"Suck it, honey. Suck it slowly and tenderly and deep. Kerist, how I love the feel of your mouth around my cock!"
"Dean, I'm trying but you are just too big. I can't get it all in my mouth. You just don't realize how big that beautiful prick of yours is. It almost breaks my jaws. I'd like to see you get a Coke bottle all the way in your mouth. That's what you're asking me to do. You're just too well hung for this kind of treatment."
"Oh yeah? I haven't heard you complaining that it's too big when I stuff it in that hairy grocket of yours."
"That's different. I don't have jawbones down there that nearly break when I open my mouth wide enough to get that salami-sized schlong of yours into it. Please, Dean, why can't we just fuck? Do you have something against a straight piece of ass?"
"Naw, it's okay but the only way I really get my jollies all the way is by having my cock sucked. I can't help it, baby, I dig head. If you wanta' be my girl, you gotta' give good head. You do want to be my girl, don't you?"
"You know I do, Dean. I dig you the most. Just be patient with me, please. Perhaps, in time, my mouth will stretch like those African Ubangi women. The way they put those discs in their lips they could probably give even you head without even opening their mouths."
"Fuck the Ubangis, Shirley. It's you I'm interested in. I want you to learn because I want you to be my girl. Keep trying. I'll try to be patient but if I force you it's only because, like they say, a stiff prick has no conscience. Go down and try it again, dear, please."
She had planted a seed in his mind with her mention of Ubangi women. He wondered what it might feel like. Oh well, if he ever really wanted to know he could probably find out by shoving his cock in the middle of a stack of pancakes. He chuckled inwardly at the thought that if he were to try it he'd probably never be able to go back to any pancake house.
Shirley had flipped over Dean the first time they met when she had bought a car from the used car lot where he worked. There was a car in a lot down the street that she liked better and it had been a hundred dollars cheaper but she had become more interested in acquiring the salesman than the car and so had bought from Dean.
She had told him that she wasn't a very good driver. In order to make the sale, and the commission, he had agreed to give her driving lessons if she bought from him. She did. For the next two weeks she played stupid when they went out for driving lessons together. In truth she was a much better driver than Dean but had purposely been a poor student to prolong the lessons. She had learned that he was a bachelor and had thanked him for the lessons by inviting him to her apartment for a home cooked meal. That first night he ate more than just the food on the plate ... he ate Shirley too and they had spent the night in bed together. She had determined to win him at all costs.
She stretched her jaws as wide as possible. She thought of the time the dentist had worked on one of her wisdom teeth. He had kept telling her to open wider until she wondered if he intended to treat the tooth from outside or inside. She managed to enclose the head of his huge cock in her lips and work her tongue around the glans within her mouth. She could tell that he was in ecstasy over the feel of the inside of her mouth against his swollen member. She was determined to learn to do whatever was necessary to keep him. She closed her eyes and tried to force her lips an inch further down on that Yule log he carried between his legs. He placed his hands on her head and forced her even further down on it. She felt the skin split at the sides of her mouth and little trickles of blood ran down her chin.
"That's it, baby. You're doing fine. Ooooh, that feels just wonderful. Keep trying to get just a little more in with each stroke. I really want you for my girl but it all depends on this."
She pulled off of the huge rod for a moment and looked up at him. Tears were streaming from her eyes from the strain of opening her mouth so wide. He noticed the little trickles of blood where her lips had split at the corners of the mouth, as she said:
"Oh, Dean, I want so much to make you happy. Am I doing it right?"
"Yeah, honey, you're doing just fine. Get back down on it and take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. You're doing great. Just keep it up and get down a little further on it. Keep your tongue working on it all the time you're sucking."
Shirley went back to his crotch. The corners of her mouth smarted like split fever blisters as she opened wide enough to encase the giant prick again. She slid her lips gently over the purple head and closed her eyes as she forced her lips further and further down the huge staff. Her cool hands sought his big balls and massaged them and then one hand stroked the lower part of his rod that she could not yet encase within her lips as she slid up and down on the top of it.
"That's beautiful, baby. Just keep it up like that and swallow all of my ball juice. Then I'll know that you are my girl," he encouraged, as she slurped up and down the mammoth member. It was getting very wet and slippery now as his pre-coital juices began to really flow through the slit tip of his glans. The added lubrication made it easier for her to get down even further onto him. Her fingers felt the twitching begin clear down at the base of his Dalls and she knew that the kind of relief he demanded so desperately of her was now close at hand. His hands grasped her head now and forced her even further down. She could feel the knob of his huge cock lodged firmly deep down in her throat. Then it began to expand and with a gasp, she knew that he was about to spew forth his precious load into her tight oral chasm. Even as she expected it, and tried to brace herself to receive it, it burst upon her as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot come shoot down her throat in a way that she thought would surely choke her to death. Absently, she kept massaging his balls and stroking the base of his spurting prick as she struggled to swallow the rapid, successive, emissions of jism that now bombarded her lower throat.
When the last spasm had passed and she had gulped deeply of its results, he released the tight grip on her head and she pulled up rapidly from his now fully spent cock as she gasped for air. She was dizzy with the effort she had expended to satisfy him in this way, that seemed to be the only way he really enjoyed sex. Her jaws ached and her throat muscles throbbed from the onslaught that had been made upon them. She felt like she had been garroted by Jack the Ripper. It was a hell of a price to pay just to be his girl. However, it was a price she willingly paid. Perhaps, in time, it would become easier. Who knows, perhaps in time she might even learn to enjoy the experience. She wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and massaged her aching throat.
"Oh, darling, that was beautiful. You're going to work out just fine. I know that you'll make the perfect girl for me."
"Oh, Dean, I want that so badly. I want to be your girl, even if it chokes me to death."
"Well then, you just crawl back up here and let me repay your sweet favors. I'm going to suck your cunt like it's never been sucked before."
He slid down between her legs and buried his face in her hairy crotch. She was very juicy now from the thought of what she had been doing to him. His tongue licked the sweet nectar from her trembling quim like a kid licking the first homemade ice cream from the paddles of the freezer, before he settled down to lick and tongue at every nerve ending in that sensitive sex center. The mere touch of his lips and his tongue made her squirm and buck like some wanton creature even before he settled down to suck on her seriously.
"Oh, Dean, that's beautiful. Your tongue is like an electric probe that sends shocks all through my lower anatomy when it just touches my snatch. I hope it felt that wonderful when I did it to you, my darling."
"Nothing could' have felt more wonderful to me, Shirley. Now you just lay back and relax while I lick every drop of cream out of your precious little bowl."
He worked her over now as though he were licking the cake batter out of the mixing bowl. His tongue and lips were everywhere, while the girl moaned in ecstatic agony at the thrills his oral attack was delivering to her tender slit. Finally, as her arousal neared a climatic stage he grasped her firm, well rounded buttocks and pulled her tighter into his mouth as he sucked voraciously at her aroused pussy. Now one hand traveled to spread her even wider and fully expose the erected pink and white clit to his lips while the other slipped between her thighs. His large middle finger found and fondled her anus and gradually worked its way inside while his index finger slid into the well lubricated vulva of her cunt and lifted it to his lips that were caressing and orally massaging her clitoris. She moaned and humped and bucked beneath his mouth until, at last, she could endure no more of the precious torture. He felt the spasmodic muscular contortions clutch and grip and squeeze at his fingers in a rhythmic assault upon their tormentors as he held her tightly in his bowling ball grip while she went through the throes of a perfect and full orgasm. He stayed on it until the very last spasm had passed.
"Oh, my God, Dean, that was like a slice of pure heaven right here on earth. At age twenty-three, I'm not exactly inexperienced, but I've never had it so great before. You're the greatest, baby. Where did you ever learn to suck cunt like that?"
"From my mother," Dean admitted simply and honestly.
When Dean came up from between her legs, Shirley's body was coated with a film of passion's perspiration that made her lithe body look like polished ivory. Once her breathing returned to normal, he extended his hands and helped her up from his couch and led her to the bedroom. Inside, he threw back the covers and helped her lower her still quivering body between the cool sheets. Then he slid in beside her. He reached around and pulled her close. Her full tits pressed into his chest and he felt the furry mound assail his semi-erected cock. Soon her hand was down encasing it and stroking it to complete erection as he rolled over onto her spent but wanton body. He felt her cool hand directing him down between her legs and then the head of his swollen member stroked up and down the fur fringed pink valley of her creamy cunt. When she aimed it at the head of the tunnel of her passion, he pressed onward more from animalistic instinct than conscious purpose. Before either of them realized it, the mammoth head of his charger was firmly embedded in the lips of her velvet vulva and then he was pressing down upon her with his full weight. She was so creamy with the action of the past hour that even that huge telephone pole of a cock of his rode smoothly into her and soon they were thrusting their loins together in a state of complete abandon.
"Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me good. Let me feel that beautiful divining rod of yours find my oil. Oh, I love it. I love your big prick just stretching and attacking my cunt as we fuck. I never knew that I could take anything as big as you inside of me but, now that I have, anything less would seem like a toothpick. Give it to me, baby. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I want every bit of that big cock of yours inside of me. You've spoiled me for any other man, I guess you know that. But since you've spoiled me, spoil me good. Slam that cock into me. Sock it to me with every bit of strength you have. Oh, I love the feeling of being so completely stretched and full of man meat. Let me have all of it, Dean, please. Don't hold back a single bit, hit me with all of it. My pussy is spread wide and can handle all of it, so let me have it."
"You're quite a girl, Shirley. I love your mouth and I love your cunt. Later on there may be still another part of you that I will love. Press that cunt up to me baby, it won't be long now. I want to be all the way in you."
"I'm lifting it up as far as I can, Dean. Give it all to me. I want to feel that hot juice of yours spurt down deep inside of my cunt. I don't even care if it makes a baby. I'd love to have your baby ... our baby. That's something nobody could ever take away from me. Can you feel it, dear? I'm lifting it all the way up to get you all the way inside of me. I'm going to come in just a second now. Please, come with me, Dean. Please. I want to feel your hot juice inside of me as I come to your lovely, big prick."
Dean gritted his teeth and forced himself to come in the girl's cunt, although it was not really to his liking. She was a good kid and he had no desire to hurt her. How could she know
. . . how could he ever explain that the only come that felt right to him was in a girl's mouth ... not her cunt. It was a sickness and he had it bad ... real bad.
When she felt his cock swell and burst way inside of her cunt Shirley felt that this meant that Dean was really her man. It was all she really wanted. After all, free access to a girl's cunt should really be all that a normal young man would ask of a girl. At that time she had no idea how deep-seated was Dean's devotion to heads, rather than tails, where sex was concerned.
He held her close after they had fucked and their tongues played the little hide and seek games that lovers play after intercourse. Shirley was content that she had landed the man of her choice and so she soon fell asleep in his arms. Dean's mind was not so readily put to rest and he wrestled with his own highly personal problems for hours after the lovely creature beside him slipped into the arms of Morpheus.
Why couldn't his tastes in sex be normal? Why couldn't he be happy just to dunk his dickey into a lovely piece of fluff like Shirley, now sleeping contentedly beside him. Why did he have to have this crazy hang-up?
Surely there was nothing wrong with wanting to have your cock sucked. Most of the guys he knew loved it. Dean remembered once when a bunch of the guys were sitting around one night talking about their sex exploits. They were all drinking and as the talk had become increasingly alcoholic, one of the guys had asked another to describe the worst blow-job he'd ever received. The other fellow replied, "Delightful."
Why couldn't he feel that way? His hands reached out and he caressed and massaged the sleeping Shirley. She had all of the equipment. Her tits should have been in the Louvre. The cheeks of her ass were lovely. Her belly was flat and the furred mound of her femininity rose up like Vesuvius. What more could a man ask for? There was nothing lacking in her. Whatever was lacking must be in him. But why?
Dean got up and downed a healthy double belt of scotch. When he crawled back next to the sleeping girl he relaxed and soon fell into a deep sleep of his own. Soon he had abandoned the problems of today to dreams of yesterday.
CHAPTER TWO
Dean didn't like being eight years old. Especially since his father had died. Now he lived in a large apartment with his mother and his aunt, her younger sister and his own sister, almost twice his age. The apartment was a house that was hardly a home. The women each had a large bedroom and bath of their own. He was installed in a small bedroom off the kitchen that had originally been intended for a maid. He was never allowed to come out of his room after dinner at night and he knew that his mother was giving him sleeping pills. Lots of times in the afternoons, she would have company; always a man, and Dean would be locked in his room for a nap. There was a lot of company in that apartment, for everybody but him. The visitors were all men and they came to see the women in his family. They came often; at all hours of the day and night.
The three women drank a lot but Dean didn't really pay much attention. He figured that this was just natural behavior for grown-ups. At least it was the only kind he ever saw. When they weren't drinking they were always popping some kind of pill into their mouths. It wasn't until many years later that he realized that his mother, aunt and sister spent most of their waking hours bombed completely out of their skulls. Perhaps that's how it all started and why it happened: the thing that had made him into the kind of a man he was. It had been a long time before he had been able to put together the pieces of the crazy jigsaw puzzle that was his childhood. Now, in his dream, he was back at the beginning. Back to where it had all started fifteen years before the experiences of the night with Shirley.
It was an oppressively hot summer afternoon: the kind of heat that is only felt in a New Jersey August. Dean had been confined to his room for several days and nights since the women in his family had all been busy night and day. He had tired of his toys and had picked up a magazine that one of the men visitors had left. It was different from any magazine he had ever seen before. It was filled with pictures, some in color, of men and women with no clothes on. In many of the pictures they were doing things to each other that he did not understand, but which excited him nonetheless. He kept looking at these pictures until the last of the guests had left. As he did, something new and strange happened to him.
What happened was that the little dingus that he had thought of as something to pee with had begun to expand and get very hard. Instead of just hanging down between his legs where it belonged, it stood up straight and hurt like it was about to break. It was like when a bee had stung him on the finger while he played in the park one day.
Dean remembered vividly how frightened he had been with this new experience. As with all of the other emergencies of childhood, he had gone running into his mother's bedroom to show her where it hurts.
When her son burst in upon her temporary privacy, Sally Allen had just been through a murderously hectic seventy-two hour stretch with a number of old friends and four or five new ones. Sally liked to think of them as friends rather than customers. Since Dean's father had deserted them she had become a whore out of necessity rather than choice. She had not yet learned to embrace her new profession. At times like these she managed to keep going on booze and pills which reduced her mind to a state of minimum consciousness as to what was going on at the moment. She was still in this state of happy darkness when her son dashed to her in his moment of need.
"Mommy, Mommy, something has happened to me. Look at my dinger. It is all swollen and it hurts. It hurts something awful. Make it well. Mommy. Kiss where it hurts and make it all well."
When her son rushed to her, Sally had been screwed, glued and tattooed almost steadily for three days and nights. She had kept going on alcohol and pills. As little Dean rushed to her in his frightened condition her eyes could bring themselves to focus on only one thing, his stiff prick. More as a reflex action than a conscious gesture, Sally pulled the boy to her and slipped her lips over the hot, swollen young cock. Clutching the cheeks of her son's ass, she pulled his inflamed young member deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat while she tongued and sucked on it voraciously. To her confused mind, it was just another in the long line of customers. Her lips slid up and down the length of his small staff and her tongue worked over and around him in their highly experienced, expert manner. In a very few minutes she felt the head of his young organ swell inside her hot, wet mouth as the thin membrane that is akin to a male hymen burst and her little boy spewed forth his virgin come into the wanton mouth of his mother.
When the act was over Sally fell back unconscious onto her bed and young Dean retreated to his tiny room confused but strangely happy with the relief that she had brought to him.
After that first experience he began looking at the picture magazine as often as possible. Whenever he would get a hard-on he would rush in to his mother to have her kiss it where it hurts. Even in her more or less sober moments Sally began to think that it was cute that her son should be so precocious in his early sexual development. She was happy to suck him off whenever he came to her. It seemed only fair that she give her son at least as good service as she gave her many friends and customers.
One afternoon, about ten days after the big Labor Day weekend during which there had been so much traffic in the apartment that Dean never left his room, Sally came to him and invited him to come to her room and just visit. Dean could never remember this happening before.
Once they were inside her room with the door closed, his mother told him to remove his clothes. She wanted to see how her little son was growing. Dean Obediently stripped to the buff and stood naked before her for the critical inspection. He was tall for his age and quite well developed. His chest was full and his thighs tight and quite muscular. He was a healthy looking specimen indeed, but by far his most advanced development was in the area of his sex center. His handsome young cock hung down, even limp, almost to his knees. Sally looked at it with obvious pride. Why not be proud? It was her oral massage treatments that had caused its growth. She made a mental note that she had better not buy him any more of the little short pants suits that most boys his age wore. His teachers at school might get ideas if they saw an inch or so of cock hanging out of the bottom of his shorts. He would have to go to long pants immediately.
He moved closer to her, at her request, and she reached out and lifted that overgrown organ and inspected his balls. They seemed small in comparison to his penis. She wondered what she could do to speed up their growth and development. After all he couldn't get full distance using that full sized baseball bat of his to hit nothing but ping-pong balls.
Business had been very slack after the big holiday weekend. Most of the customers whose wives had been away on summer vacation were now stuck at home nights with mama and the kids back in town. Sally missed the action. It was not just the sharply curtailed cash flow that bothered her. Un-like most whores, Sally was a true nymphomaniac. She just couldn't get enough. Most of the girls in the racket either hated sex or paid no more attention to the act than they would have to filing a fingernail. Many freely admitted that their own tastes for real enjoyment of sex were only to be found with each other in lesbian activities that were unspoiled by crash commercialism; such as a five dollar fuck or a ten dollar blow-job.
Sally truly loved her work and she actually suffered during the lull periods such as they had been going through. The other girls often accused her of enjoying the various sex acts even more than her customers did. She was never happier than when some big, stiff prick was in her cunt, ass or mouth. Often, if a guy really knew how to handle his equipment, she would come two or three times first before he dropped his load into her receptacle of his choice. This was unheard of with most of the pros, especially her sister and daughter who worked here in the apartment with her.
Of all forms of sex, Sally was most addicted to giving head. She had gained the reputation of being the best cocksucker in Newark, if not the entire state of New Jersey. Many of her customers even came over from the sin capital of Manhattan, just to get head from Sally.
When the other girls got a customer that wanted to get blown they tried to turn him over to Sally. They would perform the act, for a price, but they didn't enjoy doing it and often the customer would complain about their uninspired performance. Sally never got any complaints ... just rave notices. She tried to give her sister and daughter specialized training to round out their professional bag of tricks.
"In order to give good head," she explained to them one night, "you have to really love to suck cock. I do. I would rather suck a big hard cock than to eat a steak. You can't do anything really well if you don't like to do it and enjoy doing it. A violin virtuoso must like the violin and enjoy playing it. In order to be good at something, you have to really like it."
"I don't know, sis," Alice remarked. "I really don't mind taking a guy's prick in my mouth. In some ways I even enjoy the soft, velvety feel of the sponge-like head of his cock rubbing against my lips and the back of my mouth. If they aren't too big I even get a sort of kick out of seeing just how far down on their staff I can go. Everything is alright for the first couple of minutes and then I realize that they expect me to keep doing this until they shoot a load of their filthy spunk into my mouth. The mere thought of that approaching moment makes me begin to freeze up. My mind gets all hung-up on the twin horns of a dilemma. On the one hand I want them to hurry and come and get it over with. On the other I keep praying that for some reason they will never come and I can just quit sucking on them. When I finally feel them swelling up and getting ready to pump their load into my mouth I try to close my throat so as not to swallow any of the slime that comes out of them. Once they've shot, I can hardly wait to pull off and spit it all out into the towel I keep under the pillow for such occasions. Then I run to the bathroom and rinse out my mouth and gargle my throat and then take a big swallow of whiskey to get the lousy taste of come out of my mouth. Sometimes when a guy shoots a really big load I can even smell and taste it in my nostrils. I think the whole thing is disgusting."
Now that Alice had expressed her opinions, Sally turned to Betty.
"What about you, Betty? What's your attitude towards giving head to a customer who prefers to get his jollies that way?"
"Well, I surely can't say that I enjoy it. It is just something that I have to do now and then. Usually I try to refer the guys who demand head to you. If they insist on having me suck them off I try to close my eyes and my mind to what I am doing. It's like when you used to give me castor oil when I was a little girl. I just closed my eyes and swallowed it. The only difference now is that I try not to swallow it. I'm like Alice. I try to close my throat and, as soon as they've finished, I run to the bathroom and spit it all out. Sometimes the taste and thought of it makes me so sick I think I'm going to throw up. Last Saturday night was probably the worst experience I've ever had. As a matter-of-fact there were two bad experiences. At the moment I wanted to die, rather than live through something like that ever again."
"Tell us about them. You'll probably feel better about the whole thing after you talk it all out of your system," Sally suggested to Betty who had already begun to turn a little green around the gills from the mere memory.
"Well, if you remember, last Saturday night we were all pretty busy. I took on thirteen customers. I remember because I thought of it as a 'baker's dozen.' Most of them were young college kids and servicemen who just wanted a straight lay, so they were no problem at all. But then there were these two older guys who came in very late. The first one was a cigar smoker. He put his cigar in the ashtray by the bed. For some reason the smell of a cigar always makes me feel violently ill. He had been drinking and seemed to have a hell of a time getting it up. He had a .stubby little cock, not more than four or five inches long, so when he offered me an extra five bucks to go down ort him I thought it would be easy. You know, not like some of those guys that are hung like a horse and expect you to get it all in your mouth."
"Yeah, I know all about them!" Alice interrupted.
"Well, anyway, I took the extra money and got down between his legs. As soon as my face got near him I felt repulsed. He had a real bad case of B.O. in his crotch. I don't think he'd had a bath for a week and he must have been a real sweater."
"One good thing about odor ... at least you get used to it real quickly and then you are no longer conscious of it. I licked all around his cock and up and down the short staff of it. Finally I opened my mouth and slipped him inside. I concentrated on the head for a minute or so, flicking my tongue about it and hoping that it wouldn't take him long to pop his nuts. Then I started slipping my lips further and further down. God knows the size of him was no problem. I've seen bigger Vienna sausages."
"Well, then what the hell was so all-fired tough about it?" Alice interrupted again, impatient to hear the gory details of Betty's experience.
"First, he must have been drunker than I realized when he first came in. Even with his cock in my mouth, he kept losing his hard-on. I had to start over three or four times. Then I kept him up by working on his balls with my hands while I sucked the hell out of that stupid little cock. It took almost fifteen minutes before I felt him twitch and swell inside my mouth and I tried to close my throat. When he came he almost flooded me. I thought I was going to drown. He must have pumped out a cupful. Despite all of my efforts I had to swallow some of it to keep from gagging. It wasn't just the quantity of his come, but the flavor of it that really got to me. It was like soggy cigar butts soaked in cheap whiskey. I felt like I'd been drinking out of a cuspidor from a waterfront saloon. As soon as he let me off of his spent cock I dashed in and spit and gargled and drank booze, but nothing seemed to get that foul, stale taste out of my mouth. For a few minutes I was afraid I was going to throw up."
"Yes, you do run into something like that every now and then," Sally commented. "But they are the rare exceptional cases. You mustn't let them bug you."
"Oh yeah? Well, I had to hit the long-shot daily double. I had two of those 'rare, exceptional cases' in that one night," Betty complained.
"Well, don't keep us in suspense. Tell us about the second one," Alice prompted.
"It was even worse," Betty continued. "It was about one-thirty in the morning. This dude came in who had obviously just gotten paid. He asked me how much I'd charge for a 'trip around the world.' I was about to tell him twenty-five bucks when he pulled out a wad of bills like you wouldn't believe. I told him fifty. He didn't bat an eyelash but dug through his roll and peeled off a fifty dollar bill. I had never turned a fifty dollar trick with just one John before so I was really impressed and ready to give him the full treatment in all three departments."
"Wow, fifty bucks! Why couldn't I have gotten that sucker. I didn't make that much the whole fucking night ... and I do mean fucking night," Alice exclaimed.
"What you mean is you didn't make that much the whole night fucking!" Sally corrected her sister.
"The first thing this guy wanted was just a straight lay," continued Betty. "That was no problem. I thought maybe I might get lucky. A lot of these guys who come in with big appetites find out later that their eyes were bigger than their balls. It was late and I was tired so I hoped he might be one of them. No such luck. He had a medium sized cock but he really knew how to handle it. He gave me the best fucking I'd had all night. It was so good that I damn near came too when I felt him shoot out spurt after spurt of hot jism into my cunt."
"What then?" asked Sally.
"When he pulled out he looked like maybe he might be finished. I suggested that he rest awhile. Instead, he went down on me and tongued and sucked on my slit until I really did come to him. He knew when it happened and it seemed to arouse him too. He moved up and straddled my body and started rubbing his prick all over and around my tits. It was already beginning to get hard again and when he tickled my nipples with the soft violet head of that tool of his it popped back into full erection. I knew now that I would have to fulfill my 'around the world' contract with him. I asked him what next, figuring that probably he'd want me to suck him off now. He had other ideas. He had me turn over and the next thing I knew I could feel the tip of that stiff cock of his probing around the crack in my ass. He seemed to enjoy just laying it in the crevice between my buttocks and dry fucking me that way. For a minute or two I thought maybe that was all there would be to it, but I was wrong."
"Go on," said Alice.
