy, go between my legs with your tongue. Do it to me like Fran. Put your beautiful lips against my cunt and lick me."
Her mouth trailed down me slowly, tantalizing at each touch, until she was kneeling between my open thighs and kissing her way to the wetness there. Fran tormented my begging tits with her hands while she murmured:
"Candy's never done that to anyone but me. Is she good? Feel how soft her tongue is and how lightly she sucks at you. Whatever you want, she'll do it."
"Lick harder. Spread me. I want her fingers in my openings. Like that-god, like that! I can't stand any more. It's exploding!"
Fran started sucking wildly at one tit and squeezing the other. I knew vaguely, in the tearing force of orgasm, that I was thrusting myself to them for more-more-until they squeezed the last drop of passion out of me.
Bill was all around us, the light a reflection of my own heat.
"Great, Naomi, great. We got it all. You sure were hot. His cock was asking for it now. Candy, back on the couch, looked at it again.
"I'm hot, too. I want to try that-that cock."
Fran looked at her in surprise. "But you never have. It's not as good as a cunt for you and me."
"I don't know. I've never had one. You opened me for it. How will I ever know if I don't try it?"
She spoke to Bill without taking her eyes off his stiffened cock. "You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
"Of course not." He was getting really excited now, a small, petite, virgin pussy was asking him to screw it.
"He won't hurt you, honey," I told her. "That's one thing about Bill-he doesn't like hurting. Spoils the fun."
Bill went over to her, took her hand and put it around his penis.
"Let's take it in the bedroom. Can you take a couple of pictures, Naomi?"
"Sure." I picked up the camera and followed them. Fran stayed silently where she was.
In the bedroom, Bill lay on the bed beside Candy.
"Have you ever felt one before?"
"No."
"Then hold mine. Like that. Now squeeze it. Move your hand up and down. Hold my nuts. Show her, Naomi."
I had taken a couple of pictures and put the camera down.
"Like this, Candy. Rub his balls and feel his shaft all the way to the tip. See? It gets even harder. Now put your lips on it-on the end." She hesitated. "It likes to be licked just as much as your clit does. Look. Like this." I ran my tongue from Bill's balls up the sides of his cock and took the head in my mouth. "Like that. You'll want it in you when you've sucked it a little. You might as well find out now that a man's cock can do things to you another cunt can't."
She started pulling with a tight mouth on Bill while he thrust up to her for more. Her belly muscles were contracting. She was ready now, for the first time for the size and feel and need of a hard prick. Throwing herself on the bed, eyes closed, cunt raised, she murmured, beggingly:
"I want to be fucked. Put it in me. Show me what it feels like. Screw me, Bill, screw me now."
He moved on top of her and eased his cock into the moist, hot, waiting cunt. I think he enjoyed taking his time, hearing the little moaning sounds Candy made each time he pushed into her virginity-opened, thanks to Fran, for his full length. I took more pictures of it sinking in right up to his balls.
"Wait-wait-it's too big," Candy gasped. Bill paused, letting her vagina measure and adjust to the size of its guest.
He could wait no longer and started the slowly increasing thrusts into her.
Perspiration of her new lust lay on her forehead and upper lip. "Why didn't I know it was like this? Harder, now, harder-fill me with everything you've got. Hard-hard!"
Bill was driving his glistening prick with a force that inched her up the bed. He jammed spasmodically as his balls tightened to shoot sperm into her.
"God-god-god-do it-do it!" She convulsed with a scream of climax as Bill pushed his semen deeper into the pit of her belly. Small, breathy, animal sounds of pleasure came from her open, trembling lips.
Fran was standing expressionless in the doorway.
"I guess I'm glad she finally knows. She had to sometime. Maybe it'll give us more together. Who can tell?"
I smiled at her-at Candy-and at Bill, and took the roll of film from the camera.
Chapter 12
I looked around the place. Nothing ever changed. The furniture, the pictures, the lamps, always the same. Nothing ever moved. Nothing different. Everything lined up like Main Street. Christ, if we were going to have our friends swinging we should give them more of a setting than this. More glamorous, more colorful, more exotic-erotic.
I felt like a million bucks going over the whole place in my mind. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote it all down-everything: carpets, furniture, lighting, walls, additions. It would cost more than the house was worth, but, what the hell, we had to have the setting for some first-class screwing. Sometimes the right background could give me a wet pussy as fast as a good feel.
I wasn't expecting anybody when the doorbell rang, but there stood Charlie and the daintiest little beauty of a girl I'd ever seen. She was taller than Charlie but definitely a midget. From what he had told me I'd expected a very short girl. Florie, though, was one of his own-little people in an out-sized world. I brought her in by the hand.
"Florie-at last! Charlie's been talking of nothing else but your coming down here."
"She's really something, isn't she, Naomi? You two will get along great."
"We three, Charlie. You'll see."
"She just got in this afternoon. We went down to the courthouse for a marriage license and came here."
"You mean you two are going through with the whole bit-a wedding? Jesus!"
"Why not? We're right for each other all the way-love and sex."
Florie smiled and her blue eyes seemed to shower him with little flecks of light.
"He's a little A-bomb when he's worked up." She turned to me. "But you know that. Charlie told me how you raped him-or was it roped?"
"He came back for more."
"Why not? He's all man and when it's thrown at him he doesn't duck. I wouldn't either-if it were a way I could handle it. Charlie and I know and want each other-and we share the fringe benefits. Besides, he can't give it to you like he can me."
"You look like a dream, Florie, and you're solid as concrete. I like that. How about a drink-relax. You've had quite a day."