"He raised his body off of mine and slid down between my legs again. I knew he wasn't after more of my snatch because it was pressed firmly to the mattress. He pressed his face into that rear valley and started licking and sucking all around my ass-hole. I have to admit that it began to feel pretty good. He spread my buttocks wide with his hands and finally managed to work his tongue right up my tight ass. I was beginning to squirm around from the sensations he was creating back there. Just as it began to feel really great, he stopped and replaced his tongue with the head of his cock. I had been so busy all night that I hadn't had time to go to the toilet. I hadn't realized that I had to go until he worked that swollen prick of his into my ass. He really knew his way around by the back door method and before long he was firmly lodged in my ass-hole. For a minute or so it would feel real good and then it was like when you take an enema. I wanted to let blast so badly I could hardly hold it. All I wanted to do was go take a crap but he kept driving it back inside of me. It was heavenly torture. I really had to strain to keep from letting go all over his balls. I hoped that he'd hurry and come in my ass so that I could get up and go to the toilet."
"So?" said Alice.
"Suddenly, he pulled out of me. I really had to hold back then. I hoped he would give me a chance to go to the bathroom before we began the next variation, but he grabbed my shoulders and rolled me over onto my back real fast. In a flash he had straddled my tits and was shoving his trembling prick into my mouth. It all happened so fast that I hardly realized what seemed so different about having this cock in my mouth. It had a strange flavor to it and seemed a little gritty, like grains of sand were stuck to it. He had grabbed my head by now and was ramming it clear down my throat. Suddenly it dawned on me what the grittiness and the strange taste was. I was sucking my own particles of shit off of his cock! I almost gagged and tried to push him away but he gripped my head too tightly and kept ramming it down my throat. My head was swimming with the very thought of what I was tasting but I was powerless to do anything but let him complete forcing his will upon me. I felt nauseous and diarrhetic at the same time while his cock pistoned in and out of my lips. At last he shuddered like a sinking ship and I felt and tasted a huge load of his come gushing forth into my mouth and throat. Even then he didn't release my head from his grasp but kept thrusting that spewing prick deep down my throat. I fought it as long as I could but at last I had to swallow and keep swallowing to prevent my choking to death. I was repulsed at the idea that I was swallowing bits of my own shit along with his come. The only consolation I felt was that I had charged him fifty dollars, instead of the usual twenty-five."
"No wonder you felt 'nauseous,' dear," said Sally.
"When, at last, he released me," continued Betty, "I squirmed out from under him as fast as I could and bolted into the bathroom. I barely made the toilet seat in time as my bowels literally exploded into the bowl. The odor assailed my nostrils while the thought of what I had ingested along with his sperm, attacked my brain. It was more than I could stand and, even as my bowels continued to move, I vomited all over the bathroom floor. It was a living nightmare."
"Ah, the labors of love," sighed Alice.
"In my rush to reach the toilet in time I had not bothered to slam the bathroom door. He must have heard what was going on in there. I don't know whether he felt guilt, or revulsion, but by the time I had cleaned myself at both ends and staggered back into the bedroom, he had dressed and left. On the pillow I found a ten dollar bill, as a tip. The whole affair had lasted only about thirty minutes and I had come out with a total of sixty dollars. Two dollars a minute isn't bad pay, but I'd hate like hell to go that route for a steady diet."
Sally could feel both her daughter and her younger sister looking at her, as though some sort of comment was in order. She wanted very much to convince them that oral ism wasn't really all that bad and need not be distasteful. She was the oldest and most experienced and was acting as a working madam in their little three woman bordello. It would be bad for business if the customers got the idea that they could not get anything they wanted from any of the girls. Her mind raced for the right thing to say.
"Betty, I have to admit that what you went through was a pretty crappy experience. All I can do is to reiterate that this is the rare exception. After all, you've had rough lays too but they didn't stop you from spreading your legs for the next guy. If they had have we'd be out of business. Let's face it, what the hell else do any of us know that would make us a living. We aren't even good cooks or housekeepers. All we know is how to fuck. If that is destined to be our occupation, let's be good at it."
"We don't mind the fucking ... it's the sucking that bothers us," Alice interjected.
"I realize that. I would like to get both of you off of that hang-up against giving head. There is absolutely nothing wrong with sucking cock. The objections you raise are all in your head. You have been thinking of a man's come as filthy, slimy, nasty, germy, smelly and all of that. Let me show you how incongruous your thinking is on this subject. I happen to know that you are both health addicts. Alice, you go to the doctor once a week to get a shot of B-12 in your pretty little ass. It costs you ten dollars a week or forty dollars a month. You, Betty, wouldn't think of starting the day without your huge vitamin pills. They cost you about twenty dollars a month. You are both spending a lot of hard earned money to get some funky vitamins secondhand. Look at me. I'm older than either of you and the healthiest one of the three of us. I never catch colds or flu or any of those things and yet I don't spend my money on shots or pills. Hasn't it ever occurred to either of you just how I get my quota of vitamins and minerals?"
The two girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They knew that Sally was right but it had never dawned on them why she stayed so healthy.
"Alright, let me set you straight on something. Try to be unbiased and analytical for a moment. Where does human life begin? It all comes from that precious white fluid that is manufactured in a man's balls. A woman merely incubates the egg. She doesn't possess the chemicals to create it. That male semen that you have been rejecting and spitting out like it was poison, contains every vitamin and mineral necessary to create human life. If it has the ability to create it, it must also have the ability to sustain and strengthen it. A man's come is the purest and most potent form of vitamins and minerals that has ever been devised. How can you two spit out a hundred dollars worth of this prime source of health a month and then try to buy expensive second-hand substitutes from a needle or pill? This is the secret of my health, stamina and youthful vitality. I swallow every drop of that precious semen I can get. I don't regard it as come, or jism. I look upon it as liquified life. I'll grant you that the flavor is an acquired taste, like oysters or snails. Once you have learned to think of it in its proper light you will find the flavor and consistency quite pleasant and palatable. All you have to do is get rid of that mental bloc. Oh, I grant you that once in a while you will get ahold of some bad stuff. That happens with food and liqueur too. That doesn't mean that you should give up eating or drinking, does it? The bad stuff you spit out, but the good, healthy stuff, you swallow. All you need is a little mental and physical practice and you'll adopt a whole new attitude towards giving head."
"Well, that sounds just great," Betty exclaimed. "I'll admit that you have given me a totally new viewpoint. I'll even admit that I am more than willing to give it a fair try. Okay, so fine. Just where do I find someone upon whom to practice mentally and physically, as you put it?"
"Yeah, where are we supposed to find a subject to rehearse on?" Alice added.
"Well, you should always get your batting practice on the home field before going out and trying the circuit," Sally suggested. "So, how about starting with Dean?"
"Dean! Why he's just a kid. You must be out of your mind. That would be like practicing to be a sword swallower by sucking on a toothpick," Alice exclaimed in total disbelief of her sister's words.
"Oh, is that so?" replied Sally. "That just goes to show how little you really know about the male animal. It may surprise you to learn that that 'kid' is very much of a man in the sex department. I've been sucking his cock for over a year now and believe me, it's a beauty. You could learn a lot by practicing on him."
Sally viewed them both with amusement as her sister and daughter looked first at one another and then at her in total disbelief of what their ears had just heard.
That entire discussion flashed back across Sally's mind now as she held and fondled her son's preposterous equipment. Neither of the girls had found the courage to approach young Dean meanwhile. Perhaps they had thought that she was dreaming all of this. Since her son was being raised in a whorehouse, there seemed no reason to be concerned over his delicate feelings. As she thought of the situation she fondled and stroked the young boy and soon that big cock of his was full and firm in her hands.
"I am proud of you, son, and of what a big boy you have become. I want to show you off. Besides, it is time you had some experience aside from just with your mother. You just lie here and keep that flagpole of yours stiff while I call Alice and Betty to see how grown up you are now."
Alice and Betty were deeply involved in their seemingly endless gin rummy game in the parlor when Sally approached them. This stupid game seemed to be their only means of diversion when there were no customers to be serviced. At her direction, they followed Sally quietly back to her bedroom. When they entered they both gasped at the first sight of the huge tool on the small boy.
"Part of your problem where sucking cock is concerned lies in the fact that you really don't know how to approach it properly. To start with I am going to demonstrate the proper procedure. You just sit quietly beside the bed and observe. If you have any questions I'll answer them later. Is that understood?"
The two astonished women nodded dumbly, unable to take their eyes off of the huge cock on young Dean.
Sally eased the boy's thighs apart and crawled between them. She made no attempt to touch his twitching staff with either her hands or mouth. Instead she bent low over him and dragged her ponderous tits up and down and around his stiff prick. With her hands she pressed her tits together encasing him in the soft flesh between them. She raised and lowered her shoulders for more than a minute as though trying to jerk him off with the tender fatty tissue of her large breasts. When she felt that he had experienced enough of this she raised her shoulders and let her big boobs hang so that one was on each side of his upright cock. Then she twisted her shoulders, that made her hanging tits swing back and forth like twin pendulums and slap his cock back and forth between the soft, fleshy orbs. A clear, heavy liquid appeared, like a drop of dew on the tip of the boy's swollen prick, just at the slit in the head. It was followed by a rapid succession of dew drops until the entire tip glistened and some of the juice trickled down the erect staff. As this happened he began to roll his head from side to side on the pillow and moan in soft ecstasy.
At the precise moment when he could stand no more of this delicious torture, Sally lowered herself between his legs and dropped her face to his sex. Her tongue darted from between her full, moist lips and she licked off every drop of the clear, sweet juice. Now her tongue darted up, down and around his trembling staff like some sort of wild Maypole dance. Still the dewdrops oozed out of the thin slit. At last she poised her face an inch or so above his throbbing, swollen member and parted her lips. Ever so slowly she lowered her mouth to it and slid the dripping glans between her tender lips. Once in a while the girls could see the tip of her tongue extend beyond her lips as she tickled and caressed him all the way down that enflamed staff of flesh. Up and down the length of it she stroked with lips and tongue until, at last, every bit of the huge member was fully encased in her hungry mouth. The girls watched her cheeks work in and out as she sucked and massaged his orally encased cock like some wanton creature. His forehead was beaded with perspiration now and little trickles of sweat ran down his face and onto his neck as she bobbed up and down the stiff young prick.
Sally turned her head to one side to check her audience. She noted that both girls were licking dry lips now and that their hands had strayed to their crotches where they were fingering their clits in the excitement of the sight they were witnessing.
It was not much longer until young Dean began to twitch and tremble from head to toe and then he raised his hips off of the mattress as his huge cock disappeared entirely within his mother's face. Her hands gripped his hips and lifted him to her and his own hands sought the back of her head to Urge her even further onto his swallowed tool. With an audible groan, he shuddered and let blast with a full fledged load of come deep into his mother's throat. The two girls who had been witnessing the performance began to stroke their clits more ferociously now.
When it was over and the inferno had passed, Sally raised her come dripping lips from her son's spent cock. She turned to her sister and daughter, licking the excess fluids back into her mouth, as she asked:
"Did that look so distasteful? Do you have any idea how lovely and delicious his pure young semen tastes? From my viewpoint it was a perfectly delightful experience. There is no reason why you cannot condition yourselves to feel the same way about it. Then you can kick those stupid needles and pills."
Both of the girls were now in a high state of arousal from what they had just witnessed. They were all for leaping upon young Dean and trying to suck him off again. Sally had to convince them to wait. They had to give the boy a chance to rest and recharge his batteries before they used him for practice.
Dean remembered returning to his own little room off the kitchen and falling into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
At this point in his dreams of the happy early days in the apartment with his mother, aunt and sister, Dean was rudely awakened. He was brought back to the present by Shirley stroking on his cock, which was now fully erect again. She was pressing her hairy snatch up against it and pulling him close to her.
Shirley was a good kid and Dean was more fond of her than of any girl he had known in years. She tried so very hard to please and the last thing he would want to do was hurt her feelings in any way. Now, as she urged him over on top of her, he allowed himself to be guided. He felt her hand on his stiff rod, guiding it to the center of the fur fringed pink slit of her sex. She was very creamy and warm from sleep and he felt the head of his erect cock being guided into the lips of her womanhood. She rubbed him up and down in the velvet mouth and finally he pressed down onto her and felt the purple helmet of his erect warrior sink into the tight tunnel of her sex, filling her completely.
They were both half asleep at this point and yet it was really quite a fuck. He burrowed into her with that stovepipe cock of his while she moaned and spread ever wider to admit every last inch of him to her inner sanctum of sex. He plugged her good while he felt the soft side-walls of her vulva caressing and massaging the stiff staff of his manhood as he shoved it full bore into her and then withdrew to the very tip before bearing down on her again. Fucking was really not his forte, but he did it well to please her, because she had tried so desperately to do all of the things that pleased him. After all, sex should be a two-way street and Dean believed in being fair in all things.
He reached beneath her and squeezed the firm, tender right cheek of her rump. She lifted up tighter to him, making the penetration even more complete. Encouraged by her involuntary reaction he slid his hand even lower and penetrated the hidden rear valley and sought the tan starfish of her anal canal. With some difficulty he penetrated it with the middle finger of his right hand. Once his finger was firmly imbedded in her ass she raised up to him like mad and he could feel the soft lips of her vagina caressing his balls. In this attitude they worked back and forth to each other for several minutes until, at last, Dean felt the squeezings of her muscular contortions that told him that she was experiencing the orgasm she so desperately needed. He drove into her even more violently a few final times until he felt the flood start deep within his balls and rush up the swollen urethra until it burst forth in a creamy flood deep within her fully dilated cunt.
She seemed happy now. She felt as great a satisfaction at feeling Dean come in her cunt as he felt at coming in her mouth. She often tried to equate the situation to normality and tell herself that this was a happy and healthy relationship which they enjoyed together.
Exhausted and relaxed, they fell apart and snuggled in each other's arms as they fell back into a deep sleep. Shirley returned to some secret private world of her own. In his sleep Dean took up where he had left off in the dreams of his youth.
The day after his mother had given her cock-sucking demonstration, business had began to pick up and Dean, playing in his little room off the kitchen, had heard a lot of different men's voices and doors opening and closing a lot. He wanted desperately to peek into the women's rooms to see what was going on but he dared not leave his own limited cubicle. When he grew bored with his toys he resorted to the adult picture magazine. By now he had found that his cock got hard just from a minute or two of looking at the pictures. It was so swollen that it hurt like it was about to burst out of its skin. He wanted to run to his mother for relief but he knew from the sounds in the apartment that she was not alone.
He ate an apple that he had brought from the kitchen this morning and then he undressed and crawled into bed. Perhaps the strained feel of having too much pecker for his skin might go away if he slept. He seemed to have a hard time getting comfortable. No matter how he turned the damn thing kept getting in his way. His bed had two pillows. He took one and clasped it between his legs. He buried his enflamed member in the soft downy material and pretended that it was squeezed again between his mother's tender breasts. The illusion left much to be desired.
He was nearly asleep when the door opened quietly and he felt the side of the mattress sink as someone sat on the side of his bed. He didn't know why he was frightened, but he was. He kept very still and pretended to be asleep. Minutes seemed to pass before the visitor made any move. Finally he was aware of the covers being lifted and soon a soft, cool hand grasped his hot, stiff cock and began to stroke it up and down, ever so gently. Then, another cool hand cupped his balls and patted and squeezed them. It was like heaven to him and he began to raise his hips to meet each new stroke. The stroking became more demanding. Suddenly he felt the mattress depress further as the person slipped into bed beside him and then the covers were tossed back, fully exposing his naked body. He didn't dare open his eyes but was conscious of someone bending down over him. Then he felt the warm breath around his exposed genitals. It made him tremble and swell to even greater proportions. Suddenly he was aware of soft, cool lips that parted ever so slightly and slipped down to enclose the head of his throbbing young prick as it entered the warm dampness of a new and different mouth. Even with his eyes closed he was aware that this was not his mother sucking on his cock. It was strangely different. At the time he was too inexperienced to realize what he later learned to understand so well. Each woman has her own highly individualistic touch when it comes to orally caressing the male genitals. The true connoisseur of head can really identify his oral assailant instantly, even though he is blindfolded and she utters not a sound. It is just part of the lovely mystique of oral sex.
Soon she was swooping all the way up and down, licking and using her lips to caress his stiff cock from tip to very base. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. There was something strangely demanding about the way she sucked on his cock. It was almost as though she were trying to prove something to herself by her very actions.
At last, Dean knew that he was about to burst. He had experienced the feeling hundreds of times with his mother. This time it was, in some way, thrillingly different, but he recognized the telltale signs that his damn was about to burst. He could not help himself as he reached down and grasped the head that was upon his sex and urged it even deeper as he felt the gusher blast forth like a new oil well coming in. He opened his eyes and looked down on his Aunt Alice. He could feel that she wanted to pull off of his cock as he came so he increased the pressure on the back of her head and held her all the way down on it. As he spurted forth into her mouth he finally felt the muscles of her mouth and throat contort as she swallowed time after time to ingest every drop of the come he had delivered into her mouth.
Aunt Alice was crying when she came up off of his cock and kissed him gently on the lips. Between sobs she managed to stammer:
"Thank you, dear boy. Thank you so very much. I am beginning to see what Sally meant. If you will just be patient with your old aunt I think I will learn to like it as much as she does. Oh, thank you."
In another moment the bedsprings creaked, the door opened and closed and Aunt Alice was gone. Dean rolled over and fell asleep.
The next night this experience very nearly repeated itself, except that when Dean opened his eyes, it was not Aunt Alice but his sister Betty who was busily engaged in blowing him off. Here, again, he could tell the difference in their approach without even looking. It was a type of blind man's buff that he would savor all the rest of his life.
Sister Betty's oral approach was totally different from that of either his mother or his Aunt Alice. Mom's sucking of his cock was downright demanding, Alice's was bordering on desperation. Betty, on the other hand, was gentle and tender. She seemed to approach it with the attitude that the means were equally as interesting as the ends. While his mother and aunt had gone down on him like they were very desperately milking a cow and nothing mattered but getting the milk, Betty sucked and licked his enflamed cock like she was savoring a popsicle or ice cream cone. She seemed to love each tender lick and suck that she gave him. Dean found this even more thrilling than the attentions bestowed upon him by the older women. He appreciated Betty's oral caresses so deeply that, for the first time in his young life, he felt the desire to return the favors she was bestowing upon him. Up to now he had never even seen a real live cunt, much less sucked on one. Suddenly it became the most important thing in his life. He had been delighted that Betty's approach to cocksucking was more as a means of making love rather than just a means of producing sexual satisfaction. There is a vast difference and Dean came to appreciate this difference at an early age.
"Oh Betty, it feels so wonderful the way you are doing it ... slowly, gently, tenderly and deep. It's better than anything I've ever known before. Please don't change. Just keep doing it the way you are doing the thing right now. Oh, my God, it is like heaven. I wish I could make you know how great it feels to me."
"Perhaps you can, my dear little brother. Right now, you just relax and enjoy it. Afterwards you can show me how good it feels. Okay?"
"Okay, sis. I'll look forward to it."
Betty was very gentle and tender in the way she sucked and tongued her young brother's tender cock. Perhaps it was their youth that they shared, but for whatever reason, she did it exactly as he would have her do it. Dean tried to hold back. Her lips and mouth felt so very perfect that he wanted the sensation to last forever. At last the point came when he knew that he could hold out on her no longer. It was the come of his young lifetime. It started in the soles of his feet and raced upwards to ignite his balls so that they blasted through the tender tube into the swollen, mauve head in her mouth that felt the outpouring of his liquid sex as it spewed through the thin slit in his glans and into her mouth. As it entered her mouth and throat she remembered what her mother had said about liquid life and first hand vitamins. For the first time in her life a man's come tasted like milk and honey and she wanted to milk out every drop of it and swallow it all. From this she would gain renewed strength and youth.
When his sister pulled her lips from his rapidly shrinking cock Dean knew that this had to be the epitome of life's sexual experiences. Surely nothing could be more divinely thrilling. His young heart was thrilled and filled with gratitude for what his older sister had done for him. He wanted to repay her sweet attentions but he was not quite sure how to do so.
"Betty, take off your clothes. I want to see your body. You have .seen, and used mine. It seems only fair now that you let me see yours. Do you know that I have never even seen a real girl, down there, I mean. Will you let me see you now, sister?" he pleaded.
A week ago Betty would have laughed at her young brother's request. Now she realized that he wasn't really that young, sexually. She stepped back from the bed and started to slowly remove her clothing while Dean fixed her with huge eyes.
Dean loved the sight of her firm young tits and wanted to suck on them but even this thrill was forgotten when she dropped her panties and he saw the dark, furred mound of her womanhood. He moved to her like a sleepwalker as he ran his hands around her and grasped her buttocks and pressed that furry mound close to his face. There was a fresh smell of young woman about her and this inflamed his senses. He wanted a closer look at what woman was all about and he told his sister so.
Betty moved back a few steps from the bug-eyed youngster. He looked like such a child, but the memory of his huge cock in her mouth soon dispelled that thought from her mind. In a funny little way she was happy to be the first woman to display her sex to her younger brother. like some sex-crazed Aphrodite she spread her legs wide and exposed her sex center to the wild eyed young man. She realized that she was consciously posing and now she lowered her hands to the hairy triangle of her sex. Reaching inside her vulva with the index and middle finger of each hand she pulled and opened her sex slot wide to his astonished view.
The entire action began to make Betty very hot. She had enjoyed sucking her brother's cock, more than she had dreamed possible. Now she was consumed with a burning desire to have his mouth pressed to her own sex. She beckoned him closer and then she clasped his head and guided his mouth to her silken slit.
Dean took to sucking cunt like a homesick groundhog. He loved the smell and the taste of his sister's pussy. His tongue and his lips went at that honey-pot of hers like a starving hummingbird at a trumpet vine. From the very first contact Dean knew that this was the way he wanted a woman, now and forever. When he had licked and sucked Betty's pussy up and down the length of the fur fringed valley and then had, at last, latched onto her sensitive little clit, he knew that this was the only way to have sex with a woman. His fingers were deep in Betty's snatch when she finally came to his tongue and he felt her wonderful contortions as she squeezed on his imbedded digits.
That had been the beginning: but only the beginning of Dean's sex life. The time had passed swiftly and happily. His next six and a half years had been spent living in the family whorehouse. Every night his mother, aunt or sister had come to his room and sucked his cock. Usually he had sucked their cunts in exchange. It was a happy stage of life. During the days he went to school and was an excellent student. At nights he came home to the apartment and learned even more important facets of life.
The idyllic situation continued until he had celebrated his fifteenth birthday. Then, as all good things do, his happy arrangement came to-an abrupt halt.
The night the vice squad raided the apartment, Dean was sound asleep in his little room off the kitchen. His sister Betty was out on private business. The cops had come from nowhere. Later he found that an irate judge's son, with weirdo concepts of sex, had set them onto the apartment. Nevertheless, his mother and aunt were caught red-handed in prostitution charges and sentenced to six months jail. As a minor he had been removed to juvenile hall. Later his sister Betty, absent at the time of the raid and, therefore, clean, had taken him away and they moved to a small apartment on Westfield Avenue in Elizabeth, New Jersey. He was enrolled in Alexander Hamilton Junior High School across the street while Betty took a job as a sales clerk in the local Goerke Department Store.
At nights Betty continued to ply the family trade, although she never allowed a man to visit her apartment. She preferred to work the hotel lobbies. She jokingly remarked to Dean:
"My profession is just the opposite of the medical profession. They cure the diseases we spread but they make their patients come to their offices while we prefer to make house calls."
For the first time in his life Dean had some normal social activity. He joined in after school clubs and made a number of friends. In Newark he could never have anyone come to the apartment. It was all too obvious what it was. Now Betty had provided a normal healthy home and he had his own key and was free to come and go. She was seldom home so it was almost like having his own bachelor pad. As soon as his friends found out about his privacy it became the locale for teenage parties several times a week.
Dean dated a half a dozen different girls before Eleanor Murphy came into his life. She seemed more mature than the others. He was sick of juvenile types who thought it was a big deal if they let a guy soul kiss them, squeeze their titties or play a little stink-finger in the balcony at the movies. Most of the time he came home with a hard-on. If Betty had gotten home by the time he did he would take his erector set to her and she would suck it off. Usually he would go down and eat her cunt and then he could go to sleep. If she wasn't home he had to jack-off. That always seemed such a waste.
He first spotted Eleanor in the school cafeteria. He practically knocked a few kids down as he rushed over with his tray to get a seat at her table. She was a large girl with honey blonde hair that she wore shoulder length. Her large cornflower blue eyes seemed to open too wide; giving the appearance that she went through life in a constant state of surprise. Her lips were full and soft looking. The very sight of them made Dean's cock twitch in anticipation. The oth'.-r girls here in school had titties: Eleanor hau tits! Man, what a pair of lung warts this broad had. He judged them to be at least 38-D. Just a hint of firm nipples pressed out through her bra and sweater, as though trying to escape. He speculated on the size and color of the areo-las. All of these features he took in as he lowered himself into a seat opposite her. The table obscured her lower charms but, unless she was club footed or something, she would do nicely as his playmate here in the new neighborhood.
"Hi. I'm Dean Allen. I've only been here for a few weeks but I haven't seen you before."
"Hi, Dean. I'm Eleanor Murphy. The reason you haven't seen me is that I haven't been here. We just moved to town and this is my first day in this school."
"That figures. I knew if you'd have been around I'd have noticed you. You have, shall we say, a very outstanding personality." She saw his eyes indicate her firm full tits and blushed slightly as she got suddenly very busy cutting the meat on her plate.
"Where do you live, Eleanor?"
"Just a couple of blocks down the street. We rented the old house with the porch on the corner of Westfield Avenue and Lincoln."
"I know the house. I live right across the street in the Westfield Arms Apartments. We're practically neighbors."
"Hi, neighbor." She gave him the full smile now. Those lush lips parted to show the most beautiful white teeth he had ever seen. His cock twitched again.
"Hey, I've got a swell idea! There's a real groovy movie down at the Ritz. How about I pick you up around seven tonight and we go see it?"
"Well, I don't know. After all I hardly know you. We just met."
"Hell, that don't mean anything. Besides I can't think of a better way of getting acquainted. How about it? Okay?"
"Did you say seven o'clock?"
"Yeah. Unless that's too early for you."
"No, that's fine. I'll be ready."
When she got up to take her tray back to the counter Dean checked out her lower anatomy. It was all prime stuff from head to toe. She had well rounded legs with trim ankles that rose to firm, full buttocks that rolled provocatively as she walked. Man! he had found a real winner here.
Their first date at the movies was the best he had ever had in his life. They held hands during the first feature and hugged and kissed during the second. He made no attempt to go any further other than to let his hand brush lightly across her right tit as he took his arm from around her when they left the theatre. Just the nearness of her, the fragrance of her hair and touch of her hands and lips had given him a roaring hard-on. He hoped it didn't rip his pants. He tried to walk slightly behind her so she wouldn't notice it but he was sure that she already had. After all if it is natural and normal for boys to check out the bulges in girls' sweaters, then surely it was logical that girls checked out the bulges in boys' pants. When he kissed her goodnight on her front porch she pressed her body close to his. He almost creamed his jeans when those big tits flattened against his chest and she wiggled her hip around a little to massage his swollen, aching cock.
Betty was home when he got in. He undressed and showed her the mammoth erection. She turned down the covers of her bed and beckoned him to join her.
Tonight was different from any that had gone before. For the first time in his life Dean was in love. Now he sucked on Betty's big tits until the nipples were stiff and erect. He kept his eyes closed and pretended that it was Eleanor. If anything, her boobs were even bigger than Betty's. He maintained the mental fantasy that this was Eleanor in bed with him as he worked his way down to his sister's cunt to muff-dive as he never had before. Betty went wild. He could not seem to get enough of the taste and juice of her creaming cunt as he tongued and licked and sucked and chewed on it while she reached orgasm after orgasm.
Usually she sucked-off her brother in the attitude that it was just a friendly family accommodation, like shampooing each other's hair or scrubbing backs in the tub. Tonight he had aroused her passions to an almost unknown level. She really wanted to suck that enormous cock of his for him tonight and looked forward to the feel and flavor of his hot liquid manhood in her mouth and throat. He seemed intent on sucking her pussy all night long. She slipped her hands under his armpits and urged him up off of her trembling twat. .
"Please, Dean. That was beautiful ... the best ever ... but I just can't take any more. You've drained every ounce of my strength with that educated mouth of yours. I'm so weak now I doubt that I could walk to the bathroom. C'mon up here and give me your beautiful prick."
Despite years of heavy oral activity on both a give and take basis, Dean had never really gotten laid. Tonight he wanted to feel his swollen cock inside that juicy cunt he had been sucking for the past hour. He crawled up on top of his sister and kissed her on the lips and slid his tongue into her mouth as he guided the moist head of his huge charger against that hot, juicy hole. Suddenly, as she realized his intention, Betty started to fight him off violently.
"No, Dean, no! We can't do it that way. That is terribly wrong. It's alright to help each other relieve tensions by sucking off, but to actually fuck, that's wrong. It's immoral!"
"What the hell are you shitting about? You don't think it's so Goddamn immoral to spread your legs for any guy with a five or ten dollar bill in his hand."
"That's totally different and you know it. Now come up here and put your cock in my mouth."
"No! Now you just stop all the bullshit. Tonight I gotta fuck you. Don't you understand. I just gotta."
"No, Dean, never! It just isn't right. It's downright sinful for a girl to lay her own brother. You know that as well as I do."
"Balls! The only thing sinful about it in your mind is that you can't stand the idea of giving away something that you make your living by selling. It's bad business that bugs you, not bad morals."
"Please, Dean. There's something else too. I may not be clean. I mean, I may nave a venereal disease. There was this guy last week who didn't look too healthy, you know, down there."
"Then why in hell did you take him on? You shouldn't take a chance on something like that."
"Don't you yell at me. Why do you think I did it? Not because I wanted to but because we need the money. My stupid little job at the store barely pays our rent. Most of the other girls there either live at home or have working husbands. We need money for food and clothes and the phone. That poor pussy of mine is the only thing that is keeping this family together until Mom and Alice get out and can help pay the freight."
"I'm sorry, sis. I guess I haven't been very appreciative of all the sacrifices you've been making just for me. Tomorrow I'll try to see what I can do to help earn my own way around here."
Dean rolled off of his sister and started to get out of bed. He felt like a selfish heel to have wanted to use his sister's body just to soothe his throbbing cock. That poor body of hers had already been used and abused enough to support him. He would go to his room and jack-off. Then he could go to sleep and perhaps dream of Eleanor.
"Now where the hell do you think you're going?" Betty demanded, grabbing him by that huge handle.
"I'm going back to my room and let you get your rest."
"You're not going anywhere until I've milked every drop of cream from this throbbing beauty," she pouted as she stroked the hot, twitching shaft.
Dean straddled her chest now and she clasped his buttocks and pulled him to her face. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pulled the spongy, mauve head into her moist lips. He was dripping with clear fluid and this added lubrication made it easier for her to cram down her tight throat. Through years of practice Betty had learned just how to position her head and work her jawbones to encase all of that oversized cock of his in her oral cavity.
"That's perfect, sis, just perfect. Keep working your tongue all along it while I pull it in and out of your mouth. You just hold still and let me do the stroking."
He backed off until only the very tip of the head remained in her lips. He could hear her take a deep breath just before he held her head tightly and proceeded to shove his burning prick all the way through her mouth, past her palate and adenoids down into the warm stricture of her throat. She swallowed once or twice and the muscular contortions gave him added thrills. Still holding her head immobile he slowly withdrew. This was no ordinary head job; he was in her mouth with his eyes tight shut trying to pretend that it was Eleanor's cunt.
Dean changed pace several times, sometimes driving in hard and fast and then yanking it out just as rapidly, then with steady in and out strokes and finally falling into a tantalizingly slow pace that enjoyed each inch of snail's pace insertion and withdrawal. It was agonizingly delightful for both of them. He loved feeling his balls dragging back and forth over her big lovely tits. She still clutched the cheeks of his ass and worked a finger into his ass-hole just seconds before he knew that the explosion was imminent.
When the moment came and Dean shot his load into his sister's mouth it was like crazy. It was the granddaddy of all comes. He kept blasting for fifteen seconds as Betty swallowed and gulped to keep from choking as he belched out more and more of his happy love juice into her mouth and throat. She loved the salty-sweet taste of her brother's jism and swallowed it eagerly, as though it were the very elixir of her life.
Dean had had a lot of blow-jobs in his young life but this one was totally different. In his mind he had been fucking Eleanor while he shoved his cock in and out of his sister's mouth wantonly. It was a dirty trick to pull on Betty ... using her mouth while pretending it was another broad's cunt, but he didn't care. He was in love and even if he were surrounded by tits and cunts, his mind would be filled with the lovely Eleanor and that was the way it was.
Afterwards he slipped from Betty's bed and made his way to his own room. His mind was still filled with images of that big titted blonde with whom he had necked in the balcony of the theatre. All that he knew was that, come hell or high water,' he was going to fuck that Eleanor. Hers would be the first cunt into which he really dunked his dickey. God, how he wanted to fuck that well endowed blonde!
CHAPTER FOUR
Wednesday night Betty announced that she had a weekend date in Atlantic City. Dean would have the apartment all to himself. As soon as Betty left to work one of the hotels that evening he phoned Eleanor.
When her voice came on the line he was suddenly struck dumb. For the first time in his life he was totally speechless. He must be out of his fucking mind to phone a girl he had been out with once and hardly knew and ask her to spend the weekend with him.
"Hello, hello. Is there anybody on the line? Who is it?" Even her rich, somewhat husky voice made his cock twitch.
"Hi, Eleanor. It's me ... Dean. I'm sorry, I had a frog in my throat, or something."
"Hi, Dean. I was hoping you'd call me. What's up?"
Dean wanted to answer that his pecker was up just from the sound of her sexy voice.
"I, er ah, that is to say, I ah, what I really wanted to ask is do you have any plans for the weekend?" Oh shit, he might as well jump in with both feet. If he blew it she'd probably never speak to him again but on the other hand nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"Well, I don't really have anything definite planned. Why? What did you have in mind?" Her voice sounded suddenly guarded. Could she read his mind over the telephone wire?
"It's like this. My sister is going away for the weekend. I will have the apartment all to myself. I was wondering if we could, well, like get together, you know what I mean. Oh, hell, I'm not saying it right at all, Eleanor. Maybe you'd better just forget that I even called you tonight."
"Not on your life, boy. What you mean is that you thought it would be nice if I came over to your apartment and we could be all alone and unchaperoned there and play house, make like a mommy and daddy and go to bed together every couple of hours." Her voice had taken on a strange tone that he couldn't quite understand.
"Oh, please, Eleanor. I guess I just made an awful mistake. Try to forgive me." He started to hang up when she spoke again.
"I'll never forgive you if you call some other girl to share this golden opportunity. What time will she be leaving?" She sounded breathless and excited.
"Right after work Friday. About six-thirty."
"You're sure she won't change her mind? I'll have to make some pretty elaborate excuses. I'll get there at seven. Make sure you have enough food to last us for the whole weekend. I warn you, I eat like a horse."
Dean could hardly believe his ears. She had actually agreed. He would have her to himself for the entire weekend. How easily some of life's seemingly impossible dreams come true.
"I'll be counting the hours. You know, Eleanor, I think I'm in love with you."
"Well, I should hope so, if we're going to spend the weekend together." On this happy note she hung up.
Now he had only one problem. Money. He could not bring himself to ask Betty for money that she had earned between her legs so that he could spend it to get between Eleanor's legs. That didn't seem right.
One ad in the local paper looked promising: YOUNG MEN wanted for part-time inventory work. Pay: $2.00/hr. Call Bob Robinson, Allstates Inventory Service 702-6533.
Tonight was his lucky night on the phone. He called the number in the ad and spoke to Bob Robinson who told him he could get in about twenty hours work the following two days. He agreed to pay Dean in cash by five o'clock Friday afternoon. He got the address of a local factory where he was to count parts and make up inventory tags. It was simple enough and honest work. He cut school the next day and reported for work at eight. He worked through the day and up till ten that night. Friday he worked from eight till five. When he checked out with Bob Robinson he was given just under forty dollars, after tax deductions. He had never had so much money in his life.
Fifteen minutes in the supermarket made him feel considerably less wealthy. He had no idea how expensive it was just to eat. He loaded up with everything he could think of and had enough left for two bottles of cheap champagne. He left the store with two large bags of groceries and about five dollars left from his pay. Suddenly he had a terrifying thought. What if Eleanor changed her mind and didn't show up. He'd be stuck with all those groceries and the wine. He'd kill the cunt if she did that to him.
When he got to the apartment Betty had already left. He found a brief note saying that she would be back just in time to go to work Monday morning. Pinned to the note was a ten dollar bill for his weekend expenses alone. He would be proud to give it back to her on Monday. He had just finished getting things into the refrigerator when the doorbell rang.
Eleanor had never been more beautiful. The pink cashmere sweater made her huge tits look as caressable as a pair of fuzzy kittens. He took the small overnight case that she carried and set it down inside the door. Then, remembering a movie he had seen, he went out into the hall, swept her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold. She loved the romantic gesture and it surely left no doubt in her mind as to what they were here for.
While he got one bottle of the pre-chilled champagne out of the refrigerator Eleanor disappeared into his bedroom with her suitcase. He was glad that he had bought two cheap champagne glasses. He washed these and had everything set up on the cocktail table when she emerged from his room. She was wearing the sexiest looking black nylon negligee he had ever seen. It was all but transparent. Her tits looked even bigger without the bra. The nipples were firm in silver dollar sized circles of delicate pink. She had just enough of a tummy to be sexy and the huge mound of honey colored hair beneath it was a sight that produced an instant hard-on.
"Do you approve?" she asked, obviously digging for a compliment: "If you don't see what you want, just ask for it."
"God, Eleanor, you're something else. Turn around, let me see all of you."
The cheeks of her ass were a study in perfection. They were like beautiful rear tits. Dean had never been able to make up his mind as to whether he was basically a tit man or an ass man. With this broad, he could go either way. He let out a long, low whistle as she did her little model's turn for his enthralled inspection.
"Jesus, baby, you look good enough to eat."
"Promises, promises," she teased. "How long can I live on promises."
He swept her into his arms. The feel of her soft, warm body through the gossamer material made his prick feel like it was bursting out of its skin. She ground her cunt up to it, delighted with what she felt. Their tongues did a lovers' tango in each other's mouths and their hands explored one another. As they parted slightly her hand grasped his swollen cock.
"My God, is that your penis or did you steal a salami at the grocery store?" Her tone indicated a mixture of surprised delight and spine chilling fear.
Dean opened the champagne and filled their glasses. For the next hour he divided his attentions between nibbling on her gorgeous tits and sipping on the champagne. It was hard to say which was more delicious. It took both hands to cup one of those huge beauties and lift the nipple to his lips. Before he left them both, nipples were as swollen and hard as his throbbing cock.
Now Dean untied the thin belt that kept the sheer garment from separating at the waist. Then he opened the lower half of it to expose the full length of her luscious body to his sight. Saying a reluctant farewell to the twin towers of tenderness on her chest he kissed his way down to flick his tongue playfully into her navel.
"Hey, that tickles. I hope you aren't dusting. I thought I got all the lint out of my belly button when I took my bath just before I left the house." She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Besides, you silly boy, that isn't the hole you're supposed to stick your tongue in!"
"Don't you worry about me, baby. I don't need any roadmap to find my way around down in this neighborhood."
"Well then skip the detours and get onto the main road. After all that sucking on my boobs I'm as hot as a firecracker. At this rate I'm-likely to come before you even reach the scene of the fire."
She was the hairiest girl Dean had ever seen. His mother, aunt and sister had small triangles of short, wiry, dark hair but Eleanor had a magnificent head of cunt-hair. It was long and soft and it covered a broad expanse of her lower abdomen. Dean buried his face in it and burrowed around in it with his nose and lips. She had a nice girl-like fragrance about her. He ran his hand between her thighs and parted her legs. His fingers slid easily into her warm, well juiced slit. He lowered his face and started to tongue up and down the pink walled valley while she moaned and writhed beneath his mouth and pressed her cunt up firmly to his lips.
"Ahhhh, that's heavenly," she moaned as he slid his tongue deep into that lovely cunt that had been the object of all his dreams ever since he had met her.
He sucked her vaginal lips into his mouth and lapped out as much of her precious nectar as he could. God but she had a delicious gash. For some mysterious chemical reason blondes seem to have a totally different flavor than brunettes. Sort of like vanilla compared with chocolate.
After he had extracted as much of her honeyed cream as his tongue could reach he moved up and directed his full attention to the now erected little clitoris. She trembled all over as his tongue first grazed the erogenous nerve center. He ran two fingers into the vulva that was creaming all over again from his treatment. Then he removed the middle finger, well coated with her vaginal fluids and eased it into her tight ass-hole while his index finger continued to play inside the front tunnel as he held her in this bowling alley grip while his tongue and lips kept her in a continuous state of delicious agony. At last he felt the convulsions start and repeat several times as she was swept away on the tide of tremendous multiple orgasms.
When the final spasm had subsided he pulled his face from her creaming cunt. Now was the moment he had been dreaming of. While her eyes were still closed in ecstasy he dropped his pants and shorts and guided the bulbous head of that mammoth charger of his to the center of that hot juicy slit.
"Oh God, Dean. It's huge. I'm no virgin but I'm afraid of that Yule log of yours. I'll never be able to take all of that thing inside of me. I'm afraid you'll split me right in half. Please, let's take it slow and easy. I'll open up as wide as I can but just try to be gentle."
She spread her legs wide while he eased the great proud head into the top of her tube. He could see that she was enduring great pain but he was so hot now that he was unable to control his own sex as it rammed and thrust mercilessly into the poor split girl. The feel of those soft-moist walls of her cunt stretched so tightly around his glans and the inch or so beyond that he could not hold back. With only a little more than a fourth of his prick in her pussy he let blast with spurt after spurt of hot come. She could feel it shooting into the depths of her cunt and this made her come again. He felt the tight squeezes and caresses of her vagina on his partially imbedded member.
"Don't take it out, Dean. I think I'm beginning to get used to the size of it. I do want all of you in me, my darling, even if it kills me, I've got to have all of you all the way inside of me. I hope I'm not too much of a disappointment to you. We'll work it out and I'll stretch out down inside there until we fit each other just perfectly. You'll see."
"Oh Eleanor, I love you. You could never be a disappointment to me. Just the touch of you, down there is enough to make me come."
The truth of the matter is, Dean thought that if this were all there is to fucking, he really hadn't been missing much. A good cocksucking beat the hell out of this straight lay jazz.
"I have an idea Dean. You're beginning to shrink now that you've come. If it gets smaller but not too soft maybe you can work it all the way in and then we'll just hold it inside there until it gets hard again. That way it will stretch me slowly to size."
"It's worth a try."
It's not easy to shove a shriveled, spent cock into a tight hole but Dean kept pressing it harder and harder into her and she helped by thrusting upward to him with her widespread cunt. Inch by inch they worked it all the way in and she felt his balls press against the lower end of her stretched slit. The thought of really being all the way in a woman's quim for the first time made Dean begin to get hard again. He could feel his growing prick stretching the soft walls of its prison. She let out an occasional little gasp from the sharp pain but she was determined to meet the challenge of handling the biggest cock she'd ever even dreamed of. Dean was worried that he'd swell to where he was hopelessly trapped in her. Maybe someone would have to throw cold water on them, like they do to get dogs apart.
"Now, Dean, now. Fuck me!"
"I'm not sure I can budge it, it's so tight. It may hurt."
"I don't care if it does. I want you to fuck me all the way with that big horse cock of yours. Fuck me good and proper until we both come, even if I cry or holler or scream, don't stop. Come on, fuck me good!"
To Dean it was like trying to pull your leg out of a bear trap. The fit was so impossibly tight that he nearly tore all the skin off his swollen cock but gradually he managed to increase the strokes as some of her juices mixed with his own initial deposits to lubricate and soothe the tender membranes. Within five minutes he was stroking comfortably all the way in and out of her stretched snatch. It felt good and the emotional pleasure of knowing that he was really fucking the big blonde was thrilling but, even so, something seemed to be missing. It was several minutes before it dawned on him what it was. A cunt has no tongue to lick and tickle and massage and titillate while lips rubbed up and down his staff. He missed this part of the action as he had grown used to it through the years with the women in his family. He had looked forward to the day when he would actually fuck. Now it came as a distinct disappointment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he scored a big plus for head and a negative mark for a straight lay.
Eleanor, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven now that she had relaxed and found that she could accommodate his almost unwieldy weapon. She had broken out in a sweat that nearly glued their bellies together and made her big tits slippery and slightly salty tasting when he bent down to suck on them while he fed that meat to her. He felt her come a half dozen times as he slammed in and out of her tortured twat. Now her head lolled from side to side. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breathing became a gasping for air through parched lips as the ramming continued.
Dean reached one hand beneath her spread buttocks and rammed his finger up her ass. This seemed to make her take the final inch into that creamy, dripping cunt. He could feel the excess juices seeping out and flowing over his balls.
"Oh, Eleanor, I'm going to come. I'm going to come all the way down in your cunt. Do you want it, baby?"
"Oh yes, dear. Come to me. Come in my cunt. I want to feel it and then I'll come right with you."
"Fuck me, honey. Lift that little cunt of yours up tight to my cock and take every bit of it inside of you."
"Oh Dean, I can feel you swelling up. Fuck me good and hard. Sock it to me all the way. Ohhhh, that's so good. Keep fucking me and shoot your sweet, hot cream into my boiling cunt. Give it to me. I want all of your come in my cunt."
"Here it is, Eleanor. I'm coming deep inside your cunt. Can you feel it?"
"Oooooh ... that's wonderful. Can you feel me coming? Can you feel me hugging and squeezing that big prick of yours? Oh, I love it."
"Yes, baby, I can feel it. Massage me with your cunt baby. Work all those muscles along that wonderful tunnel of love of yours and squeeze every last drop out of me."
They clung together for long minutes after the colored lights had flashed and the cymbals had clashed in their heads. When, at last, Dean withdrew from the fur fringed shaft he lowered his head to give his hostess a little kiss in appreciation for her hospitality. He saw that her vulva was stretched and dilated to such a point that he could have easily shoved his arm up inside it clear to his elbow. Heavy, white fluids were seeping out of it and running in little rivulets down the crease of her ass. When she got up to go to the bathroom a virtual flood of the sticky white stuff whooshed out and ran down both her legs. He had pumped enough of his liquid manhood into her to populate a rural community.
While they rested Eleanor proved to be quite efficient in the kitchen. She approved of his grocery choices and soon they sat at the kitchen table for an excellent meal to keep up their strength. There was a lot of weekend ahead of them yet.
Later, as they watched a movie on television, she could not keep her hands off of Dean's cock. It was as though she had to keep reassuring herself that it had not been a crazy dream. Then she bent over him and stroked it lightly and then pressed it into the valley between her tits which she pressed together to surround him with the soft flesh. Moving back and forth on him now she very tenderly masturbated his awakening charger with her tits. She raised up to observe the results of her loving efforts. He was about half hard now. Already clear fluid was oozing out of the slit in his glans. She bent lower and licked it off. The touch of her tongue on the sensitive head of his cock made it grow another inch.
"Give him a little kiss, baby."
She covered the head of it and all over the staff with gentle little butterfly kisses, while her hands toyed with his balls.
"Suck on it baby. Take it in your mouth and suck my cock."
"I don't know if I can get it in my mouth, but I'll try."
She started by licking it all over with her tongue. After a few minutes of licking and tonguing, she opened her mouth wide and Dean felt the soft, full lips slide over the head of his fast growing cock as she slipped it into the warm, wet recess of her mouth. Little by little she went deeper and deeper down on it. This girl was no newcomer to the gentle art of cocksucking. Her tongue-work was excellent and Dean thought how much better her mouth felt with that tongue than her cunt had earlier.
She was really amazing. With little apparent difficulty she got almost two thirds of his huge rod into her mouth and was slipping up and down on it expertly while one soft hand stroked the base that she could not get into her mouth and the other gently squeezed his balls. It was really getting to be pure heaven when she suddenly pulled off.
"Don't stop, baby. Don't stop now."
"I want you to put it in me. I want you to fuck me again and keep me stretched before it starts to shrink back to normal."
"Later. Right now I want you to suck my cock. I want to come in your mouth."
"No. I want you to fuck me again. This time I don't think it will hurt and I can enjoy all of it, instead of the last part alone. Please. Give me a good fucking now. I'll suck you off later. I promise. Please, Dean. I want to see if I can take it all in me easily now. Please."
Reluctantly, Dean watched her crawl up onto the couch. His prick was throbbing for oral attention but he directed it instead at the hairy hole in the bottom of her belly. It slid in with very little trouble this time and felt quite normal, he supposed. It sure was one hell of a letdown from the really great feeling that her mouth and tongue had been giving him. He felt cheated but he had been so anxious to really fuck her. Now here he was complaining about having to do just that. It surely wasn't normal to feel that way about sex with the girl you love. He wondered if all the years of having his cock sucked by his mother, aunt and sister had made a pervert of him. How could his mind wander so at a time like this. Eleanor brought him back to the present:
"Oh, fuck me, Dean. God, this is wonderful this time. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels great. I love that big prick of yours inside of me. Do you like my cunt, Dean. Do you like being inside of my body?"
"Of course I do, dear."
"Well then say it. Tell me you like it."
"I just did."
"No. I want to hear you say the words, while you're fucking me. Don't you know how important it is to a woman to hear the words while she is giving her body to the man she loves? "
"Oh, for chrissake. Alright then. I love to fuck you. I love your soft, juicy little cunt. I love to feel my prick inside of your cunt."
Suddenly Dean found that saying the words meant a lot to him as much perhaps as hearing them meant to her. His cock grew inside her.
"Oh, don't come yet, Dean. Please try to hold back. It feels so wonderful now, I want it to last forever."
"Then just hold still for a moment. Maybe I can force it back if we just keep still."
They lay there together but not moving for more than a minute. His prick was all the way in her cunt but they weren't fucking. Dean tried to think of some of the parts he had taken inventory of and even did a multiplication table in his mind to retreat from the brinks of explosion that he had felt inside his buxom blonde.
"Okay, I think I can hold off for awhile now."
"Good, then really fuck me now, bounce the head of that monster off of my uterus. Try to hurt me. Fuck me as hard and rough as you can. A woman-likes to be hurt by the man she loves."
Dean was beginning to think that women are basically nuts. Oh well, he slammed into her as roughly as he could. He heard her gasp a few times and then she threw her legs around his ass and held him all the way inside as he felt the walls of her cunt squeezing him as she went through a long orgasm. All the while she kept kissing him and murmuring.
"Oh, I love that beautiful prick of yours and the way you fuck me with it."
He tried to stroke in and out of her properly after her legs released him but he found that he was losing interest-and his hard-on. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her to finish him off in her mouth. What the hell, he'd kept his end of the bargain.
He pulled out of her and came up to straddle her chest. He saw the look of shocked surprise on her face as he positioned himself and then barked at her:
"Now suck it off. Finish me off in your mouth."
Before she could respond or react he grabbed her head and thrust his cunt coated cock between her lips and teeth. He felt her tongue go to work on it. This was more like it. She gobbled it good as he shoved it deeper and deeper down her throat until she almost choked. At last she felt him distend and gush forth a vast amount of the salty-sweet white viscous fluid into her throat. Only when she had swallowed the last drop of his offerings did he release her head and remove his fleshy cork from her lips.