She nodded when I went to the bar. "A little bourbon would be fine. You know the reason Charlie and I came here first? He doesn't have his own apartment yet, and we wanted some place to fuck. We haven't had it since he left New York."
"For god's sake, Florie, we've only got in the house. You don't have to come right out with it so fast."
"Why not? It's true, isn't it? From what you've told me about Naomi I think she'd like us to be honest. Wouldn't you, Naomi?"
"Hell, yes. I'd have suggested it a little later anyway. You know, men really don't know how to come to the point like we do." I handed them the small glasses of bourbon.
"Bill will be home soon. There are three bedrooms. Take your choice."
I had a mental picture of Charlie pumping his juice into her and the familiar ache started in my belly. I wanted it now as much as she did.
"Mind if I go in the room with you?"
A frown flickered over Charlie's brow. "We wanted to be alone-first time together in several months."
"You'll have a lot of time with just the two of you. You've got me so damn hot now I couldn't stay out here knowing what you were doing in there. I won't bother you. Let me watch. I can get it later from Bill."
"I don't mind." Florie shook the blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. "Sometimes three or four watched at Mama's place. Some of the customers wanted that. They especially liked it if they knew I was watching. Mama said they got a thrill out of a kid-size girl seeing the size of their organs. I did get worked up when they'd take their pants off-even though I couldn't handle anything like that. Not till Charlie." She pressed her delicate little hand against the fly of his trousers. "It's waiting for me, isn't it, darling?"
"It can't wait much longer, either. I don't give a damn who watches as long as you work it off. It won't take long this first time, Florie, but think of all the time we're going to have to explore every bit of sex we can dream up."
"Don't apologize, lover. You've been waiting even though Naomi took some of it out of you. Does he taste good, Naomi?"
"Wonderful. I'm sure you know that."
"Did you suck him off good? Maybe I'll show you sometime how he likes it. Men aren't all the same, you know. They have different ways they like you to do it. Mama says when they're paying for it, they don't hesitate to tell you what they want-tight mouth, hard sucking, loose and wet, tongue, nibbling, balls swallowing, open mouth-on, lots more. Sometimes I can climax just doing what Charlie wants."
"How do you know so much about what they want? Charlie told me your mother wouldn't let men near you. They could hurt you."
"She wouldn't-I couldn't-let them screw me, but, for a very special price, and only certain ones, she let me fellate them-blow them. I could never get more than just the head, but they liked it. With Charlie it's all the way."
Charlie slid off the couch and went into the small bedroom. Florie, with a tinkling laugh, followed him.
I went to the bar and poured another short drink. Give them time to get undressed, I thought, and they won't even know whether I'm there or not. I noticed they had left the door open.
Charlie's prick was standing straight up in Florie's hand when I entered the room. Florie was rubbing her small, full breasts over it. Her nipples were tiny rosebuds, wet and shiny with the early fluid from his cock.
"I've got to fuck you now, Florie." He was panting out his lust. "I've got to shove it in you."
"Do it hard, Charlie. Put your prick in deep- my cunt's been begging for so long-so long."
Her creamy thighs spread wide. Her tiny cunt, blonde hair glistening with its own desire, opened for him. He arched over her and pushed the purple end of his dick into her vagina.
"Don't wait-put it all in." She reached down, and, grasping his balls, pulled them to the open lips.
"Fuck, Charlie, fuck like you want to. Ah-ah- hard-open up the other end. Shoot it into my womb. Feel it? Feel it pushing in? It'll suck you. I'm coming with you, love, fill me-give me with all of it."
Charlie was driving in and out with frantic piston-like force. It was setting me wild with a desire that could have brought me to a climax. I could feel deep in me what Florie was getting.
Charlie's cock was a gleaming blur forcing its hardness into her. His back bowed in a spasm as his semen spurted and mixed with the wetness around it. Florie's shrill, little scream mingled with the soft, suctioning sound of his cock still pumping its load.
Gasp to gasp, they rode out the fulfillment of their ecstasy.
I went to the bathroom and dried my cunt. Bill-somebody-fuck me now. God, I have to have it-NOW! I went back to the living room and waited. Charlie and Florie came out-still naked.
Charlie grinned. "I told her you wouldn't want us to dress."
They clambered up on the couch, and Florie held his now limber prick in her hand-her diminutive tits rising and falling from their exercise.
"And I told him, only if you take off your clothes too, Naomi."
"I damn near came watching you. It was great. You both really wanted it bad. But, I guess I'll have to wait for Bill. He doesn't work it up very fast. A voyeur takes time. And I'm dying for it." I began unzipping my blouse.
"I'd like to feel your cunt." Florie glanced at Charlie. "I've seen a hundred, but I've never touched one. It would be so much bigger than mine-big enough for a bull-cock. I mean-" she flushed with embarrassment for the first time, "I mean, that's what we call a full-size man's prick."
"Yes." I wanted her hands-or Charlie's-or anything on and in me. "Yes. I want you to touch it."
They sat silently-their eyes watching me for the few moments it took to get out of my clothes. I wanted them to see my body stripped-sex on the grand scale.
Florie leaned toward Charlie, kissed him, and drifted her mouth down to his penis where she took it between her lips.
"That's the best," she said, reassuring him her interest in me was mostly curiosity. "Let's all go back to the bedroom."
I lay down on the bed, the dry heat of desire burning through me, waiting for a touch, anything, for release. She bounced up beside me and Charlie sat on the other pillow beside my head.
"Look at my little cunt, Naomi." She knelt across my face. "See how it would be just right for Charlie? Put your finger in it. It's still full of semen, but it's tight, isn't it? That's why it's right for his prick. It surrounds it and squeezes and pulls on it. Spread your legs-wide."