Eleanor wasn't mad bu, she was pouty for the rest of the evening. Around midnight Dean had the frightening thought that she might suddenly decide to go home. He opened the other bottle of champagne. A couple of glasses loosened her up a bit. At last she talked about what was on her mind.
"What's the matter, Dean? Am I a lousy lay? Is there something about my cunt or the way I fuck that displeases you? I have never had a guy stop right in the middle of a lay, the way you did. It's giving me a complex. Please, let's talk about it. Level with me."
"There's nothing to talk about, Eleanor. It isn't you; it's me. Promise not to laugh at me if I let you in on a little secret?"
"Of course, Dean. I wouldn't laugh at you anyway, unless you were telling a joke or something."
"Well, this is no joke."
"Okay, so I won't laugh. Now tell me. What's wrong?"
"Would you believe? You are the first girl I ever laid. I guess, in a way, I didn't really know what to expect. It's probably just something I have to get adjusted to. Try to be patient with me.
"You mean, you were a virgin?" Her tone was incredulous.
"No, I wasn't a virgin. I just mean I had never laid a girl before."
"That doesn't make sense. Are you putting me on, or something? How can you never have gotten laid before but not be a virgin? I don't get it."
"It's no big mystery. What I mean, sweetie, is that I've had my cock sucked hundreds, maybe thousands of times, for years by three different females and yet I had never actually put it into a girl's cunt until tonight with you. I guess I am just so used to head by now that I don't quite know how to handle tail."
Eleanor remained strangely silent after his little confession. He was afraid that maybe he had hurt her. When he looked at her there were tears streaming down her lovely cheeks. Yeah, women were really nuts when it came to sex. Nevertheless he felt that he had offended her and that he should try to comfort her now. Moving close he took her in his arms and patted her back, saying:
"There, there, sweetie. Don't be sad. I can't help it anymore than you can. It is just something we'll have to adjust to."
"I'm not sad, you dope. These are tears of joy. I was so afraid that there was something wrong with me, physically, that I couldn't please you. I am so relieved. What the hell, my boy, we have no problem. If it's head you want, it's head you'll get!"
In a flash she was down on the floor between his legs. She swept his limp cock into her Warm-wet mouth and began to give it a highly professional oral massage. Within a minute or two he was big and hard and she seemed intent on getting every bit of that rod into her mouth and throat just as she had proven she could take it all into her cunt. She sucked desperately and voraciously on his swollen prick as his juices mixed with her own saliva to lubricate the long thick shaft to where she was able to get down on it clear to his balls, which she caressed and squeezed.
Every few minutes she would come all the way off of it and take in huge lungfuls of air before she swooped down on him again swallowing his cock to the very hilt. She did an outstanding job and it was more than he could stand for long. On her final descent he held her head full down on him while he blasted a mammoth load into her lovely lips. Long afterwards she sucked and licked and squeezed him with her throat muscles as she swallowed to make sure that she had drained him dry.
When the champagne was gone and the late-late movie was over he led her to his bed. They clung close to each other's naked body as they kissed and petted until they fell into a deep, contented sleep.
It was late Saturday morning when Dean awakened. His head was throbbing from the unaccustomed drinking. The next thing he was conscious of was that he had to pee so bad he wondered if he could make it to the bathroom. He tried to get up but something was holding him down. He opened his eyes to see Eleanor squatting over him. She had lowered her snatch onto his erect cock.
"Hey, baby, let me up, quick. I gotta pee so bad I can taste it."
"Well, then go ahead and pee. You don't have to get up just for that."
"But, I couldn't do that."
"Don't you understand, darling? I am asking you to pee in my cunt. I want to feel your sweet, warm water flooding into me and giving me a real lovers' douche. Please, Dean, pee in my cunt."
As she spoke she continued to stroke up and down his swollen cock. It was more than he could stand. He felt the urine start like someone had opened a fire hydrant. Eleanor seemed delighted as the hot water shot up into her impaled vagina.
"Ooooh, that's wild! Give me more. Piss in my cunt as hard and as much as you can. Oh, I love it!"
Dean had to admit that there was a way-out thrill to the weird experience. In a way it gave him a feeling of superiority and complete possessive domination of the girl to use her most private place as his own personal urinal.
"Oh, Dean, my God, feeling you has made me want to pee too. Maybe you'd better let me go to the bathroom."
"Not on your life. Turnabout is fair play. It might be fun to feel your hot urine flushing around my cock and trickling down over my balls. We have to shove the sheet and mattress pad in the washing machine in the basement later anyway, so go ahead and pee on me."
"Say it again, ask me for it and tell me where you want to feel it." She really had this thing about sex talk during sex acts.
"Yes, baby. I want you to pee while my cock is deep inside your cunt. I want to feel your hot, yellow water squishing around my prick and flooding out over my balls. Give it to me, Eleanor, piss all over my balls, baby. I want you to. Pee on my balls, sweetie."
That did it! The hot stream flushed around his cock and poured out over his balls. He would have thought that the experience would have been revolting but was amazed that he found it erotically stimulating.
Afterwards he grabbed her by those beautiful buttocks and pulled her down hard on his erect prick. They fucked furiously now. The siphoning action of their movements made little slurping sounds as their mixed urine was pumped out of her cunt and over his balls.
Her hands were braced on the headboard of the bed to support herself as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her huge tits hung down near his chin. He clasped them and guided the nipples to his mouth. By pulling them together he could get both nipples in his mouth at once and he sucked and chewed on them until they became big and stiff while she rode his rod like a yo-yo going up and down the length of its string.
Fucking this way felt almost like getting sucked-off. He was lying flat on his back while she did all of the moving about. It was almost like she was cunt sucking his stiff cock. The thought of this excited him and soon they both came to an explosive come in perfect unison with one another. What a wild way to start off the day!
They stripped the bed before the yellow water had soaked all the way through to the mattress. Dean wadded up the linens and tossed them in the foyer and they got into the shower together. It was crazy, soaping up those beautiful tits and cheeks of her ass and then shampooing that big mop of cunt-hair while she scrubbed his balls and stroked his soapy cock until he had a brand new hard-on.
He was soaping and fingering her ass-hole real good as she scrubbed up and down the length of his stiffening prick. Suddenly she asked:
"Do you think we could get it in there, really?" Her tone indicated her soapy little anus.
"I'm willing to try, if you are," he asserted.
"I've never been fucked up the ass but I've heard about and read about it a lot. I've even seen pictures so I know that it is possible, but you're so damn big. Oh, hell, soap us both up good and let's try it. We'll never know if we don't at least try."
"Yeah, like the fella' says: 'If you ain't tried it ... don't knock it.' "
Once they were both well lubricated they stepped from the shower. Dean bent Eleanor over the edge of the tub and got between her spread legs. He worked one finger easily into her rear, and then two. Later he got two fingers of each hand in and tried to spread her open as wide as he could. He was amazed at how she dilated. It was like pulling on a small round rubber band.
"Well, here goes, ready or not," he announced.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but take it easy back there."
Dean guided the big purple knob into the center of the light brown doughnut and lunged against her rear. The head slid in with amazing ease, even though Eleanor let out a little squeal of pained delight. Inch by inch they increased the penetration until at last he was up to the balls in her ass-hole. It had been much easier than his first entry into her cunt.
"Fuck me, darling. Fuck your little girl up her ass. Let me feel all of that big cock of yours way up inside my bowels. Oh, I love it!"
Dean spread her buttocks wide as he plunged in and out from glans to balls. He loved looking down and watching his meat disappear into that tight tan tunnel in the center of her cleft rump. Soon it became coated with a milky clear mucus tinged and streaked here and there with brown. She reached between her legs and played with his balls as he plugged her ass-hole good and hard. Several times the ring-shaped muscles in her rectum grabbed at him and he knew that she was going through her first anal orgasms. He had never known that girls could come from being fucked in the ass. He figured that a man could, but not the woman. Now he slammed into her stretched anus like a jungle beast in heat. When he came up her rear it was the most powerful thing he had ever felt. It dry-balled him to the point that he felt faint and had to lean on the bent over girl for support until his head stopped swimming.
When he withdrew, his big, limp cock plopped out of her rear with a noise like the champagne corks last night. She led him to the basin and washed his streaked staff and his balls really well and patted them dry with a soft Turkish towel.
After breakfast they ran the bed linens through the washer and dryer in the basement of the apartment building. They were a little more relaxed with each other now and the day and evening went by happily as they sucked and fucked every time they could get up the energy-and the necessary equipment.
Sunday was a perfect day. By now they had filled each other in on the details of their past lives. Eleanor told him how she had lost her cherry when she was twelve and loved sex ever since. He told her how he had been brought up in a whorehouse.
"Wow, that's really wild," she commented. "You ought to write a book about all the action you saw there."
"I never saw any. I had to stay in my room whenever customers came."
"Gee, that's too bad. I have these two swinging girl friends who invited me to an orgy once while their folks were away. Maybe we could line up something like that here if your sister goes away for another weekend soon."
"Yeah, that would be great."
"Come to think of it, you'd really dig these girls. They'd go down on anything. Both Sally and Sue would rather eat a cock than a banana split. They told me once about a gang-bang they got involved in. That night they each sucked off over thirty guys. Sally says they swallowed so much jism that they shit pure white for a week afterwards."
"They sound charming. When can we get together?"
"As soon as you line up some guys. I don't mind sharing you but I want a little of the opposite sex in exchange. That's fair, isn't it? If you want to swing, so do I."
"Well, you might like to meet Jack and Bill. I'll line up as many guys as you line up girls. Soon as Betty goes away again we schedule an orgy. Only thing is, I don't want to lose you to some other guy."
"Don't you worry, my boy. You can speak as softly as you like but with that big stick you carry around in your pants, you can get me back in line anytime you pull it out."
Sunday night Eleanor helped him clean the apartment and get rid of the champagne bottles and other trash that would give away the fact that they had been partying. Dean hid the two champagne glasses in the back of a dresser drawer.
Eleanor had told her folks she'd be home late Sunday night. A little after nine they went to bed for the last time for this session. The only thing they hadn't tried together yet was a sixty-nine, so they wound up their first weekend together with this rare treat. It was simply beautiful. He felt her big tits grazing across his belly as she straddled him and lowered her delicious gash to his face. He ran his fingers through the thick soft cunt-hair as he tongued and licked and sucked at that sweet honey filled slit of hers while she bobbed her head up and down taking all that huge, stiff cock into her experienced mouth. They brought each other to orgasm in split second precision timing. She gulped down every drop of his liquefied pearls while he tongued her deeply and tried to hold as much of that honey blonde taste of her womanhood in his mouth to remember her by after she left him.
A little before eleven Dean sucked on those great tits of hers for a final time and buried his face for a good-night kiss to that soft muff. She slipped the tip of his spent cock into her mouth and kissed it bye-bye for now. Then she slipped into her sweater and skirt and in another minute he was alone with his memories of a fabulous session and dreams of what the next might be like with those two wild cocksucking girl friends of hers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Monday morning Betty returned. He tried to give her back her ten dollars. She said to keep it. She had gotten a hundred bucks for the weekend. He thought that, at those rates, what he had gotten must have been worth two hundred. The best part of it was that she told him she was going away the following weekend with one of her benefactor's friends. This time, it would be Philadelphia but she would be gone from Friday night to Monday morning again.
He saw Eleanor a couple of times in school that day but didn't have a chance to talk to her. When Betty went out that night Dean phoned her to tell her about next weekend.
"Hey, that's really groovy. Do you want me to line up Sally and Sue?"
"I sure do, baby. I'll get in touch with Jack and Bill and that will make three couples of us. Is that okay with your girls?"
Dean called Bob Robinson. He had a couple of night jobs so he didn't have to cut school but did manage to come up with twenty-eight dollars by Friday. He still had the ten dollars Betty had insisted he keep and the other guys were supposed to chip in for orgy costs.
When seven o'clock Friday night rolled around the three guys had the kitchen and bar well stocked. None had ever had any experience with plural sex and were in a high state of excitement over the weekend ahead.
Dean had really gone all out and even bought a large bouquet of fresh flowers which he arranged rather, amateurishly in a vase on the cocktail table. Eleanor was to meet Sally and Sue at the bus station and meanwhile the three boys tried to keep calm with a few' drinks. The sands of time poured slowly through the hourglass as they awaited the arrival of the sexy broads. Dean looked back and forth from Jack to Bill. They had not provided any girls. He resented the fact that they would be screwing my Eleanor but consoled himself with the thought that Sally and Sue were supposed to give real great head.
At nearly quarter of eight the doorbell rang. Dean literally leaped from the couch to open it. Eleanor looked so radiant that he wanted to call the whole deal off and just have her alone, all to himself, but he pretty quick got over this idea when he checked out the two chicks with her. Sally had fiery red hair; the kind that just has to be natural. He was already beginning to wonder what a red-haired cunt would taste like.
Sue had raven black hair; close cropped and with bangs. He thought that her forehead did not hold the only bangs she'd have this weekend. Both were well endowed in the tit department and seemed as thrilled as the guys at what lay ahead.
Each of the girls carried a small suitcase and Eleanor led them into the living room. She seemed proud of the fact that she knew her way around Dean's apartment so intimately. Both Sally and Sue rolled their hips like Marilyn Monroe as they walked. Dean wondered how they rolled their lips and tongue when a big prick was stuffed into their mouths.
Once the introductions had been performed and Dean had gotten the girls a drink there was a brief period of uneasiness. Eleanor seemed to spot it instantly and know just how to solve the problem.
"What is this shit? We aren't here to admire each others' wardrobes so let's get out of these silly clothes. Last one to strip is an old maid!"
Suddenly it was raining clothes. Brassieres, panties, jockey shorts and undershirts flew into confused heaps as everyone rushed to get into the spirit of the occasion.
The two female newcomers had unbelievable bodies. Dean was getting a hard-on, just watching them strip. When all were balls-ass naked, he walked over and squeezed their tits and the cheeks of their asses and stroked the furry triangles of their crotches. They grabbed at his cock and stroked on it. It was all very sociable. He saw Jack and Bill fondling Eleanor's big tits and running their fingers through her vast patch of cunt-hair. For some stupid reason Dean felt insanely jealous.
Neither Jack nor Bill had ever seen Dean's cock. They stared at it now in open amazement. Its mammoth proportions gave them a real complex about their own average sized equipment. Their pricks and balls looked like miniature models alongside Dean's gargantuan genitals.
"Holy cow, will you get a load of that schlong!" Jack yelled. "I think we ought to nickname Dean 'Firehose O'Shea,' don't you?"
"Looks more like a hung jury to me," Sue commented, with obvious admiration for Dean's pride and joy.
"I don't get the connection," Sally said as she reached out with both hands to clasp and stroke the mammoth member as though she needed proof that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
"I mean that he's hung like twelve men, all good and true," Sue explained.
From the sight of all this woman flesh at one time plus the complimentary comments it was receiving, Dean's cock was growing rapidly now. Everyone in the room was staring at it in utter fascination. Sally and Sue both felt themselves getting very juicy down below as it grew and grew before their very eyes. Bill, who had not yet joined in the conversation, suddenly began to chuckle to himself.
"What's so funny?" Eleanor demanded.
"Something about Dean suddenly reminded me of a stupid riddle I heard the other day."
"Well, you might as well let us in on the joke," Sue prompted.
"Alright. What's gray and comes in quarts?" Bill asked.
"Gray paint?" someone suggested.
"No. The answer is male elephants."
Everyone laughed and returned their attention to the rise of Dean's monstrous organ.
"I wonder what could possibly have reminded him of that corny riddle?" Sally asked as she reached down and hefted Dean's balls. "My God, they're like a pair of grapefruit!" she exclaimed in sheer delight.
Sue slipped down onto her hands and knees on the floor. Her tongue flicked out and began to spiral the long shaft that was nearly fully inflated now. Sally followed suit and started licking Dean's balls. Jack and Bill followed the girls to the floor and pressed their mouths to their juicy slits. After licking their targets a bit they got onto their knees behind the girls and began to fuck them dog fashion while the girls alternated between sucking on the head of that huge cock and licking around the base of it at his balls. Dean was in a fever of sheer ecstasy. This was a head man's dream of heaven. He loved looking down and seeing the two heads bobbing up and down and around his cock.
Suddenly the pleasant view was obstructed. Eleanor had felt left out of the action. She straddled the arms of the club chair and lowered her own creamy cunt to Dean's lips. How he loved the smell and the taste of her.
Their three ring sex circus was off to a strong start!
In this first round Dean, along with Sally and Sue were doubly blessed in that they were giving and receiving attentions at both ends at the same time. The other two boys were just screwing, while luscious Eleanor was just getting her box sucked off. Dean ran his hands up and played with her big tits and then lowered them to her buttocks and slid a finger in her ass-hole as he sucked her snatch.
like a well rehearsed orchestra they all finished together as six bodies came in unison. The girls between his legs had been alternating positions and, when he came, he could not see (through Eleanor's dense underbrush) which of them was the big winner as she received two loads of man juice in her body at the same time. When it was over they all collapsed in a big heap of intertwined flesh.
Once they had untangled the six bodies, Eleanor suggested that they take a food break. The two new girls got up to follow her to the kitchen.
Sally had a trickle of heavy white fluid seeping from the corner of her mouth, while another rivulet of similar juice ran down the inside of her leg. Now it was obvious to Dean who had been the winner of today's daily double.
The girls whomped up a fantastic beef stew. Dean enjoyed watching the three of them, stark naked, in the kitchen preparing it. He had a few frightening moments as Eleanor's huge tits hung down dangerously close to the front gas burners as she put things on the back of the stove.
When the meal was ready they all sat nude around the big cocktail table eating and commenting on each others' bodies. Sue sat next to Dean and kept feeling and stroking his cock as they ate. By the time the meal was over he had built up a new hunger for something other than food. Sue and Bill, the two clowns of their little circus kept everyone amused exchanging quips during dinner. Sue finally broke them up with a riddle of her own:
"What do you get when you make a combination sandwich out of peanut butter and a donkey?"
After a few minutes of guessing at the answer they all gave up, so Sue explained:
"You either get a peanut butter sandwich with long gray ears hanging out of the bread or a little piece of ass that sticks to the roof of your mouth!"
This seemed to get the show back on the road. Dean rose to his feet and extended his hand to Sue:
"Speaking of ass, how would you like to come in to my room and carefully examine my ceiling?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Sue smiled as she scrambled up and trotted off with him, the cheeks of her ass rolling provocatively at those they left behind.
Once they had attained the privacy of his room, Sue stretched out on his bed and spread her lovely thighs invitingly. Dean crawled in beside her and lowered his mouth to her firm, full tits. He licked and kissed and sucked on the nipples until they erected. Her boobs were not as large as Eleanor's but the nipples were twice the size. It was as though he were sucking on the tips of both of his thumbs.
Once he had satisfied his craving for her full breasts he began to direct his face and mouth lower and lower on her anatomy. Her little triangular patch of cunt-hair was as black as the ace of spades and very wiry. He tongued his way through it and slid his tongue into the pink cleft in the center of that raven black forest.
Sue went wild as he sucked and nibbled on her cunt. She thrashed around beneath him like some wild, abandoned animal. Just as he felt the contortions of her orgasm with his tongue, deeply imbedded in her seething cunt, she murmured :
"Oh, Dean, your room has the most divine ceiling. I want to see a lot more of it."
Sucking her sweet, little, black pussy had given him a full erection. Believing that to waste not is to want not, he brought it up to that flowing little hole and aimed the huge head at the flooding slit. He pressed down on her and soon was imbedded in her creamy quim. For a rather small girl she had a hell of a grocket and with very few thrusts he was fully imbedded in its soft inner folds of moist membranes. Once he had penetrated her clear to his balls he held it still in her inner depths and enjoyed the gentle massage of her inner muscles. This lovely girl might be tiny on the outside, but she was huge on the inside.
Sue was only the second girl that Dean had actually fucked. He had to adrnit that her snatch was more comfortable than Eleanor's had been at first. Even though the gently warm, damp massage felt good to his inflamed-swollen cock it was not like a mouth. He missed the gentle treatment of the tongue but told himself that he must learn to like this normal method of sex.
By most young men's standards, Sue would have been considered a terrific lay. Dean kept trying to tell himself this as he pumped his huge dong in and out of her hot wet cunt. In spite of the best of his mental and physical efforts, he found her wanting where sex was concerned. Too many years of exclusive oral stimulation and satisfaction had made it utterly impossible for him to properly appreciate the feel of a real vaginal massage.
"Talk to me, Sue. Tell me what you want. Tell me the way you like it the best. Talk me into coming in your cunt," he begged.
"Fuck me, Deano. Shove that mammoth tool of yours clear up to my belly button. Get it all inside me. Let my cunt feel and caress every inch of it. Work it all the way up into my snatch and shoot your sweet load into the very depths of my womanhood."
It did help. Dean redoubled his efforts. He lunged into her like a wanton animal and finally he felt the swelling begin and then he shot spurt after spurt of his spunk into the very bottom of that little black-haired cunt. Still, there was something missing. There was no tongue to lick along his immersed member to urge out the final drop of jism.
"Oh, God, Dean. I'm fucked flat! You really know how to get way in there and put out all the fires in a woman. That's "the greatest lay I've ever had! Did you enjoy my body as much as I enjoyed yours?"
"Of course I did, Sue," he lied. In his heart he felt that this had been a criminal waste to shoot his load into her cunt. It would have been infinitely more satisfying to blow it into her mouth.
Five minutes later when they returned to the others in the living room, he saw Bill on the couch pumping hell out of Sally, whose legs were wrapped around his ass. His own loved one, Eleanor, was bent low over a chair while Jack screwed her from the rear. From the angle of his view Dean could not tell whether Jack's cock was in her pussy or her ass-hole. Suddenly he realized that he really didn't give a damn.
Dean made a drink for Sue and a stiff one for himself. They sat on the floor at one side of the room observing the double action that took place before them. Somewhere deep inside his guts Dean became aware of a strange feeling of empty loneliness. Something must be done to overcome it. The sight of these two couples fucking at once aroused his passions, but he knew that this was not what he wanted.
He took his semi-erect cock in his hand and approached the chair over which Eleanor was bent as Jack addressed her from behind. He got onto his knees in the chair and grabbed Eleanor's head and pressed his cock to her lips. She got the message instantly and started to mouth and suck on him while Jack kept ramming her from the rear. He looked down at the lovely head going down to encase his own sex. Suddenly he knew that this was all he really wanted. He pressed himself forward, deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Jack blew his load and backed off but Dean kept at those luscious lips of hers and loved the feel of that tongue on the tender parts of his sex. At last he came in her mouth. The thrill of the experience was a hundredfold what the pleasure had been when he crumbled his cookies in Sue's cunt a short time before.
After they had all rested awhile and had a drink, Jack led Eleanor off into Betty's room. Bill had Sue join him on the living room couch. Dean took Sally's hand and walked with her into his room.
Sally was different from the other two girls. Her tits were nice and well formed, but not really large. Her pussy was covered with bright coppery hair that matched the natural red of her head. Her large, green eyes looked like a cat but the thing that impressed Dean most was her mouth. She looked like she had been sired by Joe E. Brown out of Martha Raye. That huge mouth looked almost like she had been struck sideways with an axe just below the nose. Dean felt that, at last, he had found a girl that could orally encase all of his huge prick. Oh well, he would soon find out.
He guided Sally to his bed and necked with her for a few minutes. They kissed, while their tongues inspected each other's bridgework. Then he lowered his face to her cute little tits and sucked and nibbled on the crimson nipples. The nipples were small and the little deep red circles that framed them were no larger than dimes.
Working his way slowly down to the. heart of the dark red forest, Dean slipped into the crimson tube at its center. By God, it's true! Redheads do have a flavor all their own. It was like the taste of a bloody Mary, compared to that of a martini. He lapped all of the crimson flavor that his tongue could reach while she squirmed around beneath his face.
Dean's mind was still on that mammoth mouth of hers and how comfortably it could encase his cock. He was determined to give her a perfect cunt lapping so that she would respond with the best of her cocksucking efforts, which was the center of his sexual desires.
Sally was a naturally juicy girl. She was an emitter. Lots of girls had orgasms and got highly aroused yet remained relatively dry. Sally was one of those who flowed forth with her emotions. Dean liked this and lapped out every drop of the flavorful fluids as she moaned and ground beneath his face like a floored bur-ley-que dancer.
He placed his palms under her thighs and rolled her back until his tongue could reach the tan starfish in the crevice of her buttocks. She really dug his oral assault on her tight anus and Dean made a mental note to pursue this further as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Once his tongue had aroused her anal cavity to a boiling point he rolled her forward and trailed it from the base to the very top of the crimson cleft between her legs. He thrust it deeply into her seething vulva and then ran it around the oval track between the outer and inner lips of her inflamed vagina.
Just as Sally felt she could stand no more of his oral assault, he fastened his lips onto her swollen clit. That tight little panic button quivered as he licked and sucked it until she let go with a mammoth orgasm. It was a juicy one and he extracted every drop of the precious fluids as he finished her off perfectly.
Now it was her turn to do him. Dean's cock trembled in anticipation of those blubbery lips and that satchel mouth upon his sex center. He came up from between her thighs, flat on his back.
"Go down on me, Sally. Go down and suck my cock. Get all of it into that wonderful big mouth of yours. For years I've looked for a girl with a big enough mouth to take all of me inside. Don't let me down now that I've found you. Give me good head, baby. Go down and suck every bit of my swollen cock into your mouth and swallow all of my bubbling manhood."
Sally did not need a second invitation. She slithered down in between Dean's spread legs and dove down onto that erect cock like a pelican onto a halibut, swallowing him to the very hilt on the first descent.
Her mouth worked on his sex like a vacuum pump. That oral cavity of hers was cavernous. For a moment Dean was afraid that she would swallow him, balls and all. Goddamn, what a mouth that little redhead had! It was like the gates of heaven had opened and swallowed him inside their tender entrance.
This was the kind of a mouth that dreams were made of, at least the dreams of an overly-hung boy. She had no difficulty in taking all of his huge cock inside her lips. What a thrill those lips were giving him as she swallowed his twelve to thirteen inches into her warm, moist throat.
Up and down the long staff she slid. Dean felt the ecstatic vibrations start on the balls of his feet as she sucked his cock from tip to base. The thrill was so great that he tried to hold back to enjoy it for every possible precious second. At last, he knew that his mental defenses must imminently collapse as the head of that throbbing staff swelled and he felt the indescribable thrill of his pearly fluids spewing forth into that warmly moist cavity, as she licked and sucked on that spurting white whale until he collapsed back against the mattress, spent and drained completely dry.
When, at long last, the redhead raised itself from his drained sex center, he reached down and drew her up into his arms. It had been the deepest, most complete blow-job he had ever experienced. How could any cunt ever compare to an educated and deep mouth like Sally's?
Once they had caught their breath, Sally said that she was thirsty. His deep internal oral massage had created the pangs of thirst. Being the gentleman, Dean offered to go to the kitchen and get her a glass of wine.
All was silence and darkness as he passed Betty's bedroom and carefully felt his way across the living room. He had a little pang in his heart as he thought of his lovely Eleanor in Betty's bed with Jack. Once he found the refrigerator and poured the wine he plodded his way carefully across the darkened living room. The two comedians, Sue and Bill, were bedded down on the couch. As he passed he heard their comic goodnights.
"Good night, David," Sue said.
"Good night, Chet," Bill replied.
After that all was silent. He closed the door behind him and he and Sally were in a private little world of their own, as he handed her the wine.
They lay close for a long time then, fondling each other's bodies with their hands. Dean was just about to fall asleep when Sally said:
"I loved sucking your cock, Dean. It's so big and hard. Now, before I go to sleep I want to feel it way inside my cunt. Do you mind? I can tell that you'd rather be sucked than to fuck, but will you fuck me now, just as a favor to me? I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
The whole time she spoke she was rubbing that hairy snatch up against his cock. No man can resist this treatment for long and soon Dean began to arise to renewed action. Sally reached down and helped it along with her hands. Finally she guided it to her juicy slot and Dean thrust forward, soon burying the happy warrior deep into her comfy valley.
She was the third woman he had really fucked, and by far, the best of the lot. Her cunt had a way of caressing his cock like her mouth did. They pumped at each other happily for long minutes and then, finally, Dean felt the floodtides start until the gates burst and he poured forth the liquid proof of his passion deep inside Sally's sweetly moist cunt.
Saturday dawned gray and rainy. None of the sexy sextet gave a damn. They had no desire to set foot outside the apartment anyway. The girls tried to sunny-up the atmosphere by preparing Eggs Benedict and Brandy Milk Punches. Man, what a way to start a day of sex!
Again, the girls attacked the kitchen chores in total nudity. There is something that is always exciting to a man at the sight of a naked woman, but watching three of them perform simple household chores in the all-together is doubly exciting.
Dean had now possessed all three of the girls whom he watched preparing breakfast. He had sucked on all their tits and pussies and screwed all three of those lovely cunts. He found himself now bringing his concentration to focus on the beautifully rounded rumps of Sue an Sally. These were the only virgin territories left open to him. He did not intend to let that situation continue for long.
As they served breakfast, he caressed the cheeks of the two newcomers whenever he could reach them. By the time they had cleared the dishes, he had a roaring hard-on but not for their pussies, or even their mouths. Those two strange new asses were now his target for today.
Once breakfast was behind them, Dean's target was clear in his mind. Sue had the cutest, most well-rounded, little ass that he had ever seen. Tufts of the red hair from her pussy stuck out behind the cheeks and his cock began to twitch at just the sight of those big, fleshy orbs.
Bill finally came up with the order for the day:
"I think it is wrong that we should all run off to hide in privacy. This is supposed to be a multiple sex scene. Privacy should play no part in our activities. Whatever any of us wish to do should be done within full view of the others. If we don't do it that way we are losing the whole idea of the orgy approach, don't you agree?"
Everyone agreed. Now it was obviously up to someone to take the initiative to bring this idea to fruition. Dean arose and approached Sue. He led her to a large club chair where he arranged her crouched on her knees with her head against the rear cushion. He addressed her from her behind, aiming the head of his now erect stallion ganglia into the tiny aperture between her buttocks.
While the others urged them on, Dean managed to bury his cock in Sue's tight little anus. Bill and Jack rushed forward to massage her boobs and kiss her while Dean drove further and further into her ass. The girls, meanwhile, kept up words of encouragement. Soon, Dean was ball deep in her tender ass-hole as the others watched and urged the couple on while he sawed in and out of her tender rectum for long minutes while she thrust her buttocks back to meet his every advance. At last their demands upon each other could no longer be resisted and the couple nearly collapsed as he spewed forth his come into her soft anal cavity while she nearly fainted from the thrill of her anal orgasm.
Once they had collapsed against each other the other two couples rushed to imitate their anal intercourse. When the other two couples had succeeded in following their lead, the three couples decided to call it a night.
The pairing off for the night after the exhibition period was rather interesting. The quieter members, Sally and Bill, went hand in hand into Betty's bedroom. The comedians, Sue and Jack crawled onto the large living room couch. This left Dean with Eleanor. As they made their way from the kitchen, across the living room, to Dean's bedroom they heard Sue and Jack turn in for the night:
"Goodnight, Chet."
"Goodnight, David."
Once he crawled into his own bed, with Eleanor, Dean felt a little strange about the behavior of the evening. After all, Eleanor was his girl and tonight he had seen her in quite erotic postures with his two friends and she had watched him screw her girlfriends, not always normally.
Now, alone in the privacy of his room, they both felt a little awkward.
"What do you think of Sally and Sue?" she asked.
"They're swell kids. I like them. What did you think of Jack and Bill?"
"Oh, they're nice boys but I prefer a man." She emphasized her point by squeezing and stroking his big cock. "They're alright for appetizers but I'm hungry now for the main course."
With this, the luscious blonde creature bent over and slipped her lips over the head of Dean's cock and started rolling her tongue around it and flicking at the corona while she gently stroked the telescoping staff with her hands. Before long it had grown to full size and hardness; he was prepared for action.
Eleanor came off his stiff cock now and lay spread-eagled in the middle of the bed.
"Climb aboard," she invited.
Dean rolled over on top of her, his throbbing prick burrowing its head into the furry slit. She was very wet and hot so he worked it easily into her. He had never felt her so lubricated before. It finally dawned on him that she should be juicy, she still contained the multiple deposits of three guys. He didn't give a damn if their come helped grease the skids for launching his own sex drive. He plowed into her just as though he was making fresh tracks in fresh snow, rather than rolling smoothly down a well traveled highway.
"Dean, don't hold your weight off of me with your knees and elbows. Lay full on me. I want to feel you crushing my body flat against the bed as you stuff my craving cunt full of that wonderful cock of yours."
Dean had been propped above her on knees and elbows. Now he let his knees slide down flat and lowered his arms and rested the full weight of his chest upon he r tits, his abdomen upon hers.
"Like this?" he asked.
"That's the way. Now come on, baby, and fuck me flat. Press me right into the mattress. Lay on me as heavy as you can and fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel thoroughly dominated by you."
"Okay, baby, if that's the way you want it. When I get through fucking you and crawl off you're going to look like a gingerbread woman. If it kills you I'll take you home and slip you under the door."
"Oh God, Dean, that's wonderful. Oooooh, it's so good. Are you about read ? "
"Not quite, but I'm getting there."
"I can't hold it back, Dean. Here I come! Can you feel it?"
"I'll say I can feel it. The muscles of your cunt have a real purse-string grip on me and those spasms are like I had gotten my cock caught in an iron lung. It's really wild. When you come, you don't fool around about it."
"Now I want to feel you come too," she said. "I want to feel it way down deep inside my cunt. Let me feel you open the valve and flood me to put out the last of the fires down in there. Give it to me, Dean. Come in your Eleanor's cunt. Give it to me, boy."
"Here it is!" Dean moaned as he poured out nearly a cupful of his heavy cream into the depths of her sex thimble.
"Don't get off of me. Not yet. I want to concentrate on your spent prick inside of me and feel it shrink up bit by bit. I'm going to keep squeezing it with my muscles and see if I can keep it from retracting."
"Be my guest."
She really knew how to use all of those muscles inside her box.
As she gripped and squeezed and pulled on his imbedded member Dean suddenly realized how a cow feels when she's being milked. It was pleasant but not thrilling. He was beyond being thrilled again for this night. At last, in spite of her best efforts, his soft, shrunken cock slipped from the cream filled cunt. Only then did he roll off her and the two young lovers fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
By noon Sunday the three couples had tired of simply playing switch. By then all three of the boys had had all three of the girls in one or more ways. New games were the order of the day.
"I saw a drawing in a book once," Bill suggested, "that showed two guys fuckin' a girl at once."
"You mean one of them was fucking her and she was sucking the other," Jack corrected.
"No, they were both fucking her. One of them had his cock in her cunt while the other had his in her ass."
"Sounds impossible," said Sally.
"Sounds terribly painful," exclaimed Sue.
"Sounds exciting!" said Eleanor. "Let's give it a try."
Once she had volunteered Bill and Jack hastened to offer their services. There was quite a bit of discussion as to position:
"Suppose I lie on my back on the floor," Bill proposed, "then Eleanor can spread her legs and lower her snatch down over my cock, then Jack can get on top and bugger her."
Suddenly Sally and Sue started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Jack wanted to know.
"You guys are great planners. Just one small detail seems to have escaped you." Sue gave Sally a wink as she said this.
"Oh, and just what detail have we overlooked?" asked Dean.
"Pardon me for mentioning such a minor item," said Sue, "but neither of you has a hard-on," she chuckled. "From the looks of you both it would be like watching two guys trying to shove toothpaste back in the tube!"
"Since Eleanor has volunteered for the main event," said Sally, "I think that Sue and I can at least provide the preliminaries." As she said it Sally dove down on Jack's cock and started sucking him to erection.
"Hey, wait for me!" Sue knelt before Bill and gobbled him into her mouth while she massaged his balls and buttocks.
Not to be left out, Dean went down and sucked Eleanor's cunt and ass-hole to prepare her for the gathering storm that would soon reach full fury and launch the flank attack against the twin citadels of her se ...
Within five minutes the three participants were ready to proceed and Bill lay on his back on the floor while Eleanor got down belly to belly on top of him and lowered her juicy quim over his erect staff. After a few tentative strokes up and down to make the penetration complete, she spread her legs and ppened her buttocks exposing the tan purse-string stricture which was to be Jack's port of entry into her interior. Much to the delight of the onlookers he soon had the knob of his cock wedged into her ass-hole while she slid slowly up and down on Bill's cock that impaled her cunt. Bit by bit Jack buried his stiff prick deeper and deeper into her ass until the two boys were joined balls to balls with Eleanor doubly speared between them.
It took a few minutes for them to establish a rhythm so that they could perform their dance in unison. Now and again they would vary the tempo. At times both would be ramming into her from front and back at the same time and then they would change to where, as she removed her cunt from the full encasement of Bill's swollen member, she would become deeper and deeper impaled from the rear by Jack.
Feeling that only one more thing could add to her pleasure, Dean knelt down beside Bill's head and raised her face to where she could take his cock into her mouth. All three of her usable orifices were put to simultaneous use.
Sue had a sudden inspiration. She signaled Sally to join her and they lay flat on the floor near Eleanor's widespread feet and started to lick in between her toes and finally take the two big toes into their mouths and suck them up and down like twin penises. Even the experienced Eleanor had never received so much attention at once.
The wild, mad act lasted longer than they would have thought possible. Perhaps all of the various activities kept vying for attention; that caused the aroused girl to level off on one plateau after another, rather than to carry all the way through on any one alone. She experienced a number of minor orgasms but when the three boys all came in her at once, the flooding of their jism into her mouth, cunt and ass all at the same time while Sally and Sue continued to orally stimulate her feet, she went through the most fantastic orgasmic explosion she had ever known. When it had passed and they all withdrew from her she lay there weak and exhausted for over ten minutes while heavy, white viscous fluids oozed from the three used tubes of her sex.
That night Jack and Bill phoned for a huge bucket of fried chicken. They ordered extra drumsticks and a gooey pie with whipped cream covering. When the delivery was made Bill put on a robe and went to the door to pay the bill while the rest of the group remained naked in the living room. Returning, he discarded his robe and they spread out the feast on the huge cocktail table. Now he made his special announcement :
"As you all know, this fried chicken is described as being finger lickin' good, and it is. TV commercials tell us that the old colonel spent a. lifetime developing his own secret blend of many herbs and spices to produce the superb flavor. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I believe that, with all due respect to the colonel, I have come up with a sauce that is an improvement on his perfect fried chicken."
Everyone looked at him and at each other as though Bill had lost his marbles. Sue, always ready with either a straight line or a punch line, asked:
"What in the hell are you talking about? I'll bet you can't cook for sour owl shit."
"Agreed, my dear lady." Bill was really warming to his subject now. "The secret of my special sauce is that it isn't cooked. Let us say it is internally distilled. Behold."
Taking a warm drumstick from the bucket, he held it by the small end and approached Eleanor, who was sitting in a large club chair still recovering from her earlier performance. Before the surprised girl realized what he had in mind, he spread her legs and shoved the warm drumstick into her creaming cunt.
"Hey, man, that feels crazy good! Nothing like a real good hot piece of meat in the pussy." She seemed enthralled with his idea.
He slipped the chicken leg in and out of her slippery snatch several times. Then he held it aloft so that they could see the heavy coating of heavy, clear and white juices which were his special sauce.
"Alas, before your very eyes, Chef William has created a dual masterpiece of the culinary arts!"
"Dual masterpiece?" Dean asked.
"Mais, certainment, monsieur. First we have ze cunt flavored with fried chicken. I might describe it as pussy lickin' delicious. And second, we have ze chicken with sauce a la cooze." He ate the drumstick with relish.
Everyone fell into the spirit of the game immediately. The boys compared the flavor of one girl's sauce against another's. When they tired of eating drumsticks, they moved around eating pussies and commenting of the comparative flavors.
When they got to the dessert, Dean offered to go in and get forks and plates.
"Hell, no, you're not going to spoil this lovely dessert with forks and plates!" Eleanor screamed.
"Well you can't eat that gooey stuff with your fingers," said someone.
"We don't intend to." She called a quick whispered conference with the other girls.
While Sally held the pie, Eleanor grabbed
Bill by the cock and shoved his pecker deep into the Boston cream pie with the whipped cream topping. Pulling it out she swept down and licked and sucked the dessert off of his expanding member.
"You showed us how you guys like to eat the chicken. This is the way we girls want to eat the dessert."
Now the girls went around and around sampling the sticky-sweet stuff off the prick of first one, then another of the boys. At last the pie plate was scooped clean but that did not stop them. They continued to work around the clock, moving to the next boy every two minutes until each had delivered to them the heavy creamy ball brandy that was the after dessert liqueur that really topped off their meal.
At the end of the third evening Dean took Sue's hand and led her to his bed.
He sucked on her tits for twice as long as was necessary to get the nipples big and tight and then he lowered his mouth to her moist slit. He tongued and licked her cunt and sucked on her clit until she came twice. Then he came up and said:
"Go down on me and suck my cock dry, Sue. You've had yours, now let me have mine the way I prefer it."
She looked at him thoughtfully for long moments before she acceded to his request:
"What have you got against fucking, Dean? I've felt it from the very start. You act like you're doing a girl a big favor to screw her. What are you, some kind of a queer, or something?" she asked curiously.
"Certainly not. It's just that I prefer being sucked off. It gives me more of a thrill than a straight lay. When I do come it lasts longer and is more intense than when I simply crumble my cookies in some fur collared slot, that's all. Nothing queer about that."
"If you say so." Sue tried to be agreeable. She wanted that big cock in her cunt but she tried to please too. She started to say something more but Dean cut the conversation short by shoving the big knob of his purple-headed warrior into her open lips.
She tried to satisfy him by just sucking on the head and using her fingers on the staff. He pulled her hands away and shoved her head down deeper and deeper onto the huge throbbing flesh rod. She choked and gagged and sputtered. He let her regain her breath but then, each time, forced her down a bit further until he was lodged deep down her throat. Her lips were grazing the hair of his balls when she almost choked as he swelled inside her and belched forth a huge portion of his liquid love offerings deep in her throat. She was hard pressed to swallow it all which seemed endless, while still having her mouth and throat tightly corked with his pulsating cock. When at last he let her off, she puffed and gasped for breath like a drowning swimmer.
"Thanks, you did the best you could," he muttered to the sputtering girl, then turned on his side and fell asleep.
Sue sobbed herself to sleep. She had gone for
Dean in a big way when she first laid eyes on him. Now she looked down on him with utter contempt.
The sonofabitch oughta' join the Navy, she decided. Perhaps if he got on a submarine he could cram that monstrosity of his into a torpedo tube and get sucked off by the compressed air.
For the final part of the weekend orgy everyone tried to think up new variations on the oldest theme in the world. Eleanor begged off saying that her crotch was still sore from the day's double header. She doubted that she could touch it with a powder puff.
Sally and Sue worked out a weird variation with Jack and Bill which they called "The Square Knot." Dean said it should be called "Boxing the Compass."
The girls, on their backs on the floor about three feet apart, faced in opposite directions. The boys crawled across them, at a ninety degree angle.
"Jesus," Eleanor commented, "they look like two Chinese couples on a double honeymoon."
While the boys worked their way into the girls sidewise slits, they leaned over and sucked on one girl's tits while they were fucking the other.
Dean found it erotically stimulating, as well as amusing, and soon had developed an uncontrollable swelling between his legs. Although Eleanor's crotch was sore she had no intention of letting that beautiful ramrod go to waste.
She slid to the floor between his feet and her tongue did a little Maypole dance around his cock. When the clear juices started to seep out of the slit, she took his glans in her softly moist lips and slowly worked her mouth up and down the swollen staff while Dean watched the two couples on the floor. Eleanor caressed his balls and made little cooing noises like a happy dove as she proceeded to eat her favorite round steak. Her efforts did not go unrewarded and, in a shuddering orgasmic spasm Dean poured forth his liquid appreciation into her wanton mouth.
"Goddamn, this well hung honey blonde can really give head. What a cocksucker she is. She's good at it because she loves every moment of doing it. That makes the big difference." He addressed his comments to everyone in general.
After they had rested awhile, Sue and Sally had their heads together in a whispered conference. They asked Dean for some small paper cards to make signs and for some adhesive tape. After a few minutes of work at the desk they returned to the rest of the group.
"Everyone seems to have come up with a new innovation this weekend. This is our contribution. We would like to introduce you to a little game which we have named shuttle."
"You mean like the little subway that goes back and forth between Times Square and Grand Central?" Eleanor asked.
"Precisely. Now Bill, you and Jack sit close together on this end of the couch. That's right. Eleanor, you sit on the floor between them. Good."
Sue walked over and taped a small sign to one side of Bill's cock and another to the side of Jack's. One sign read "Times Square"; the other "Grand Central."
Now Sally and Sue got on their knees on the edge of the couch, very close together. They directed Dean to stand behind and between them. Once in position, each girl reached back and taped little signs to their buttocks. Sally was Times Square, Sue was Grand Central.
"Okay now, Eleanor and Dean-shuttle!"
Eleanor got the idea instantly. She started to suck Jack's cock. After a minute or so, Sue yelled:
"Shuttle time!"
Eleanor instantly raised off of Jack's erect cock and plunged her mouth down onto Bill's.
"Now, Dean, prepare to drive your train!" Sue commanded, as she and Sally reached back and spread their cheeks wide revealing the two tan starfishes of their anal valleys.
Dean worked the head of his cock into Sue's tight ass-hole just as Jack could not wait any longer for Eleanor's mouth to return to his cock, so he yelled:
"Shuttle time!"
Eleanor switched horses in the middle of the stream, so to speak, and Dean reluctantly plopped his glans out of Sue's ass-hole and pressed it to Sally's. He had succeeded in getting little more than the tip buried in that tight tunnel when Sue called:
"Shuttle time!"
This time Eleanor had no desire to lose what she had built up with one of the boys while switched to the other so she used her hands to stroke and fondle one cock while she sucked on the other. Jack and Bill meanwhile had each grabbed one of her huge tits with both hands and were giving her a good milking while she worked alternately upon their nerve centers.
On the second round Dean got into Sue's anus much more easily and had managed to burrow half way up her ass when the call to switch partners was heard again. He pulled out of Sue's rectum and readdressed Sally's. So as not to lose the dilation he had effected on Sue's rear he shoved two fingers in and stretched her wide while he worked his hot, slime covered prick halfway home into Sally's entrails.
On the next switch he rammed all the way home into Sue's soft, hot ass-hole, while he kept Sally spread wide with several fingers. From here on it went easily to shuttle back and forth from one brown doughnut to the other. He finally blew his load deep into Sue's bowels. This seemed fair, since the game had been her invention.
On the boys' team Bill was the winner by coming first into Eleanor's lush lips. Of course, their side had an advantage over the girls'. Both of them could win. Eleanor seemed to love the idea that the minute she had completely dry-balled one partner she had merely to switch over to the other for a complete helping of seconds in the come department.
Sally suggest that they nickname Dean "Badminton" since he had proved such an excellent shuttlecock for the game.
Shortly before his guests left, Dean led Eleanor into his bedroom. Back on the bed, he spread his legs. She was down between them in a flash and sucking him off for the final time of the weekend. It was the best of the lot. She went all the way down to where her tongue grazed against his balls while she took every last fraction of an inch of his cock into her mouth.
This time when he came and felt her tongue urging forth each precious drop, the fireworks exploded behind his eyeballs like the skyrockets at Coney Island on the Fourth of July. Cannons boomed and the seventy-six trombones blared forth as he felt himself entirely melt and run out through the slotted head of his trembling cock until his body and brain had dissolved and she had sucked it all inside of her own to keep imprisoned within herself forever more.
CHAPTER SIX
Dean often thought that, in a way, it was too bad Eleanor Murphy had ever come into his life at all. She was the first woman outside of the family with whom he'd ever had sex. He had fallen in love with her from the first meeting. He would have done anything for her in those early days. If only she had have been as inexperienced at sex as he was. If she had been strong and insisted on only normal intercourse. Perhaps he would have associated that with true love and kicked his crazy hang-up against a straight lay.
As it developed, Eleanor led him even deeper into the woods of oralism and added analism to his twisted sexual appetites. She soon realized that he preferred to have her suck him off and she was more than happy to accommodate. He, in turn, quickly came to realize that Eleanor was tortured by nymphomania. No one man, even hung the way Dean was, could keep her happy for long.
For over a year Dean lined up friends for her. When they talked about his burning desire for a car, Eleanor suggested that he might suggest that she was not above peddling her pussy. If he would handle the nasty business arrangements with the customers, she would split with him fifty-fifty. It would take forever to save enough for a-decent set of wheels on the occasional inventory work he still got from Bob Robinson, so he agreed to pimp for his girlfriend.
When his mother and aunt came out of the pokey they moved into New York and took an apartment where they resumed operations on a larger and more profitable scale. They asked Dean to move in with them but he decided to stay in Elizabeth with Betty and Eleanor.
Betty was being kept now by one of the managers at the store. She turned her clientele over to Eleanor. Dean was active in expanding the area of operations and soon they were coining loot.
The week before school was out Dean bought a imagine red convertible. It was seven years old but clean and it looked like a real pimp's car. His buddies all knew about his specialized tastes in sex and so they bought a little plastic replica of one of the Ecuadorian Indian shrunken heads and hung this from the rearview mirror as a good luck charm. Both Dean and his car were officially christened: "The Headhunder."
One night in late June there was a convention of plumbing supply jobbers, or something of the sort. Dean had Eleanor and one of her girl friends working pretty steady from one hotel to another. He heard of a big party where there would be five or six of the big buyers. A sales manager whom he had met and for whom he had procured several times offered five hundred dollars for two broads who would service all five or six buyers, no holds barred. Dean took the contract and supplied Eleanor and her friend Ruthie, a big fitted dark-haired Italian girl who was popular despite her hairy armpits and smelly snatch and the fact that her feet always looked dirty. He delivered the girls at nine o'clock and arranged to pick them up at twelve-thirty.
Some of the buyers had been making sure that they got their full share of the free booze at all of the various hospitality suites and were pretty well soused when the girls arrived at the large suite. Several of them got mad when they found they'd had so much booze that they couldn't handle any cooze. A stupid, drunken fight ensued and there was a lot of noise and commotion and soon the police arrived. The two girls were taken off to Juvenile Hall. They were released to the custody of their parents in the morning after a stern lecture and strict warnings. Dean was not involved.
There must have been a full moon that night, or something out of place among the planets. Betty had a big fight with her benefactor who called her a "cheap cunt" and told her to go fuck herself that he was not keeping her any more.
Around noon the next day Eleanor suddenly appeared at his door. She was carrying a suitcase. Her folks had screamed at her that she was a lousy, no-good whore and no daughter of theirs and had thrown her out. Betty, meanwhile, was packing. She could not face going back to work at the store after the scene last night. She had called her mother and would be welcome in the big new apartment in New York. It did not take too much salesmanship on the phone for Dean to convince his madam-mother that the voluptuous young honey-blonde Eleanor would make a profitable addition to her stable.