She moved down between them and spread the labia.
"It's like mine but big. Can you feel my finger in it? No? It's all the way in. But you're wide and waiting for something to fill you. Charlie can't. You need a long, thick dick to do you any good. Maybe like this."
I felt what seemed to be a cock entering me, its head searching its way slowly into my vagina. It was drier, harder and not as hot. I glanced at Charlie. He was watching, fascinated. It kept moving into me, and it was as good as anything a man had ever put in.
"How does it feel, Naomi? It's a nice, big one for you, and you're getting it good and wet. And there's more."
"Her arm's in you," Charlie murmured. "Almost to the elbow. She's going to fuck you with her arm, Naomi."
"I don't care, it's wonderful, do it. Tell her to screw me, Charlie, like you would."
Florie didn't seem to hear.
"Start fucking me, Florie." My voice sounded loud and high in my ears and it didn't stop. "Now-NOW-"
"There. It's in up to my elbow now. Want me to try for more, Naomi? No? Do you have enough in you? If I open my hand I could feel the stretched end of your vagina. Like that."
Her fingers were moving inside me, searching the very depths of my cunt until they couldn't probe any farther.
"There's another opening up there, Naomi. In-THERE. My finger's in your uterus. How does it feel?"
"Better than anything in the world. Please-please fuck it!"
"You know, if I hooked my finger in there and pulled back hard-it could tear you open."
I froze. My god, she was getting even in her way for Charlie. The passion drained from me. I was afraid to move.
"I didn't hurt Charlie, Florie. I didn't hurt him."
"But he didn't know that. He didn't know what the hell you were going to do to him, did he? He felt like you do now. You don't know."
"That's enough, Florie." Charlie broke in. "She never intended to hurt me. God, if I'd known this was what you had in mind I'd never have come here. Let her alone now."
Florie laughed. "I'm not going to hurt her. I just thought she should know what it felt like to be afraid of what the big people can do to those like us. Now she knows."
Her hand closed inside.
"Relax, Naomi. My arm's as wet as a prick. It'll give you a good lay."
She moved it in and out of me, and the lust returned with the increasing tempo of the strokes. Charlie's hot mouth was pulling at my nipples-his hands squeezing my tits to lift them higher.
Now it was right-and the room filled with a cry-mine-of release.
Florie slowly took her arm out of me. Through half-closed eyes, I watched her wiping it on Charlie's pubic hair.
"I won't need Naomi's juice anymore," she laughed. "You know something, darling? You know what we've done? We've just fucked a giant!"
It was late evening. Charlie and Florie were gone. Bill hadn't come home yet-a meeting or a date or something. That's his business, not mine.
I wanted to get high. I felt I had slipped down off a cloud somehow. The damned world was getting dark and gloomy, and my head hurt.
When the phone rang I wasn't sure for a moment it wasn't just the jangling I felt in my brain. I picked up the receiver.
"Hi, Naomi-O, guess who?"
Oh, Christ, not that!
But it was someone I liked. Mac!
"Hi, Mac."
"Honey, everything's all set for you to come on up to the convention. Tell you all about it when you get here. How about that? Great, huh?"
"Mac, you couldn't have come through at a better time. It really is-great."
"Okay. When you get in, take a morning flight-when you get in call my room. I'll be waiting for you at the hotel."
I wrote down the number.
"Mac, maybe I love you. See you tomorrow."
Chapter 13
The happy conventioneers, freed for a short time of striving for orders, filled the lobby with their loud greetings and bags and stories of their flights. I stood in the check-in line with my bag and the Naomi juice was gushing.
"Naomi-o! I've been looking for you. How was your flight?"
"Mac, baby. Oh god, I was stacked up with the dreamiest guy for three hours over O'Hare. What a trip!"
A flicker of jealousy lit his eye, but he smiled genially. "Just don't forget what you're here for, huh?"
"I know-lots of fucking."
Mac looked around quickly. "Look, soon as you're settled, come to my suite and we'll go to the first event. You barely made it in time for the cocktail party. Let me write down my room number." He folded my hand over the slip of paper. "Christ, your hand's ice cold."
"That's because I'm so excited, Mac."
"You look wonderful."
"Those orgasms over O'Hare helped."
"Shhhh, Naomi." He looked around again in his nervous way.
As soon as we were in my room I dived at Mac and started kissing his face all over.
Tap-tap-tap.
Damn! Now what? A fairly attractive bell boy at the door held a telegram on a tray.
"Miss Naomi Wilder? Telegram."
What in the world? I dropped coins on the tray and opened the yellow envelope. THE BLACK AND LEES SALES PROMOTION DEPARTMENT ANNOUNCES A BIG SURPRISE AT TOMORROW MORNING'S MEETING IN THE SURPRISE GUARANTEES-REPEAT GUARANTEES-BIGGER AND BETTER SALES FOR YOU."
Mac watched me read the telegram. "How's that for excitement?" I dropped the paper and went back to his lips, which I found more exciting.
"Never mind bigger sales, Mac. I can make my sales as big as I like. Now fuck me, baby."
"Okay, but we'll miss the cocktail party."
"Fuck the cocktail party." I took off my clothes.
We missed the cocktail party completely, but made it to the opening night banquet. It was my first convention, and I couldn't believe that we were expected to sit there while the chairman of the board made an asinine speech. I signaled to Mac to think of an escape for us, but he let me down. My napkin was on my lap, my hand under it, tickling lightly. That helped to pass the time until at last I noticed chairs scraping back.
"How about coming up to my room?" Mac murmured in my ear.