The lights were just coming on in Manhattan as they emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel and made for the West Side highway. He located the address and parked just a few doors away. As they got from the car, Dean noticed that his pals had been busy to give him a farewell present, although they hadn't known he was leaving. Just above the rear fender, on each side of the red convertible, was a neatly lettered sign: "Headhunter."
Dean had not seen his mother in more than a year. When she opened the door and admitted them to the house that was to be their home, he could not help but notice that she seemed older and harder than he had remembered. She seemed far more interested in checking out Eleanor than him. He reasoned that while blood may be thicker than water, gold is thicker than blood.
Well, here he was, home again. Dean had heard the old cowboys sing in the television movies about the joys of being "Home on the Range." He wondered if anyone would ever write a song, "Home in the Bordello."
When his mother finally got around to paying any attention to him it was merely to suggest that he might enjoy a night out on the town. She had scheduled a big party in the apartment that night. The guests were, of course, all paying guests. It would be a good chance for Betty and Eleanor to start to build their clientele.
"In other words, Mom, you're suggesting that I get lost," he pouted.
"Not at all, dear boy. I want you to have a good time your first night in New York." She forced a twenty dollar bill onto him as she walked him to the door. Just before he left she gave him a key and said: "Any time after three a.m." Then he was in the hall, heading for the elevator.
Suddenly Dean realized that he was ravenously hungry. What with all the excitement, he hadn't had a bite to eat all day. He wondered if Eleanor had eaten, but then he realized that before he saw her again, she would have gorged herself on round steaks.
He found himself on Amsterdam Avenue in upper Manhattan's West Side. He drove aimlessly. Finally he spotted a large parking place in front of a flashing neon sign that announced that they served cocktails and food.
It was still early and there weren't many people at the bar. Dean moved back about halfway and took a stool. The bartender that approached him looked like he had been selected by some Hollywood casting director. He had everything but spit curls. He wiped his hands on his apron as he approached him and asked:
"What's yours, buddy?" he said with a distinct Bronx accent.
"It's bourbon and soda; and the name's Dean," he announced, with a forced smile.
The bartender seemed to be inspecting him but Dean figured he'd passed the initial test when he heavily over-poured the measuring glass.
"Here you go, mac. That'll be seventy-five cents," he announced, shoving a deep amber glass of liquid at the new customer. Dean had no way of knowing that new customers were always treated with suspicion in this establishment.
"Fine, buddy. You have your choice. Mac will pay you seventy-five, or Dean, that's me, will pay you a buck and a half, including tip."
"Welcome aboard, Dean. You talk like one of our people. Don't pay no mind to me. I'm really not all that crusty. It's just that we've had a lot of fuzz around lately and a guy can't be too careful, you know?"
"How well I know it, pal. Now that we've established some field of mutual interest, how about having a belt with me? "
"Don't mind if I do, as long as you're hot buying it with my tip."
"What kind of a shit head do I look like?" Dean asked, placing a Lincoln engraving on the bar.
"I haven't seen you around the neighborhood before," the bartender ventured.
"That figures. I've never been around the neighborhood before. For all the hospitality I'm seeing, I may never be around it again either."
"Don't sweat it, Dean. We've had a lot of heat lately. Everybody's jumpy. Nothing personal, you understand. Hey, are you on the lam?"
"Not yet, but I make no guarantees for later," Dean smiled.
His new friend really opened up at this. He grinned, showing a mouthful of brown stained teeth. Dean noticed that they matched his un-trimmed fingernails.
Looking carefully up and down the empty bar, the man inquired:
"Hey, friend, are you looking for a party tonight?"
Dean was just in the middle of a sip on his drink. The question caught him off guard. It seemed so hilarious that he had to turn his head quickly to one side to keep from spraying his new friend with bourbon and soda.
"Hey, man, you're like a real funny guy, only you don't know what a funny you made. I'll let you in on the gag. like I'm a pimp, man. This is my night off. I sure as hell ain't in the market to buy what I make my living selling!"
They both had a good laugh at that and seemed, somehow to have been drawn closer together through mutual bonds.
"Maybe you wouldn't have no objections to a little amateur stuff though, huh?" the brown-toothed one inquired.
"Might be interesting," Dean admitted.
"Well, I'll tell you. There's this pretty good-looking chick that comes in here once, mebbe twice a week. She's no pro, like the rest, but I understand she puts out to guys that buy her a few belts and some grub. That's her, sitting down by the jukebox. If you like I'll call her over and introduce you. You buy her a drink or two. If you figure you're not interested, you split. Just make sure you pay me for the drinks. Sound reasonable?"
Two minutes later the bartender returned:
"Dean, this here is Audrey. She's one of our regular customers. And, she claims that she hates to drink alone. You allowed as how you were lonesome and seeking companionship, so I figured I'd introduce you two. Audrey, this here is Dean. He's new to our neighborhood but he seems to be a pretty regular guy."
"Thank you, both," Dean smiled. "As a small token of appreciation of your kind consideration may I now buy you both a drink?" As he said it he gave the bartender a nod.
Audrey drank stingers in the rough. It was obvious that she was trying to accomplish a maximum of damage in a minimum of time.
With the second drink Dean checked her over. In the dimly lit bar he couldn't tell whether her hair was red or brown. It was soft and rather long. Her boobs were normal, neither too large nor too small. She was sort of a middle of the road broad, neither tall nor short, fat nor thin. Nevertheless she seemed to have all of the equipment.
After a couple of more drinks he escorted Audrey to a booth in the back of the restaurant. She ordered like she hadn't eaten for a week and food was going out of season. Dean loved the way she ate her corn on the cob. If she could nibble his cock the way she nibbled on that ear of corn he would be as happy as a little pig in shit.
At last she seemed to have filled herself and they prepared to leave the restaurant. She was a trifle unsteady as Dean guided her to the red car with the name "Headhunter" on the rear fenders.
If Audrey noticed the car's name, she ignored the fact. Dean held the right hand door open and she poured herself into the front seat.
"Where to?" he asked as they pulled out into the flow of traffic.
"Go north for about ten blocks and then turn left and let's park over near the river."
Five minutes later they were parked with lights out in front of an old warehouse building. Through the windshield they could see the Pacific Palisades and the lights reflecting in the river. The Hudson isn't really all that wide but from the glitter and glamor of New York, Jersey seems as far away as Ireland, where the cops and potatoes come from.
Dean touched the button that moved the electric seat all the way back. He wanted as much room as possible. Cars were not his favorite locale for sex but just so there was room enough for her to give him a little head he'd be satisfied for tonight. Glancing at his watch he noted that he had three hours to kill before he could go home. He could think of no better way to kill it than by getting his cock sucked and sucked and sucked.
He slid from under the wheel and moved over towards Audrey, who appeared to have gone to sleep. He wondered what she'd say if she woke up with a mouthful of cock. As soon as his arm slid around her shoulders she melted into his arms and their lips welded together as their tongues explored each other's mouths.
While they kissed, Dean slipped his left hand up beneath her blouse and played with her tits. He reached his other hand down her back and unsnapped her bra. Now he raised her blouse and shoved the heavily padded bra aside as he lowered his mouth to her firm little boobs. Once the nipples, which were grotesquely large for such small tits, were hard and firm he dropped his left hand to her knee and slowly ran it up her leg. She parted her thighs in anticipation and soon he had cupped the damp hairy mound. He slid a finger into the juicy slit and she squirmed around like a fish on a hook.
Leaving her tits, since there wasn't much more he could do with them anyway, Dean slid down to the floor and raised Audrey's skirt until the street lights illuminated fleshy white thighs and a flat little belly with a small patch of auburn hair. He raised her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in the silky slit of her sex. He tongued and mouthed and sucked her with a finesse born of years of frequent practice. He wanted to set a good example for her to indicate the kind of a job he expected in return.
Audrey was a late comer and it took him nearly twenty minutes, even with a finger in her vulva and one in her rear, to feel the first stirrings of her orgasm. When it really hit her she sobbed and moaned like a wounded buffalo and held his head tight to her creaming crotch with strong little hands. It was as though she hadn't had any in years although he knew from the bartender that she'd put out to any guy who'd buy her booze and a meal.
"Ohhhhh, that was fantastic. You should have seen the pinwheels of colored lights that flashed on. like wow! Say, boy, you're something else in the sex department. Most guys can work on me all night and never make me come. I practically never do, you see. Gee whiz! This is wonderful. Is it proper for a lady to say thank you?"
"Why don't you thank me by returning the favor. Let's swap positions now and then you go down on me. Okay?"
"I'm afraid I'm not very good at that. Surely not as good as you are, but I'll try my best, if you really want me to."
"I want"
Not until Audrey was down on the floor between his legs did Dean unzip his fly and unstable the mauve marauder. He heard her gasp at the first glimpse of his foot long, still soft cock. She stared at it with the fascination of a rabbit that has been hypnotized by the snake that it knows will kill and devour him. Her eyes could not believe the sight of this huge one eyed snaked wearing a turtle neck sweater. Her hands were drawn to it to see if it was real.
"Jesus H. Kerist!" she gasped, "and Sabu thought he was the elephant boy. Get a load of the trunk on this guy! Maybe it can't uproot trees and haul timber but I bet it can really haul ass!"
She stroked it appreciatively, using both hands. Her eyes stared in utter fascination as it continued to grow and grow. When the full fourteen inch erection was complete she looked up at Dean's face with a wide-eyed helpless look.
"Suck it, baby."
"Are you kidding? I have a hard time eating a hot dog or a popsicle. Now he wants me to eat a watermelon-the hard way!"
"Try it, honey. Make me feel good, like I made you feel."
"I guess that means I owe you one," she complained as she stuck out her tongue and began licking the head of his trembling tower of manhood. Slowly she licked all the way down the swollen urethral tube along the bottom length of his cock and flicked her hot-moist tongue around his balls.
"You're a hell of a good cock teaser," Dean told her. "Now quit fooling around and suck it."
Slowly she managed to stretch her lips over the head of it and take it into her mouth up to the corona.
"You're doing fine, baby. Keep your tongue working at it all the time, even while it's in your mouth," he instructed.
Try as she might, Audrey could get no more than just the huge glans into her mouth. Even then she felt like she was trying to swallow a tennis ball. She masturbated the shaft with both hands. Perhaps she could jerk him off and just swallow his semen and he'd be happy.
Dean wanted considerably more. To a confirmed head addict there is no worse torture than having just a little bit of your cock sucked. It is like someone who is hooked on junk getting too weak a fix.
"Get down further on it!" he barked at the struggling girl, as he grabbed her head just behind the ears and shoved her down.
She mumbled something unintelligible through her nose and struggled against his powerful grip on her head but his needs made him relentless.
"Take it all!" he demanded, shoving her head down viciously now.
That was just before she bit him.
In the moment of panic that swept over him as he feared she might have bitten off his purple helmet, he released his grip on her head and she was off him in a flash.
Audrey was experiencing her own version of panic. Her first inclination was to leap from his car and run like hell. She was all too familiar with this neighborhood. She had been laid in parked cars on these streets for years. There was no place to hide, not even an alley. He would chase her in the car until he caught her. He might try to run her down or even beat her to death. He had a very obvious sadistic streak. Her safest bet was to satisfy his lust in some way and get him to drive her back to the bar, where she would be safe. All this flashed through her mind in a split second. Besides, she wanted that big prick in her cunt!
Hopping up from the floorboards as quickly as she could she straddled his lap and lowered her juicily open cunt down to the head of his cock. Reaching down she grabbed that rod with both hands and rubbed the head of it in her slit and tried to spread her small snatch enough to encase it. In her desperate efforts to pull him into her she was jerking him off now that he was almost to the point of coming from her licking and sucking. The moist warmth of the lips of her cunt rubbing against his sensitive glans plus the upward urgings of her hands on his staff were more than he could take. He spurted burst after burst of jism up against her too small cunt, into the auburn hair and over her belly. Much of his come fell back to leave telltale spots on his dark trousers. Instead of relief from the orgasm that she had inadvertently brought on, he felt only a rage of sexual frustration.
His right hand found the door handle and raised it. When the door swung open he shoved her with all his might. She screamed as she landed flat on her ass on the sidewalk. The last glimpse he caught of her, as he swung the car door closed, was of her widespread cunt with the little triangle of reddish hair almost obscured by a thick layer of his white come. It looked like snow in the mountains. He also noticed the twin streams of blood at the sides of her mouth where her lips had split as he shoved her down too far on his cock. That was why she had bitten him in order to stop his effort.
He was a dozen blocks away before he noticed her purse on the seat beside him. Taking money from cunts was no new experience for him so he rifled it. There was sixteen dollars and some change. He put it in his pocket and tossed the purse out into the gutter.
"Fuck her! If she can't pay for her dinner and drinks one way, let her pay in another," Dean mumbled.
He drove about aimlessly stopping in several small neighborhood bars to have a drink and check for a stray late night pick-up. Mostly he saw nothing but a bunch of old drunks. Giving up on this he drove around just acquainting himself with his new neighborhood until the magic hour arrived for him to go home.
The apartment was dark when he let himself in. He wasn't sure where he was supposed to sleep. He opened a likely looking door. A small night light was burning. On the large bed he saw his aunt and mother in a classic sixty-nine position sucking each other's cunt. like so many prostitutes locked up, away from men, they had emerged from prison confirmed lesbians. He closed the door quietly. He was afraid to open another for fear he might find sister Betty and his Eleanor similarly engaged. He decided to sleep on the living room couch.
He turned on a lamp and started to undress. His pants were a mess. There were big jism stains all around the fly. He took them to the kitchen and scrubbed at the spots with a wet dishcloth and small brush. Then he hung them over the back of the kitchen chair to dry overnight. He took off his shirt, socks and shoes and stretched out on the couch. He was just about asleep when the kitchen light was switched on. Opening his eyes he was treated to the vision of big titted, full buttocked Eleanor, stark naked, pouring a glass of milk. God, but she looked good to him. Now here was a real woman; built for one thing only in life. What a contrast to that sorry excuse for a broad he had encountered tonight. Suddenly he realized that he was still frustrated and unsatisfied. His cock began to twitch just at the sight of Eleanor's ass. When she turned around and he saw that huge muff of honey blonde cunt-hair, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep until his equipment had been properly serviced.
"Hi, Eleanor. C'mon in and tell me about your first night in the family cat house."
"Oh, everything went just fine. The men were nice. I had three of them. It's good not having to get dressed and undressed so much and having the elevator boys and bell hops all know why you're there. I think I'll like this arrangement much better."
"I'm glad."
"What about your evening? I suppose on your first night among the bright lights you got screwed, glued and tattooed. Want to tell me about it?"
"It was worse than that. I got bitten."
"You're putting me on."
"like hell, I am. Here, take a look." Dean dropped his shorts and held out his cock for her inspection. An inch below the head was a little row of reddish indentations which were obviously teeth marks.
"Well, I'll be dipped in shit!" Eleanor exclaimed as she lifted his cock and examined the matching marks on the lower side. Then she suddenly started to laugh.
"T ain't funny baby, it still hurts like hell."
"Oh, I'm not laughing at you, my dear. It just reminded me of the old joke about the four guys that were on a hunting trip and one of them got bitten by a snake. He phoned the nearest doctor and described the snake. The doctor told him that its venom was deadly poison and that unless he got it out of his system he had less than five minutes to live. He suggested that the victim get one of his friends to make a small cut near the bite and suck out the venom and spit it out. The guy didn't quite know how to do that and explained to the doctor that this had happened while he was taking a leak up against a tree. The snake had bitten him right on the cock. The doctor laughed and said, 'Now you're going to find out who your friends are!. ' You can understand why your scars reminded me of that."
"Yes. Perhaps now I have the chance to find out how good a friend you are, Eleanor."
"You mean you want me to suck it for you and suck out all that heavy white venom. One thing though, I won't spit it out." She had been holding and stroking his injured cock the whole time she told the snake story. Now she realized that it had begun to harden and grow.
"Do you want me to kiss it where it hurts and make it all well again? Do you want me to suck your cock?" she teased.
"I thought you'd never ask!" he chided and gently guided her down between his legs.
He felt the softly cool flesh of her huge breasts graze across his inflamed cock and over his balls. She looked up into his face and gave him a little wink of understanding. Her hands fondled his balls. She stared at his growing pride for several seconds, as though poised for a dive. Suddenly she felt that the moment of truth had arrived:
"Geronimo!" she yelled as she plunged down to encase all of that semi-hard cock on the very first stroke. It didn't stay semi-hard for long. The moist warmth of her mouth and throat brought him to full erection in moments as she began to suck him like an educated vacuum pump.
Dean was doubly appreciative of her now, after his miserable experience earlier in the evening. There is nothing worse than a bad blow-job and nothing greater than a good one. His Eleanor was a true Queen of Head. Damn, but she could suck cock! No matter how pretty a girl might be or how great a body she might have, a broad that couldn't properly suck his cock was dead in his books. At this moment he had the first glimmerings of understanding that his oversized joint greatly narrowed down the field of women with whom he could find sexual satisfaction. Only a small percentage of women could "cop a joint" that size. For the first time in his life he realized that the huge thing he was so proud of might not be a blessing, but rather a curse. As Coleridge put it in "The Ancient Mariner," this was his personal albatross.
Eleanor was riding all the way up and down his pleasure staff now. Her foot long strokes made her head look like a beautiful yo-yo on a string. He wondered just how many Eleanors there would be in his own little world. His climax was building fast as she pulled off and licked him clear down to, and including, his balls and then dragged her tongue up the length of his throbbing tube before taking his glans in her warm wet mouth and sliding those tender lips slowly down to his very root. He trembled like an earthquake as she hit the total destruction mark on his personal Richter scale as she swallowed the full flow of his love lava.
When she had brought him full comfort and relief Eleanor raised her mouth off of his spent member. She leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips while her big soft tits hung down and rubbed in the hair on his chest. Dean put his arms around her and kissed her more deeply. He could taste his come in her mouth. It gave him a strange thrill.
"I love you, Eleanor. You are the only girl I ever have loved."
"You don't love me, Dean. You just love my head. I don't mind facing up to that fact, why should you?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dean had read somewhere that the first step towards solving a problem is to face up to the fact that you have one. He had come to realize that not every girl who appealed to him and to whom he appealed, could physically handle his overhung physique.
He devoted the rest of the summer to conducting a sampling of this specialized market chat would have made any market research analyst turn green with envy. He was intent on finding out just what percentage of the girls he could make the bid with could take him either in their mouths or cunts. As a second objective he made a sincere effort to learn to enjoy normal sexual intercourse.
Eleanor still gave him half of her earnings and he used this money to finance his survey of his personal sex market. like ashes to ashes or dust to dust his allowance was pussy to pussy. It was spent in the same way it was earned.
One of the first things Dean learned was that there is absolutely no relationship between the physical size of a female and the size of her pussy. On his second night out he encountered Helen in a little bar on upper Broadway. She was a big mother. She stood about five foot eight or nine and must have weighed around a hundred and fifty; the type who women describe as Junoesque; men describe as big and fat.
Her sheer bulk was what attracted Dean. Surely that cow of a woman should be able to handle his bull sized cock. After two drinks he suggested that, since it was a warm evening, they take a little drive up through Westchester.
Forty-five minutes later they parked on a dark country road. Dean had no problem baring her large, somewhat flabby tits. He chewed on them for awhile and then worked his way up her skirt. She wore a panty girdle that gave him a little trouble but he finally tugged it off. Her soft belly bulged so that he could hardly find her cunt. She hadn't had any in a long time and was a real ready-teddy. He took out his cock and aimed it into her crotch. For a moment he thought that perhaps she was a virgin. She really wanted that big meat of his but despite their combined best efforts he couldn't even get the head into her tight little box. They finally gave up. He urged her to go down on it and they had only slightly better luck with her mouth. He finally had to settle for having her jerk him off and slip just the tip of his glans into her mouth to take his come. The whole experience was wanting, to say the least.
Arline was just the opposite. She was such a mite that Dean wasn't really interested but she had reached over and squeezed his cock while they sat side by side at the bar, so she knew what she was in for. She was actually the aggressor. When they left the bar, she had him drive to her nearby apartment and invited him up for a drink.
"Won't you come up?" she asked as he held the car door open for her.
"I'll come up, if you'll go driving," he proposed.
"C'mon, let's go," she agreed, taking his hand and leading him into the building.
Once in her apartment Arline made them each a drink and once he was settled on the couch she excused herself. There was none of that bullshit about slipping into something comfortable. She just w ant into the bedroom and peeled down to the buff. When he looked up again she was walking towards him stark naked.
"Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly," she teased.
She looked like a little Dresden doll. She was the tiniest woman Dean had ever seen. Across his mind flashed a picture he had seen in an old book of a midget woman sitting in J. P. Morgan's ample lap. This Arline would have to stand on tiptoes to reach five foot. She. couldn't have weighed a hundred pounds fully dressed and soaking wet. How on earth did she think she could handle that salami of his?
For her part, she didn't appear in the least bit apprehensive about what they both knew was soon to follow. She picked up her drink and raised it in a silent toast. After taking a long sip she settled beside him on the couch and reached over to stroke his cock through his trousers. Nothing in her expression indicated the slightest concern over the size of it.
"You'll find coat hangers on the back of the bathroom door," she suggested.
This little broad really began to pique his curiosity. Dean went to the bathroom and stripped for action. He caught a glimpse of his naked body in the mirror. His proud cock hung nearly to his knees. He wondered what she would say or do when she caught the first sight of it in its full glory. Only one way to find out. He walked back into the living room as naked as she was.
Tiny Arline watched him coming towards her. Her eyes were riveted to his huge cock but she only smiled in approval at the sight of it in all its majesty.
"My, that is a beauty!" she remarked as he drew close and she reached out to encase the human boa constrictor in her hands.
"I was afraid it might frighten you," Dean admitted.
"Not in the slightest, my dear. I learned many years ago that there is no tree too high to climb, once it is down."
"Yeah, that's fine, but what about when it is up?.
"You let me worry about that." She was almost purring like a cat observing a fat canary.
"You mean that you think you can handle it?" he asked, amazed.
"Well, I'll tell you what we'll do, my boy.
You devote your efforts to getting it up and I will devote mine to getting it down. How does that grab you?"
"It grabs me just fine," Dean admitted, reaching for his glass and downing his drink.
Arline reached over and stroked his cock to a mammoth erection. Dean was fascinated thinking just how she intended to take all that meat into her frail looking body. When she had him steely hard and oozing clear juices through the slotted glans she got up and led him into her bedroom. Turning down the spread, she stretched out on the bed and spread her legs while he crawled between them. She clasped him firmly and guided the purple helmet of his warrior to the soft slit between her tiny thighs.
Dean pressed down against the diminutive dame. To his utter amazement he sank balls deep into her quivering quim on the very first thrust. He had never been so comfortably encased before.
"C'mon and fuck me, buddy," she taunted him, "don't be afraid that because I'm small that I'm frail. I can take all you can dish out and more. Wham that meat of yours into me!"
Dean slammed his cock into her like a Jai-Lai player who was way behind the score. She thrust that little box up to meet him as he drove deeper and deeper into her crimson chasm. At last they reached the melting point together and he flooded forth into her vast interior while that palatial pussy gripped and squeezed at him like this was the end of the world. When it was over he slid easily out of her. Goddamn, this little broad had a cunt like all outdoors.
Later he got up his nerve to comment on her proportions. Instead of becoming angry, she seemed to regard his comments as a compliment:
"My dear boy, haven't you ever heard the old expression that goes something like: 'Big broad, big snatch; little broad, all snatch'? "
They had another drink now and rested for awhile. Before long her hand was on his sex rod again petting and teasing and stroking it to a new erection. Once he was fully hard again she asked:
"How do you like it best?"
Dean figured that this must be treated as a hypothetical question. Nonetheless, an honest question deserved an honest answer, so he replied, frankly:
"I like it best when a girl sucks my cock until I come in her mouth."
"Swell! I dig that too. Let's do it that way thin time."
Surely she must be kidding. If this little broad was able to get his prick into her mouth it would reach clear down to her belly button. Before he could make any comment, or reply, she had bent over his groin and easily encased his swollen cock in her warm, wet mouth. Before Dean realized what was happening she was sucking him balls deep. She went at his meat like a vacuum cleaner after an elusive mass of dust. She really gave great head. How was it that such a doll-like creature could take him all in so readily? He was amazed.
She was obviously no Johnny-Come-Lately in the head giving department. She gobbled the gook in expert fashion while he wondered where in the hell it was all going inside of her small body. By the time her tender lips were grazing his balls as she encased all of that hot rod in her mouth and throat he really didn't give a damn. After all, that was her problem. She was voracious in her oral demands upon his sex and, at last, he spewed forth a generous contribution of come into her hungry lips.
The least he could do was to repay her favors, so Dean dropped down to face her crotch. He was anxious to get a close-up look at that huge grocket that had taken him in so easily. To his complete amazement it did not appear to be any larger than normal from the outside.
Goddamn, if only he could discover the secret of her anatomical architecture. What a fortune there would be in designing women's shoes along those patterns: tiny on the outside, huge on the inside.
He licked up and down the juicy slot track and then fastened his tongue and lips on her erect little panic button on the north rim of her Grand Canyon. Meanwhile he clasped her crotch with the old bowling alley grip and sucked like mad until he felt the convulsions of her orgasm.
She left him now and disappeared into the kitchen. Beautiful aromas of cooking food soon greeted his nostrils. Ten minutes later she emerged carrying two medium rare steak sandwiches and a tossed green salad. Dean had not realized he was hungry, but this was like heaven. It revived not only his spirits, but his energies.
"I wonder if I might prevail upon you to do me a favor?" Arline asked, after they had eaten.
"Your wish is my command," Dean replied, mimicking a movie hero he had heard use that line on television.
"If I bring in my bottle of lotion, will you rub my back? I can't reach it."
"My pleasure, my dear," Dean assured her.
Arline returned with a huge beach towel which she spread over the couch and the little pump dispenser bottle of lotion, which she handed to Dean while she plopped down on her tummy on the towel.
Dean straddled her rear and pumped away at the bottle of lotion. The heavy cream came out like spurts of jism out of an exploding cock. He warmed the lotion in his palms and then rubbed it into the area between her shoulder blades. He added more and more of the heavy white fluid as he worked his massage lower and lower until he was creaming and rubbing her small white buttocks. The concentric circular motions of his hands on the cheeks of her ass opened the secret valley between them until the beige Cyclop's eye between the fleshy hillocks winked up at him invitingly.
Dean pumped more of the aromatic creamy lotion and worked his fingers down into the private cove of her anal cavity. The well lubricated digits had little difficulty in penetrating the pursed lips of the tan octopus. She began to squirm at the welcome intrusion. At last, she turned her head back up to him and asked:
"Do you think you can cram that meat of yours into me back there"! I've never been fucked up the ass but I have always had a great curiosity about it. Are you willing to give it a try, if I promise to cooperate?"
A couple of hours ago Dean would not have dreamed it possible to stuff his oversized pecker in this little babe's cunt or mouth and yet this had been all too easy. Why not her ass too? It was worth a try. As he considered the possibility the little brown rimmed eye stared up at him encouragingly.
"I'm game if you are," he agreed.
To make the impossible penetration easier, he pumped several squirts of the stuff into the bull's-eye of his intended target and more on his own charger which he rubbed to make sure that the lubrication was evenly distributed. He continued to massage her back as he laid his member into the sweet spillway and pressed against the mouth of the brown tunnel of his immediate desires.
Arline squirmed and writhed beneath him in the heat of her own passionate need for anal sex. She thrust her buttocks up to his erect charger and even reached behind her to help guide him to their mutual goal. She was rearing her ass up to him now like a homesick angel.
After several minutes of continuous battering at the rear gates to her inner womanhood the involuntary defenses seemed to collapse in an attitude of total defeat and he found himself wedged tightly in the tan tunnel. At first it seemed impossibly tight but, through their combined efforts, he drove deeper and deeper into her ready rectum. It was tight and hot and moist and seemed to repulse and welcome his intrusion at the same time. She was obviously as thrilled as he with the penetration as it drove to deeper and deeper depths with each renewed assault.
"Reach under me and finger my clit while you fuck me in the ass," she begged.
Dean did as she asked. Her clitoris was swollen to where it felt like the tip of her thumb as he rubbed and massaged and pinched it between thumb and forefinger as he urged his way deeper and deeper into her rump.
She was breathing heavily now and sweating profusely. She seemed to feel that she was not giving him as much as he was giving her. She reached her right hand up around him and found his own ass-hole and plugged it with her middle finger. Dean felt like he was caught in the jaws of a fleshy nutcracker but the wild sensations precluded any thoughts of momentary exertion or minor discomfort.
Before long his balls were pressed tight to the rear of her seething cunt, between the widespread buttocks, as he drove the head of his hot prick clear up into her lower intestines. He wondered if the head of his huge prick was in her deep enough to be massaging her little tits from the inside.
They humped up and down against each other while their passions grew to the bursting point.
The walls of her rectal canal rubbed and caressed and squeezed his buried treasure until he felt surely that each stroke must be his last. He could feel that she was close to her climax and made a very conscious effort to wait for her.
Not a moment too soon he felt the soft inner membranes clutch at his deep planted prick and go through the spasms that indicated her virgin anal orgasm. It was more than he could resist and he swelled like a puff-adder and spewed forth his hot, creamy offering deep in her bowels. When the flood had subsided he collapsed upon her and they both lay there on the couch puffing and panting until his shrunken cock plopped out of her rear like some sort of a fleshy bowel movement.
When they had caught their breath, Arline made them each a fresh drink and led Dean to the bedroom.
"You will spend the night, won't you?"
"Why? There is nothing more we can do tonight."
"I know, but when we wake up we can repeat whichever of the three experiences of tonight that you prefer."
"You talked me into it, lady. Turn down the bed."
Dean debated about phoning home and finally decided against it. The women would all be too busy to even realize that he didn't come home. He crawled into bed with his delight and they soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
The sun was well over the yardarm when Dean awakened in the morning. He was aware of Arline's cute little ass pressed up tight against his half-hard cock. His first inclination was to spread her cheeks and corn-hole her. Just as he was about to make his move she stirred and rolled over to face him.
"Morning, handsome."
"Good morning, little one."
She reached down and felt his cock. The mere touch of her tiny, cool hands made him come to full erection in record time.
"Remember your promise, if I stayed all night?" he asked her.
"Sure. A promise made is a debt unpaid. How would you prefer that I pay the debt?" She smiled coyly, as she asked.
"You're great all three ways. It's a tough decision but I have a thing about head. As much as your cooze and rear end tempt me, I'd still prefer your mouth. Go down on me and suck me bone dry."
"S' funny. I had a premonition that is what you'd want." There was no trace of regret in her voice at his decision and she slithered her tiny frame down between his legs.
Un-like most girls, she started from the bottom instead of the top. She licked and sucked on his balls for several minutes before working her way, ever so slowly, up his throbbing shaft of sex. By the time she reached the top, the clear, heavy liquid was oozing steadily from the slit. She tongued this and seemed to savor it before she spread her double jointed jaws and slid her lips down over his swollen prick while her tongue gave little butterfly flicks to all of the sensitive nerve endings as she took him deeper and deeper into her warm oral chasm.
Dean propped the other pillow under his head and elevated it to where he could watch her magic act as she made more and more of his wand disappear between her soft, damp lips. It never ceased to amaze him that such a small head could suck him in so fully and beautifully. Her hands toyed with his balls and played around his ass-hole as he twitched to readiness. She squeezed the very base of his cock between her thumbs and forefingers holding back the boiling lava until at last she felt that she had performed the delightful torture long enough and released the pressure clamp and slid her lips gently and tenderly up and down the full length of him three times until he exploded in her mouth with burst after burst of the sweet, white milk of manhood. She took it as though it were vintage wine and treated her palate to each precious drop before swallowing his semen into herself to become a part of her.
Once she had satisfied herself that she had drained the final dregs of his sex juices, she raised off him and trotted off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
When Dean went into the bathroom he found shaving gear and men's toiletries in the medicine cabinet and freshened up for the day ahead. Once he had shaved, showered and dressed, he joined her in the kitchen for bacon, eggs, toast and coffee.
"I like you Arline, you're quite a girl. When will I see you again?"
"Never, my dear boy. Ours was a one night stand. Something to enjoy and cherish in memory, but never to repeat."
"But why, don't you like me? Did I do or say something wrong?"
"Not at all. You see, I am very much married. My husband goes to Chicago twice a year. This is one of those occasions. When he goes I sow my wild oats and then that has to last me until he makes his next trip. I love him very much so I never want to get involved by repeating an indiscretion more than once with any partner."
"Well, if I am never to see you again perhaps you will allow me a very personal question. How is it that anyone as petite as you can so readily accommodate my rather cumbersome sex equipment while many larger women seem unable to do so?"
"Dean, my dear, you are very young. Perhaps you are too young to have heard the old expression about little women."
"What old expression is that? "
"It's crude but more often than not it is true. Perhaps it can serve as a guide to you in selecting future playmates."
"Then please enlighten me."
"I really doubt that Confucius ever said this, although they like to attribute it to him as an old Chinese proverb. Simply stated it goes: 'Big woman, big cunt; little woman, all cunt.' Try to remember that on your future pussy expeditions," she commented wisely.
"I do seem to remember something like that advice quite recently," said Dean.
She gave him a big smile, kissed him sweetly and saw him to the door. Dean never forgot Arline, although he never saw her again.
He struck out so many times that he couldn't remember them all. It wasn't that he didn't sell the girls on having sex with him. It was just that when he unveiled his heroic masterpiece they either wouldn't, or couldn't handle it.
He remembered Arline's sage advice and started specializing in picking up little women. He found that, like most rules of thumb, this one did not always apply. With one or two who were willing to try he almost tore the skin off his cock trying to get into them, one way or another.
And then there was Dolores. She came into his life after he had given up on the midget approach. Dolores was a huge woman, twice his age. Actually, she had picked him up. She was not even attractive, much less a raving beauty and he was quite drunk and desperate or he would never have accepted her invitation to her funny little walk-up apartment on West Eighty Third. In some ways she was like Arline in that the sheer mass of his sex did not seem to bother her at all. When it came to sheer bulk she could outdo him on every score. She had a mouth like the Cave of the Winds, a grocket like Grand Canyon, an ass-hole like the Holland Tunnel and tits like two Goodyear blimps nosing their way out of the hangar. To put it mildly: she was a hell of a lot of woman.
She earned a permanent spot in Dean's heart because, while she loved to be fucked both fore and aft, she loved nothing better than sucking his huge cock into her cavernous mouth.
It was late Friday night when he stumbled into a little nameless neighborhood bar he'd never tried before. The place was nearly deserted and he was tempted to walk out, but the hulking bartender kept glaring at him as though he had been down the street at a competitor's and gotten drunk and just stopped in here to puke. He sat at the bar and ordered a bourbon and soda.
Digging in his shirt pocket he extracted an empty cigarette package and made his way to the cigarette machine. Dolores was draped over the big gaudy jukebox next to it, punching at little colored plastic buttons with letters and numbers on them.
"Whatta ya' wanna' hear, honey?" she asked him.
"Anything you like, I'll like, lady. I'm sure your taste in music is far better than mine," he replied, and returned to his bar stool. Moments later she had spread her huge ass onto the stool next to him.
"Hi handsome, I'm Dolores. Most of the people that come in here know me. I've never seen you here before. Don't think I'm being forward. It's just that I'm celebrating tonight and most of my buddies aren't here to help me."
There was something so honest and out-going about the big woman that Dean could not find it in his heart to cut her off short or put her down. She was like the good natured overweight aunt that every family has at least one of.
"My name is Dean Allen. I've never been here before. It's none of my business, but what are you celebrating? Is it your birthday?"
"Shit no, honey. I gave up having birthdays years ago. I stopped by tonight to have a little smash on my way home from work and they handed me an envelope with twenty bucks in it. I won yesterday's baseball pool. They got a little unwritten law here that if you win a pool you spend the winnings here. Maybe you can help me."
"I don't know from sickum about baseball," Dean admitted.
"Hell, I don't mean that. I don't either. I just bought a chance to be a good sport. Now I can't drink all the winnings alone. Hey, Joe, set up a double for my friend Dean here."
Thanks just the same but I just stopped by lor a nightcap."
"Bullshit, honey, you're going to drink with me to celebrate the first damn thing I ever won in my whole stinking life."
An hour and a half later they helped each other out of the bar and into Dean's red car, the "Headhunter." Dolores moved over close to him as he drove to her address. There was an overwhelming smell of woman about her and, in spite of himself, Dean felt his cock stiffen at the odor. When they reached the address she had given him, he hopped out and held the door open for her.
"You wanna' come up for a drink, honey," she asked, as she stepped unsteadily from the car.
"I want to come up-but not for a drink," he replied in a slightly slurred voice.
"S'okay with me," she said and clung to him while they made their way up the front steps of the old brownstone.
With difficulty they negotiated the three flights of stairs to her apartment. Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and announced:
"This fuckin' corset is killin' me. Here, unzip me, honey."
Dean unzipped her dress which she let drop to the floor and then, while she inhaled deeply, he slid down the zipper on her foundation garment. It was one of those bra and corset combination deals. Once she tugged her way out of it, she was close to naked. Her body might not have taken any beauty prizes at Atlantic City but right now it looked mighty good to him. He had been striking out for a week now. Perhaps this mammoth female could handle what was rapidly swelling in his pants.
"Okay, if I get comfortable too?" he asked.
"Hell yes, baby. We're home and I hope you're in no goddamn rush to leave."
Dean was developing a real hard-on now. There was something about this big broad. He stepped out of his clothes as quickly as he could and finally stood facing her, his huge staff sticking out like the flagpole in the front of a post office. He felt Dolores' eyes on it but she did not seem overly concerned..
"Hey, I can't have you walking around here like that. You're-likely to knock the glassware off the shelves," she laughed, as she led him to an overstuffed chair and shoved him back into it. Within seconds she was on the floor between his legs and had swooped his big cock into her mouth that felt like a damp, warm version of Grand Central Station.
Even as experienced as Dean was at getting blown, this was something new and different. It was as though his cock had been vacuumed up into a gigantic wind tunnel. He had the feeling that she could have sucked his balls into that oral cave too and still not have been crowded.
Tonight the headhunter had really hit pay-dirt!
She swooped up and down on his swollen, inflamed member like a child simply sucking its thumb. The very ease with which she orally encased all of his sex lent a new thrill to what she was doing to him. It was as though she had a mouthful of quicksand that kept sucking him in deeper and deeper and that the more he struggled, the deeper into its mire he sank.
All in all it was the fastest blow-job in Dean's experience. Within three minutes of the time she had plunged down onto his penis it was trembling like the last autumn leaf about to be blown from the branches of a giant oak or maple. He hung on for dear life but the hurricane force of her blowing was more than he could withstand and, in no time at all, he lost his last final grasp and was torn away to tumble into the cyclonic abyss of her demanding vortex of a mouth. His come was like that of an exploding can of pressurized whipped cream that had been left on the hot stove. Despite this, she took it all in stride and swallowed gulp after gulp of his limitless outpourings as though it were merely a social swig on her first martini.
When she had gulped her last of him, he threw her back onto the rug and fell to her crotch as he pressed his mouth to her seething snatch. For a moment he feared that she might engulf his entire head but soon he adjusted and sucked her hot, wet cunt as superbly as she had blown his feverish prick. When he latched his lips onto her swollen clitoris it was like taking the head of a normal penis into his mouth, she was so developed in that secret area. He shoved his thumb easily into her rectum and cupped the other four fingers together and readily entered her vulva. He sawed in and out with his hand as he sucked and nibbled on the huge clit. At last she shivered and he felt the internal squeezings front and rear as she satisfied her own initial cravings for sexual relief.
Once this first round was over, she prepared him the promised drink and they relaxed as she stroked his cock and he massaged the mammoth mammaries. Before long they were both aroused to new activity. This time she lay back on the couch and pulled him down on top of her. It was all he could do to keep from rolling off. He did not even have to guide the head of his cock into her. She had a cunt like a funnel and he slid full bore into its depths with his first stroke. It was like parking a bicycle in a two car garage. He had never known such a cooze. He felt like he wasn't touching bottom, or even the sides. She really knew how to screw and began giving him one hell of a ride. She had fantastic control of the lining and muscles of her vaginal canal and massaged and stimulated him as he pi-stoned in and out. It was the closest he had ever come to really digging normal intercourse. The way she used the insides of her cunt it was almost like she had a tongue in there. Even when he came it was as though she were sucking his semen into her quivering quim.
Later that night, shortly before he left, he had her spread her legs and bend low over the back of a chair while he addressed her from the rear. His huge prick slid into her hot, moist rectum almost as easily as it had into her ample cunt. There was no struggling, no waiting for her to dilate or muscles to relax. He just slipped into her ass as easily as slipping his foot into an old comfortable bedroom slipper.
"You've got a wonderful big cock, Dean. This is the first time my ass-hole has really felt like it was stuffed full of man meat. Give me every bit of it, hard and fast. I need a good cornholing."
Her rear tunnel of love seemed as talented as her frontal one. The hot, tender inner membranes clutched at his swollen prick caressingly, urging it to disgorge the creamy lotion that would soothe and cool their burning, itching inflammation.
"Sock it to me real good, back there, Dean. I'm ready to come any time you are. Say when."
Dean spread her cheeks wide with his hands. He looked down and reveled in the spectacle of his huge staff disappearing in the cave in the center of the valley between those buttocks His rod was coated now with a milky, clear colored film. Here and there little flecks of brown adhered, slowly dissolving as he pumped in and out of their source and leaving little marbleized vein-like patterns. She shifted her position slightly to touch some sensitive inner spot. With a final burst of fury he rammed his throbbing, stained cock in and out of her ass-hole viciously until she gave a little gasp and then a long soft moan as he felt her inner machinery shift into high gear and demand his juices so . that he puffed and pumped blast after blast of the hot jism somewhere deep within her warm, soft intestines.
They had a final drink to celebrate their first trip around the world together. Un-like the diminutive Arline, Dolores had no intention of allowing their well matched sex games to be any one night stand.
She carefully wrote down her name, address and phone number and insisted that he tuck it safely away in his wallet. She tried to get his number but he told her he had no phone. She invited him up for a home cooked dinner Saturday night but he told her he'd have to let her know.
The first traces of dawn were streaking the eastern skies as he drove back to the apartment. He mused over the inconsistencies of female geometry. Dolores would make three Arlines and yet they both had huge sex holes in the three important places. If only there were some way to tell beforehand. He guessed that women had the same problem in this field. After all, some big strapping guys had five inch dickies and some scrawny little shrimp would surprise his date with a foot of flesh between his legs. He realized that this very sweet mystery of life was what made the chase and the capture so fascinating. Each new mate was a blind grab bag. It sure built one hell of a strong case for premarital sex. Imagine the frustration of courting a girl for a year and then marrying her, only to find on the wedding night that you couldn't get into her anywhere. It must be equally nerve racking for a woman to marry and then find that the groom didn't have enough cock to get to the scene of the fire. He vaguely remembered reading about a sex queen of the thirties marrying a guy who committed suicide soon after the wedding because his cock had never grown since--imagine. It was the size of your pinkie and incapable of erection. What a blow to a sex goddess!
The next week was pretty much of a dead loss. Out of five girls he picked up and got next to, not one could accommodate him orally; two spread their legs but were so tight they almost skinned his frankfurter. None of the group would even consider turning over.
Saturday morning he called Dolores and accepted her dinner invitation. With Arline out of the running she was the only one, outside of the apartment cat house, that could properly service him.
The more he tried to find other girls the more he came to realize that the field, for him, was extremely narrow. He often bemoaned his inability to experience the variety of bedmates enjoyed by the more normally endowed men. This made him doubly appreciative of, and attentive to, the few who could handle him. He-likened himself to the whale who had better learn to be happy in his tank at Marineland because he could not enjoy a dip in any and every backyard swimming pool.
In the months that followed he visited Dolores two or three times a week. She did not question his preferring to come to her place rather than meet her in public. She was a great sex partner for one with his particular affliction, but hardly what he would like to show off to his friends.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One night after he had been on a fruitless hunt, Eleanor came to his room. She was far and away the most popular girl in the house now and kept so busy that they seldom had a chance to even see each other, much less fuck or suck or any other of the good things like that. In his present condition Dean could use a good blow-job and, in that department, Eleanor didn't have to take a back seat to anyone. He was not timid in mentioning his needs to her.
"That can wait. I have some exciting news for you. This will really make you blow your mind," she exclaimed.
"Good God, don't tell me you're knocked-up!"
"Shit no. You know I'm on The Pill. This is really great for both of us."
"Okay then, as Clark Gable used to say, 'I'm all ears.' Tell me what's got you so wound up."
"Well first, this has to be kept our secret. If your mom gets wind of it she'll want a cut. You know how she is. She gets more cuts of people around here than a rabbi."
"Yeah, I know. Mom's a typical madam. I'll keep it mom."
"Well here's what happened. I'll have to start at the beginning so you won't think what I'm about to tell you is some LSD trip or other figment of my imagination. There is this guy who has been coming here pretty steady and always asks for me, see? Well, one day last week he gave me his card and asked me to call him at his office, but not to call from here". I figured that he's trying to make a private deal and get my services cheaper so I didn't rush to phone him. Then one day while I'm at the drugstore buying some shampoo his card fell out of my purse. I stepped in the phone booth and called him. He explained that he and his associates produce what they call blue movies. That's just plain dirty flicks. They were looking for attractive girls to act in them who didn't object to explicit sex scenes. I still figured it's a crock of shit and that he has a gimmick of some kind. When I really began to take him seriously is when he explained that they shoot one of these pictures in three days and that they pay five hundred dollars!"
"Jesus, that beats whoring. A girl could pretty quick retire that way. When do you start and when do I get my fifty percent?"
"Fuck your fifty percent. I've got an even better deal for you. But just let me tell it the way it happened."
"Yeah, please do. It's getting more interesting all the time." Dean lit a cigarette and sat up in bed. The mention of heavy money had made him forget all about his throbbing, neglected cock.
"Well, I went out to see him. They lease a sound stage out at some old studios in Astoria. Sure enough they were in full scale production. The scene they were shooting reminded me of the weekend with Sally and Sue and Jack and Bill. I watched for awhile and then he asked me if I'd take a screen test. I took off my clothes and joined in the action. After about an hour I dressed and left and he told me to call him the next afternoon. When I did he said that I photographed great and that I could start in a new production Monday morning at nine o'clock. It was lots of fun and the people are all very nice. Most of the other girls are hookers too and the guys are all gay. Anyway, Wednesday afternoon about four o'clock we finished the first one and he gave me five one hundred dollar bills and asked me if I wanted to work on another the next three days. Of course, I played hard to get for at least five seconds. I've finished two and am on a third. I've socked a thousand bucks in the bank so far and this is only the beginning."
"That's very interesting and good for you but why is it supposed to be so great for me. You didn't even give me my slice of your action."
"I don't think you'll need it after you hear what happened today."
"Don't tell me you won the Irish Sweepstakes."
"No, you did! Just listen. This afternoon Sam, that's my producer friend, asked all of us if we knew where he could find a guy with the biggest cock one could imagine. What he is trying to do is attract the faggot audience as well as the regulars. He is looking for a real dream boy for the limp wrist crowd. Well, I told him that I had a friend with about a fourteen inch cock and he like to flipped. You can get seven hundred and fifty a picture. How does that grab you?"
"It grabs me just fine. When do I start and what do I have to do?"
"Well, I guess you just have to let the cameras grind while you fuck and get sucked by a bunch of the girls."
"That's not too hateful. When can I meet your friend?"
"I told him I'd bring you in at nine in the morning. Okay?"
"Beautiful! Now, how about sucking my cock so I can get a good night's sleep? "
"It seems almost a waste to do it while we're not on camera, but I do think you should rest up for tomorrow's audition. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just have a warm glass of milk and save your strength?"
"I'm positive baby. You go down on Junior and let me give you the warm milk instead. That's the best sleeping potion in the world for me. I've never yet wanted for strength in the saddle."
The lovely Eleanor went down and took the huge cock into her warm, moist mouth. It grew rapidly as she slid up and down the length of it while it twitched to full erection-and then some. She had her lips clear down to his balls when he let blast and she gulped down his liquid vitamin and mineral offering. Once he had relaxed, she left him and they made a date to leave at eight in the morning and have a hearty breakfast on the way to the studio.
Dean was awake at six. The prospects of being paid for getting into a bunch of gorgeous girls who could handle his schlong enthralled him. He took extra care with his shower and shave and selected his clothes with care. He laughed at himself when he thought that this was not exactly a costume epic he was being considered for. At seven-thirty Eleanor came to his room and they sneaked quietly from the apartment while the others slept.
Dean had never worried about his sexual prowess before. On the other hand he had never had an opportunity for this kind of bread before either. Suddenly he was sorry that he'd had Eleanor suck him off last night. Perhaps it might have been better if he'd saved every inch of his erection for the audition this morning. While she nibbled at a bear paw and coffee he wolfed down steak and eggs hoping that they might serve to build up his virility.
Sam looked a little disappointed in Dean when they were introduced. At first the boy wondered if perhaps he would be dismissed with the classic, "Don't call us ... we'll call you."
The other members of the cast straggled in. The girls were truly fabulous. Dean felt his cock twitch as each one was introduced. It was a wild thrill being formally introduced to lovely ladies that he knew were soon to strip down and enter into sexual combat with him. Everyone seemed to dawdle over coffee until, at last, Sam announced:
"Okay gang, into the undressing rooms and onto the set."
The dressing room to which he was assigned was nothing more than an oversized closet. A cloudy mirror hung on one wall surrounded by a row of 100 watt bare bulbs. Dean hung his clothes on the nails driven into the side wall. A faded terry cloth robe hung on the back of the door. Feeling that this was meant for him he donned it and strode out onto the large sound stage. A bunch of unshaven guys in sweaters and slacks were adjusting equipment and yelling orders back and forth and some of the girls were roaming about bare ass naked while others paraded about in little robes. The sight of so much female flesh all at once began to give him a hard-on. He tried to keep it down but the more he tried the bigger it grew.
"Okay, everyone on set for screen test number one. Lights on, cameras ready, sound standing by. Where is this Dean Allen?"
"Here, sir," Dean replied as he strode to the center of the large stage, still wearing the robe. As he looked around, the other people were shedding theirs. One of the broads had an ass that should have been in the Louvre. His erection was complete by now.
"Well, take off that stupid robe and join the others," the director ordered.
Dean stepped to center of the set. It was decorated to resemble a Roman orgy scene. The illusion was heightened by the five or six nude broads sitting around in various poses. His cock was bursting. He was a little embarrassed to remove the robe in front of all these strangers, but then he thought of the money involved. His hands went to the belt and untied it. He whipped off the robe and tossed it over a chair.
There were little gasps from the other members of the cast as they caught their first sight of his heroic sized erection. The gasps did not all come from the female members of the cast.