"Just let me run up and slip into something comfortable."
"Please face the front of the car," the idiot elevator speaker kept saying over and over. Then this dark young man stepped in.
"Please face the front of the car. Please face the front of the car."
"Oh sh-I mean sugar. I missed my stop. That damn voice made me forget where I was going."
The man's dark eyes stabbed into mine. "The voice isn't for you. Don't hear it." Of course. How simple. What a musical voice he had-and what magnetism!
And that's the last thing I remember. I swear to god, everything after that's a blank. I'm in possession of the facts, but have no real memory of them. Dark Eyes went to my room and waited while I changed. We then went to his room. Sometime before breakfast I ended up in my own bed.
"Christ, Naomi, where were you all night? I was up about the whole time waiting for you and looking for you."
"Mac, I've never seen you mad at me before."
"Well, goddammit, you're not here to screw around-"
"What the hell am I here for then?"
"You're here to attend meetings and learn how to increase sales."
"I know how to increase sales, dummy. Just write a bigger order. While those other pikers are attending meetings I could be sitting here in my room writing orders."
"Would you say that again?" Mac's face looked pale.
"Besides there were no meetings last night."
"Well, there is this morning-the big surprise-come on."
In the elevator Mac was on edge. "Stop talking back to that speaker, Naomi, and listen to me. What do you mean you could stay in your room and write orders?"
"Please face the front of the car, please face the front of the car," I mimicked.
Mac's trouble was he was not at all well. I think he was actually sick-the way he acted-for the rest of the convention.
The Big Surprise that morning surprised me more than anybody else.
First Mr. Threeby, the sales promotion manager, gave a little talk about how sales were born right in our own heads. He said if we knew we were going to make sales we'd make them.
"He can say that again. I found that out," I said, nudging Mac. Mac scraped his feet around like he had ants in his socks.
"So to give you some extra special assistance to help you know you're going to sell-"
A blast of music accompanied the sudden dimming of lights. A single spot focused on the curtain on the platform, and the curtain slowly lifted.
"I give you-Hershel, the Hypnotist!"
I almost fell over. It was Dark Eyes himself sitting there.
I was too dazed to hear the rest of the announcement, but the way it turned out, any salesman who wanted could make an appointment with "Hershel," and get hypnotized into making more sales.
"Mac," I turned to him in confusion, "unless Hershel could hypnotize me into signing orders with both hands at once I really don't see where-" Mac pulled out a large white handkerchief and mopped his face. He was not being any help. Too damn nervous.
I tapped my pipe on my teeth and thought about it. And then rushed up to make my appointment. What could I lose? This time I intended remembering our date!
He set me up for his first appointment, and I was excused from meetings. There was one benefit right there!
When we were in the room, and Hershel had closed the door, I had the feeling that here's a guy who takes his time. His movements were deliberate, precise and no effort or motion was wasted.
"You know, Naomi, part of my work as a hypnotist, part time though it may be, is having a damn good knowledge of human psychology. Not the land you get a college degree for, but the land you're born with and develop. Know what I mean?"
"I think so. It makes a great salesman, too."
"It tells me now you're a nympho."
"Maybe I am. What's wrong with that? In a man they call it over-sexed and he's proud of it. Right?"
"Hell, I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. In fact, it's good-for the man, anyway. But, I think there's something more. You're either all the way up or all the way down. Right now you're half-way up or down, and sex can start you toward the peak again. That's where your clitoris comes in-it's a hypo."
"I think I've known that-and right now I need a shot. It doesn't have to be you."
"You know damn well it does. I'm here, and my prick is reaching. See?"
He pulled the zipper down and pulled out his cock.
"Taste it-and get those clothes off."
I sat on the bed and stared at the small slit in the center of the ruby-red head. It reflected the soft light of the table lamp as he brought it closer to my face and moved it slowly back and forth.
"Maybe I can hypnotize you with my cock. Just keep watching it-and wanting."
I grabbed it to my lips. Hypnotize, hell, this was it!
"Get undressed." He had his clothes off by the time my blouse and jacket were on the chair.
"Put it in your mouth again."
He held my head and pushed his burning cock back to my throat.
"Now, take the rest off-your bra. No, keep my dick in your mouth."
I strained to get the hooks out and finally threw it aside. The panties and stockings were harder, but he still held my head so his prick touched my throat.
"Now, lie down. No-sixty-nine. You see, Naomi, I can control my sensations-to make them last- and last. Self-hypnosis is easy. I want your finger in me-like that. Now, put my nuts in your mouth-one at a time. Yes, suck it back. Pull on it with your lips. Ahhhh-good!"
His balls were big and heavy-each one filled my mouth. I could feel the full shape of them with my tongue-more than I ever had before. Then I knew why. They were shaved! So, this was his thing. I liked it-no hair-just the soft skin stretched over each one as I took them in turn while he fingered all parts of my cunt.
"Lick my rod all up and down-from balls to tip. You like that, don't you, Naomi? I know, I can tell, you're getting wetter. When I come-not yet- I'm going to take your clit in my mouth. Just keep licking it-all the way."
I pushed my cunt toward him, almost begging for his mouth on it. I licked his cock almost frantically to make it come.
"Not yet, Naomi. You can start sucking now. I want you to taste it. No, just the end of it first-like that. See, Naomi, I don't want it in your cunt-just in your mouth. I want that from any girl. It's the most personal, intimate sex you can have. There- now-as much in your mouth as you can get-tighten your lips and cheeks and-suck me off."