Above the background comments and titters came the director's voice, loud and clear:
"Sonofabitch! Hey, Eleanor, you weren't shitting me at all, were you?"
Dean knew that he was the center of attraction. Instead of being proud he had a sudden desire to run and hide.
"Okay, we've all had a good look now. Let's get on with the test. Beth and Mary. Hop off your stools and onto the bed and let's see you do a sample scene with Hercules here. Do whatever seems fair. Anything that comes into your mind. All right-roll 'em!"
The two actresses named Beth and Mary approached Dean. They had tits that belonged on Greek statues and asses to match. One was a flaming redhead and the other flaxen-haired. Dean heard the whir of the camera motor as they approached him and led him to the bed. Before he knew what was happening he was flat on his back on the mattress. His full erection towered above the bed like an obelisk over the desert landscape. One of the girls bent over and took it into her mouth. Her lips were cool and soft and the inside of her mouth was damp and comfortably warm. They had not even been formally introduced but she was taking his cock into her mouth and seemed to have no difficulty with its bulk. In moments she was swallowing it balls deep. The other squatted over his face and lowered her creamy cunt to his lips. He reached up and grasped her ass and pulled her snatch tight down to his mouth. It waia wild new thrill sucking and being sucked by two total strangers. They went at each other for several minutes. Dean was just warming to the action when suddenly Sam yelled: "Cut!"
The girls hopped up as though they had been doing nothing more important, than filing their nails. Dean's cock twitched and trembled to the delight of the onlookers.
"Okay, Edna, get on your knees and let's see how he photographs from below while fucking you dog fashion."
The raven-haired lovely they called Edna knelt on the edge of the bed. Dean moved over behind her.
"Hold it, buddy, we gotta' get the camera in place," a strange new voice announced.
Three minutes went by while a small camera was placed beneath Edna's spread thighs, with the lens aimed upwards.
"Okay, action and roll 'em!" Sam yelled.
Dean moved in and pressed the sore, swollen head of his prick into Edna's silken slit. He looked down and saw the light pink I'ps grasping at the mauve head of his charter which was framed by the jet black hedgerows of the girl's cunt-hair. He was so used to having trouble getting into girls that he lunged forth strongly and was surprised when he sunk into her pink cavern with the very first thrust. He swept in and out of the warm, comfortable tunnel for a minute or more arid was intent on dropping his load deep inside her when once more Sam yelled:
"Cut!"
Edna pulled forward and he plopped out of the carnal canal. She hopped up off the bed and ran to rejoin the other girls, chewing her gum as though nothing had happened. They were a cool bunch, these blue movie actresses. By now he was so horny he'd have fucked a knothole.
"Okay, that's all for now. Thank you Mr. Allen. We'll let you know late this afternoon. You can get dressed now. Alright, kids, let's get back to it where we left off yesterday."
Dean made his way back to the dressing room, his prick jutting out before him like the bowsprit of a schooner. He had a hard time getting into his clothes with that ramrod. He kept hoping that Eleanor, or one of the little actresses might come in and relieve him, but they were all busy doing it for the camera. He slunk out of the studio without even a so long from any of them.
There was a phone booth in the subway station. He hopped in and dialed Dolores' number.
"I was just leaving for work," she explained.
"Fuck work. Call in sick today. I have something very special for you. You might call it a present."
"Give me a hint. I don't like surprises."
"Well, it's long and round and hard and hot."
"I suddenly feel much too sick to go in to work today. When can you get here?"
"Be there in a half hour."
"Make it twenty minutes and don't lose my present!" She hung up.
The door was unlocked when Dean arrived. He did not bother to knock but walked right in. She was not in the living room or bedroom. He opened the bathroom door. She had just gotten out of the tub and was bent over scrubbing out the ring. He unzipped his fly and his stiff beam practically popped out. He grabbed her by the hips while she gave a little startled cry and then he buried his long suffering inflammation in her soft, tender rectum. He seemed to get into her ass deeper than ever before and she humped back against him to meet every thrust into her hot wanton rear. When he blew his load deep in her ass the shot was so strong that, if he had not been holding her hips, she might have been knocked flat into the tub.
"Wow! What the hell ever got you so aroused at this hour of the day?" she demanded.
"Would you believe a beautiful blonde, a gorgeous brunette and a sensational redhead?" he laughed.
"My God, and they left all that for me?" she exclaimed: "How very considerate of them."
"They couldn't have cared less," he told her. Then, as they sat in the living room with a drink, he reviewed the events of the morning with her.
"What happens now?" Dolores asked.
"Nothing, they are supposed to call me. None of them seemed very impressed with my acting ability. I'll probably never he; r from them again."
"I hope you don't. You and I fit each other hand-in-glove, in all three areas. I'm not sure that I'm ready to share you with the whole movie-going public. I'd like to have you all to myself, at least for awhile longer."
"I don't think you have a thing to worry about but, just in case, why don't you go down and suck my cock? It may be your last chance before I get rich and famous!" he kidded.
While he may have thought he was joking, she didn't. She went down and gobbled his gook like it was stamped with an expiration date. She really copped his joint with gusto.
When Eleanor came back to the apartment around six that evening Dean was taking a nap. She awakened him in his favorite way. Between them they referred to this as "the lovers' alarm clock." Once she had him up and then down, she removed her mouth to where she was able to talk:
"Great news, Mr. Barrymore! Your screen tests turned out just fine. Sam wants you on the set first thing in the morning. You and I get a few of these flicks under our belts and we can buy a new Cadillac and drive to Hollywood. I understand they pay twice as much out there."
For the next month Dean and Eleanor worked five and six days a week at the old Astoria studios. Dean opened an account in the same bank as hers. It was amazing how fast the balance climbed. The money started to burn a hole in his pocket. Every time he had a chance he would wander around the car lots on upper Broadway. He got to know some of the dealers pretty well in his frequent trips. Then one day he fell in love. It was a two-year-old, white Cad convertible. The original owner had had it mildly customized. It was the most beautiful thing on wheels. It had every accessory he had ever dreamed of and was real cherry all around. He knew instantly that he had to have it. He could not bear the thought of anyone else ever driving that car again. Fortunately, he had just gotten paid and had not been able to get to the bank to deposit it. Perhaps he could make a deposit and hold it that way.
The dealer, sitting in his trailer office, was a big, fat happy looking man with just a fringe of white hair around his bald head. He looked like one of the illustrations from an old book. Dean told him of his interest in the car.
"That little jewel is pretty rich for your blood, isn't it, son? It costs three grand. Where you gonna' get that kinda' dough?"
"Well sir, I don't have that much on me but I can give you five hundred cash as a deposit and pay off the balance within a couple of weeks."
The dealer looked all around for a hidden camera as though he had been set up for a Candid Camera gag. When his eyes returned to Dean he saw that his wallet was in his hand. He pulled out a sheaf of bills and counted off five hundreds. There was still quite a big to stuff back into the billfold. The dealer's expression changed.
"How does a young fellow like you come up with that kinda' bread? Are you one of those rock 'n' roll musicians?"
"No sir, I'm an actor," Dean replied simply.
"You don't say! Don't recall ever having seen you in anything."
"No sir, I doubt that you would. My kind of roles are highly specialized." Dean tried to keep from laughing. He wondered if the old guy ever went to dirty movies. If so, like many of his fans, he would be recognized more by his prick than his face.
"Well sure, son, I'll be happy to take your deposit and hold it for you. That little bomb ain't exactly what you might call a fast-mover on the lot anyway."
While the dealer filled out the papers Dean took the car out for a trial spin. It was a real sweetheart. He was really beginning to live high on the hog. When he pulled back into the lot the dealer called him back into the trailer.
"Tell me, Dean. You ever done any TV work. I mean like commercials?"
"No sir, I haven't. Up to now I've been strictly in movies."
"Well, it seems to me like a camera is a camera. If you can do one you outta' be able to do the other."
"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I've never been asked to do any television work." Dean had a mental image of his kind of act on TV. He had read somewhere about a small station in Palm Springs, California that had inadvertently put a dirty movie on the air one night after they thought they were signed off.
"I got a reason for asking. A feller has been coming around wanting me to sponsor some old movies on late television. He claims they'll take videotape shots of me showing and describing my cars to show during the intermissions. I don't figure that I'm the type but a good looking young guy like you might give the spiels for me. Think you'd make a good fender thumper? Nothing hard about it. Just try to look honest and sincere."
"It doesn't sound difficult," Dean admitted. "But what's in it for me?"
"I'll give you a fifty dollar credit on the balance on your car for every commercial you film plus a five percent commission on every car we sell as a result of the commercials. If you want to put in some time here on the lot to greet the customers personally and demonstrate the cars, I'll make it ten percent on any you personally sell. You could make a lot of dough at this, in your spare time. How about it?"
"It's worth a try," Dean admitted. "I'm willing to take a crack at it if you are."
"Fine. Let me check with the station and see what we need to do. You come back about this time Tuesday night and I'll let you know."
Ten day's later Dean's face appeared on the New York television screens for the first time. At first he and Eleanor joked that it was a far cry from his sex movie roles but soon they found that it was not a baby-step removed.
Bob Reilly, the dealer, was thrilled that the traffic of prospects on his lot increased four fold within two weeks after Dean's fender thumping commercials began. He was too pleased with the increase to even notice that most of the new prospects were women, drawn to the lot by the handsome young salesman they had seen on television. Young and middle aged they all insisted on being taken for a demonstration ride by "that nice young man on your TV commercial."
Some of the women were interested in acquiring a car; most were interested in acquiring Dean. They were scarcely out of the lot before they moved over close to him on the front seat and pressed their leg against his. Their hands grazed his body as they pointed at knobs and levers and asked what they were for. A favorite trick was to turn around to examine the back seat and rub their tits against his right arm as they did. Some were sneaky, others were forthright but almost all were sex-starved, frustrated broads who had fingered their slits while watching him on TV late at nights and now sat next to him in the flesh in the privacy of a car.
Dean had never been the timid type where either women or sex was concerned. He soon developed a standard approach. As soon as he was sure that a broad was interested in him, rather than, or in addition to the car, he dropped his hand down to rest high inside her thigh and rubbed her left tit with his right elbow. If she reacted favorably to this overture, he took her hand and guided it to his cock. This was the test that separated the women from the girls. It was like the dames he used to pick up in the bars except that now they were coming to him instead of his having to go out looking for them. If they cringed in fear and withdrew after feeling the monster that lived in his pants, he dropped the whole thing. If they seemed interested and anxious to play, he worked his points. Often he would whip out his cock and they would stroke or suck it while he drove. With others he would park on a deserted side street, pull up their skirts and give them what they wanted. Often he was given a handsome tip and some of them actually bought cars.
like any routine he perfected his with practice. If a dame seemed genuinely interested in the car as well as him he would not go all the way with her until the sale was consummated. He would close the sale by suggesting that once they had signed the contract he would personally deliver the car to them after work that night and give them whatever check-out in it they needed-even if it took all night.
It was not long until he had broken every sales record the lot had ever known and become the top car salesman in the entire district. He began taking vitamins and shots to keep up his strength for his acting during the days and his car sales and demonstrations at nights.
Once his own Cadillac was paid off his savings account started to grow by leaps and bounds. He had no time any more for Dolores and no energy for Eleanor. His sex life had become one hundred percent commercialized. He developed an ironclad scale of rates that would. have done credit to the National Labor Relations Board.
Dean read somewhere that the fastest way to become a millionaire in today's economy was in the automobile business. He knew that they were referring to dealerships but nevertheless he was well on his way using his own uniquely personal system. All that was before Shirley came into the lot and into his life.
Shirley Turner was an attractive, though not beautiful, girl. Her figure was better than average but not really outstanding. You would never have noticed her in the company of Eleanor and the girls at the studio-even fully dressed. In spite of this there was something about her that turned Dean on the moment he first saw her. She was several years Dean's senior. He later learned that she was the daughter of a mid western doctor, had been married for a short time and moved to New York shortly after her divorce. She worked for a linotype company in Brooklyn and lived in Greenwich Village. In spite of her rather Plain Jane looks something about her just exuded sex and Dean's cock began to twitch as she approached the trailer office. This was doubly surprising since he'd had his cock well sucked by a middle-aged Ford buyer less than an hour earlier and had laid a Pontiac station wagon customer shortly after he came to work after a hard day at the studio.
It was a warm fall evening and Dean was sitting in one of the aluminum lawn chairs with the plastic webbing on the porch-like extension on the trailer that served as offices in the car lot. He had just lit a cigarette; when he tossed the match his eyes followed it and then raised to catch his first glimpse of Shirley as she left the sidewalk and walked through the lot towards him. She didn't roll her hips or bounce her tits but there was something so very feminine about her walk that Dean wanted to fuck her in the worst way. She wore a plain dark suit in what he thought they called a butcher boy style. It hid her figure but gave every indication that she had all of the right things in all the right places. She held her head high and slightly to one side. It gave the impression that she was proud and slightly cocky. Something about her made him feel a little cocky, but in his case, the word was used differently. She treated him to a full, honest type smile when she reached the bottom step:
"You're Dean Allen, aren't you? I've watched your commercials on TV. That's why I'm here. I want to buy a car but I don't know much about them. You looked honest so I thought I would check with you before buying."
"Thank you, ma'am. I must warn you that they hired me because I look honest. Actually, I'm a dreadful thief and liar, but in your case, I'll try to make an exception. I'm paid to sell cars so you'd best take everything I tell you about them with a grain of salt."
"Well, I must say that your approach is refreshing. However, as an old Shakespeare fan, I must declare that I think you doth protest too much. My name is Shirley Turner. I came in to look at the Plymouth Fury you showed on TV last night. The one for seven ninety-five."
"Surely, Miss Turner, it's right out here on the side of the lot." Dean rose and led the way.
Dean knew that the car she asked about was a dressed-up dog. The speedometer was on its second trip around and, although it looked clean, it was ready to collapse. There was an extra fifty dollar bonus for unloading it, even at the come-on price quoted on TV.
Shirley walked slowly around the car and rubbed the hood. Dean was happy to see that, at least, she didn't kick a front tire. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. She looked up at him to ask a question. There was something about her eyes and mouth that really turned him on.
"Mind if I start the engine?" she asked.
"Not at all. You can start the engine, you can drive it or back it up, or do anything you like. Just like I told you, I'm hired to sell cars. Tell you what I'll do, though. If you'll do me a favor, I'll do you one in return."
"Oh? And just what might that favor be, Mr. Allen?" Her defenses were obviously up.
"Very simple. If you will stop calling me Mr. Allen and start calling me Dean, I'll do you a big favor in return. I won't sell you that car."
"Oh, I've heard about deals like this. You offer too good a deal on a car to get people into the lot and then tout them onto something else. Well, this is the car I want." Her eyes blazed as she made her little speech.
"Okay, let me call the boss over here. He will be more than happy to sell it to you at the advertised price. Even though I will lose a commission, I wouldn't sell you that car at any price."
"Why not? It looks clean and the price seems reasonable?"
"Sure it looks clean, baby. We spent a lot of money dressing up that dog to see that it did. This car is an accident on its way to happen. I don't want to be any part of seeing a nice gal like you involved in that accident. Look, baby, listen to old Dean. Look kid, the rear end of this jalopy is stuffed with oatmeal so you won't hear the worn out ring and pinion gears. The oil in the crankcase and transmission is so heavy it looks like tar. If you buy this car you'll be real happy for a couple of weeks, then you're going to be real sad. The repair bills will run more than you paid for it. This is a tired old load. I couldn't put you in a potential death trap like this."
"Then maybe I'd better buy the car I saw down the street."
"Maybe you had. At least then I'll be able to sleep nights," he remarked wryly.
"You know, you're either the best salesman, or the biggest nut I've ever met," she said, getting out of the car.
"Thanks, Shirley, and good luck." Dean turned and started to walk back to the trailer.
"Dean, wait a minute. I have a crazy idea that maybe you're leveling with me. What would you recommend that I consider in my price class-about like this?"
"Well, look at this little Dodge over here. At first glance it looks like it has more miles on the odometer than the Plymouth, but it's the first time around with this. It was a salesman's car. No, I'm not going to give you that line about a Sunday School teacher. However, this car has been under service contract. Everything it needed was done to it. Take it and you have good safe dependable transportation that won't give you a major headache."
"Would you take me out for a demonstration ride in it?"
"Gladly."
Within a dozen blocks Dean parked and he and Shirley fell into each other's arms. It wasn't like with the usual female customers. Something about this was different. He fondled her boobs and squeezed her buttocks but, beyond that, he didn't try to go all the way with her to make the sale.
On the way back to the lot she explained: "I'm afraid I'm not a very good driver. If I buy this car from you will you give me a few driving lessons?"
"It would be my pleasure," Dean assured her honestly.
Shirley bought the car. She never told him that there was a much better deal right down the street for a hundred less. He drove her home and she invited him in. They went to bed together later that night. He was too big for her, but she tried. She cried when they couldn't get it in. He came back the next night and the next and every night for the next week. He gave her driving lessons and she never let him know that she was an infinitely better driver than he.
On the third night with the help of large portions of lotion he worked his way into her secret sex center. That night Dean told her that he loved her and she admitted her love for him.
On the memorable night when he first really fucked Shirley, Dean got home to find his mother waiting up in the living room. It took only a glance to tell him that she was really enraged. Eleanor was sitting in one of the large chairs sobbing.
"You dirty cheats!" his mother screamed. "After all I've done for you."
"Mom, what on earth is wrong?" he asked.
Eleanor answered before his mother had a chance to scream again:
"She knows all about the movies and the fact that we didn't give her a cut of our incomes from them."
"Get out, both of you!" Mom raged. She looked like she was ready to beat them to death with the fire tools.
Eleanor jumped up and ran for the door. Dean was close behind her. Fuck it, they didn't have anything worth taking from the apartment anyway.
Once on the sidewalk Dean led the sobbing girl to his car. They stopped by a bar and had two drinks.
"It's all for the best," Eleanor said. "I was outgrowing her action anyway and you never belonged there."
"I agree. After all we couldn't spend the rest of our lives living in a whorehouse."
Once they finished their drinks they got back into the car and drove to a local hotel where they checked in for the night. Once they were in bed in their room Dean turned to Eleanor:
"You know, honey you are the first girl I ever loved. I still love you and always will. Now I've got to tell you about Shirley."
He gave her the full rundown from start to finish. Only tonight he had, himself, realized that Shirley was the woman for him.
"Oh Dean, thank you for making it easy for me. I've been so afraid that I might hurt you. Sam, our producer, and I have been having an affair for a month. I don't know if I love him or not, but he is easy to live with. Now he wants to make an honest woman of me. He actually asked me to marry him. What should I do?"
"Grab it, sweetie. His offer may be the last raft to float past you in the crazy, mixed-up tide of our lives. You have my blessings and my love."
"Dean, make love to me. It may be the last time we will ever be able to do it. If I marry
Sam, I'll make him a good wife and never cheat on him-not even with you. Suck me Dean, and fuck me. Make it a real good one. It may have to last us forever."
Dean went down and sucked her delicious cunt. He remembered the first time he had done it in Elizabeth. That seemed so long ago and far away. He did not miss an iota of her sex center, licking and sucking her vulva, the inner and outer lips of her vagina and then the lovely pink and white mound of her clit. When she came to his mouth he inhaled of her sweetness and extracted each drop of her nectar like a humming bird at a morning glory.
"Fuck me, Dean. Give me that wonderful big cock of yours for the last time. I'm settling for a lot less meat in the future, but tonight I want you to stuff my cunt with that telegraph pole of yours."
They fucked slowly, tenderly, gently, as true lovers do once they realize that they fully possess each other and don't have to prove anything. It lasted for twenty minutes and then they flowed sweetly together like honey mixing with cream.
After they had rested, Eleanor went down and started to lick his cock until it erected again. When it was good and hard she slipped her tender lips over it and took all of him into her warmly moist mouth and then the stricture of her throat. She sucked him slowly and gently, again knowing that it was for the very last time.
Why couldn't Shirley take it all into her mouth as Eleanor was? Somehow, her teeth always seemed to get in the way and scrape him. Dean closed his eyes knowing that he was enjoying his first love's ultimate oral caress. She seemed to swallow his entire being into herself. At last he expanded and exploded deep inside her as her soft lips and demanding tongue urged out the final drops of his deep feelings for this luscious blonde.
They slept clutching each other like two lost children in the woods. Dean dreamed about tots in toy land and the lyrics, "Once you leave its portals, you may never return again."
They awakened early and, as they had so very long ago, went to the bathroom and took a shower together. Eleanor soaped his stiff rod well while he lathered her buttocks. He bent her over and drove into her soft, hot rear. There is something about fucking a girl you love up the ass that makes you feel closer to her than any other form of sex. He felt it all now and they pressed to each other until they had the wondrous experience of simultaneous orgasm as he lubricated her hot, tight bowels with his slippery, warm semen.
They breakfasted together in a little cafe near the hotel. Neither of them seemed to know what to talk about so they picked at their food silently. When they had placed their napkins back on the table Dean dug in his pocket and dragged out two dimes. He gave one to Eleanor and they walked hand-in-hand to the two phone-booths against the far wall. Simultaneously they dialed different numbers. Eleanor accepted Sam's proposal and told him she was ready to go anywhere with him. Dean told Shirley of his love and that he wanted to move in with her and then to marry her as soon as they could go through the formalities.
She told him that she was leaving for work but that the key would be under the mat. She would see him at home tonight.
They emerged from the phone booths together and left to step over the thresholds into their new lives. Eleanor grabbed a cab and Dean drove his Cad to Shirley's apartment.
He roamed around the apartment, knowing that this was to be his home. He smoked cigarette after cigarette and drank the two cans of beer he found in the refrigerator. Shirley would still not be home for two hours. He turned on the TV and slouched in a chair and fell asleep watching it.
Something disturbed him, some outside influence that he could not seem to ward off. He fought against it but it was persistent. At last his eyes opened. He was in bed with Shirley and the alarm was 'buzzing. While they had slept together he had relived, in his dreams, all of the events that had led up to this morning, after their first night of living together.
CHAPTER NINE
"Good morning, man of mine," Shirley smiled. She had a way of looking bright and sexy even when she first awakened.
"Good morning, woman of my life," Dean replied, pulling her close and kissing her. His cock was always semi-erect when he awakened. Now her hairy snatch pressed against it and completed the job. She raised one leg over him and they did a lazy-man's side to side screw.
When it was over Shirley hopped up and put on the coffee. At breakfast she asked:
"Hey, lover boy. I was just thinking. I hope I get a longer warranty on you than I did on the car you sold me."
"What are you bitching about? You got a sleep-in salesman and serviceman along with the deal, didn't you?"
"Do you know what day it is?" She looked suddenly serious.
"Sure, it's Wednesday."
"Not that, stupid; I mean the date."
"I think it's the tenth, isn't it?"
"That's right it's the tenth. Your birthday is the fifteenth. I am planning a big birthday surprise for you but part of the deal is we can't see each other again from now until your birthday. You make yourself at home here but I won't be back until the fifteenth. Don't worry, I think you'll be happy with your special present but that is part of the deal. Okay?"
"I'll probably go nuts for want of you but I guess it isn't smart to argue a point with my wife-to-be."
"That's a smart boy. Now I've got to leave. Remember, you be a good boy and mama will be back in five days with your surprise gift."
Within minutes she was gone.
Dean nearly went nuts for the next five days. He watched TV until his eyes swam. He really didn't care about work or anything. He missed his Shirley. Several times he got so horny he was tempted to call Dolores and go up and fuck the big pig but then he thought that wouldn't be playing the game.
At six o'clock on the night of his birthday he heard the key in the door and Shirley walked in. She was carrying packages. One was obviously a cake and another obviously bottles of champagne. He had never been so glad to see anyone in his life. Suddenly he realized that she was the only woman he ever wanted to see from here on in.
She fixed a lovely dinner from one of the packages she'd brought. They had the wine by candlelight. He was so hot for her he all but knocked her down and fucked her.
Something about Shirley looked different than ever before but Dean couldn't quite place what it might be. He made several advances towards sex but she repulsed them.
After dinner she handed him a small package and served the cake. The package was a tie. Embroidered on it was a shrunken head, like the good-luck charm he still hung on the rear view mirror of his car.
The cake was inscribed:
"Happy Birthday to the Head Hunter May he never have to hunt again."
He didn't get it.
Later she slipped into a sexy new peignoir. Some of the girls he had made pictures with may have better figures but Dean knew that Shirley had all it would ever take to make him happy for the rest of his life. Then she took him to bed.
"Where in the hell have you been and what's the big deal that took five days? Surely not the tie or the cake."
"No, darling. I wanted to give you what I knew you wanted most."
Looking straight at him she opened her mouth and removed upper and lower dentures. Her teeth had been perfect but she had had them all extracted to accommodate that big dong in her mouth, the way he liked it best. Greater love hath no woman.
"It took five days for my gums to stop bleeding. Now I think I can give you head without any trouble. Isn't that what you really wanted more than anything else?"
Dean felt the salty tears welling up in his eyes. It was one of those rare occasions when he was speechless. What the hell could you possibly say to a girl like this? He didn't have a chance to think about it long.
Shirley pressed him back onto the mattress and lowered her face to his crotch. She sucked the mammoth member into her mouth easily now with no obstructions and readily took all of it into her mouth and throat.
That night, and every night from then on, she gave him head like he had never known before. It was all he had ever dreamed of and prayed for.
For his birthday, Shirley had given him the head for which he had been hunting all these years. She was to him what Moby Dick had been to Captain Ahab.
Dean Allen, affectionately known to his friends as "The Head Hunter" need hunt no longer. He could retire to the happy hunting grounds of dear Shirley's mouth.