I worked on it harder than I ever had before. He moaned in the ecstasy of what I was doing, but he was waiting, prolonging, enjoying it to the full. I did everything I knew for him-pushing the skin back tight with my lips-pushing it back into my throat and releasing it-spreading the little opening with the tip of my tongue-pressing the head tightly against the roof of my mouth-swallowing saliva and making a hot, dry suction around it. But he wouldn't come. I raised my head away from it for a moment.
"Please come. I can't wait. Lick my cunt now- please don't hold it."
"Don't stop. Get back on my prick-dammit- suck!"
I turned my head so I could run my tongue hard over the glans and pulled his foreskin back tight. It would have hurt most men but he loved it.
"Do that and I'll come for you, Naomi. You want to taste it filling your mouth, don't you? Show me how much you want me to come in your mouth."
I sucked as hard as I could until my jaws and cheeks ached.
"I'm going to feed you now, Naomi, hold it while you give me your cunt."
His lips pulled my hot clitoris between them. The climax shredded every nerve while he shot spurt after spurt of semen into my throat. I swallowed and lay back exhausted.
"When you can, Naomi, rub some vaseline on my cock. It feels a little raw now. You'll find a jar on the table."
I couldn't speak, but got the ointment and smoothed it over the still swollen, dark red head of his prick.
"You're good, damn, you're good. So many can't keep it up as long as that. And I'm glad I could help give you a lift back up."
A trace of mockery sounded in his voice. I didn't care. I had the cock I wanted.
Chapter 14
Bill met me at the airport in Miami-with a face about two yards long. He picked up my bags and didn't say a damn word until we were driving down Lejeune Road.
"Have fun at the convention?"
"Yes, some. It was different. Chicago's different."
"I'm glad you're back."
"You missed me that much?"
"I was-I am-worried about you."
"Whatever for? I can take care of myself."
"I used to think so. Now, I don't know."
"Why? What happened while I was gone?"
"Not just while you were gone-it's something I've been noticing for quite a while. Let's talk about it when we get home."
We finished the trip in a silence that was beginning to sit on me like a rock. Maybe Hershel was right. Everything was way up or way down. (Did he mean just me?) Know what depression feels like? All the blood and guts are draining out of you, and in the gray world not a single, fucking, goddam thing makes any difference. There's nothing-and dying is the only happiness left. It's like trying to scream for help in a black and freezing wasteland when you have no voice. Know what I mean? The hell with it.
When we got in the house I flopped on the couch and lit up my pipe. If Bill wanted to say something let him say it and get it over with. Just leave me alone. He took some papers out of the desk at one end of the room and threw them down in front of me on the coffee table. So?
"What about these?"
"What about them? Paper."
"Paper, hell, Naomi. They're a couple of thousand dollars worth of bills you ran up on credit cards-and you can't pay them!"
"So I can't pay them. They're not important. It's things I needed for business."
"Horse-shit, Naomi. That little piss-hole of a job you have doesn't need more than a gallon of gas and a fifty-cent lunch."
"Bill-go pound them up your ass."
He picked them up and put them back in the desk drawer.
"I'm sorry. Look. I run scared when it comes to spending money I don't have and can't get." He looked at me like he was going to cry. "That's not what I wanted to talk about anyway."
So? He was nervous as a bitch in heat.
"I have a friend, Allen Westburg, a psychiatrist. I've talked to him several times-about you. You-need help, Naomi. He can give it to you if you'll just go in and talk to him."
"Why? Do you think I'm nuts?"
"I don't-you're not yet. I mean you just need some-advice. Naomi! Stop puffing on that stupid pipe and listen to me!"
I wanted to get to bed-to lie down-to get away by myself. When I started for the bedroom he became querulous.
"Where are you going? I want to talk to you, Naomi. Come back and let's talk for awhile. Do you hear me?"
"Bill, why don't you go watch Dr. what-his-name fuck himself?"
I closed the bedroom door. Bill knew what that meant.
Lying naked in bed helped a little, but not much. There was a whimpering need for- something-somebody. You. That's why I'm saying this-here-now. You can give me the something even though I'm not with you. Yet.
If I pull the covers down a little you can see my tits, lover. They're full and round, and my nipples are standing up for your mouth. I'll lift them to you. Here-suck them-I can almost feel it. You want to play with my cunt now? It's yours. I'll put my finger in it for you. It's wet-and hot-and wanting. God, I wish you could screw me! I need your cock. Please-take your pants off and let me see it. Yes-I know-it's getting big and hard. If I could only hold it for you! You're not here-you can't come in me-but I can help you-help you. Your hand is my hand-see?
Pull the skin back slowly past the head. Circumcised? Pull it down over the hard, lovely ridges. Look how red and swollen it is! The little mouth is opening and waiting to shoot its load of come for me. No! Don't hold it in your fist yet. Feel it like I would. (If only you could suck it like I want to!) Put your thumb and forefinger around the sac of your balls-pull them down and away from you. Feel how firm they are? I like that- that's what I would do for you if I could. Pull harder and rub them with the other three fingers. Men have told me they like that-it makes the hard-on last. See? It's sticking straight up now.
If only you could lay me!
Now, feel under your nuts with the other hand. How tight your ass-hole is! All the muscles are getting ready to shoot it for me. But, not yet-let me dream about you. Dream? No, you're here.
Wet your fingertips with the sticky dew coming out of the end of your pecker. (I always liked that word-it pecks its way into my vagina before it rams me.)
Now smear your juice over the head. Feels good under your fingers, doesn't it? You know, most girls don't understand that a man's cock is so sensitive. I've learned from loving them so much. You don't want to just shove it in and come in a couple of seconds, do you? You want it teased and felt and kissed.
It's even harder now, lover, and your balls are tightening. Pull them down. (If I could only do it for you!)-and hold the juicy sperm back. Spread your legs wide apart so I can see all that's hanging there-feel it for me-from your ass all the way to the tight end of your long, hard cock. It's beautiful-wonderful.
Think of me-think of my full tits wanting you to suck them-think of my pink, open cunt begging for your prick to fill it. Take your big, hot prick in your hand now-easy, don't squeeze too hard-and point it to me. Up and down-slowly-from your balls up to the tip-one thousand, two thousand, three-make your hard-on last a little longer-four-five-
I know you can't wait! Squeeze it hard now-all the way up and down-feel it's hard length for me. Its hard sides are standing out now, aren't they? Feel your balls with my-your other hand. They're pulling up into you-ready to trigger your come.
Harder now-squeeze harder-pull it all the way up and down-I want to see the yellow-white semen come out of you.
Faster-faster-let me see it squirt from you! It's started-you're coming-more-more-MORE! There!
Rub your dick with it now-and your balls-your cock-your nuts-your prick-Relax, lover, and think of me-Naomi-I'll always be with you. I've come, too.
Chapter 15
Ever come out of the mist of sleep feeling better? The night helped. I walked to the kitchen bare-assed naked, wishing my dream would come true. My hands brushed my body, feeling for the sticky wetness of semen on me. It wasn't there, but the juice from between my legs told me it was real-as real as anything.
I glanced at the clock: six-thirty. Old hard-nose Bill wouldn't be up yet. The hell with it, I wasn't going to wait around for more of his whining. Maybe he should see his friend the shrink and stop keeping me locked up in this damn house.
There lay Mac's special delivery about severing me from the company. The rat was going to hold all commissions until they found out which orders I had signed. Shit! He had been happy enough when I first gave them to him.
It was drizzling lightly outside. I grabbed a rain coat. There was a humid warmth in the rain as I walked down the vacant street. Too early for anyone to be around this neighborhood. I let the coat flap open and the dampness felt good on my flesh.
There seemed no end to walking-just step by step down the long block-going nowhere.
Some guy went past in a pick-up truck and almost took the curb. I flapped the coat at him, but he didn't stop. Maybe he couldn't get a hard-on in a truck-in the rain-in the early morning. Or maybe he'd had it all night.
Walk and walk and the whole damn world was chicken-shit gray.
I'd been on the street about twenty minutes, I guess, when a car pulled up beside me, tires squealing. It was Bill.
"For god's sake, Naomi, get in the car. What the hell are you doing out here naked in the rain?"
"Would it be all right if it wasn't raining? Get away from me-get back home to your bills!"
He grabbed my arm with one hand and tried to close up the rain coat with the other. I tried to aim a kick at his nuts, but he swung his leg up and threw his arms around me. I didn't know he was such a strong bastard.
Half dragging, pulling and pushing, he heaved me into the front seat, forcing my left arm up my back until I thought it would break. When I struggled he pushed harder. He swung the car around with one hand-heading back for the house.
"For god's sake, let me go. You're twisting my arm off I"
"Behave, then."
"Okay." I tried to jerk my arm away. He held it firm.
"I don't trust you."
He held me until we got in the living room before he let go. I grabbed the table lamp, ready to brain him when he back-handed me to the floor.
"Don't make me do things like that, Naomi. But I will till you come to your senses. What were you trying to do out there-get back in jail? The judge warned you, remember. It would be a lot longer this time. It's a damn good thing I woke up when I did."
What the hell's the use? I was tired, and there was the bedroom. Good night, Bill, go back to your lousy little world.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed-to bed-there's a dream waiting."
"Good. I'll get you something to help you rest."
I lay on the bed, my skin still glistening from rain and exercise. Bill came in with a stiff drink.
"That doesn't relax me and you know it. But I'll take it anyway."
"It'll relax you-with this."
There was a yellow capsule in the palm of his hand. One of his sleeping pills. I had taken one or two before. They worked in about fifteen minutes.
"You don't wash this down with whiskey."
"Once in a while-when you really need it. But, never more than one. You'll rest like a log."
I took the capsule with a swallow of the liquor, and lay back.
"I'm sorry I had to get rough, Naomi, but I don't want you in the jug again. You're pretty rough yourself when you're up tight."
"Forget it. Are you going to work?"
"Not today. I don't think I'd better leave you. We can talk some more when you wake up."
"You don't have to stay around here. I'm okay."
"I'll feel better being here."
Why talk? The liquor or the pill had me a little drowsy. He put his hand on my breast.
"When you're relaxed like that I love to watch you breathing and almost glowing. You're quite a beauty, you know. Mind if I sit here for awhile? You go ahead to sleep."
I closed my eyes and said nothing. Maybe I could sleep. He kept his hand on me for at least a full minute.
"Are you asleep?" Nothing-I just kept slow, even breathing-I was tired.
I felt his hand pushing up both my tits-gently, firmly. He reached down to my cunt and murmured to himself.
"You're wet, Naomi, and that's not rain."
I felt him rise from the bed and heard the rustling of the clothes he had thrown on in a hurry. He sat down again and took my hand.
"Hold my cock while you sleep, Naomi." He wrapped my fingers around its half limpness. "Doesn't that feel good?" He squeezed my hand over it, and moved it up and down. It got hotter and harder until he took it away.
"Now my balls, Naomi." He rubbed my hand over them. "Let them roll on your fingers. Are you sound asleep?"
I could feel myself in a part of last night's dream, not as real, with his murmuring telling me what to do.
"Here-take my cock again." He put it back in my hand and held my fingers around it with his thighs. His mouth went lightly to my nipples. I could feel them start to rise even though my body was drowsed and relaxed.
"Even in sleep you want it, don't you?" He grasped my hand again and started moving it up and down the length of his prick. It was hard and full. He moved to the end of the bed slowly taking one foot at a time and spreading my legs.
I wonder if that damn fool prince really kissed Sleeping Beauty or did he have enough sense to fuck her awake.
He mounted me and slid his cock into my cunt very slowly.
"That's the way I've wanted it, Naomi. Just slow and easy so I can feel you opening for it all the way in and not asking me to ram you and fuck hard. It's about half-way. Just keep dreaming about it. When you wake up you'll be full of come.
"Now-all the way-let it soak you a minute so it runs in and out of your tight, hot hole easy."
Nothing touched me but his prick deep and slowly screwing me. In-out-in-out- It warmed more than the drink and pill. This was what I needed-a drink and a pill and a constant cock.
"Your vagina's a lot tighter when you're not working for it, Naomi-dry and tight. I'm going to come in your cunt-and fill you with it-watch-I can see it-hot-I wish you could see-NOW-the red shaft of my cock filling your pink cunt- Ahhhh-god-aaaah-more-more-drain it-"
I had it in me-its load flooded me. When he pulled his dick out. I closed my legs in a sleep movement. I'd never been laid that quietly before. It wasn't good enough-just keeping a cock in and holding it for always was the best. Then it was gone again.
I opened my eyes and saw Bill quietly leaving the room. It was time for me to go, too. Some place where happiness is-where there were no "downs" and I could always be filled with everything I needed-no looking-no searching-no lays that were over almost as soon as they began.
I remember, vaguely drifting to the bar and pouring a full glass of whiskey and heading for the bathroom. On the way past I saw Bill stretched out on a bed asleep.
His bottle of capsules was in the medicine cabinet, the door still open as he had left it.
One-and a drink and a beautiful dream would come. Two? Why not? How long would the dream last with three? I washed them down with half the liquor. More of them lay golden in my cupped hand.
The bathroom door shuddered against the wall and the dream pills flew to the ceiling. There was a crash of glass on the floor. And Bill's voice:
"My god, Naomi, what are you trying to do? How many of those damn things did you take?"
He shook me. "How many? How many?"
"I think three."
"Are you sure? Did you swallow any more from that handful you had?"
"No. You knocked them away-and I needed them."
He picked me up and carried me back to bed.
"You stay there-I'm going to count those goddam pills."
He came right back, calmer. "Three-or four. I'm going to get the strongest fucking coffee you ever drank. Why-for god's sake, Naomi-WHY?"
I don't remember coffee-or anything-just soft, warm darkness.
Chapter 16
"You're no longer on the list, Bill. I've crossed you off my list of laying lovers, so don't plan on any more pussy from little ole Naomi."
Bill swung around a car with California plates, and an amused twitch flickered across his mouth. I'll amuse him!
"Not only that, but I've torn up the list-" this would get him-"I now have just one lover!" He glanced at me to see if I was serious. "It's someone you don't know!"
There was one way I could shock him to his computerized soul. The green bills in my wallet he had given me this morning for "comforts and pleasures" in the hospital. I took the money out of my purse and began shredding it. "I tore that lover list up just like this!"
Honey, that green confetti stopped old Bill in his tracks. I mean that man pulled over and rammed on the brakes. I thought he would have a heart attack.
"Naomi, let me have that money. I'll give it to the doctor to keep for you."
Bill isn't a bad wrestler, as I'd found out before. He finally got his fucking money away from me, what was left of it. The green crumbs he put in his pocket. That's Bill! He didn't look very cheerful before, and now he looked downright beaten.
"Naomi, please listen to me," in a choked voice. "Believe me, I'm doing this for you. I don't want you locked up, but it's the only way you can get well."
"You think I'm crazy."
"I don't think that-I know you need help."
I trembled my lips at him. "Throw me to the wolves, then. I don't give a good goddamn."
"Na - o - mi." He pulled me against him. "This time you're going to get a new special treatment. Dr. Westburg says they have a whole new way to treat manic depressive that's getting a very high percentage of permanent cures."
"If it's so new how does he know the cure is permanent?"
"I only know what Allen explained, and I want you to have a chance at this treatment. You don't want to spend your whole life like this." He held me tighter. "I can't let you. Please trust me, honey."
I shrugged. There's no way of stopping Bill once he makes up his mind. He sets that bull dog chin and his mustache bristles,
"All I know is you're committing me to an insane asylum." Bill drew back and looked at me with his sorrowful eyes. "That's all right. Lock me up. Maybe I am crazy."
Bill sighed, started the car, and wheeled onto the turnpike.
To be honest, I could have made a dash for it, even though he was watching me as much as the road. With a sudden thrust at the door handle, maybe I could have rolled out on the shoulder before the car could stop enough for Bill to catch up with me.
But, knowing Bill, he would have caught me, and, to tell you the truth, I was still shaky in the knees from the last few days. Besides, Bill means well. He's okay in his way.
Whatever the reason I blew my chance to blow. I am now actually in this place. With all these nuts. You couldn't stand it, honey. It would drive you crazy. It's almost driving me sane.
The only way I hold onto reality (ha! that's a hot one!) is thinking of you.
It starts at breakfast. Over prunes I say to myself I'm supposed to think of something wonderful. And then I remember-you.
Sorry, but prunes it is. I was tempted to turn the prunes into grapefruit or something tropical- but-let's not have any secrets between us. So prunes. They do it to keep your bowels open.
Every day after the prunes when I remember you I become very very very very very very happy. Well, I mean, not too happy. Don't worry.
Let me tell you about one thing that happened. The way this place is set up the women are in one building, men in another, at opposite ends of the quadrangle-like dormitories. Between them is the administration section with the recreation room, coffee, cold drink and cigarette machines on the third floor. There are two elevators that go up to it, and there the "guests" come in on Sundays.
Well, there was this guy getting cigarettes at the same time I was. I had noticed him before-tall, pretty good-looking, about thirty or so. But he always had one hand in his pocket-didn't even take it out to work the machine-one hand all the way. He dropped the pack, and I picked it up and gave it to him. Of course, I was curious.
"Got a sore hand?"
"Thanks, no."
His fist-you could see the knuckles-was bulging over his cock.
"Got an itch?"
"Yeah, but not the land you can scratch."
"Oh. How long have you been here?"
"About four months."
"That's a long time to have that kind of an itch-or urge-when you can't get rid of it."
"There's a way-I've done it four or five times."
"You mean-a hand job-like that?" My eyes couldn't leave his crotch. His fingers were moving.
"No. That's not enough. With girl patients."
"How the hell can you do that with attendants wandering around?"
"If you're hot enough, too, I'll show you."
Hell, yes. I nodded.
"Get in the elevator by yourself. Go down to the first floor and come right up again. You'll be alone and nobody'll think anything. I'll meet you when you get back."
"How're we going to do it that way?"
"We will. I'll show you. Just do it."
I wandered over to the elevator, pushed the button and went down to the ground floor. I pushed again and went back up. When the door opened, he got in and pushed for the second floor.
Between floors, he pressed the red STOP button, and stuck a toothpick at the edge to hold it down.
"Now they can push the other buttons all they want-this old cage won't move."
He pulled his hard, dark prick out of his pants.
"You hold it."
There's always something more exciting about an unfamiliar cock than one you had a lot. I felt its long stiffness and spread the drop of dew over its throbbing head.
He was unbuttoning my house dress and pushing up my bra. When my tits were free he grabbed them and squeezed the nipples up to his mouth. He sucked frantically like he'd never had it before.
We have to hurry, I thought, we can't keep the elevator hanging here too long.
"I'm wet for your cock. Fuck me now."
"Lick it-and get on hands and knees."
I went down on him and ran my tongue and lips all over its hot fullness for a minute. He was groaning with lust when I bent over on all fours.
Quickly, he flipped the dress over my back. With no panties in the way, he jammed his rod so hard into my open, waiting cunt I had to stop myself from going into the side of the car.
With his balls hitting me on each deep thrust- his hands pulling my tits and squeezing the nipples-his come boiled out of him and flooded me to a gagging climax.
"Stay there," he grunted, "I can come again in a minute."
"No. No time now." I arched my back, pulling his dick out, and stood up shakily. "Later. Tomorrow, again."
Pulling the toothpick out of STOP I waited till he put his dripping cock back in his pants and pushed the third floor button.
One of the female attendants took my arm.
"Time to go to your room." She gave whatever-his-name-is a hard look. Hell, they know what goes on, I found out, but ignore it if you don't give them any trouble. They got enough.
That was yesterday. And today I go smiling off to my sandbox or that patio or whatever the hell that comer is and light up my pipe and take off my shoes and bury my feet in the sand and think about the time when you and I will be together. It takes hours to go through every bit of what we'll do.
It always starts out the same way. First you come toward me and say, "Naomi," and that alone about stops my breath.
Oh, lover, I wish I knew your name. And I'd like a picture. Send me one of you with a big erection. I don't know what you look like and I don't know what to call you.
When you write, please tell me your name. You are going to write to me, aren't you?
Then I push my foot in the sand and you lay your hand on my breast. Thump-thump-thump under your hand.
You kiss me and I breathe your warm breath. Then I rain kisses all over your face, your eyes, your ears, your forehead how I love your forehead your cheeks your mouth your nose your mustache-
You shaved it? You never had one? Ever?
That's what I mean. That's why you have to write and tell me these things.
-your neck your shoulders your arms your chest your nipples your stomach your belly button.
You kiss my hair my mouth my throat my breast my breast my breast.
I gather your testicles and your penis in my hands and you like it.
You kiss my breast my breast my breast.
I pull on your balls and they're swollen, burning and-they ache, don't they? Ah! I kiss them. I kiss your balls your balls your balls.
Your mouth pulls on a nipple. I go crazy and pull harder on your balls. And flip around so my mouth will be where I want it. I crave to gobble up those goodies.
My tongue darts along the lovely shaft. Up and down, over the ridges. Over the ridges and through the wool.
You move and open your legs so I can really get to you. My teeth whisper across your tender penis and I can't wait any longer. I suction a beautiful throbbing ball into my mouth. It's delicious! I caress the other one, waiting its turn. I like the way you writhe and gasp when I do this.
Oh, lover, you taste wonderful! Yes, the penis is jutting through its tight skin. I'll open my legs to you. Yes, yes, yes.
Put it in now. That's right-oooooh! Oh, lover! Like that. Yes! Oh, just like that. You're burning hot, you're on fire. I can't stand it. Please! Don't stop-DON'T STOP-DONT STOP!
Aurghhhhhh-
Yes, come in me. Ooooooooh! Your scalding semen jetting through me-oooooh! Oh, lover, lover, lover.
Now we can rest.
-honey? Are you awake? I have to go now.
But wait for me. I'll be out soon-one way or another-looking for you.
Bill, Tom, Charlie, Mac, the rest are gone. It'll be you and me and the whole fucking world. Until then-keep your pecker up.
